Nekkore

Aaannnd this is your how many character...?

((Please note that it is STILL RP so it still counts if your death is permanent you would of announced to to everybody because it is your choice to PK your character.)) Seyer glares at the severe head and shakes his head. "What a fool, really... You will never win... You haven't got the love of Oren's people... You've only got the love of the people who are against Oren..." Walking off and muttering words of insults in elvish...

My character is half elf. XD

Seyer looks at the poster slowly shaking his head in the amount of stupidity has occurred again. "You've got to be kidding me. Oren's power is just too great... Oren is not stupid either..." Nep skips in the town and raises a brow at the poster as she briefly takes a look at it. "So this is like a rebellion or something?" Scratching her head has she giggles. "Looks like a lot of bad guys are going to be punished." Skipping off carefree smiling widely as she giggles childishly.

14 and she's already two inches off my character's height -_-' Nice read though.

I absolutely opened mouth right now... These are really good, keep it up make your art make others happy :) Probably make a request once you get your hands free. Good luck!

Nep il Viola Nicknames: Nep-Nep, Neppy or anything that suits your spot of tea. Age: 16-18 Gender: Female Race: Human Status: Air headed Description Height: 5'5 Weight: 47kg Body Type: Built for speed. Slim but not too slim. Eyes: Blue-Purpleish Hair: Light purple Skin: Slight Tanish Markings/Tattoos: N/A Health: So Airheaded even I can't bear it... Personality: So oblivious, annoying (some people find her), acts stupid, oh let's not forget air headed, can act very lazy, but can have a very likable personality since she smiles all the time. Inventory: A wooden sword that has her name carved on it. Further Details: She maybe air headed but she has a slight change in personality when it comes to fighting, she is determined to defeat her opponent. Life Style Alignment*: Neutral Good Deity*: N/A Religion: N/A Alliance/Nation/Home: Arcane Delver (though not an official member she treats them like friends.) Job/Class: Being an Air head Title(s): The Air headed One Profession(s): Air head Special Skill(s): A battle oriented girl. Flaw(s): Air headed, sometimes never picks her battles wisely... Weaponry Fighting Style: Sword Trained Weapon: Sword Favored Weapon: Any sword that she thinks is suitable to use. Archery: Hates that type of weaponry. Biography Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Children: None Extended Family: None Pet(s): None History Yet to come... Artwork

Kalenz you nutter you did again mate. You have my absolute support! +1

Seyer picks up the letter and takes a brief look at it. "Killing is not to be taken lightly..." He scrunches up the letter and throws it in the fire. Narrowing his eyes as he watches the piece of paper burn to ash. "It's their lives anyways that's going to be taken away..." He chuckles as he walks off letting the fire continuing to blaze.

Slowly, Seyer is succumbing himself to the darkness that he was holding back for a long time. "Go away! Alethea! Why...?" His personality slowly becoming a monster within himself, his kind, self dying and drifting off. "I will get my revenge, you did nothing... NOTHING!" screaming in the middle of Malinor where a few people heard him staying away thinking he will attack them. Crying on the floor repeating Alethea's name, but no matter how many times he said it she has left him for good. A voice rings in his head. "Crying... is weakness... prey on the strongest... and your power... will be forever, your were left to die... now show her... your true power!" Screaming to get away from the voice but only to make it get closer, for now... Seyer is lost in the darkness... Drifting away from his light... Breaking his father's promise... And becoming a different person...

Seyer Reeyse Nicknames: Sey, Greeny. Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human/Elf (Half breed) Status: Fine. Description Height: 5’7 Weight: 62kg Body Type: Lanky but not completely skinny. Eyes: Green Hair: Dark brown/Black Skin: Light Olive Markings/Tattoos: Scars he made by slitting his left arm due to depression. Health: Fine. Personality: He has turned a little more rude, acts really mysterious to strangers Inventory: Angel winged cross guard sword (Thrown in a pond in Malinor, left for a different user), a green sunburst lute, a couple of medical items. Carries an Elven sword Called Al'thumale. Further Details: He wears goggles that he rarely puts over his eyes. Life Style Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral Deity*: N/A Religion: N/A Alliance/Nation/Home: Holy Oren Empire (formally), The Arcane Delvers, Vanguard Brothers, Meta El Solaray. Job/Class: Farmer Title(s): N/A Profession(s): Music playing, Farming. Special Skill(s): He is unexpectedly fast at moving, able to dodge certain attacks. Flaw(s): Is unable to think properly under heavy pressure causing disastrous mistakes. He rarely wears armour so one attack that hits him can bring him very close to defeat. Weaponry Fighting Style: Sword Trained Weapon: Sword, Bow Favored Weapon: Sword Archery: Adept and still needs of improvement Biography Parents: Fernos ‘Viridi’ Reeyse, Lyaria Reeyse. (Fates unknown) Siblings: N/A Children: N/A Extended Family: Lyle ‘Necro’ Reeyse (Uncle-Fate Unknown) Pet(s): A pet hawk which is mostly used for messaging History (This history is from his childhood to what he is today.) Seyer was born in Arethor Asulon, his father was an ex-thief but quit the job after Seyer was born knowing that being a father was a lot responsibility. His mother was an elf but what part of Mali she was is a mystery. Seyer lived like a normal until the age of 5 an ‘accident’ happened. The house that he knew he lived in was set on fire. As people gathered around the house he desperately searched for his parents hoping they got out of the house in time, pushing and shoving calling them every time. But not a single response was heard only the crowd gasping, voices and the sizzling roar of the fire. Seyer wept, making every tear drop out. Although the bodies we’re not found, or most likely burned into ash but it was difficult to tell. Living in harsh conditions, helping people that in the hopes to have a heart to reward him for some of the work he did for them, most only to shout and to show hatred at him. Continuing nearly the same for a few more years, he has finally stopped his old ways. Age 13 and he decided to wander off by himself to find a purpose in his life, although that purpose was hard to find he did get to see the great beauty of Asulon, the lands, the towns and the people. Finally relieved to be away from Arethor the town that caused him a lot of pain is finally far away. At the age of 15 he decided to a make a living, living in Salvus as a farmer which was pretty much what he was capable of. Stepping inside Salvus he met a few people, a hobo named Alex, Meta El Solaray and Cyrus. Mostly just sitting around doing nothing he just waited for time to pass by. Age 17 The storm hitting Asulon is becoming much stronger and an evacuation for it was needed, rushing into the Human boat waiting for the boat to set sail. Hearing the thunder clashing into his ear drum covering his ears for the sound of it was fierce. Age 18 With the Islands of Kalos already being discovered, he met an Elven girl, Alethea at Elysium not really comfortable speaking with Seyer at first sight. Seyer decided to bring her to the Elven island of Kalos, where he started helping her find a house. But as the time start to get late he asked a friend for her to live in while Seyer keeps looking for a house for her. They spent the rest of their time talking and being together. After spending time at the docks, the rain started cooling the air. Taking his coat off to try and keep Alethea warm. Guiding her to the fire place, where he talks about his past. A voice from a distance curses the High elves for being ‘impure’ and ‘murderers’ where they will all burn. Noticing how uncomfortable Alethea is, Seyer asked what part of Mali was she. Her reply was. “The one they call murderers.” Angry at the voice for making Alethea sad, Seyer walked up behind Alethea to embrace, comforting her. Seyer holds her tight “You’re not a murderer, you are Alethea, my best friend.” Loosening his grip on her so Alethea can face him. Only for her to show the affections back. Gather his courage to complete honesty to say the words coming from his heart. “I... love you...” Looking at the person he loves being covered in tears of happiness whispering in his ear. “H-honest...?” Whispering back to Alethea. “I would never lie to the person I love.” repeating over and over again. “I love you Alethea... I love you...” holding her tight and being told. “I love you too silly head.” "Alethea... don't leave me!" A phrase ringing inside his head. His conscience blind, the brink on suicide, but he didn't. Because there is a job to be done... And the history continues... Artwork N/A

Hmm. Interesting, good use of using the Tudor time, to relate to LOTC, very well done.

Ok after a VERY long and accurate read I will say this: This lore is very well descriptive and very well done. I can see why some people may complain about this only because: They want to win. (Something that I shouldn't even have to point out.) They think it is OP (After seeing a couple of... new people fighting Meta) But this is a helps Role playing because of something DIFFERENT, and original. And after reading it I would hate for all this effort just to develop and create such an art go to waste so... +1 Good work Meta.