misssasy11

Poppy shivers looking nervously back and forth. "I can' believe te wolves 're still 'ere..." She whispers to no one in particular. Poppy looks down a frown forming on her lips. "This isn' goo'..."

I agree, at this point if people want to be unique they should play a lore-correct high elf I think this is a fine point. And of course Rei is right though. We have to let people do what they want. If we don't...they still will :P

Poppy hangs up a picture right next to Bili's.

[MC Name: misssasy2] Poppy Took No Job (wants to be an animal farmer)

Poppy blinks wildly at the direction of the man who stepped forward from the group, her face turning a deep shade of crimson red. "Thank ye Mr. Snowbird." Poppy looks around at the rest of the crowd breathing quickly. She closes her eyes slightly muttering to herself, before opening her eyes and nodding. "That sounds very nice. Ye very kind to offer, I am a wee bit tired." Poppy smiles handing over a small sack of supplies.

Poppy Took stumbles nervously off the boat to the vale. She slowly shuffles down the path to the main part of town, kicking dirt into the air. Poppy finds the town and cheekly smiles at the halflings her face a bright red. She looks down at her nail bitten hands rubbing her fingers on the rough edges. She looks back almost contemplating the ability of running off at this point. Poppy looks up taking a shallow breath and looking through the crowd before talking in a slightly louder version of her usual whisper. 'Ello there. Me name's Poppy Took. I came te live 'ere. She looks down again shuffling with her feet trying not to get tripped up in them. She closes her eyes looking back up at the crowd. "Oh....Thank fo' ye time."

Dear Friends, I have one question for you. How can one person cause so much trouble and pain?The person in question is of course my ‘childhood friend’. The childhood friendwho can no longer be considered a friend in my eyes. Every time she shows up inmy life more things go wrong and more pain appears. Like the other day, I wastalking to someone who has had romantic interaction with this childhoodfriend. He wanted to know the truth ofwhat happened between us when they were dating. I explained to him that I wasnothing but supportive of their relationship; mostly for my own personal gain.I told him she had always had a crush on me and tried to kill herself because Iwasn’t jealous of their relationship. Before I could even get to the part abouther kissing me against my own will, he attacked. He repeatedly punched me inthe face. Someone came in and stopped it, the other elf left, and my saviorcalled for a Sillumir. I had forgotten that the attack of a high elf isbreaking the laws, and he would be arrested. I didn’t want him to have thisfate, fore it was my fault and on some level I feel that getting punched waswhat I deserved. I convinced the Sillumir nothing had happened. Angering mysavior. Later, I found my saviorlooking for my attacker. He was furious at both me and my attacker. This saviorwas a friend. A friend I fear I have lost because I didn’t let the Sillumirbring my attacker to justice. I wish not for my savior to doing anything hastyand attack my attacker getting himself in trouble. If it wasn’t for this childhood friend noneof this would have happened. If she knew how to take no for an answer or wasn’tso sensitive. This attacker could have been my friend if not for her. I wouldn’thave a black eye if not for her. I wouldn’t have many people angry at me becauseof her. I wouldn’t have lied to a Sillumir if not for her. ~Averir

Out-Of-Character Main Minecraft Account Name: misssasy11 Alternate Minecraft Account Name: misssasy2 In your own words, define what the act of Roleplaying is: To become your character, fully taking on their thoughts, feelings, and personality. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Metagaming is using OOC information IC. Such as using a person’s name plate, or reading that the Orcs are attacking Haelun’or so you log on and head there just to help defend. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is: Powergaming is when you do something physically impossible for your character or kill someone without giving them a chance to react. Such as Lizabet takes her knife and slices The Noble Man into a thousand pieces before he even turns around. Or something as small as Lizabet grabs you. There is no chance for the other people to react. In-Character: Character Name: Lizabet Rolfe/conDoin What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!): Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): When traveling the wilds of Asulon, you may get lost. But if you get lost, and you take a couple right turns you may find yourself on a small dirt road. Upon that dirt road you will find burnt ruins of an old country home. It lays there, deteriorating and lonely. A very sad scene it is. But, if you take it back 6 years you would find a new home. A small country home that despite how small and unimportant it was to the world, it was the most special and most dear thing to the family who lived there. Inside the home you would find a Mama, a mama resting after spending all night taking care of her newborn. You would find a Papa, a papa who was heading out to go cut more trees for the fire place. You would find a 5 year old boy, running about trying to convince his Papa to take him to the forest. You would find a newborn girl, peacefully lying in her crib watching the busy world move by. The Rolfe’s you would find out their name was. They had a peaceful existence. Not really making an impression on the world in either direction. For 6 years they continued this way. The mama growing more and more exhausted. The papa still collecting wood for their old fire place. The now 11 year old boy growing taller and stronger. The 6 year old girl, Lizabet, still peacefully observing the world around her. That was until that one fateful night. I woke up in the middle of the night to a piercing scream. My eyes burst open, nearly blinded by the brightness of my room. A kaleidoscope of reds, yellows, and orange bounced around the room. The smell of smoke and singed hair tickled my nose. I attempted to scream for help but the thick black smoke jumped down my throat clogging up my airways, the force of the impact knocking me back down onto my bed. I clutched to my throat gasping out for air my arms flailing about. The fire around me slowly crept up to my bed. I was pushed slowly into the corner, the heat growing worse than the Nether on even its worse day. The fire leaped onto my bed singeing my skin. My howls in pain fell upon deaf ears though. Slowly my vision began darkening, I was sure I was going to die, when a man in a robe slowly fiddled with the door. He calmly looked around the room merely observing, when our eyes met I was accompanied my pitch black holes, but he suddenly perked up. He ran over to me, dark black tendrils escaped from his body wrapping me up. The tendrils lifted me over the strange man’s head. Finally safe my brain allowed my body to pass out from pain and exhaustion. I awoke still entangled in the strange man’s tendrils. My eyes fluttered open to see a scene that would be imprinted into my mind forever. The sight of my home burning, the only place I had ever been, the only place I ever loved. I looked up at the strange man, a metal mask covering his face. Noticing that I had come to he gently placed me down pushing a few strands of blonde hair away from my face with his bony fingers. I tried to speak to him but my mouth was to dry from smoke to emit a sound. He shook his head his empty eye holes looking down at me. He slowly stuck his skeletal hand down for me to grab a hold of. I looked behind me my large brown eyes welling up with tears. Skeptically I took the man’s boney hand, knowing this would mean I was leaving my old life behind. The only life I knew. What are your Character's ambitions?: She wants life to back to the way it used to be. She wants to go back to her peaceful existence. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: Lizabet has burns all over her body from the fire. She is smaller than most 6 year olds. She is incredibly shy and prefers to observe then to join in. Open-Response-Questions Answer at least three out of five listed! Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?: Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?: Lizabet squeezes onto Cataris’ robes tightly, nervously shifting her weight back and forth. Noticing this, the man turns his attention to Lizabet. “ ‘ello there, little girl” He smiles warmly at Lizabet. Lizabet looks up at Cataris’ eyes full of fear, tugging on his robes. Lizabet whispers up to Cataris’ “I don’t want to talk to the man...” She shuffles her feet slowly below her not taking her eyes off Cataris’ mask. Cataris nods to Lizabet reaching out his skeleton hand. Lizabet grabs firmly onto the skeletal hand gently tugging it. Cataris looks up at the man shaking his head, before walking away with Lizabet. Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?: Lizabet holds tightly onto Cataris’ skeletal hand her stomach growling audibly. “Cat...can you get us some food? Or find us a way home?” Cataris thinks to himself for a minute lightly feeling his robe for nonexistent minas. He drops Lizabet’s hand and quickly removes his iron mask, revealing his skeleton head behind it. “The girl wants food" He explains with a blank face. Shocked and disturbed by Cataris’ new face the stranger quickly hands over some food before running off. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: Lizabet tugs on Cataris’ robe. “Are they bad people?” Cataris nods slowly at Lizabet. Lizabet frowns. “Do you think they can stop them?” Cataris debates slowly before shaking his head. Lizabet watches as 3 big men with chest plates and axes on their sides’ steps into the group. “Cat...they are very big are you sure they can’t stop the bad men?” Cataris frowns. "The guards here in Asulon are useless, I doubt they could handle a measly few bandits" Lizabet nods solemnly. “I hope they don’t hurt us.”

I was looking to start younger and yes I will be progressing.

I am normally on during Australian times. Depending on the day to or past midnight.

I am in EST but I stay on pretty late.

Hello there! I recently got a new account and would love to play a young child on it. My only requirement is for it to be a girl. Anything else is totally up to you! I have some experience as RPing a child and I am completely in love with it. So please post here if you are in need of a little girl. I have found a parent. Topic Closed

Barbu stops by and reads the Bulletin Board as usual. "Ah so this is what Aelia was talking about. Well I guess I will go. As I already said I would."

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Barbu walks into the library at the brink of dawn, just as he has done for the past several months. Just as his usual routine he goes and checks the pile of letters not expecting anything new. Suddenly his hand touches a new letter, not yet worn from the constant reading of his troubled friends, Excitedly Barbu pulls out the pile and finds three new letters. With a large smile he begins to study each letter, taking each word to heart. My Dearest Friends, I am so glad to be hearing from you all. It has been so terribly long. I was worried that you have left. Or maybe forgotten all about your friends here. Friends, though we have never met I feel we can still be classified as such. I think that us never meeting or knowing that we have met is what pulls us closer together. We do not have to worry about a certain elf spreading secrets.We can just feel as though we are sharing them to a paper. One that will never share the secrets. And that my friends gives me such a strong sense of security that I was devastated at the thought of losing you. My Dear Friend Ehierir. I am so glad you have found the love you have been searching for. I am glad you have finally found a kiss that can compare to the kiss of a childhood friend. Your life seems to be looking up Dear Ehierir. For that I am very happy for you. Your life is filled with what you love and makes you happy. Which is all you can ask for. My Life Ehierir also seems to be looking up. My life is at a very nice point right now. But it has nothing to do with the betrothal and my childhood friend fore those two subject are still on troubled seas. But my good news has to do with a friend. A genuine friend who has no ulterior motives and understands me for who I am. When ever I have tried to become friends with a female they always fall in love with me. Love ruins all my friendships. But this lady let us call her the Lonely Fox will never want to fall in love with me. Mostly because she is much older. The Lonely Fox understands me so well. She has great conversations with me and I am always excited to see her. Maybe she is my best friend, though I haven't known her very long it seems like we get each other. I am not sure if I ever told you this, but my mother and twin brother have been off on a trip for many years. They have finally come back. It was a bitter sweet reuinion. Only because I am still slightly angry at my mother for the betrothal but, I haven't yet talked to her about it. The reunion of my family was still very good for me. I seemed to have missed them more then I care to say. Even my twin brother who I have never seen eye to eye with. Upon the return of my family I realized that a scholar is not the path for me. I took one look at my brother, who studies nonstop, and realized that isn't who I want to be. I want to be where the action is and never lose my sense of adventure. I have taken up swordsmanship practice. I understand that if being a part of the legion is the only way for adventure then that is the way I shall go. To the unsigned letter. You have found your dream. Go for it. Your Dear Averir

Barbu reads the letter from Lar'iheiuh. Angrily he takes the paper and hastily shoves it into his robe pocket. He the scribbles out a quick note. Lar'iheiuh, This is no place to criticize. I know not how you know me but I do not need your opinion here. Only the help of my friends. Averir Quickly folds up the crumpled piece of paper and shoves it in with the rest of the pile. Silently hoping for this Lar'iheihuh to never respond.

I believe that Celia has done a very good job. On many occasions I have seen her giving out pay and organizing pay at the inn. Also I must scoff at your comment of Celia attack my Haelun. Never before has my Haelun said a foul word about Celia. And never before has Celia layed a hand on my Haelun. I also helped her in building her island. And she is very correct about it being dangerous. The creature of the night lived right below us. It was also a very long trek out. I doubt many elves would like to travel out that way. It was very well built and I am not surprised it sold for so many minas. But I highly doubt Celia had any ideas of keeping the money for her own needs. It was built for the city and so she would give the money back to the city. I have the utmost faith in Celia. So I vote no for her to be replaced. ~ Barbu Elsiol

Barbu comes running into the library tears pouring down his face. Frantically shuffling about for a quill and a piece of paper. My Friends, It is official. My life is completely over. I have found out my parents have arranged me to be married. They have thrown me into the world. I now, have no choice. I have to grow up. But, it pains me so much. I know not what to do. I do not know what I should do with my life. All I know is that I do not want to grow up. I also don't want to marry. The world is moving so quickly now. Much to quickly to keep up. I do not wish to talk to this girl again. She was once my friend. But, now she is my future wife. She is quite happy with the way things turned out. I couldn't be more upset. She says she cares for me. And I am sure she does, but I am not sure I care for her. This girl, who was once my mischievous friend who would go on races with me, is lost. Now all that stands there is a grown up, claiming to be her. Friend, you have yet been given a name. I think to you as a motherly figure. And that is why I say, go for it. Go for your dreams. Do not be like me and let the world push you into a corner. Because, dear friends. When you are in this corner it is very uncomfortable. You have your back against a wall and are pressured there by the people around you. You have no where to turn but in on yourself. That is where self loathing comes from I imagine. I do hope that symptom doesn't set in on me for a while though. Please, Dear Friends. I want-no-I need a response. I need one quickly. For I do not know how to react. How to be a grown up. I am so lost right now. I need your guiding hand. Or else I fear I may do something drastic. Please, Your Dear Averir Barbu folds up the tear stained letter quickly and shoves it together with the rest. He then runs out of the library int o the rain sobbing all the way.

Barbu notices a new letter and breathes a sigh of relief. He sits down at the desk his head spinning with thoughts. My Dearest Friend, Today, I am so very lost. Never before has such a sense of helplessness come over me. I thought I had solved all my problems. I thought all was well. I thought I was finally an adult. Someone who could handle my fears. I was wrong. Terribly wrong. I am very sorry dear friends if this letter is long, or painstaking to read, but I know that doing this will make me feel just a bit better. And I know that your reply will heal all. And right now that is all I can be sure about in this world. Let me start from the beginning. I am 20 now. I am to act like an adult even though I do not necessarily look like one. I thought I would be able to handle that. I thought after reading your letter it would be easy. But, it isn't. I learned something new in me when I wrote this first letter. I learned, the love of reading. I learned that I could feel all your emotions just by reading your manuscript. I knew that I longed for adventure. So when I found a book about the Valah I was very excited. I felt that would cure my needs. And it did. I learned that every emotional need a person has can be solved by a simple book. My loneliness was gone. I was now friends with the Valah in my book. I felt life was finally looking up. That I didn't need true adventure to be happy. I felt that if I was mentally having an adventure that was all I needed. I reread that book many times. I know it cover to cover and can recite it all. All of these people are my best friends. All of the places I feel I have traveled them and know them so well. I had finally gotten my adventure. That is when I decided that being a scholar was a right choice for me. To stop being pushed into the legion and find something that made me happy. Yet, no one around me would be happy. I knew it. Everyone expected me to follow my father's footsteps. To become a great member of the Legion. And in my younger days I had so hoped for that. For those chances of adventure. Have I truly given up on all I once held dear? Have I let the world do with me what it wants? I thought I was happy but now I am not so sure. Then, today I met Dio. He explained that he felt there wasn't enough to do in the city. He said they were having a trip around the country to meet all the races. He said he could try to see if he could get children invited. To leave Haelun'or. Once my biggest dream. The dream I had ditched for a pursuit of what I had once called hapiness. Now I am not so sure. I would love to leave. To explore. To meet the people in my book. To see the places. To have an adventure. Now I am leaving you with a question dear friends. Is it possible? Is it possible for me to have both? To keep my childish dreams of adventure and to become a scholar of the highest standards? To be like Dio, so intelligent and wise? Yet, still looking for an adventure around every turn? Will I have to give up one dream for the other? Can I love both equally? I must know. I need to know which way my life should turn. To be an adult, or to be a child? When I feel so inclined one way or the other one phrase can sway me. Do I even know? Do I know what is happening around me? Am I ready for this adult world? Your Dear, Averir Barbu closes the letter and hides it. He breaths a slight sigh of relief but still feels much tension. Barbu tentatively walks out scared of the outside world.

((Here is my picture of the Crying Uruk Child. Minus the thorn...I couldn't get it to look right.))

((So glad you extended it! My school ended the deadline so I couldn't get my drawing in. Geez Mith way to steal my idea and do it 1,000,000% better then mine would have been. Expect some drawing by the end of this weekend ))