YouKnowItsJuno

Emelie de Sola sits at her desk, thinking of the conversation she and the good Brother of the Faith had outside Dour Watch. She sighs. "I wish I could have done what you asked, good priest, but there is no turning back now. Both sides scream for blood. I cannot be asked not to protect my family... you yourself were assaulted by the Vladov scum... they took my brother captive and my uncle is exiled... how can you not see?" She writes this all down on a sheet of paper, but she quickly changes her mind and crumples up the paper. "He should not be involved further..."

*cracks knuckles* I say the de Solas and the Vladovs take a break from their feud to take down these hackers.

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Emelie de Sola sniffs. "I don't like her name."

"Had the de Solas been invited to Xavier's trial for his own support rather than having an unfair trial among Vladov scum, perhaps they would not have died." Emelie sniffs after hearing word of the ultimatum.

Practices in the courtyard of Dour Watch with her sword, preparing for the inevitable battles ahead.

In her room in Dour Watch, Emelie de Sola reflects on that evening while reclining on her couch - the burning of the frost witch in Felsen's square, the arrest of her uncle, the trip to Castle Wett - and she frowns. It was the Vladov's fault her uncles' - and her own - name was disgraced. Had they not spoken against their honor, they would not have been cut down by her family and their allies. Just thinking about the filth that poured forth from their mouths made her angry. That night at Castle Wett was the first time she held a sword to a man. She had also failed to keep said man safe from harm. He was alive... but at a cost. That weighed heavily on her shoulders still. She was glad that his blood was not on her hands, at the very least. And her father at long last said that she could be taught to fight now. This was her dream - to become a Lancer among the men of her House. To also add to her good mood, her father now was in no position to find her a suitor, now that most of Oren hated them. This probably pleased her the most.

------------------ BASICS Name: Emelie Marie de Bar (née de Sola) Gender: Female Age: 37 Race: Human BIOGRAPHY Emelie de Sola was born in the Duchy of Petrus in Athera to her father Titus and mother Caterina. Growing up, she spent her whole adolescence within the city of Petrus with her father, only infrequently going on trips to other duchies and counties within the kingdom. Her juvenile days were normal like any other kid, with the only exception being that she was born into a quite prestigious family with a renowned past and she was taught how to be a proper lady. Once she got older, and Athera began to fall victim to the great catastrophe that destroyed the realm, she fled with her father and family to the new land, the Isles of Vailor.Once there, she lived with her family in the Crownlands, at a small manor on the outskirts of Felsen. There, her family decided she should go study with a private tutor, so she was sent to do so with a lady in the city. A few months later, Baron Titus de Sola announced the completion of Dour Watch, the castle which now housed and acted as the home of House de Sola. Soon after the war against Adria, Lady Emelie was wed to Guy de Bar, who was recently crowned King of Oren. She gave birth to a son a few months after moving into the palace. After his death, the former queen killed herself with her best friend and daughter-in-law, Annabelle de Bar. PERSONALITYEmelie is a kind, but stern, individual. She has a bit of a temper but she usually keeps it to herself or reins in as false flattery if she doesn't like someone. Among her other traits are loyalty and ambition. STRENGTHSSewing, cooking, observing pleasantries - all these were ingrained in her from a young age. She is also intelligent and likes to think things through logically rather than emotionally. WEAKNESSESEmelie is not an experienced fighter with little formal training. She doesn't have the muscle for it. Also, she has a bit of a temper which sometimes gets the best of her. APPEARANCEShe stands at 5', weighs 125 lbs, has a fair complexion, dirty-blonde hair, and turquoise eyes.http://gyazo.com/b7d2ec7834dbd7dfd6e104690eb01866 RELATIONSFAMILY:Husband: King Guy de BarChildren: Ferdinand de BarHalf-Children: Sergius de Bar, Annabelle d'Amaury, Joachim de BarFather: Lord Titus de SolaBrothers: Clement de Sola, Augustus d'AmauryUncles: Brutus de Sola, Xavier de SolaCousins: Cyprian de SolaSecond Cousins (Father's Cousins):Vincent de Sola, Marcellus de Sola HANDMAIDENS: FRIENDS:William BradfyreAnnabelle d'AmauryCamile de SavoieLori Oathcast DISLIKES:FlorentAny and all Vladovs and Adrian sympathizers ARTWORK: THEME SONG:(Tis a bit edgy, but what LOTC isn't even a little bit edgy?) JOURNAL:Coming soon~

Upon hearing the news of the laws, Isra Jharar would smirk. The manipulation of auxiliary through illusory means is illegal, and shall be met with the loss of both one's eyeballs. The act of perversion of another's perception is to forfeit the right to your own. "I'd like to see them try...." ---------------------------------------------------------- Name: Isra Jharar Age: 20 Race: Qalasheen Registered magics: Beginner, not yet registered Past Offenses(if any): None Signature: Isra Jharar

Out-Of-Character Information What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: YouKnowItsJuno What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: Juno_Ax Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes Do you understand you can not be on both of these accounts at once?: Yes Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will the other(s)?: Yes How long have you been on LoTC?: Since Anthos How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted?: 1, my main account In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Emelie de Sola Character’s gender: Female Character’s race: Human Character’s age: 19 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.): Emelie de Sola was born in the Duchy of Petrus in Athera to her father Titus and mother Caterina. Growing up, she spent her whole adolescence within the city of Petrus with her father, only infrequently going on trips to other duchies and counties within the kingdom. Her juvenile days were normal like any other kid, with the only exception being that she was born into a quite prestigious family with a renowned past and she was taught how to be a proper lady. Once she got older, and Athera began to fall victim to the great catastrophe that destroyed the realm, she fled with her father and family to the new land, the Isles of Vailor. Once there, she lived with her family in the Crownlands, at a small manor on the outskirts of Felsen. There, her family decided she should go study with a private tutor, so she was sent to do so with a lady in the city. A few months later, Baron Titus de Sola announced the completion of Dour Watch, the castle which now housed and acted as the home of House de Sola. Today, she resides there after coming home from her studies. Personality Traits: Emelie is a kind, but stern, individual. She has a bit of a temper but she usually keeps it to herself or reins in as false flattery if she doesn't like someone. Among her other traits are loyalty and ambition. Ambitions: Wishes to honor her family and follow through with their martial tradition by learning to fight - though she knows nothing about it. Strengths/Talents: Sewing, cooking, observing pleasantries - all these were ingrained in her from a young age. She is also intelligent and likes to think things through logically rather than emotionally. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Emelie is not an experienced fighter with no formal training. She doesn't have the muscle for it. Also, she has a bit of a temper which sometimes gets the best of her. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): She stands at 5'3, weighs 125 lbs, has a fair complexion, dirty-blonde hair, and turquoise eyes. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): http://gyazo.com/b7d2ec7834dbd7dfd6e104690eb01866 (The only reason I am applying as a noble is because I was asked by the House via Treashure and I did not want to create a character here that I would not actually be playing.)

Far, far away, in Saltstone, a young lady sits on a cliff overlooking the sea. She looks out a the choppy waters below - so different than that of her life in the desert. She breathes in the cold, salty air and looks down at the brand on her wrist - the white mark of Vrogak'Gorkil, Rex of the Iron Uzg. Having heard news of his death and the disappearance of the Warmistress, Kiri'Gorkil, she sat and thought of her former masters. She speaks softly, her voice carried away by the wind. "I came to you a scared little girl... and I became valuable in your eyes - valuable enough for you to chase after. Now you are gone, and I am finally free... and I am steel."

Eastin Dia Trading Company I see what you did there...

Xanthe Fletcher, on the road to the city of the high elves, comes across a warning poster. "I think I saw that phoenix when we downed those ghouls the other day, now that I remember it..."

On a bright sunny day in Valior, a lone figure walked across the fields and forests on the road towards Oren lands. Having just gotten off the boat, the young woman tried to keep her thoughts far from the long sea journey to these lands. -------------------- Xanthe Fletcher, daughter of the fletcher of a small village in Athera, had come on a ship to Valior. Along the way, through the great chaos that happened on the seas, he was tossed from the boat by a wave and that was that; she had nothing to bury. Distraught, alone, and with no minas to her name, Xanthe came up with ideas to support herself and find protection in the strange new land. Finally, she determined she would best be able to do so by finding a noble house and asking to serve as a handmaiden for a lady. With that, she packed the few free provisions the monks gave out at the new temple and trudged off towards Oren. -------------------- As she approached a bridge, she passed by two masked men. Nervously, she walked on until one called out, "Pardon me, miss!" She stopped, and that was her biggest mistake. It wasn't long until they drew swords and encircled her. Unarmed, Xanthe reached out for the edge of the bridge, ready to jump if she had to. But they distracted her and one of them slammed the pommel of his sword into her right temple and she blacked out. -------------------- When she awoke again, they were in the forest. In horror, she realized she was bound and gagged. Her attackers asked her many questions and searched her. Disappointed, they realized she had nothing and had no one to pay her ransom, so again they hit her in the head to knock her out and shoved her in a dirty, coarse potato sack in order to transport her on the road with minimal suspicion. -------------------- It was two days later. Bruised, cramped, hungry, and sick from being cold and wet (for it rained most of the time they traveled), Xanthe constantly cried and lamented her bad luck. She had heard the whispers of where they were to go, and it struck fear into her heart. Her worst fears were realized whenever she started to grow hot and sweaty, on top of her raging fever. They were in the desert. Her heart skipped a beat when the leader of the two bandits spoke to someone, and it was answered by a deep, guttural voice just barely understandable to her. Orcs. "...came across a fine human specimen in our travels, fine tuned and house trained - how would you like to be the new owner of a fine young slave?" The smooth, conniving voice of the bandit said. "Agh, gib mi da gurl," said a female orc, her voice demanding. Huge, lumbering footsteps could be heard as two more orcs approached. "Waghzhief... tayke da znaga...," he turned towards the two bandits, who's sly grins had faltered and were replaced with ones of fear. "Mi am Rehx Vrogak'Gorkil. Latz gib mi znaga az tribuyte?" Scared out of asking for coin for her, the bandit leader nodded sullenly. "Indeed... ah... tribute..." With that, Xanthe was dumped out of the sack. Blinking up at the harsh desert sun, she weakly looked at the three huge, lumbering orcs and her two captors, who were already walking quickly off. She was pulled to her feet by the one called the "Warchief", and she was dragged along into the palace. -------------------- Later she knelt before the Rex in his palace. Looking up at him, her vision blurred from being weak and sick. He stood up from his throne, stepping forward to grab her hair and remove her binds. She looked up at him with wide, scared brown eyes. Grabbing her chin, he regarded her thoughtfully. "Hozh znaga... Kiri, latz kan kip 'er." Stepping forward, the female orc spoke. "Hozh, manee rulg, Rex," She knelt down and took Xanthe's chin from the Rex. "Latz belung tu mi nao, gruk?" Eyes full of tears, Xanthe nodded. -------------------- Later, she was awoken from her small tower room by Kiri'Gorkil, her new mistress. She took her up to the volcano, where many more orcs were already gathered above the pit of lava at the zenith of the mountain. The Rex held one of her captors - apparently his bandit leader had left him to die at the hands of the orcs when they were captured in the desert. The bandit met Xanthe's eye, his own fear reflected in her own. He slowly turned towards the Rex, then with a look of defiance, he spat at him. Angrily, the Rex lifted one great foot and kicked the bandit into the lake of fire. With a scream, Xanthe turned away, covering her mouth with a hand. Stepping away from the cheering orcs, she knelt down and vomited. So this was her life, enslaved. [Had to write about this, probably the most eventful roleplay I've had in a while. Thanks to colaone1, friar5, ShannonLeigh, Arteh, and Origin_Lark (because he's beautiful).]