Shady

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Yet our rp is made realistic.

We try to mirror realism.

You talk about rape and such yet I don't know or don't have anyone to enlightmen about your own view or experience of this.

Me, for myself as a male has experienced it.

It's hard and all you want to call it, I don't speak about it to others I dislike speaking about it I know it happens, and ... ?

It's the trigger of a trauma attack everytime, yes.

But let me tell you this, Miss.

This is an subject I get really blunt on.

Without prostitution, or whores or Ho's.. or however you want to call them.

Without them the rape % would SKY ROCKET.

It is just that you know that merely because of these ladies that sell their bodies it is that ours aren't taken anymore.

It is utterly realism and we are free to create this within a fantasy world.

For fantasy is realism added together with non-realism.

If a person wishes to take this in, so be it.

Don't like it then don't go visit a borthel..

Honestly.. prostitution is a good thing.

Legal prostitution is..

Make a difference between sex slave into forced prostitution and free of own will prostitution.

And no, I am not a prostitute.

Read the post and you'll see I was merely another victim.

Sleepwell.

EDIT: Don't think I am just a newby because of 45 posts. I'm an old enough veteran of the comunity to speak for every change that has happend withing LotC. I was here Before the end of Aegis.. before everything went down. I have been here a long time.

To those complainnig about the prostitution rule:

Prostitution is realistic, just like rape is realistic. This community is too immature, however, to handle it realistically.

This is a serious, real life issue, and seeing the way certain people play their female characters is not only offensive, it is disgusting, and reeks of objectification. I am honestly glad it's gone.

In the real world, both in olden days and present time, prostitution is a last resort for someone who has been put through terrible circumstances and seemingly has no other options. It's degrading, not to mention dangerous. In the world of LotC there are countless other options. Food and jobs are easy to come by, wealthy and respectable, unmarried men are literally everywhere, and of course there's always begging and pickpocketing, or living in the wilds.

Your characters have NO REASON to stoop so low, which leads me to the conclusion that you're playing as/interacting with prostitutes because "hurr durr, sex". Which is extremely offensive, and I'll say it again, objectifying and sexist. So quit the complaining, and thank you administration team.

Yet our rp is made realistic.

We try to mirror realism.

You talk about rape and such yet I don't know or don't have anyone to enlightmen about your own view or experience of this.

Me, for myself as a male has experienced it.

It's hard and all you want to call it, I don't speak about it to others I dislike speaking about it I know it happens, and ... ?

It's the trigger of a trauma attack everytime, yes.

But let me tell you this, Miss.

This is an subject I get really blunt on.

Without prostitution, or whores or Ho's.. or however you want to call them.

Without them the rape % would SKY ROCKET.

It is just that you know that merely because of these ladies that sell their bodies it is that ours aren't taken anymore.

It is utterly realism and we are free to create this within a fantasy world.

For fantasy is realism added together with non-realism.

If a person wishes to take this in, so be it.

Don't like it then don't go visit a borthel..

Honestly.. prostitution is a good thing.

Legal prostitution is..

Make a difference between sex slave into forced prostitution and free of own will prostitution.

And no, I am not a prostitute.

Read the post and you'll see I was merely another victim.

Sleepwell.

^^^ Longest. F*cking. Post. Ever.

To be honest, my VA was 20k words.. that's longer :3

Got ( forgot the number.. ) 45 or 60 or 75 K of words of lore now ^__^

I used to write a ton about my character.

He's 2 years old now and still going !

<3

BTW: I DO NOT WANT TO SEE: " TOO LONG DIDN't READ "

If you don't read it, don't take the same time to do a comment.. just leave it be then and stop spamming..

<3

Nuff said a ton of things.

How do we word things about this ?

First of all explicit rules were always in place.

Everyone knew they weren't to happen.

They did on a small base.

Heck, players like me even checked other players age before I did my villianous rp, because I was and still am a torture lover. I love to torture beyond imagination. Yet I asked for their proper ages and I never would involve any sexual acts nor anything wrong.

Putting rules up for yourself is a key.

But restricting the roleplay and the options to be free in an open world of roleplay is killing yourself.

I do not play anymore, yet I visit the forums very often.

The very fact I got silenced merely for telling the truth is saddening.

The very fact that you have done this, without talking or asking the opinions of all the GMs or the more part, is very saddening.

Not to even speak that certain Admins didn't know of this, is even more saddening.

Yet I am not the person atlead, nor can I voice my oppinion with the respect I earned.

For I have been silenced by merely another human with a higher rank.

Preventing the banning of yet another ranked person.

You could ofcourse delete this post, like I believe you will.

Or you could let it stay and let the community see the truth.

Reasoning why people that were long involved in this community suddenly stop posting.

Stop participating in roleplay.

You've made several rules.

You've forced them upon others with power.

I have accepted.

Yet I live in a free country, thus I have the ability to speak free as I want.

Yet it appears LotC sees itself as an country without that freedom.

Much love to all,

I miss you a ton ~

<3

( At the other hand, I would love for this account not to be silenced for merely speaking truth.

( If I am needed to do what people ask so very often.

( Ex: " Show everything or it's not true "

( I guess I won't reject this time

Again, miss you all a ton :3

EDIT:

( I just tought of this a moment ago but.. you tend to see merely 1 side of things as bestiality and necrophilia. )

I shall explain, because I love to do so ^__^

I love this example, so here you go :3

Back in the days ~

Back in the days I once had this gm comming to me, " Could you ask the age of your.. well.. erh.. victims ? Before torturing them severly ? " I was asked, and I agreed with a smile. Because why not ? I don't want to hurt people afterall.

I used to torture people on real time based schemes. My longest torture rp has lasted for 5 days or was it 6 ? YET ! we did ofcourse do sleeping breaks and we had to eat and school, so let's hold it on an average of 60 hours, in detailed torture.

I do understand that this is extreme, yet I was one of the last people that still made mines with reinforcements. Yet I was one of the last people that would roleplay out how I washed my hair.. how I would climb out of my bed. How many of you have roleplayed, taking your pillow and giving it a soft swing so it doesn't get all flat, right.. exactly. It wasn't extreme rp compared to my other rp.

Yet people did know me on the server, hopefully for good roleplay :D

" Beautiful blood vessels that you all were, for the 7th moon had risen " I spoke often in the ooc chat. :D

( Insider for people that still remember me at that single phrase. :3 )

Now the example.. as I tend to type a ton !

Back in the days ~

When I would have killed someone or tortured someone. ( Ending with 39 perma kills and around 80 normal kills. :3 )

I would dance with the remains of my victim. God, I know how to dance ( it is a family tradition to go on dancing lessons as a boy :3 Though I enjoy it a ton as I get to dance with males of my age ;) )

So I would dance and rp how I would give a dripping drop of blood a lick as it would slowly slip down the female' death cold lips. Gently strokking my fingers through her hair as I saw how some small burned pieces flesh gave in, slowly releasing from her skull and falling towards the ground in their endless flight, shattered by the beautiful moonlight as I danced upon my fortress, holding her cold lifeless body tight against my warm chest. Tasting her beautiful metal like flavoured blood upon my lips as I gave hers a gentle kiss, staring deep in her colorless eyes as I could lose myself, had I not pulled back from the desire to walk forth, while watching her eyes, balacing on the edge of my tower, swinging her legs gently around as the cold skravian breeze made me shiver in pleasure, feeling how yet another soul had been released from it's chains to mortality, yet another soul would fly and serve my goddess.. " for you, my love.. my goddes, Iblees " I spoke softly as my lips shivered slightly, a small dark black tear rolling out of my eyes, past my small pulsating blue runes as I let go off my precious, letting her fall in the deep black cliff along my tower, hearing a muffled sound as she fell down. The wind searing through the few holse of her skull, giving a soft whisteling sound as I saw how that single tear of mine, followed her down, following her in the wake of her release " Goodbye.. my love.. more will come.. be safe.. stay yourself.. for I've chosen you as you were.. "

Now I've heard people who thought, " DUDE it's a game.. don't go so extreme ", yet I've also had people who admired my indepth rp, my will and eager to describe the smallest detail. YES, there are minors playing on the server. BUT, and you should know this danny, if you put that disclaimer up then there is no need to restrict roleplay.

Because in all honesty, many roleplayers moved, merely to see good roleplay.

And that doesn't mean the roleplay on LotC is bad.

No, you're merely restricting it.

You are restricting the way of how detailed we can be.

*stabs the woman*

*the woman dies*

or I write around 100 sentences on how precisely my blade would cut through the soft and tender flesh and skin, getting a gentle resistance of her upper skin for a mere moment as my blade would gently cut through it, not giving the slightest sign of blood until I would give a 3 degrees swirl at my hand because a mere shiver ran along my spine as I pulled my blade back, causing it to cut out a slight piece of your flesh as blood gushed out of the deadly wound, slowly turning my back and walking away, knowing that not even the a healer could help you now. Slowly bringing the blade back up towards my mouth as I grazed my teeth gently along it's edge, picking up the small piece of flesh and giving it a quick bite as I swallowed it at once, savouring the bloody taste in my mouth.

Also, you are taking people' ability to play canibals or tortures away.

Honestly, and no offense Villains, but you are taking their possebilities to give the community GOOD roleplay, away.

JOB 1 of the villain: Provide good roleplay for all to enjoy ?

*stabs the woman*

No, sorry.. you can't do this..

That's just horrible..

How are Villains supposed to bring good roleplay.

When you restrict them until they can merely be a dog.

*stabs the woman and goes back to his hiding hole, scared for the endless rage and meta because of an unjustified death with bad rp.*

If you look at it that way.. it are the rules you are making that provide the reason to meta.

A good death will not get meta'd, unless you are too good and never get caught.

But I guess I have typed quite a lot now.

And I am honestly not so much interested anymore.. in LotC.

It just pains me to see how this server is slowly going downhill.

I made a massive response in both surveys, but you just never look at it.

That pains me, Danny.

A good admin doesn't sees himself as an admin.

He takes the position of the player.

Talks and decides together with them.

A good admin.. is hard.. oh so very hard, but it's doable.. it's just hard and tiresome.

and very unrewarding at the start.

Once again, love you all

Have a happy day

If this post gets deleted, I will be very sad, yes..

Because every post I make, has it's meaning and is made to only do good..

You just sometimes have to search it..

Have fun all

I miss you all a ton and it breaks my hearth to see how everything is going but yeah

Have a nice life all ~

( Btw, talking about rape and such.. you have people who have had it happen to them, yes. And ofcourse we have to keep that in mind. Rape is never to be done, it is bad. Yet.. *you know the rest and there is no need for me to continue this*

But think of that very phrase for it was the very reason I got restricted from posting.

Because I know what happend and now the truth.

Sleepwell all :3

EDIT: God.. I just keep writting..

Bestiality:

Is feeling love towards animals, not necesarielley having sex with them.

If so then this is a persons own choice.

And this shouldn't happen on the server, if it does, ban it.

Simple.. but make a difference between loving an animal and giving it hugs.. and talking and giving it a kiss.. gosh, even washing it 7 times a day while full time kissing it.

And having sex with an animal.

They are different things, do know that.

Again, sleepwell all <3

LAST EDIT AS I AM READING ALLLLL THE POSTS BEFORE MINE:

Brothels may be banned...

But art studios with naked ladies aint!

Yes it is, I wrote a torture story and I had to removed a part where a sword would.. more or less.. cleave a female.. ( you get the image ) anyhow.. off to bed, sleepwell all <3

Also towards Blundermores enlightning posts.

It seems you go maybe in detail considering your roleplay. But that doesn't mean that other people can't go further than yours. If 2 people love eachother rply and they think that they should have a child and wish to rp this out they may use FTB. And do it in skype or whatever..

EXAMPLE: " No son don't take the chocolate ! Don't take that delicious big chocolate santa clause there ! "

You bet it'll be gone next morning !

If you restrict something too much, it'll be more fun to do it.

Many people still have a childish side, and that's the main part.

( And don't be like: I don't have a childish side because everyone does, it's the simplicity rule of the human mind and manking in it's whole. )

Sleepwell.

- snip -

Sorry if I insult anyone with the following post, know that I never try to do this and always wish the best to anyone, but people sometimes are insolent or incapable of seeing the truth.

( Reason we don't want to be human anymore :3 )

please all stop on the raging and such as I am writting a post and I would love to see it me still being capable to post this. For this would only be possible if this one thread stays open.

Thank you dearly. :)

I support this new currency.

It is a much more role-play'ish manner of having money.

It makes it easier for Villains and for trading it should be more fun to role-play for everyone.

And as a small extra, I like the green crystals ( At least that is how they appear on my texture pack. )

I find it also a great thing that I now can hide my own minas / emeralds in chests.

It is easier to protect your currency now, also.

All by all: Good work on this one Vaq.

Shady loves it.

Poll is broken, I deleted my votes to place new ones. Can't do..

And I checked twice.

#5 absolutley NO. If there are assassins it would cause a lot of meta and people will abuse this. Even if they don't want too OOC'ly they'll be more defensive as they have seen you are evil. This unconsiously changes your role-playing reactions, you'll unconsiously be more defensive. Thus ruining it for the other player.

#4 Example: I make 1000 medical kits so that I Can continue for ever. Next week: I make 1000 armor sets. Next week: I mine and farm as much as I can. Next week: I make 10.000 bread.

What comes from this: Economy falls, nobody has need of another. If you would do this then the skills plugin infact has no point anymore as there would be no more need for trading with others.

Everyone can say they won't abuse it and most will.. But in the end, pressing a button or running to the other side of the map to get a smith.. I know my choice. And I know I couldn't resist to take the easiest option.

#3 Yes, just clear the character card, Only. BUT make a weekly limit on this. Or a daily limit. People will otherways abuse it. And you don't need to have many people abusing it, some will sufice.

So I would say: Make a limit on it. People won't make 7 new characters each week, will they?

#2 No, as you have stated. People will run away put their stuff in other places and bring them back when they are safe. This would certainly be abused.

#1 Yes, but if you could make it so that you can only do it at a certain place. For example that you could only do it at the cloud temple. Or that you could only do it at your soulstone. This would be great as if you are evil then you can walk out of your home, seeing some orcs and quickly changing.

So I would say, make swapping of characters restraint to some regions or places.

Examples: At homes, Soulstones, Cloud temple ...

,Thanks

, Shady

Minecraft Account Name: NeoTholian

Public Character Name: Vas'Roos Dener’al

Private Character Name: Vier’vas Der’nal

Race: Mori’quessir

Gender: Female

Age: 107

Appearance: Vier’vas has a rather big bosom and wide hips. She decorates her crystal hair by using blue dye for slight accents and small golden rings to bind pieces of her hair together. She has pale violet, almost white eyes, which make her face quiet recognizable. Though her female curves would be seen through her clothing she prefers to show these, as the same goes for her rather trained off parts. The slight shade, of precise muscles, at her stomach reveals the signs of the intensive training she underwent. Other than her physical appearance there is only one other regularity, the dark iron scythe that she keeps with her at all times. ( This scythe shall be explained later on in the biography. )

Personality: Vier’vas would be seen as a rather closed person, though these opinions come from those who have not met her yet. She holds a great hatred to all those who are impure in her eyes, those who wander the surface. As this hatred is rather extreme the same goes in the opposite way, for those who have gained her thrust she shall open herself towards. But thrust is never to be owned or gained on a single day, not many shall and have ever seen in the truth which Vier’vas hides. For only her brother is one of those, he also has to withstand the ventures she launches at him. In moments of rage her mind focuses and time seems to stop until her anger would be triggered, where she quickly calculates her situation methodically. She may have rather extreme emotions towards those she thrusts and those she does not know, she shall always respect the ranks which rule in the Mori’quessir. She does not easily lose her temper, after all “the death of one which merely gives a temporary satisfaction... could have given her pleasure and joy for hours and hours by tormenting and toying with them.“

Biography:

As Vier’vas would always join Var’dagoth in his lessons at the Melee-Magthere she slowly became aware of the joy that welled inside her as she saw how blood would seep out of a student’s leg as he hadn’t obeyed Ul’Saruk. Slowly she grew more and more passionately in love with the deep red color of the shed blood as she began to train harder and harder, hoping to impress her teachers, whenever she could. She tried out every single weapon she could think of but did not even once received the satisfaction she searched for. Hatred slowly rose up in her deepest self, hatred towards these weapons, hatred towards herself. As she started to wander the dark caverns she questioned herself, questioned her existence as the lust for bloodshed remained in the back of her head.

As years passed and she continued to feel this anger towards herself she went towards the dark caverns. Her brother had long since left and thus she had remained alone with her thoughts, with her deepest weakness of not being able to handle any of those weapons. But not once she had confessed this and she would never do so. Slowly she came to the end of the caverns and entered the dark black night, her feet brushing along the cold dew, hanging on the rather long wild grass. With elegant movements she continued to walk towards the moon as her feet slowly began to become aware of every single dew drop remaining on them.

The past four years she had made this routine of walking outside at night, hopefully waiting for her brother to return as anger filled her with the question why he had left her behind. She could hear how the grass behind her rustling as it is smashed down by a rather heavy human’s feet. With a trained movement she instantly turned around, her hands going towards her hips as she laid her fingers firmly around her daggers. With disgust she watched as an armed thief came closer towards her, patting his rather thick wooden mace in his hand palm. A mere smile played around her lips as she looked at the made gesture, her fingers silently playing with her dagger as she stared at the human. Eagerly she stepped forward, wanting to rip his stomach open as soon as she could, to look at the beautiful way how his blood would paint a round bow through the air.

A sudden breaking branch came from her left and she quickly turned her head, seeing how three more bandits slowly came out of the bushes around her. She spotted in disgrace towards the ground as she raised her daggers, one above her and one in front of her. She ran towards the bandit in front of her, instantly bringing her lower dagger forward. As the human tried to block this she slammed her upper dagger downwards. The humans lip merely got touched by the dagger but as it went lower it gained a further width span and slashed his whole chest open.

An arrow passed her head and pulled some of her hair out along its flight, its feather brushing her ear slightly. She quickly lowered herself and brought both her daggers to the front as she ran towards the bandit to her right, with swift movements she raised her dagger, ready to place her second mark of death. As she jumped in front of the human, both her daggers above her head, ready to slash down. The sound of a releasing string was to be heard as she quickly realized her mistake, a blunt feeling rushed through her body as she could feel how the arrowhead forced itself a way into her waist, cutting through her flesh and muscles. Her jump lost its strength and she fell to the right as the arrow stuck out of her waist.

She gritted her teeth as she slowly raised herself, anger to be seen in her eyes as she brought her hand towards the arrow shaft, breaking it off so that it would not hinder her in her movements. Her thick red blood started to leak down her leg and tights as she moved forward, her movements rather unfocused. Adrenaline coursed through her body as her smile slowly feinted. She slowly readied herself as she saw how the thief slowly laid yet another arrow on his bow, the three-feathered shaft clearly to be seen it the soft rays of moonlight, that night. A sudden hit made her realize yet her next mistake as she could feel how a pain rushed through her spine, a thief had crept up on her back and slammed her with his thick wooden mace. With a rather held back scream she fell to her knees, the arrowhead burying itself deeper into her waist with this movement.

She blinked a few times as she tried to hold back her tears, seeing how the thief’s mace came down back again, towards her head. With a last scream the mace forced itself against her skull, making her lose consciousness. Her body went limp as she fell to the ground, her head lying in the wet morning dew.

As her eyes slowly open some mere rays of light fall into them, blinding her in a mere moment. When she tries to move her hands she notices thick iron chains hanging around them, a sudden pain sears through her as the crack of a whip is to be heard on her back. A scream of pain releases in her throat as she lays her against the cold stone wall. “ What a ****... “ a deep voice speaks from the back of the room as a quick nod is to be seen. The whip coming back onto her back, ripping some of her skin of as the rough leather forces itself deep into her flesh.

Yet another whip slash forced a searing pain through her back as the feint scars and bleeding wounds remained on her back “Faster you pitiful *****...“ the leader’s deep voice commanded. Her hands began to move faster as she forced the needle through the carpet, with great precision she took yet another colored thread and placed it into the third needle as she kept the other two between her fingers. Her fingers remained on moving as the red marriage dress slowly began to take on its form. Three months she had not done one single thing but weaving clothes and gathering the slowly growing weed that he used to farm himself. With a deep cold voice he spoke “Food... slave... Food“ as he gestured towards her mouth as she gave him a disgusted look. Slowly she raised herself as she could feel how the wounds on her back got back ripped open by this movement, blood started to seep out of her new and old wounds. With stiff and pained muscles she walked towards the fields, feeling the freedom that the shrouding darkness gave her. Her fingers grasped firmly around the scythe as she turned around and looked at the rather fat male “ Lil waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn“ she hissed. A small dark smile played around her lips as she bit them softly, some blood trickling down from them, while the chain on which her feet was attached silently rang, with every movement.

She tightened her fingers around the shaft of the scythe and slowly walks towards the male, who was starting to doze off into a deep sleep. With a bright smile she raised the scythe, seeing how the man opened his eyes and they spread more widely she laughed madly as she brought down the scythe, cleaving his skull with it. With a satisfied look she raised her scythe was again and started to slash down onto the human, his stomach being ripped open by the rough edges of the scythe. The stank of his intestines spread through the room as she continued to hack into him, blood covered her whole scythe as small splashed of blood painted her face.

When she had finally ended her playing with his, by now malformed body, she brought the edge of her scythe to his head and started to kick on it, trying to cut it off. With a loud crack the back spine gave in and the scythe rapidly found its way through the humans flesh. With a satisfied look she grabbed the head and began to pull the blood drenched hair of the male through the iron chain. After detaching herself from the heavy and cold iron chain she had brought the lock of it towards her scythe and attached it, along with the males head.

Slowly she left the house as the chain rang after her, filling the night with its grotesque look.

Days passed as she finally reached the Menorcress and returned to her old home where she slowly regained her calm while she continued to weave, waiting in return for her brother.

Your characters ambitions: Vier’vas has gained an extreme hatred towards any who claim the surface as their home. She seeks for power and wishes to purge the surface from their filthy habits… their filthy lives. To do so she will have to gain more power first as alone she will never be able to reach these ambitions. While on the other hand she feels the urge to ever knowing and learning more. She continues to train as much as she can, hoping to gain more and more power as she does so. At the other hand her rather artistically side comes out when she begins to weave one of her clothes, one of the few ways to regain her calm.

Why does your character do what he/she does?: Vier’vas has been tortured and spoiled by the surface races. Her pain during that time has turned into hatred and she wishes to deliver the same pain back to those races. Her passion for the deep red color of blood has turned nearly into an obsession as she has begun to love pain and death. She can find no greater satisfaction than feeling how the splashes of blood cover her body while she forces her scythe deeper into once body. Their screams are like a sacred melody to her as she gets completely intoxicated by the feeling of pain towards others, and towards herself in some situations. She lives to deliver pain and purge the surface dwellers.

What moral boundaries does your character adhere to, if any?: Vier’vas does not have many boundaries. You could call her rather stubborn or steadfast, as for once she gets her mind set on something, she ‘shall’ reach it. Though she is not stupid, she shall keep things that could hurt her in any way to herself, and shall never act without thinking. She respects the ranks that rule within city but shall not once leave the chance to hurt one of lower ranking. Though her personal preferences go to hurting those from above. She has not the slightest problem with murdering or torturing one, for it gives her the greatest ( apart from one ) satisfaction she can obtain.

What are some notable strengths and weaknesses of your character?:

- Vier’vas has rather and extreme personality in terms of emotions, she shall always try to restrain them. But once one pushes her too far, she ‘shall’ releases those emotions. Mostly ending in physical conflicts. ( This does not mean that she shall handle without thinking, one murder is less pleasing than hours of pain. )

- Vier’vas is an excellent fighter with her scythe. But considering any other weapon, besides daggers, she is rather weak and under developed.

- She has a rather twisted mind, meaning that if she wishes to hurt one or another she will do this in rather weird ways. She shall not simply hurt these people, but rather she shall break everything around them until they fall into despair and beg for their own dead instead of those they love.

- She is rather athletic and swiftly in her movements, but her stamina is not the greatest. She gets exhausted pretty fast as she has not yet regained her fully strength, nor has she reached her full potential.

- She has a weakness of being curious, if something has been said that interests her, she will use all means possible to know what it exactly was. Though this can be seen also as an strength as she interests her for different aspects.

- She has great difficulties with stopping to pain someone, once she has started too. Mostly she will need someone to stop her before realizing that her opponent has long begged for mercy.

- Tough it was during her time that she was captured she has build up an even greater passion for clothing, at first she did not wishes to acknowledge it. But she has build up a rather slight passion for weaving and creating various clothes and such.

- Vier’vas mostly thinks twice before doing certainties, almost never shall she handle without having thought of the possible mistakes or happenings that could occur during certain events.

What role will your character play in Asulon?: On one hand Vier’vas wishes to cleanse the surfacers of all their impurity and shall do so with force if given the chance. On the other hand she shall be a rather standard Mori while in Menorcress, living as they do and weaving in her pastime. Her true nature shall only come above when she is around people she disgusts, mostly being the surface dwellers.

Is your character loyal or a backstabber?: This can be seen from different points. It takes an rather large amount of effort to gain Vier’vas, her thrust. But once this has been gained she shall trust you blindly, or at least make it look like that. If Vier’vas trusts you after merely a week ( irl time counting. ) then it shall probably be, because she has to find that certain spot where she will cleave her dagger into your back. She is not loyal nor a backstabber. She more works with a trading system. Who gives shall receive, and she shall not give first unless she can gain pleasure or profit out of doing so, unless she wishes you to ‘trust’ her to find that certain spot on your back.

Are you familiar with all server/villain application rules?: Yes, I have read all the server and villain application rules. And I fully agree with them, they are there for out and others own good and the overall enjoyment that we can gain out of role-playing.

Evils to be considered for?:

-1: Thievery, Cheating, Lockpicking, and Jailbreaking:

Vier’vas shall always go to the furthest extend to gain what she wishes for. If this means she has to pick a lock, cheat. Or even be jailed to get closer to a certain person she wishes gone, then she shall do so. Nor shall she let the chance of gaining some unprotected jewels go. Considering the jailbreaking she has understood that the jails in the overworld are under developed. Thus if needed she shall let herself be jailed and break out if this brings her any closer to her objectives. This could also be used to get into an extremely fortified fortress.

Nor would she have second thoughts to steal from any but her own kind.

-2a: Murder Type A - Assassinations, Murdering when unprovoked:

Vier’vas gets the greatest satisfaction ( besides one, obviously ) of hearing the screams of pained humans. She shall assassinate anyone that stands in her way or has called upon her fury, by any means. Considering the murdering she merely enjoys the feeling of hot splashing blood onto her skin or the screams of agony, while she forces her scythe deeper into ones flesh. Though this does not means she shall handle without thinking, in anyway. ( These motives slightly go with 2b: Killing for pleasure, twisted ways of killing. ,too. )

-2b: Murder Type B - Killing for pleasure, twisted ways of killing (cannibalism, weird fetishes), Torture, Slaving:

Vier’vas has an nearly insane, or rather great obsession for blood and the pain of others. She finds nothing more relaxing then feeling how the blood of her victims splatters onto her face while she would slowly force her hand deeper into the small cut she had made into once stomach, grabbing his intestines and pulling them out while she would smile at the pained face of her victim. While being fully aroused by the gorgeous feeling of their pain she would slowly lick up the splashes of blood while keeping of delivering inhuman pain as long as she could. At the other hand she finds great enjoyment in the humiliation of slaves or just by delivering pain to them too. It is merely on object on which she ventures, to her.

Why do you as a player wish to and think you deserve to play as a villain?:

I think that being a villain would really bring my role-play to a new level, and I could work it out to a much further extent. I understand that villains are here to enhance not only our own but for most the role-playing enjoyment of others. It should not only matter how we role-play our characters but also why. And I think that if I was my character ( I very often think about the feelings and emotions of my characters. ) that I would have developed a great hatred towards others. And this piece of my character, which makes it realistic, would only come out if I would be a villain. I think I understand all the rules and got the true meaning behind being a villain. Being a villain does not give your more rights, it only gives you more duties. You are being a part of this server and you must be a rolemodel to others. People will look at you and thus you must be and try your very best to make role-playing more enjoyable for everyone.

===Roleplay Related Questions===

As your character wanders the back-streets of Menorcress, you sight a cloaked figure lurking in one of the shadowed nook behind the Brothel: a rustle of cloth is heard, and the figure ushers you in with a skeletal finger. The hooded figure imparts information involving a conspiracy to over-throw the House of Miiystra, and offers you a hefty sum of coin to partake in the planned attack. How does your character react?

Vier’vas slowly walks towards the cloaked figure, smiling slightly as she brings her hand towards her back, gently brushing her fingers along the shaft of her scythe “ Yess? “ she hisses in a rather weird way. Her eyes slowly run across the man as she takes a small step back, not being able to see whether or not he is armed.

“ Will you join me.. “ the cloaked man whispers towards her as he slowly stretches his arm out to her.

A grin plays around her lips as a rather loud laughter erupts from them “ Join you.. “, she whispers in a sarcastic way as she turns her back towards the man, walking off as her hips move rather elegantly in the darkness.

Your character finds him/herself watching the Alure d'aphyon: the several fighters within the void maze wield only sticks as they prove their prowess as warriors by battling to the death. One of fighters happens to be a close companion of yours, and you witness him being strategically cornered by three of the other fighters and beaten to death. While the crowd cheers in celebration of the violence, and the death of your friend. How does your character react?

Vier’vas slowly raises herself as she claps her hands, loudly cheering with the rest of the crowd. Seeing how the sand slowly starts to turn red by her fried’s beautiful red blood. “ Pitiful creature.. “ she whispers in front of her as she tries to get a better view on the still being beaten corpse. Blood is gulping out of some holes in the stomach of her once friend, a dark smile playing around her lips as she remains standing, as the other Mori slowly continue to watch the rest of the games. Though her view does not includes those anymore, for her eyes are locked onto the malformed body, her smile getting brighter with every moment as she thinks how she would have done it.

As you turn the corner into a dimly lit alley, a pair of young female rothe (slave/cattle) instantly run up to you. They are begging for a donation of either coin or bread. How does your character react?

As she looks how both the females fall to their knees begging for bread she smiles brightly. In a sudden movement she raises her feet and kicks the right female painfully against her face, feeling how her nose breaks under her forceful kick. A dark smile plays around her lips as she bends over and grabs the second slaves hair, raising her from the ground painfully as she slams her against the wall, hearing her pained screams. Softly she begins to whisper in the slave’s ear “ Don’t you love.. your own screams ? “ she whispers as she pulls the slaves head back and slams it once again against the dark stonen wall. With a satisfied smile she throws the woman onto the ground and turns around, leaving them there as she plays with her hair. Thinking about what she would eat that evening, as if nothing has happened.

A male and female rivvil [human] and a rivvil child seem lost amidst the alley-ways of byr'shuk [outsider-market]. The woman walks with a long staff, and the man appears to have a scabbard at his side. How does your character react?

Vier’vas silently eyes the group of wanderers, not having the time to in fact do something. She slowly brings her hand towards her scythe and pulls it off her back, smiling sadistically as she likes the blade for a mere moment. Suddenly she feels how Var’dagoth lays his hand onto her shoulder, quickly turning her head towards his. Seeing how he shakes his head she slowly calms down and attaches the scythe back to her back, cursing as she tastes the blood of her own cut tongue.

"Not in public, sister, curb your hate near our own home." Var'dagoth says simply, looking over at the outsiders himself with a hint of disgust, then he turns and heads towards their home.

She continues to curse as she looks at him in disgust, raising herself from her crouching position as she begins to follow him.

Two guards try to break up a fight between your acquaintance and two members of another qu'ellar [house]. Your 'friend' slays one of the guards as he approaches, causing the others to draw their arms. How does your character react?

Vier’vas lowers herself onto the ground as he looks at her friend, slowly shaking his head as she sees how he has no chance of winning. In the blink of an eye one of the two members of the other house jump forward and slash towards her friends head, hitting him fully uncovered as he was in the middle of an attack towards the guard.

With a deep sigh she raises herself as she sees how her friend collapses to the ground, blood gulping from her head as she slowly walks forward to his body. She slowly wraps her chain around his neck and arms, not paying any notice to the guard or members of the other house. With a deep sigh she turns around and begins to walk towards her house, dragging the corpse behind her, a trail of blood following her every steps. A sadistically smile playing around her lips, she wouldn’t need to buy any red dye tonight for her projects..

A screenshot of your skin:

( Note: This will change very hard accordingly to how Vier’vas develops. )

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name:

NeoTholian

How old are you?:

I am 21 years old.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

We have moved abit but right now I live in Switzerland.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

Well, I've always had good points for english. So I do, I suppose.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am an active young lady who loves to rp ( I also do this with some friends of mine ). I am quiet creative and all my friends claim me to be a great drawer. Animé and Manga mean alot in my life, by now I've seen over 30 Animés and I don't think I will ever stop doing so. Oh, right, I talk alot.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

Around 4 hours a day, if my study allows me to.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:

Roleplaying, means to me. That you take on the feelings and emotions of an individual and act, think how he/she would. Roleplaying to me is a way of being the one I have always dreamed off. I love to go fully up into my character, I even do so in real life.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:

I used to rp on Guild Wars, World of Warcraft, 9Dragons, Rift, Tera, and so on. ^-^ I also rp in real life with my friends.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:

Meta-Gaming to me, means that I would know certain things trough the use of OOC or without having rp'ly discoverd it. It would mean that I could predict what one or another would do if he had told so OOC'ly or if he/her would have rp'd with others who then would OOC'ly have given this imformation to me.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is:

Powergaming to me: means that I would give the opposer of me no chances at all to win in any kind of battle we would have. It would mean that I have powers far too great and that I can not be defeated.

Power-Emoting to me: means that I would emote in such a way that the opposer has not a chance to react, because of the speed at which I would type. Or that I decide for him what he she should do through the use of an unfair emote.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

' I hope ' it won't be like the previous servers which claimed to be rp-servers.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

Aeonis, Cookiecraft.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:

I have, and I understand and agree with them all.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:

I promise that I will abide to the said rules and laws.

How did you hear about us?:

I was looking for an RP server on google, and this was the most appealing that came out.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:

I have not.

In-Character:

Character Name:

I would like to rp'ly get my name, so I'll start without one as my Bio describes.

My character would have more or less a loss of memory, and thus won't know her name.

What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!) :

An Elf.

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

No, just an Elf would be fine.

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.):

The screams of the tormented girls still seared trough her mind, a sudden pain at her back makes her regain conciousness for a mere moment. A Rock had hit her back while she was being dragged along by thick ropes, at the roughness of them you could say that they were handmade by an amateur. The ropes slightly cutted into her wrists as she tried to open her eyes, merely seeing the dark cloacked man drag her along. Her mind hurted as she fell how the wound of the arrow was slowly oppening at her waist. As her eyes slowly close the nightmares enter her mind once again, trying to turn her insane as she hopelessly attempts to grab back to conciousness. Tears pop into her eyes as the nightmares force themselve trough her failed attempts to keep them off.

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Three days she had been walking trough the forest, hoping to find a place to build a new life, as her parents had abdonned her. As a cold breeze passes her bare skin she shivers for a moment, her crystal red hair moves in a delayed movement as she turns her head. A branch had cracked, again. She knew these forests, she knew that there were no wild animals large enough to crack branches. Someone had to be following her. ' Where are they.. Who are they.. ' she whispered infront of her as she raised the pace at which her elegant but short legs moved. Bare footed she moved between the bushes, her robe slightly ripped apart, some broken-off branches still remainig to hang on it as their small spikes would refuse to break off. Her hand moved along one of the rather big leaves of the bush as yet another crack came to her hearing ' fourteen.. fourteen cracks.. ' she whispered infront of her as she once again started to raise the pace at which she walked. In a quick movement she turned her head and looked backwards " Who is there.. " she yelled out, emptying her lungs from all the air remaining in there.

A black flash, the sparkles of sunlight falling onto dark steel. In an failed attempt she turned around, realising she had made a mistake by turning around. The knife passed her deep red eyes with only the length of a nail. In an instant she turned around again, trying to make her escape by running as hard as she could. Her mind screamed as she started to run as hard as she could, the slight brushing of leather against would was to be heard behind her. ' He has a bow you morron ' her mind screamed against her as she run as an animal, hissing as she did so. A feint sound was to be heard as she turned around, seeing how the arrow flew towards her torso.

The arrow forced itself deep into her flesh as she could feel how her skin was being torn apart by the rawness of the arrow-tip. She screamed out as she felt how the arrow stopped right before it would leave the other side of her waist. The turning movement she had made had changed the point of inpact of the arriving arrow. However the damage was still too great.

She slowly lowered herself as she felt how her knees started to give up, under the pain. Her waist was bleeding heavily as she looked down, her sight getting lesser and lesser. As she slowly brings her hands towards the arrow shaft she sees how the dark steel sparkles once again in the sunlight. A mere flash and the stranger knocked her out by using the back of his dark steel dagger.

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" You go lay down here.. fancy.. " the dark cloacked stranger said as he threw her against the ground, kicking her one last time deep into her stomach. Some blood seeped out of her stomach as she didn't even react to the kick. Not even noticing them under the burning pain..

(( This is more or less the moment where I shall wake up in Asulon. ))

What are your Character's ambitions?:

My characters ambitions was and still will be to build up a new life and become happy, like she always wanted. But the ghost of the past keeps on haunting her and thus she decides to eliminate him, by training. So at a certain point her greatest ambition shall be training.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):

That would be a pair of daggers or axes and a bow.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?

As she has lived always near the woods with her parents and has made many travels trough them, in a failed attempt to try and part from her parents. She has learned how the forests work, which plants you can eat and which will poison you. She has learned how to roam trough the forests without getting noticed.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, copy and paste this link into your browser: ( http://tinyurl.com/Lotcscreenshot ):

(( This is a skin I would use at the very start as she has nothing more on then a pants and some cloth around her chest. ))

Other Information about your Character:

My character would be pretty shy and hold a great hatred against the male gender.

Open-Response-Questions

Each and every question must be answered with a minimum of a single full paragraph and entirely in RP.

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?

She slowly raises her head as she sees the small halfling. Upon noticing both armed warriors she quickly looks back at the ground and pulls her hood further over her head, a slight piece of her crystal red hair still being uncovered as she looks from under the hood. Her eyes full of hate towards the males. She silently whispers infront of her " not yet.. i'm not ready, yet.. not yet.. " She slowly takes a step and starts to walk away from the ( cloudtemple ), her nails slightly pressing into her handpalms as she tries to control her anger. With a last look at the warriors she turns around and leaves the sight without any further notice.

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?

As the man speaks to her she instantly freezes and raises her head, slowly looking into the males eyes. As the man stretches her arm towards her she spits on the ground and turns around, slowly stepping away as she can hear the curses of the man. As she raises the pace at which she is walking she tries to deny the looks she's getting. " Get away.. get away from me.. get away! " she whispers to no one as once again she tries to restrain her anger. Upon seeing a small dark street she turns to the left and enters it, once in the dark she raises her hood slightly and looks towards the male, once again spitting on the ground as she leaves.

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?:

(( My character would normally first wait a few days to check or it is still habitated or not. ))

As she slowly opens the chest and sees the valuables she turns around, slightly pushing against the door and looking from behind of it. Looking for any possible enemies who could ambush her. As she slowly regains her calm again she turns around and quickly grabs the valuables, stuffing them into a handmade leather bag with thick rope sticthes. She slowly turns around and raises her feet as she kicks the door with a swift movement, opening it while keeping a safe distance. Her hand lays on her dagger as she starts to run towards the tree line, trying to find cover in the darkness of the forest.

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?

(( My character would more or less know how to survive in the wilds and would always try to avoid places she does not know. ))

She slowly looks at the people, upon seeing that there are only two males from over twenty people she nods to herself and walks towards them. She slowly folds her hands into a bowl and brings them to her mouth, gesturing the people that she is thirsty and needs food. ' When one seems to be helpless.. one will look twice as strong when she shows her true self ' she thinks by herself.

(( After she would be satisfied and had taken advantage of their hospitality ))

As she sees how the light grey clouds rip open the morning sky, she slowly looks down from the roof " I thank you for your hospitality, pitifull beings " she says as she slowly moves towards the edge of the roof. Climbing down the raw stonen wall, her hands slightly bleeding from some sharp stonen spikes that remained at the roughly mined stone. As she lands onto the ground, breaking her fall by going through her knees she turns around and runs off to the horizon.

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?:

She slowly walks towards the leader and shows him both her daggers, upon his nodding she turns around and runs towards the tower. Seeing how there are indeed bandits outside she makes her plan. With an elegant turn she turns back towards the ladder and starts to climb down, her soft hands gently holding the raw ladder. With a swift movement she leaves the towerbase and runs towards the back of the village. She slowly grabs her dagger and walks towards the back of a house, slamming the window with the back of her dagger. " While they defend.. I'll release them from that extra weight of accesoiries ".

Anything else you would like to say?:

I hope you enjoyed reading my application.