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  1. (Minecraft Username: )   Valor777

    Name: Coryn Lunas

    Age:   176

    Gender: Male

    Will any others reside with you?: Not at the start.

    If not, would you opt in for a shared home?: This is fine with me.

    How can you declare yourself mali'thill?:  I feel that my looks present me as physically pure and my knowledge of maehrsae hilunheya can prove my purity of mind.

    Are there any other details that you wish to relay?: No.

  2. MC Name: AngelDoll_/ valor777

    Forum name: Super Crazy Valor
    Real name: [Not needed] Ren

    Experience with chess: A bit

    Skype contact name:  jfobean
    How confident are you in your abilities? :) : Quite confident I suppose.

  3. A man slips into the Golden Cloud Tavern, quickly going to drop a flier on the main table before throwing one behind the counter. He then goes to retreat before questioning. A crow flies in after he leaves, sitting in the corner of the room on a nail.

     

    Hello Tavern goers and Powell family. We have something that may be of use to you. We don't want her we want your mina. A simple trade can be set up. I don't advise coming to look for her. Go ahead and place a note below with a bid if you wish, other than that. Give your letter to our Crow and we will negotiate from there.

    http://gyazo.com/c6d9a7eb530f5a1a6408c5dd6be929aa


  4. Minecraft name(s):​

    valor777

    Skype ID:

    jfobean

    Time zone:

    EST!

    Have you ever been banned or received a strike? If so, link the report:

    Proud to say nope!

    Do you hold / have you held any other staff positions?

    Not yet.

    What MMORPG/video games have you / do you play? (Past and Present)

    World Of Warcraft (Past)

    Guild Wars II (Present)

    Minecraft (Present)

    Fire Emblem! (Past)

    Dragon Age (Past)

    Skyrim (Past)

    Rune Factory (Past)

    Dark Souls (Always)

    Avid player of visual novels

    Counter Strike (Occasionally)

    Smash! (Present)

    The list continues but I'd rather not list my huge Steam Library.

    What are your characters? Are you willing to sacrifice any to become a Event member?

    I currently play Crona Lunas the Human, Alyn Aylanir the High Elf, and Fozil'Dom the Orc. I am most definitely willing to sacrifice one, but I have yet to decide since they are all quite fun to play on.

    EDIT: I now have a whole whitelisted account to work with just for events.

    What race / group do you think your events would best cater to? If none in particular, give an example of the type of group that your events would entertain.

    I think due to my experience playing so many races around the server, I wouldn't specifically cater to one group. I have to admit it would be difficult to me to bring as much knowledge and fun to the dwarves because they are the race I have yet to play. I believe with a bit of planning and reading up on lore, I could cater to all of the races and people on the server with entertaining events.

    What do you believe are key factors for a successful event?

    There are quite a lot of factors that could create a successful event, but I believe some of the main factors would be relation to the characters and captivation of the playerbase. In my opinion, I would want to relate everything to the characters participating. Developing your character always leads to better RP and entertainment and if the players that partake aren't having fun then what is the point of having events at all? I would try to do my best to make decisions for the characters to make which would lead to development and plenty of fun!

    When was the last time you saw a event?

    I see quite a few mini events on a weekly basis. The last time I saw an tiny event was a few days ago when a few little mushroom men began to run around Haelun'or. They created quite a bit of a ruckus and even brought in some other races which led to very interesting RP as a High Elf.

    What strengths could you contribute to the Event Team? Are you knowledgeable in lore or great at organizing?

    I think that if I were to join the event team I would work well with my creativity as should all the ET members, but I feel that I am quite the imaginative person. I feel that I am also quite the team player even though I may come off as a follower. Not to mention that I wouldn't mind getting something done. Therefore I would call myself a dedicated worker and have an insatiable satisfaction for progress. I would also consider myself quite familiar with the LOTC lore and server workings since I have been here a while.

     

    Why do you want to be part of the ET?

    It has been something I have been wanting to do for a while now. I see all the staff buzzing around LOTC and I wonder if I could ever fit in there. I figure if I am to fit in anywhere, it is with the creative side of the staff. Event Team has been a goal of mine for a while, but I never had the courage to try until now. It has been a few years since I applied and I always wished I could be a part of something bigger and better and help the playerbase. I believe on Event Team I can do just this by bringing more unique roleplay all across Athera and the maps to come.

    Create three distinct RP scenarios/events based on LOTC lore that you would organize.

    These are pitches to the Managers and Ouity, not to the community. Note: Not all of the group must be handled at once. Eg: 20+ people via 5 person increments in a dungeon.

     

    1-3 Players)

    The Riddles To Life

       A small group of adventures happens to be wandering down the stone road when they spot a little goblin seemingly in a panic. He quickly asks around until he can find someone willing to talk to him. Upon questioning, the goblin explains in stutters that he has been plagued with a severe curse. The only way to remove it is to concoct a very special potion and needs the help of some "really smart people" to help get him an ingredient for an antidote. He soon explains to the adventurers that the ingredient comes from a monster in a nearby cave.

       If the group chooses to go with the goblin, he will take them to an entrance. As they near the mouth of the cave, the gobo explains that the animal is harmless but getting there is too hard for him to do alone. The adventurers soon enter and are confronted with an empty room with nothing but a riddle inscribed on the wall next to a magical glyph. The players ponder the answer for a short time, with the gobo giving hints if it gets too hard. If answered incorrectly, small doors will open around the room, letting out small hordes of spiders or zombies for the players to defeat. If answered correctly, they move to the next room. There are three riddles in total before the players get to the final room.

       This room is almost completely pitch black except for a faint torch or two. In the center of the room, nestling on a large bed of hay is a humongous and golden tinted cow. The goblin instructs the players to stay back while he goes and milks the cow. The room is eerily quiet but as it seems, the goblin seems to be able to milk the creature with no trouble. That is, until he starts making his way back to the adventurers. 

      As he steps forward the room begins to rumble a stone or two fall down behind the goblin and he trots carefully towards the adventurers with his two precisely measured cups. He hands them to his party members and instructs them to make it out without spilling them. While the party rushes back through the riddle rooms, the cave seems to be collapsing in on itself, making it harder for them to escape especially with all the milk. If they are able to succeed with little spilling, the gobo meets them outside and they go back to his house

      Soon they arrive and wait a minute or two while the goblin prepares his potion. Much to the groups surprise he comes out with not a potion but a cake! He soon explains in a saddened manner that he wanted to make himself a really special birthday cake and he just wanted some people to spend time with and share his cake with. If the players are not mad at their new gobo friend they have a wonderful feast with some extra good cake and perhaps some prizes afterwards.

    5-10 Players)

     

    The Whispers In The Distance:

       Rumor around the town/ uzg is there have been whispers emanating from the desert. Almost pained cries have been heard like white noise almost 24/7. No one knows why or has dared to venture to find out yet. After the whispers are starting to be heard by a few players that decide to investigate, the sound will begin to entice them to follow the direction of the cries. The sound is soon tracked down to a large tree. I would allow the players to investigate their surroundings for some cleverly placed hints that this is their phase #1 battle.

       Soon an over-sized bird swoops down, taking a swipe at one of our heroes. Depending on how many players are at the event I will scale the power of the enemy. As our adventurers take the first few attacks at the bird, they will realize it seems too quick to take down without a plan. This is when they would need to think up their strategy. I will leave this part open ended with some solutions being found upon closer inspection. Some of these could be, the bird is afraid of fire as seen as it attempts to turn itself around as it passes a nearby torch, or the adventurers would notice ropes strewn about the ground around the tree with which they can wrap around the trees to catch the bird in a makeshift trap, or a personal favorite of mine, diplomacy and friendliness. The adventurers would try to calm the bird and after seeing this I would have the bird become injured and grounded to see if the players react in a hostile manner. If not, they will then succeed the battle.

       After succeeding the battle, whether it be by combat, trap, friendliness, and so on, the bird would suddenly become grounded and transform into a little girl. This little girl would explain to the players that their adventure is not over yet. The only reason she had become a bloodthirsty, oversized bird was because she was cursed by an demon-like man who kept her prisoner in a nearby cave. The players can then choose whether they have had enough or if they wish to continue on their quest.

       Their new companion could then lead them to the cave in which a great cackling echoes about the damp, dark walls. As the players begin their journey into the cave, a mysterious force will seemingly toy with them: blowing out their torch, causing winds, echoing sounds across the walls, or even causing a few minor illusions. Eventually the adventurers will find the heart of the cave in which there is a large chest. At the point when it is seen, the little girl will suddenly go silent and hide behind her new party. All of the tricks will stop as they enter the chest room, that is until they open it. As they do so, the cackling cacophony multiples its volume tenfold. A large man wearing a jester's outfit, twice the size of a human appears from the chest and battle #2 begins. Players will soon notice as the jester man flies around the room that his room is filled with burning urns, which he appears at every now and again, stopping for slight moments. As the players soon discover if not on their own then with the help of the girl, that as they break the urns, he stops for increasing amount of times before attacking again. After all the urns have been shattered, the jester will appear heaving on the ground in the center of the room. This is when the adventurers are able to execute their final boss who then seemingly reverts back into a chest. Inside they will find some prizes if I am allowed by the other ETs to do such.

    Super Event 20+)

    The Archive's Labyrinth:

       Great bells chime throughout the capital cities around Athera, inviting everyone to the library and home of the great scholar and wizard, Rameses Etherian. As his last wish he sent his scribes out to invite all the people of Athera to take part in a game of wit and willpower to see who the truly brave and intelligent men are. The question is, which race will make it to the end first? The participants are instructed into a tower with an elaborate underground labyrinth. Once inside they soon find many tricky puzzles that almost seem impossible. That is until one of them realizes that the only way to make it through the labyrinth is to work together. The labyrinth will feature team puzzles where communication is the most important skill and even the need for orcs to reach something high up or knock something down as well as halflings to crawl into small spaces to retrieve a key of sorts. Overall, I want the labyrinth to incorporate everyone there using something unique to them to help advance the group.

       Once the players begin to near the end they find themselves in one last maze throughout the labyrinth and it almost seems as if it is a race to reach the end, but as the front runners approach the last room they see {number of races participating} pedestals. It seems that each is engraved with a symbol of its race. Once each pedestal has been triggered by its appropriate race, the large door will open in front of them, revealing a nearly empty room with one man standing in the middle. It is the ghost of Rameses Etherian to explain the meaning of his game. He tells them about how they cooperated to succeed or else no one could have made it to the end. In the end he may distribute some small prizes or have hidden a few items throughout the labyrinth that way the players find some purpose to their venture. I plan for this to be completely wit and teamwork based with no combat involved.

     

     

    How long do you plan to stay in the ET?

    As long as I am able to I hope. I don't plan to leave any time soon.

    Tell me a joke

    I am no good at jokes so I am going to give you some puns.

    Novice pirates make terrible singers because they can't hit the high seas.

     

    Why couldn't the bicycle stand on its own? It was two tired.

     

    What do you do when chemists die? You Barium.

     

  5. Application

    Name:  Crona Lunas

    Reason for wanting to join: There is no more purpose in my bloodline. Your organization will change that. So I hope. 

     

    “Does thou agree to serve the master? ----. Does thou agree to honor thy brother, to uphold thou sister? ----.”

    You have my word as the last of my family.

    OOC (optional)

    Minecraft name:  valor777

    Skype:  jfobean

  6. The Fall of Invictus Has Finally Come

     

    Greyhames, Hannovers, The Maedric Order, Some Uruks, The Flags... Pounding... Pounding is all that is heard. Pounding and shouts. The fortified fortress beginning to crumble as the men of Baron Ulfric Greyhame and cohort crash through numerous gates. Cackling can be heard as the powerful Baron defeats his foes with an iron fist.

     

    Two men... Inside the walls with nothing but the scraps of their deserting commander Adoros's armor and two stone knives. The chests of Invictus barren of all the blades and armors used in previously fending off the Greyhame led onslaught. Alas the power was too much for just two men to handle. With siege trebuchets blasting down at fort Kythera. Aethos and his companion retreat the hidden tunnels of the Lunas Family. Ren and Aethos take to sliding down the ropes.

     

    Hidden in the tunnels, Ren bashes the stone wall with an "ARRGGGHHH." The arrow that earlier penetrated his side during his attempt at a peace talk was taking its toll. He hears the bangs, crashes, and booms overhead of men ravaging the once glorious fortress as well as men literally tearing apart the floors. 'How...?' Ren thought to himself. 'How did they pinpoint our exact location under the fort!?' He disregarded his question. There was no time for thinking. Only acting. Acting where the man before him had failed.

     

    Aethos Tyberian looked to Ren with rage in his eyes. "Damned soldiers. Twenty-Four of them I counted?" Aethos flinched and scowled up at the ceiling of the small tunnel as another crash was heard. "And of the Invictus it is you and I, Ren." Ren gave him a solemn nod, still not managing to snap out of his thinking. Aethos himself was guilty as well. Even with all the loud bangs and crashes, all he could do was think. 'Try... TRY! THERE HAS TO BE A SOLUTION!' He thought. His gaze drifted, down to his dagger... to Ren's... then meeting his companion's gaze.

     

    "DOWN HERE I KNOW! I KNOW BY THE POWER OF MAGIC!" One of Ulfric's men exclaimed. The two final standing men of Invictus look to each other. Fear in their eyes just for a moment. They could hear the floorboards above them being torn to shreds by the Uruks, blindly following the Baron. What could they do when a fate worse then death awaited?

     

    Ren looked to his companion The Spartan Aethos Tyberian. Torture? What kind of man would allow his companion and loyal friend fall victim to such fate as being tortured to death? He wouldn't allow it. It was a job of his to protect his comrades. He would say that it was to not let down his deserting commander, but no. It was more than that. He cared not for the commander. This... was about humanity and personal morals. Ren looked down to his side. The stone dagger seemingly calling to him.

     

    Aethos look to his companion Legatus Ren Takumi. No, this man deserved better than what fate was giving him. 'Ren was a loyal fighter and he sure as hell was crazy but I am not giving that Baron what he wants.' Aethos thought. This man had helped him and vise versa. Aethos was never one to leave behind his comrades. Now wasn't an exception. Again he glances to the crude dagger at his side. It beckoned him.

    Ren put his hand on his hilt.

    Aethos put his hand on his hilt.

    Their gazes met. Both filled with a mixture of hatred towards the Baron and pity for the other man.

     

    "Ren you crazy son of a *****. If they take one of us let it be me."

    "Like hell, Aethos. You know it is my job to ensure you guys are protected... and at times... euthanized."

    They both drew their blades, each holding both hands up as they squared off. It took both of them a second to realize this was no fight.

    Ren would do what he had to do.

    Aethos would do what he had to do.

    Both of the men lunge quickly aiming to beat their opponent. Beat them in order to save them.

    Their blades clashed for a moment. The ping of the blades against each other seemingly blocked out all other bangs and blasts. One looks into the other's eyes.

    Aethos thrusts his blade forth into his comrade's skull.

    Ren's thrust still forces it's way into Aethos's skull. 

    Both men close their eyes as they fall back.

    The last of the Invictus perishing.

     

    SCREENS

    Before the fall

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    The two defenders before the tunnel retreat

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    The end of Aethos and Ren

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    The daggers, Legatus and The Spartan

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  7. ((MC Name:))   valor777

     

    Name:  Alyn Aylanir

     

    Age:  16 Elven Years

     

    Gender:  Female

     

    Origins of your birth:  Born to two Mali'aheral in the previous Mali'aheral city in Athera.

     

    How long have you resided with the blessed Mali’aheral? Ever since my parents have brought me to the cihi at a young age.

     

    Why do you wish to become a citizen of our cihi? I wish to be with and learn more about the others of my bloodline. I feel that I do not know enough to be as pure as my fellow Mali'aheral brothers. In becoming a citizen I hope that I may learn to be a great Mali'aheral like the rest.

     

    How can you declare you are Mali'thill?  I believe my obvious appearance declares that I have two Mali'thill parents. At such a young age I do feel the need to learn more about my culture before I am declared fully pure.

     

    What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you?  I believe it means for all of our race to continue to flourish and strive to be the greatest and wisest we truly are. Also to continue to update and prosper knowledge-wise, learning everything in our power to become the best.

     

    What is your personal vision for our blessed race?  I wish for the Mali'aheral to continue to prosper and live without restriction or outside interference. I want the whole of our race to continue to rise above all of the other races that are below us.

     

    Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the mali’aheral? Example: professions and positions.   I loved to tend to my old garden as well as the fields of my parents. I am also looking forward to learning very much from my fellow Mali'aheral so I leave open much of my specialization to what the Mali'aheral need.

  8. I can pay at least 300. Maybe more depending on how rich I am when this is complete.

     

    Picture of MC Skin:   http://gyazo.com/ac385ce6840b9b323c1ec77bf6d23bd4

     

    Details: He has blue eyes and dirty blonde(nearly brown) hair. He is wearing a green coat along with some of the same colored trousers. He wears a very faded grey mask over his mouth to hide cuts along his face. I would like a sort of insane expression if possible.

  9. [size="5"]Character Name[/size]

    CRONA LUNAS

     

    Aliases:

    Ren Takumi

    Adio Lunas

     

    Nicknames:

    "The Lone Crow"
    Age:

    17 Years
    Gender:

    Male
    Race:

    Human
    Status:
    Still Kicking
    [size="3"]Description[/size]
    Height:

    5'7"
    Weight:

    110 Lbs. (50 Kg)
    Body Type:

    Lean and Compact
    Eyes:

    Dark Blue
    Hair:

    Dirty Blonde to Brown
    Skin:

    Slightly Tanned
    Markings/Tattoos:

    Hidden under his grey face mask are many scars around his mouth that he does not show people.
    Health:

    Physically fit. Mentally, not so much.
    Personality:

    Crona seems to have three different 'modes' or personalities, being Crona Lunas, Adio Lunas, or Ren Takumi. Crona is his dominant personality where he appears very sadistic and his mental insanity is very noticeable in a threatening way. Adio, is his hidden and recessive personality. When he is Adio, he is very polite and acts like a normal human. Adio also seems to be very charismatic and diplomatic. His final and sporadically appearing personality, Ren, is batshit crazy. Ren has no perception of consequence or danger. He tends to follow the orders of those around him or the will of his 'Master'. Master is the voice in Crona's head that was created when he developed schizophrenia at a young age. Master appears at random times no matter what 'mode' Crona is in. Crona tends to follow the will of Master above all else, even if it ends up as his downfall.
    Inventory:

    In his sleeve rests a small case carrying three throwing knives. "Digger", "Extra", and "Tertiary". They tend to be covered in puffer fish toxins that he is granted by a fisher friend of his. At his side is a parrying dagger that he uses if his knives don't suffice. He isn't the strong type to wield a spear or claymore effectively. He wields these mainly as slashing weapons with the occasional throw if need be.
    Further Details:
    He has a few quirks that allow you to tell it is him, even under a mask. Crona tends to click his teeth into each other when he is happy and succeeds. It stems from him laughing with a lot of jaw movement. When he is in his 'Ren' personality he tends to have large exaggerated movements. Stepping and dancing down roads and taking large sweeps with his knives.

     

    'Master' always 'hides his face' from Crona. As in, Crona doesn't know what Master looks like, but at times he does take the form of people Crona associates with. To have Master take someone's shape, Crona must greatly respect them and recognize them as a superior. When something like this happens, Crona tends to start almost worshipping the person in question. He will follow an order without question, or even allow himself to be hurt by the person, for he thinks it is 'for his own good'. It has only ever happened to two people in his short life.
    [size="3"]Life Style[/size]
    Alignment*:

    Chaotic Neutral or True Neutral depending on his mood.
    Deity*:

    'Master'
    Religion:

    Cronaism
    Alliance/Nation/Home

    Kythira Castle
    Job/Class:

    Mercenary and Assassin
    Title(s):

    Invictus Lieutenant

    Head of the Lunas Family
    Profession(s):

    Cutting Trees

    Cutting People
    Special Skill(s):

    Able to fail at anything with ease.
    Flaw(s):
    Able to fail at anything with ease.

    He is way too easily convinced to do what he is asked.

    He seemingly doesn't have morals at times.
    [size="3"]Magic*[/size]
    N/A

    [size="3"]Weaponry[/size]
    Fighting Style:

    Lunas Family Martial Arts
    Trained Weapon[s]:

    Bow

    Throwing Knives

    Daggers
    Favored Weapon:

    Throwing Knives
    Archery:
    Often uses a shortbow for attacking from range.


    [size="3"]Biography[/size]
    Parents

    Deceased
    Siblings

    Alitaus L.

    Lynn Los Lunas
    Children:

    N/A
    Extended Family:

    Edward Lunas

    Bublicus Lunas
    Pet(s):

    A crow that he has domesticated for messenger purposes.

    He also took a small sentient slime when he was hunting monsters which he keeps in his bag.

    A petrified Cockatrice Egg.


    [size="3"]History[/size]

    Terrible Toddler Times:
     
     

    When Crona was born he was hated
    by his parents. He never discovered why his parents had a child but, he
    knew they did not want one. He was kept in terrible conditions living
    in the closet of his parent's inn room. He was kept like a pet. He only
    saw his parents when he was fed their leftover meal   of a bit of bread
    and whatever ale was left. He never was let outside of the inn room.
    Crona spent his time listening to conversations and fights from the
    downstairs tavern. He learned all he could about what was outside his
    walls. He was extremely skinny from lack of food. As for drink, he had
    little more than strong ale. His parents would become annoyed whenever
    Crona asked them anything. Crona did not even know his parents name or
    his last name.
     
     
     
    Cruel Child Continuance:
     
       At the age of seven, Crona's
    parents couldn't feed an extra mouth. They couldn't even keep the inn
    room. Since his parents were out of money he was thrown to the streets.
    His parents left him alone in front of the tavern just sitting there. No
    goodbye or direction. Crona heard his stomach grumble when he sat in
    the road. Crona realized he needed to get food from someone. He was
    lucky enough to knwo some Common so he could speak. Stumbling around
    Crona would ask people for food. He had no luck until he saw some
    dwarves sitting on a bench. 
     
       "C-c-can I have food, p-please?" Crona said looking at the dwarves
    weakly. The dwarves began to laugh and whisper to one another.
     
       "We don't have any but, if ye go
    over there ye can ask some fellas in that building," a dwarf said
    pointing to the royal castle. Crona did the best of what he could to run
    over to the castle. After being pushed down twice and told to watch
    where he was going once he had made it. He walked carefully up to the
    gate as he saw a man walk out.
     
       "Can I have food?" Crona spoke. The man chuckled and pushed through Crona.
     
      "Find yer own food peasants,
    heheheh," The man replied. In Crona's memory peasant was an insult at
    the inn. Crona kicked the man in the leg out of rage. He was then chased
    into a crowd by the man's guards but, they had quickly lost sight of
    him. He continued begging for food as his years slipped away.
     
     
     
    Agonizing Adolescent Ages:
     
       Crona grew to the age of
    fourteen. He soon learned about books and writing. He wished to learn to
    read and write but he could not afford anything. It was not as easy
    begging for food now because he was no longer a child. He had searched
    the streets and trash bins for what he had eaten. One day Crona was
    promised food in return for a small amount of manual labor. Later he
    found out that the man was trying to sell him into slavery. Crona starts
    to lose all hope in humanity. After Crona was finding his daily meal of
    a carrot someone dropped he hears something coming from a nearby
    alleyway where he sometimes searches for food. He peaks around the
    corner of a building and sees two men. One begins to talk.
     
       "Please no sir, I need these mina to buy my food, I have a wife and children," He says.
     
       "I am tired of your resistance! I am
    done!" The other man says as he stabs the victim clear in the heart with
    a dagger. The man now notices Crona and motions for him to come closer.
    Crona hesitates and slowly moves towards the man.
     
       "Don't be scared I am Sektran who are you?" The man says as he smiles at Crona.
     
       "I-I am C-Crona," Crona replies hesitantly.
     
       "Crona don't tell anyone what you saw
    and I will help you okay?" Sektran says. They then continue to talk.
    Crona tells Sektran he wishes to learn to read and write and most
    importantly grow to be strong like Sektran. Sektran tells him to keep
    quite and gives him a bit of food a book to learn to read and a journal
    to write in. Crona learned to write soon after and saw Sektran around
    the city every once in a while. Crona had possessions now. A journal, a
    book, and hope. One day Crona saw Sektran being taken to a crowd by two
    armed Imperials. Then and there, Sektran was hanged by the empire for
    multiple counts of murder and robbery. Crona will never forget his last
    words.
     
      "CURSE YOU CRONA, YOUR THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE UP HERE!"
     
      After that Crona had finally learned how to write and he wrote one thing:
     
        I was given hope in this world of grey.
     
       But for my happiness the my one friend taken away.
     
     
     
     
     
    Petrifiying Present Pains:
     
       Crona now is in a world of sadness
    that he could not be brought out of. He looks for more ways to kill
    those who have good lives that they take for granted and the officials
    of the empire. He uses the much easier way of obtaining food, stealing.
    Other than gathering food all Crona does is sit around and cry. He is
    getting more and more consumed with killing and stealing and becoming
    powerful. He wishes to be the most powerful man so he can get whatever
    he wants like all the nobles he utterly despises. Crona is even
    beginning to kill for money and to please people that make his goal of
    more power easier. He hides his crimes as well as he can. Crona will
    continue going deeper and deeper into crime until his life is consumed

     

    by his thirst for power.

     

    Crona’s father was an alcoholic, argumentative, abusive criminal. He payed for his food and inn room as a highwayman. His father suffered from the mental illnesses: Bipolar I and Bipolar II. These were passed down to Crona and he developed them at a young age. Bipolar I causes a person to have times when they become extremely optimistic and would easily take risks. This will cause Crona to do dangerous things when he is having fun or is being praised during one of his Bipolar I episodes. Bipolar II causes a person to have times when they become extremely depressed, angry, or irritable. This will cause Crona to become extremely mad, depressed, or even flat out insane. During his Bipolar II manias he may do things like avoid his friends, go rob or kill someone to take out anger, even cut himself to see blood spill.

    Crona was a very untrusting person at first. He slowly begun to break his shyness for survival purposes and greed. He joined a slaving group, uneasy at first but, was soon accepted an given an apprenticeship to one of the leaders, The Brittle Man. Brittle begins to teach him the ways of being a successful criminal and gaining infamy throughout Anthos. Since Crona had joined the organization, many problems among the members have sprouted. Crona would look around and see the men of his group fight and draw each other’s blood. Much like the cannibalism, he soon found this to be typical and ignored it. He had decided to deal with these things for he finally had a home and people that would protect him. As the fights grew larger around him Crona began to once again feel uneasy. Some of the other members believed that it would be best to eliminate a controlling member. The lover of Brittle, Crona’s master. Crona went along with the plan until some of the people that were in on it ratted them out. He couldn’t believe that those he trusted once again betrayed him. He was enraged when he found out but, it was too late. He was captured by the others and endured much torture. The torture was what caused Crona to slip over the edge. Due to his depression and Bipolar I and II, he developed a severe case of Schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is a mental disorder that causes the victim to see, hear, feel, and smell things that are not actually there. Crona has one particular voice that he hears. This voice takes over different names depending on traumatic events in Crona’s life. At one point the voice in his head was called Alitaus, the man who claim to be his brother that tried to kill him. The generic name that he calls the voice is “Master.” After Crona has more experiences with the voice in his head, he will begin to have other senses triggered by his schizophrenia. His mental illness causes him to hear and eventually see things that can trick him into doing something by frightening him, angering him, or convincing him he will benefit from it. In Crona’s eyes the voice “Teaches him.” This is because he believes almost all the things his voice tells him. He is convinced because the voice is in his subconscious and it guides Crona to do what he would do if he freely had no morals. Crona’s emotions play a big roll in what his voice would say. For an example, after Crona was tortured and locked in a room here would be the interaction with he and his voice.
     
    Crona is thrown into the house as he drags himself into the corner so he can sit up. He pants loudly from the cauterized wounds. As he blinks in and out of consciousness he begins to hear something.
    “Wake up child. This is Brittle’s doing Crow. Get up Crow.”
    Crona attempts to drag himself to a sitting position almost ignoring the voice due to his pain. He grits his teeth as he moves.
    “Kill him Crow. He is corrupt. Alex showed you to kill the corrupt.”
    Crona thinks about Alex, the rebel he fought by. Alex had later killed himself. This flares up Crona’s anger even more as he gets to a knee and moves slowly towards the door. He taps the door open and for the next fifteen minutes he crawls up to a drunken Brittle’s room. Inside he hears Brittle and his lover arguing about alcohol. Crona then feels a large jolt in his side. Looking down he sees his throwing knife. With an expression of hatred, Crona removes the throwing knife from its sheath and taps the door. Luckily it is open and Crona stands up his legs wobbling. The rest is a blur in Crona’s mind. He was killed.
    This shows how Crona’s anger affected the voice and how he did not care what the voice did or said for his emotions had taken over. He didn’t doubt the voice was real or fake but, he knew what he wanted and the voice told it to him. As you notice the voice calls Crona “Crow.” This is an alias the Brittle man gave to Crona and is also what he is called by the members of the group. Ever since he had accepted the name, he looked at Crows as friends or brothers. The voice always refers to Crona as an actual crow. This is because Crona watches the simple and happy life of the birds in envy. Wishing slightly to be a crow. The voice takes his thoughts to extremes like this. Due to having the Bipolar Disorder Crona’s schizophrenia takes his emotions to extremes causing him to commit criminal actions during his Bipolar manias (episodes).
    As Crona begins to use the voice to amplify his thoughts and to his beliefs, give him advice to what he should do (like kill Brittle in the example above). Since Crona thinks that he learns and takes advice from the voice, he accepts the generic title of master although, it is more likely taking on the name of a person in Crona’s past such as Alitaus or Brittle. “Master” has begun giving Crona more and more advice from what Crona can see. The inner paranoia is leading the voice to tell Crona things such as that he should trust no one or that a certain person is corrupt and Crona should never listen to them. These things are causing Crona to believe the world is turning against him.
     
    [in Athera]
    With The Reagents of the Mask split up, Crona finds himself in denial. "The Reagents are just playing hide and seek." Corvo and Brittle, the old leaders, are just pranking him in his mind. He scowers Athera for the lost members, hoping to one day reunite them so things can go back to the way they were with his old master Brittle. He joins two new groups. The Ravens and The Invictus to give him purpose until he finds the Reagents. After finding one of the members, "Harbinger", his old friend tries to explain to him that the Reagents are gone and Crona's searches have been for nothing. Crona responds with extreme sadness, anger, and denial. Without the Reagents he is purposeless. Crona ran off and continues to search around Athera for the rest of his old group.

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  10. Cackling... Rapid laughter is heard. Insane laughter. A young man dances down the road as if on a stage. Torch in hand he grabs one of the letters and looks at it. Skimming it over as if paying no mind to the words Adio Lunas licks his lips seeing the name 'Winchester'. With that the letter goes up in flames, his duties carried out. A few slashes place in the wood where the letter previously was, C-R-O-W, it said. Adio then proceeds to dance down the road to find another one as ordered.

    "I'm Ca-Coming Wi-Winchester friendsssssss."
     

  11. ~Fliers are posted around Athera's main

    roads and taverns~

     

    Hello citizens of Athera, Ren Takumi seeks a fine stonemason to create for a me a table worthy of carving glyphs. I plan to pay you well, say a starting price of five-hundred minas. Do contact me with a note here ((reply)) or a bird ((in game message)) and I will get back to you at my earliest notice.

     

    ~Takumi

  12. Crona Lunas also known as Adio or Ren by the Winchesters, makes his preparations around the fortress. "The scum d-d-doesn't stand against! Ca-Crona! They will fall to the hand of Master and I! Prepare yourself scum..." A wicked smile cracks underneath the grey bandage tied around his mouth. His plans were ready to be put in motion, but who knew? Cackling is heard from his chamber... Trailing off as he goes about his day. 

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