Sifhalla

Full Name: Caleigh d'Avenese Place of Birth: Rivalia, an Adunian trade port. Date of Birth: Malin's Welcome Age: 22 Profession: Quack Date of Issue: Season of the Year 15== Date of Expiry: Season of the Year 15==(+4) Core Guild Enlistment: (Currently nulified) Valais entitlement Status: YES/NO Ownership of property within Salvus: (Currently, none is assumed - if so, leave blank)

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As her companion celebrates his newfound title as Ranger Captain, Sif overlooks the ongoing activity from a distance. Derrek looks content around the people and wonders if she is missed at all. Her presence is not needed there, nor does she want to create a burden to her beloved and most trusted partner. Sif realizes Derrek's responsibilities and the relationship they share which may impede on it. She looks away from the keep, past town walls, only instead of departing, spots an unfamiliar troupe heading towards Ildon. Sif, questions the motif of the rapidly moving shroud and fears for the worst...

Gemmy, is your coma an in-rp coma? I mean no disrespect, but I feel like this might be copycatting. Not that I have a problem with it. Just seems like MrGoldd has a problem with it, even though I had rp to back it.

((Not my fault Lion pushed me off a tower for claiming I shot at him. There was in game rp regarding that. This is also a build up to Sif's future with the Adunians and her desire to give Lion what he deserves if she wakes up. As far as wifi goes, some reason I'm being disconnected often so I'm hardly on. The people in Winterhall did all they could to keep my conscious, but my injuries were too great, especially falling two stories from a watchtower on my back.))

As the weeks digress, Sif struggles to recovery as she begins to lose the will to live. Her utter life, sapping away with each breath. The Immortals continue to talk to her unyielding spirit, lost to herself in the static of her unconsciousness.

Sif remains in a deep coma, whilst conversing with the spirits that comfort her to recovery (Prince Lion pushed her off a wall in Winterhall Keep, she has been comatose for over a month now) This is her recollection, OOCly: "I could recall the moment everyone was staring at me and I could feel it. I remember hearing the familiar voices talking about my every movement like it was a miracle. "LOOK! She moved her leg!" someone would say. "I wonder if she hears us?" someone else would ask. Then I heard Derrek, my comforter, reply, "Yes, she can hear you." And at that moment I breathed a sigh of heavy relief, because I knew as long as he was there I was safe and everything would be ok." *sits in a sacred garden of her own reality, plucking petals off a flower...one by one.* "He then took my hand and started talking to me. Derrek would talk to me for hours and never let go. I could feel his warmth and it made my heart smile deep inside, something I still had control of. Though many thoughts ran through my mind and emotions i didn't have the power to express, it becomes difficult to realize the possibility that Derrek may never see my eyes open again..." *stops plucking petals and everything fades to white, a soft angelic ambience enveloping her spirit, her soft sobs left to echo to no end*

MC Name: Sifhalla Duty you'd like to apply for: Natural Dungeons Concepts: Crevasses/cracks in the rock walls, eroding earth, unstable areas to walk on, unstable supports, poorly lit corridors, fall hazards, Other works: Do you have teamspeak?: I do not own a microphone, but can be on TeamSpeak when requested.

Minecraft account name: Sifhalla How old are you: 22 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Mountain Time Zone, USA Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I wouldnt necessarily say I have a good grip on it, but rather add that I have the expertise to properly roleplay in English. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Does Munchkins count as roleplay? Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I do. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My coworker Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? I have pasted this application on the forum page. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of creating a being, and filling its shoes with character, a purpose, and goals. The roleplayer is the person who's second identity, is the one which he/she created, breathing life into them and making it a part of the world surrounding them. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Metagaming is the act of using already acquired knowledge to act in character, what your character doesnt already know, before the scenario takes place. Metagaming is an out of character cheating act that makes it seem as if your character can predict what is coming ahead. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Poweremoting or Powergaming, is the act of creating an unfair advantage to the opposition, interacting with your own character. A powergamer may create the best scenario for his/her character, leaving the other person in shambles, unable to win or result in a draw. The powergamer always has the upperhand and does not give in to equality or being fair to others. In-Character Details Character Name: Sif Character Race: Human Character biography: Sif was born, Sifhalla of Adunia (Human Kingdom) on Itnan, 9th of Malins Welcome, Year 50. Abandoned in brush and prairie, she was brought up by the Monks of Wilven and sent out on a carriage to the county of Ildon, where she will grow to be the character described below: Sifhalla appears to have a semi-fair complexion and always seen to attract the eyes of the people wherever she goes. She always wears a green robe around her body, and a hood to match. Sif tends to be an outgoing girl who loves to impress people. Having a young heart, early to maturity, but glowing with passion, Sif could be an early icon to the world around her. Sif has grown into textbooks of fiction and nonfiction material at the young age of 6(56), indulging herself to wizards, magicians, and spells. She has grown fond of books without pictures and overcomplicated formulas, finding them to be fascinating, if not phenomenal. She passes time by tinkering and playing with mild explosives, She seldom wears armour and enjoys the bloodshed of her enemies. At the age of 10(60), she enrolled in the Mages Guild, but was turned down due to her lack of previous qualifications. Determined as she is, Sif embarks on a mission to acheive acceptance, and living the life she'd always wanted. What are your characters ambitions?: She wants to acheive acceptance into the Mages Guild to begin training as an Apprentice. Sif wants a family to grow up in, and to look back at all of her hard work. Denial into the Mages Guild would severely demoralize her, and the effect will show in Sifhalla. Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: She asks a lot of complex questions, even the higherups cant answer without looking it up in a textbook. Sif can see from far distances, but is tone deaf to her surroundings. This may be due to her constant interaction with explosives. Open-Response-Questions Sifhalla was in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large orc began to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk was fast asleep, and the situation looked like it would escalate into violence soon. Courageous to stand up to the bullying orc, she calmly asked if they took this matter in a less violent way, offering to reconcile for the situation that could have ended in catastrophe. Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, Sif came across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passerby. The shopkeeper was not a Human, he was a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. Sympathetic to the dwarf, she asked him of his current hardship and offered her appreciation to selling his product. She secretly slid an envelope containing a mina note of high value, into his logbook. The mina note does not mention who gave him the money, but only has this written below: "Good people, look out for each other, regardless of their hardships and needs." She smiled to the merchant and departed with an open heart. Whilst walking down the road to Arethor, leaving, Sifhalla stumbled upon an old man. His walking stick, looking dilapidated and brittle. She notices this as immediate as the stick that shattered below the man. As he fell, a bag of coins fall to the ground, and burst open. As she sees this, a group of kids watch and laugh, eyeing the golden prize laying scattered abroad the road. Sifhalla rushed to the man, over the money, which the kids have meandered over to collect. She aided him to his side, finding a place of refuge for them to settle. During his rest she goes to retrieve the money, the kids took. The money which was recovered, she doubled out of her generosity, and placed it firmly back in the old man's pocket. The next morning, Sifhalla and the old man, go to a local blacksmith, and buys him a staff no sword can break and chip.