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    The Felsen Post Seeks Creative Writers and/or Reporters

    in Vailor Roleplay Archive

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    Looking for Creative Writers and/or 
    Reporters of an Adventurous Nature.


    The Founding the the Felsen Post
    as of 24th of the Deep Cold, 1558
    requires Reporters and Writers to
    fill One Empty Position in the 
    Company.

    All Applicants require an
    Original Work
    done by themselves to showcase
    their Skills.
    All Applicants require the Ability
    and Personality to go out in
    the Field to gather Stories,
    Articles, and Other Such 
    Pieces of Interest.

    To Those willing to Apply,
    please contact
    Eloise Fletcher, Chief

    (BelleFoxx)
    or
    Sylas Myrrdin, Head Editor

    (TheMostGinger)
    by Bird, or preferrably
    by Letter or Note
    at Marin Lane 6.

     

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    The Clerical Order

    in Inactive Guilds

    Posted

    A bird flies in with a letter tied to its leg.

     

    Karin'ayla,

    My name is Nelvyr Audane, and I am very interested in joining this order. I had previously trained under a cleric in the past, but due to schedule conflicts, I was unable to learn the fundamentals of clerical magic. It is my wish to join this order and complete my training under your guidance. Please respond soon,

    Thank you, 

    Nelvyr Audane

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    Ker'nor Housing

    in Athera Roleplay Archive

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    Name/Mc Name: Nelvyr Audane

    Age: 244

    Gender: Female

    Race: mali'ker

    Are you moving in alone or with family? If so, how many? Just me for now

    Do you swear to abide by the laws of this hollow? Yes

    Skype(Optional): piepzie2011

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    [✔] [Accepted] [Elf] Bellefoxx

    in Implemented Applications

    Posted

    Out-Of-Character Information
    Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
     
     
    Minecraft Account Name:BelleFoxx
     
    How old are you?:17
     
    Time-Zone:Central Standard Time
     
    Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:yes
     
    What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:Years of rp experience with a small group of three, me including, where we would have roleplays on a personal minecraft server.
     
    How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:Friends (SirSmithers, Re_Addled, SyncOnari)
     
    Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:None
     
    Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
     
    Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yes but some sources contradicted others, so I talked to some loremasters and they cleared things up.
     
     
     
    Definitions
    In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
    Role-playing:Making a story with others, you playing as one of the characters. 
    Creating a character and living as them in an imagined world with others who have done the same.
    Meta-gaming:Using information you learned of OOC in your IC roleplay without your character having learned of it as well.
    Power-emoting:Doing things that are unrealistic or superhuman that no average person can do, and doing each action flawlessly. Knowing things that average people don't and being able to do an extraordinarily wide variety of skills.
     
     
     
    In-Character Information:
    Complete the following biography on your character:
     
    Full Name: Nelvyr Varathien
     
    Current Age:142
     
    Sub-race (if any):Dark Elf
     
    Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): 
        Nelvyr Varathien was born in Laurelin in a small canopy home. She grew up there just long enough to reach adulthood by human standards, and once she was fit to travel, her family took off, leaving her grandparents on her father's side behind to watch the family home. Their traveling group consisted of Nelvyr, her mother Ranaewin, her father Ellandrach, and her grandparents on her mother's side.
        The Varathiens never liked to stay in one place for too long as they were an adventurous, usually sticking around for fifteen to forty-five years before moving on. Her family has always loved to travel and see the sights of the world(s). When they first heard of the Undead attacks, her father wasn't too worried, trusting in the strength of others to keep the Undead at bay. We continued to travel, but still stayed away from the areas where they had been sighted, or places that have been attacked. 
        Two years later, when Nel was 20, the family was staying in a mining and vacation town called Ravenhold. It was a quaint town and Nelvyr liked it very much. Her father had gotten some news one morning and suddenly they were rushing to pack up. She had time to say goodbye to one of her friends, and told her to spread her farewell to the others.
        The went to the next town over for a few weeks, and during that time news was brought over that Ravenhold was attacked. Groups of elves left to go help what survivors they could. The Varathiens stayed behind to tend to those who were brought to the towns. Those weeks were a dark blur for Nelvyr. She tended to the wounded and tried to bring peace to those who couldn't make it. 
        The family left as soon as the worst was over, but with one more member added to the caravan. It was a High Elf, only 27, named Kael'Salai Als'Hanar whose parents were murdered in front of him. He had no one else to live with, no living relatives he knew of. Ranaewin refused to leave the poor soul behind, saying it was cruel to abandon a youngling in such time of need. 
        Nelvyr and Kael didn't quite see eye to eye but over the years a strong relationship developed. What she felt exactly, Nel didn't know. Kael wasn't part of her blood family but they basically grew up together. This has been a struggle in the back of her mind for years and she still has yet to define it.
        The caravan continued to travel the lands and Nel learned a few skills along the way, including household skills and basic first-aid. Her mother taught her how to craft and mend clothing, which Nelvyr used to earn a meager living. She traditionally learned hand-to-hand and swordplay and found she preferred to use a short sword or daggers. 
        None of these skills helped, however, when the caravan was raided by a large group of human bandits near the end of Asulon. Most of the family's valuables were stolen along with her favorite brooch. It happened again several other times, and since then Nelvyr has always felt bitter towards humans.
        As the worlds rose and fell, Nel grew older and wiser. She became a bit more solemn, but not overly so. She still liked to sneak off and explore on her own and give Kael a hard time. 
        Now, however, as the new world Anthos rises before then, ready to explore, Nel feels it is time for her to go her own way. At the age of 142, she finally splits off from her family. This is the biggest decision she has ever made, and she will finally be out on her own.... almost. As she was explaining to her family why she had to go, Kael stubbornly refused to leave her behind. He would stay with her and make sure to keep an eye on her.
        
     
    Ambitions for the Future:
        Nelvyr hopes to put down some real roots, something permanent. She wants to make lasting friends and relationships, and use her trade to earn a real living. She hopes to become a skilled tailor and to further her skills in the martial arts. Sometime in the future she hopes to find a lover and make a family of her own.
     
    Personality:
        Nelvyr has always been a happy and energetic elf, though recently she has matured a bit since her decision to start her own life. She is slightly paranoid due to a combination of bandit attacks and the White Rose. She's eager to make friends, nonetheless. Once you become a trusted friend of hers, she will faithful and loyal.
        
     
    Skills:
        Nelvyr has learned hand-to-hand and swordplay since a young age. Her mother taught her how to craft and mend clothing, along with household skills and basic first-aid. When fighting, Nelvyr prefers short swords or daggers over a long blade. While she is skilled in these things, if you are feeling a bit down, do not go to her for an inspiration speech. She is not a bard for a reason.
     
    Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
        Night-colored skin(blue-black) with small stardust speckles all over her skin. She has moss-green eyes and small, thin lips along with a petite nose, and the usual facial structure of a Dark Elf. She has silver-white hair that starkly contrasts with her skin-tone, worn short in the back and longer in the front with a long ponytail beginning at the base of her skull/head. You can normally find her wearing a dark green skirt with long silvery-grey silk strips hanging from her hips. She always wears her steel belt with lapis insets. Her shirt is a dark green fabric with silver thread lining the outside edges. She wears a simple silver circlet with three small lapis gems in cut into sideways diamonds. Nelvyr doesn't normally wear any other jewelry. Her sandals are a light grey tough material with many grass stains on the bottom and around her ankles.

     

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    Any other details you wish to share about your character:
        While Nel loves the critters to death, she is allergic to cats.
        She always tries her best to keep her promises
        She has a loose faith for the Aengul of the Moon, Velulaei
     
     
    Open-Response-Questions
    Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
    ____
     
    1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
     
    Answer:
        Nelvyr paused, standing on a slight incline in the shade of a tall oak and looked down upon the group in a small clearing below. She glared as she saw it was a group of high elves just past elven maturity harassing a young wood elf. She was so sick of how the High Elves has been treating every other race since Asulon. She ran into the clearing, eyes blazing, and shouted,"How dare you mock something so precious? Do you take the curse of Iblees so lightly? Leave the kid alone and go back to your prim little city!"
        The eldest sneered at me. "Got a problem, Darkie? You shouldn't stick your neck out too far or something might happen!"
        The one to his right, a slightly chubby elf with a blonde mop on his head let out a 
    bark of laughter. "HA! Someone might see to it that you're taught a little 
    respect for those better than you,"
        Nelvyr glared at them and started herding the trembling child away. As she got to the edge of the clearing her head snapped forward and she felt a fiery flash of pain. They had thrown a rock at her head. Nel resisted the urge to whip around and beat the little suckers. She had to get he child to safety first. She placed a protective hand on the child's small back and gently pushed him forward until they were far enough away to be safe.
        "Where do you live?" she asked.
        "Over by the farms," he replied in a quiet voice. Nel escorted him to his house to make sure those nasty 'kids' didn't harass him again. She would be back later with Kael'Salai to teach them some 'respect.' She smiled just thinking about it and headed out to find Kael.
     
    2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?
     
    Answer:
        Nelvyr knelt down beside the man, giving him a quick once over to see if he was injured. "Are you okay, sir?"
         "Ohhh, these old knees," the man sighed heavily as he struggled to his feet and sat down on a nearby stump,"they can't even hold out through a small walk anymore. One false step and I'm down."
    Nelvyr paused to look at him sympathetically, then started gathering up the spilled coins. 
         "You're not injured, are you?" She asked as she worked.
         "Oh just a few bumps and bruises. Nothing to be worried over. Thank you for the help, young lady," he chuckled, "Ah but who's to say you're not older than I will ever be?" 
        Nelvyr smiled and said nothing as she picked up the last of the coins. She gathered up the coins and dumped them back into the torn pouch, handing it back to the old man. 
         "Here are you coins," she replied, careful to keep her face neutral.
         "Thank you, lass" He held out a coin, "have a little something for taking the trouble to help an old geezer like me."
        Nel hesitated for a moment before taking the coin, then pocketed it and smiled at him kindly. He got up slowly, nodded at her, and shuffled along. She watched him walk until she couldn't see him anymore, then turned and headed off herself.
     
    3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
     
    Answer:
        Nelvyr walked over to the carriage, eyeing the wares on display. She saw pots, ores, torches in bundles, bread, books, and even a few chickens in cages. She moved closer to the books and sorted through them, scanning a few pages of each until she found one she liked.
        "I'll take this," she said, holding up the book.
        "That'll be 30 minas, ma'am," the trader said, "it's a fine book for a fine price."
        "The cover's worn and the corners are bent," She pointed out, "22 minas."
        "Ah, but you can't beat what's inside. 28 minas and it's yours."
        "The bindings are coming loose!" She protested.
    The trader throws up his hands "Fine, 25 minas. Low as I'm going. Take it or leave it."
        Nelvyr paused to think, wanting to haggle a bit lower but the trader clearly had no patience left. She nodded and gave him the minas requested. She patted the old book as she walked away, eager for the story inside.
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