Crayfishchris

I'm interested. Clone Wars era for the win. Jedi and bounty hunters and... and... clones... I'm such a nerd.

Minecraft Username: crayfishchris Characters Name: Yulnii Elibar'acal Gender: Female Age: 46 Anime, Chibi, or Character Design: Hrm... Anime If you can, A rough sketch or reference photo (Like of you character if you're not doing a Char. design) (Could you do it with the dress style in the third picture, please?)

(Not sure if I still have to post this in the ideas forum, if so I shall move it. However, it really isn't game-breaking, so yeah...) As you all know, when you press a tab key in minecraft, it shows the names of the people on the server. Here on LoTC, it shows Admins, GMs, and Event Team members. I'm proposing that we switch this around and make it Admins, GMs, and Media Team members. Why? It gets rid of players PM-ing ET for events, as that is what they most likely do (except for friends of ET, but we can't stop that). This'll change the mindset of the ET and get them more centralized on a single project, now that folks aren't coming to them every few minutes. Instead, we get people PM-ing the MT to come screenshot this, or film that. This way, we get more media out, instead of many folks sitting around uselessly. More Media = Happier server, and more new players. A smaller, less useful reason is because, even when there is a large event on the server, you don't normally see too many ET. However, you'll see more MT as they are filming and taking screenshots of everything. This notifies players more so than the amount of ET. Us GMs can have the highest amount of people (kidding) The idea just popped into my head. What do you guys think?

The ones in bold affected them the most, asterisk denotes the greatest influence. Kristian von Craw Yulnii Elibar'acal

Hey folks! I found this old recording from the older (not completely old, but newer old... er... you know what I mean) Harbingers were around. 'Twas quite fun, if I do say so myself! Watch as we Harbies kill folks in oc.tc servers! Well, when I say we, I really mean Kahzo. And Goldrim... and everyone but myself. :D Shoutout to Harbingers. Warning, does contain a tad bit of bad language. (*cough*Gaius*cough*) And my Optifine was buggy then, pay it no heed.

Crimea river.

Eleyas coughs. The other wood elf seems rather uppity and bored, regarding the clothing of the fellow mali'ame with distaste. "Miss... you start by wearing yellow! However, after that... you might want to head to a wood elven town. Lin'ame is just over by Tahn'siol. Straight down the road. Ask around for the Camoryns, they shall guide you."

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

The GM team has no comment.

I'm a bit scared.

I really think we should all just take a chill pill and try this out. This is quite a lot of over-reaction and over-speculation.

How many people just clicked 1 1 1 1 1 1 1? XD

This art. I must have this art. Names: Yulnii Elibar'acal and Galanthil Maehrindor Single character, or group? Group! Small or Large? I suppose large? I can pay for it. MC Skin/s (preferably a render): Details that would not be evident on the skin, like scars or jewelry: Yulnii wears a golden necklace. Pose (doing magic, smiling, frowning, flailing arms, etc.): A bit like above. The two would be next to each other, Yulnii smiling and waving to the camera, Galanthil with his eyebrow raised, wondering why in the world she is acting so silly. In Galanthil's hand would be a book, and in Yulnii's there would be magic (of the Fi'hiiran'tanya variety (which means mist)).

Yulnii Elibar'acal, a young mali'aheral, frowns when she hears of this. "The Owl outlasted the Eagle, it seems... I... I never..." the words come in random jerks, as she has a hard time processing this. "Rest in peace..." she lets a few tears fall down her cheeks, grieving for the newly married man. Across the Fringe, in the Keep of the Sentinels, Kristian von Craw has a very different reaction. Instead of tears, he simply stares forward, looking at the wall. An old uniform hangs off to the side, the white and blue of the Sylvadrim guard. "Well... didn't see that comin'. S'pose I should call this a victory, aye?" he says to himself, pulling an old morningstar off the wall, "The las' fightin' remant o' Malinor's gone. We win... So why do I feel like this?" "Ah, for Creator's sake, it should've been me t'kill ya, Eleron. Y'deserve that much. Political games, war... 'twas a battle 'tween the Lion, the Eagle, an' the Crawfish, wadn't it? An' the nation's we stood fer. It's a darn... darn shame. The worl' moves on an' the people we know go 'way." Resigning himself to that fact, Kristian walks over to a small book, a brown journal of no obvious value, labeled 'Those I Know'. Opening it up, it seems to span about twenty pages, the script small. Turning to the final page, he looks down at the bottom of the list, with the names in no particular order. A trend over all the pages seems to be that most of the names are crossed out, denoting something terrible. One last page is filled with a random sparkling of names, Eleron's at the bottom. With a single stroke, he crosses it out. Dvari Morg Guren Robard Quadlyn Ragnar Zaniil Miss Nienna Naeri Tundrak Family Eleron "I do 'ope that when y'died, y'ad no 'ate for me."

Veldryn Isttel wanders the roads of the Fringe, his ashy gray hair sweeping across his face. He had heard that there was war coming, and every warrior had to be ready. Everyone. And it was a simple thing to stay armed and armored, when the threat of battle loomed over everyone's heads. He passes Lindale, a small sigh escaping him. These people had given him food once, shelter. Now the town had become a machine of war, much as the nation and its people had in the last few weeks. He would help them, but... No. I have to survive. I promised to survive... and to stay in Lindale is suicide now. Looking over to the edge of the wall, he pauses. A girl, one of the mali'fenn nobility. She runs away, her things on her back and her eyes set forward. He calls out to her, a simple "Hello?" in the near pitch black of night. Whether she hears or not... remains to be seen. This world... it is full of wanderers. Orphans, criminals, Adunians, and now... the Snow Elves... This girl, she leaves on her own, away from those who love her. She'll be betrayed and hurt, left to die. She'll find out that it isn't really like her perfect little town in the real world. He calls out again, and slumps against the ever-growing wall of Lindale, awaiting a response from the girl, one that would probably never come. "Don't wander this world alone..." he sighs, as he sits down for another solitary night.

Pineapples or Pears? Yogurt or Cheese? Square root of 578943, go.

I put up my ballot for Sanctum 2 (2x copies) and Super Hexagon. Thanks for doing this, lol :)

1v1 Mc Name: crayfishchris Rp Name: Kristian von Craw 2v2 Mc Name: crayfishchris Rp Name: Yulnii Elibar'acal Partner's Mc Name: magicpastry Partner's Rp Name: Griffin Whitewolf

Can we create our own faction?

Hey, why not? I'd be interested.