OOC Application
Minecraft name: Akiriza
Skype ID (Required): galacticpotatoking
Time zone: PST, California, USA
Have you been banned sometime in the past 6 months?: No
What are your characters? Is one of them a ghost? If not, would you be willing to make one and possibly PK a character to do it?: Yes.
Yes, I just need assistance in altering my skins to make it 'ghostly'.
What sort of allegiances have any of your characters held in the past?:
The Druidic Order and the Elves of Haelun'or
What sort of role-play do you specialize in?: Peaceful
What do you believe are key factors for a successful spooky event?:
Lore, good role-playing (Players that know what they are doing), planning, possibly music.
What strengths could you contribute to the Court OOCly?:
I am an experienced builder, quite organized, and able to resolve things without need for staff.
Why do you want to be part of the Court?:
Error 404: Reason not found (Joshing). I believe it holds a unique form of role-play for me, and many new friends to make.
Create a distinct event you might do as part of the Court:
((I chose to do this instead, I can't think of anything else.))
Clearing his Home
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Rzahnch sits at the aged, rusted, and bent metal table, watching the place that he and his family once built slowly start to break away, the stone becoming chipped and weak after centuries of being abandoned. The room around him seemed to be empty, only aside from a large cabinet, a chest, an old bed frame, with no mattress, all made of metal, and all rusting.
He looked down to the sanguine coloured carpet, time passed, and the dust finally settled over the elegant rug, it's beautiful golden trim coated over in a layer of gray, just as his fair skin had, upon his passing.
The Elf remained silent, looking about the stone and iron filled underground ruin, the only thing having kept the place lit for such a period of time being an aged glass jar of glowstone dust.
Suddenly, the large steel and iron doors of the subterranean dwelling creaked, Rzahnch turning his head. Light peered from between the cracks of the opening door, an amount of dust flying in the air visible. Finally, with an audible grunt of effort, the heavy metal doors sway open, filling the place with light, Rzahnch fades to the shadows.
"Ugh, what in the Nether? What's with all of this damned dust?!" One voice said.
"What did you expect Aron? The place hasn't been opened in forever." Another said.
The two descended the stairs peering about the empty room.
"Take whatever looks valuable to you, that means metals, gems, tools, and Minas." The second said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill." Aron said.
They traverse the room, ravaging the storage rooms when one of them looks over to the table, noticing an old, brittle skeleton covered in dusty robes, this would seemingly be Rzahnch.
"Ew, that's gross... Is that who lived here last?" He said.
"Yeah, it probably is..." The other said, smacking the skull of the skeleton off with a swift flick of the wrist.
Rzahnch was outraged, watching these people invade his home, steal his possessions, and then defile his body, he slowly emerged from the floor before Aron, a look of pure hatred written on his ghostly face.
"Wha? Who the?!--"
It was too late though, the spirit faded into the man's body, drawing the dagger from his waste before throwing himself at the other robber. The dagger implanted itself into the shoulder of the looter, he screamed out in pain.
"AAGGH, ARON, WHAT THE NETHER?!"
There was no response though, instead, his yelling was replied to with a swift blade to his neck. The wannabe thief collapsed to the floor, grasping his own throat, nothing more audible but a shallow gurgling noise and his feet kicking against the stone flooring.
This was followed by Aron sprinting out of the door in terror, tripping over a stone and tumbling down into a nearby ravine, breaking his spine on impact with the hard stone.
Rzahnch stared in glory of the outside, wildlife having grown around his old home, shading over the sky he once saw into a mass of vines and leaves.
The steel and iron doors of the ruin closed and locked that day, but instead of the ghost staying at home, he wandered out, into the grove that his home now transformed into.
Tell us what you expect personally from the Court:
I am unsure to be honest.
Do you agree to adhere to Supremacy's lore pertaining to the estrangement of mortals, among all other lore pertaining to proper Spectral etiquette?: Yes
What position do you want to have: A Shadow, if not available, then Engraved.
((RP Application))
Your name and/or title: Rzahnch Nchazefk
Your allegiances in life: Nothing but my people, and my seeking of knowledge.
Do you agree to adhere by the Commandments of the Court, and to actively pursue and follow any future verdicts that the Court as an entity chooses to establish or abolish?: Indeed
Your age: 752 (In Death Time) 546 (In Living Age)
1298 in total.
Darkness meets your being in the dead of night, shadows surrounding all. A letter is sent to you, spirit.
We welcome you, Rzahnch
You are now apart of the court, and the court apart of you.
Welcome to the Court of Fallen Shadows.
((Accepted))
((For the Engraved court position, I'd like to see an example of your writing via skype))