DISCOLIQUID

They have reasons why. Don't act like people just make things up in RP. I know multiple characters who've gone long IC surgery to have a limb that moves.

((MC Name)): DiscoLiquid Name: Miran Tahutaeleh. Age: 53 Chapter: Elluman. How do you lay claim to the fact you are pure mali'aheral? I bear the qualities of a pure Aheral, and my line has remained pure for its duration. How long has one resided in Haelun’or? A short four years. Will you place the wellbeing of Haelun'or and the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya before any individual desires of your own? To ask this question is to believe the wellbeing of Haelun'or and the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya are not my individual desires. Nevertheless, yes, I shall place them as such.

((MC Name:)) DiscoLiquid Name: Miran Tahutaeleh. Age: 53 Gender: Male Origins of your birth: As years waned from Asulon into the lands after, I was born. How long have you resided with the blessed Mali’aheral?: My residence with these pure Aheral has lasted a brief four years, though I have made sure to keep myself highly educated upon our blessed culture. Why do you wish to become a citizen of our cihi?: I wish to hold permanent residence within the city, and join the esteemed ranks of Elsillumiran. How can you declare you are Mali'thill?: I have the common physical aspects of those who are pure; blond hair, a muted tone of blue for eyes, height, and long ears. My line, while short, is pure in quality - I bear no lesser blood. What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you?: Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya is a guiding light, a rule that permeates through confusion and chaos to pull my life into purity and order. Wisdom and Progress, indeed. What is your personal vision for our blessed race?: To become a bastion of truth, logic, and guidance to the other races and elves. We are half-way there. Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the mali’aheral? I wish to join the ranks of Elsillumir.

"A true shame I do not carry such weighty coinage. Should I come into fortune, I shall certainly return to purchase it. I may also return to have my distraught hair fixed. van'ayla, for now, Kharajyr." Miran gestures to his tattered and cut hair, a frown upon his face.

Miran enters the store, casting an impressed gaze over the wares. He offers a kind smile and a gesture to an outfit. "How much for this one?"

Astraeus looks upon the document, scanning it closely. His lips roll inward with excitement as he reads further downward. He strides quickly to his home, and upon reaching his destination, he slides into his chair. He moves maps of the stars to the side, and pulls a fresh roll of parchment. Astraeus flattens the parchment, and dips a pen into an inkwell of monstrous size, beginning to scribe. Astraeus takes a shaky, and excited inhale. He takes a well of thick, azure wax, and melts it atop a flickering candle flame. Upon sealing the letter, he presses a stamp of three intertwined stars, with an 'A' in the center. He places the letter into a silver envelope, and beckons for his courier to carry off his letter. His courier scuttles off, rather crab-like, as Astraeus smiles to himself. He nods a few times, speaking to himself in a happy voice. "In time, everything."

Astraeus sits patiently at a small desk within his home. He waits for his brother, Pallas, to depart from his home before he moves to pen a letter to Phaedrus. Astraeus presses a pen into the paper, and begins to write a note to the leader of elberu'cinhir. Dear Phaedrus, Anillir of Elberu'cinhir, I am Astraeus Acius, of the Acius family. My elder cousin, Phanes Acius, served this order at a much older time. I am one who has always moved to uphold and stand to the law to the letter, for law is the separation of man and beast. The descent into chaos is one I seek to avoid in its entirety, for myself, my family, my race. It is for these reasons that I am penning you this letter to cite my interest in your lawful and just guard force. In regards to your specific application, I shall move to answer all of the listed questions to the best of my ability. I am one hundred and twenty years of age during the penning of this letter. When you shall read or receive it, I do not know. I am indeed Mali'ame, as is the whole of the line of Acius. I am fully aware of the contents of the Second Concordat of Haelun'or, and I would not be penning a personal letter to you expressing this interest if I was an impure mali'aheral, or any mix of aheral-ame blood. Such would be a waste of both your time and mine. You ask of my skills in martial combat, and here I may indulge arrogance for a short time. I am a highly adept spearman, who trained under the watchful eye of Phanes Acius. My archery skills, however, leave something to be desired, as I have not trained duly in that field. As a swordsman, I am wholly average, though I must admit to never having armed myself with a falcata, nor a glaive. I do not hold a residence in Lin'ame at this time, for I am not aware of any houses that are available without cost. If one could be found, I would surely take up residence within Lin'ame. However, my true home shall always be at the Acium, with my family. Surely yourself, as an engaged man can understand the importance of familial ties. The Code of Elberu'cinhir is one I swear to uphold and abide by. I am a lawful man, and you can expect no failure in my ability to be an upstanding member of your ranks. I have read over the code exactly forty-four times, and I play to read it a forty-fifth at the end of this letter. I understand that my will and intent shall be tested during my path among your men, and I am prepared for any test of will, mentality, physicality, or law you give to me. Signed with Interest, Astraeus Acius. Astraeus leans back, and nods to his finished letter. He sets the letter to dry, and scans his eyes for the forty-fifth time over the law of Elberu'cinhir. As the letter dries, Astraeus sets a tan hand upon a well of blue wax, and melts it over candle-top. He folds the letter promptly, and seals it with an azure waxy stamp of three stars intertwined, an 'A' sitting in the space they create. He beckons to the courier outside, and offers the letter, and a hefty sum of fifty minas. With a singular nod, the courier scampers off, hoping to depart before Astraeus has realized he has over-payed. Astraeus settles back into his home, and cracks an amphora of fine wine, awaiting a response.

Astraeus Acius In time, everything. I am applying for the position of Astraeus Acius. I do not truly know what to put here, so I shall regard this as if it was a stock application. Minecraft Name : DiscoLiquid. Skype (You may PM this to us if you wish.) : I believe GreatSmirnovius already has this. Character you wish to play? : Astraeus Acius. Have you ever played a Wood Elf before? : No, sadly. Have you read our lore? : Of course. Why should you play one of the Acius family? : Well, I have been roleplaying for around three years. I consider my role-play to be thought out and enjoyable for all parties. I enjoy serious role-play, where OOC jokes do not constantly seep in and poison the immersion. What do you consider an OOC strength of yours? : I am always dedicated to provide the best RP experience for all parties involved. What do you consider an OOC weakness of yours? : When other players become acerbic or snarky OOC, I often become annoyed and pestered. Give us a paragraph of how you would play your Acius, should you be accepted. Astraeus looks down to the pool of water, slipping fingers into its surface. He smiles widely as he notices the splashing of the aquifer slowly wearing down the surface of the stone in the cave. He rises, and holds a torch up, illuminating the dark cavern. Astraeus steps forward, past the pool of water. He walks for what seems to be hours, his only guides being anticipation, and the low light of a torch. Astraeus feels himself nearing his goal. He extinguishes the torch, and searches for a light with his amber eyes. From a distance, a pale white light illuminates the innards of the cave. Astraeus, smiling widely, approaches it. From a large hole in the cavern, the light of the moon and stars pours both dancing illuminations and illustrious glimmers into the cave. Astraeus stares upwards, wordless. His jaw drops, and his lips curl into a joyous smile. He nods once, saying only a single line as he observes the astral beauty of the cosmos. "In time, everything."

::OOC:: MC Name: DiscoLiquid Did you ever have a character with magic?: Yes. Are you aware the rules of Magic: Yes Skype: (You can PM this to us if you wish) ::IC:: Name: Uh…. No name yet. Age: 60 Gender: Female Race: Elf What would you like to learn?: Everything! Which Class(es) are you enrolling for?: All of them?

Vallei'sul stood before the Elven mine, and all she needed now was a witness. Merit Pascal approached the scene, and she thought to herself, "He will do." She glanced down into the mine-shaft, narrowing her eyes at the thin space near the corner of the drop to the abyss. She beckoned Merit, and so he came. To him, she spoke seemingly depressed words. "The world hates me. The Mali soon shall hunt me." Whether or not her act was truly convincing, Vallei'sul could not know. She culminated her depressing words with the wish of suicide, to fling herself into the abyss. Merit made no attempts to stop her, and so she threw herself. Vallei'sul swung through the air, knowing that if she missed the small over-hang, her life would end. She landed upon the small out-crop of rock, the only protection from her and the fall beneath her. She hoped and prayed that Merit had bought her suicide, hoped that her memory from the Aheral would fade, and she could live in a life that was not hunted by Kalenz and his forces. She waited for many days, before climbing out of the mine, seeking to slip into the night, unnoticed by the Aheral. A note is given to the Aheral by bird. It is penned by by Vallei'sul, before her 'demise'. "Mali, I admit to my crimes. I have been a murderer, a thief, and a liar. I can no longer say I am an Aheral, and my time must end, along with the rest of the Orrariran. tayna'kae eth."

Vallei'sul hangs her head as she eyes the post. She carefully reads down the Parir'tir, and nods once in approval. She speaks quietly, "I hope justice will be found." Her eyes flick downward to the immediate request of liquidation, and she lets out a long chuckle, before pacing off.

"Kalenz Uradir."

Vallei'sul stares at the board with a blank look. She crisply speaks to herself, and any Mali listening. "Why was I stripped of my power?"

(( MC Account Name: )) DiscoLiquid Full name: Vallei'sul Uradir Gender: Female Age (In exact years): 55 Profession, if applicable: Okarir'tir. Origin of birth: The Uradir line. Thilln ito nae'leh? Thilln ito kae'leh. How can one proclaim his/herself as mali'thill? I have a pure mentality and a pure lineage. What does the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you? The progress of our race as the truest form of intellect, and the need to keep our blood-line pure as health. What is your idiosyncratic vision of the future of our blessed race? As we are now, but with all other races and lives cowering before our true superiority, so we may fully dedicate ourselves to our progress, as opposed to politics.

Vallei'sul steps away from her studies which have occupied her from the moment she had privately received such news. She straightens her clothes, and stands up. Vallei'sul looks up to Durion, and regards him with a mild-mannered reply. "I shall take the last name Uradir. Thank you, Brother."

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