Sybbyl0127

Shoot, why not. Count me in ^_^     *readies the drawing tablet*

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Sybbyl0127

How old are you?: I am 19 : ) ,  20 in January 

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Indeedly do! [That's a yes]

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): I believe I did once, in the past. However it was a  very long time ago, and unfortunately I can't seem to locate the previous application.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Indeed I have, and yes I do.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: 

• Using roleplay to get into areas that are not accessible via Minecraft mechanics  

  That by far is my favorite, you don't see that rule in particular very often, as a set rule. It makes me happy to see that.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): nupe

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Via a friend that plays here, I figured I'd check it out

Definitions

Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person!

What is roleplaying?: Doing it, one thing, explaining it? Another xD  Basically, Roleplay is acting out the role of a character designated by some form of previous creation, be it your own, or maybe it was set beforehand. Either way, you are essentially typing out the actions and reactions of this character, playing out their life.

What is metagaming?: Metagaming, is when a player uses information not originally obtainable by In Character means to benefit their character in roleplay. Aka, taking OOC information into RP, when in all actuality their character did not have access to said information.

What is powergaming?: In accordance to roleplay, powergaming basically is when a player is unrealisticly performing actions that restrict another play's reactions, or in some cases avoiding environmental effects to escape character harm. Aka, emoting too fast for someone to reply, or waltzing through a plague ridden village without contracting the disease when without proper precautions. 

   Not to be confused with Godmodding! Which is when a player roleplays that their character is illegitamately stronger or immune to effects that would harm them under realistic circumstances. Aka, blocking a sword strike with their metal arm guards, even though they didn't have time to block, or perhaps their hands were tied, and they broke the ropes in time to block without having known ahead of time the strike was coming.

In-Character Information

Bit of a disclaimer before you read my profile. This character is very "edgy" but please do not let this reflect what you may think of me as a roleplayer, I am indeed an experienced roleplayer, not in opinion but in the amount of time I have been roleplaying. I enjoy playing characters like this one, as she is unique, but upon first glance she will indeed resemble that of a "Orphan Ninja Assassin"  which she is most definately, not. 

Doctor Black is completely sane, has a heart of gold, and wouldn't hurt a fly, her appearance, is simply very, very creepy. However there is an /abundance/ of actual in character justification in her background, as to why she dresses the way she does, but it is -far- too long to post at this time. I will write a basic run down, I just wanted to be sure you did not read it incorrectly, or assume from skimming over she is a typical "edgy".  Thank you ^_^

Character’s name: Doctor Black

Character’s gender: Female

Character’s race: High Elven

Character’s age: Roughly early-late 200-250's

Biography  (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.):

The beginning of her life.

This tale. Is not a happy tale to be heard. It is a story, of a once young woman'™s life, the life before the woman you now know her as. A tragedy, a tale of imprisonment. Of sorrow. Of despair.

 

On a small unknown island, in the lands of Aegis, . Many many years ago.

A dark night, fair moments before the summer sun would soon rise above the slim line of the horizon, within a small modest home nestled in the comfort of a Dark Oak clearing, a mother, brought life into this cruel world.

She labored, and she worked, her human midwife frantically helping her through her pain, but the father naught to be seen. The child was born, as the sun began to peak over the horizon, it's light, slowly crawling in through the near window, unto the scene filled with an air of splendor.

The mother held the baby girl in her arms, smiling down at the angel face, looking into those beautiful, emerald green eyes which slowly opened. She spoke one word, and only this.

'Dorothy'¦' She said, her voice but a whisper, she was fading, and she knew it well. The midwife could not stop the inevitable fate, encroaching on this happy scene, but only watch and wait, taking the newborn child from it's mother as her strength began to fail her.

What life would this child lead now, with no mother, and no father to claim her?

None but the peasant midwife, now without home, nor a single silver piece to her name.


Oh, but a life would be lived. The child, blessed, and cursed, with a future that would haunt her for years to come.

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In a peasant human village nearby upon this island, so lonely midst the other lost masses of land,

 

These people lived lives without many sightings of the Elves, unsure of this youngling brought to them.

The child grew older, raised within the village, she did not fit well with the others.

Her clean, ivory skin, did not fit in with the tanned and dirty strangers which she made home with.

Her bright, shining emerald eyes did not blend with their browns and hazels.

Her midnight black hair, stood out from the browns and reds and blondes of the others who ignored her.

Yes, Dorothy was blessed with a beauty, unknown to these people in their lowly village. She looked more like an arrogant royal, even in the rags the child could barely afford, they did not accept her.

They oft told tales that she is the bastard child of the king,

after he wrongfully bed one of his castle maids, and sent her out into the world to keep her mouth shut. This was wrong, however, for the King had blonde hair and blue eyes, and sharp, accented features.


She left the home of the humans caring for her long before most children would. Going to live in town and work in the nearest tavern, serving mead and food to the men, a sullen look on her face as they made snide humor and perverse comments, but she ignored their attentions. Simply making a living. The tavern owner let her work because she brought attention to the otherwise rarely occupied place, at least for a time.


One fateful day. Midst winter, when everyone else was indoors, warming by their fires, years after Dorothy had left the care of the elders. A young woman of 20, the royals who ruled over the kingdom made their march through the streets.

Dorothy was outside working, sweeping the stables, chilling in her simple cloth dress and scarf, with thin gloves that merely put off the blisters for a short time.

The many horses came prancing down the cobble roads, the sound of their hoof falls, echoing against the towns wooden buildings. She stepped out to see the showing of power, holding the broom in one hand as they slowly came nearer to the tavern.

She was the only villager in the streets, the only one who cared enough to see their king and his son ride through their streets. The king paused his entourage to look down at this respectful peasant, but he was greeted with nothing but her foreign beauty, accented with a sheepish, but curious expression, she keeping her chin down a tad in his presence.

 

His guards were dumbfounded. as the king slid off his white steed, and looked to the quiet Dorothy, who quickly fumbled, and bowed lightly in respectful greeting.

'M-My king- er. I .' She stammered, blushing deeply.

He saw this, and smiled, reaching to place a finger under her chin, and bring her gaze back up to look at him.

Her blushing deepened, as she looked into his cold blue eyes.

That was all he needed, he released her chin and grinned with a laugh,

'Men!' He shouted, startling Dorothy, 'I have found my queen!' He chuckled, making a gesture to one of his guards in steel plate.

Dorothy raised her brow, unsure of what was happening, and took a slight step back, but the guard slid off his horse, just as the King re-mounted his, and stepped over to Dorothy, placing his hands at her sides, and easily lifting her up, and sitting her in front of the King onto his horse.

The king snapped his horse's reigns, steering it forward. and riding off, with a frightened and confused Dorothy, cleaning to the saddle with a white knuckle grip.


The broom lay on the cobble streets.

Not a soul noticed the woman's disappearance.


Dorothy was taken to the kingdom'™s capital, where they gave her room, near the King'™s quarters. She was treated like a princess, but she felt like a prisoner. The King had her come with him to his meetings, on his walks, wherever he went, she was made to follow so he could show off his soon to be queen.

Her beauty stunned his friends and acquaintances, but she never spoke a word to any.

Not a sound escaped her lips, when the king slapped a gloved hand across her face, and scolded her for not appreciating his gifts, for refusing his proposal.

She spoke no word, even after a year had passed, and the King had begun to lose his patience with the girl.

She still did not speak, when two years had passed, and he had her escorted to the dungeons, and put into the Iron Mask, so no man but he could see her beautiful face, less she accept his proposal.

But she did not sway from her decision.

For what seemed like a decade, she lived in darkness, she rarely ate, and the only sight she was granted, was the King'™s angry face when he came to ask her again, and again, and again.

As the months passed by, she began to accept her fate. She began to believe her beauty, was a horrible curse placed upon her by the gods, as some punishment passed down from her mother'™s horrid deeds.

She began to take comfort in the mask. In the iron shackles on her wrists, and her ankles. They kept her from being further abused for her curse.

Whilst she sat alone in darkness, a cold air sweeping over her slowly, infecting her mind. The guards began to show their hearts, for the sight of her angel face when they remove her iron mask to give her food, was slowly breaking their hearts.

They gathered together, after a year of her imprisonment in the dungeons, and created a plan.

They organised together, and helped her escape in the dark of the night. They sent her with a castle monk, and a black horse, to ride into neighboring cities until they were far enough away, and they took the blame for the young woman.


Dorothy, now only 23, with no idea what the world was like outside the torture of her childhood, and her imprisonment within the castle walls. Was taken by the monk, to the church, far out of the king'™s reach.

When they arrived. She agreed to stay, to learn from these people, but on a single condition. And the monk agreed.

She took the iron mask to a blacksmith. and he fashioned a mask from the from portion, fitting holes for her eyes, and hammering it to better shape around her face.

She visited a tailor, and had them fashion a cloak from her favorite colors, of green and black. From that day forward, she did not speak her name to anyone, she did not show her face, nor a single portion of her ivory skin. She became an imageless scholar, and nothing more.

The monks of the cathedral taught her many things. They taught her of the gods, they taught her of reading and writing, and they taught her the joys of medicine.

This was where her life would soon begin.

She became nothing but the knowledge, pushing away the memories of her castle dungeon that tortured her so, of the cruel king, of her tarnished childhood. She became a husk, she trained herself to hide her identity to all, to live for nothing but the pursuit of knowledge.


It was not enough for her. She found herself, wanting less and less to be around these people who knew her, who had seen her face, who treated her as if she were fragile and precious.

After seven years of her apprenticeship under the towns physician. She only knew what any would, but it was enough.

She took with her only what she needed, and she left the city on foot.

She traveled, village to village, through forests and kingdoms alike, becoming the nameless vision she so desperately believed she needed.

 

But as the war with the undead rose, she was forced into society for some time. She did what she could to aid the brave warriors that fought against the waves of undead, working with what small amount of medical knowledge she had to try and keep them alive. But as they were devastated she spent more time helping get rid of the bodies than she did helping heal the living.

 

As the world was ending for Aegis, she went with the many who traveled from there to the Verge. She did what she could as they sailed, until they reached the lands of Sanctuary. From there she became disconnected once more. Fading into the background as the citizens continued their work and building their civilizations.

 

When the spire was attacked, she reappeared once more, unable to escape her pull and need to aid when there were those in danger. She went with them on the ships which sailed towards Dawns light, helping the sailors keep disease and sickness at bay on the ships and taking care of the younglings best she could.

 

Upon finding Anthos, initially. She stayed with those who were her people. But the constant wars and fighting drove her away from them, and again she faded into the background, watching with an unpleased gaze in the distance, helping the innocent and staying far from the transgressors.

 

As the war with the mighty dragon was ended, and Anthos flooded. They moved on, all this time she stayed in the background, she traveled in silence, following only to survive, only to live and aid the innocent. 

 

All this time none knew her name, none knew her face. Not a soul knew her true identity or the story behind her morbid mask. 

 

Many a rumor had spread about Doctor Black, as they had come to call her. That she was cursed with some disease she couldn't spread, that made her hideous, and she let them speak what they wished of her.

 

When new lands were discovered and civilizations were rebuilt, she once again departed towards her savory solitude. Leaving society behind as she chose the nearing forests in comparison to the cluttered cities.

 

But now she resurfaces, old as the ages, yet still young with elven youth, she comes to satiate her curiosity, to see if the societies have changed in their ways of violence and war.

 

But what will she find?

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As far as her travels go, I'll post a neat little pic of where I believe she would have traveled in her time in Athera

Personality Traits: A heart worth it's weight in gold, Doctor Black sees only the good in people. A being of true neutrality, she would help any man, woman or child that needed her aid. She tries her best to do what she can for those who come across her, though usually it is they trying to help her. She takes nothing from anyone, judges no one, and treats all the same no matter their background or race.

Though many would view her as obsessive, in all actuality, she simply loves what she does. She strives to learn all she can, if it is new to her, she will study it, no matter the subject. Though she enjoys focusing on that of medical knowledge and qualities, or perhaps even herbal, she enjoys learning all other subjects as well. 

Her favorite place to spend time, would most likely be an empty library, where she can simply sit and read for the majority of the day. Content to stay calm and collected with no worries about the people outside.

Ambitions:

To master the skills of a Doctor, she would lean more towards the physical aspect, including surgery and specializing in physical injury treatments. She has found it difficult to deal with sickness.

Strengths/Talents:

She is a fast learner, able to memorize things quickly, but even then. Her determination overpowers many things, even if she has memorized something, she will continue to repeat it, until it becomes second nature.  If she believes that her skills in one small area are not as well developed as another, she will continue to work on it until she believes it is developed enough, if not more. She is stubborn, and tends not to give up once she has set her mind upon something.

She's talented when it comes to medicine, in a sense. Though her knowledge on the subject is a tad average, she seems to do well in those environments, as if it were her place. While one doctor may become stressed under overloaded situations, like a war camp medical tent when soldiers are coming in left and right, she is able to stay completely calm, and focus on the many tasks at hand, instead of the one.

Weaknesses/Inabilities:

She has quite a few weaknesses, in a sense as well. She is germaphobic, which generally creates quite a few obstacles for her. She will always wear gloves, though blood and gore seem not to bother her while she is working, once it is over, believe you me, that place and herself, will be -spotless-.

She tends to overorganize, and if one were attempting to say attack her, it would be more effective to throw some form of dirt, mud or otherwise unclean material upon her, as that in fact is just about the only thing that unnerves her.  Basically, a fear of germs that can be very hindering, as a weakness.

Being completely put off by violence, though she indeed would make a could candidate for combat given her knowledge base on the body, she is absolutely against violence.  In a situation where someone is being attacked, and she could help, she will not risk it. She knows it is better for a stranger of less use than she to die, when she can continue and do more for others as a doctor. Now, should a life magician be in danger, or really any who could be or -more- use than she, and she knows it, she will do what she can in attempt to save them. She believes in efficiency in live, and karma.

- She can't swim

- She fears gaining friendship, as she knows eventually, it will end in loss.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight):

Cloaked

Uncloaked

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):

That is my main skin that I will be using in the beginning. However there are other skins of mine that pertain to this character in particular that I might also use, depending on development and situation changes.

For clarification, in all the skins where the face is black, I actually Roleplay out the character first putting on the iron mask, then slipping a Black Veil over said iron mask, and then pulling on her hood carefully over that.

More Miscellaneous art for Doctor Black:

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Sybbyl0127

How old are you?: I am 19 : ) ,  20 in January 

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Indeedly do! [That's a yes]

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): I believe I did once, in the past. However it was a  very long time ago, and unfortunately I can't seem to locate the previous application.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Indeed I have, and yes I do.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: 

• Using roleplay to get into areas that are not accessible via Minecraft mechanics  

  That by far is my favorite, you don't see that rule in particular very often, as a set rule. It makes me happy to see that.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): nupe

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Via a friend that plays here, I figured I'd check it out

Definitions

Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person!

What is roleplaying?: Doing it, one thing, explaining it? Another xD  Basically, Roleplay is acting out the role of a character designated by some form of previous creation, be it your own, or maybe it was set beforehand. Either way, you are essentially typing out the actions and reactions of this character, playing out their life.

What is metagaming?: Metagaming, is when a player uses information not originally obtainable by In Character means to benefit their character in roleplay. Aka, taking OOC information into RP, when in all actuality their character did not have access to said information.

What is powergaming?: In accordance to roleplay, powergaming basically is when a player is unrealisticly performing actions that restrict another play's reactions, or in some cases avoiding environmental effects to escape character harm. Aka, emoting too fast for someone to reply, or waltzing through a plague ridden village without contracting the disease when without proper precautions. 

   Not to be confused with Godmodding! Which is when a player roleplays that their character is illegitamately stronger or immune to effects that would harm them under realistic circumstances. Aka, blocking a sword strike with their metal arm guards, even though they didn't have time to block, or perhaps their hands were tied, and they broke the ropes in time to block without having known ahead of time the strike was coming.

In-Character Information

Bit of a disclaimer before you read my profile.. This character is very "edgy" but please do not let this reflect what you may think of me as a roleplayer, I am indeed an experienced roleplayer, not in opinion but in the amount of time I have been roleplaying. I enjoy playing characters like this one, as she is unique, but upon first glance she will indeed resemble that of a "Orphan Ninja Assassin"  which she is most definately, not. 

Doctor Black is completely sane, has a heart of gold, and wouldn't hurt a fly, her appearance, is simply very.. very creepy. However there is an /abundance/ of actual in character justification in her background, as to why she dresses the way she does, but it is -far- too long to post at this time. I will write a basic run down, I just wanted to be sure you did not read it incorrectly, or assume from skimming over she is a typical "edgy".  Thank you ^_^

Character’s name: Doctor Black

Character’s gender: Female

Character’s race: High Elven

Character’s age: 71

Biography  (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.):

This tale.. Is not a happy tale to be heard. It is a story, of a once young woman'™s life, the life before the woman you now know her as.. A tragedy, a tale of imprisonment.. Of sorrow.. Of despair.

 

On a small unknown island, off the coasts of the Forests of Adrallan.. 

A dark night, fair moments before the summer sun would soon rise above the slim line of the horizon, within a small modest home nestled in the comfort of a Dark Oak clearing, a mother, brought life into this cruel world..

She labored, and she worked, her midwife frantically helping her through her pain, but the father naught to be seen. The child was born, as the sun began to peak over the horizon, it's light, slowly crawling in through the near window, unto the scene filled with an air of splendor.

The mother held the baby girl in her arms, smiling down at the angel face, looking into those beautiful, emerald green eyes which slowly opened. She spoke one word, and only this..

'Dorothy'¦' She said, her voice but a whisper, she was fading, and she knew it well. The midwife could not stop the inevitable fate, encroaching on this happy scene, but only watch and wait, taking the newborn child from it'™s mother as her strength began to fail her..

What life would this child lead now, with no mother, and no father to claim her?

None but the peasant midwife, now without home, nor a single silver piece to her name.


Oh, but a life would be lived.. The child, blessed, and cursed, with a future that would haunt her for years to come.

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In a peasant village nearby upon this island, so lonely midst the other lost masses of land,

The child grew older, raised within the village, she did not fit well with the other elves.

Her clean, ivory skin, did not fit in with the tanned and dirty strangers which she made home with.

Her bright, shining emerald eyes did not blend with their browns and hazels..

Her midnight black hair, stood out from the browns and reds and blondes of the others who ignored her.

Yes, Dorothy was blessed with a beauty, unknown to these people in their lowly village. She looked more like an arrogant royal, even in the rags the child could barely afford, they did not accept her.

They oft told tales that she is the bastard child of the king,

after he wrongfully bed one of his castle maids, and sent her out into the world to keep her mouth shut. This was wrong, however, for the King had blonde hair and blue eyes, and sharp, accented features.


She left the home of the elves caring for her long before most children would.. Going to live in town and work in the nearest tavern, serving mead and food to the men, a sullen look on her face as they made snide humor and perverse comments, but she ignored their attentions.. Simply making a living.


One fateful day.. Midst winter, when everyone else was indoors, warming by their fires, years after Dorothy had left the care of the elder elves.. A young child of 15, the royals who ruled over the kingdom made their march through the streets.

Dorothy was outside working, sweeping the stables, chilling in her simple cloth dress and scarf, with thin gloves that merely put off the blisters for a short time.

The many horses came prancing down the cobble roads, the sound of their hoof falls, echoing against the towns wooden buildings. She stepped out to see the showing of power, holding the broom in one hand as they slowly came nearer to the tavern.

She was the only villager in the streets, the only one who cared enough to see their king and his son ride through their streets. The king paused his entourage to look down at this respectful peasant, but he was greeted with nothing but her flawless beauty, accented with a sheepish, but curious expression, she keeping her chin down a tad in his presence..

 

His guards were dumbfounded.. as the king slid off his white steed, and looked to the young Dorothy, who quickly fumbled, and bowed lightly in respectful greeteing.

'M-My king- er.. I ..' She stammered, blushing deeply.

He saw this, and smiled, reaching to place a finger under her chin, and bring her gaze back up to look at him.

Her blushing deepened, as she looked into his cold blue eyes..

That was all he needed, he released her chin and grinned with a laugh,

'Men!' He shouted, startling Dorothy, 'I have found my queen!' He chuckled, making a gesture to one of his guards in steel plate.

Dorothy raised her brow, unsure of what was happening, and took a slight step back, but the guard slid off his horse, just as the King re-mounted his, and stepped over to Dorothy, placing his hands at her sides, and easily lifting her up, and sitting her in front of the King onto his horse.

The king snapped his horse'™s reigns, steering it forward.. and riding off, with a frightened and confused Dorothy, cleaning to the saddle with a white knuckle grip..


The broom lay on the cobble streets..

Not a soul noticed the girl's disappearance..


Dorothy was taken to the kingdom'™s capital, where they gave her room, near the King'™s quarters. She was treated like a princess, but she felt like a prisoner.. The King had her come with him to his meetings, on his walks, wherever he went, she was made to follow so he could show off his soon to be queen.

Her beauty stunned his friends and acquaintances, but she never spoke a word to any.

Not a sound escaped her lips, when the king slapped a gloved hand across her face, and scolded her for not appreciating his gifts, for refusing his proposal.

She spoke no word, even after a year had passed, and the King had begun to lose his patience with the girl.

She still did not speak, when two years had passed, and he had her escorted to the dungeons, and put into the Iron Mask, so no man but he could see her beautiful face, less she accept his proposal.

But she did not sway from her decision..

For what seemed like a decade, she lived in darkness, she rarely ate, and the only sight she was granted, was the King'™s angry face when he came to ask her again, and again, and again..

As the months passed by, she began to accept her fate. She began to believe her beauty, was a horrible curse placed upon her by the gods, as some punishment passed down from her mother'™s horrid deeds.

She began to take comfort in the mask.. In the iron shackles on her wrists, and her ankles.. They kept her from being further abused for her curse..

Whilst she sat alone in darkness, a cold air sweeping over her slowly, infecting her mind.. The guards began to show their hearts, for the sight of her angel face when they remove her iron mask to give her food, was slowly breaking their hearts..

They gathered together, after a year of her imprisonment in the dungeons, and created a plan.

They organised together, and helped her escape in the dark of the night. They sent her with a castle monk, and a black horse, to ride into neighboring cities until they were far enough away, and they took the blame for the young woman..


Dorothy, now only 18, with no idea what the world was like outside the torture of her childhood, and her imprisonment within the castle walls.. Was taken by the monk, to the church, far out of the king'™s reach.

When they arrived.. She agreed to stay, to learn from these people, but on a single condition.. And the monk agreed.

She took the iron mask to a blacksmith.. and he fashioned a mask from the from portion, fitting holes for her eyes, and hammering it to better shape around her face.

She visited a tailor, and had them fashion a cloak from her favorite colors, of green and black. From that day forward, she did not speak her name to anyone, she did not show her face, nor a single portion of her ivory skin.. She became an imageless scholar, and nothing more.

The monks of the cathedral taught her many things.. They taught her of the gods, they taught her of reading and writing, and they taught her the joys of medicine.

This was where her life would soon begin..

She became nothing but the knowledge, pushing away the memories of her castle dungeon that tortured her so, of the cruel king, of her tarnished childhood. She became a husk, she trained herself to void emotion, to hide her identity to all, to live for nothing but the pursuit of knowledge'¦


It was not enough for her.. She found herself, wanting less and less to be around these people who knew her, who had seen her face, who treated her as if she were fragile and precious.

After seven years of her apprenticeship under the towns physician.. She only knew what any would, but it was enough.. She took with her only what she needed, and she left the city on foot.

She traveled, village to village, through forests and kingdoms alike, becoming the nameless vision she so desperately believed she needed.. Now she travels further, risking her time as a  nomad to curiously attempt to enter society once more.. 

 

Some people may even know the legend of the cloaked figure, who roams the edges of the cities, tales and rumors often spread of her. Maidens worry for her, as she seems not  harmful, but kind, and quiet.. A times, some have tried to give her gifts, but she refuses, taking nothing from the generous citizens.

 

Perhaps now, maybe she will decide to stay...

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TLDR:

Bascially, Dorothy lived a somewhat normal childhood. Born, her mother died of childbirth and she was taken to an orphanage where she was raised. Unfortunately, it was a small peasant town, and there wasn't much money wise to go around. As she grew older one thing they began to notice was that she was a lot prettier than most of the people who lived in this village, in fact, it was almost painfully so. 

They began to judge and hate her because she looked like the nobles who took all their taxes from their pretty castles, they shunned her from social gatherings and she grew up in a type of solitude. She worked in a tavern until the day the King came riding through their village with his march, and found her. He saw her beauty and wanted her as his bride, so he took her. But when she found out that he was trying to force her into marrying him she didnt want to, and she tooka vow of silence. He beat her, he tried to force her to say yes, but she never spoke. So eventually he imprisoned her in a cell in the dungeons, and put her in an iron bridle [iron mask around the head]. Occasionally he came down to try and see, if she would say yes now, but she never did.

The guards grew to pity her, and eventually they helped her escape with a castle monk, and they took her into their care, but she had already begun to hate her beauty and see it as a horrid curse. Because of this, she didn't stay long, they treated her differently, even though they didn't mean to, she blamed it on the "curse". She had a tailor her a cloak, and a smith make her a new mask out of the iron bridle she had worn, and she left, to live for the next hundred years or so as a nomad and wandering city to city.

Now she is curiously beginning to study society once more, but it has been a long time since she has interacted or spoken, so it may be difficult for her..

As far as her travels go, I'll post a neat little pic of where I believe she would have traveled in her time in this world. 

Personality Traits: A heart worth it's weight in gold, Doctor Black sees only the good in people. A being of true neutrality, she would help any man, woman or child that needed her aid. She tries her best to do what she can for those who come across her, though usually it is they trying to help her. She takes nothing from anyone, judges no one, and treats all the same no matter their background or race.

Though many would view her as obsessive, in all actuality, she simply loves what she does.. She strives to learn all she can, if it is new to her, she will study it, no matter the subject. Though she enjoys focusing on that of medical knowledge and qualities, or perhaps even herbal, she enjoys learning all other subjects as well. 

Her favorite place to spend time, would most likely be an empty library, where she can simply sit and read for the majority of the day. Content to stay calm and collected with no worries about the people outside.

Ambitions:

To master the skills of a Doctor, she would lean more towards the physical aspect, including surgery and specializing in physical injury treatments. She has found it difficult to deal with sickness.

Strengths/Talents:

She is a fast learner, able to memorize things quickly, but even then.. Her determinatino overpowers many things, even if she has memorized something, she will continue to repeat it, until it becomes second nature.  If she believes that her skills in one small area are not as well developed as another, she will continue to work on it until she believes it is developed enough, if not more. She is stubborn, and tends not to give up once she has set her mind upon something.

She's talented when it comes to medicine, in a sense. Though her knowledge on the subject is a tad average, she seems to do well in those environments, as if it were her place. While one doctor may become stressed under overloaded situations, like a war camp medical tent when soldiers are coming in left and right, she is able to stay completely calm, and focus on the many tasks at hand, instead of the one.

Weaknesses/Inabilities:

She has quite a few weaknesses, in a sense as well. She is germaphobic, quite crippling-ly so. She will always wear gloves, though blood and gore seem not to bother her while she is working, once it is over, believe you me, that place and herself, will be -spotless-.

She tends to overorganize, and if one were attempting to say attack her, it would be more effective to throw some form of dirt, mud or otherwise unclean material upon her, as that in fact is just about the only thing that unnerves her.  Basically, a fear of germs that can be very hindering, as a weakness.

Being completely put off by violence, though she indeed would make a could candidate for combat given her knowledge base on the body, she is absolutely against violence.  In a situation where someone is being attacked, and she could help, she will not risk it. She knows it is better for a stranger of less use than she to die, when she can continue and do more for others as a doctor. Now, should a life magician be in danger, or really any who could be or -more- use than she, and she knows it, she will do what she can in attempt to save them. She believes in efficiency in live, and karma.

- She can't swim

- She fears gaining friendship, as she knows eventually, it will end in loss.

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That is my main skin that I will be using in the beginning. However there are other skins of mine that pertain to this character in particular that I might also use, depending on development and situation changes.

For clarification, in all the skins where the face is black, I actually Roleplay out the character first putting on the iron mask, then slipping a Black Veil over said iron mask, and then pulling on her hood carefully over that.

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