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[!] A copy of the missive had reached the hands of a certain elf, who had on this particular day, shut herself within the confines of her small home. Her eyes cautiously scanned the penned words, only for her fingers- no, her whole body to tense up. Parts of the missive were true, even she knew that. The long history of the nation she grew up with was enough proof. After all, the ones who adopted her had forced her to walk and watch the very same executions wrought onto others who were innocent. She begged to run, look away, but they had forced her to watch. She heard their cheers, their laughs, those darkened smiles…she remembered all of it. She didn’t blame the humans, part of her understood it. Just a little. But nothing can ever excuse violence. No justification ever could. It applied to Haelun’or, back then and now. But it just as much applies to the Imperials. There is no excuse. There is no righteousness. Not when children who had never asked to be there, were slaughtered for simply living in the same city. The Imperials had those same cheers, those same laughs, those same smiles. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. There is no excuse. The only semblance of respite was a woman who had told her to run, run and never look back. She remembered something then, all those years ago, when she finally escaped those silver walls. Her sisters had managed to sneak her out, one taking her by the hand as they ran in the dead of night. Run, as far as they could, where they to go, not even they knew. That same girl, with human ears yelled to the other two. “Run, keep running! Don’t stop! Don’t look back!”. How would that same sister think of the ones she thought of as kin, think of them now? The same ones who instilled the belief to be open with others, no matter their creed or race? The same ones who took her and her sisters in when no one else would? The same ones who they fought alongside? The elfess isn’t sure, maybe she will never know. She and her sisters had hoped for a world of peace. But that seems further away. The missive was thrown into the fire then. An old iron Lorraine cross, what remained of the past she had left, held within her palms as she knelt in front of the flames. Her hands clasped together tightly as she muttered under her breath. “Abby…what am I to do?” She was never the religious type. But today, she would pray for the lost lives. The innocent lives lost on both sides. Perhaps, they will be guided to a more peaceful afterlife. But one thing remained certain. The Dragon does not discriminate, but they are just as cruel and heartless as the “pure” silver.

A certain elfess tapped her stick along the ground as word of the missive had spread to her. Upon hearing the news, the elfess gave a look of confusion and simply dumbfounded. "Wh- I was there quite a few times. They were nice folk when I was there. What happened while I was gone?" As she spoke to herself, all she could do was pinch the bridge of her nose and groan. "Well, here we go again I guess." She murmured in annoyance before continuing on her way.

A certain blonde haired, green eyed elfess gazed upon the missive. Upon reading the missive, Ariselle gave a bright and wide smile. She was happy for Raziel and the Amethil talonnii and has seen firsthand how hard they were working. "Well done Raziel! I'm proud of you! I look forward to the future and the amazing things this talonnii will accomplish and the potential they will bring!" The elfess carefully folded the missive for safekeeping, then gazed outside her window quietly to enjoy the sunlight and clear skies.

A certain mali'aheral had received the missive, having it arrive in her home in Celia'nor. Reading through the missive with pale green eyes on a small wooden desk in her room, a frown had crept upon her lips. Sulieronn was a friend of hers, and the elfess knew quite well that Sulieronn was a great mage and a formidable one at that. The two had fought side by side when they attempted to siege one of the fortresses of the feared Harrower. Sulieronn had done well in fighting off the minions of the monster, as well as protecting both herself and the rest of the group. She recalled distinctively there was at least 25 to 30 of those mindless minions, many heavily armored and attacked their group specifically by tens. Sulieronn was able to kill a significant number of them, even killed 4 of them at once. Did Razad realize that fact? Perhaps he didn't, or perhaps he did. Either way, even a fool knows better than to turn their back on Sulieronn or throw him away, when he was probably one of the strongest mages in that nation. The elfess gave a sigh, her voice portrayed a tone of concern. "Whatever good intentions he may have had, may be gone or perhaps corrupted. I only hope that 'King' doesn't lead his students or his men to an early grave with his greed and thirst for power." The elfess commented to herself.

Word had spread to a blonde haired elfess. Inside her small room in Celia'nor, Ariselle stared at wooden ceiling above her as she laid down. Her eyes were red, her lips curled into a frown, and yet the shine that once occupied her eyes, that small glimmer of light had vanished. She had known the atrocities he had committed in his life, the mistakes he made. Yet with those dark memories came memories where Ariselle saw something more. A side to Lefkos where he was kind, protective, courageous, and selfless. One by one memories flashed in the elfess' mind. But one in particular stood out. A long distant memory now. Yet one that remains vivid in Ariselle's mind. All the memories she had of Lefkos, flashing one by one like slideshow. Each one were filled with happy memories and emotions, yet for Ariselle, they held pain, sorrow, and guilt. Strong guilt. One that eats away at her mind, bit by bit, consuming it with despair. 'Why didn't I stop him?', 'Why didn't I support him enough?', 'Why wasn't I there to prevent all this?' 'He hurt so many, innocents died.' 'But he did many good things too.' 'So why do I still feel for him?', 'Why do I still cry for him?' 'Why do I still...' And at that moment, the elfess sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall, no sound came from her lips as she sobbed into the night. For the first time in hundreds of years, since she was five years old, Ariselle felt truely ALONE. ALONE, and LEFT BEHIND once again. OOC:

A lone elfess stood alone in a small room in the winery outside Celia'nor. Removing her silk gloves, her figure moved to a small mirror that she had placed on a small stand filled with jewels and make up. Looking into the mirror she could see the scars on her ears, wrapping around below the tips of her elven ears. Sticking her tongue out she could see the scar there too, a circular one closer to the back of her throat. These were scars of the limbs she had lost, ones she had thought she could never get back. But Sarrion had chosen to help her. Thanks to him, she could hear again, she could speak again. Sarrion...one of her closest friends and one of the last friends that remained of her past, her childhood. Most had long died. Sarrion was there to talk to Ariselle when she needed, to share conversations about the world and the many curiosities that came with it. She could only hope she provided the same support he provided her. As all the memories flashed in her mind, including her visit to Lurin where he had wished her a peaceful life and her to him, she turned to the wall, tears streaming down her face like a dam finally exploding. She slammed her fist into the wall with a screech, her legs giving out as she crumbled up into a mess of a figure, sobbing. "Goodbye, my friend. I hope you find peace...maybe one day, I will see you again. In another world, another life. One day."

Ariselle had come to visit a small town nearby the ocean for a visit. Exiting the clinic, she glanced up to the sky as it seemed to split open. Her eyes widened and her face paled slightly. The only words that she could muster was "Oh, no..."

(WARNING: LOTS OF TEXT AND LONG POST IN SPOILERS! Sorry if it looks wacky ;-;) #1 (In spoiler is a gift I will be paying for someone ? ) #2 My Character Ariselle! #3 Alydril my Druid!

RP Name:: Ariselle MC Username: FlyingEagleEye Discord: You have it! (Private) What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Northgate? Why Do You Wish To Come?: I wish to discover the land prior to Vailor, I joined in Vailor and I want to see what Athera is, and I’m very excited to do so! What Skills Can You Bring?: Medical Knowledge, knows how to swing a sword and use a shield! RP Name:: Alydril Daemyr MC Username: EagleEyeKK Discord: You have it! (Private) What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Druids Why Do You Wish To Come?: I wish to discover the land prior to Vailor, I joined in Vailor and I want to see what Athera is, and I’m very excited to do so! What Skills Can You Bring?: Druidism, knows how to fight!

(Incoming Long Post, sorry!) A young high elven woman with blonde hair and green eyes traveled to the grave site, holding with her freshly grown a bouquet of white tulips, blue orchids, and red roses. She held with her a grim look, one of great sadness as she finally reached her destination. She stood there for a long moment, looking around at the offerings that were placed nearby. Flowers of all sorts, brought here for the man who was lost, she knew. She took a deep breath, nearly choking up though as she seemed near close to crying, but held it in. She moved to a spot near the grave, and paused, staring at it. ‘She never knew him...’ She can imagine the thoughts of other mali’thill, strangers. ‘I don’t understand why...’ ‘She never even met him...rather odd of her I would say...’ A pause. ‘Why does she care?’ She can hear them in her head, somewhat, replaying like a record starting a song once again. But maybe they had a reason to question her. She never knew him, she never met him, she doesn’t know who he is. All she knew was the situation that had occurred. So why then? Why do this? Why care when she never knew the guy? Why cry for him? Why bother? But she had her reasoning. For this situation, she dusted the negative rumors and the questioning that made her unease. Then a single thought- no, a memory popped up in her head, a saying that she remembers from long ago. “Why do you pay respects to someone who is gone, Haelun?” A young mali’thill child asked, and the woman knew it was her as a kid. A pause, and then a small smile, no anger, but of kindness and compassion, the mother knew the child asked out of curiosity and confusion. It was one of the only memories she has of her mother. “Because...every man and woman lives, and dies...that is life, but...paying respects puts the soul at peace and makes them happy. That way they aren’t sad or angry. Some die...by their own hands...” She paused. “Why?” “Some do it because of the pain they suffered, or the pain they think or caused to others...it makes them sad...truly...” The child paused and then said. “Then...then we’ll make them happy, right? Won’t they get lonely?” “Not if you visit them often...it makes them happy too...” The mother then smiled and the memory fades to another, or perhaps a dream? The woman can’t remember which. Two children are playing, both girls, and they seemed happy and carefree. They were playing tag...the mali’thill child seemed to be smiling wide. “Can’t catch me!” The other child, older, with a burn scar on her face and the mali’thill woman recognized as her best friend from long ago, smirked as she chased her. “Oh yeah? Watch me, just you wait!” They run into the graveyard, and the older child paused at a grave site, she stopped and stared at it. It was the grave of another child, a stranger. The mali’thill child noticed this and ran back to see what caused her best friend to stop. “What is it? Is something wrong?” The other child did not answer, instead she walked around, where she picks a lonely red flower, almost looks like fire, and walks back to the grave, planting it where the grave was. The mali’thill watched in silence, frowning in confusion. The best friend then closed her eyes and held her head low, in respect, and the mali’thill tried her best to match what she was doing. After a long moment of silence, the older girl spoke. “...Death can be sad...y’know?” A pause. “Some die leaving loved ones behind, but some die alone...and it’s sad to think if they wanted to be alone or not...or wanted to have someone...” She took a deep breath. “No one should be alone...it’s their choice if they want to be but...that’s why I did this...to make this person not so lonely...” The girl then stood up and gave a smile, perhaps one of determination. “It also gives me a reminder, to live life! That’s what life is about, right? To live it?” The mali’thill stood in amazement, but she gave a smile back, nodding. “Y-Yeah!” “Keep that in mind, okay? Now...you might wanna start running...” The mali’thill paused. “Why?” “Before I tag you!” The best friend laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a fifteen second head start, okay?” The older girl smirked and it all fades to reality. The mali’thill then shook her head, with her reasoning in mind. She came here so to give respects to the man who had died. Yes, she never knew him, or even may not have met him. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the social normal right now. She wanted the man to be happy, and even not be alone. She wanted him to rest in peace, so his soul can move in. She never really knew about an afterlife, but she hoped the man would still be happy. Even if she was a stranger. The mali’thill woman then began to plant the flowers carefully. Once that was done, she pulled out a note she had written. And set the note beside the flowers. The note read like this: “Pelilasdir Vontia’athem, To a man, who I may not know, yes, but even then, I still cry for the dead. I hope you live happy now, maybe beyond here...and that you are not alone...know that your loved ones will always love you, that they will never forget you, that you are someone who had loved and was loved. Don’t forget the good sides, the good memories, and I hope you rest in peace. To the loved ones of Pelilasdir Vontia’athem, I can only wish the best for you, I am sorry for the pain and the situation caused...I only pray he didn’t suffer badly in the end, and that he is happy. But don’t forget him. Remember all the happy memories, the laughs, the inspirations, the happiness that he gave and shared. With best wishes to heart. Sincerely, Ariselle [!] A poem was also added to the bottom of the note. It read: “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Even in or no crime. They still shine, But none brighter than you, Some may not have a clue, But you shined silver, tears that mark a tale, at least for a stranger.” Once the woman had set all her items down, she stood up, speaking softly. “Rest in peace, llir, I only hope you are happy.” And then the woman made her trail away, but not without finally crying.

House Number: 13 Your Name: Ariselle Do you live alone? Yes/No Names of Additional Occupants (if applicable): N/A Your Relationship with the Occupants (if applicable, e.g. spouse, children, sibling): N/A

I have a similar problem, actually. When I try to log in to rp on my alternate account, I can’t log in. It goes all the way to Joining World and then Loading Terrain. Soon after the game darkens, like one would when transferring to the Lobby or vise versa, and then I’m kicked out, saying “Disconnected”. I tried an alternate route by trying to log into the lobby server which I still had the IP on my computer, but it says something exactly like in the screenshot above in the first post of this thread. I logged off for a bit to eat, then I come back and run into this problem. I don’t believe I’m using VPN or Proxy, restarted my MC, restarted my laptop, switched wifi’s, I essentially did what I thought could help but didn’t. And my alternate account has been whitelisted for a while, and my main account has been whitelisted since 2015. If you guys can help to identify, fix, or tell of a solution, it would be greatly appreciated, thank you!

Name: Songleain Age: Eight Race: Half Dark-Elf, Half Snow Elf Gender: Female

[[OOC]] IGN: EagleEyeKK Discord [Optional]: Yes (PM me for details) [[IC]] Name: Eldon Race: High Elf Age: 60 School(s) and Certifications applying to: School of Magic (Master’s Certification of Magical Ability in the Arcane), The Institute of Progress (Bachelor’s Certification of Ability in General Craft and/or (whichever I am put in those two and whichever you all feel comfortable in putting me in!) Bachelor’s Certification of Ability in the Bestiary) Magics known prior: None (on this character at least) Are you interested in teaching, should you complete a degree?: Definitely! (as long as you are okay with it!) Do you accept the rules and regulations of the Eternal College and of Fi’halen?: Yes, definitely!

Yes I agree, I very much agree. It kinda makes me sad because the orcs have so much potential, such as cultural, roleplay, and magical aspects, but it makes me sad because it's not usually put to good use, or even listened to for that matter. That's why I made suggestions in hopes to improve orc roleplay for everyone (well, almost everyone).

Honestly I think this poll is a good idea, good job Smaw! Personally I play a few orcs (2-3) but honestly being an orc doesn't seem as fun as it seemed to be when I first played. It's still fun, but there are a few things I think that can improve orc roleplay as a whole. Personally I am kinda iffy on Blah. While it's interesting, it can be rather hard to learn for those who are unfamiliar with it. But at the same time I don't think Blah is necessarily the issue. To me, the orcs appear more moronic, cultivates memery, which in turn prevents serious roleplayers from joining. I think it's personally how people control their orcs and how they mainly focus on memery and the funny aspect of orcs, (as well as the grrrrr I'm gonna kill you grrrr aspect) which personally I don't think that's what orcs are all about. It's not that I have a big problem with memes and funny/joke roleplay, but honestly having too much of it (say everyday) takes away the fun, serious, cultural aspect of the orcs. I did meet some who are rather nice. But most are. . .kinda making me uncomfortable in some ways. I believe the orcs have a lot of potential in their culture and their beliefs, but I don't think memery and joke roleplay are the whole way to go. I understand orcs are supposed to be brutal, but is it really necessary to have joke roleplay as you do it? And I've also heard complaints about there being too much pvp, and hardly focusing on the roleplay aspect of the orcs, which I can somewhat agree with, but that's not entirely the cause. I also have had complaints that slavery isn't good roleplay as it used to be. They just make you work, mechanically, and don't even focus on the roleplay aspect, so they say. Back in Vailor, I noticed that when the orcs roleplay, they tried to make it so it's fun for others. For example, one orc who kidnapped my first character, asked for OOC permission if I can be a slave (in a nice way), which was a nice thing to do. They also tried to make my roleplay as active and fun as possible while I was a slave, we had cool interactions which I thought was really fun. That's what inspired me to roleplay my orcs the way I roleplay them. When I try and capture slaves, I ask for OOC permission. And the players who I captured or asked if that was a good idea, loved the idea and thought it was a good idea! Almost all of them! To sum it up, I think in order to improve orc roleplay, focus on the roleplay aspects more. Roleplay Aspects to focus on: Slavery (This is one of the BIG, main things I want people to focus on) - Make it fun for others (EX: providing roleplay, this can include good roleplay interactions, making sure they are having fun) - Ask for OOC consent Cultural (Another big thing that needs to be focused on) - Teach new orcs about the spirits - Try and create an orc society full of lore and in depth roleplay - Teach Shamanism but make sure that others are interested and want to focus on it - Teach new orcs how to be orcs! (Teaching Blah is an example, though I am still iffy if Blah should even be in orcs) - Try and have orcs explore the history and learn about it, (Events can help!) -Try and pick leaders who will try and keep the orc nation and orc roleplay in general interesting! DO NOT: - Don't make slaves work mechanically all the time - Don't make orcs focus on meme roleplay - Don't kill people all the time - Don't mix jokes and memes into roleplay - Don't simply capture slaves out of random without consent - DON'T do memes and jokes that make people uncomfortable Don't meme all the time (memeing a few times is okay, but not everyday, take a break on that), don't be "grrr I'mma kill you grrrrr" (yes orcs are brutal but let them have more honor), don't mix memes or jokes with roleplay, less pvp (keep pvp but don't do it too much), and make sure that the other players have fun! It's important for other players to have fun that way we can create a more friendly community! @Smaw Honestly I would love to discuss more of this with you! Please pm me if you want to talk more, I'd be happy to talk ? plus I have a few ideas I want to discuss. @Dizzy771 Yes I definitely agree with you on that part. @Tox and @Norvina Yes I definitely agree with you two, perhaps we can discuss this more in pms? I have a few ideas I wanted to discuss.

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The Atmorice Bloodline (Symbol of the Atmorice Bloodline, the Snake) “We would rather die for our nation, our freedoms, and our Snow Elven kind before we bow or become slaves to those who despise us.” History The Atmorices were one of the founding bloodlines within the Mali’fenn. It all began with Siol Atmorice, the first woman of the bloodline. She was one of the original Snow Elves, one who went through the world altar and Wyrvun’s Blessing. As she was blessed, Siol is rumored to have seen Wyrvun, whereby the Aengul gave Siol some instructions of her own. Wyrvun told her to ensure that the Mali’fenn do not stray from Wyrvun’s blessing, and to keep a watchful eye on them. To let them stray to the path of darkness, will be the fall of the Snow Elves. Siol agreed to this and soon after she was blessed, Siol became the first High Priestess of the Mali’fenn. That was, until her death. They say she died of illness, but they remember her last words. “Let me not be remembered as a coward, but for the courage and rights we have all fought for.” Since then, the Atmorices have held high expectations to become priests and priestesses, with most becoming high in the ranking. That was their tradition. The rest of the Atmorice History, however, has been kept secret from public eye, for how long no one knows. Common Physical Appearance The Atmorices range in height from 5’8” to 6’0” in feet, often considered to be in the middle when comparing heights of the Snow Elves. They have some athletic builds to them, but not a whole lot of muscle - although they are known for their rigid statures. The common color for an Atmorice’s hair is pure white to silver, and their eye color comes in silver, blue, and rarely, purple. Disposition A common Atmorice is usually discovered to be dignified, eloquent, cultured, well educated, and respectful towards their snow elven kind, putting their main focus into their work and to see and ensure the success of the Snow Elves. The Atmorices consider family to be one of the most important things in their lifestyle, often showing to be very protective of their family members. They are also protective of their Snow Elven kin and would often put their life on the line to ensure their safety. The Atmorices often consider accomplishments to be apart of their lifestyle, taking their work into serious consideration. Towards other races, however, they are untrusting, even hostile, in particular, to the other elves. The reason for this being that the Atmorice bloodline are make up and focus on one of the main aspects to the Mali’fenn culture, religion. This religion being the one in which follows Wyrvun. Furthermore, centuries of warfare against the Mali’mira have led to hostility towards such outsiders. You can usually find an Atmorice studying or working hard to accomplish their goals. The Atmorices are rather honorable as well, despite looking rather cold towards others. They especially honor their previous ancestors, taking what experiences they have had and learning from it. Specialties One of the key specialities of an Atmorice is that they are very knowledgeable about the world around them and can often put up good arguments. This makes them skillful politicians. As part of their religious fervor, they are often adept at motivating the Ivae’fenn for battle. For some who know the Atmorices, they consider the bloodline to be “snakes”. The reason for this is due to their strict views and masterful political prowess. Professions The Atmorices are often found to be the priests of the Snow Elven society, acting to give blessings and ceremonies to their fellow snow elven kind. Their service in the ranks of the Wyrvun’fiyem is profound, and they often occupy the position of High Priest/Priestess. However, they are not strictly to become priests. The Atmorices are also the ones who often put on and plan ceremonies and festivals, as well as other festivities, for their Snow Elven people. About half of the festivities are dedicated to Wyrvun, while the rest are for things such as celebrations and memorials. Style of Combat The Atmorice Bloodline mainly choose to wield lances, spears, and bows, although swordsmanship is common as well. The Atmorices who hold swords are often the strongest of their bloodline. During battles and wars, though, Atmorice would often be found acting as the cavalry of the Ivae’fenn, riding heavily armored horses into battle - making them skilled horse riders as well. These skillful horsemen wield lance and shield, launching thunderous heavy cavalry charges to decisively shatter points in their opponent’s lines. Ceremonies The Birth of a New Member- When a new Atmorice is born, a small ceremony is hosted in their honor. The ceremony is hosted not just for their honor, but to be blessed by the Priest and to wash away any sins that may have been brought. The Priest may also determine a good or bad future for the Atmorice. After the ceremony the Atmorices have a large feast to celebrate the blessing of those born and blessed. Coming of Age- At the age of 16, the Atmorice would hold a coming of the age ceremony to have the Atmorice who turned that age prove their worth. To do this, the Atmorice set up a fighting tournament to see who will come out on top, for all of the Mali’fenn. The same goes for when they reach adulthood at the age of 50. Passing Memorial- Whenever an Atmorice passes away, the bloodline will host a ceremony in their honor. They often dress in black to honor them, and usually give offerings for those who had died to ensure a safe passage into the afterlife. Ancestral Belongings -The Sword of Serenity- Description: The weapon wielded by the first Atmorice of the bloodline. It has since survived the wars and battles it has been exposed to, and it still seems to be in good condition, despite being a very ancient weapon. This sword symbolizes the strength of the Atmorice and the will to fight for what they believe is right for their people. -The Staff of Deceiving- Description: The staff wielded by the first priest within the Atmorice bloodline. Like the Sword of Serenity, it has survived many wars and battles, and it too, is a very ancient and sacred weapon to the Atmorice. However, this staff serves as a reminder of the horrible deeds done to the Mali’fenn, and that no one is as they seem. Despite this, this staff is often used in rituals and ceremonies regarding the Priest and the religion. (Contact EagleEyeKK to apply for an Atmorice!)

Out-Of-Character Information: What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: FlyingEagleEye What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: EagleEyeKK Have you logged in as a wandering soul on the account you're applying for? (We are mechanically unable to white-list you without doing so): Yes Do you agree to follow the server rules on your new account?: Yes Do you understand you cannot have both of these accounts interacting with one another? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Yes Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: I do. How long have you been on LotC?: At least 2 years. How many accounts do you currently have white-listed (including main)? Only my main account. This will be my second account.

Hannah Cooper growls as she reads the note, when she finishes, she crumples the note in her hands, throwing it to the side. She then turns, walking off with anger and hatred in her eyes. Hannah mumbles quietly "What kind of being would kidnap and sell away an innocent child for minas? Or even make two innocents slaves?" She growls again, clenching her fists to the point where her knuckles turn a pale white as she continues walking.

Hannah, after fighting many of the spirits to protect both the ship and the ones she cares for, stares out into the distance from the decks, holding her little daughter in her arms as she looks out to watch as her fellow allies and herself set sail, hopefully to a brand new world. She sighs, then heads below deck to check on the rest of soldiers. Looking around, Hannah saw some had sustained injuries, including earning some burns herself. Hannah walks to the other side and sits down, staring down at the sleeping baby in her arms. "One journey ends. . .another begins. What waits on the other side may determine the course of our lives. I only hope that we will all be able to overcome whatever else is thrown at us."

I honestly think this would make a great addition to the server. Whether it becomes a creature or a brand new race entirely, I believe it will provide very good rp. And honestly I'd really like it if this becomes accepted as either one. ET race only though? Not sure about that, that would make it very rare to find one of these in rp and they would become less in numbers. I honestly think it should be more playable, especially for those who are not an ET. But those are just my opinions. Personally I'd like to play as the creature race myself! This deserves a huge. . . +1 Really thought out, very detailed, and this post really explains a lot about this creature.

McName: EagleEyeKK RpName: Hannah Cooper Skype:(Pm if you desire.) Don't have skype sorry Profession: Blacksmith, and Woodworker, working to become an Alchemist TeamSpeak:(Not required but highly encouraged.) Don't have that either, sorry Time-Zone: Pacific Desired Chapter to join: Any would be fine, but I would prefer to stay with Ethan's group of soldiers, I wish to continue to help them the best I can.