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About ThatWeirdGirl

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    Out near the old car lot, talking to the angels named Erika.

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    Analiana Elverhilin, Ila Galanthus, Theresa Roswell
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    Wood elf, snow elf, human

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  1. What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: LadySpectral What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: ThatWeirdGirl Have you logged in as a wandering soul on the account you're applying for? (you have to): 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)?: Yes How long have you been on LotC?: About a year and 10 months How many accounts do you currently have white-listed (including main)?: 1
  2. The teeth of guilt gnawed at her mind, her furrowed brow and clenched jaw hidden behind her steel mask. The sound of light hearted laughter tinkled like bells between murmurs of the holy mages around the lone witch as she listened. The whistling wind carried their voices into the black rot splotched tower, only for them to be drowned out almost completely by the ones talking and laughing around her. Free us, help us. She could recognize all of their voices, the sounds pulling at her hearts and causing her eyes to water. Ana, please save us. The witch has forgotten his name. Ana! Raenor, Nurion, and someone who’s name was forever trapped on the tip of her tongue. Her ill fated paladins. ANA! Their hands pulled at hers, urging her to stand. She slowly rose and muttered an apology to the surrounding men and women, flashing a small invisible smile to the friendly woman with roots and leaves for hair before she followed where the ghostly hands led her into the whirling snow. She didn’t feel the cold on her skin. She couldn’t. Before her stood a high elven man, his arms severed but hovering below his stumps. His features were aged, though his pale blond hair hid any gray streaks well. Lavender eyes stared back furiously below a furrowed brow and above a crinkled nose, and his maw parted to rasp furiously into the wind. His blood streaked hand rose, extending his long digits toward her and rot drifting from the tips and ripping off with the wind. Free us! She ran.
  3. Black freckles covered the walls and the ceiling, some even drifting down to the wooden floor like inky snowflakes. The wind outside gently tugged on the furled sails, testing the strength of the ropes and knots. A soft glow came from the cabin. The ever lit lantern flickered, threatening to plunge the ocean into a murky blue darkness once again, illuminated only by starlight and the sliver of a moon shyly peeking from behind wispy clouds. The high elf beside her snored quietly beneath the soft cotton sheets, oblivious to anything but whatever his dreams consisted of. The witch felt a pang of envy and briefly considered sleeping as well, instead choosing to watch the flakes of rot spread. It was everywhere now. The rot had seeped into nearly every aspect of her life, everywhere she went she could see the black specks. Nobody would admit to seeing it, or they were all just blind. A few times she could feel ghostly fingertips on her skin, a familiar whisper in her ear, nails raking desperately across her flesh. When she turned she would only see the ever present and consuming rot, some specks even showing on her blue gray skin. All she could see was the rot. She could remember a burning tree, ash and smoke clouding her lungs and mind. Let her burn. She thought, cracked lips tracing the words silently. The syllables hung and stung in her throat like bile, struggling to tear free. Let her burn! The flakes of rot drifted downward, beginning their spread as they hit the wooden floor. The pale elf stirred, rolling over in bed and lips parting as he murmured something unintelligible. She half expected him to open his eyes, and widen his eyes in horror as he finally saw the rot all around him. But he wouldn’t, he never did. He would just show that same look of concern and lull her back to sleep. Who would keep watch over the rot then? It grew faster when she didn’t watch it. Her gaze turned back to her lover, and her eyes widened in horror. On his pale cheek rest a feathery flake of black rot, standing out starkly. Ghostly fingernails tore down her arms, and her hand jerked forth despite the pain increasing. As she brushed away the flake, the elven man’s golden eyes opened and turned sleepily up to the witch’s face. The pale elven man pushed himself up off the mattress and wrapped his arms around the witch, tugging her down to the soft cotton sheets and pressing a kiss to her nose as they settled again. “What’s wrong, maliyu?” “Just nightmares again.” She replied with a sigh, feeling the warmth of his hand brush against the back of her head. His eyelids soon drooped shut as he fell asleep again. Her eyes remained open. All she could do was stare at the black freckle on his cheek.
  4. Apologies if this comes off as rude, I'm not sure how to word it otherwise. Does this cult have anyone but you in it currently? I haven't heard anything about it in over a month.
  5. Grr ascended grr
  6. I guess this mace catcher is mine now.
  7. I am indeed teaching her to set things on fire.
  8. MC Name: ThatWeirdGirl List in Question: Elemental Evocation Error in Question: Not listed as a fire evo teacher Link to Magic Application (If Relevant):
  9. MC Name: ThatWeirdGirl Character's Name: Analiana Elverhilin Character's Age: 61 Character's Race: Frost Witch Link to your accepted MA: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/150942-maanalianas-fire-evo-ma/ What magic(s) will you be teaching?: Fire Evocation Summarise the Lore of this magic(s): The void is a vast realm full of energy, tapped into by evocationists to pull elements into the world. To form a connection to this realm, one must concentrate entirely. However even after this is achieved the mage must study their element, sometimes for several years. In the case of fire evocation it’s often easier, as the element is abundantly found in civilized places. The student must watch how it moves, how the smoke drifts up into the air and how the heat comes off in waves. After the student has fully understood the element of fire, they will be able to summon small embers from the void, as exhausting as it is to them. It has almost no practical use at this point, but with time and practice the student will be able to hold the flame longer and more efficiently as their mana pool grows. Eventually they’ll be able to shape their flames beyond fireballs that can be thrown, as well as cast more without growing too fatigued. With time the student will learn to shape their flames beyond fireballs, and cast more before having to stop. Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student: "Student." The redheaded mali'ame woman greeted as she stepped forward, a firestarter firmly in her hands and a tired looking smile on her thin lips. "You brought the wood I requested when we last spoke, good." The small statured mali'ker girl who barely looked old enough to be considered a woman before her nodded once. "Yes, miss Analiana." Analiana shook her head dismissively as she stepped further out of the treeline and into the clearing, each footfall scattering the gnats that swarmed in the night air. “Just Ana, sweetheart. Start a fire now, would you? The mosquitoes must be eating you alive, poor dear.” Her voice was hollow, lacking the affection her words implied. She held out the firestarter, the timid looking girl before her. “A fire…? M- Ana, are you sure?” The mousy dark elf asked, voice barely above a murmur. And with that, Analiana’s gaze sharpened. “Do you want to begin your path to becoming a mage or not? What was my first rule?” She snarled, stepping forward sharply and sending the mali’ker before her scuttling back. “D-don’t ask questions…” The poor girl whimpered, hiding behind stands of silver hair. Analiana’s temper settled, her voice once again taking on it’s flatter tone. “Good. At least you can remember that…” She brushed her frigid fingertips across her student’s forehead, tucking the loose strands out of her emerald green eyes. “Start the fire.” The mali’ker woman hurriedly worked to set up the fire, watching her teacher shrink back from the flames as the sparks caught the soft tinder alight. As the flames began to crackle, the tan woman flinched further back. “Good, good… Now study the flames, watch how it dances, how it’s light behaves. Observe every color, how it spreads. The smell of the smoke, how it stings your lungs. Treat it as if you’ve never seen a single spark before.” She instructed calmly, brow furrowing and gaze narrowing as she watched. Soon her student leaned back, and the disguised witch nodded in approval. “Good, you are doing well.” She murmured,”Now comes the painful part. Stick your hand in it. I’ll soothe your burns afterward, sweetheart.” At her student’s hesitance her gaze sharpened. “You do wish to be a mage, dear? Or are you so scared of a little pain you’re willing to throw away this chance I’m giving you. Put your hand in that fire or walk away.” The small mali’ker gasped as her teacher’s voice gained it’s angry snarl, hand jerking forward and plunging into the flames. Her skin began to blister almost immediately and she tore her hand back from the flames, cradling the injured limb close. “Good, student. Come here dear, let me see it…” Her sniffling student stood and shuffled over to her teacher, wincing as the frost witch began to tend to her peeling skin. Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: No Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yup! Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: Nope
  10. MC Name: ThatWeirdGirl Character's Name: Analiana Elverhilin Character's Age: 59 Character's Race: Frost witch/Former wood elf What magic(s) will you be learning?: Arcanism Teacher's MC Name: Lhindir Elverhilin Teacher's RP Name: Lhindir_ Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: Nope Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: N/a
  11. Actually we've met in character a total of twice, and only once of those two times was to discuss politics. The other time was literally to give him a singular fish as a Krugsmas present. Any other time Ila may have went to Linandria she didn't speak to Artimec nor any of the other leadership characters. Furthermore I asked both ZipZapMan and Eandyil if they wanted to join in because we're good friends with each other and have been for a while now. I didn't personally ask anyone but close friends, nor did Leo for me. I would appreciate it if you would describe when Artimec and Ila spoke about politics apart from the once shortly after she left the other snelves, since you claim there were several more times when this happened.
  12. Zip is a determined and ambitious person who keeps calm in situations, even personal one. He is friendly and I very much enjoy interacting with him, both OOCly and ICly. I firmly believe he would do a great job as a GM and excel as long as he doesn't overwork himself as he sometimes tends to.
  13. MC Name: ThatWeirdGirl Character's Name: Analiana Elverhilin Character's Age: 39 Character's Race: Wood elf, now Fjarriauga What magic(s) will you be learning?: Frost witch magic Teacher's MC Name: AngelsCrosshairs Teacher's RP Name: Isla Lunas Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: No Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: No
  14. Sky has always been very polite and mature when I see him interact with people OOCly. +1
  15. Origins In the year of 1586 the Mali'fenn began to reform and gather, building a massive stone keep in the mountainous thahnic wastes of Ceru. And in the year of 1587 the Mali'fenn fell. The stone keep was soon demolished and the area it once occupied once more an uninhabited wasteland. But it had become clear that Aelthir Tundrak was no longer fit to rule. Not only had their homes been destroyed and countless lives lost, but almost none still worshipped the god of their roots. All had rolled over and praised the Creator as their sole god in a desperate attempt to survive that was in the end futile. After the fortress fell, the peace seeking Mali’fenn left to forge their own path, and hopefully revive their quickly fading culture. OOC Info Username: Skype: Timezone: Do you understand RP quality is a priority?: IC Info Name: Age: Race: Skills: Do you understand that peace is a priority?: Will any family be joining you?: