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Theodora Palaiologos: "Blow Me (One Last Kiss)" By P!nk Mira Sansya: "Fear of Cancer" By Ghost Cassette Musa ibn Musa ibn Qasi: "The Lazy Song" By Bruno Mars Feta Krafeh: "Marionette" By Ghost Cassette
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Theodora's feelings are locked in combat: the poor guy was killed so quickly and without hesitation, but the Vanirs had also killed her father right in front of her when she was a child. She always wanted vengeance, but is unsure if this is the kind she wants. As she breathes fresh air, in solitude, she comes to the conclusion he had it coming. Both he and his family have always been savages to her and her family. Whether its destroying her sister-in-law's crypt, Emma threatening and mocking her then-homeless family, Dagr spitting on her near-death form, or what other atrocities were committed, she felt nothing but a rage against the family. Sitting in her room, she could not help but wish Vasili Vanir well in the afterlife. Despite her feelings, she could not deny his prestigious life. "May this war end quickly," she said to herself, hoping for the best.
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Theodora Palaiologos would sit in her cell in Carnatia, glad to have company but upset to see the Duke imprisoned. She attempts to eat a piece of bread but to no avail because her fingers had been cut off by Carnatian soldiers, leaving only thumbs. She lays in her bug-ridden bed, unable to stand because they had also cut off her feet. "Torture...imprisonment...hell. This is the world of Carnatia." She sighs solemnly. She only wishes to die to escape this madness and so the Cloud Temple Monks will restore her limbs.
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Musa ibn Musa ibn Qasi signs the charter like a boss.
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RP Name: Theodora Palaiologos IGN: fluffypants417 Skype: grant.ler Race: Human heartlander
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Name: Musa ibn Musa ibn Qasi Race: Human, Farfolk Religion: The True Faith Allegiance: The Sultanate of Khalestine Height: 5'7" Weight: 123lbs Appearance: Brown Skin, Black Hair Equipment: Stone Axe, Wheat Bio: Born into a poor family in the countryside of the Caliphate, Musa's always admired the Kharadeens. He and his Canonist half-brother, Íñigo Arista, would always fight over petty things, oftentimes not relating to religion at all. Once he heard that the Caliphate was turned into the Sultanate, he went to Al-Wakrah to sign up for Alwadat Alawaqi. Goals: To acquire land and start a family. Drawing: (http://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/q/qasi_banu.htm)
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[Recruiting] [Pay] The Holy Order of Alwahdat Alwaqi
d0ntc4r3 replied to Vrarrdata's topic in Inactive Guilds
((OOC)) MC Name : fluffypants417 Do you have Teamspeak?/Are you willing to download it? : Yes, I have it. Timezone : EST Do you have a Skype? If yes, please PM it to me : ((RP)) Name : Musa ibn Musa ibn Qasi Age (Teenager, Adult, Middle-Aged, Old, or Venerable): Gender: 22, Male Reason for wanting to join the Alwahdat Alwaqi?: I want to serve and protect House Kharadeen Are you a Qalasheen or Farfolk and do you abide by the True Faith? : Qalasheen, and Yes Please give us a little bit of your background ((A short paragraph )) : Musa is the child of Musa, child of Qasi, and he was born into a poor family in a rural part of the Caliphate. His Canonist half-brother tended to pick on him, so being a proud follower of the True Faith, he always looked up to the Kharadeens and was always drawn to serve them. When he heard that the Caliphate became the Sultanate, he immediately went to Al-Wakrah to sign up. And here he is. -
((Not to be rude, but 11 pm gmt and 5 pm est? 11 is very late and 5 is around dinner time.))
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I can play the trombone and fail at singing. I can also play the piano.
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Mira would shed a tear, remembering her Snow Elf friend, Feta Krafeh. "How can anyone be so cruel?" She'd ask to herself. "They just wanted to be left alone, but were dragged into wars." She lit a candle to honor the fallen. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Feta Krafeh's ghost would feel a mix of feelings: anger, sadness, despair. He'd think back on his fellow Fenn. Aelthir Tundrak took him in and he trained Feta with his comrades. They tore down the old city of Odessa, attempting to carve a home in the old place. Now where was that home? Gone, like all the rest. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Theodora Palaiologos would sit at home when a courier would bring news of the Fenn's demise. She'd sigh, not caring one way or another. "Never met a Snow Elf before, guess I won't now." She'd say this to herself, reclining in her chair.
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Theodora thought for a moment that family members could be allowed on the Honor Guest list, and thanks Demi for clearing things up.
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Theodora Palaiologos would feel a bit insulted at having not been considered an Honor Guest, but will gladly come to her brother's wedding.
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Mira would be saddened to hear of the bounty on her former employer's head until she remembered that he never paid her.
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Mira would be outraged at the death of her Duke. "The savages! 'Tis not enough for them the Emperor is dead? Must they now kill everyone? Oh, woe upon Lorraine!"
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*Posters would be strung up across Oren* Come to Nikae! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Are you in need of a home? Do you want a good paying job? Then the castle of Nikae welcomes you! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ruled by its ever gracious Ser Demetrios Palaiologos II, Nikae has seen significant improvements over the years. From a traditionally fishing and farming area, the knight has expanded the economy by growing the wool and leather industries. For a weekly tax of just 50 Minas, come on over to Nikae! Just take a left after you come off the cart to Courland. It's two castles down and across a river. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Disclaimer: Homes are yet to be built, but coming soon. ((If you wish to move to Nikae, pm either me (fluffypants417) or Demi (Glocky18)))
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Looks like a creepy frenchman.
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Name: Mira Sansya Age: 22 Race: Human Hearlander Intended topic of book: The Rise and Fall of House Alexander [[MCname]]: fluffypants417 [[Timezone]]: EST
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Covenant of the Forlorn Lordr; An Age Brought By Ascension Of The Old Dark
d0ntc4r3 replied to Rig's topic in Inactive Guilds
OOC[[Mcname:]] fluffypants417 [[Skype:]] grant.ler [[Any accepted MA’s?]] IC Name: Mira Sansya Age: 22 Race: Human Heartlander Gender: Female Skills: Fair Farmer, Clumsy Miner, Clumsy Chef Previous Organizations: The Coin Purpose for joining: Never been in a religious group, might as well try one. -
Name: Mira Sansya Town/Lands of Residence: Riverhold Specific Residence, if applicable: 5 Riverfield Lane Occupation: Soldier for the Order of Riverhold Skills, if any: Fair Farmer, Clumsy Miner, Clumsy Chef -=OOC=- IGN: fluffypants417 Are you in the Skype group?: No
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Ooc; Do you have teamspeak?; No Timezone?; EST RP; *A man approaches you in an inn in Felsen* "So lad ya wish tae join our order aye?" "Yes! How did you know?" "Sign 'ere and report to Riverhold." "Uh, alright, but you didn't really answer my question." "Sign 'ere and report to Riverhold." "You, uh, just said that." "Sign 'ere and report to Riverhold." "Uh.....ok then...." *slowly starts backing away. "Sign 'ere and report to Riverhold." Name; Mira Sansya Age; Doesn't know age Profession; Farmer, Chef
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Mira would receive the response, reading it carefully. She would write back. "Dear unknown writer, I do not know how you got my address, but I shall reply to your questions none-the-less. The Dwarves convened a meeting in Hallowvale with Oren, so that the war could be drawn to a close. It was also the meeting in which Vandoria was born. It was actually Rhewen that was pressing the hardest for peace among the people gathered. Oren turned down Rhewen's call for white peace claiming that they had to avenge their slaughtered people. But when Ashton Highwind, a friend of mine, was taken prisoner and tortured by the Dwarves, the Emperor said nothing." She would pause, thinking of what else to say. "As for the people that have 'granted' the Emperor his regime, I am certain much of it is not from love of him or his predecessors, but from fear. Fear of the Orenian military. Of course their submissiveness only perpetuates his monopoly of power, but fear is the mind-killer after all. I simply wish that people look at the facts and alleviate that fear so that they might stand up to potential oppression. A united Vailor, or even just a united South, against the Emperor can win a war. The Dwarves, though greatly outnumbered, proved that Oren could be defeated at the Siege of Khro'Nogaak. Just imagine if all of the South rallied with them. This alliance would not be an attack on humanity, I assure you. It would be a defense against a monopoly." Satisfied with her response, she would send the letter back to a certain Thomas J. Locke.
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Mira would hear of this Vykk yet again. "Ah, and here I thought he was referring to the nation. The one that was near the Grandaxes."
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Mira considers a world where one person has monopolized power worse than a world that can set aside their differences and oust that person attempting to monopolize power.
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Mira rolls her eyes at ignorance.
