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Full Name: Alice Loucelles Race: Human (Highlander) Appearance: She has ginger hair and wears a dark violet hoodie with short sleeves over her lavender short dress. She also wears gray boots. Personality: A hot tempered and mischievous child and thief who greets people informally. She has a bad mouth and attitude towards anyone including adults. She pickpockets a lot from strangers and sometimes people that she already knows. She also has a knack for playing mischievous tricks on unsuspecting people. She is also a very curious individual who will go to any height to steal something that catches her eye. She speaks with a slight lisp. She also loves drinking Apple Juice. One of her favorite past times is to climb trees and watch the scenery or random people. Biography: Alice Loucelles was born in a rural farm near courland, in the far northwest of Oren. Alice was not born to a stable family however. She was neglected by her abusive Alcoholic father. Her mother tried her best to nurture and care for Alice but due to her Husband’s reckless and abusive tendencies, she could not do much. Alice’s father would often beat his wife and once attempted to beat Alice as well but he was stopped by her mother. Her mother plead that whatever punishment Alice deserved, Alice’s father should punish her Mother instead. When Alice reached the age of 7. Her father began drinking too much alcohol during the night. One night while Alice was in bed, she heard a faint thud in her parent’s bedroom. She opened her parent’s bedroom door and was shocked to see her mother holding a knife in front of her dead father. Traumatized by that event, Alice ran away from home that night escaping her mother. Alice traveled to Felsen and she ditched her last name. She declared herself an orphan and began to hang out with the other dirty orphans in Felsen. Alice soon learned how to beg and steal from people and also began to learn the harsh reality of the world quicker than other children. Inventory: Alice carries a small pocket folding knife in her pockets. In her small satchel, she carries a compass, a pouch full of (Stolen) minas and a small imperfect wooden bear shaped doll which she made herself by carving a piece of wood.

I kinda like it but Idk if this is gonna be accepted. If it is I'm gonna be one of the first people to line up for this

I) Name (in brackets, include ign): Alphar Ryce (Supahdat) II) Race: Adunian III) Place of Origin: Lived in a small village near the border of Oren, moved to Istria but now lives in Skyfall IV) Intention of desired strand, of the trinity (Arts, Literature, Music) for specialism: Music and literature V) Reasoning in becoming of the Bards: I wrote about three original songs, sang at parties for friends, aspiring to become an official Bard, I also play the Lute VI) Potential projects you may aspire to do: Create a band of at least three bards and travel through vailor in hopes of using our music to change thoughts and ideas for the betterment of society One of my songs (I hope you guys like it, I'm still working on making better lyrics): *The Devil's Schemes* The Devil's Schemes In the streets of Felsen lived a young man of two scores Who went by the name, William Doors He was known for worshipping the devil, calling out his name till he was hoarse He killed for his love and Conspired for his praise But he never got what he wanted for it was just all a haze 'Cause we all know that the lord of the flies ain't gonna call on us Woah-oh no We're not a part o' his plans Woah-oh no We're merely just playthings in his hands When Doors realized this, it was too late For he summoned the Doomsayer out of Worship and hate Furious at the man's blunders the Devil had enough With a snap of a finger, the poor man crumbled to thin dust And now poor soul walks the world listening to our quarrels For he's forced to watch each of us worship the devil and follow His commands of Death and Agony Now that I tell you this story Remember there's no glory In a world like this peace is just a myth Woah-oh no We're not part o' his plans Woah-oh no We're merely playthings in his haaaaaands With one snap of a finger he'd throws us in our graves For we have no use for him But what can I say we're too tempted to seal our own fates

Name: Alphar Ryce [Mc Name]: Supahdat Race: Adunian Magic you wish to study: Sensory Illusions Guild you wish to be associated with: The Sanctuary Mages Guild

In-game name: Supahdat Roleplay name: Alphar Ryce Skype (PM if desirable): Do you belong to any other guilds (and if so, which?): istrian Legion