claireanne

17 hours ago, Parkins said:

How do you open a can of pickles?

not like that

you pop them

what are you doing now that your premium block game rp server is down?

a radical dude

+1

Zyvia Ba'ikana (claireanne) signs. 

Extremely active, helpful, and an all around amazing person. +1

BASIC INFORMATION

« OUT OF CHARACTER NAME »  claireanne
« IN CHARACTER NAME »  Amelie

« SURNAME »  House de Ruyter

« GENDER »  Female

« NOBLE »  Yes

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

« DATE OF BIRTH »  uuuuuuh jinkies

« HEIGHT & WEIGHT »  5'2, 115 lbs.

« EYE, SKIN & HAIR COLOR »  Crystal blue eyes, blonde hair, fair skin.

« CULTURE »  N/A

« MARKINGS » None

PERSONAL INFORMATION

« HOME ADDRESS »  9 Sweetman Avenue, Johannesburg

« PROVINCE » Crownlands

« OCCUPATION » Stewardess

REQUIREMENTS MET:

A) PROOF OF SERVICE [X]

Anything to prove you have completed the time required. If there is no proof, put ‘X’ for needing an interview.

Interview: [X]

CITIZEN'S OATH

« CITIZENS ONLY »

I, Amelie de Ruyter, hereby swear my loyalty to the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law.

I, Claire, hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will.

Name: Amelie de Ruyter

Age: 18

Race: Human (Highlander)

Relevant Talents: Charismatic and diligent.

Why should we pick you to be a City Steward?: In being nobility, not much is expected from me pertaining knowledge or generosity. However, I feel as if I posses both of these traits in great quantities, and exercise them often. In taking a steward position, I feel as if I am repaying (even if it is a very small payment) the kindness bestowed upon me by my superiors.

Username: claireanne

Timezone: CST

Rate your activity on a scale of 1 - 10: 11

Why should we pick you to be a City Steward, from an OOC viewpoint?: Extremely active, and willing to help wherever and whenever needed.

Skype username: You have it.

Just now, Hedgehug said:

Changed the topic because I'm an Assh*le

 

gosh diddly darn it

fine, dad. whatever.

I have an addiction to pixel ****.

knowledge.

it is entirely too late for all this information to be shoved in my brain

MC Name: claireanne

Character's Name: Zyvia Ba’ikana

Character's Age: 155

Character's Race: Dark Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?: Nature’s Control and Communion

Teacher's MC Name: MorriSaye

Teacher's RP Name: Ashton

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: No.

Very responsible, active, and would be a great addition to the team.

+1 and good luck.

Zyvia nods, reading over the sign once more.

"I will make sure to remember this... sounds like great fun."

Yesterday, I tried my hand at quick comics, and I really like the outcome! I've decided to open up some requests.

Just reply below using this format:

Number of panels:

Dialogue:

Color or black and white:

I'll try and finish these as soon as humanly possible.

Examples:

[EDIT] wachow it's been a while kids

i'm lowkey crying this was so embarrassing

pachingo yikes adios

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s your Minecraft account name?: clairaudient

How old are you?: 15

What timezone are you in?: Central (CST)

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: " 'Cyber-bullying', through repeated harassment or any other means will not be tolerated. Those partaking in or promoting such will be severely punished." As I have been cyber-bullied before, seeing that there is a specific rule to cover this issue, and that this server has the means and motive to enforce it is a breath of fresh air for me.

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?: After discussing the rules with a friend of mine, I have a complete understanding of the rules, and the consequences of breaking them.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: My good friend LittleCakes.

Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): N/A

Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes, and I have explored the map a substantial amount.

Definitions

What is roleplaying?: The conscious or unconscious act of performing as a certain role, whether in real life, or in game.

What is metagaming?: The act of outstepping the boundaries of logical gameplay, ex: calling up a friend because they are crying, but your character has no possible reason of knowing.

What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Forcing a reaction from someone during a roleplay, by stating the reaction in the emote. Ex: Claire spilled coffee all over Maddy, causing her to cry in pain. This gives Maddy no chance to react to my actions.

In-Character Information
 

Character’s name: Zyvia

Character’s sex: Female

Character’s race: Elf

Character’s age: 140

Biography: As a young girl, Zyvia was happy. She had not a single care in the world, and was raised in a healthy, nurturing home in Atheran Laureh'lin. However, her concern grew and grew as years past, and her childhood 'honeymoon' faded away into worry and despair for the future. Her father, a depressed, lonely man was in and out of work often, and food was not guaranteed every meal. Many a day passed when her family had nothing to eat. The more worried the poor child got, the more and more she closed herself from the outside world, leaving behind a wake of pain and one-sided conversations. Out of all her childhood memories, there is one that stands out the most. It was overcast and warm, with the grass covered lightly in dew. Her father kissed her forehead on his way out the door, and assured her that all their troubles would end today. As she did every day, Zyvia packed a lunch for her father, and headed out into the world in search of her beloved papa. She looked almost all day long, asking any passer-by if they had seen anyone resembling her father, but there was no sign of him. On her way home, she stumbled into a large field, with men lying all over the ground, in uncomfortable positions. It reeked of something resembling a rotting corpse, and she plugged her nose with one hand, and clenched the packed lunch with the other. 

Zyvia made a fatal mistake. She looked closely at one of the men, and found that he wasn't just lying there, but rather, he was very dead. Panicked, she rain forward, calling her father's name, but no response was heard. The farther she ran, the more bodies there were. She became more and more panicked by the second, and stopped running to fall on her knees, crying.

"Oh, papa! Where could you be?" She screamed.

She screamed and cried until her throat was sore, and decided to keep looking. Night was falling, so she quickened her pace. She called louder, and more often for her father, looking around for his familiar face. After what felt like miles, she heard a faint sound. She ran towards it, and realized with dread it was the sound of metal on metal. The sound of war. Now desperate, she called louder, and louder, almost louder than the sound of inevitable death around her. 

"Z? Baby? What are you..." She heard a whisper from below her. She looked down, and saw none other than her father, with a very large axe through his heart.

"PAPA!" She bent down to hug him, oblivious to the fact he was bleeding to death in front of her eyes. He winched, coughing up some mucus mixed with blood.

"Z... please." He pushed her away from his wound gently, keeping her close. "I love you. I came here and fought here so we could have a normal life. Even without your..." 

"Papa? Are you... are you alright?" She asked delicately, finally noticing the giant weapon protruding from his chest. "PAPA! You need help! Stay here." She made a move to get up, but her father grabbed her arm.

"Z, remember... this. The next sunset, you will see my star... in the sky. I will... always be" He coughed again, this time more blood than mucus came out of this mouth. "Watching you. I love... you." Content, he closed his eyes, willingly accepting his fate.

"Well, look what we got here!" An unfamiliar voice snapped Zyvia back to reality.

"Don't touch my father." She stood over her father's dead body protectively.

"Ah! I see we have a feisty one here." The man drew out his sword, using the point to trace her jaw bone. "I'm going to take you. You will be a fine warrior for my ranks." A cynical smile crept across the face of the stranger. "I will break your spirit, and for every week you defy me, I will break a finger." Laughter emitted from the grinning mouth of the deranged man, until a crisp, hollow voice cut the tension.

"You will do no such thing." The laughter stopped abruptly. "I will raise her to be a kind, gentle young woman, and maybe one day she can combat the crookedness and discrimination the High Elves hold against us. Maybe she will save the next generation from this painful cycle we are stuck in." The woman moved to stand behind Zyvia, placing her hands on her shoulders in a reassuring manner. The deranged man stood down, retreating to the battle.

"There is no need to be afraid, dear. I will take care of you."

From that day forward, Zyvia lived the aftermath of the Battle of Leyulin. Day in and day out, the cynical smile haunted her, and the words of her father comforted her. She was moved in with the kind woman who had saved her, and found peace. Her new family showed her wonders of the world, including the devastating nothingness of Void Nodes, and the broken but breathtaking Hollows. However, poor Zyvia was never the same. She drew away from society, and became completely introverted. She became shy, and reserved, startled at the slightest bit of noise. No matter how hard anyone tried, no one could crack her. No one saw the hurt and pain she was nurturing inside. She was completely dependent on her feelings, until the day she decided to move away from safety, and rely on the only person she could trust. Herself. She roamed Vailor alone for quite awhile, not knowing where to go. She jumped from city to city, avoiding conflict and as many people as possible. She eventually met Mareisha on a road by The Father Grove a few elven days before the destruction of Vailor.

Personality Traits: Zyvia is reserved and quiet, only speaking up for herself in deadly situations. 

Ambitions: She aspires to be what her father was not: strong. Not only does she want to fight in some sort of war, she wants to exact revenge on the murderer of her father.

Strengths/Talents: She is a pun master, and a decent farmer, which is how she makes her living.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Initiating conversation, and maintaining relationships. Zyvia will not talk to you unless she is spoken to first, and will not reach out to you if you are her friend.

Appearance: She is of a decent hight, towering over the normal woodland elf but is a minion in comparison to the High Elves. When she was younger, she was taunted for her unusual appearance: jet black hair, and mismatching eyes. One eye is noticeably lighter than the other. Her clothing is patched, and patched again, which gives her a slightly disheveled appearance. 

Skin: http://www.needcoolshoes.com/skin/u7V8L/for-claire-elf-rp-skin