LadyPyrope

~?Application?~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IGN: LadyofArt OOC Age: 21 Character name: Tulia Violet (Tulip) Character race, age, gender: Human, 20, Female Military or Academic pursuit: Academic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Letter to Fleet Admiral Ser Benjamin Fernández~ Dear sir of this city’s navi, I am rather new to this city you have your people protect, but it doesn’t stop the feeling of wanting to help in my own ways with my own skills by being part of the navi in someway. Personally I have no fighting skills, though what I lack I have in day to day skills like cooking and rather good talent in drawing if needed for something. I’d be lying too if I said I wasn’t looking for a bit adventure for myself through this. Still, it would make my day to hear I’ve been accepted if you so choose. -Tulip

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft account name?: LadyPyrope How old are you?: 19 as of Sep, 09. What timezone are you in?: Eastern Standard Time Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes, I am aware. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes. What’s the rule you agree with the most?: In fairness I agree with all of them and can't really pick easily among them which I agree with more, but I agree with the rule on Cyber-Bullying more over. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I believe I understand all the rules. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: By a friend. ScoutErwinSmith if I remembered his Minecraft name correctly. Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): First time here, so I have none. Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes, I have and quite a few times already to check out the map. It's quite amazing. Definitions What is roleplaying?: Roleplay, or as I refer to it as RP, is when two or more people come together to bring a fictional story with unexpected events to come to life. There is no set script nor path, the story is made up by the group's choices done through their characters and sudden placed events. It can be any genre and set place in any time, it's unlimited in it's options as what to RP. What is metagaming?: This is where a person who is aware of certain events and information know such knowledge, while their character doesn't know anything and isn't suppose to, but they do somehow know anyway. I hope I explained this alright... In short i guess it's where the character(s) know information they aren't suppose to. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: This is where the person being attacked IC has no choice when the other defeats them without effort. Taking down a hundred mean in one swing of his sword before the war even beings. OR Back flipping out of every single situation without even letting the character get harmed. Basically being VERY over powered. Note: I do hope I explained these well enough. I was never one great wiht explaining things, so I'm sorry about that. In-Character Information Character’s name: Cormil Duvain, a name given by her mother that once belonged to her ancestor. (In Elven tongue suppose to mean Legendary Beautiful Darkness, but it was created with random generators for evlen names that had meanings with them.) Character’s sex: Female Character’s race: Dark Elf Character’s age: 106 Biography: *~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~* How the Beautiful Darkness Came to Be. Cormil Duvain Note: Sorry for this being so long. I didn't want to leave the one reading this confused, so I told the whole story how everything happened, along with what her life was like and parents! It's not seriously long, long, but enough to read. Everything fits together. So I do hope you enjoy. <3 Hundreds of years long ago when the race known as Dark Elves were few and scarce in numbers, were split between either part of Malinor’s military group or unfortunately enslaved by the Mori'Quessir in what was suppose to be the land of hope, Asulon. How ever there was still a small spark of fire that stood for light of a better day. Which would soon be fed fuel to make it burn brighter to show the new hope that would be their freedom, but around the growing flame in the darkness two hearts grew close to one another as they slowly fall in love with each other. These two would be the proud and deceased parents of Cormil Duvain when time came, but long before that they would witness the events that would unfold over time, the split between their own kind, the rise and fall of leaders, and travels to what would be their new home one after another. Even if things weren't as promising as it all happened, they still dared to dream of a family in a warm and loving home, but far from the quiet chaos that grew louder. As it became more aware that a war would form among the storm they grew more desperate to keep their dream from turning to broken pieces, thus bringing the idea of risking a journey across the lands to find their own home far from where they were. This wouldn't be easy and they understood that, seeing as they only knew from what they learned in the travels with the other elves, but they didn't want their soon to be born child to be witness of what new darkness awaited them, nor end up dead before their story could begin. So with fear in the back of their mind and a goal made, they took five moons to prepare themselves before they set forth on their adventure into the unknown. The soon to be mother sitting atop a horse as the rather excited to be father lead it across the lands, facing all the dangers that came with the wild and meeting new faces along the way who would point them closer to their never still vivid daydream. Though the last traveler they would meet explains he came from across the sea and offers his boat that was left at the shore for them to take, after much debating, they did. Leaving the horse behind to be set free with no room on the boat for it to fit, they set on the waves following the direction of the stars to a land that held no life of people, but them. In their eyes it was filled with opportunity for their new life and thus set forth to find a place to build their home. Though, once they found a perfect spot and started putting the house together, their first child would be born, a healthy baby girl, but this was not Cormil, it was her eldest sister. The mother would tend to the child as her love finished the rest of the house, even crafting the furnishing to place inside and adding decorative carving all in the home to make it seem bright. A small garden would be made next to the house, with what seeds they brought to grow over the seasons of the years slowly growing bigger as the mother would add onto it. Years later the mother would announce she was with child once more and this excited the father like last, thus having their second child born later on to have another healthy baby girl. With this the father would build onto the house to make more space as the mother made the garden outstretch wider around the house, the first child helping to watch over her new sister and small tasks. During this time she would notice small things a bit abnormal he would say or do, but it was be small enough for to shake her head and leave to the back of her mind. Only it would occur more frequent as time passed by and he would grow less loving slowly each passing day. She made excuses in her mind and made up reasons as to why he acted like this to try to keep her from fearing the worse, she loved him and wouldn't let her grip slip on his hold, even if he started to feel more hollow to her. Years pass and once more, there was another child within her waiting to be born one day into the world, but when she told him he didn't seem as excited as before and this worried her. Finally, this is where Cormil is born into the world and like the last the house was made larger and the garden more abundant, but the colors of everything started to look more and more dull, worry the eldest sister a she noticed the bigger gap between her mother and father. It brought tension within the home even if the mother would try so hard to break the dullness that only grew to be rather grim. As the children grew older and taller, both parents taught all they could to the three of them. The mother taught how to garden, sew, cook, and how to dance as how she was taught by other woman she met, but most important she taught each of them how to be proper woman long before they were even to be considered adults. In her eyes she wanted to make sure each of them could withhold their own with grace and proper attitude, as if they were raised in a noble family and nothing less even if they were much lesser than nobles. Still, she held herself high despite it. Without fail though, she taught them compassion, love, and forgiveness with every other lesson she taught. Although both parents were unsure if they would wish to leave the island, she knew at least her two girls wished to find their own husbands since they would sometimes talk to her about it. The very last thing was how to at least use a dagger and a sword, even though she lost the dagger and their only sword broke a long time ago, the father made sure to make replicas out of wood. Now the father taught them many other useful things, which were taught to him in what he was made to do as slave and his passion for his archery. Actually this is where the two would always have playful arguments, seeing as the mother preferred swords over bows and other way around for the father. Beside the ever so often debate between the two love birds as what was better, he made sure to teach all of them how to shoot a bow and use it to hunt. Even how to make there own bow and different types of arrows. Along with that he taught how to skin animals and cook them properly, how to prepare the hide to use for clothing, how to build, how to make various furniture, make carving like art in wood, and even make some what recognizable carving statues. The one thing he did teach that he loved aside from his archery was how to sing and write music, which all three girls enjoyed to do and the mother loved to hear, even if sometimes it wasn't exactly... perfect tune. Lastly, he taught each girl how to be strong and withstand any storm that came rolling down their path, as well how to guard not only themselves but others in various situations. Aside from separate teachings they both taught them how to speak the common tongue, as well to read and write. Then again some of girls did learn some elven curses... thanks to the mother, although a lady when she was hurt badly or mad she had a sailor's mouth. But bless them, they both feared for their children with their whole heart and tried all they could to make sure they would be prepared for what ever situation came their way. Even if some of them weren't very skilled in some of what they tried so hard to teach. They were so young, after all.... Especially Cormil when it came to climbing everything in her path, that they could never stop her doing no matter how hard they tried, nearly scaring her mother half to death most of the time while her father chuckled to laughter. Some time after Cormil turned fifteen was when everything went far from a perfect loving home, her father snapped without a reason given and red from their mother painted the walls of the home as screams of fear echoed across the high walls. Her older sisters running with haste to see the chaos that was left by their father who ran off into the wilderness just moments before. Fear, it took over each of them from not knowing what to do now with insanity plaguing their father as many questions formed in their minds. With the shattered peace they buried their mother among the large garden, laying her to rest in what she held so much passion for, but soon after the eldest sister would let her fears over take the importance of her younger sisters and attempt to leave the island. It was unknown at the time if she made it out alive or be the next victim to the insane man outside the comfort of their walls. Three years passed and the last elder sister left to gather wood for the fireplace, but hours pass by with long ticking seconds that seemed to just echo and she never came back, Cormil assumed she had been murder liked their mother even if her body was no where to be found. With her all on her own at eighteen, understanding being made between her and herself that she HAD to survive, almost as if a two man war with her and what use to be her father, nobody to help her. Her guard never being let down inside her home and even outside when she tended to the garden or hunted for food, even the calm silence of the forest surrounding her started to feel eerie and in a way, frightening. Sometimes she felt like she was going to go insane with being so isolated from the rest of the world and not a single soul to converse with, but at least she had her mother's journals and those passed down from her ancestor, which were such worn and torn books that were barely readable. It was the only company she had at the time besides herself, which she would speak to herself. Years later as she made do with what she had and had a growing need to find a way off the island, to where her parents last were in hopes what war was forming had already ended on the land. This is when she started to stalk up what she believe to need, food, herbs to help tend to wounds, clothes, and other things. Though, when she went to hunt for wild game for her traveling meals, her path crossed with her father's after all of these years, surprised and afraid Cormil for what felt like years stared down the man who looked back with a hollow stare. The man looked wild and no more with what would be a human soul, clothes ripped and worn, hair a mess, himself clearly un-kept, and just... No longer, him. Slowly his expression would turn aggressive and he would lunge forward, time seemed to slow down in her mind as her reflex took control over her body and she drew back her bow, letting the arrow fly from the stirng toward his heart in his chest. ...... Dead... Dead and bleeding with an arrow through his chest out his back. This is the last image in her mind of her father, along with her secret old fear of also going insane like him, but she would not let this stop her from achieving in finding her own dreams. Just like her mother she dreamed of having her family and not being so isolated from the world outside from the island. First, she needed to find herself again, thus taking just another fifteen years to craft a safe float-able device, everything she believe to need packed away in bags she sewed together using her sibling's and father's clothes. Not that they would fit her anyway. Though oddly enough as she went to drag her craft to the shore there would be the old boat just sitting there to rot away, giving her the answer she been wondering for some many years, that her eldest sister didn't make it. With a heavy heart she would finish her preparation to set out to sea, using the old boat tied to her craft to carry other extra supplies and as a spare if anything went wrong out on water. Leaving behind the house, the place with loving memories keep the warmth of the home and haunted ones that would forever stain the home in her mind, but taking at least her mother's old bracelet with her in memory of her. It torn her heart in two, but she couldn't stay with how it ate away at her and made her feel so lonely. Left to become ruins or maybe a new home to those who come to escape what her parents tried to get away from, but now it was the other way around for Cormil. Amusing how thing end up to be. At least now she was free, to travel the world besides the edges of the island and meet people aside from those in stories, free to start anew. Which for forty eight years she tries to do as such, to find her anew, somebody who would be willing to travel along side her and to love, but it was harder than she thought it would be. Town after town she would be greeted with un-trusting stares from being a complete stranger with odd colored eyes, but yet something brought them to speak with her, maybe a mysterious and alluring aura or maybe the fact she seemed so regal with how she acted. There was no real answer to the question. Even still, finding the one person who would she would want to travel with across the land was seeming to be impossible. Each lover she would find to be more a jerk than the last or simply un-trusting, but she hated the men the most who treated woman so poorly. Thus when they came to flirt with her she would toy with them and lead them on, then simply reject them with a given reason why. Although she knew this really didn't have much effect on them. This worn on Cormil even as those who were friends said it'll be all worth it when she found her one and only, still she was growing tired and doubtful. It wasn't really much anew as far she could tell, but she didn't want to give up. Now a hundred and six she travels to the wood elves where she hears there is a place with other Dark Elves, maybe the love of her life was such the same as herself, but she would find rather he somebody she wouldn't imagine. (Upon some already done RP and agreement, Cormil already found herself the love of her life, but I left that out due to making this even longer... Guess you'll have to find out who it is through Rp. :Pc) *~-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~* Personality Traits: has to have her cup of tea after she wakes up and prefers to have one before bed if able, loves to climb high places, doesn't like to stay in one place for too long, loves to learn other people's past, proud of her ancestor, claims to be in love with the forest, loves the color forest green, loves wolves, loves dogs, not really keen to cats, enjoys hunting, loves the moon, dislikes alcohol, will only drink red wine if stressed or special events, loves to dance, will keep her posture proper in public, only lets loose when alone (or rather with her current lover), hates those with narrow minds, dislike those who assumes rather than ask for an answer, prefers herbs over meat, likes to dress with class, is content with with the smallest of things, positive, happy, calm, collected, kind, short temper with those she dislikes/hate, likes close contact with those she trust, will usually end up holding her hands together, will use interest others against them if needed, won't kill or hurt somebody unless they hurt her (but doesn't mind or care if it's somebody not close to her), loves to kiss, likes and dislikes being ticklesd, will and likes to eavesdrop. Then more I am working on or can't remember right off. Ambitions: Cormil wishes to start anew, have a new beginning and hope for what happened last time not to happen again. Which is loosing those she loved so dearly to her. In which, she also wishes to have her own family and possibly see the world first with her lover and the later on with the entire family. At least have one home to come back to made somewhere that wouldn't be bothered, but not too far from a town. She also wishes to have friends to talk to and be with, even have tea with and chat for hours on end. There is however a small dream of having her own shop with all types of things from her own farm and wild game, food mostly, this goes along with her wanting a large garden with many types of plants she can find from different lands. The girl has many wishes. In short, she wishes to be a mother and a shop owner, as well as an explorer and journal writer. List goes on what she wants to do and be. Strengths/Talents: -Climbing -Archery -Aiming (Archery helped with this) -Gardening -Dancing -Crafting Small Things -Hiding -Gathering Information from Her Surroundings (She watches and listens to all that she can around her, a bit curious and nosy) Weaknesses/Inabilities: -Making Large Things (houses, big tables, a dresser, ect) -Hand to Hand Combat -Sword Fighting (She was never great with swinging a sword.) -Snapping At Those Who Annoying Her Greatly (Men who are cruel, narrow minded people, those who do not listen, etc.) -Having More Patients With the Type of People Listed Before, -Helping Just About Anybody Without Question (This can cause her to get into trouble sometimes not knowing why the person needs help) -Being Overly Curious Sometimes (This also can get her into trouble.) -Can't Draw for The Life of Her (Stick men all the way! Or what would be... flowers?) Note: More Strengths/Talents and Weaknesses/Inabilities are being figured out as I RP more with her. Though there are things she is 'alright' at doing, between the two. Appearance: This right here is drawn by me as a visual to what she looked like and some notes on her features! The left is what her skin is designed to look like currently, but I have multiple other skin designs with other outfits. Just for this server thought I decided to give her a new outfit. If you wonder, yes she is wearing shorts under the skirt(?). Do excuse my hand writing on tablets though... Skin: Please go to the provided link for the skin(s) I have for Comirl. It simply goes to my blog where I posted the screen shots, no need to worry. (I ran out of space for them. o - o;) - Click Here - Alright, last thing. So I put many hours onto this and hope I did this correctly. I tried to make it interesting, although I made no puns... I mean, I was never really that punny with puns in the first place. At least I hope the story was interesting! :Dc ok, I'm done now, bye!