Witchseason

MC Name: Witchseason Discord: Witchseason Image: Description of Image: Painting of Lajka Weiss Dimensions: 2 high, 1 wide

Username: Witchseason Character Name: Lajka Weiss Petyrsdottir Affiliation: Kingdom of Norland Desired Rank: Reserves Which games will you be attending?: The Battle of Eldmyr (maybe more)

With legs folded beneath her, Lajka sat upon the worn floorboards of her family home, a book resting in her lap. In a soft, careful voice, she recited the notes she had hastily scratched onto parchment copied from a missive she had scarcely been granted time to read. Ink still smudged faintly where her hand had moved too quickly, a few stains left on her wrist. "Barbarian?" The word lingered on her tongue as her fingers traced each letter in her notebook. A small frown, knit tight with thought. It was a word she knew yet did not. Familiar in sound, but distant in truth. Were she older, wiser in the cruelties of the world, she might have deemed it a fitting title for the young man whose words had so diminished her. Yet her heart would not settle. Instead, her thoughts turned elsewhere—not to him, but to those who must bear the weight of his temper, who had shaped him or suffered him long before she ever had. “It is no kindness, to be named by others,” she murmured at last. The quiet conclusion felt like a small defiance, the only sliver of pettiness she would allow herself. And even that, once spoken, left a bitter taste. With a soft sigh, she closed the book upon her lap, her mood soon deflating.

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft account name?: Rosalva How old are you?: Eighteen What timezone are you in?: Central European time Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): I am Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The rule about reviving, I think it’s a smart choice Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): No How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Skins on Planetminecraft Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): None Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): I have Definitions What is roleplaying?: When two or more people get together and make up characters and a story to play out. What is metagaming?: When information that you know out of character is used in character What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Powergaming is not giving the other person any time to respond. Like "Stabs Tom with Sword" not giving tom any choice to defend himself. In-Character Information Character’s name: Nikita Celean Character’s sex: Female Character’s race: High elf Character’s age: 24 Biography Nikita was born to two loving parents, Hannah and Adreas Celean. Her mother had her at a very young age of twenty one and almost died during the child's birth. Threw a strike of luck the woman survived and had an other daughter a few years later. The family of Celean comes from the the isles of Vailor living in the large Protectorate of Haelun'or. They prides itself on its pure blood line of high elves Nikita herself displaying hair white as snow and young blue eyes giving away her age to anyone she flashes a smile at. She grew up in a large city of Haelun'or not going outside much as her sister was the more outgoing one out of the two. She adored acquiring new skills such as sewing and knitting from books she found around the house. When she turned twenty her father sadly passed away. Not wanting to be a burden on her mother she started to help around the Haelun'or taking any job she could find to aid her. Her mind was so easily guilt tripped by her mother who had slowly started to sink into depression. This made her quit job and Nikita the only one working. For a while this continued, Nikita coming home exhausted while her mother sat sunk away at the fireplace while her sister made dinner. After a while Nikita confronted her mother about it all which only made her feel worse. Torn between her family and leading a normal life she left one night her sister staying behind. She still gets letters from the younger sibling every so often but she doesn’t think back much. She doesn’t want her emotional status to control her life anymore. Personality Traits: Nikita herself isn’t a shy girl, The thing she struggles with though is introducing herself to the masses. She is rather socially shy towards new people but around friend will talk their ears of. And even though the girl isn’t stupid she can come across very oblivious. Most things people tell her she will believe thinking if she disagrees it will be rude and others might think bad of her. It is hard for her to stray from these thoughts when meeting someone. Cause of this she is often seen playing with her hair or dress to look away from people's eyes or stall for time to think of an answer that will please the receiver. Ambitions: Nikita always had a dream of opening her own small jewelry shop but has always kept it as a dream. She really is a jack of all traits knowing most considered womanly things out there. Strengths/Talents: The High elf has a very pretty voice and sense of dress. It is something she prides herself in. She feels no regrets when singing for one of her friends but find terror strike her heart when random strangers hear her even hum assuming they could only think the worst of her. As for the sense of dress part she knows all the small shops around town and even stitches some dresses together herself to look the part. Weaknesses/Inabilities: She needs to get over her fear of people for lack of better words. Nikita needs to learn to face life head on and not care what others think though she might always find it hard to calm her clouded thoughts. Appearance: Nikita is a tall standing high elf with snow like hair that flows straight over her shoulders. Her bangs curve and frame her face and parts on the right side above her hair. Her eyes are an icy light blue showing her age to still be young as her skin is a pink pale color. Her face is the shape of a heart and her frame slender and tall. Skin: