OzYmandi
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oh my ******* god, WHY
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''weren't they gone'' asks hobbles, a peculiar halfling
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Minecraft Username: Braz_
Discord: Braz_#9205
Time zone: UCT -3
Describe your knowledge on the descendant races: I know a big deal about Orcs, Elves and Humans, mostly their background histories and characteristics. If I were to explain them all, this application would be too big, take it easy on me..
Detail what drives you to become a member of the Application Team: I wanna help new members more than just having a shitty helper tag in new player discord, tbfh.
Provide an alternative way to assisting new players other than revieweing their apps: When whitelist apps where free for all players to look at, before the AT reviewed it, I sent some messages to new players I thought I could help with my own edits before the AT saw. Its a good way to help.
Survey the application process and suggest possible improvements: I think a new part could be introduce (since there is one in the Wiki) that asks the player if they have any questions regarding mechanics/commands. Could be helpful to see if they need any help before the trolly players in /h and /ws chat IG mock them for talking in OOC thinking they're in LOOC.
Additional information: Kyren is cute.
Tell me a joke: New Zealand.
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Application:
IGN: Braz_Discord: Braz_#9205
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If this is accepted and guns aren't, I'll actually cry
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"Oh ****, weren't they dead?!" questions Hyrdwulf, a depressed Graven Knight.
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“Why?”
“You need to go back.”
He knew that too. How? They had buried him. He knew that.
His heart. It beated, ever so softly. Under the dirt, it beated. They didn’t know. They assumed him dead.
In a way, he was…
He was strong. Not as strong.
It was. The hole in his lung, clotted by stone-hard blood. Unhealthily so, but it was keeping him alive. His heart, though having a scratch at it’s base, kept beating for him. To keep him alive. He knew what he had to do…
RUMBLE
The earth shook lightly as he tried to pummel through. The anger, combined of his stupidity and the reactions of those around.
RUMBLE
A hole. His arm passed through and back inside. The air flowed inside the tight chamber he was buried into.
RUMBLE
And finally, he started to pummel through, combined forces of anger, sorrow and sadness.
He came out, covered in dirt.. He met no one. Deep in the night. He didn’t expect anyone to see him…
Pain… but he had caused pain aswell
Pain… but he was going to heal that pain.
SpoilerOOC EXPLANATION: No, buddies, it wasn’t a PK post! I’m not dead yet. The salve stopped the bleeding and left him in a coma-like state. And he pummeled through! He kept on because he knew he had people back there that needed him, one way or another. He wasn’t going to let go that easily.
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“You’ve finally arrived.”
The voice struck him. Where did he arrive? Memories faltered him. But the person’s figure didn’t. An old love. An old known.
Unlike many, all he wanted was peace. To his soul, to his mind, to his body. Peace, he strived to achieve. Inside that small, flora-filled room. It wall went past in a glimpse. A spear, a staff right through him.
“By myself?” he thought, but he knew the answer.
Unlike many, all he wanted to see was his loved ones. His old, lost husband. His children. It was all he wished for. It tortured him. It gnawed on his very being.
Unlike many, all the ‘ker wanted was friends. Was love. Was joy. It filled him in the same way a child was when receiving a parent’s love.
“I missed you, Nei…” The figure mumbled, its shadowed form cast with brightly glowing white eyes, staring right back at the ‘ker’s pinkish eyes
“Is… this it? Is.. this where you have been waiting?” he asked, starting to pace outwards to the figure.
He wasn’t lost. He wasn’t cast away. He felt home. He felt appealed by those he had around. The figure of his maln, his haelun, his husband, lost to the downfall of Axios…
It all struck back to him, though.
His return to the lair of the mali, the Dominion. Joining the Virarim, conquering new relationships. But, there isn’t a single man who comes out of it all pure. Untouched.
Like many, he succumbed to the temptations of desire. Of greed. Of lust.
Like many, he succumbed to trustfulness and turned a blind eye to what people seeked ill to him. He turned a blind eye to the problems that surrounded him.
He was fine, in his own bubble, in his own personal life. He hid it. He was broken. He felt as if nothing could fix him. His bubble popped. His problems came to reality, flaring him and searing onto his being. A greed, a crave for something he could not even think of.
Though, he knew, it is all coming to an end. At some point. We all die, let it be of age, of disaster, of love.
“Stay with me, Nei…”
“I never leaved you..”
Pain… but no more.
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woah
format it better, please, hurts my eyes
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"We could treat these issues together if you didn't hide on anonimity, you twats" remarks Nei, a dedicant.
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if i say no, i'll be gassed
so yes
+1
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"Hurts to read" mumbles a curonian peasant by the name of Ulfried
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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Gu8XW_4tQ5ZzjcC_J0gieuJ2Lzih6KT27ai-w7PW2bM/edit
Brazilian post AFTER ELECTIONS
For the good font.
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"What is dead may never die... He's in our hearts..." mumbles Nei to no one in particular but himself.
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"W. . . What?"
It was all the dark elf could manage to speak out. Broken. First, losing a husband, two children to the downfall of Axios. . . Seeing his loved one go crazed with the Far Glade, yet retrieving him. . . It took it's toll. He sat there, static. He couldn't think. He couldn't believe what his ears had listened. But he knew the facts. He knew who did it. He knew who had the audacity to do it.
"They'll perish, llir'ii. I won't allow, and I am sure el'Naelurir will aswell not allow this to go by. . . Their blood will flow and fill the gap in Balance, in Nature that they've created..."
Nei sharpens his sickle
But inside
He weeps.
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FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF BRAZIL
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(Riot against Getúlio in São Paulo)
RIOTS! Riots all over Brazil have broken out, asking for the people in charge. In despair, Getúlio steps down from Presidency, and without a V.P, elections are called!
THE PARTIES:
AIB (AÇÃO INTEGRALISTA BRASILEIRA), candidate: Plíneo Salgado.
PCdoB (PARTIDO COMUNISTA DO BRASIL), candidate: Herculino Cascardo.
ADB (AÇÃO DEMOCRÁTICA BRASILEIRA), candidate: Washington Luiz
PP (PARTIDO PROGRESSISTA), candidate: Elmano Férrer
PMB (PARTIDO MILITAR BRASILEIRO), candidate: Marechal Garrastazu Médici
(Mod roll for elections, please)
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"Zkah" a dark shaman mourns for the unknown Muyakelg
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"And here I thought my niece had it all... How stupid." Mumbles Roland von Rothchild
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is it fake royalty too?
jk, looks actually good
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10 minutes ago, Archangelic said:
I didn't say you could use my template.......
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Time to hunt!
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this will be a fun ride +1
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4 minutes ago, ✗ ≬ ≬ ♏αɟεoℓog ≬ ≬ ✗ said:
how is it a creature?
0It can breath underwater.
No longer a human, by any chance.
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ANY MT DENY THIS APPLICATION
((please))
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The Facilities of Freedom
in Atlas Roleplay Archive
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"When a Nation harbors killers, also known as Ascended, they arent worth much, to be honest" Nei grumbles.