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I think we should ban all conflict and insults, Cause when someone calls me fat (I'm 350lbs) I get very sad.

In the heart of the Apostolic City, Holy Ser Robert strode with an air of solemnity, a shroud of dread veiling his noble visage. Through the hallowed corridors and streets, he wandered, the weight of perceived failure heavy upon his shoulders.

With each step, he sought solace, pacing the sacred grounds under the watchful gaze of the heavens. Hours stretched into eternity as he grappled with the burdens of his duty.

At last, weary but resolute, the Holy Knight sought sanctuary within the hallowed halls of the Holy See. There, in the embrace of divine silence, he poured out his soul in fervent prayer, seeking redemption and guidance amidst the trials of his sacred charge.

"Your Holiness Sixtus VI,
 

May the Creator's guiding light elevate your soul to the highest heavens, where peace and tranquility await your weary spirit. Forgive us, your devoted brethren, for our absence in your hour of need. I vow to redouble my efforts, to shield God's flock with unwavering devotion and renewed fervor.

Rest assured, Sixtus VI, for your legacy shall inspire and propel us onward. As you find solace in divine embrace, your successors shall chart the course ahead.

Amen." 

Tears trickled down Robert's weathered face as he fervently prayed. He remained there, immersed in his supplications, until exhaustion overtook him, rendering him unable to continue.

Holy Ser Robert stands guard outside the Pontiff's quarters, where injuries has cast a shadow. With quiet determination, he watches over the sacred space, his presence a symbol of faith and protection. Amidst the worry, his steadfast vigil offers reassurance and hope for the Pontiff's recovery.

Holy Ser Robert looked at the missive, read it, and then proceeded to use it to wipe his ass.

"It made for good lavatory paper. GOD bless the paper has not been wasted!" 

Holy Ser Robert would read the missive, Letting out a sigh as he read the words. 
As he later caught up with Ser Gerard to question him about it, He saw the response he was drafting and the report, letting out yet another sigh.  
"To think someone cursed, Waited so long. Then to not ask the church but Paladins?" 
Robert would shake his head as he wrote the response
"I pray for them to make better decisions in the future, May GOD guide them in to the right path!"
Holy Ser Robert would go back to his holy duty, patrolling the roads of canondom protecting GOD's flock.

Holy Ser Robert Maxwell would be walking the grounds of the Holy See, Holding the missive in hand. As he strode through the garden a smile could be seen cracking 
"Congratulations Chris, Your dedication paid off." 
The Holy Knight would mutter as he kept walking along, In the warmth of the sun. 
Robert would stop gazing out over the water looking upon the capital city of Whitespire
 "GOD bless you two, I know GOD will rejoice this union."

FULL NAME: Robert Maxwell

AGE: 39

PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Fighting Darkspawn (Holy Knight of Canondom), Dueling and other combat.

METHOD OF CONTACT:
Discord: Lagarn
MC: Lagarn_

The ducal guardsman would shine his armour, Polish his blade. Addorn his finest steel, He would stand in the palace with a proud poster "Duke Joseph, I rejoice in your Union with Lady Charlotte, The guard is ready!" He would bow as the duke passed. 

MC Name:

         Lagarn_

Character's Name:

         Uz-Rahku

Character's Age:

         43

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Olog

Transformed form:

         N/A

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Ologs are a dominant subrace emboding formidable size and strength. integral to the orcish culture. You rarely find a Olog not immersed in orcish culture, deeply rooted in their way of life. yet their mysterious origins lack a definitive historical account. While ancient theories suggested that they come from unions between trolls and orcs, the absence of evidence dismisses such theories. Whether through inbreeding, selective breeding, or natural adaptation, Ologs are undeniably intrinsic to orcish culture.

Physically robust Ologs' build stems from a broader bone structure with healthy weights ranging from 500-650 pounds. Overeating tendencies can push the average Olog's weight to 920 pounds posing health risks. Despite emotional complexity Ologs are perceived as relatively unintelligent, their animalistic mindset prioritizing survival-related pursuits over interests in entertainment or learning.

Learning is gradual for Ologs with limited comprehension of cause and effect, limiting pursuits in complex crafts or certain magics. Ologs often rely on others for guidance and sustenance, finding contentment in well-fed comfort. 
Ologs usually towers at 8 to 10 feet Ologs surpass the average descendant. Ologs taller than 9 feet usually are influenced by the added gravitational strain.
 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Uz-Rahku is a quite tall Olog standing at a solid 9'5. His frame also being quite imposing as he is quite stocky, Weighing in at almost 760lbs. His body would also adorn many battle marks and scars. Showing his battle hardened body. His skintone would be that of blue, with a green hue. 
Uz-Rahku would have big tusks protruding from his lower jaw. The boast a good natural weapon. His face would also be quite battle hardened adorning several smaller and medium sized scars. His face would also seem quite angry at most times. Due to his facial feature. 
Uz-Rahku also adorns wild black hair ontop of his head, Looking to not have been taken care for at all. Wildly growing a bit everywhere.
 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         no

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

MC Name:

         Lagarn_

Character's Name:

         Robert Maxwell

Character's Age:

         35

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Pepto_Bismol_

Teacher's RP Name:

         Father Galadain

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         no

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

 Robert would receive the news of his fellow Brother's passing and the heroic deed he had performed. During reading the letter he would not shed a tear, his expression remaining stoic. 

Robert would take a seat in the Temple signing the Lorraine before praying silently with only a few words being murmured.  

"Brother, I’m sure The Father has already welcomed you. But I pray that you found the peace you wanted. For your actions shall never be forgotten. In memory you shall live, Until we meet once again.”
 

As he continued to sit there a tear could be seen rolling down Robert’s cheek. As time passed. Robert would eventually stand up. Signing the lorraine yet again before walking out of the Temple with determined steps.

Arthur smiles, Knowing he helped to put scum away

Arthur of Lorraine, Would smile his olden face lightning up with warmth

Very CONFUSED face grimaces “Uhhh, They killed their own people, Ughhh?”

Arthur would be working, Sweat lingering down his forehead as he took out support beam after support beam. Panel and stone as the magnificent structure went down

Arthur of Lorraine would be in the barracks sobbing the great loses of beloved comrades and brothers in arms “That it had to come to this, That bandits and lies would bring this upon us. But I will die beside my brothers atleast and be united in heaven. For I have kept a clear mind done my prayers and will fight for what I believe” He left the room grabbing a sword and bow ”This last battle, Shall be were I lay down my sword, were I die for my belief”

“GOD wills it!”

God Bless Lorraine