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MC-Name: Cloutfather_ RP-Name: Rhys Cerusil Persona-ID: 80116

Yves smiles the sun's smile.

Yves' eyes narrow slightly as he reads the details of the invitation, his mind swiftly calculating the logistics. With a determined look, he sets the invitation down on a nearby table and crosses the room to a grand wardrobe filled with luxurious garments!

Yves finds solace beneath the sprawling branches of the memory tree. His noble countenace betrays the weight of his contemplation as he rests his hand upon his chin. With furrowed brows, he delves into the depths of his mind, determined to find the perfect name for his yet-to-be-born son!

GOVERNMENT NAME: Yves Halcourt SUMMER’S OLD (AGE): 28 DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A CITIZEN OF PETRA?: Oui VOTE GRANTED TO CANDIDATE: Victor Olivier ((MC NAME: )) Cloutfather_

As the final moments approach, Yves takes a deep breath, savoring the blend of nervousness and exhilaration that swirls within him. His heart beats with an ecstatic rhytmn, a symphony of emotions that crescendos to a harmonious pitch!

MC Name: Cloutfather_ RP Name: Rhys Cerusil Race: Helf Affiliation: Celianor Character Age: 50-ish

Rp name : Yves Olivier Username: Cloutfather_ Age: 20 ish All

OOC INFO: MC Name: Cloutfather_ Discord: You have mine RP INFO: Character’s name: Rhys Cerusil Character’s race Helf Any particular skills: nah Affiliations and Allegiances: Celia’nor

Yves returns home from the war, his weary eyes scanning the familiar surroundings of his home. Despite the peacefulness of his surroundings, the phrase "WE SMASH YA BOYS!!" echoes through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine...

Discordtag : cl0utfather#0871 MC Name :Cloutfather_ RP Name : Yves Olivier RP Age : 20-ish

CERUSIL WEDDING A UNION OF ELOISE AND RHYS Published by the Cerusil Council A Union of Book and Steel A union is to be formed between the aheral, Eloise Cerusil, the youngest of Atul Cerusil’s descendants, who like her father, bears a kinship of sorts with the academics just as her predecessors have before her, and Rhys, a stoic aheral and warrior alike residing in the midst of the diraar, unwavering in his servitude for this nation, whilst also a man of humble tendencies as he often refrains disclosure of his might. One can expect a prosperous future to unfold as a result of this destined union. With sound mind and earnest hearts, we truly behold the belief that in spite of any trials and tribulations the two valiant individuals may face following their union, in Celia’nor’s grace, we believe them to persevere as they have thus far nevertheless. So It is with great pleasure and privilege after a seam of short lived deliberation, the members amongst the Council of Cerusil, and the Matriach, Mordu’lar Senna Cerusil has with surmountable ease, sanctioned what is to be expected, a harmonious marriage. In light of Rhys’s notable successes and continuance of esteemed greatness as a consequence of his seemingly endless ambition, the Cerusil Talonnii intend on embracing him with pride upon what is to be a gallant day, to which the pairing will be solidified in a ceremonial exchange, for all of Celia’nor to bear witness. Upon an idyllic moonlit night, Eloise Cerusil and Rhys became aligned, bound to form a connection through a common liaison for erudition and warfare. Mirrors of equivalent affections only derive from two espoused beings which share such a blessing of interconnectedness. A champion and novelist, together as one. Their sentiments have humble beginnings, intertwining, crossing paths within an athenaeum filled with books. Both psyches were entranced, cherishing an exchange of tragically written tales. Undoubtedly an empyrean pair, they too have reached aerial heights with their love for psychedelics. Having mounted illusory dragons and trained to become bravura escapologists, there lies no void that may isolate one or the other. Frenetically devoted lovers, they will finally accord the fabric of love, one needle and a thread. “An era of eros, a tick for loving talk, a coming together of the lovers that render living whole.” OOC: SUNDAY 5th 6:30pm EST Invitation: ARISTOCRACY OF CELIANOR & VASSALS Her Highness Princess Valyris Ibarellan | @Cepheid Evarir Veralya Wynasul, and their Talonii | @Amuletic Evarir Aurelius Haelimah, and their Talonii | @aWhyte Virar Serigne Py’lrie, and their Talonii | @Allien Virar Theoden Akaln’riv, and their Talonii | @FredrickTeufel Virar Aestenia Aevaris, and their Talonii | @Maevlin Virar Thalon Nullivari, and their Talonii | @_Sug Laurir Ante'ahern Athri'onn, and their Talonii | @Air Noron Kraal of Dralguuna, and their Talonii | @_Hexe_ AY’PUERAN; The Honourable Lady, Eloise Cerusil, Member of the Cerusil Talonnii, A Scholar of the Talonn’ii The Honourable Diraar, Rhys, Llir’lye of the Elcihi’heial, Member of the Celia’diraar, Member of the Silver Pheonix Society The Honourable Mordu’lar, Senna Cerusil, Laurir of the Cerusil Talonnii, presiding member of the High Council in the Principality of Celia’nor.

To the esteemed Lord Raziel Amethil, Greetings from a humble servant of the land. I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I am writing to humbly request the opportunity to be taken under your wing as your pupil. I hope that I am not too late for this opportunity and that there may still be a chance for me to join your esteemed ranks. I am aware that I am but a newcomer to Celia'nor, however, I assure you that I have spent the past weeks dedicated to furthering my abilities to better serve the nation. I have been using my skills to protect the citizens of the land as a Diraar, and I firmly believe that the mastery of the arcane arts will allow me to serve the greater good of the nation even more effectively. I find this land to be my home and its people to be worth protecting. I have no doubt with the magic that you will teach me can help me better protect and serve them, and I am eager to hone my skills under your guidance. I am grateful for the opportunity that you have given to the citizens of the Celia'nor to study magic, and I assure you that I will not take this chance for granted. I am dedicated to using my abilities for the good of the nation and its people. I humbly ask that you consider taking me under your wing and allowing me the chance to grow and develop as a person I promise to apply myself with all my heart and to be a diligent student. However, if I were to be rejected, I would still be more than grateful for the opportunity to learn about the rich culture and history of Celia'nor from one as knowledgeable as yourself. Yours truly, Rhys

RP Name: Richarr MC Name: Cloutfather_ Voted: Yes

Thank you for doing the giveaway! Free art why not, ehh? https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Afg-R9uqnSuuQNanm_IipyvhlKqhOLcnGV8tS-C-fPw/edit?usp=sharing

IGN: Cloutfather_ Category: Skinning Artwork: Steampunk Airship Admiral

Ishmael was in a tavern somewhere on the road, enjoying the evening with a mug of ale before he heard of these 'Teyatl Caravan' from a fellow patrons, which obviously piqued his interest, "As-salamu alaykum!" He said to those drunkards as he walks away he'd think to himself. "Having travelling companions wouldn't be soo bad." The Qalasheeni lips formed a smiled, wandering off to god-knows-where.

A letter would arrive on The Wandering Bazaar, the handwriting is rather messy and seemingly rushed, or maybe the author has no solid surface to writes on. Salam. You might not remember it but you gave me a beautiful carpet from your homeland for nothing, now one of my prized possessions. I shall join you on your expedition to return the favor. I eagerly wait for your reply. Sincerely yours, Ishmael of the Sands

Name: Rhys Torena Race: Wood Elf Age: 176 Occupation: Hunter Experience: Been in the hunting game most of his life. Proficiencies (Archery, etc.): Archery, Sword Place of Current Residence: Linandria OOC: Username: Voidemite Nexus Profession+Proficiency: N/A Timezone: EST+11 Do you have Teamspeak?: N

Application Format MC Name: Voidemite IC Name: Juergen von Haust Age: 33 Race: Human, Highlander Minor Backstory: A man of Waldenian root, once his family can be considered wealthy, now nothing after its downfall at his father's hand. After the incident, Juergen has no means of home, nor a family he can get in touch. And now after bored in his current job as a sellsword, the Waldenian man seeks to join in ranks with The Marked Men to further hone his skills in swordplay. After all, hunting and fighting is the only thing he best at.

Juergen von Haust Theme Song: Face Description Juergen has a fairly chiseled, long, and somewhat angular face that is mostly covered by his well groomed dirty blonde beard. The man's jaw seemed strong with a well-rounded chin. The Waldenian man scar is located on his left eyebrows that runs right below his eye, he earned it from his time of war. His dirty blonde hair is usually kept short to prevent disadvantage on battle, such as being pulled.Juergen sharp hazel eye is always up for serious drink, conversation, or even a fight. Body Description Juergen stood strongly at his current age of thirty-three weighing about 183lb and with the height of 5'10ft. The Waldenian man well built body has plenty of body hair and scars on his white skin that he receive from his harsh father. After years of training, it has finally pay off, the Highlander can best with man above average or even scare off some small and lanky man. Other Informations Being a Waldenian root, Juergen obviously has a thick Waldenian accent which sometimes is unclear to some. The man's ill manner always led him to trouble, especially in the tavern when he is in mood of drunk. Personalities Juergen is the typical charming man never afraid to say something out loud in front of the crowd. The von Haust lived by the word as the folk saying, "Nothing worth having comes easy." Always strike for the best and open for any opportunity. The Waldenian man is always loyal to someone he cared or trust, expecting them to portray them to the same loyalty he places in them returned. His cleverness helps him in his swordplay and planning be it at war or accomplishing his goal, but tends to boast around his cleverness or anything at his disposal. Being an intelligent man, he hardly listen to others advice unless he it gains him the upper hand, and speak rather bluntly to others, which sometimes extend to someone in higher position. Family If anyone ever want to play as a von Haust, do let me know through forum or even msg me in game(IGN : Voidemite). Right now, the family is split apart, though Juergen has plan to gather the family again. Gerhardt von Haust, Father(Deceased) Agatha von Haust, Mother(Deceased) Juergen von Haust, Current Patriarch (33, @Heresy) Nicola von Haust, Brother(24, Playable) Verona von Haust, Cousin(28, Playable) Siegfried von Haust, Cousin(13, Playable) Important Belongings Wolfhund- Roughly translates as The Wolf's Fang in Waldenian. A saber once belong to his father, and other patriarch before him. The saber is by far Juergen's most important possessions, for to wield it one must be the patriarch of his house, von Haust. The wielder would be seen as the alpha wolf of the family and gain much respect from them. Wolfhund, the von Haust's patriarch sword. WIP A LOT

Housing Application MC Name: Voidemitr IC Name: Rhys Valhar Race: Wood elf Occupation: Hunter Additional Residents(Ic and their mc names): None. Additional Resident's occupation: None. Have you read the laws and obligations?: Yes, I have.

BASIC INFORMATION « OUT OF CHARACTER NAME » Voidemite « IN CHARACTER NAME » Flynn « SURNAME » Solieur ( Not a noble) « CLASS » C1 « GENDER » Male or female. PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION « DATE OF BIRTH » 26th of the Deep Cold, 1656 « HEIGHT & WEIGHT » 6'0ft, 185lb « EYE, SKIN & HAIR COLOR » Hazel eyes, White skin, Brown hair « CULTURE » N/A « MARKINGS » Small scars that runs at the edge of his right eyebrow. PERSONAL INFORMATION « HOME ADDRESS » N/A « PROVINCE » N/A « OCCUPATION » Mercenary CITIZEN'S OATH « ALL CITIZENS » I, Flynn Solieur, 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.

Out-Of-Character Information Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication! What’s your Minecraft account name?: Voidemite How old are you?: 15 What timezone are you in?: GMT +11 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?: Structures that defy the laws of physics, underground or automated farms, floating leaves and strip-mining Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): None How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I searched Minecraft roleplay server 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): Yes Definitions Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person! Plagiarizing will result in the automatic denial of your application! What is roleplaying?: To play as a character rather than yourself, or to put it simply act as if you are the character you are playing. What is metagaming?: To use information out of your characters knowledge and use it to your advantage. Ex: You know players name just because you read his name at the chat. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?:To do something out of your OC limits/ not letting another rper to respond/defend Ex: -You split someone into two, thus not allowing them to react. In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Flynn Solieur Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Heartlander Character’s age: 25 Biography : Flynn was born in 1565 to a seamstress named Jennifer Soliuer, and a father whom passed away before the child was born, in a small town somewhere on the realm of Vailor. The widow took care of the boy the way it is meant to be, though she rather let him discover things by himself. By the age of 14, The heartlander boy had to do simple labor as his mother went sick, at least that's the thing he can do to help their financial problems. Sadly his mother had to die in result of her sickness at the boy age of 15, she left a note on where to go when she pass away. Flynn journeyed to Felsen, heading to his uncle's home. At the time he had arrived, his uncle, Jacob, introduced him to his son, Alistair and at the same time taught him to wield a sword. The two form close bond quite easily, at their spare time from training, they helped Jacob's wife selling vegetables at the market. On the day of transfer from Vailor to Axios Flynn and Alistair managed to escape though Jacob and his wife could not. They decided to form a mercenary band as they arrive but the duo gets into an arguments of who should be the leader, but Alistair came on as the winner of the fists battle. The heartlander seemingly dissapointed by the result of the match, stormed out from the band and live on as a solo mercenary, the two haven't meet with each other ever since. Upon his arrive at the city of Johannesburg, he receive a contract to capture a Demigryph, together with fellow mercenaries he went, luckily, they manage to pull it off by putting the Demigryph inside captivity. As they return, the group sold it to the wealthy man who had interest on the beast, and share the minas evenly. Currently, Flynn has no permanent means of stay rather he slept on any small inn at the city of Johannesburg or even set a camp in the wilderness. Personality Traits: Likes: Minas- Flynn has always been greedy of Minas, or anything shiny likes gold. Though the man would not likely to steal from his friends. Jokes- Flynn love hearing jokes as much as making one. The heartlanders jokes usually consist of making fun of others, jokes that won't harm anyone, or even simple puns. He done it to keep himself and others entertained. Alcohol- A glass of ale or anything with alcohol cheers him up. At the tavern, Flynn's first choice must be ordering a glass full of it. Dislikes: Magic- Never had a knowledge about it, Flynn despise and even scared to face a mage. Most likely, he would be stunned on his position if he ever fight one. Animals- Flynn depises animals for unkown reason. to him, taking care of one is just a waste of time and money. Ambitions: Flynn dreamed to one day to have decent sized home with lovely family for the day of his retirement. A simple life is all he need, caring wife and children and peaceful scenarios. Strengths/Talents: Swordplay- All the years of training had pay off. Flynn as of now, could take on a slightly bigger enemy than him. Silver-tongued- The heartlander know how to get himself a cheaper price from a merchant. He has been doing this for years now. Deceitful- Flynn's tongue is as sharp as his blade. Able to get things done just by his word, even deceive someone in higher position than him is possible. Weaknesses/Inabilities: No knowledge about magic- Flynn worst nightmare would have to be this. When fighting against a mage, he has no idea on how to counter it. Weak left hand- Flynn's weakness is located on his left hand. He received this at his first fight against a Demigrpyh, unable to recover. Up to now, the pain still lingers around it. Reckless- In a swordfight, Flynn had difficulty of defending himself as his technique consist of striking opponente mercilessly, leaving little to no guard. Though he wore decent armor to cover him up. Appearance: Flynn is 6'0 ft tall man weighing about 185lb, he's body build could be considered as Gymnastic. Flynn had a simple hairstyle called sweptback, his hair color would be brown and had hazel eye color. Skin: