Veggie

Word would not reach Doko Aurelius of his old friend's passing, as no one ever bothered to write the elderly man a letter. Still, his claim of immortality held a bit more weight with each colleague's dying breath.

A blue goblin would find himself roused from his sleep. Something felt wrong, and as he read the latest goings-on of Rozania, he felt the bloodlust nagging at the back of his mind.
Redclyf would fall.
Krug wills it.
And Gnacks shall be his hand.

MC Name:

         FungusGrey

Character's Name:

         Rum

Character's Age:

         15

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         TelvanniMagister

Teacher's RP Name:

         Rigatoni

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 undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

MC Name:

         vegterble

Character's Name:

         Rum

Character's Age:

         12

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

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Musin

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Musin are small, sapient rodents, sharing a very similar appearance with mice. They can stand anywhere from 1'8" to 2'6" with few outliers. Due to their small size and frail physique - being even weaker than Halflings - Musin tend to be pacifist, preferring to dodge rather than strike in a combat scenario. The common consensus is that they are relatives of the Ratiki; once being the runts left to die, now depending on each other. Their eyes and ears are naturally more sensitive than that of a Human, and could easily go down with even a single strike of a dagger. As a result of their eyes being sensitive, they have to squint in bright light, meaning they've halved vision in sunlight. They also preen and clean themselves often, finding pleasure in the activity, though this also helps them avoid the diseases their Ratiki relatives might carry. On top of all this, Musin have lesser souls, meaning they cannot learn magic of any kind. They can, however, activate enchanted items. This serves as one of the very few means for a Musin to actually hurt a descendant. Should a Musin avoid losing their life to any of these means, they can live to about 70 years old, or slightly older.

Rum is a Musin on the shorter side, standing two feet tall and weighing 22 pounds. His fur is mostly grey, with a white muzzle and belly. His eyes are rather squinty, besides when he uses to persuade people for their goods. He also tends to speak highly of himself, believing himself a master thief and scout alike. As such, most anything he comes across, Rum stores neatly where he can, regardless of if they were given willingly. Most of the time, Rum wears warm and "armored" clothes, which really just means they're padded. He claims his attire is optimal for speed and stealth alike. Though, he uses smaller words when he says it.

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

Musin will make clothes with the scraps larger races have left behind, meaning most have loose, torn garments. They can also come in a variety of fur colors, though their eyes are usually pitch black, or the occasional pink or crimson red. They've got large teeth that need to be maintained by eating crunchy or hard foods, so as to keep them manageably short and blunt. They are most similar in appearance to the mus musculus mouse breed.

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

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         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

Baroness Amelie Miriam Aurelius dons her new armor, elated to serve under her Lord-Protector. "Ne'er been prouder. Long may we reign, ye crazy elf." She adjusts the pin of her cape with a smile.

Mellow reads the letter addressed to him, eyes glistening as his mouth forces itself into a painful smile. In his own form of mourning, he grabs a pen and paper, writing a response.
 

Tears drop from Mellow's old face, staining the paper. Yet still, he smiles. Taking a candle and holding it under the letter, he whispers.
"Mumo maiun ron, Delphi. Tell Marb we miss her."

Mellow sits down with a cup of tea, sipping as he reads the letter. He quirks a brow at the contents, not expecting to hear of his old title again. "Bones aren't what they used to be... Might pay a visit, but I'd be no use in a fight."

Spending some time to think and coming back later, he inks a response to his old friend.
 

Jesemun catches wind of a new barony popping up under Urguan. Having little but the clothes on his back and bread in his pockets, he strongly considers going.

2 hours ago, PrincetDime said:

"Tha' would explain teh new Mas'er o' Law," Bella murmurs, reading over the letter. "Third time's teh charm with teh governmen' t'o, aye?" She looks to her infant son, to make sure he's doing alright, before folding up the letter and leaving it so one of her burrowmates could read it next.

Mellow was not strictly a burrowmate, but he stopped in to nab some cookies. Finding the letter, cookie still in his mouth, he read it over. "Oh," was all he said before haphazardly tossing the letter onto the nearest elevated surface for the next burrowmate to find. 

Mellow stared up at the towering mountain stood before him. A light gust caused his hood to flap against his face. To say the mountain was overwhelming was an understatement - yet, to call it an obstacle was to miss the point entirely. The sun was still down, and without any other clear indication of time, Mellow checked his pocket watch.
About three in the morning.

He took a deep breath in as he shoved the watch back into his coat's inner pocket. If he was right about the direction he was facing - which would be north - the wind was coming in from the east. Neither with him nor against him.
Pulling his gold-engraved, ebony wood mask from his coat, Mellow rested it gently upon his face. He pulled his scarf up over the front of it. The cold of the mountain was intimidating, but it was only a slight nip in the air from ground level. He resisted the urge to check his watch again, knowing hardly a minute had passed where he'd stood there, paralyzed by the nigh-insurmountable task he'd granted himself.

"Come on, you bastard. You're not old yet, just move," Mellow told himself. With a deep, shaky breath, he took his first step. His body practically moved on autopilot, one foot following the other in a rhythmic drum muffled by the dirt below him. Wolves howled in the distance, rebellious youths stayed up vandalizing churches in the town nearest, but there Mellow was - making his way up a mountain when absolutely no one asked him to.

A chill ran down his spine as he walked, and a thought sunk in.
You know you might die, right? This isn't a safe journey.
He shushed his inner monologue, not because he didn't care, but because he knew he'd care too much. Maybe he would be attacked by wolves, or fall off the mountain, or even freeze to death, but the monks would save him, right?
Some part of him doubted that, but as comforting thoughts went, that was all he had.

Why are you doing this, anyway? No one asked you to. No one benefits.
Mellow disregarded the intrusive thoughts as they came. It was true - he didn't know why he was doing this. Only that he had to.

He pulled his coat tighter as a particularly harsh gust of wind blew over him. Yet, he couldn't allow himself to be deterred.

Eventually, he found his way into the snow. The cutoff from grass and dirt to pure white upon the ground was so sudden, in fact, it caught him entirely off guard. He pulled a match from his pocket, then lit the lantern hanging down from his oversized backpack, shutting it thereafter. As he shook the match's fire out, he saw something in the distance. A shallow cave, if you could even call it that. Just large enough to comfortably set up camp.

He adjusted the bag weighing heavy on his back, then headed inside. Nothing but chilled stone and a quality of dampness in the air. Yet still, much better than taking a break in the snow.

His back was set upon the ground, and a campfire was laid out, lit by his still-burning lantern. He could quite look forward to his food, given it was mostly just dried and salted meat, but he did have to eat. It was still a long journey ahead. A familiar face sat beside him as he heated up his meat.

"What are you trying to prove, Mellow? Do you simply wish for others to know you're strong?" Mellow's hard-to-define, mind-confined doppelganger inquired, wrapping his arms around one knee while the other leg laid straight across the ground. Mellow took a bite of his meat with closed eyes, almost as if to ignore Smiley, but his response did come eventually.

"I think you know I don't have the answer to that. We're of one brain. A person and a half, if you will," he responded. There was a certain comfort in having Smiley there, yes, but the deep-prodding questions were not entirely welcomed.

"I'm aware. Are you aware that if you die, we both die? Yet, you're risking that and you don't even know why?"
Smiley awaited an answer. None came.

"Mellow... Doko. Do you even know who you are?"
Mellow flinched at the use of his real name. He meant to shoot a glare at Smiley, yet his expression was tired, his eyes were soft.

"I have a feeling you're about to tell me."
"No. No one can tell you that but you. Yet... you let them."
Mellow finished his meat and stood up. He turned around briefly to grab his backpack, and when he looked back to the fire, Smiley was gone. He decided it best to keep moving forward.

As he came further up the mountain, the wind harshly flapped the ginger's hood against his face. His mask protected him from actually getting hurt, but he could feel it indeed. He stood still and lifted his mask for a moment, taking a far-too-cold swig of vodka from his canteen. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring water, he knew it'd freeze. As he picked up walking again, he felt as though someone was marching alongside him.
His aunt Marb.
His dead aunt Marb.

"Doko... You have grown into a warrior. I wish I could have been there more. To watch you grow, to see you learn. Fen odo, my nephew."
Doko sniffled as he saw her, and immediately attempted to swoop her up in a hug. Yet, she was not truly there. Not in any corporeal sense.
"Aunt Marb, I... It's been so hard. Everyone expects me to know what I'm doing, but I don't. I never have."
She shook her head, the red and blue over her right and left eyes respectively glinted by the light of his lantern.
"You don't give yourself enough credit. So maybe I set up the land deal with Sarissa. Rozania. You were the one who followed through. You acted when it would have been so easy to give up. My pride for you is boundless."
The two kept walking side by side in silence. It's not that Doko didn't want to speak, but he couldn't manage a single word between his sobs. His tears dripped down his face, absorbing into his mask before they got a chance to freeze.

His mask, of course, was used to this by now.

While he may have been freezing on the outside, seeing his aunt one last time gave him a powerful inner warmth that fought the chill fiercely.

And still, Doko continued, even when he could no longer see or feel her walking beside him.

He came to the peak of the mountain, dipping a toe in the metaphorical grave. He felt weak, his legs wanted to give out. But ahead, there was another figure. Medium-length ginger hair. A dress shirt with rolled sleeves. Leather gloves with light plating on the fingers to protect from poorly-aimed hammer strikes.

A golden glint set upon his goggles from the rising sun. Doko removed his mask to look clearly at the man.

"Mellen?"
The figure turned around to face Doko. He looked exactly as his grandma had described.

"You certainly took your time." He turned to face the rising sun once more. Doko walked up to stand beside him, feeling a gentle breeze roll over his face and blow his hood down.

"I've tried so hard to be like you. The way you... helped people. They actually cared about you. No- they still do. I just- I don't understand."
Mellen chuckled, setting his hand on Doko's shoulder. He could really feel it there, even if there was no weight, no pressure from his hand.
"No amount of effort can make you someone you're not. You know the tale of Amdalla? I'm sure it's made its way down to you."
Doko nodded slowly. Amdalla was a figure of dah'Rini mythology. He was said to have made his own journey up a grand mountain, only to slay the great beast that sat atop it.

"You're a lot like him in a lot of ways. You're a warrior at heart, but much like Amdalla, you don't want to fight. You were simply born into it."
Doko wiped a tear from his eye, sitting down with his legs hanging over the edge of the mountain. The height of it was even more staggering from up top.

"But I want to stop. I'm just so tired."
"The curse of our bloodline. I've never known an Aurelius to be without sleeping ails." He sat down beside Doko, keeping an arm around him. "We're fighters, but... We all have our moment of breaking. When it all just becomes too much. And I've also never known an Aurelius to survive that."
"So there will come a time when I can't take it anymore... and die?"
Mellen shook his head. "That moment already came when you started up the mountain. Yet, look around. You made it to the top alive."
"Then... What do I do? Was I not supposed to survive the trip?"
"You're simply of a greater will than your ancestors. I'm no exception, my moment came far too soon. As for what you do now..." He stood up once more.
"Rise, Amdalla."

And rise, he did.

3 minutes ago, PrincetDime said:

Belladonna would see the crude drawing on one of her trips to visit Yong Ping, stopping to frown at it. "Is this wha' tha' dwed was on abou' in me tavern?" She rubs her left shoulder, frown deepening. "Oi don' like teh idea o' vampires bein' 'round..." Then she calls for her hawk and writes a quick note to Mellow about the bounty.

Mellow receives the letter and squints at it. "They're offering fish for the bounties...? Might as well look into it, I suppose." He pulls his trusty Rose armor out of storage.

Mellow basks in the Holy Light of GOD, for he hath become saved. Three prayers minimum would be needed to give thanks for such kindness from His Church.

The self-proclaimed Knight of the Rose gave a two-finger salute to the heavens above. "The world will never be the same!"

Mellow salutes the notice with two fingers. Somehow, the sense of looming dread felt comforting. Like the world would be ending.

"We lost another good one today. Take care... friend."

Mellow sits in his home, lights all out. He stares across the room at his new, yet still-unfinished set of armor. "The blood spilled here today... It's on your hands, Oisin. No innocents my ass." He takes one last look at the armor, then closes his eyes.

"Bloody lucky I had that concussion."

Mellow pens a response exactly as soon as he gets the paper, practically tearing it out of the poor civil servant's hand. "One strong step towards preventing a war."

Username: vegterble
RP Name: Mellow
Address: Property 2, dah'Rini District

Vote: William Buckfort

Mellow reads over the missive with a sigh. "Hard times are ahead. I'd best get ready." He turns to his armor, looking to make a few adjustments.

[!] Flyers have been posted all around Almaris, with an especially high concentration around Yong Ping and Rozania!
Upcoming Festival in Rozania!

Everyone is invited!

Experience the culture of the Maiun dah'Rin as if it were your own! Activities include drinking, smoking cactus green, playing music, telling short stories, and a backflip competition later in the day!

Winner of the backflip competition gets a golden hand-shaped mask made by Natshen Mellow himself, along with bragging rights.

As it is a festival primarily meant for fun, you may wear anything you'd like, but colorful and comfortable clothes are recommended! Outside food/drinks/drugs are allowed, and even encouraged!

Bring your friends, family, acquaintances, and enemies! The festival will be held in the dah'Rini district to the right of Rozania's main gate.

Signed, Natshen Mellow Lumuni dah'Rin.

And yes, you're required to follow Rozanian laws during your stay. That means no fighting.

Personal invitations have been sent to the following people:

OOC:

Mellow makes a mental note to give Diona praise later, given all the hard work she does.

Bips cannot read.

Bips most certainly would attend! After all, what's a sleepover without two Sprites?

Mellow took a deep breath in as he stared at the empty bottles before him. His shirt was half-tucked, his hair looked as if it'd never been brushed, and it was clear at a glance that he had no clue where he was. Haense? Norland? Yong Ping would certainly make sense, given the distance - had he even left Sarissa? Never again with this kind of thing, he knew this was unhealthy and frankly unsafe. He stumbled away from the bar and out into the cobbled streets of anywhere. It was nighttime, there was a nip in the air. A soft breeze blew over him, to which he shivered and crossed his arms. Now, how do you find your way home when you're too drunk to remember where you are? The answer is actually quite simple, you get a friend to take you. As such, a soon-to-be friend called over to him.

"Mellow, you utter buffoon," a familiar voice called over. Too familiar.
"Who said that?" Mellow looked around for the source, only to lock eyes with the spitting image of himself. Well- himself when he wears his mask, at least. Even in his blurred vision, he could make out the intricacies of such a familiar item.

The doppelganger spoke back. "Think of me as a friend. The only one you've got at the moment."

Mellow rubbed his eyes once, twice, three times. Yet the man was still there. Focusing in on him, he noted the long hair with a short ponytail in the back, the outfit - albeit, less scuffed than his own - was the same as well.
"Are you real? A-are you me?"
"As real as the day you were born. I'm not you, but we were once one. It's not much of a business persona anymore, is it?"
He took a shaky breath, exhaling fog into the open air. Drinks don't make this happen, right?
But the only other explanation is that, in some capacity, it's real.

"You're s-saying that you're... Mister Smile? But that's- How?"
"Two things. One, yes, I'm that Mister Smile. You let yourself be geistreached so your friends would be spared. That's when I showed up. Second, you really don't need to speak out loud. I'm only in your head, after all."

Mellow could hardly believe what he was hearing. Yet, he did have vague memories of that, and that's around the time people claimed his mask was haunted.
So that would mean-
"I can hear your thoughts, you know. Yes, anytime you wore the mask between then and now, I took over. Sometimes, I stayed regardless of the mask. Now, I need you to trust me on one thing."
"A-and what-" Mellow caught himself speaking aloud, then resumed speaking in the safety of his own mind. "What might that be?"
"I am not your enemy. I'm here to help. With the clarification I can take over whenever I need, I'm still going to ask permission. Let me take over."
"Just- just like that? Why? How long?"
"Long enough that you don't die in the street. Deal?" Smile stuck his hand out to shake, which Mellow tried to accept. In that instant, when his real, meaty hand collided with the entirely mental one before him, they switched places. Smile was in full control.
He muttered a single sentence under his breath.

"Let's get you home."

MC Name:

         vegterble

Character's Name:

         Mellow

Character's Age:

         23

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery

Teacher's MC Name:

         PrincetDime

Teacher's RP Name:

         Belladonna Proudfoot

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

         Nope

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Of course

Mellow read the missive and sighed. Looks like the Aurelius tradition of being killed by lovers continues...

King William Buckfort, first of your name,

I am honored and humbled to have been given this opportunity, not just to govern my people on your land, but to truly have a home there. Your people, the Sarissans I've grown to love, are forever welcome within the homes of the dah'Rini. Should there be any way I could pay you back, don't hesitate to say the word.

And to all the Buckforts, a message; by hearts, we are connected. By souls, we are one.

I graciously accept this housing, and I look forward to a long history with Sarissa.

Glory to the Maiun, glory to Sarissa.
Natshen Mellow Lumuni dah'Rin.

Mellow would look the poster over a few times, committing the details to memory. "Not usually my thing, but... Sarissa forever."