TheIchorDruid

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Biography: Include more detail, perhaps what he did in his past time, what job role did he fill?

Ambitions: What interested him with his goal, what does he currently do to achieve it?

Appearance: Rather than listing, perhaps try and explain perhaps (if) he has any scars, how and what caused them? Etc.

Also please remember to include reference to the skin you plan to use for your character!

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MC Name:  Torkoal_Tom

Character's Name: Quillian Serene

Character's Age: 125

Character's Race: Feral / Wood Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?: Herbalism and blight healing

Teacher's MC Name: RideTheSky

Teacher's RP Name: Toren

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

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes

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

Woop, a pleasure to work with you all !

Quillian's head fell to stare vacantly at the floor, another beloved friend fallen in the short space of a week. Her frame grew rather stiff, the elfess simply stood their motionless. One could question how she managed to stand without tumbling unto the floor as Quillian closely resembled something much like a puppet without strings, unknown how to accordingly react, guilt consuming her clouded mind.

"I should have come after you when you ran... for you would not be with the stars.. for that I am truly sorry beloved friend"

The mourning elfess simply mumbled before retreating into the tavern.

Quillian let out a rather horrific snarl upon hearing the loss of her dedicant, she would dip her head and mutter "Aspects guide you, young dedicant" her eyes blazed with anger as the woman became beast.. bolting upon her paws.

The beast will hunt.

Reading the current weakness of ferals and seeing how they're neutral creatures, aside from the soul affliction. I must agree with sky. +1

MC Name: Torkoal_Tom

Character's Name: Quillian Serene

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

Transformed form: Feral

Creator's MC Name: RideTheSky

Creator's RP Name: Toren

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature: Ferals are individuals that can change their shape to a lupine form with ailments towards metals such as gold and silver. These individuals are cursed with an incurable effect in which causes them to go through a very painful transformation into their wolf form, though these beings are gifted with many advantages like their true, wolven cousins (heightened senses) in which are also balanced out with their disadvantages, for example bright flashes (in which wolf be extremely blinding to the ferals sensitive vision) to holy magic. Whilst in their transformative stage, these creatures are extremely prone to attack and vulnerability due to their immobile state whilst such a painful transformation takes place. Though when they are shifted, ferals are incapable of wielding any sort of weaponry or manipulating any magic. Ones whom become subject to the curse will find themselves with an overwhelming hunger for flesh, to the point where the mere sight of blood can cause a transformation, other factors that can cause these creatures to shift is a rather large outburst of anger. Once the individual has become more experienced with such a transformation, the pain will slowly die down once they become accustomed to it, as well as having heightened speed, strength and senses more so than their humanoid form.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: No.

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

 Are you aware 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 transformation type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?: Understood.

Do you consent to accepting what may happen to this character?: Yes.

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: No.

MC name:

Torkoal_Tom

Forum name:

TorkoalTom

Discord Name and Tag:

Torky#3015

What is your timezone?:

GMT

How do you wish to work on the wiki? (Writing, updating lore, etc):

My skills range from both creative writing, updating current lore and graphics design in which I could implement 

said skills towards any aspect of the Wiki that currently need Addressing.

Have you worked on the, or any wiki before?:

Nope.

Which lore are you most familiar with?:

Elven, Feral, Druidism, Dominion.

Please provide an example of a wiki page you are not satisfied with and list aspects that could be improved:

Currently I think that most lore pages, may, need updating due to our current dismissal from Axios; that the history could be currently updated.

Please provide an example of a wiki page you see as a model example and list your reasoning:

Due to my role upon the team prioritizing around the general art of the Wiki, I don't believe this relates to my role, though I shall update the application if so.

Please showcase your abilities with either:

1. A short writing on the subject of your choosing.

2. An example of an 'other' (Already completed wiki pages are a plus!):
3. My art examples can be found as the graphics for the livesteam post that was published by Ragnio, I'm also currently doing a request for sam!
4.  
5.  

An old friend and still surprises me with something new, wish you luck ! +1

A charming fellow with a lot of potential... But please format your application.. It hurts my eyes +1

Great individual with some rather good roleplay +1

Rather interesting fellow, but I've not had any negative interactions with him and seems he'd fit the role pretty well +1

Sky is an absolute pleasure to be around, the roleplay I have had with him (though minimal) has been quite memorable and his professionality outside of the roleplay is something that the team could benefit from! +1

Quillian pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes glancing to her daughter with a clear frown contoured upon her visage. The mountain lions beside the elfess let out a curt yawn, tongues curling upward during the process as Quillian paced by them. Quillian was far too exhausted to be informed of such news, especially during the events that had just occurred.

"Even in times of crisis, and the end of the lands we called home, comes to a close. Why do we always find ourselves still stooping? We are all truly damned beings... Orsul evermore so"  Quillian rested a hand upon one, of three, mountain lion's head frowning to herself upon what was to come and the havoc that will never truly cease to end.

A silence filled the ships royal chambers, Quillian's face conflicted upon her thoughts, Ethel's hand soon lingering forth and placing upon her shoulder, a respectful nod motioning towards her mother.

"The command is yours to make mother.. What shall we do?" 

Quillian turned about upon the wood where she stood, drawing a small pace back "Nothing, child. We shall stay neutral in this situation until the time comes in which we make a choice. This is not our war to fight."

Those whom found themselves within the stone walls of Santegia began to discover rather swollen and oddly dark cloud looming overhead. A horrific grumble, like the gods themselves were stomping, shook the skies and even the foundations of the famous Santegian tavern; the drunken Stallion. Their light muttering and laughter was soon silenced as the first strike of lightning splintered across the darkened skies; but such a strike was far too distant and barely audible, that those within the tavern or about the square simply shrugged it off - resuming their normal, day to day discussions.

Though such conversing only lasted for mere moments before the stampede of heavy boots thumped against the stonework of the square, followed by the ear ringing shrill of a man’s desperate cries. His bone digits wafted through the air, begging for any kind of attention he might be granted, which was more than he had anticipated. Crowds of Santegian men and women presented themselves around the panicked man, a look of confusion and concern contoured upon their visage.

Beads of sweat lined the poor man’s forehead, patches of grime and dirt marred his rather pale, northern features. Bloodshot red eyes flickered like a candle flame about the strange features about him, opening his dried and cracked lips to spout “T-They’re coming! T-They’re going to take us!” His voice was a shrill, ringing in the ears of those gathered.

Though this just caused the Santegians to grow ever more lost upon the matter, a few members glanced over their shoulders, expecting perhaps even a glimpse of what this mad man was spouting about… But nothing. Only thick gray clouds huddled together upon the horizon of Asul, the promise of rain ever looming closer by the seconds.

“What are you spouting about?” A familiar face of a Santegian Prince spoke with a rather concerned tone, eyes narrowing towards the mess of a man presented before the group.

“T-The men from the skies! I-I saw them and now they are coming for me..” Soon after the mad man’s words recited, a crack of lightning once more pierced the darkened skies, this time it seemed closer; though still too far to source where such a bolt had struck - causing the citizens to once more shrug it off.

Quickly the torn boots of the distressed man lumbered forth, digits clinging upon the arm of another Santegian man, beginning to rag him to and fro; screaming over and over again “Take him instead! Take him!”

This caused a rather expectant growl to utter beneath the Sategian man’s lips, a gloved hand shot down upon were his trusted dagger rested sheathed, soon positioning it against his palm and piercing it into the skinny legs of the man; gaining a horrified shriek from his lips.

After many attempts at prying the dagger out of his leg and trying to calm the clearly deranged man, the gathering’s attempts failed, causing such a sad fall events to occur shortly after. The ill being reached for the same dagger used to restrain him and sliced it across his throat, uttering the line “I-I will take myself before they ever take me!” before he was indeed deemed dead.

But all was not over, despite what those of Santegia thought.

A spiral of thick ashy smoke lingered in the air of the near distance, the rain began to plummet from the skies like small missiles and shattering against the stone of the square upon their sudden impact. Those gathered were torn upon what to do, for the forestry outside called a shrilled for aid, but the man whom had just ended his life need a rightful burial but there was no time to debate the subject, some individuals lifted the body elsewhere whilst the remaining gathering ventured upon the upper walls of Santegia, in hopes to gain a closer specticle from the source of the flames.

Moments passed and the gathering decided to vacate from the walls of their safety and further investigate just how serious such flames were going to be, but unfortunately the citizens had left it too long. Amber flames licked and gnawed at the plantlife about it, the heat so intense that it began to slowly warm the armour in which some individuals had donned. The area grew more charred and destroyed the gathering worked tiresomely together to extinguish the flames the best they could alongside two gifted mages in which manipulated jets of water to smother the hungry flames.

But they could not save the lands in which they named home.. The smoke began to pollute the air, with masses of carbon monoxide and flakes of concrete powder; those whom had find themselves subject to the fumes began to cough violently as they retreated towards the lands of Haria.

Though this was far from the end. . .

Those whom found themselves within the stone walls of Santegia began to discover rather swollen and oddly dark cloud looming overhead. A horrific grumble, like the gods themselves were stomping, shook the skies and even the foundations of the famous Santegian tavern; the drunken Stallion. Their light muttering and laughter was soon silenced as the first strike of lightning splintered across the darkened skies; but such a strike was far too distant and barely audible, that those within the tavern or about the square simply shrugged it off - resuming their normal, day to day discussions.

Though such conversing only lasted for mere moments before the stampede of heavy boots thumped against the stonework of the square, followed by the ear ringing shrill of a man’s desperate cries. His bone digits wafted through the air, begging for any kind of attention he might be granted, which was more than he had anticipated. Crowds of Santegian men and women presented themselves around the panicked man, a look of confusion and concern contoured upon their visage.

Beads of sweat lined the poor man’s forehead, patches of grime and dirt marred his rather pale, northern features. Bloodshot red eyes flickered like a candle flame about the strange features about him, opening his dried and cracked lips to spout “T-They’re coming! T-They’re going to take us!” His voice was a shrill, ringing in the ears of those gathered.

Though this just caused the Santegians to grow ever more lost upon the matter, a few members glanced over their shoulders, expecting perhaps even a glimpse of what this mad man was spouting about… But nothing. Only thick gray clouds huddled together upon the horizon of Asul, the promise of rain ever looming closer by the seconds.

“What are you spouting about?” A familiar face of a Santegian Prince spoke with a rather concerned tone, eyes narrowing towards the mess of a man presented before the group.

“T-The men from the skies! I-I saw them and now they are coming for me..” Soon after the mad man’s words recited, a crack of lightning once more pierced the darkened skies, this time it seemed closer; though still too far to source where such a bolt had struck - causing the citizens to once more shrug it off.

Quickly the torn boots of the distressed man lumbered forth, digits clinging upon the arm of another Santegian man, beginning to rag him to and fro; screaming over and over again “Take him instead! Take him!”

This caused a rather expectant growl to utter beneath the Sategian man’s lips, a gloved hand shot down upon were his trusted dagger rested sheathed, soon positioning it against his palm and piercing it into the skinny legs of the man; gaining a horrified shriek from his lips.

After many attempts at prying the dagger out of his leg and trying to calm the clearly deranged man, the gathering’s attempts failed, causing such a sad fall events to occur shortly after. The ill being reached for the same dagger used to restrain him and sliced it across his throat, uttering the line “I-I will take myself before they ever take me!” before he was indeed deemed dead.

But all was not over, despite what those of Santegia thought.

A spiral of thick ashy smoke lingered in the air of the near distance, the rain began to plummet from the skies like small missiles and shattering against the stone of the square upon their sudden impact. Those gathered were torn upon what to do, for the forestry outside called a shrilled for aid, but the man whom had just ended his life need a rightful burial but there was no time to debate the subject, some individuals lifted the body elsewhere whilst the remaining gathering ventured upon the upper walls of Santegia, in hopes to gain a closer specticle from the source of the flames.

Moments passed and the gathering decided to vacate from the walls of their safety and further investigate just how serious such flames were going to be, but unfortunately the citizens had left it too long. Amber flames licked and gnawed at the plantlife about it, the heat so intense that it began to slowly warm the armour in which some individuals had donned. The area grew more charred and destroyed the gathering worked tiresomely together to extinguish the flames the best they could alongside two gifted mages in which manipulated jets of water to smother the hungry flames.

But they could not save the lands in which they named home.. The smoke began to pollute the air, with masses of carbon monoxide and flakes of concrete powder; those whom had find themselves subject to the fumes began to cough violently as they retreated towards the lands of Haria.

Though this was far from the end. . .

An absolute joy to be around and with only my limited interactions with him, he seems to be quite entertaining but finds the equilibrium with professionality huge  +1

Had some very memorable moments with this fellow I think he would be great for the team! +1

Queen Quillian Serene glances at the crown atop of her head, whilst perched atop of the Caminam throne, pondering why this document took so long to form, grinning slightly "My sons would have only had claims to a duchy, Rion stands as the future king of Caminus" Also wondering how this decree effects her since she had no titles in Mystra to begin with and Romanos had already revoked the twins' rights and titles.

MC Name:

Torkoal_Tom

Character's Name:

Quillian Serene

Character's Age:

120

Character's Race:

Wood Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?:

Druidism/ Communion and control

Teacher's MC Name:

 GaiaLOTC 

Teacher's RP Name:

 Awaiti Aureon

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

Nope

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

Yes

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

Nope.

The news struck the woman like a bullet to her chest, a hand clutched tightly at her torso as she stared wide eyed at the temporary stone in the Duchy of Mystra, for once in a long time Quillian felt truly struck - the agony she currently felt was far worse than any wound that had ever been inflicted upon her. A bitter wind floated in the stale air, Archbishop Jack had finished uttering the dismissal of Prince Demetrios’ funeral.. But Quillian was not ready to say her own; it felt surreal that her oldest friend had been taken by the hands of the Lucienist dogs.

Soon her plated knees met with the grass, moulding beneath the sudden pressure that the earth had become accompanied with. The tears began to fall, like sail boats lost upon a still ocean, rolling down Quillian’s paled cheeks; the colour completely drained, from the sorrow that had consumed her. The woman lowered her head, strands of brunette curls escaping from the confines of the ribbon that kept them tamed back beneath her armour, framing her face as she sobbed quietly to herself. A strange blend of emotions swirled, but the one she could decipher was loneliness, Demetrios had always been a support in her troubles, the one to extinguish the flames of suffering… but now that was taken away - by a simple blade, a meaningless death.

“D-Demetrios.. You’re a fool..” The woman whimpered behind a shattered tone, bawled gauntlets tightened at her knelt sides, so tight that the knuckles began to whiten, leaving a rather numb throb uttering through her frame.

Of course Quillian knew there was going to be no response from a cold, marred stone - she didn’t really know what she was doing, perhaps finding something, maybe a soft chirp of birds to find comfort in, but there was nothing but a cold silence, lingering like a veil upon the atmosphere.

She lifted a hand from her sides, grazing it over the chipped stone that had his name engraved upon it, her digits trembled as they stalled across the engraving. A choked breath uttered from her parted lips, Quillian’s vision becoming blurred; attempting to tame the violent tears that had stirred the once calmed seas.

“I-I’m sorry.. That I was nae’ here with you one last time.. Y-You were always too heroic.. But you did nae’ die without purpose.. You died protecting your family.. and people.” She bit harshly upon her lip as she spoke, the pang in her chest growing ever stronger, her head feeling ever heavy - like there was an unbearing weight she had to hold it, simply causing her to droop.

Quillian couldn’t help but allow herself to become subject of the memories she shared with Demetrios, the first time she met him.. A mere youngling, vulnerable and bloodied upon a gravelled path, with Houzi gaining closer upon him; he barely able to defend the large swarm due to his weakened state. Together they fought side by side, defending themselves from the torment of the ape men.

Or when he knighted her, after years of service to the Santegian people - a sword gracing her shoulders and the woman rose as Dame The Devoted. One of the memories she swore to cherish, marvelling in the look of pride that emitted from his emerald orbs.

But the one memory that she would forever preserve from the heavy judgement of those whom surrounded them, was their confession to one another - the young love the pair had grown over the years of friendship, a light the pair of them knew would always bind them despite the different lives they would soon come to lead. In which from that love blossomed two precious lives.. Rion and Elias.

After moments of hopeless thinking and reminiscing Quillian brought out the rather creased letter that was addressed to her, written by Demetrios… One fragment drawing her focus, one paragraph that hurt to read, yet she found herself reading it over and over.

“ If I had any regrets, it would be not being able to hold you one last time, like we did back when I was a young man and you a young warrior. Back when we fought basilisks, houzi and oreners. Back, when we knew each other and how they felt.

I love you Quillian Serene “

Quillian brought the note closer to her chest, drawing a rather shape inhale but a sense of tranquility was brought upon the woman. When the arms of her sons wrapped around their mother’s frame, cradling her like she once did as babes, though they kept a rather stoic expression, determined to remain strong for their mournful mother.

Resting her chin upon their shoulders, her blue and white orb flickered to the skies above them, uttering one last pained sentence.

“Goodbye my prince..”

Hmm.. Blue eyes and scared of spiders and current student.. Wonder whom that sounds like? Good application Guy!