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Minecraft Name countessem

Discord Sakura#8726

Timezone 5PM EST - 6AM EST

Describe your knowledge on the descendant races

The descendant races are those descended from Malin, Urguan, Krug and Horen - the elves, dwarves, orcs and humans. They are those blessed and cursed by Iblees and Aenguls. I personally have played a high elf, a dwarf and a human. I know as much about them as I can, due to playing them - however, the ones I'm not familiar with are orcs, but I have read much of the wiki and the past history of the orcs. I feel very strongly that my knowledge of them is quite strong, despite not playing one. 

Describe your knowledge on other pieces of lore that you believe to be relevant

There are more than just the descendant races. There's much more lore to this server than meets the eye. I know of the Kharajyr and the non-descendant races, though I do not know all of the lore by heart. That is something I wish to improve upon, so that I may further help new players. I know of the world lore and the previous map lores, though I wasn't involved in them. I am able, I believe, to read through applications and know where they will need to be improved and where they will be fine. 

Detail what drives you to become a member of the application team

I want to be more involved with the community, including reaching out to new players. I know how confusing it was for me when I first applied, so I want to try to make things less confusing for other new players. I want to keep new players involved and bring them into the community so maybe we will have more players sticking around. 

Provide an alternate way to assisting new players apart from reviewing applications

Being active in the wandering soul chat, keeping tabs on them after they've joined to help encourage them and show them that we are here to help, inviting them to the new player discord. Keeping them involved in the community by hosting new player events to help them learn about the community and about the lore for LOTC. 

Survey the application process and provide any possible improvements which could be made

I believe making the server rules a scrolling section where you're only able to continue if you've scrolled all the way through might be a good improvement, but that seems to be the only one I can see. 

Provide any additional information that you believe is needed

My goal in applying for AT is to help the community as a whole. I believe we need to get and keep new players, and being fully involved in the process aside from simply telling them they're accepted and whitelisting them. Helping them find places and find lore is something I believe not only is up to the player and the players they're involved in, but the staff as well. I love this server and wish to serve it the best that I can.

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(Symbol of the Atmorice Bloodline, the Snake)

“We would rather die for our nation, our freedoms, and our Snow Elven kind before we bow or become slaves to those who despise us.”

History

The Atmorices were one of the founding bloodlines within the Mali’fenn. It all began with Siol Atmorice, the first woman of the bloodline. She was one of the original Snow Elves, one who went through the world altar and Wyrvun’s Blessing. As she was blessed, Siol is rumored to have seen Wyrvun, whereby the Aengul gave Siol some instructions of her own. Wyrvun told her to ensure that the Mali’fenn do not stray from Wyrvun’s blessing, and to keep a watchful eye on them. To let them stray to the path of darkness, will be the fall of the Snow Elves. Siol agreed to this and soon after she was blessed, Siol became the first High Priestess of the Mali’fenn. That was, until her death. They say she died of illness, but they remember her last words. “Let me not be remembered as a coward, but for the courage and rights we have all fought for.” Since then, the Atmorices have held high expectations to become priests and priestesses, with most becoming high in the ranking. That was their tradition. The rest of the Atmorice History, however, has been kept secret from public eye, for how long no one knows.

Common Physical Appearance

The Atmorices range in height from 5’8” to 6’0” in feet, often considered to be in the middle when comparing heights of the Snow Elves. They have some athletic builds to them, but not a whole lot of muscle - although they are known for their rigid statures. The common color for an Atmorice’s hair is pure white to silver though very, very rarely (due to blood influences from non-Atmorice mates) blonde, and their eye color comes in silver, blue, and very rarely, purple (commonly passed from mother to daughter, and thus is the confirmation of the true line of Atmorices).

Disposition

A common Atmorice is usually discovered to be dignified, eloquent, cultured, well educated, and respectful towards their snow elven kind, putting their main focus into their work and to see and ensure the success of the Snow Elves. The Atmorices consider family to be one of the most important things in their lifestyle, often showing to be very protective of their family members. They are also protective of their Snow Elven kin and would often put their life on the line to ensure their safety. The Atmorices often consider accomplishments to be apart of their lifestyle, taking their work into serious consideration. Towards other races, however, they are untrusting, even hostile, in particular, to the other elves. The reason for this being that the Atmorice bloodline are make up and focus on one of the main aspects to the Mali’fenn culture, religion. This religion being the one in which follows Wyrvun. Furthermore, centuries of warfare against the Mali’mira have led to hostility towards such outsiders. You can usually find an Atmorice studying or working hard to accomplish their goals. The Atmorices are rather honorable as well, despite looking rather cold towards others. They especially honor their previous ancestors, taking what experiences they have had and learning from it.

Specialties

One of the key specialities of an Atmorice is that they are very knowledgeable about the world around them and can often put up good arguments. This makes them skillful politicians. As part of their religious fervor, they are often adept at motivating the Ivae’fenn for battle. For some who know the Atmorices, they consider the bloodline to be “snakes”. The reason for this is due to their strict views and masterful political prowess.

Professions

The Atmorices are often found to be the priests of the Snow Elven society, acting to give blessings and ceremonies to their fellow snow elven kind. Their service in the ranks of the Wyrvun’fiyem is profound, and they often occupy the position of High Priest/Priestess. However, they are not strictly to become priests. The Atmorices are also the ones who often put on and plan ceremonies and festivals, as well as other festivities, for their Snow Elven people. About half of the festivities are dedicated to Wyrvun, while the rest are for things such as celebrations and memorials.

Style of Combat

The Atmorice Bloodline mainly choose to wield lances, spears, and bows, although swordsmanship is common as well. The Atmorices who hold swords are often the strongest of their bloodline. During battles and wars, though, Atmorice would often be found acting as the cavalry of the Ivae’fenn, riding heavily armored horses into battle - making them skilled horse riders as well. These skillful horsemen wield lance and shield, launching thunderous heavy cavalry charges to decisively shatter points in their opponent’s lines.

Ceremonies

The Birth of a New Member- When a new Atmorice is born, a small ceremony is hosted in their honor. The ceremony is hosted not just for their honor, but to be blessed by the Priest and to wash away any sins that may have been brought. The Priest may also determine a good or bad future for the Atmorice. After the ceremony the Atmorices have a large feast to celebrate the blessing of those born and blessed.

Coming of Age- At the age of 16, the Atmorice would hold a coming of the age ceremony to have the Atmorice who turned that age prove their worth. To do this, the Atmorice set up a fighting tournament to see who will come out on top, for all of the Mali’fenn. The same goes for when they reach adulthood at the age of 50.

Passing Memorial- Whenever an Atmorice passes away, the bloodline will host a ceremony in their honor. They often dress in black to honor them, and usually give offerings for those who had died to ensure a safe passage into the afterlife.

Ancestral Belongings

-Iheuhii'ante - The Last Whisper-

Forged for the daughter of Cirnelle Atmorice and Thar Tundrak's coming Five-and-Twentieth birthday by the master blacksmith Rhegon Anarion, this blade of black ferrum's pommel was attached the morning of the Scouring of Lindale, the day that marked the end of the First Princedom. The Mali'fenn would, for years, disappear from the Fringe - its young wielder Serelia one of many. The blade, and its owner, would not be seen for over a hundred years thereafter, when the princess would suddenly reappear battered and muddied at the castle gates of Tar'sil. While she would leave the Princedom days later, the blade was left with her nephew that day. This weapon of war, as spotless as the day it was forged, serves as a physical reminder of the many tragedies of the Mali'fenn, and some say it echoes the wishes of a thousand long-dead Elves when swung.

Please contact Callum13072 on the forums or through Discord (Callum13072#4106) to apply for a Atmorice!

In her home, the news falls upon ears that once heard a beautiful voice say her name.

"We can't find him, Vanya... It's been years, you have to let him go."

In that home, now alone, she breaks. Tears flood, drowning emotions that had once brought her happiness. The man she had once held feelings for, the man she had once adored and considered her best friend now missing, gone for years, never again to grace her with his presence. 

Alone in her home, she allows herself to crack, and to those that lived in the homes aside hers, the shouts and screams pierce the night. Broken pottery shatters glass windows, flung from hands stained with tears leaking from weeping eyes.

Finally, she collapses, stilling on the floor of her home. Her silver hair fans out around her, purple eyes staring at the bookcase where, for many long years, she has hidden the items they shared. Standing, the elfess moves to the bookshelf and reaches in, pulling from it a small leather bound book. She stares at it for a long moment before sitting on the bed and lifting her head to stare out the window. 

She is speechless, unable to put into words the feelings that leave her soul raw and bare. Gentle fingers brush the spine of the book she grasps, and a soft sigh finally leaves her. She rests the book in her lap and closes her eyes, pressing her hands to her face. 

All is silent for the longest moment, before a soft, grief wrought voice finds wing again, "You were the first I loved, and while you were not the last, you were the best for me. A best friend that I never could have asked for, but received... I hope that wherever you have gone.... maybe somewhere you have found light and peace for your soul. This may be goodbye, but sometimes goodbyes are a second chance." 

She glances to the door and stands, placing the leather bound book back on the shelf, the silver trimmed words 'Not of I' gleaming in the firelight. She cleans her face, hiding the evidence of her lamentation and grief, before stepping out of her home and greeting her neighbor with a small smile and a neatly recited, "Karin'ayla, llir!" 

It will take time, but time is what she has. Wounds will heal, and memories last a lifetime. Vanya Damaer faces a new day with a heavy heart and a smile on her face, knowing she must carry on for those that are missing, in the hopes that one day they return.

[Ooc]

Username: countessem

Activity Rating (1-10): 7

Skype: Nope

Discord: You already have it.

[RP]

Name: Tinuviel Atmorice

Gender: Female

Place of Residence: Atmorice House, Fenn

Race/Sub-race/Culture: Mali'fenn

Roles (at least 2 roles, not including Bilok’sair as part of minimum): Lom’sair’ame, Nor’sair
Do you swear allegiance to the Princedom of Fenn and Grand Prince, and pledge to do your duty and to never steal?: If I absolutely must, I suppose. (Of course)

Vanya Damaer

Okarir'mali:

Arelion Laurir’ante [x]

Abstain [ ]

Okarir'tir:

Solaria Soulheart [x]

Lysio Hestonnis [ ]

Abstain [ ]

Okarir'tayna:

Vanya Damaer [x]

Abstain [ ]

Valein Visaj

Okarir'mali:

Arelion Laurir’ante [x]

Abstain [ ]

Okarir'tir:

Solaria Soulheart [x]

Lysio Hestonnis [ ]

Abstain [ ]

Okarir'tayna:

Vanya Damaer [x]

Abstain [ ]

Alloralla Yllacaryn

Okarir'mali:

Arelion Laurir’ante [x]

Abstain [ ]

Okarir'tir:

Solaria Soulheart [x]

Lysio Hestonnis [ ]

Abstain [ ]

Okarir'tayna:

Vanya Damaer [x]

Abstain [ ]

Cookiie is an amazing part of any team. I believe he deserves GM again, because he's dedicated and willing to work to better himself and the community. I've enjoyed talking to him OOC, he's pleasant and always has time to listen and help out new players. +1 from me!

"Already have the beginnings of change embraced Haelun'or. The rebuilding of the city has begun, and now with the steps forward taken by Arelion as Sohaer, the future grows brighter and brighter. The past is behind, and hope burns bright on the horizon. Times come now that promise a future better for Mali'aheral not only in Haelun'or but in other nations as well. Burn bright, beacon in the night, for you are the one hope that holds the world in awe, and know now and forever that the strength you have will never fade, even in the coming light of the shining dawn." Standing in the light of the moon, awash with silver shine, Vanya smiles, knowing the path forward is secure. She brushes her hair from her eyes, looking up to the stars and admiring their glow. For the first time she feels as though the true meaning of maehr'sae hiylun'ehya is coming, and believes in the high elven community to do right.

Posted 31st of Sun’s Smile, 1660

An elfess with shimmering silver locks stands in the courtyard, back to the council building looming far overhead. She appears bright, almost happy - a strange sight for a Mali’thill. Her lips are curved upward, the rare but genuine smile gracing her mouth and bringing smiles to those around her. With one arm, she holds a neatly organized stack of parchment, the graceful lettering on the soft yellow cane paper beckoning those that passed to read with curved and wispy lines.

As Mali’aheral pass by, she takes one of the parchments and hands it to each person, greeting them gently, “Karin’ayla, llir. My name is Vanya Damaer and I would like to serve you as Okarir’tayna. Please, read this and consider me for the position.”

The parchment, when taken, reads:

‘To my dearest and most fond friends and fellow citizens, I write this announcement with hope in my heart and a goal set for the future. On this day I announce my intent to run in the council elections for Okarir’tayna - the Guardian of Life. It is my hope to bring knowledge and health to our community, both mental and physical.

I aim to have a wide variety of events, from international events inviting the world to come and see us and learn about our culture, to citizen only events, such as debates and chess tournaments. My goal is to have at least one major event every elven month with smaller events in between.

I will also allow citizens to come up with ideas and help me plan events. You will be involved in the steps and will have every chance to speak up about what you want. My hope for this is to have the community more involved with one another, as well as to promote unity.

You all know me. You have walked the streets the same as I have. My blood has been shed as yours has in battles past. We have spoken in the tavern when I have served you drinks and food, and laughed alongside you. With many of you we have cried together, played music together or beaten one another at games of chess or debates. We have looked around and saw one another passing by. I believe I know all of you, or if I don’t, I wish to know you.

We have struggled in the past, but for the future all is clear. We will set out and make a better Haelun’or together. It is my hope that you will allow me to serve you as the future Okarir’tayna - your voice in the council.

Signed,

Vanya Damaer - Medi’ir”

"I see no one more fit to this position!" An excited Vanya calls, her face alive with happiness and hope. She waves her own candidacy announcement for another position, handing it out to peers alongside Solaria.

"I will be running for Okarir'tayna, I believe," comments a silver tressed female, her purple eyes bright with hope for the future. "Vote Vanya Damaer for Okarir'tayna! I'll send out an announcement for my candidacy shortly!"

Silver tresses blow gently in a soft breeze, purple eyes staring out at the horizon, "The naysayers will speak, and they will grumble. The earth will shake and want to crumble. Yet never does the Silver fall, and soon all will hear it's call." Vanya leans back from her balcony, hands resting upon the small railing, "The Silver State hears the whispers of a future era, and soon the citizens shall hear of those same whispers. Something bright and something hopeful comes on the wind, and soon, we will see that beacon of light carrying forth into the darkness to light our way to a glorious future. I have no doubt Arelion will shape this nation into something of glory once more.

Within her home, a woman stares into the mirror, blue eyes cold, her fingers curled into fists. She turns from the mirror after a moment and picks up a small bag. She slings it over her shoulder and departs from the house. Through the city gates she moves, and down, out of the city itself. Sparring no glance behind her, she sets off on foot, moving down the road with no clear destination in mind, but every intent to put where she's been behind her. She will see where the future goes, but the single Visaj woman must depart from Haelunor for a small while.

Vanya Damaer

Abstain [ ]

Arelion Laurir’ante  [x]

Valein Visaj

Abstain [x]

Arelion Laurir’ante  []

Alloralla Yllacaryn

Abstain []

Arelion Laurir’ante  [x]

Voting Card

Name: Stryha Athena

Place of Residence: Ruriksgrad

House: Athena

Vote: Jorvik Ruric

White locks flew in fury as an enraged Aheral turns and slams the paper down on her desk. She seethes, purple eyes dark in anger. "How dare he think he can challenge us!" However, she paused, returning to calmness before sitting down. She reread the missive, sighing softly, "This is ridiculous. This man is crazy if he thinks he can take on the Sohaerate and win. Our people are stronger than he thinks!"

A breeze lifts the hair from the back of a certain golden tressed Mali'Aheral. She stares calmly at the paper before her, slender fingers smoothing it slightly. She lays it upon her desk and leans back in her chair. "It is about time someone stepped up to take the reins. This land is ruled by nothing but impurity and degenerates. The Sohaer has not been seen in at least a year, perhaps more. Why he is still allowed to rule is beyond me." She sighed, looking out at the beauty of Okarn'thilln out of her window, "Perhaps hope returns for the purity of the Mali'Aheral."

+1 Give this boy more responsibility. He needs more work. Encase him in it. <3

+1 Get this child a blue tag please.

I HAVE ALSO HAD A VICTORY AGAINST ANTS. ONE WAS NAMED DPM. I SQUISHED HIM.

No kidding. I have battled ants before and they are hell. Also, I've seen your hermit crabs before and I love them, they're so cute. :3

From the gatehouse, cackling laughter sounds from a high elf, "The lag wins this time. Next time Haelun'or will be victorious again!"

Are there any other older maps available for download? I'd love to explore the previous maps tbh.

Eh. He's okay. Crap at chess, might make an okay FM. +1

I love you Leap. I feel like everyone should have a second chance and i definitely think you deserve it. +1

"Pick up your courage, pick up your weapons. Join the fight against the bloodied butchers who bring naught but pain and intolerance to our world! We will stand together, and we will fight the injustices that come to this world, whether by word or by sword!" The elfess raised her hand in salute to her Sohaer and council members, unwavering in her loyalty. "Stand tall and stand fast, the elven spirit shall never break!"

@Elrith

We literally just discussed this. I thought you said POST IT. Omg. Lmao. 

@Dardonas

Fite me, Leia is boss. 

MC Name: countessem

Character's Name: Valein Visaj

Character's Age: 436

Character's Race: High Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?: Iconoclasm

Teacher's MC Name: Mordu

Teacher's RP Name: Elrith

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 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: No.