___South___

“Jrent… Jrent… Roberta Leopoldine de Chalons, that sounds more badass.” Proclaimed Alexander Leopold Hartcold.

Alexander Leopold Hartcold gives a nod as he read the missive. “House de Chalons, huh? Sounds badass.”

(( This is from my iPhone. I’ll fix it when I’m home.

Discord : Tsecsar Boy#0001

MC Name : ___South___

RP Name : Peter Sigismund de Vitus

RP Race : Human

Timezone : UMC+9

IGN: ___South___

RP NAME: Hjordamer Doomforged

AGE: 30

ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Clan

CANDIDATE: Alaric Grimgold

Skin Name: Amber

Discord Tag: Tsecsar Boy#0001

Bid(s): 15 USD

Dmitriev Novikov Tsecsar sat in his manor, reading over the appeal with his infant son in one arm while his daughter played in the background. "Interesting. Do they have a habit of issuing the wrong punishments for the wrong offenses?... Right." He'd turn around and place the appeal on his nightstand, and went back to taking care of his family.

My name is South, and I support this message. +1

RP Name: Frederick Louis Hartcold

MC Name: ___South___

Voted: Yes 

Dmitriev Novikov Tsecsar smirks upon seeing his mother being elected as a Royal Alderwoman. "Ha! I knew she'd get elected! Never a doubt in my mind."

Dmitriev Novikov Tsecsar would be walking along the streets of Karosgrad, doing his usual patrol of the city when he came across the flyer. A smirk found its way upon his visage when he replied, "Ah yes. My mother shall definitely make a splendid Alderwoman." And with that, he continued his patrol, spreading the word to everyone of her running for Alderwoman.

Frederick had been waiting outside Helena Road 2, patiently awaiting the arrival of his cousin before the word of his suicide reached his ears. Frederick was never known to be the emotional type... But he was particularly close to George out of all his cousins. George was more like a brother to him than a cousin... So when news did reach him, the man got down to his knees and let out silent sobs of guilt. He had no idea his cousin was going through something this tragic, and wished he could've done something about it... But it was too late for such. "I am sorry.. I will help raise your kids to be good men like their father, I swear it."

Quite a nice piece of lore. I give it a +1 and hope to see it implemented!

Will do! I've got to go eat dinner chow, but once I am done I will edit it and then contact you!

MC Name:

         ___South___

Character's Name:

         Wheaut

Character's Age:

         10

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

         Musin

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:

Musin have always been known as the runts of the litter. They were smaller, and weaker than their Ratiki cousins. The runts of the litter were always sent to the mines to live a harsh life until Musin came. Musin, and other notable runts helped secure their freedoms from the Ratiki Empire. The Musinfolk escaped Rat Island, and found themselves in Almaris.
 

So the thing about Musin's, is that they have an unignorable urge to scavenge anything, and everything they see. They do not waste ANYTHING. They are also very clean creatures.. in other words, they take their hygiene very seriously. They refuse to allow themselves to look, or smell gross. Musin's also do this to make them less susceptible to illness. They are also very curious, and social creatures!!!

Musin do not believe in violence. They are very pacifistic, non-confrontational creatures. They idolize, and worship the Orenians of yore. Having never been told of the gory Orenian wars, and existence of Orcs... being quite ignorant of such knowledge. They base their clothing off said Orenians, in quite an outdated sense of fashion with their cloaks, and such. Wearing things you'd find in a carnival, rather than actual peasantry clothing.

Overall Musin are quite polite, civilized creatures.

Now, on to the bad stuff. Musin's are very small, very weak creatures. Any race can easily defeat them in battle, even the Halflings beat them in strength. That is why Musin are very docile, very unconfrontational. They know that if they face any race, it will not end the way they thought it in their head. Indeed, it was most certainly mean death for the fragile Musin. They also have poor eyesight in the day, only being able to see half the distance of a descendant, however they make up for this in the night.

Due to their small stature, they can get in small places to either escape danger or get to a place another race may not be able to reach. And as stated before, they can see extremely well in the night. They also possess great hearing. Due to this though, loud sounds easily frighten a Musin. Even the most hardened Musin's flinch when hearing loud sounds. They also have a great sense of smell. Due to all these things, they can hear and smell things a descendant normally cannot detect.

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

Wheaut looks like a white mouse, standing at 2 feet tall. Being a child, it is quite small for its size. He sports outdated traveling gear.

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

RP Name: Bullfog Phrogerous
MC Name: ___South___
Voted: Yes

A courier made its way to Bullfog's room in the Augustine Palace. The courier knocked on the door, the Wonk responding with- "Be there in a second!" The Wonk put up his paperwork, before going to answer the door. "Yes?"

"A letter, Mister Phrogerous!" The Courier would announce loudly.

Bullfog nodded thrice, offering his hand for the letter. The Courier placed the letter in his hand, and ran off. The Wonk closed the door, and made his way back to his chair. "Ah, it's a personal invitation. Let's see what it says then." Bullfog would open the letter, and began to read its contents. The Wonk's visage slowly morphed into one full of happiness, and sadness all at the same time. "I can't say this match surprises me... I am very happy for Anna... But she is like a daughter to me, so I am also very sad. Soon she'll be having children of her own, and she will no longer be my Young Anna..." Tears began to stream down Bullfog's cheeks. "I cannot wait to be there for you, Anna."

Bullfog's hairless eyebrows lofted upwards upon reading the letter. "So the Pruvia-Albarosa line are really bastards?..." Bullfog would begin to chuckle softly. "I am very honored, and proud to be the butler of the true line of House Pruvia."

RP Name: Bullfog Phrogerous

MC Name: ___South___
Voted: Yes

Bullfog Phrogerous would be working on paperwork like usual in his room of the Augustinian Palace when a courier knocked on his door. The Wonk would look to the door, and went to open the door to be greeted by a young man.

"Hello sir! I've got for you here..." The young man would rummage through his loads of letters before finally pulling out the one meant for the Wonk. "Here you are, sir! A personal invitation!" The young man would bow before running off to continue his courier duties.

Bullfog would shut the door before opening the letter, reading its contents. A soft grin, and yet very sad one formed on his visage. "I wish I could say I was looking forward to this day. But unfortunately I am not. The little girl I've raised since she was a baby is finally coming of age... She'll no longer be my Young Anna." The Wonk would wipe away a forming tear with his sleeve. "Nope. She'll be Lady Anna from here on out... I cannot wait to be there for your debutante, Lady Anna!"

Full Name: Micaiah Rutledge

Date of Birth: 1775

Place of Birth: Old Rutledge Freehold, Arcas

Address [N/A if none]: St Karl's 1

Race: Farfolk (Southeron)

Gender: Male

Bloodline [Commoner/Noble/Former Noble/Royal]: Commoner

Reason for Enlisting: I want to serve my country in the most honorable way possible. By protecting our country.

[Username: ] ___South___

[Discord: ] Cutie South#9219

Bullfog isn’t bothered that he didn’t receive an invitation, and grins. “I hope that he will be happy with the Lady Lysistrata!”

SURNAME: Phrogerous

FIRST NAME: Bullfog

ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Estate of Pruvia-Provins

DATE OF BIRTH: 1741

Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire? Yes

Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No

If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes

((MC NAME)): ___South___

Discord: Cutie South#9219

skin title: Nobleman
Bid(s): $30

Discord: Cutie South#9219

Skin Title: Nobleman

Bid(s): $13

THE WITHERING OF PETER

A frail husk of the once jolly man laid on the bed in the Albarosan manor: beady eyes seeking sharpness in his otherwise hazy surroundings. He was young, and had sired many children. Bastards maybe, but they were his children nonetheless. Daughters filled with life and youth, transcending the limits of life that he once held as true.

As he coughed more blood onto his woven blanket: he realized his final leaves were withering by the minute. With trembling hands and a blurry view, the sick Peter Sigismund went to write what he assumed to be his final words: 

“To my dearest family,

I thank you with endless gratitude. For you have taken me in and accepted me, despite tainting our name and honour over and over again. You have tolerated my illegitimate children, and nurtured them as your own. You have taken my broken soul, and tried to heal it instead of discarding it completely. 

A man like myself has nothing more to wish for, but to express the serenity of my final moments. I look back with no regrets to my existence amongst you. I hope that God will take me and forgive me, so that I may look down upon you from the Seven Skies. 

My beloved children, my family: I love you all. 

Yours truly,

Peter Sigismund Pruvia-Albarosa

As he finished the letter, he could no longer resist his fatigue. He closed his eyes to sleep: only to never open them again. His assumption was correct in the end.

((Thank you guys for the fun RP and sticking with me through hard times. I hope to still RP with you on other characters and stick around! Good luck!)) P.S. This is my first post, ever. Draeris helped a bit, but this is my first time constructing it so try not to judge too harshly. lol ))