QuestingBeast
Junior Member
The Character Sheets are posed interview-style, but if you would prefer to present your app as a narrative or a bullet-point list, both are well and good. I'm looking for players eager to make use of their creativity, to challenge as well as support the roleplay. In layman's terms, let's have fun and hopefully butt heads along the way.
Questions for me? Please, tag me in the OOC and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Wuldir Applications
Altia Applications
Questions for me? Please, tag me in the OOC and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Wuldir Applications
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Lionsguard: the last line of defense, a handful of elite soldiers, veterans that have seen more blood than most could stand, that guard Peregrine's inner chamber, where the ruling council sits. They maneuver footsoldiers and decide the position of ballista and catapults, prepare and store inventory. The unenvied weight of the castle's survival is on their shoulders. From the war council to the war front, their commands light up the night from the high towers, flashing and flaring in military code.
Patrol:Marching along the wall walkways, their sentry eyes spy out across the distance for any sign of trouble. These are Peregrine's eyes and ears, and the ballista operators, the engineers and guardsmen. They are given a variety of tasks to perform, but because they are the most numerous division of the military, they often have a lot of downtime, which has gleaned them the reputation of being drunks and gamblers.
Scout: Intrepid or foolish, these are the light of foot, the stealthy and careful. They go out into the forests and the caves, scale the mountain cliffs in search of harpy nests. In finding them, they poison, burn, or, if it is too dangerous to approach, they mark its place on their map for later destruction. The fatality rate of these brave scouts is extremely high. They have a reputation of being agile climbers on the brink insanity.
Description
Oh excuse me, sir... my eyes are but empty holes now... pray tell this old woman how you appear. Have any nervous habits, do you? I've always been fascinated by those.
Tell me... do they treat you well for your looks? Or do they pity your ugliness, your malformities as they do me?
Military Background
Oh, so you are a soldier. Fine job, that. They send you out and you come back in a casket, eeheehee...
You must get this a lot, but I have to ask: did you volunteer or were you drafted?
Will you be working your way up the ranks, then? How far along are you, dearie? I know very well they don't award anything until you've seen action, so don't pull me any fast ones about being born into it, pah.
Have you bled yet, hm? Ever get sick to your stomach? Wake up screaming with the sweats and the tears all cold, all burning? Do you regret what you are? Hate what you've become? Or are you some unnatural force of purity that still sees man with a soul?
Equipment
Ooohoohoo, what's this on your belt? And in your hand? My, you are prepared.
Goals, Dreams, Opinions
We haven't got long now. So sad, yes, yes, very sad... Before we part, please, please humor me once more...
Thrown at the harpies like rocks, some hit the mark, some shatter. But why you? Why do it? Such a bloody, thankless job, you'd think you'd have some misgivings about how the council treats you. No? No thoughts of your own hiding behind the tough boy face? Pah.
Oh dearie, do give it some thought would you? Now this blind old bat has to rest her old bones. Bye, honeypot. Come see me if you're still breathing tomorrow.
- Description
Oh excuse me, sir... my eyes are but empty holes now... pray tell this old woman how you appear. Have any nervous habits, do you? I've always been fascinated by those.
Tell me... do they treat you well for your looks? Or do they pity your ugliness, your malformities as they do me?
Career Background
A Keeper? My, are you a coward-- excuse me, cowherder, mayhaps? I've nothing against you, no. But surely you've heard the murmuring. The hidden hate for you and your kind. The ones that hide behind the walls with the women, when they could fight with the rest. They don't let you fight, I know. You're too valuable, they say. Not until you've trained a youngling your trade, mhm.
How did you come to be a keeper? Worry not, I'll seal my lips of any secrets. Hee hee, and who would listen to a mad old woman, hmm? They say you must have managed some great and complex invention. Did you amend the Ballista design, perhaps? Or is it in the grainhouses that your skills have been sent?
Goals, Dreams, Opinions
Well, you've a future for now. A life, a costly life paid by the corpses of all your kin. Tell me, what more do you want? What more can you do to your conscience? Step up, and take up the spear, will you? Ech, pah, pooh.
- Description
Oh pardon me, madam... my eyes are but empty holes now... pray tell this old woman how you appear. Have any nervous habits, do you? I've always been fascinated by those.
Tell me... do they treat you well for your looks? Or do they pity your ugliness, your malformities as they do me?
Family Background
If you are a woman, then you are a Raiser. But have you gotten to the raising yet, eh lass? Those maidens cling to their fathers just waiting to be sent out, to have a courtship. Their time'll come. Did yours?
Hee hee, have you latched to a man, have you?
Hmm, I hope you value where you are. The women are honored here, when they are not blind or when they are not hideous. Scarred women like me, even, have their place remembering the old stories.
Goals, Dreams, Opinions
I gather you plan to have a hundred children. I'll not ask where you plan to go, but where do you plan for your child to go? Surely no woman would aspire to rise the ranks, now would she? That would not be proper, hee hee.
Altia Applications
- The wrinkled hand beckoned. After her, you follow, checking behind for pursuers as you go.
The fog, which was a soft, silvery mist, thickens as the trees pass you by. It is a wall to the senses, filling the nose with musky scent, the eyes with clouded wetness, and even the ears feel as though they are stuffed with cotton.
And yet, when the old women ahead speaks, you hear her crackled voice clear as a bell.
"Lay thyself down."
A bed of feathers.
"Yes, just like that. Sleep, child, sleep. Let the old mist take you away..."
Background
Dreaming, speak, spin the tale. Utter the secrets of your birth, the causes of your circumstance, and the manner of your position. The princess is not chosen idly out of a pack of souls. Did the queen snatch you out, letting chance be her guide? Or were you taken, fully grown, from a crowd of workers, because you shone the brighter?
Comfort is the burden of royalty, is it not? Yet it is not in Altia, because you were in closest to view the madness take the Queen. Now, say what it was like before. What it was like after. Did you love her yet? Did you ever?
And... When the last flower of winter fell, did you smile as she commanded? Or did you have some speck of pity enough to weep as the fairies did, because their homes were lost in the queen's cold heart?
Appearance
Simple, isn't it, how the face spreads out under the fog. Beauty, yes, you must have had it. They called you beautiful. They were lying, weren't they? Or was it glamour that formed their mind?
Hopes and Dreams
Now step you into a land unknown, a land fierce and feral. Survival, yes, survival without the old tongue will be on your mind. And what else? Your kingdom, I presume. You want it back. You will bide your time until the century runs its course. Isn't that the way of it?
Do not forget. You swore the binding promise on the Sky Haul; if you are to live among them, you will live like them.
Background
There must be something in your past to carry you on between worlds, chasing the fool of a princess you serve. Tell me the why, and the how, and what brought you here. Where did you begin?
Appearance
Surely an arm of the princess must have some striking appearance. Awe, fear, jealousy. You must make an impression, but not too much, of course. Not so much that you overshadow the one you serve.
Hopes and Dreams
I care not, if you'd really like to know. If you must, tell. What from the inside out makes you waltz to the tune the princess sets?
Or... Ooh, do you hide betrayal in your traitorous heart? Will you take her face, her title, and the throne? Oohoo hoo...
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