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Hayya (ooc, accepting)

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Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ylanne on Sun Dec 20, 2009 11:27 pm

Hayya
Ylanne Sorrows, in collaboration with Aliath and Rene

In Character will be linked from here, once it is posted.

There has been a change in the rules. Players are permitted to apply with more than one character, after your first has been accepted. Second, third, etc. characters will not be automatically accepted, but will need to be approved in the same way as an initial character, minus the writing sample.

Mav’et aqwat Hayya w’Hayya aqwat Mav’et

In the year of our Lord five thousand one hundred and seventy-two, the land of ‘Ehretz has erupted into war across the world.

The Mohammedans of ArabÃĸya and Ifriqiya have begun to attack the Mediterranean seaport cities of Europa in retaliation for a series of small raiding parties sent by Alemanian warlords into the Jerusalem provincial area. The Church has called upon all Christians to defend against the Mohammedan infidels. Meanwhile, while the ArabÃĸyan and Ifriqiyan kingdoms have become distracted with the war, the Hindustani and Sinian kingdoms have taken advantage of unprotected borders and have begun to encroach upon ArabÃĸyan lands and the east coast of Ifriqiya.

Alemania is ruled by territorial warlords not united under one king or emperor, and subject only to the authority of the Pope. Gallia is ruled by a King, as are Britannia and Iberia. Rossiya is ruled by a Tsar, whose powers and position are not unlike that of a king or emperor. ArabÃĸya is ruled by the Khalif, who is the religious successor to Muhammad. Ifriqiya is divided into numerous kingdoms (not denoted on the map below), including Niger, Chad, Sudan, Tunisia, Tanzania, Ethiopia (the only Christian Ifriqiyan kingdom), Uganda, and Guyana. Easternmost Ifriqiya is also under the rule of the ArabÃĸyan Khalif.

The Pope resides in the Vatican, the seat of Church power, from where he directs the affairs of all Christian states. Supposedly a holy and pious man who speaks for God and who cannot be opposed, many popes have been known to have had extramarital affairs, one even fathering a bastard child. In this time of much speculation about the piety of clerics, and the heresies abounding throughout the Christian kingdoms, Pope Marcellinus II has opened the office of the High Inquisitor to stamp out all heresies.

The children of nobles and royals are raised to lead and to live luxurious lives in castles and palaces far from the drudgery of working life. Most armies are composed primarily of mercenaries, as true soldiers loyal to a state and its ruler are hard to find. There are several notorious mercenary factions of knights, whose loyalties are sold to the highest bidder. Workingmen provide most of the population of cities, where conditions are horribly filthy, women dumping chamber pots into the streets from their windows, rats and fleas running amok and unchecked.

But in a time of war, when religious freedom is suppressed in every state, where the pious and the rebellious meet, tensions explode, and men and women discover themselves and their capabilities – their capacity for good and for evil – and change the course of their futures. This is life. This is death.

Religion

In Europa, the religion is the Catholic Church, headed by the Pope. Here, the Church is the Church of the Christ to Come, always referred to as the full title “The Christ to Come”, as they believe that the Messiah has not yet come. The Church, a few years before this war broke out, formed the office of the Inquisition in order to combat heresy, after reports of Druid activity in West Britannia, and Pagan worship in Alemania’s interior. The outpost of Mohammedanism in Southern Iberia is also a threat, and the Pope wishes to eradicate that particular heresy once and for all. (The Jews have merged into the Church in this world, as “Catholic” means “universal”).

In ArabÃĸya and in most of Ifriqiya, the religion is Mohammedanism (in our world, known as Islam), where the people do not believe in the coming Messiah. They believe that Yahshua ben Yusef (Jesus’ name in its actual Hebrew) was the Messiah of the sons of Israel and believe they are more progressive and forward in their thinking and beliefs than the Christians are.

In Sinia, the religion follows three schools of thought: the Tao, the teachings of the Master Kon Fu Zi, and the teachings of the Lord Buddha. In Hindustan, the religion is Hinduism. In South and Central Ifriqiya, the religion is folk religion, various forms of shamanism and animism.

In this world, Yahshua ben Yusef (otherwise known as Jesus, in our day and time), was born and died in the same way that most historians accept in our world; however, the Church does not recognize him as the Messiah, unlike Christians in our world.

All religions accept the existence of angelic and demonic beings, referred to collectively as djinn. Some claim to have seen these beings. Some are believed to directly interfere with terrestrial affairs, and others are believed to exist only on a cosmic plane.

This may seem somewhat confusing, but if you are confused by this, especially if your character is particularly religious or concerned with religion, tell me via PMs and I will see what I can do to help explain and clarify.

Map and World Locations

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Europa is the center of ‘Ehretz, its lands divided into five kingdoms: Gallia, Britannia, Alemania, Rossiya, and Iberia. To the East there is ArabÃĸya, Sinia, and Hindustan, and to the South there is Ifriqiya. Major cities for each kingdom are noted, and the Vatican is marked with a star as the seat of power for all of Europa.

This world is based upon the Medieval European view of the world, which places Jerusalem at the center of the world, and in which the Americas and Australia do not exist. Unlike in Medieval Europe, Italy is not a separate kingdom, and the Vatican is a separate city unto itself, its own sovereign power as the seat of all Church affairs.

An etymological note: Locale names are consistent with the medieval world as well. Europa is Latin for Europe and Britannia for Britain. Gallia refers to the land of the Gauls (the Gallic people), the people predating the French; Alemania refers to modern-day Germany and its surrounding area; Iberia refers to the peninsula where modern-day Spain and Portugal are located. Rossiya is Russia in Russian and ‘Ehretz is ‘earth’ or ‘world’ in Aramaic, which in Juedo-Christian tradition, would be the language of the Old Testament and the Talmud, the oldest language known. Hindustan is an old Persian name for India; ArabÃĸya the old Arabic for Arabia; and Sinia the old Latin for China. Ifriqiya derives from Tunisian Arabic referring to that Islamic kingdom, and is etymologically related to Africa.

Language

The liturgical language of the Church is Latin, which the clerics and the noble learn at an early age. In Alemania, they speak Deutsch; in Britannia and Gallia, French; in Rossiya, Russian; and in Iberia Spanish and Portuguese. In ArabÃĸya, they speak Arabic; in Hindustan, Hindi; in Ifriqiya, Arabic, Kiswahili, Luganda, and Yoruba, among other dialects; and in Sinia, Sinian.

The language unique to the high-ranking clerics of the Church is Aramaic, which is also spoken by some scholars and clerics of ArabÃĸya, and by some noble descendants of the Jews. (It is also spoken by some small outposts of stone age villages in parts of ArabÃĸya).

Despite this, all posts ought be written in English. If you must, refer to the language the character is speaking, particularly if it is not his or her native language.

Non Player Characters

Pope Marcellinus II
Born in Roma as Marcello Divencenzo to a noble family from the court of the Lord of Roma, Marcello entered seminary at the age of thirteen. Always a strangely grave, pious child, Marcello was elected to the Papacy eight years ago, and is now aging at the mature age of eighty-nine years. An abnormally tall man, Marcello’s hair is thick and white, combed carefully under his bishop’s headpiece. With a long, thin face, jutting nose, chin, and cheekbones, and deep-set pale eyes, Marcello is a commanding presence when he enters a room dressed in his Papal regalia. He always has a prayerful look about him, and when he speaks, his deep, booming voice resonates about a room. Most recently, Pope Marcellinus II opened the Inquisition and declared war against the Mohammedans.

Prior Tobias Halberstma, Grand Inquisitor of the Church
Born to serf farmers bound to the land of Lord Chaldris, Tobias was recognized early in life for his intellectual acuity, and was sponsored by Lord Chaldris to attend seminary, leaving a highly respected holy man. Instead of entering service as a parish priest, Tobias joined a monastery of the Dominican order, eventually becoming the Prior. It was a few years ago that he was personally appointed by Pope Marcellinus II to the position of Grand Inquisitor. Tobias is also a tall man, but with long, shaggy dark gray hair framing a rectangular face with mostly flat feature and dead-looking eyes. Though a quiet man, his presence is commanding, and has often been known to arrest others into silence upon his entrance.

Tsar Aleksander Huzsvai of Rossiya
Tsar Aleksander is a tall man with red hair and a long beard who laughs easily and often, though his regime is one of absolute tyranny, albeit with a fair judiciary. Now 46, Tsar Aleksander is married to Empress Anastasia and has two young sons, Nikolai and Ivan.

King Wolfgang Schimelpfenig IV of Alemania
King Wolfgang IV is a short, stumpy man with bushy dark brown hair, usually seen frowning or glaring, though his policies are fairly liberal and leaning toward reform. Now 38, King Wolfgang IV is married to Queen Gretchen, and they have one daughter, Margaret.

King Vincent Lawrence IX of Britannia
King Vincent IX is a man of average height and 29 years, with short brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He seems to be a kind man in person, but so far has brutally repressed the Scots, the Druids, and the Welsh. Married to Queen Elisabeth, they have no children.

King Philippe-Batiste Seurdeneaux of Gallia
Married to Queen Beatrice, King Philippe-Batiste is a 42 year old man of average height with blond hair and a neatly trimmed beard who is slow to speak, gentle in mannerisms, and quick to smile, though he rarely laughs.

King Ferdinando de Lourdes Apezteguia of Iberia
King Ferdinando is a tall, 22 year old man married to Queen Maria Gracia, three sons and one daughter, Alejandro, Jaime, Rafael, and Caterina. He has light brown hair, a short mustache, and seems to be a man of mild temperament both in person and in his reign.

Emperor Liu Ma of Sinia
Emperor Liu Ma is born of an aristocratic family, his father usurping the throne from the previous Emperor Shang, schooled extensively in all the teachings of the Master Kon Fu Zi, a scholar at heart. A short man with long black hair and a round face, almond-shaped eyes and a flat nose, Emperor Liu Ma is arrogant and short-tempered.

Raj Chakladar of Hindustan
A thirty-seven year old man of average height with a mustache, dark brown hair, and deeply tanned skin bordering on a chocolate brown, Chakladar radiates quiet strength and dignity. Married to Ipshita, Chakladar has seven daughters. He has been in power for eleven years.

King Karim Abdullah of Morocco
With ebony black flesh, twenty-six year old King Karim is a tall, muscular young man with a neatly trimmed beard and bright, vibrant eyes. He speaks freely and quickly, to the point where he seems either very enthusiastic or very anxious. Perhaps he is both.

King Mohsein Nouri of Tunisia
King Mohsein is the forty-five year old ruler of Tunisia, a short, lean man with a long beard and rich brown flesh. He seems to be a man dedicated to justice and the law, both in his household (he has fifteen sons and nine daughters) and in his government.

Lord Owen Chaldris
A feudal lord in Alemania, Lord Chaldris represents the tenth generation of Chaldris wealth, and reeks old money. Only thirty-four years old, Lord Chaldris has already fathered eight sons and twelve daughters. He is a tall man with salt and pepper hair, kind eyes, and an easy smile, though his serfs would be quick to point out that Lord Chaldris is anything but kind to them.

Shaykh Bilal Khalifa of ArabÃĸya
The Khalif of ArabÃĸya, Shaykh Bilal is a tall man with black hair and long beard, sun-bronzed flesh, and a round face. He is a pleasant man of fifty-two years, deeply pious, and is married to two wives, Ibtisam and Hajira.

Mullah Ismail bin Suhair
The Mullah of the Masjid in Makkah, the one of the Kaaba. An aging man of nearly sixty years with thin white hair, a long beard, and penetrating gaze. Seems to be the passive-aggressive type, though deeply pious in both personal and public life.

Salahuddin Khan
Leader and founder of the Sons of Tasneem, a feared mercenary force with over five thousand highly-trained, armed to the teeth soldiers at his command. The Sons of Tasneem will operate anywhere to do anything for any price. Some members are religious, but most are fairly apathetic to religion. Salahuddin himself is a forty-three year old visionary, with dark brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and a neatly trimmed beard.

Player Characters

Piotr "Bear" Ivanovich
Aliath

Piotr is a tall, rather heavyset teenager born and raised on the outskirts of a small town called Udarnik in the western-most parts of Rossiya. His parents are Ivan Nikolaevich and Aileen, a Gallic woman said to be a witch. In reason of his imposing, muscular build -which he owes to hours upon hours a day of hard labor at his job, working at a flour mill- he is nicknamed "Bear" by the local children and adults alike. His longish black hair is tied in a ponytail behind his head, though a strand of it falls in front of his icy blue eyes. He has very hard, square features, adding to his 'tough' look. Despite this he isn't an unfriendly person, though he isn't the most sociable boy you'll encounter.

His lone-wolf attitude is only a small factor in his lack of friends; his mother is a Gallic-born woman who specializes in botany. She concocts potions and collects herbs which she sells as the local market for medicinal use. People gladly accept her services, though she is heavily frowned upon and thus some people have labeled her a 'pagan.' Not to mention that she is of great beauty, and one iris is a different color from the other- her right iris being blue, and the other green.

Felix McAlister Aldridge
Aufeis

Felix is a weathered man whose rugged looks and wide build make him an intimidating figure, especially when he’s on horseback. He is a very social person, not afraid to have a drink or two and has made a bit of a reputation in both noble circles and among mercenaries. He is the son of Gordon and Alexandra Aldridge, two nobles from Britannia, but has turned to the roads and the life of mercenaries. He is, of course, still regarded as a nobleman, favoring duels as opposed to simply slaughtering his opponents with tasteless violence. He often wears his blonde hair short and combed back. His hazel eyes are usually friendly, even when he is in a duel, but have been known to grow cold on some occasions.

Having grown up in the sheltered arms of the noble class, he was not attuned to violence until he was a young man. He trained in the art of dueling in both short swords and rapiers, becoming quite good at it. His father, Gordon Knowles Aldridge (forty-six), is an avid Christian and very well known bottler. His wines made very good money for the family. Alexandra Lillian (thirty-five) is an astrologer, reading the stars professionally and “foretelling” the future for the king and many other nobles. For the most part, Alexandra uses the skies and the stars to help her husband with his bottling business. Needless to say, the two are especially popular for parties. His two younger siblings, Katherine Julia (twenty-two) and Edwin Lambert (eighteen), both continue to live with his parents in Baeth (Bath, England). Katherine holds a multitude of jobs, ranging from singing, dancing, and instrument, to that of a nurse and scribe. Edwin is the Reeve for his father’s orchards and fields.

Felix is a strapping twenty-five, stands at approximately five foot eleven and two hundred and twenty eight pounds. He often wears expensive suit tunics and leggings, with armor for the road. He is currently en route to Roma, guarding a caravan holding supplies for the troops, along with a few healers and religious folks. Katherine is also among the caravan, sent as a scribe from the Church to write about the battles and to chronicle the prophesized victory.

Cadwgan "The True Tywysog" GlyndÅĩr
Irish Wolf

Cadwgan is a Welshmen of some renown, mostly for his claimant to be the true Tywysog or ruler of Wales. He maintains and actively proclaims that the House of Lawrence is nothing more then a packs of liars and thieves, whom stole rulership of the Welsh people from his ancestors and that he will regain it! While somewhat of a firebrand, he does have a weak spot for his only child, a sweet girl of only seven, whom is hidden away from his political enemies by a trusted ally. One black mark on his person, are persistent rumors of his participation in the rituals of druidism, which may or may not be true but he claims that they are simply more lies being spread by the lips of the usurper Vincent Lawrence.

For the first time in his thirty-one years, his massive frame is not gracing Wales but soaking up sun off the coast of Iberia, where he plans to land with a small band of men-at-arms, to join the fight to push the Mohammedanism heresy into the sea. Its a ploy more than anything, to gain foreign allies, gold, mercenaries and hopefully papal support in retaking of his crown, so that it might rest upon his long black hair. He also hopes that it help to lift this nasty rumors about his faith from his broad shoulders.

Zendekel
Aliath

Zendekel is the founder and leader of a small, nameless mercenary unit. He's of average height and build, but despite this he is much stronger than he looks. His medium-lengthened blond hair falls around his face, framing his delicate features. His vivid green eyes are calm and passive, giving him an angelic look. His charisma and skill with the rapier are unmatched, which is odd since he is apparently peasant-born.

Nicolette Marietta Phearll
Traveler

Nicolette has never belonged within a society, nor has she remained in one long enough for the inhabitants to recognize her schemes. Her partners in crime have been abandoned time and time again, a few even murdered from the knowledge they possessed- though none have ever succeeded in spoiling her fun. Many inns within her homeland of Gallia know her name and refuse to allow her back in after her endeavors within their rooms. Often in the main halls, she had identified herself as a sorceress and fixated the crowds through miniscule light shows and disappearing acts which were naught beyond the skill of a child, yet entertained even the most logical of minds as her “assistants” started stealing the food and money that had been left loose by their owners.

At the age of 24, however, it had all come to a stop. No more assistants were there to help, no inns would allow her room and board, and her own family wouldn’t allow her back into their worn cottage. Nicolette found nowhere else in Gallia to go, so she left for Britannia- the ferryman’s payment stolen out of his very pockets while he was out waiting for other passengers. That was where Nicolette found her newest assistant- a short young man named Stephan with a comical act that ran along the same lines of her own performances, simply distractions to prove to the people that they were just tools to be played.

Nicolette stands 5’ 9” tall, her slim figure only slightly too dainty for her height. Her delicate pasty skin seems a little too light when contrasted with her fiery scarlet locks that fall to her mid-back, but fall in the same category as her silvery green irises. She can be found wearing dark dresses of thin, but opaque fabric along with a crystal pendant around her neck that looks almost as if it’s glowing in candlelight, one of her many tricks to confuse the audience and to prove that “black magic” actually existed. When not within an act, she wears a light coat- stolen from one of the noble ladies in Gallia- toned a powdery blue, though stained with the alcoholic beverages consumed by her audiences. This adds an innocent look to her that makes it almost impossible for her to be the same person as the twisted sorceress citizens had seen one of the nights previous.

Estella Dulce
Inerio

Estella is a proud looking woman, standing a tad shorter than average with a slightly darker skin tone than a few people of her home land, but carrying a presence of someone or rather something much bigger than herself. Though, in the end she is but a human woman, and the presence she carries would be the imposing weight of her immense ego. Estella has heterochromia (causing one eye to be green with small brown flecks and one completely brown), which she claims is what enables her to draw such amazing art however false the statement is, which are as expressive as the rest of her face being wide at one moment and snake like and devious the next. Estella's hair is a dark brown, almost black, and is quite straight often causing Estella to spend large unnecessary amounts of time on it for the sake of keeping it in place when put up.

An artist, Estella was born in Iberia to a mother(Alejandra Dulce) who did nothing of no real consequence (as Estella puts it she was a painfully boring woman, barely able to carry on an original thought) and a father the likes of which was a craftsman. While her father (Roberto Dulce) saw his job as a means to make money, Estella saw it for it's "artistic value". It was at this point that her father thought it a good idea to introduce her to the art world, where Estella excelled but was held back severely due to her gender. In her thirty years Estella has travelled quite a bit. In part due to the fact that once the people of the town or city get to know her they all eventually come to resent her due to her lecherous and sinful nature.




Rules

Literacy is a must.

This is a character-driven roleplay. Romance, conflict, and disagreements are to be expected. However, please keep profanity to character’s dialogue or thoughts (and only when that character would use profanity), and take any romantic content beyond PG-13 to PMs.

It is realistic. Your characters are not clean and do not bathe more than once or twice a year. They are not prodigies. They are not to be Sue-ish in any way, shape or form. If I catch a hint of an offending post, I will discuss it with you via PMs.

I play NPCs. Not you. You may control them to an extent by having them enter or leave a room, but I will write NPCs’ posts in the same way you write your characters’ posts.

There is no magic, spells, mages, wizards, or anything of that sort. There are those who claim to have such powers, but all of them are either deluded or phonies. The religious leaders, the clerics, hold holy powers, but nothing of the sort typically found in fantasy roleplay.

You may only play a human. Your character may be from any of the kingdoms, but the majority of characters should be from Europa. You may only play one character. It is possible to play an NPC, if you discuss it with me via PMs and your application is strong enough.

Posts should be made in third person, past tense. (Brief dreams, letters, etc. in first person and/or present tense are acceptable.) They should be in a black font, double spaced between every new line, and with signatures turned off. All OOC remarks should be made in this thread.

You must post at least once a week; however, exceptions can be made for family emergencies, or academics, or work hours, as all of these things should obviously take precedence over the Internet and roleplaying. If you disagree with that statement, I encourage you to leave this page and rethink your life.

You will have fun. This is a serious, dark roleplay, but you will have fun. I’m not here to dictate what happens. I have no clue what is going to happen or who is going to join. As long as you stay within these boundaries (and they’re not that restrictive, believe me), you will be able to do nearly anything you want, and take this roleplay in whatever direction you so desire. It’s not for my pleasure – it’s for yours.

Character Application

By posting a character sheet, you are not automatically accepted to this roleplay, but will require posted or PM’d approval in order to be accepted. You may be asked to revise your character in order to be accepted.

You will write your character sheet as though for a professional roleplay. Think Dungeons and Dragons. Kind of.

You will need to include your character’s name, age, occupation, nationality, and a brief description of his or her appearance without purple prose, as well as a brief description of their ‘vibe’, or their presence, how they might be perceived by a stranger upon chance meeting. Personality, beliefs, and biography will be explored in the roleplay, and should not be discussed in your character sheet. Your sheet should look like a longer version of the ones above for all the NPCs (minus the brief biographical remarks). You should not include a photo, drawing, or other image reference for appearance.

Along with your sheet, you will submit a writing sample, which may be from either independent fiction or roleplay, and must exceed 500 words, but may not exceed 1200 words. It should be posted directly beneath your character sheet and clearly separated. (If it is taken from a larger work, such a roleplay or novel, please write a short paragraph (or a few sentences) placing your writing sample in context).
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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

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Piotr "Bear" Ivanovich

Piotr is a tall, rather heavyset teenager born and raised on the outskirts of a small town called Udarnik in the western-most parts of Rossiya. His parents are Ivan Nikolaevich and Aileen, a Gallic woman said to be a witch. In reason of his imposing, muscular build -which he owes to hours upon hours a day of hard labor at his job, working at a flour mill- he is nicknamed "Bear" by the local children and adults alike. His longish black hair is tied in a ponytail behind his head, though a strand of it falls in front of his icy blue eyes. He has very hard, square features, adding to his 'tough' look. Despite this he isn't an unfriendly person, though he isn't the most sociable boy you'll encounter.

His lone-wolf attitude is only a small factor in his lack of friends; his mother is a Gallic-born woman who specializes in botany. She concocts potions and collects herbs which she sells as the local market for medicinal use. People gladly accept her services, though she is heavily frowned upon and thus some people have labeled her a 'pagan.' Not to mention that she is of great beauty, and one iris is a different color from the other- her right iris being blue, and the other green.
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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

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Felix McAlister Aldridge

Felix is a weathered man whose rugged looks and wide build make him an intimidating figure, especially when he’s on horseback. He is a very social person, not afraid to have a drink or two and has made a bit of a reputation in both noble circles and among mercenaries. He is the son of Gordon and Alexandra Aldridge, two nobles from Britannia, but has turned to the roads and the life of mercenaries. He is, of course, still regarded as a nobleman, favoring duels as opposed to simply slaughtering his opponents with tasteless violence. He often wears his blonde hair short and combed back. His hazel eyes are usually friendly, even when he is in a duel, but have been known to grow cold on some occasions.

Having grown up in the sheltered arms of the noble class, he was not attuned to violence until he was a young man. He trained in the art of dueling in both short swords and rapiers, becoming quite good at it. His father, Gordon Knowles Aldridge (forty-six), is an avid Christian and very well known bottler. His wines made very good money for the family. Alexandra Lillian (thirty-five) is an astrologer, reading the stars professionally and “foretelling” the future for the king and many other nobles. For the most part, Alexandra uses the skies and the stars to help her husband with his bottling business. Needless to say, the two are especially popular for parties. His two younger siblings, Katherine Julia (twenty-two) and Edwin Lambert (eighteen), both continue to live with his parents in Baeth (Bath, England). Katherine holds a multitude of jobs, ranging from singing, dancing, and instrument, to that of a nurse and scribe. Edwin is the Reeve for his father’s orchards and fields.

Felix is a strapping twenty-five, stands at approximately five foot eleven and two hundred and twenty eight pounds. He often wears expensive suit tunics and leggings, with armor for the road. He is currently en route to Roma, guarding a caravan holding supplies for the troops, along with a few healers and religious folks. Katherine is also among the caravan, sent as a scribe from the Church to write about the battles and to chronicle the prophesized victory.
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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aliath on Tue Dec 22, 2009 11:52 am

Aufeis wrote:Felix McAlister Aldridge

Felix is a weathered man whose rugged looks and wide build make him an intimidating figure, especially when he’s on horseback. He is a very social person, not afraid to have a drink or two and has made a bit of a reputation in both noble circles and among mercenaries. He is the son of Gordon and Alexandra Aldridge, two nobles from Britannia, but has turned to the roads and the life of mercenaries. He is, of course, still regarded as a nobleman, favoring duels as opposed to simply slaughtering his opponents with tasteless violence. He often wears his blonde hair short and combed back. His hazel eyes are usually friendly, even when he is in a duel, but have been known to grow cold on some occasions.

Having grown up in the sheltered arms of the noble class, he was not attuned to violence until he was a young man. He trained in the art of dueling in both short swords and rapiers, becoming quite good at it. His father, Gordon Knowles Aldridge (forty-six), is an avid Christian and very well known bottler. His wines made very good money for the family. Alexandra Lillian (thirty-five) is an astrologer, reading the stars professionally and “foretelling” the future for the king and many other nobles. For the most part, Alexandra uses the skies and the stars to help her husband with his bottling business. Needless to say, the two are especially popular for parties. His two younger siblings, Katherine Julia (twenty-two) and Edwin Lambert (eighteen), both continue to live with his parents in Baeth (Bath, England). Katherine holds a multitude of jobs, ranging from singing, dancing, and instrument, to that of a nurse and scribe. Edwin is the Reeve for his father’s orchards and fields.

Felix is a strapping twenty-five, stands at approximately five foot eleven and two hundred and twenty eight pounds. He often wears expensive suit tunics and leggings, with armor for the road. He is currently en route to Roma, guarding a caravan holding supplies for the troops, along with a few healers and religious folks. Katherine is also among the caravan, sent as a scribe from the Church to write about the battles and to chronicle the prophesized victory.


That's a good application, though you don't need to include that last paragraph.

We'll just wait for Ylanne to look this over. :)

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

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Cadwgan "The True Tywysog" GlyndÅĩr

Cadwgan is a Welshmen of some renown, mostly for his claimant to be the true Tywysog or ruler of Wales. He maintains and actively proclaims that the House of Lawrence is nothing more then a packs of liars and thieves, whom stole rulership of the Welsh people from his ancestors and that he will regain it! While somewhat of a firebrand, he does have a weak spot for his only child, a sweet girl of only seven, whom is hidden away from his political enemies by a trusted ally. One black mark on his person, are persistent rumors of his participation in the rituals of druidism, which may or may not be true but he claims that they are simply more lies being spread by the lips of the usurper Vincent Lawrence.

For the first time in his thirty-one years, his massive frame is not gracing Wales but soaking up sun off the coast of Iberia, where he plans to land with a small band of men-at-arms, to join the fight to push the Mohammedanism heresy into the sea. Its a ploy more than anything, to gain foreign allies, gold, mercenaries and hopefully papal support in retaking of his crown, so that it might rest upon his short black hair. He also hopes that it help to lift this nasty rumors about his faith from his broad shoulders.



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A king's son is no nobler then the food he eats

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

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Zendekel

Zendekel is the founder and leader of a small, nameless mercenary unit. He's of average height and build, but despite this he is much stronger than he looks. His medium-lengthened blond hair falls around his face, framing his delicate features. His vivid green eyes are calm and passive, giving him an angelic look. His charisma and skill with the rapier are unmatched, which is odd since he is apparently peasant-born.

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

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Nicolette Marietta Phearll

Nicolette has never belonged within a society, nor has she remained in one long enough for the inhabitants to recognize her schemes. Her partners in crime have been abandoned time and time again, a few even murdered from the knowledge they possessed- though none have ever succeeded in spoiling her fun. Many inns within her homeland of Gallia know her name and refuse to allow her back in after her endeavors within their rooms. Often in the main halls, she had identified herself as a sorceress and fixated the crowds through miniscule light shows and disappearing acts which were naught beyond the skill of a child, yet entertained even the most logical of minds as her “assistants” started stealing the food and money that had been left loose by their owners.

At the age of 24, however, it had all come to a stop. No more assistants were there to help, no inns would allow her room and board, and her own family wouldn’t allow her back into their worn cottage. Nicolette found nowhere else in Gallia to go, so she left for Britannia- the ferryman’s payment stolen out of his very pockets while he was out waiting for other passengers. That was where Nicolette found her newest assistant- a short young man named Stephan with a comical act that ran along the same lines of her own performances, simply distractions to prove to the people that they were just tools to be played.

Nicolette stands 5’ 9” tall, her slim figure only slightly too dainty for her height. Her delicate pasty skin seems a little too light when contrasted with her fiery scarlet locks that fall to her mid-back, but fall in the same category as her silvery green irises. She can be found wearing dark dresses of thin, but opaque fabric along with a crystal pendant around her neck that looks almost as if it’s glowing in candlelight, one of her many tricks to confuse the audience and to prove that “black magic” actually existed. When not within an act, she wears a light coat- stolen from one of the noble ladies in Gallia- toned a powdery blue, though stained with the alcoholic beverages consumed by her audiences. This adds an innocent look to her that makes it almost impossible for her to be the same person as the twisted sorceress citizens had seen one of the nights previous.
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Writing Sample:

Found in an old RP, long gone now, entitled “Alice”. ‘Twas based off of Alice in Wonderland in which the characters were sucked into a book. This is my character’s introduction, although I must admit that they were already getting into the plot before I could get my character in. *excuses*
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Just four leftâ€Ļ

Elliana sighed. Mira was supposed to have been there by now. But there was no explosion. Nothing. The shed hadn’t even opened in the slightest from what she could see from the circular window. She had sent the letter weeks ago, telling her oldest “sister” to meet a “secret admirer” in a storage unit only a mile from where she renovating yet another hotel. The time was set for three minutes ago, and Mira was never one to be late. How could she have passed up such a welcome opportunity, especially when Elli had even gone out of her way to send flowers and chocolates on a regular basis?

No, something had to be wrong. Something had to be in Mira’s way, in her own way. This road block had to be destroyed. Otherwise, her parents would never finally go off the deep end. Finally giving Elli the ending she deserved, getting rid of the people who ruined her life. If only it were that easy.

She pulled on the black leather boots that had been resting in the corner of the room, her jeans resting easily on the outside of them, a black t-shirt and shimmery gold scarf lying gloomily on her fragile figure. Elli strutted across the hard-wood flooring and lifted what looked to be a pocket knife only to stuff it into her pocket. After saying goodbye to the black leather couch and the space where her parent’s television was stolen from, Elli left the small house.

The black Toyota rested upon the pavement, seemingly undisturbed. Elli knew, however, not to use the buttons to unlock that car. No, that would send off a chemical reaction that no one wanted to experience. Instead, she trusted the metal keys to do their work, inserting into the slot as if they had never been used before. Knowing her “mother”, they certainly hadn’t.

She drove off; leading herself to a place she never wanted to be. It was full of people, tourists to be exact. She had a fiery hatred for tourists: with their giant cameras, the insensitivity towards money, their disobedience for the law when they wanted their stupid “memories”. Elli knew what they really were. These cretins were nothing but hollow shells, hoping that, one day, they’ll be remembered by more than their families. Elli knew for a fact that this would not happen. It only happened with those who manipulated the minds of others to get them to believe what they wanted them to believe.

The giant structure seemed to disappear among the clouds, the delights of a rainy day to begin just above them. A smirk was drawn across her solemn face beneath a façade she knew to work. Her hair was pulled back halfway, curly locks falling down the fronts of her shoulders. Her eyes looked almost aglow under the lavender powder, and her lips were set into a pout that could only scream innocence. For now, no one expected a thing.

Elli crossed the lobby, making sure not to make any contact with any of the guest, aware that her touch was cold. The others merely smiled towards her, some suggesting something beyond a look; others only noticing that another person had come into the room- sharing their oxygen. Mira was standing in a navy blue skirt and jacket combo with a light carnation blouse showing beneath. A gold name plate was strewn across the fabric, acknowledging the fact that she was the owner. She was speaking to a tall brunette man with his too-long hair mingling with his eyelashes in a concierge uniform. Mira was obviously upset with the man. Elli knew it to be rude, but she listened in anyway, sitting in an olive green cloth chair and “reading” a magazine from the pile.

“â€ĻWhat were you thinking? You don’t send one of our clients to an opposing hotel!”

“He asked where the best service in town was, and I told him.” The man boldly opposed.

“Idiot! You’re supposed to tell him to stay here! We’re the best service!” Mira screamed. The majority of the people in the room turned towards her in confusion. She blushed, and then glared back at the man, “You know what?” She paused, making sure that her tone was softer than before, “You are on probation. Another mess-up, no matter how small, you’re fired. Now, I want you to go and deal with that disgustingly long line of customers before they leave as well!” She pointed towards the man’s desk. The line was running towards the elevator cutting off the tourist brochures, windows revealing a garden with a fountain as the centerpiece, and another entire sitting area not nearly as crowded as the one up front.

Elli smiled at the entire ordeal. Mira always had a short temper, especially when Lena was involved. They had even fought over boyfriends. Those were some enjoyable years. Elli had even tried to bring it up a few times just to get them to squabble. Some of her supposed friends had done the same to their sisters since it often occurred between those with three years difference in age.

Mira walked through the lobby with an air of authority surrounding her, though Elli knew that she was completely humiliated by the fact that her clients had seen one of her explosions. She followed her, as a loyal dog would, but as silent as a breeze through flowers. Followed, and followed, and followed. Elli followed her until Mira got a glance of their mother’s car. Then, Elli’s grin grew larger and she no longer cared about being seen. She wanted to be the last image in Mira’s head when she died.

Her hand in pocket, Mira drew out her key ring, a large jingling ringing out through the parking lot. One of the copies of the button keys for her mother’s car was in her palm, testing to see if it really was what she thought it was. Mira drew closer and closer to the car, surrounded by no others in the lot. She pressed the fatal button.

BOOM!

She turned around just in time to see a twisted laugh escaping from her youngest sister, only to fall flat upon her face as the chemicals blasted away her back. By the time that Elli got to her, the explosion was over, her legs missing, blood splattered across the area, her blouse and jacket ripped off, exposing the cuts in her skin as well as the lack of muscle remaining within it.

Elli suddenly felt self-conscious. She hoped that no one had seen what she had done, that no one would be able to know the truth of how Mira really died. How Mira was murdered by her family.

Just three leftâ€Ļ

Elli returned to their house in the car that Mira had used to get to work. She had been with her family that week. Now, she would die with her family that week.

She heard wheels moving outside her window, a white mail-truck pulling away as soon as she could get outside. It had been a while since mail had been delivered to this particular house. So, naturally, Elli was curious.

The red, metal mailbox was dented at the side, the red flag half melted from an experiment she had tried with James when she was four years old. Through several bullet holes in the side, Elli could see a single white envelope taunting her, drawing her to whatever rested inside. Much to her caution, it was addressed to her, no return address visible.

Hastily, she ripped the paper, drowning herself in the message. To her dismay, it was a simple invitation to a storybook reading. But, it had been a decent day so far. Perhaps this would add some sort of relaxation to her hysteria. Perhaps she’d find someone who understood. Perhaps it would be a hoax. Whatever it was, Elli was now going, for it had caught her interest.

â€Ļâ€Ļâ€Ļâ€Ļ..

The car ride to the area detailed in the message was inconsequential. Elli found herself staring at the road ahead of her, bumping into a few other cars just for the fun of it. The car was her sister’s after all, might as well make a mystery out of it, especially while planning on disappearing for a while anyway. Japan had always seemed nice. Maybe she’d finally get to go there with the money in her sister’s savings account. Hopefullyâ€Ļ

She drew nearer to the “Story Time Festival”. What a cheesy name for an event? But, there was nothing festive about it. It was a simple tree atop a hill; several people were conversing around the trunk. She was at least a hundred yards away, thus only barely able to make out the silhouettes, but the trek would be one filled with interest. Elli started, her boots digging into the soft soil.

â€Ļâ€Ļâ€Ļâ€Ļâ€Ļâ€Ļ..

Elliana spotted a large grouping of white specks around the people, all of them seemingly unafraid of the beings that could so easily destroy their means of living. A few sounds were heard. She couldn’t make them out, but her pace quickened to the point that a few words were becoming legible.

A silhouette showed up that she hadn’t seen before. He must’ve been lying down or something. Elli strained her ears as he started to speak, "â€Ļa Story Time Festivalâ€Ļmay not lookâ€Ļ much nowâ€Ļeach of youâ€Ļlearn some things while you're here... I must have kept you all waiting, with me sleeping here like a log just moments ago. So, shall we get started then?" Elli drew closer and closer, her feet working to match a jogging pace on the verge of running.

There were a few irrelevant pieces of conversation following, one of the girls seeming very unable to speak correctly. Elli made a mental note to make fun of her later.

"Well, I brought you all hear since I thought that maybe you all would appreciate some time away from your daily lives and to listen to a story about Wonderland. " Wonderland? Really? Talk about cheesy names! Elli thought. But she knew better than to interrupt and make herself known. She remained on the slant of the hill, unaware that the boy knew she was there.

"I am a citizen of a distant land. You all may call me Stan. I guess you now know what my name is." Stan continued after another bout of unimportant dialogue.

"Open the book." She heard from one of the boys, an odd phrase to use when in such a conversation.

Then Stan began to unravel his tale. The rabbits started acting odd, as if they were being possessed by the story. Elli herself was in awe after the tale. It sent shivers up her spine in a way that she found to be delightful. This boy certainly knew what he was doing. Indeed he did, for when he had finally finished, all of them soon figured that he was never turning pages. All that was on the pages he was looking at were seven symbols. They were all common and had been seen before. Nothing too drastic. But there was some translucent meaning to them, something beyond what any of them could comprehend without explaining.

Chaos exploded into them, emanating from the book. Elli released a smile before she realized that the pages were engulfing their world, taking them along with it.

This was perfect. This was how she was to disappear. Screw Japan! Let’s all go to Wonderland! She felt like a little kid again, laughing on the merry-go-round at Disney World. But, this time, they were actually going somewhere. She was actually doing something. Elli released a giggle. She never wanted this to end.

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Sorry if the excerpt is a little long...

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aliath on Mon Dec 28, 2009 9:45 pm

Once Ylanne seems your application, you'll probably be accepted. When you are, we'll probably begin. It doesn't look like many others will reply. Not that it's a big deal; I'll have like ten characters.

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

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Estella Dulce

Estella is a proud looking woman, standing a tad shorter than average with a slightly darker skin tone than a few people of her home land, but carrying a presence of someone or rather something much bigger than herself. Though, in the end she is but a human woman, and the presence she carries would be the imposing weight of her immense ego. Estella has heterochromia (causing one eye to be green with small brown flecks and one completely brown), which she claims is what enables her to draw such amazing art however false the statement is, which are as expressive as the rest of her face being wide at one moment and snake like and devious the next. Estella's hair is a dark brown, almost black, and is quite straight often causing Estella to spend large unnecessary amounts of time on it for the sake of keeping it in place when put up.

An artist, Estella was born in Iberia to a mother(Alejandra Dulce) who did nothing of no real consequence (as Estella puts it she was a painfully boring woman, barely able to carry on an original thought) and a father the likes of which was a craftsman. While her father (Roberto Dulce) saw his job as a means to make money, Estella saw it for it's "artistic value". It was at this point that her father thought it a good idea to introduce her to the art world, where Estella excelled but was held back severely due to her gender.

In her thirty years Estella has travelled quite a bit. In part due to the fact that once the people of the town or city get to know her they all eventually come to resent her due to her lecherous and sinful nature.


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Do I need a writing sample too? I was invited. Unless I'm not supposed to say that and then I'll lie and tell you I most certainly wasn't invited to this and found it by my own volition. Shifts eyes If I do need one I'll get to writing it when I get home. (For I probably shouldn't be horsing around on the computer but where's the fun of sitting in front of one when you can't engage in geeky behaviour?)
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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aliath on Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:52 am

Just copy 'n paste an old IC, and that should be fine. :)

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Inerio on Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:54 am

All right, here's my writing sample.

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Having nothing much to do, Inali had taken it upon herself to take a nap. After all, she couldn't stay pretty with bags under her eyes could she? Inali's mind wandered across all different types of scenery just behind her eyelids. Currently she'd found herself snorting an-oldie-but-a-goodie(or baddie all things considered) drug, cocaine, off of one of her designer hand bags from back home.

Inali's illicit fantasy was quickly broken by the sound of her cell door opening once again. Groggily she sat up, quite miffed that her beauty rest had been interrupted. The nerve of people! First she'd had her smoke break utterly ruined and now her explicit dream infatuations had been dashed never to return just the same way again. Oh, and to top it all off she'd been whipped in the back, which when she thought about it was still quite sore. Rubbing her left eye Inali regarded the Provost while propping herself up on her free arm.

"I knew you'd be back." She smirked suggestively. Though, honestly, she couldn't tell whether she'd met the man before. Not as if it mattered to Inali. Even if she had there was a damn good chance she didn't even remember his name. Inali didn't remember names and faces. Well, she remembered faces but only the attractive ones, all others just kind of blurred into a sadly average and mundane amorphous blob of people.

"Inali, you've been called for." The man, who when she heard his voice didn't even sound old enough to legally drink, stated. Inali pouted her lips before her gray eyes looked over the bed. Resting was rather fun, she wasn't sure she wanted to get off the mattress no matter how dreadfully squeaky and lumpy it may have been.

"Who's looking to see me?" She asked, though the only reason she'd dared to was because he was a good enough distance away not to backhand her for sass. The guard looked up, as if the name of the man who'd sent for her was written inside of his cap and let out a dull sounding 'uh' of a noise.

"Roger Roberts--" He stammered, only to have Inali cut in immediately after.

"You mean Robert Rogers?" She inquired, her smirk turning into a Cheshire-Cat-like grin. This made the young man flustered, for he snapped at Inali shortly after her correction.

"It doesn't matter just get out of the goddamn cell!" The words were said in almost rapid succession, making them seem like one word as opposed to several. With a huff and a grunt Inali pushed herself up into a sitting position and then off the bed. Due to the fact that she was a single inmate being taken in by a single guard she was placed into a pair of handcuffs before being led off and away.

During her walk Inali had tried to make conversation. First about the weather, horribly cold as usual, but the young man didn't bother to respond. Then about sex, to which the guard still didn't respond. Which always annoyed Inali, no one should ignore a pretty woman when she goes into fun details. After that she'd inquired on his sexual preference, to which the Provost had taken it upon himself to elbow her. Shortly thereafter Inali made a vocal decision that the man was indeed gay, followed by getting elbowed harder. Inali was about to go into her brief story about her night with a mute transsexual whore when she'd come to find that she'd been taken to where she was supposed to be. Though, the general area of where she was, well, unfamiliar, she could only guess that was what the abrupt halt had meant.

"So we've gotten to where we we're going then?" She asked, but the Provost was too busy unlocking her restraints. He did however, nod, before shoving her through the doors. Inali had let out a bit of a protest at this as she rubbed her wrists whilst looking rather offended. Couldn't he tell she was pretty and thus valuable cargo? The nerve of some people. Upon entering the room Inali could tell that save for some personnel she was the first inmate to arrive.

"So I was at the top of the list then?" Inali asked, directing her inquiry to Robert as she smiled a cheeky smile. "What an ego boost that is." She said happily to herself, though her tone and the look in her eyes clearly showed an undertone of self deprecation.

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ylanne on Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:12 pm

My wonderful friends, ever patient, ever understanding,
with not one worry, nor one doubt harbored in mind
that I would fail thee, here I come in triumph to thee,
a link with a URL and [ url ] tag in hand, beneath my agile fingers
to share with thee, each of thee,
for thine pleasure and for mine,
that we might post and make merry one with another.

But before thou should look, and find, and click,
and open eyes wide to the bliss of roleplay paradise,
(and Ylanne's first experiment with writing fantasy as GM)
know these things, these requests of mine,
that thou should spell Halbertsma just so,
and not "Halberstma" as in this thread,
for mistakes are all mine and the computer's combined,
and that, for the sake of thy fellow players and writers,
thou mark at the outset of each post the location of your post,
and the character's name in the narration, as multiple characters be not uncommon.

Henceforth, without further ado,
I present to you my fellow players,
the long-awaited, beautiful, exquisite link
to our very own [url=http://www.roleplaygateway.com/hayya-accepting-t36791.html]Hayya[url] roleplay.

Now post! :D

Blessings and peace,
Ylanne

^ That was me becoming overly creative. :) Now I have two other roleplays for which I need to write responses, and three others for which I need to post IC threads.

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aliath on Mon Jan 18, 2010 6:32 pm

I'm glad to see this up 'n running, finally. =D

I've posted my first IC, for my second character. I'm going to post an IC for Piotr later on.

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Traveler on Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:46 pm

I'll try to get a post up by Wednesday... a little busy getting ready for finals and babysitting at the moment. I really want to see where this one is going to go!!! *excited*

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Traveler on Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:46 pm

EDIT: Double post... sorry

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aliath on Tue Jan 19, 2010 8:41 pm

Remember, everyone: This is a dark fantasy role-play. The 'dark' in dark fantasy basically means every character has a very human side.

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Traveler on Sat Jan 23, 2010 8:54 pm

Good People of Hayya,

I'm sorry to announce, but this is my resignation from this rp. There has been an... incident, let's call it, that requires me to vanish from my home for a little more than two weeks. This would include my absence from my beloved computer which includes the internet in general. I really wanted to play my character, as she was different than most I have played, but alas, I cannot. So, I hereby conclude this overly dramatic paragraph...

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Re: Hayya (ooc, accepting)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ylanne on Sat May 29, 2010 7:09 pm

Traveler wrote:Good People of Hayya,

I'm sorry to announce, but this is my resignation from this rp. There has been an... incident, let's call it, that requires me to vanish from my home for a little more than two weeks. This would include my absence from my beloved computer which includes the internet in general. I really wanted to play my character, as she was different than most I have played, but alas, I cannot. So, I hereby conclude this overly dramatic paragraph...

~Traveler



I will be praying for you and your family, whatever is happening.

Also, due to the nature of this roleplay, you can still be a part of it despite a two week absence. Unlike other roleplays which require ridiculous amounts of posts in small amounts of time, you can easily rejoin after two weeks of not posting. I probably won't post for another week or so myself, and I last posted well over a week ago.

Blessings and peace,

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