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Serana's Application
By: Ahote Date: August 10, 2017, 4:43 pm
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Hi there, I'd like to start this off with a disclaimer: I will
start playing again, somewhere next week, and this application
might be a little premature but I decided to plop it down here
while the fire is hot, and the idea is still fresh in my mind.
Here goes:
A heavy, folded envelope could be found on the ground, most
likely slipped under the door in the middle of the night. It is
firmly sealed with a dark-purple wax seal, stamped with what
looks like a crescent moon obscured by clouds. It contains what
appears to be a blank sheet of parchment, pristine. The envelope
appears to be addressed to the one you call "Witch". As soon as
the letter passes into her hands, the once empty sheet is no
longer as empty, within a matter of seconds a message could be
seen:
Greetings,
It has been quite a while since we last spoke, and I fear that
things have taken a turn for the worse.
Unfortunately, I had to take my business elsewhere and I was
wondering if you and yours were still expanding?
I'd like to offer my services, as I know you are quite capable
and to a certain degree, trustworthy.
Should you be inclined to accept, leave a message for me in the
local tavern. It is not where I reside, but I assure you, I'll
hear of it.
Sincerely yours,
S.
The last word on the piece of parchment passes through your mind
and the lettering appears to emit a sudden glow, singing the
parchment around it and devouring the rest of it in a matter of
seconds, leaving nothing in your hands but ash and a comfortable
warmth.
- Why does s/he want to join the lowlife theft gang, the Sixty
Thieves? (And OOCly, why do you want to join?)
As the life, Serana took from granted crumbled underneath her,
and what little she had left at the time was barely enough to
last her another month, she became desperate in a way. With
nothing but her wits and enough to feed and shelter her for a
short while, she left the city that had been her home for so
long, and she headed for the Horde's capital, in search of
employment. She did not find anything worth while, apart from a
few minor enchanting jobs (Hard getting anything done with
barely half of the needed reagents) to keep her going, she had
little luck. A thought came to mind when she saw a familiar
face, strolling just out of sight. The face of someone who had
worked for her back in the day, something personal, and they
delivered, perhaps they would be willing to take on a cunning
lady like herself? One can only ask.
- What would their nickname be?
I'd go for something along the lines of Wisp, Hush, perhaps even
Scorch, open for discussion, of course.
- How powerful is your character?
Serana is not physically strong, has little to no knowledge when
it comes to wielding weapons, and in all honesty, absolutely
abhors violence without a cause. She has a minor background in
the arcane but soon took a darker turn in her studies, as she
began to delve deep into the world of curses and other forms of
magic induced misfortune. Most of her ability, however, requires
a moderate amount of preparation, as cursing an object requires
time, and concentration, a process very similar to enchanting, a
front she uses, by the way, to conceal the works she does (or
used to do) behind the scenes. She has the ability to toy with
one's mind, for example, rendering her target blind for a short
time, or making them so clumsy they drop the blade they were
about to use against you. None of this is surefire, of course.
The element of surprise is her best friend, and she is no
stranger to using the shadows to her advantage to avoid
confrontation altogether.
- What's her/his background like?
HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JrXpPLcX2B8&ab_channel=tenebraeannolurom
Serana had a pretty normal upbringing, a single child in a
household that was doing okay. They were never rich, but there
were little shortcomings. She attended a school like most others
and joined the college once she showed an aptitude and interest
when it came to "the arcane". Her father, an enchanter by trade
could only encourage this and her mother who was enrolled in her
family's tailoring business supported her as well. When her
initial education was complete, she joined her father's business
as an apprentice and began learning what it was to do what he
did. Years went by and soon she was able to perform most of the
needed work around the shop and things were going quite well.
She knew her father was working long hours and would stay in the
shop for hours after closing, almost always politely refusing
her offers to stay and help out. She knew he would meet with
late night clients during the time she wasn't there but didn't
think much of it, she had run into a few of them on her way out
and most of them came across like the usual clientele,
semi-wealthy folks who wanted their baubles enhanced and their
gem-encrusted rings and necklaces sparkling with arcane energy.
One day, when she arrived for work, she noticed the door had
been forced open, and what she found inside was the ravaged hull
of their once lovely shop. Crates and boxes' contents were
spread across the floor and counter, what was left of their
reagents spread all around and nearly all of their tools taken
or as trashed as the rest of it was. In some places, the
floorboards were ripped out, uncovering what seemed like secret
hiding places, now empty, the dust-print of whatever had been in
there still visible. On the counter were several of the books
she knew and as she started to gingerly organize it all, she
came across one she hadn't seen before. A heavy, dark leather
bound tome, clasped shut with an intricate brass locking
mechanism, no keyhole to be seen and pretty much smooth on first
glance. She tucked that in her bag before heading out once more
to alert the guards and questioning the neighbors, or her
father, about what might have happened. None of the neighboring
shopkeepers had heard or seen anything, and even though they
were expressing their condolences, it was clear they were happy
it wasn't their shops, so she moved on.
Arriving at the house she grew up in and knocking on the door, a
strange feeling passed through her when no answer came. The lock
opened easily and a silent hallway welcomed her on the way in.
Calling out gave her no answer either and after a look around
the house, that feeling of dread solidified. There was little to
no evidence left in the house that showed either one of her
parents had ever lived there. The house was clean, all the
wardrobes empty and even the kitchen looked as if it had been
recently scrubbed. Not knowing what to think, she once again
resorted to calling on the neighbors, none of them knew
anything, as they had an undisturbed sleep last night. Only a
lady across the street had seen a carriage pull up a few hours
after sunset, leaving again, just before midnight. She could
have sworn she saw Serana's father close the door as he went
back inside, and soon after, all the lights in the house had
gone dark, or so she said. Serana thought back to the shop, the
empty house, her parents, both missing, and no-one that saw, or
heard anything out of the ordinary. So Serana once again went by
the barracks to inquire, and report her missing parents, but got
turned away when she was lacking any form of evidence, or
anything at all, pointing towards malicious intent. Feeling
defeated, she went back to the shop, still a mess, to clean up a
little, at the very least. And so she did, she replaced anything
that wasn't broken, took a broom to the floor and discarded
several crates of now useless trash. When the worst was behind
her, she locked the door and took her seat in the back room,
staring at the mysterious book she had once again pulled out of
her bag. It's lock glistening in the artificial light, and
enticing her to touch it. So she did, she ran her hand over the
brass plate on top. Dragging the tips of her fingers across and
to her surprise, leaving small, glowing runes in her fingers'
wake. She pulled back her hand and almost instantly, the runes
vanished again, the plate becoming regular brass once more.
Curious, and a little distracted now, she repeated the process,
this time dragging her fingers all the way to the end and
gasping as the mechanism gave way and snapped open with a
"clack". She ran her hand across the now freed, dark leather
cover and carefully folded open to the first page. Blank, to her
surprise. She flipped to the second, blank as well, as was the
third, the fourth, the fifth... It appeared that the entire
book, locked closed so carefully, was empty. One blank page
after the other. She sat there, in silence, staring at the
pages, closing and locking the book, opening it again, tapping
her fingers on the pages and trying the same technique she had
accidentally applied to the lock, but nothing. The empty pages
remained empty, and once again her frustration surfaced and she
smacked her hand flat on the cover, uttering a curse under her
breath. She could suddenly feel how the book's cover pushed
against her hand and as she lifted it, the cover swung open and
the second page started showing signs of script. Her father's
handwriting, glowing red as it appeared and fading into regular
looking black ink after a few seconds. She wasn't certain how,
but she didn't care. All she knew is that the book was no longer
a collection of worthless paper. She knew there was more to it
now. She just had to find a way to unlock the rest. Most of the
titles in the table of contents on the second page were
familiar. Some of the more advanced enchantments her father had
familiarized her with over the years, all of them now in the
first chapter of the book, alphabetically sorted, with the
needed reagents neatly listed and the process to imbue an object
explained, step by step. Even though she knew all of this, it
was something. She had unraveled what would be the first of many
mysteries to come, and even now, only a quarter of the book was
filled. There were still a few hundred pages with nothing on
them, empty, void of the answers she sought. She worked her mind
hard for the next few hours, trying several incantations to
reveal the hidden knowledge, or to dispel the seal that withheld
her from reading the rest, but to no avail. She was getting
tired, but stubborn enough to keep going and sooner than she'd
hoped, she passed out with her head on the desk.
Several weeks went by, and no word had come about the
whereabouts of her parents. She was worried beyond all else and
had kept the shop closed for the time being. Delving into any
book she could find on hidden script, or magic that could seal
away information from prying eyes and she found a lot, too much.
She tried several things, but most of them she discarded out of
fear of damaging the book, her last link to her missing father,
something, she hoped, would lead her to him, him and her mother.
She had searched the entire shop, under the floors, in drawers
and closed boxes, chests, on the small attic above the storeroom
and even in the bathroom's cabinet, and she had gathered all she
could find that she knew was her father's. She found a comb,
several books, the shop's administration and client list, and a
Mythril pen, which she knew was a gift from her father's father
to him, the first item he had successfully enchanted back in the
day, a pen that could write without the need to fill it with
ink. She knew he treasured this and so she was determined to
keep it safe until he returned. She had used it to take notes in
her notebook, summaries of what she read, the spells she tried
and the incantations she was keeping as a last resort. She had
been looking for clues in the parts she could read, but found
nothing, nothing YET.
One night, she was busy writing. Her father's tome in front of
her, notebook on her lap, and several other books piled on the
desk. She was summarizing one of the recipes for an arcane power
storage when a knock on the door startled her, she pressed down
too hard and pen's tip snapped, blotching the page she was
writing on and sending several small droplets sailing for the
tome. She got up without looking, muttering something to herself
as she cradled the pen, heading for the front door. Standing
there was the landlord, a frail, older gentleman and a friend of
the family, was smiling up at her. He had been around several
times, inquiring if there was any news. Always certain to ensure
that she should not have to worry about rent while this was
unresolved, that he would take care of it until her family was
reunited. And this time was no different, he stopped by to check
up and was immediately worried when he saw the distress on her
face. As she explained what had happened to the pen, and what it
meant to her and her father, he had offered to take it to a
friend of his, to have it looked at and repaired. She had a hard
time letting go of the thing, but she trusted this man and so he
left once again, with the pen. As she returned to her place of
work, she noticed something strange about the tome. The ink she
had spilled was nowhere to be seen, but the energy the tome
always radiated had increased in intensity. Curiously, she
flipped the pages to where she knew it ended previously, only to
find a secondary table of contents, this time with incantations
and compositions she had never heard about, ominously preceded
by "Caution". Once again, the process, reagents, and effects
were listed in detail, like with the previous chapter, and when
she thought this was everything, she noticed there were still a
good amount of pages that were blank. The last thirty or so. And
as she closed the book, the newly unlocked chapter was gone as
well. She reckoned the pen was the key to the second part, and
she would be without that for a few days. She had, however,
taken mental notes of a few of the incantations and was set on
finding out more, the next day.
The next day became the next week, and the next week became the
next month and even long after the pen came back into her hands,
she went on. Spending most her time between the library and the
backroom of her father's shop, rarely visiting her own little
room, sleeping in the shop, or on one of the pillows in the
library. She became obsessed with the book and the last thirty
pages. Memorizing the pages she could read, and soaking up all
she could about what little she could find in the public section
of the library. Due to her profession, she had access to the
more specialized section as well, so months went by and she was
sucked deeper, and deeper into her world of letters, curses,
enchanting and even venturing beyond what was considered safe,
into the world of fell magic, only on paper for now, but her
interest was peaked. She could almost feel the potential, and
the secrets it held. She looked for ways to detect magic and
determine the nature, to eventually break it, but nothing came
close to what she was looking for, or what she was willing to do
to get there. She had become a loner, spending no time with
others as there was no time to spare. Her parents were still
missing, but they had taken a backseat on this venture. The last
pages of the tome, they held what she needed, she knew it. She
could feel it. She went so far as to look into less known, and
obscure magic. Blood magic, seals locked and opened at a cost.
Some times a drop, some times a sacrifice. She didn't think her
father would go to such lengths, but in all reality, what did
she know? They had vanished without a trace, gone. The shop had
been burglarized, whoever did so clearly looking for something,
perhaps they found what they were looking for, perhaps they
missed the point. She knew the tome was to be protected, who
knows what those last pages held. Fell, the second chapter was
bad enough as is. A multitude of ways to make someone miserable,
nearly undetectable when done right. What was her father
involved in? The happy, kind and helpful man. Charitable, always
a helping hand for those who needed it. Never a wrong word to
her or her mother, this was another side of him. The late hours
in the shop, meetings before sunup and business trips where he
would be gone for days, only to return with enough to coin to
last them all another month. She had to find out what the tome
still had to say. She would, and she now knew how far she was
willing to go.
The sun had set and all but one of the crystal-like lamps in the
shop had been turned down. The tome was on the floor in front of
her and she, herself, was kneeling in front of it. Several
occult tomes surrounding her, but only one was open, describing
an old ritual, a sacrifice of blood, to a god no longer known by
many. As the book described, a sacrifice to weaken the seal
keeping safe the soul, preparing it for true enlightenment. Her
reasoning had passed beyond the obvious, and she was desperate
enough to try things like this. Last week, she had sacrificed a
rabbit, to no avail, she had written her name in the critter's
blood, but nothing happened. The empty page absorbed the blood,
and it was gone, giving her nothing but regret. But now, the
next step. If her touch was enough to unlock the first chapter,
and her father's pen's ink unlocked the second, perhaps it
needed more to move on. These were the last pages, and she would
know what they hid from her.
The small, but sharp dagger was glistening in the light. The
turned it in front of her face, admiring its smooth edges, the
unblemished hilt. She knew this was sharp enough to cut through
silk without tearing it, she had seen her mother use this for
years, without fail. And now she would use it. To progress. She
was determined to unravel that with which she had been obsessed,
the last pages. The tome complete. The last piece of the puzzle.
She breathed deeply, steadying herself. She knew she was ready,
but this had to be right. Just... Right. The blade cut deep and
smooth, too deep as if her arm was a pail of butter. Blood
spattered the pages of the tome in front of her and was soaked
like the critter's blood. Nothing happened for a moment, but
then, like before she could feel a burst of energy, fierce
enough to make her shudder, as the third seal gave way. The
sensation mixed with the burning pain from her arm, and the
lightness in her head, and as the letters on the last pages took
shape, Serana gave in to the darkness that overcame her and fell
back.
As she pried her eyes open again, initially blinded by the light
in the room, she could barely make out shapes, but she felt out
of place somehow. As she pushed herself up, a flash of pain went
through her arm. Vague memories of the last night came with the
sensation. The thing standing out most was a face she didn't
think she'd remember, let alone see again... Last night of all
nights. As her eyes adapted to the bright light coming from the
high windows opposite her, she saw a room she did not recognize.
A large bedroom, almost twice the size of her modest apartment.
Sparsely furnished, yet luxurious enough to make her feel out of
place. In the far corner, someone sat. The lady she recalled.
Smiling in her direction, tapping her fingers on an equally
familiar dark leather cover and safely locked brass mechanism.
- How consistent is your character with following the lore?
Very. There are an abundance of things I make up on the spot
though, most of them vaguely based on something that exists but
let's be honest, it would get very dull, very fast if you only
took "spells" and other things from what is available in the
*very limited* lore on magic. I do try to not cross into "edgy"
territory and keep all things in moderation.
- "Are you a killer, son/lass?"
As said, Serana does not like violence without an end. She has
never killed or willingly participated in an obvious ploy that
would have ended in murder. She believes there are better ways
to punish someone you dislike than death. Even in self-defence,
she will rarely resort to things that are potentially lethal.
- Do you accept ‘RP-consequences’?
Of course! That's seventy-five percent of the fun, isn't it?
Action, reaction, boom!
- Any specialties s/he has? Perhaps a skill in something, a
behavioral or personality trait that can be considered unique.
He affiliation with the enchanting/cursing of objects could be
put to work in a variety of settings, for example, enchant a key
to potentially mold itself to that pesky lock you just can't
open! She's also quite venomous. Never really displaying
displeasure until you push her over the limit, and that limit is
not an easy thing to find.
- What's your activity like?
This is something I will moderate more closely this time around.
I will try to be on at least a few times a week, but I know that
if I overdo it again, I will soon once again tire of the
(otherwise amazingly fun) whole thing. (My activity will pick up
somewhere next week, as stated on skype.)
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Re: Serana's Application
By: Laerynna Date: August 28, 2017, 5:16 am
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Thanks a lot for taking the time to write that. With recruitment
now open again I thought I'd take a second peek at this and give
my thoughts!
As for the character itself, not too powerful for the thieves
yet powerful enough to be special from her knowledge and
abilities. There is no need to be violent to be a criminal, or a
thief for that matter, but the only question that is the 'make
or break' part for me -
She has the ability to toy with one's mind, for example,
rendering her target blind for a short time, or making them so
clumsy they drop the blade they were about to use against you.
None of this is surefire, of course. The element of surprise is
her best friend, and she is no stranger to using the shadows to
her advantage to avoid confrontation altogether.
- could this be appointed to theft? There's no doubt Serana
would be helpful to the thieves, but what we lack right now are
actual thieves, pickpockets, thugs, and the like. Would it be
realistic for Serana's major role in Sixty to not just be
helping with magically affected items, but also to meddle with
people's minds to, say, leave that coin pouch on the counter, or
drop that shiny thing on his tracks? It'd mean that toying with
another's mind would be used for more than defensive acts like
blinding and disarming, but I think if she is capable of doing
what I just suggested, then it'd be one of the most desirable
parts of this character in Sixty.
Thanks, will respond after your reply!
- Fade
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Re: Serana's Application
By: Ahote Date: August 28, 2017, 9:43 am
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Why yes, I intentionally limited the character because
omnipotent chars are not fun. Not for you and not for the people
you interact with and although her specialty lies with more
"behind the scenes" work, as stated, she has on several
occasions used the cover of night to break into a place, or get
away from the (whatever it may be) main event to plant one of
her nasty sirprises. As for the mindgames, I'd say there's no
limit (well there is) to the applications, all with varyi g
degrees of success ofcourse, probably flooding the target's mind
with a sense of urgency or numerous unrelated thoughts causing
them to forget to take all their belongings with them as they
chase their "planted" objective. I could go into a plethora of
scenarios, and will if asked, bit I'd say you get the jist.
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Re: Serana's Application
By: Tact Date: September 10, 2017, 8:06 am
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Hey there (again) Beef, and apologies for the silence that's
been surrounding this application!
Thought I'd give an update that this application has been on
hold due to the large number of blood elves already in the
guild, as you have likely guessed / already been told, and
because mains are favoured over alts especially what comes to
races that have reached a cap. The application itself was a
pleasant read, and judging by the little I've seen of the
character in RP she has seemed interesting, and already built
some loose connections to the gang. When/if the situation should
change, we know where to contact you, and the other way around!
- Tact
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Re: Serana's Application
By: Ahote Date: September 16, 2017, 7:22 am
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Sounds good all in all, I've been busy with other things so the
hold doesn't come at a bad time at all, which you most likely
noticed by my activity, or lack thereof.
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