MeteorDragon

I did this

This is why I hate lotc staff

WE KILLED THE PALEBEAST
WE KILLED THE PALEBEAST

WE KILLED THE PALEBEAST

Elvenesse Sus

yo he's pimp chimpin

It's the worst feeling doing an event that's meant to be spooky and then no one being afraid irp

Kristain wonders why his auntie has posters of her sitting around

So long as the Ashwood family gets one, you get a +1

Theris would clap his hands for the bard event "G-Good l-luck h-h-hosting, B-Bella!"

You're joining the 3 year gang before I am damn it! Well.. it's been a weird 3 years for us all

Tell me your favorite color.. it's the only question CT management taught me to ask

Fragmented Memories

An Elven man closed his green eyes, falling into a deep slumber. As he slept, his rose petal hair flaking onto the grassy earth below him. A light breeze flew over his body, gracing the epiphyte with a pleasant night to aid in his sleeping. Several butterflies came to land upon his head, one even landing gracefully upon the rose that lie before himself. Though, while the world around him lie in peace, within his mind, in his dreams, Theris came to suffer a grand nightmare.

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A forest. An elf. A young elven man running, faster and faster. The world blew by his locks of brown hair, his flesh smooth and kissed by the sun. Three men, humans, ran behind the poor elf. As he passed a tree, the world went black, the sounds of frantic breathing staining the nightmare he was currently visiting, no.. living.

Chains, a dark room covered in stone bricks. Blood dripped from the poor elf's lips and body, pooling below him. The crack of a whip was followed by several more strikes. A human stood before the poor elf cleaning the blood from the weapon he held. The man chuckled, a disgusting grin upon his lips. The harmed elf would close his eyes, a darkness flooding the world around him once again.

Healed, a stone city atop a frozen mountain. A snow elf, a smile. The two smiled. A flash, darkness pulled him to another scene. Her face was in front of his, a ring upon his finger. There was happiness, but not for long. An arrow sunk into the snow elf's throat and the two of them fell to the ground. Tears. Tears filled his eyes as he got pulled away one more time.

Sunlight, shining upon his sun-kissed body, scars resting on his body. A smiling pair of druii stood over him, one he could not tell, though the other was someone with pure white hair and purple eyes. He only knew that he saw her as a motherly figure. Though, another flash sent her away. His skin turned green and his hair red, leaving him as a rose.

A woman with white hair, a goblin who stood as a White Rose Epiphyte. They hugged, though his memories sent her away too. Sadness welled up in him and soon the world turned to complete darkness for the last time. He was completely alone, with no one there for him. He had to rid his memories and thus, he did, rebirthing himself as a new epiphyte. Though his nightmare did not show him this.

-=-

Theris woke up with tears in his eyes, streaming down his face. He could remember every detail about the dream he had, the memories he had once lost. While most of his memories remained away from his grasp, only the darkest ones were left in his head. He stood up and left to go bathe in a pond, keeping quiet about what he had went through. It was his past life, there was no reason to relive it. As he stood out of the pond, his hand reached out, a single, blue butterfly resting upon his pointer finger.

Art made by mwarsbwars

IC Information:

Your Name: Elexia Savur

Your Race: High Elf

Your Age: 68

Nation of Residence: Haelun'or and Others, kind of

Reason you wish to to join the circle: "I wish to become a Sorceress or at least learn more about magic for the sake of learning. Along those lines, I also wish to try and learn how best to use it to enhance my daily life and my job as a musician in whatever way I a can. While self defense would be nice, that's not my main priority with wishing to learn/learn about such arts."

I hate the palebeast

I hate the palebeast

I hate the palebeast

1 hour ago, rukio said:

Nah you defo joined a year ago chill I refuse to believe it

Sadly I remember joining LOTC in late 2018 and he has always been there

MC Name:

         Meteor__Dragon

Character's Name:

         Theris

Character's Age:

         In his 200s or something

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Sycophants of Boletius

Teacher's MC Name:

         BloomOfFruma

Teacher's RP Name:

         Hui

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes.

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No.

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes.

Sulieronn lies back in his bed, peering up at the ceiling while muttering his thought aloud. "A ball.. How interesting. Ive not danced in years, perhaps now is a good time to pick it up again." He lets off a deep breath before swinging his feet to the side to let himself stand up. The elven man walks to his closet, opening it up with a flick of his wrist. "I wonder what I'll wear."

A 'ker would read over the notice and nod slightly. Sul leans back slightly on the bench in which he sat, simply peering up to the sky "Hm.. I don't blame you, Aech." The man speaks to himself

An epiphyte would read over the parchment before cheering on his friend of the earth. Then, Theris would saunter back to sitting down in the nature away from some cities

We hate the Palebeast.

Buy this woman's skins

Kung Pow: Enter The Fist

Hands down, hilarious movie

MC Name:

         ImAGameshow

Character's Name:

         Itulan

Character's Age:

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

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Sorvian

Creator's MC Name:

         formenost

Creator's RP Name:

         formenost

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

A Sorvian is a clay creation that has been made by one who knows Sorvian Sculpting. When being sculpted, the Sculptor will create a husk out of a wooden skeleton before covering the whole thing in clay- said clay turning into the creation's flesh once it comes to life. They can be anywhere from three to six feet tall and will always have a mask upon their "face" that has two holes for eyes and a single hole for their mouth, both appearing to be pitch black when looked at. Sorvians can be killed in one of three ways, cutting into their chest cavity, slicing off their head, or breaking their porcelain mask. Should the chest be cut open it will take 5 emotes for them to perish while it would take only one should their head be cut off. When trying to break the mask, it takes a total of 3 emotes. Though, killing a Sorvian doesn't mean that's it's truly dead as it can be revived by the Sculptor who made them. By gaining the mask of the Sorvian, they can bind it to a new clay body, a "Husk", or if the mask has been thoroughly destroyed, they can be revived with a recreation of their mask and a new Husk. In addition to this, any Sculptor may remake limbs for Sorvians by creating a clay limb, placing blood runes upon it and attaching it to the body of the disabled Sorvian. They do not bleed and hold no muscle, meaning that their movements are a bit more precise in addition to them being ambidextrous. Sorvians are creatures who are timeless in age, meaning that they will never die of old age, though they can become weathered from time and any injury that befalls them will remain upon their body, unhealed. Finally, the Sorvians have a harder time feeling pain due to their enhanced pain tolerance, though any pain they do feel is known to linger on for years before being completely gone. Even with the pain tolerance, they are rather prone to being cut and broken due to what their made of- being able to be cut much easier and it only taking two good hits to break their skeleton.

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

Sorvians are humanoid creatures that always don a mask that changes based on what situations the Sorvian finds themselves following- though it will generally stay still, unable to change expressions. They tend to wear the cloths or mortals as it can fit them just like it would fit anyone else! Most of them are seen wearing full body outfits, covering up any spot of their body that would be considered "flesh."

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         Nope

MC Name: ImAGameshow
Discord: Meteor Dragon#8579

What is your profession RP of choice? Blacksmith, though I also find Wood Working rather fun as well

Have you read and understood this lore? I have

Do you hate the Palebeast? I HATE THE PALEBEAST I HATE THE PALEBEAST I HATE THE PALEBEAST

A 'ker clicks his tongue as he leans forward, placing his gloved hands upon a long surgical table that lie below his home. His head peers to the dozens of diagrams and pictures he had drawn along with the notes he scribbled next to each one. "A shame that stress lies upon those least deserving of it." Sulieronn grasps onto a diagram he had just creates, rolling up the paper into a sort of scroll before sliding it on his shelf to let it go along with the rest of his collection "But peace.. Im glad to see Athri find such a thing. Let it take it's time.. but not too much time" With that, Sul gets back to work.

A particular DEAD Ashwood known formerly as Xavis "Igne" Ashwood calculates his score in the afterlife, has a stroke, dies again, and decides it's not worth it.