Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played:
I've been around
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two:
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard?
Gimme some of that sweet, sweet gore-laden roleplay.
What will your character’s name be?:
Zevi
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features:
Zevi would look sorely out of place anywhere other than the wilderness, with mud caked ragged clothing and an earthen "aroma" that would make more refined company gag. He stands at a lanky 6'4, his lithe form appears deceptively malnourished though his movements betray his dexterous aptitude. Three large claw marks mar his otherwise unremarkable facial features.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:
Zevi is motivated by a desire to explore the world, and felt drawn towards surviving within the capital of civilization.
Briefly provide a pertinent detail or notable quality of your character’s history (this does not have to be exhaustive nor revealing of any information you wish to keep secret):
Zevi is a native of Prodai, the desert province that boasts little in the way of civilization since the Decusians first conquered their way across the continent. He learned the way of the hunt, passed on within his nomadic tribe, and they avoided the easterners at all costs. At the age of eighteen, Zevi's tribe was scattered by a fiercely and unnatural storm that swept inland from the coastal regions. Alone, and often living on the outskirts of civilization, Zevi has made his way east against his elders' teachings and towards an unknown destiny behind the mountains of the First Province.
Briefly write an in-character response to the following scenario:
You have finally arrived at your destination; the Rumbling Pass checkpoint. Before you stands a massive outpost, looking to have been erected only recently, of which is patrolled by numerous Legionnaires and Church Templar. The outpost guards the only viable entrance to the recently quarantined First Province; the home of Tor, the fallen capital of the Republic. Sitting at the foot of the massive mountain line that effectively contains the First Province within, the outpost serves as the last obstacle you must overcome before gaining entry into the quarantined territory. You and others like you assemble outside of the palisades of the outpost, awaiting the opportunity to speak your case to the presiding Legion officiant who is processing admittance to the Province.
You watch as but a scant few of the dozens that approach the officiant, whom stands at the outer gates of the outpost flanked by a few heavily armored Legionnaires, are actually allowed to pass through the man-door and into the outpost. You see some slip pieces of gold to the officiant, while others plead their cases and rationale as to why they should be allowed to enter the recently fallen territory. Some appear to provide some sort of paperwork to the officiant, whom promptly waves them through. While eavesdropping, you manage to overhear the well-rehearsed speech the officiant provides to those whom don’t provide paperwork or grease his palm.
“By decree of the Venerated Church, the First Province is considered to be a mortal health hazard, and as such, is quarantined under Article Eighteen of the Republic Treatise of Health Act of 1320. Citizens who do not possess a Quarantine Visa issued by one of the recognized Factions of the Republic are considered non-essential to the reclamation of the First Province. Under Article Eighteen, non-essentials seeking entry into an official quarantine zone must petition for entry into a said zone, and state just cause for the issuing of a visa by the perimeter authority. State your business and make it good, citizen; we’ve enough bodies in there to keep us busy for months without adding yours to the pile.”
You ponder the situation for a moment, evaluating your options. It’s well known that with the right connections and the right amount of coin, one can get their hands on a Quarantine Visa from any one of the major Factions of the Republic, or even a passable counterfeit from more nefarious sources. At the same time, it would appear that the officiant doesn’t appear to be above some simple bribery. However, you’re sure that some of those let in appeared to have made a convincing case with the officiant. Gathering your wits, you make your decision as to how to gain access to the First Province.
Zevi, mistrustful of the heavily armed men who appear just as his elders had described from tales of the conquerors, attempted to draw as little attention to himself as possible. He listened as closely as he could to the others as they appeared before the officiant, and when it came time to speak to the man he made his case in his thick Prodai accent:
"I have come to help drive back the hordes that plague our great Republic. My skill as a hunter should prove invaluable to the efforts."