Character Application
The following constitutes an application for a character in Requiem. Please copy the below fields, fill them out using a word processor, and then post the completed application to our Character Application Board, located here. The staff will the review the application, and upon approval, your character will be granted a Quarantine Visa in-game, allowing them to leave the Rumbling Pass Quarantine Checkpoint and enter the world of Eden.
Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played:
I came in act 2 or 3 and never left. It’sa me Talexis
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: Asher you are killing me! Threy violated me and I liked it.
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard? This is my home
What will your character’s name be?:
Lucian Delavious
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features: He is a 6’1”, 33 year old with darker skin. His dark brown eyes seem cold, almost as if he has seen too much in his life. His body, if you ever see it, is well toned with Decusian symbols tattooed along his chest and arms covering wounds from battles past. On his right hand is a tattoo that seems to show significance, it is a sword with an eight point star on it that is engulfed by a flame.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:The intentions of Lucian is spread the true Decusian faith that has been lost to the Republic and all the lands since the acceptance of magic and to fight what his knightly order would consider to be beings of the Ill or anything heretical in nature. As well as to find the worthy faithful to squire and grow his knightly order (The Lumen Obumbratio).
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):
Born from a long line of knights within the Lumen Obumbratio, Lucian is what is known to them as a faithful blood, meaning he comes from a long line of those known to be devout and faithful to the true Decusian ways. As with most born with faithful blood they began shaping his mind into that which would fit the culture of the Lumen Obumbratio. He was taught to know the significance of holding those within the order as family and putting family first. He was also taught of the two truths, the true truth which was only shared with those within the order and the second truth which would leave out key parts that would be damaging towards the Order. When he was old enough to carry a weapon, it was deemed he was old enough to train in the arts of war even though they already shaped his mind to be a keen tactician. Long were the hours where they would train him in weapons until he decided which suited him best. Once he mastered his weapon, they trained him in the ways of tolerating attacks from the arcane. They taught of how his devout faith could be used as a shield against the evils of the Arcane. By his 16th year after birth they saw him ready to fully serve the order as a knight, he had ascended the ways of his parent’s squire a proud day in his family. The order tasked him to take part in the many battles that were waging on in these times and by giving secretive aid he was to help give the Templar and those faithful to Decus the upper hand against the true enemy of the Resolve and all of the Ill that they believed fed off their ways. The wake of dead mages and beasts of Ill was the trail he left as he made his way through the provinces.
Briefly write an in-character response to the following scenario:
You have finally arrived at your destination; the Rumbling Pass train-yards. Before you stands a massive outpost, looking to have been erected within the past few years, 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 range that effectively contains the First Province within, the outpost serves as the last obstacle you must overcome before entering 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. Behind him, a passenger train, a marvel of technological advancement, sits idling on its’ tracks, dozens of persons filling it’s numerous passenger cars. A true rarity within the Republic, you can hardly believe your eyes (and ears) as the locomotive releases a massive plume of steam from its’ smokestack. You overhear many a bewildered citizen around you gossip as to how the only truly safe way into the Province is now by rail, for the Rumbling Pass’ mountains are nigh impassible and miles long, with the only safe navigable tunnels being those traveled in the safety of locomotives and rail-cars. You shudder for a moment, pondering how many forsaken souls attempted to flee the cloistered Province through the Pass’ winding, dark tunnels, hordes of Afflicted upon their heels, only to be cut down in the pitch-black darkness.
It strikes you as peculiar that so much effort has been made in securing a means of logistical supply and personnel transportation into the fallen First Province. You’ve heard rumors before of Quarantine Zones; entire Municipalities and even Territories being cut-off from access due to the blight of the Torment and the over-abundance of the walking dead – but in most instances, no one is ever trying to get into to those forsaken places. Yet here, mere miles from the ruins of Tor, masses congregate in order to make their way into the First Province Quarantine Zone. If you hadn’t known any better, the entire scene – the Outpost, the mass of military personnel, the throngs of citizens and the hissing locomotive – resembles more of an evacuation rather than a one-way ticket into anarchy and lawlessness. As you make your way closer to the train-yard outpost, you can’t help but recall all of the wild and crazy stories concerning all manners of rumors about the First Province since it’s fall two years ago. Some say that the treasures awaiting the bold are beyond measure – others swear that Salvation and Ascension is guaranteed for those who would follow their Faith and help reclaim the First Coast.
Where the truth lies, you’ve no idea – you only know that you’re here, at the precipice of it all, and your destination is within reach.
You watch, somewhat defeated, as but a scant few of the hundreds that approach the outpost officiant, who 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 and train-yards proper. You see some swarthy fellows 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, flashing official looking papers from a Faction or influential Prelacy house, who promptly waves them through. While watching and eavesdropping, you manage to overhear the well-rehearsed speech the officiant provides to those whom don’t provide paperwork or grease his palm, the words monotone and nasally.
“By decree of the Venerated Church, the First Province is 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 Quarantine Visa by the perimeter authority.”
The officiant snorts in disdain, then adds the last line to the rehearsed monologue:
“State your business and make it quick, citizen; we’ve enough bodies in there to keep us busy for years without adding yours to the pile, and those VIC are stirring up problems something fierce as of late.”
You ponder the situation for a moment, evaluating your options. It is 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 or Prelacy Families 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 – although his price may be hefty. However, despite it all, you’re sure that some of those let in appeared to have made a convincing case with the officiant without resorting to subterfuge or immorality. Gathering your wits, you step forward towards the officiant, and make your decision as to how to gain access to the First Province.
Seraph Lucian Delavious, dressed in the crimson red of the republic mixed with the white of the church looks to the man, studying him for a few moments before he pulls out and offers his travel visa with the seal of the church on it. “I am Lucian Delavious, Seraph of the Lumen Obumbratio and the Order of Decus. I bring my men to reinforce our forces within the province. By the name of Decus, accept my papers and let us pass. We have the work of the righteous to complete in these lands to bring them back to the order that the Republic demands.” Lucian then gets stuck in a gaze with the man, awaiting for him to let him pass.
Application for Lucian Delavious
Re: Application for Lucian Delavious
Your application is...
DENIED!
Roleplaying a sibling of a previous PDed character you played is already a touchy subject and something we approach with caution. We tend to look at these apps a bit more scrutiny due to the problems that could arise if players do not handle the roleplay correctly.
It's because of this and due to the similarities with your PDed character's application ( viewtopic.php?f=25&t=708&p=797#p797 ) that you have been denied.
If you have any questions or concerns please submit a ticket via Discord and we'll gladly help you out however we can. You will have to resubmit an application that's wholly unique to this character.
DENIED!
Roleplaying a sibling of a previous PDed character you played is already a touchy subject and something we approach with caution. We tend to look at these apps a bit more scrutiny due to the problems that could arise if players do not handle the roleplay correctly.
It's because of this and due to the similarities with your PDed character's application ( viewtopic.php?f=25&t=708&p=797#p797 ) that you have been denied.
If you have any questions or concerns please submit a ticket via Discord and we'll gladly help you out however we can. You will have to resubmit an application that's wholly unique to this character.
God damn do I love you, Talexis. LOL
Re: Application for Lucian Delavious
Character Application
The following constitutes an application for a character in Requiem. Please copy the below fields, fill them out using a word processor, and then post the completed application to our Character Application Board, located here. The staff will the review the application, and upon approval, your character will be granted a Quarantine Visa in-game, allowing them to leave the Rumbling Pass Quarantine Checkpoint and enter the world of Eden.
Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played:
I came in act 2 or 3 and never left. It’sa me Talexis
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: Asher you are killing me! Threy violated me and I liked it.
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard? This is my home
What will your character’s name be?:
Lucian Delavious
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features: He is a 6’1”, 33 year old with darker skin. His dark brown eyes seem cold, almost as if he has seen too much in his life. His body, if you ever see it, is well toned with Decusian symbols tattooed along his chest and arms covering wounds from battles past. On his right hand is a tattoo that seems to show significance, it is a sword with an eight point star on it that is engulfed by a flame.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province: The intentions of Lucian are to continue his missing brother’s work in the First Province and to help bring the Province back into order in the name of Decus. As well he aims to protect and serve the Decusian faith and people.
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):
Being the younger brother of Marcus, Lucian was always trying to best his big brother. It was like a competition between the two. Who could run around their home in Redholme faster, who was better at studying the knightly vows and oaths, everything they did they became better at because they challenged each other. Though Marcus was the one better known for his battle prowess, Lucian was always more of a calm demeanor, he preferred to think things through. It is this method of thinking that made the order take notice of him, training him to be in charge and lead men to battle, making plans for attacks and defenses, and studying how to properly battle the ill and apostates. Where Marcus was sent off to the distant reaches of Vitaveus, Lucian stayed more local to the capitals of the Republic, slaying all manners of beasts and witches along the side of the VIC and Templar orders. He became well known to their allies, leading to him eventually become the Seraph of the Lumen Obumbratio.
Briefly write an in-character response to the following scenario:
You have finally arrived at your destination; the Rumbling Pass train-yards. Before you stands a massive outpost, looking to have been erected within the past few years, 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 range that effectively contains the First Province within, the outpost serves as the last obstacle you must overcome before entering 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. Behind him, a passenger train, a marvel of technological advancement, sits idling on its’ tracks, dozens of persons filling it’s numerous passenger cars. A true rarity within the Republic, you can hardly believe your eyes (and ears) as the locomotive releases a massive plume of steam from its’ smokestack. You overhear many a bewildered citizen around you gossip as to how the only truly safe way into the Province is now by rail, for the Rumbling Pass’ mountains are nigh impassible and miles long, with the only safe navigable tunnels being those traveled in the safety of locomotives and rail-cars. You shudder for a moment, pondering how many forsaken souls attempted to flee the cloistered Province through the Pass’ winding, dark tunnels, hordes of Afflicted upon their heels, only to be cut down in the pitch-black darkness.
It strikes you as peculiar that so much effort has been made in securing a means of logistical supply and personnel transportation into the fallen First Province. You’ve heard rumors before of Quarantine Zones; entire Municipalities and even Territories being cut-off from access due to the blight of the Torment and the over-abundance of the walking dead – but in most instances, no one is ever trying to get into to those forsaken places. Yet here, mere miles from the ruins of Tor, masses congregate in order to make their way into the First Province Quarantine Zone. If you hadn’t known any better, the entire scene – the Outpost, the mass of military personnel, the throngs of citizens and the hissing locomotive – resembles more of an evacuation rather than a one-way ticket into anarchy and lawlessness. As you make your way closer to the train-yard outpost, you can’t help but recall all of the wild and crazy stories concerning all manners of rumors about the First Province since it’s fall two years ago. Some say that the treasures awaiting the bold are beyond measure – others swear that Salvation and Ascension is guaranteed for those who would follow their Faith and help reclaim the First Coast.
Where the truth lies, you’ve no idea – you only know that you’re here, at the precipice of it all, and your destination is within reach.
You watch, somewhat defeated, as but a scant few of the hundreds that approach the outpost officiant, who 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 and train-yards proper. You see some swarthy fellows 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, flashing official looking papers from a Faction or influential Prelacy house, who promptly waves them through. While watching and eavesdropping, you manage to overhear the well-rehearsed speech the officiant provides to those whom don’t provide paperwork or grease his palm, the words monotone and nasally.
“By decree of the Venerated Church, the First Province is 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 Quarantine Visa by the perimeter authority.”
The officiant snorts in disdain, then adds the last line to the rehearsed monologue:
“State your business and make it quick, citizen; we’ve enough bodies in there to keep us busy for years without adding yours to the pile, and those VIC are stirring up problems something fierce as of late.”
You ponder the situation for a moment, evaluating your options. It is 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 or Prelacy Families 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 – although his price may be hefty. However, despite it all, you’re sure that some of those let in appeared to have made a convincing case with the officiant without resorting to subterfuge or immorality. Gathering your wits, you step forward towards the officiant, and make your decision as to how to gain access to the First Province.
Seraph Lucian Delavious, dressed in the crimson red of the republic mixed with the white of the church looks to the man, studying him for a few moments before he pulls out and offers his travel visa with the seal of the church on it. “I am Lucian Delavious, Seraph of the Lumen Obumbratio and the Order of Decus. I bring my men to reinforce our forces within the province. By the name of Decus, accept my papers and let us pass. We have the work of the righteous to complete in these lands to bring them back to the order that the Republic demands.” Lucian then gets stuck in a gaze with the man, awaiting for him to let him pass.
The following constitutes an application for a character in Requiem. Please copy the below fields, fill them out using a word processor, and then post the completed application to our Character Application Board, located here. The staff will the review the application, and upon approval, your character will be granted a Quarantine Visa in-game, allowing them to leave the Rumbling Pass Quarantine Checkpoint and enter the world of Eden.
Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played:
I came in act 2 or 3 and never left. It’sa me Talexis
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: Asher you are killing me! Threy violated me and I liked it.
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard? This is my home
What will your character’s name be?:
Lucian Delavious
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features: He is a 6’1”, 33 year old with darker skin. His dark brown eyes seem cold, almost as if he has seen too much in his life. His body, if you ever see it, is well toned with Decusian symbols tattooed along his chest and arms covering wounds from battles past. On his right hand is a tattoo that seems to show significance, it is a sword with an eight point star on it that is engulfed by a flame.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province: The intentions of Lucian are to continue his missing brother’s work in the First Province and to help bring the Province back into order in the name of Decus. As well he aims to protect and serve the Decusian faith and people.
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):
Being the younger brother of Marcus, Lucian was always trying to best his big brother. It was like a competition between the two. Who could run around their home in Redholme faster, who was better at studying the knightly vows and oaths, everything they did they became better at because they challenged each other. Though Marcus was the one better known for his battle prowess, Lucian was always more of a calm demeanor, he preferred to think things through. It is this method of thinking that made the order take notice of him, training him to be in charge and lead men to battle, making plans for attacks and defenses, and studying how to properly battle the ill and apostates. Where Marcus was sent off to the distant reaches of Vitaveus, Lucian stayed more local to the capitals of the Republic, slaying all manners of beasts and witches along the side of the VIC and Templar orders. He became well known to their allies, leading to him eventually become the Seraph of the Lumen Obumbratio.
Briefly write an in-character response to the following scenario:
You have finally arrived at your destination; the Rumbling Pass train-yards. Before you stands a massive outpost, looking to have been erected within the past few years, 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 range that effectively contains the First Province within, the outpost serves as the last obstacle you must overcome before entering 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. Behind him, a passenger train, a marvel of technological advancement, sits idling on its’ tracks, dozens of persons filling it’s numerous passenger cars. A true rarity within the Republic, you can hardly believe your eyes (and ears) as the locomotive releases a massive plume of steam from its’ smokestack. You overhear many a bewildered citizen around you gossip as to how the only truly safe way into the Province is now by rail, for the Rumbling Pass’ mountains are nigh impassible and miles long, with the only safe navigable tunnels being those traveled in the safety of locomotives and rail-cars. You shudder for a moment, pondering how many forsaken souls attempted to flee the cloistered Province through the Pass’ winding, dark tunnels, hordes of Afflicted upon their heels, only to be cut down in the pitch-black darkness.
It strikes you as peculiar that so much effort has been made in securing a means of logistical supply and personnel transportation into the fallen First Province. You’ve heard rumors before of Quarantine Zones; entire Municipalities and even Territories being cut-off from access due to the blight of the Torment and the over-abundance of the walking dead – but in most instances, no one is ever trying to get into to those forsaken places. Yet here, mere miles from the ruins of Tor, masses congregate in order to make their way into the First Province Quarantine Zone. If you hadn’t known any better, the entire scene – the Outpost, the mass of military personnel, the throngs of citizens and the hissing locomotive – resembles more of an evacuation rather than a one-way ticket into anarchy and lawlessness. As you make your way closer to the train-yard outpost, you can’t help but recall all of the wild and crazy stories concerning all manners of rumors about the First Province since it’s fall two years ago. Some say that the treasures awaiting the bold are beyond measure – others swear that Salvation and Ascension is guaranteed for those who would follow their Faith and help reclaim the First Coast.
Where the truth lies, you’ve no idea – you only know that you’re here, at the precipice of it all, and your destination is within reach.
You watch, somewhat defeated, as but a scant few of the hundreds that approach the outpost officiant, who 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 and train-yards proper. You see some swarthy fellows 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, flashing official looking papers from a Faction or influential Prelacy house, who promptly waves them through. While watching and eavesdropping, you manage to overhear the well-rehearsed speech the officiant provides to those whom don’t provide paperwork or grease his palm, the words monotone and nasally.
“By decree of the Venerated Church, the First Province is 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 Quarantine Visa by the perimeter authority.”
The officiant snorts in disdain, then adds the last line to the rehearsed monologue:
“State your business and make it quick, citizen; we’ve enough bodies in there to keep us busy for years without adding yours to the pile, and those VIC are stirring up problems something fierce as of late.”
You ponder the situation for a moment, evaluating your options. It is 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 or Prelacy Families 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 – although his price may be hefty. However, despite it all, you’re sure that some of those let in appeared to have made a convincing case with the officiant without resorting to subterfuge or immorality. Gathering your wits, you step forward towards the officiant, and make your decision as to how to gain access to the First Province.
Seraph Lucian Delavious, dressed in the crimson red of the republic mixed with the white of the church looks to the man, studying him for a few moments before he pulls out and offers his travel visa with the seal of the church on it. “I am Lucian Delavious, Seraph of the Lumen Obumbratio and the Order of Decus. I bring my men to reinforce our forces within the province. By the name of Decus, accept my papers and let us pass. We have the work of the righteous to complete in these lands to bring them back to the order that the Republic demands.” Lucian then gets stuck in a gaze with the man, awaiting for him to let him pass.
Re: Application for Lucian Delavious
Congratulations, adventurer! Your application is...
Approved!
Please ensure that your character name is spelled correctly upon exiting the Songmaker's chambers. A GM will approve your character at their earliest convenience.
Welcome to Requiem!
Approved!
Please ensure that your character name is spelled correctly upon exiting the Songmaker's chambers. A GM will approve your character at their earliest convenience.
Welcome to Requiem!
The officiant takes the papers and looks them over skeptically. After a long moment of reading, he hands them back to you, examing you a long moment. "You look familiar." His eyes narrow briefly before shaking his head and signaling for you to continue. "Flame guide you, Seraph."