Application for Qasira Bahri

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PLAYER QUESTIONS: By applying, you are signaling to staff you have read the application, character and shard rules.

 

Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played: I dabbled in Requiem ages ago, possible up to a decade ago. I also played on the old DarkageRP shard.

 

How did you hear about Requiem? Gave it a Google search and sure enough the shard is still in operation. I see lots of familiar faces in the discord as well.

 
CHARACTER QUESTIONS

(Please note: Staff is looking for at least three lore references in your application when reviewing.)

 

What will your character’s name be?

Qasira Bahri

 

Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features:

Qasira is of a dark tanned complexion, with blonde hair, and hazel-brown eyes. She stands at a height of 5'3" and is naturally a chubby woman. She is healthy, but has seemingly not been one for hard manual tasks or pressing back the Legions in battle in her homeland of Prodai. Aged 30, her skin and face is still supple for one who has lived their life in a desert, since more often than not she is fully covered and wears a veil to protect from the suns scorching light. Her voice is soft, and she is sometimes slow to speak, contemplating her words carefully or patiently listening to others around.

 

Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:

Qasira has heard stories and rumors about someone who might help her gain knowledge of her healing abilities. The stories of Hako have drawn her out of her desert homeland of Prodai, the first time she has ever left the isolated region in her life. Perhaps she can gain knowledge of the Decusian church and Legion useful to pushing them out of her homeland. Or perhaps maybe their false god isn't so bad after all.

 

Please provide a few short paragraphs with pertinent details or notable qualities of your character’s history. This does not have to be exhaustive nor revealing of any information you wish to keep secret:

As a young girl Qasira discovered her innate ability to heal small critters. In an alleyway in her large home city was a stray dog, sickly and on the brink of dying. Soon it collapsed in the alley and it broke young Qasira's heart, and she was compelled to comfort the forlorn animal. Her focus and sadness were so great that she began to heal the dead dog and soon it was able to limp away. Alas being a novice and out of sheer shock she lost focus and and the flow of magic seemed to leave. Her entire life she continued to study her art, but never in a group setting or under the tutelage of others, it was always her little secret.

Qasira is fairly devout in her praise of the old God Kings of her homeland, and thus views the torment as a righteous curse upon those who would do harm and bring the blasphemy of a new religion to her homeland. Never an official a member of the Luella, she does support their cause of separatist liberation. She views The Republic as sort of religious crusaders who have seemingly been losing ground, and is happy to see the dismantling of their cathedrals by the Luella.

 
Please write a few short paragraphs of 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.

Offering a clearly fake smile, Qasira meets eyes with the official. She knows she has to make her case well, and being from an province the Republic wishes to simply "contain" she better make it good.

"Sir, I come to the First Province seeking to learn more about the great culture of the Decusians. Being from Prodai, there could be a diplomatic cultural exchange and perhaps our peoples may find common ground. In my tour throughout your great lands I will be working as a healer, and will pay any tribute or taxes that are required. It is my hopes that I will be able to aid your peoples afflictions and bring and understanding between our peoples. I shall obey all laws and decrees and swear myself to any levy mustered if it is so deemed." Qasira said as she folded her hands in front of herself and offered a polite dip of her head.

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