Murat (Third)

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Lamora
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Murat (Third)

Post by Lamora » March 18th, 2019, 3:42 pm

Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played: Yep, just this act.

Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: Been roleplaying for some time multiple UO servers. I’m not very good.

Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard? Expect some good ‘ol times.

What will your character’s name be?: Murat

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

Murat is a small, fox faced man with angled features. He stands no taller than 5’2, short enough to be mistaken for a boy and possess a wiry figure. He has a head of thick, straight, bright auburn hair and astonishing hazel, almond-shaped eyes that appear almost yellow in the right light. His skin is olive with an even complexion. His top teeth are angled inward, his canine slightly elongated granting his smile a feline quality. Across his left eyebrow is a single, faint scar. He appears to be somewhere in his mid-twenties. He speaks in a slow drawl, a sharp grin mounted on his face more often than not.

Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:
Continue his service to house Baros.

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):

Murat was born in the Port City of Dwindain. His father was prodain sailor, or so he had been told, who bedded his mother and took to sea, leaving his seed unattended. Yet it grew still, despite the neglect, into a bright haired boy with a inclination for violence. Growing up without any form of discipline was not easy nor was it, Murat would reflect later in his life, very hard. There were many opportunities for young boys within Dwindain. One such opportunity lead to introduction with one Sir Baros. The elderly man took a liking to Murat, offering to take him within household. Murat’s mother happily agreed, even more happily accepting the pouch of coins that come with the proposition.

The Baros Family was a wealthy merchant house, having respectable holdings and less respectable reputation. Sir Lyle Baros the First, having no children, took Murat under his wing. Offering him tutoring and treating him as son. This was short lived, however, for a year later he was blessed with his first child, a son, no less. Afterwards Murat fell away from spotlight though not treated poorly. Offered training and lodging as well as duties around the house. Years later he was given a spot as Head of House Guard, despite being far too young and inexperienced. Being close in age he became close friends with the two sons of Lyle Baros.

The sons would go on to inherit the crippled estate from their father and seeing its complete crumble within a few years. Though they lost nearly all of their servants and guards Murat remained, not out of loyalty or friendship but something else. A reason even he himself was unsure of. The next years were bloody. Loans that would never be paid. Bones that would never be mended. It was work he enjoyed and, better yet, he was good at. Yet all comes to an end and so it did. With a sizable loan to sizable house, left unpaid as they often were. A beating gone too far, as they often did, leaving the boy dead. A House swearing revenge and a swift exit from Dwindain destined for the First Province.

Briefly write an in-character response to the following scenario:

“No, no, the big one first, you buffoon!” Lyle shouted as he watched Murat untie the small sacks of luggage from the worn down wagon that served as their carriage for the journey to the first province. Murat worked the knots slowly, his pace sharing none of the urgency Lyle’s tone was meant to impart.

“Look at this line, Rat! This will not do!” Lyle spoke once again, turned now to face the line that awaited them.

Murat spared a glance towards the checkpoint, examining it’s monotoned features with a thing akin to admiration. How something could be so dreary, so void of any semblance of life was nothing but impressive. Mayhaps such a beginning to their new life was a blessing? Something to lend a healthy stifling of expectations? He decided it was so as he hefted the last of the baggage onto his shoulder and turned to where Lyle stood.

Approaching at a listless pace he came to stand beside Lyle. “Unbelievable!” Lyle scoffed, offering a quick gesture to follow before pressing forward towards the checkpoint.

Murat followed, walking past the line with an easy arrogance that came with familiarity to combat. His eyes shifted sidelong to take in the visages of those they passed. The disgruntled faces, the dumbfounded looks and those who did not look at all. Resigned, as all must be, to their place in life. None spoke out. Not here in this defeated place. A grin seeped onto Murat’s lips, slow in it’s awakening and fierce in it’s unveiling, as he took his place behind Lyle in line.

The wait was short, yet filled nonetheless by the constant condemnation of Lyle’s displeasure. Murat watched as Lyle approached and exchanged a few choice words with the guards before being sent through. A moment later the guard spoke out with undue volume.

“Next!

Murat approached, feral grin unwavering as he looked up to the guard.

“Good day, my friend.” He spoke in a drawl, his voice smooth as silk.

“Passport.” The guard replied.

“But of course.” Murat responded, slowly reaching into his side bag to retrieve the folded passport. It had been a more of an annoyance than a challenge to garner the proper paperwork for their smooth entrance to the first province. Past friendships invoked, a few gentle reminders of debts unpaid and three official passports were given, signed and sealed. Murat handed his over to the officiant, feeling still a disparity between the effort and the outcome.

“Tell meh,”
Murat said through a sharp grin, cat like eyes holding a wry amusement, “'avey heard of tha Red Rat?”

“The what?” The guard responded, looking up briefly.

Murat let out a hissing chuckle, looking away towards the line once more. “Nothin', cully.”

Galg
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Re: Murat Reed (Third)

Post by Galg » March 18th, 2019, 7:54 pm

Pressing his hands together, the passport cinched between them, the guard raises his faceveil, peering stoically at the man in front of him before speaking.

"You've peeked my curiosity now; friend;" he spoke low and slow putting specific emphasis on the last word, "please enlighten me as to this Red Rat. Last one of those I saw was after a loud squeak from a misplaced footfall."


He leans back then, pulling the faceveil back down and gently passing the pass between his hands, awaiting the reply...


Luckily, before more than a few seconds pass, another armored guard comes sauntering out from the gate up to the seated one, tapping him on the shoulder and a little drunkedly mummurs something about "shift change". Quickly forgetting about the curious question, the first one quickly hands you back your Visa and departs back to his own life, which is every bit as wonderful and filling as your own...and one you'll never know of...the new man waves you through as he settles in with a belch, signifying you've been....


APPROVED!

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