Mira Blackthorn (posted on behalf while forum account issue is handled)

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Mira Blackthorn (posted on behalf while forum account issue is handled)

Post by Galg » March 19th, 2019, 9:32 am

Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played: No, this is my first time.

Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: I love diplomacy.

Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard?: Hopefully good memories. Been roleplaying for years, I value my memories in the fantasy realm.

What will your character’s name be?: Mira Blackthorn

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

Mira is a young fair maiden with sanguine hair, with unusual emerald eyes that isn’t native to the region she hails. She is of an average height and of a form that is athletic. Her pinkish skin is a pure reflection of her innocent soul. Her hands are clean and elegant, an obvious sign that this woman isn’t made for the journey she has begun. Oddly, there are no specific pattern on her gestures, walking, and even while speaking.
Despite the innocence charm and beautiful face of this woman, if seen naked, scars of deep and long lashes can be witnessed to terrify the observer. From her shoulder to hips, may the story be unfolded, must be an interesting one.

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

Mira is in dillema, thinking she was responsible of what has happened to her. but sometimes she keeps the pagans and the church respnsible aswell. Having her mind washed by the inquisition, she is now walking beacon of faith, hoping to fulfill a path that will be led with the holy light of the Church. She will serve and be an envoy of the true, under the guidance of the Clergy.

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):

Mira has born to a lesser noble family that hails from the Eastern Territories. Living around the civilization, Mira was cherished with the benefits of education and luxury, which brought lust and gluttony.

Enjoying her day and night, like she is a goddess, she left her home to seek for adventure. Not knowing where to go, she hit the road with a single bag, and a small purse of coin.
Finding herself in a small tavern, she met with a group of adventures, whom carries an identical sign on them, whom for her sharing the same thought about life.
Getting close with a particular man, she started to share the candle night with him. Each night turned into a new adventure. Walls were the same, bed was the same, and each sheet was a new domain.

Through the adventures her heart has been stung out when the doors have opened, uninvited guests in iron masks grabbed the adventurer, and her, pulling them down to the big hall of tavern, rounding each sinner with motions calling for their demise.
The inquisitors ha
ve peered on the band, recognising the sign of an ancient, a sign that is forbidden. The necklaces each were wearing was identifying them as pagans, whom turned their backs to the righteous Church.

An inquisitor behind a mask with bigger beak, shook his head when his eyes met with her emeralds, slowly moving his head to side making a small nodding gesture.

Remaining men launched themselves on the adventurer group, pulling them like cattles to be slaughtered.

She screamed, cried, asked for mercy but they didn’t listen.
She watched each of her friends cut open. Her eyes were showering in their pain, watching the flow of life out of them.
Terrified by the gruesome vista, she closed her eyes, all she wanted was to taste pleasure, to live her life until she died of it.

“Open your eyes!” the Big Beak, spoke, yelled even. “Open your eyes, and see what will happen to those turns their back to us!”

Grabbing her from her chin, forcing her to watch the man whom she shared the candle light with. Like ray of light shine on the sweat dripping from their skin, the knife glittered with the dim light hitting from the ceiling. Cold touch of the steel met with the soft skin of the man whom let her experience what she couldn’t before. Giving her one last experience she will never forget.

The life of red turned into a puddle of black, and she embraced the the salty liquid once the Big Beak shoved her to the ground “Repent!” he screamed at her “Or meet with the pyre..!”

Vailing and crying, she repeated the words over and over again “I repent… I repent!”, her silver tongue was crying for help, to hold what she most dear; her life.

“Say it again!” the Big Beak screamed, reaching to a whip from his back. “I rep-“ slashing the whip on her back with a loud noise, giving shivers to the remaining rounded commoners in the hall. “Say it again!”, now crying not due to fear but pain “I repe-AAH!” another whip, until the morning, when she could say the words even when she was whipped.

Months has passed, the door of the eirie cell has opened. The day she was caught by the inquisitors to bed a pagan wasn’t long ago. Felt like days, yet it was years ago.
The Big Beak, now an usual man, whom visits her every week, guiding her through the passages of the holy, was standing on the door, commanding “It is time.”

She stood up, looking at the man with fearful eyes, immediately looking down to the ground “What do I need to do?”, “Serve to the faith.”

He extended a piece of rolled papyrus “You will be fed with salt and bread, prepared for the journey, and sent to the First Province.”

Once she heard the word ‘First’, she knew what was coming for. But she vowed to save her soul from the sins she have committed.

Once an educated daughter of noble, now a meek, living with mercy of an inquisitor.

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.


Mira halt, following the line that is held by the Legionnaire. Pondering on the situation that she has put herself into. Staring at the guard whom expects a paper of entry, or at least an excuse for allowance.

“Next!” the man screamed with small motion recalling her nearby.

She almost slide towards the man, gently, not walking but hovering over the stinky earth beneath her boots.
“Papers” said the man staring at the covered face of woman.
She lift her head up, revealing her beautiful face and those green eyes. Opened her mouth to push few words that she thought to convince the man, probably those words were only good on her mind.

Listening to herself, hesitantly reached to inner parts of her black casual robe, pulling out a small scroll that was given by the inquisitor for her repentance, leaving the part of ‘speaking’ to the letter instead of her own.
“We all serve to the same god.” she said with a fairy tone.
With big letters saw the guard: “Under the jurisdiction and eternal authority of the Church, this pilgrim has been granted access to enter the First Province. Purpose of her entrance is of holy duty but held with secrecy.

The pilgrim must be grant an entrance to the Province without any questions.

This letter, which also includes her information, shall be burnt by the authorities with capability to provide the grant as described above, after the pilgrim is granted of entrance.
Upon the pilgrim’s return from the Province, grant of passage shall not be granted and whereabouts of the pilgrim must be ascertained to be within the First Province.
Varo Monastery
-H.I.”

Peering at the man while reading the letter; Mira felt the each lash she received on her back. The seconds turned into hours, rejecting the flow of time, torturing her with every moment.
“I have been walking from Athaerun…” said Mira when the eyes of man traced towards the bottom of letter “…my journey hasn’t ended yet, am I allowed to serve the holy?”
The man stared at the woman, with an ugly smile on his face, rolling the paper again pointing at her in most judgemental way “Wha’ ever you did…” the smirk on his face could describe how joyful the man, watching her pain, “…it was nothing.” he then pointed at the path leading to the forsaken land.

She glanced at the man, his lips, then came the memories.
Thought she was granted to access, she started to walk towards the dark land, hopes to rescue her soul from the grasp of eternal flame.

Galg
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Character: Galgarious

Re: Mira Blackthorn (posted on behalf while forum account issue is handled)

Post by Galg » March 19th, 2019, 9:36 am

"Miss..." The voice came from behind her as she began making her way through the gate already. Turning, you see the guard has risen to his feet, and begun to saunter over towards you slowly. He moved in a way that is intimidating while intentional or not, as the plate mail clanks together with each step. His hand grasps something at his hip, and as he steps within a foot from you, begins to come up towards, at high speed...

"Don't forget this..." His hand comes short of your face as he speaks, a rolled Visa in his gauntlet. "Now get going..."


because you've been....


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