Character Application for Milo Jagon

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captmyron
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Character: Milo Jagon

Character Application for Milo Jagon

Post by captmyron » May 17th, 2022, 3:15 am

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 don’t believe so. Apparently, I created a forum account in October 2020, but I don’t think I applied for a character

How did you hear about Requiem?
I don’t recall. I likely came across it during the first year of the pandemic. An old friend of mine and I, who had played UO extensively back in 97-98 were looking to play together again. Requiem came up when we were looking for shards to play on.

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?
Milo Jagon

Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features:
Of medium height and build, Milo Jagon is in his mid-40s. He keeps his had clean shaven with a very shiny, sharp straight razor, but proudly sports mutton chops and a mustache (now more grey than black). His nose has been broken numerous times and he only has one good eye. His left eye is still a piercing blue grey, but a jagged scar runs from his hairline through his right eye and ends on his cheek. The pupil of the right eye is a cloudy grey. Many assume that he is weak and vulnerable because of that eye – his razor has taught them otherwise.

Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:
Milo no longer wishes to live. Once a humble farmer, proud father and devoted husband, in the Midlands, the Torment has taken all that from him. He intends to seek his death in the First Province but take as many of the Afflicted with him as he can.

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:
While the straight razor is his tool of choice, Milo is also fond of weapons that smash. He takes great satisfaction and pleasure in the sound and feel of a cudgel or mace as it crushes limbs and bones of the Afflicted.

In closing, Milo is resolute as seeks his death. Nothing will deter him from what he sees as his final absolution– and no one will get in his way. Those that do will feel the bite of his razor.

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.

I clear my throat as I approach the officiant and say, “I seek absolution, sir, and wish to put my skills at the disposal of the Church. I have a score to settle. The Torment has taken everything from me – my farm, my family and my faith. I believe that doing the Church’s work in the First Province – taking back from the Afflicted what is rightfully ours – can serve as my redemption.”

I look directly into the officiant’s eyes, returning his intense gaze. Without breaking eye contact, I go down on one knee.
Looking up at him, I say, “If I am allowed entrance to the First Province I pledge to take the fight to the Afflicted and do what I can to restore the Republic to its rightful glory.”

I rise and wait expectantly.

“Your move, sir.”

Coty
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Re: Character Application for Steve Rennick

Post by Coty » May 17th, 2022, 11:43 am

Congratulations, adventurer! Your application is...

Approved!

One quick clarification. Is your character's name Steve Rennick or Milo Jagon?

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!


captmyron
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Character: Milo Jagon

Re: Character Application for Steve Rennick

Post by captmyron » May 19th, 2022, 5:37 pm

Milo Jagon

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