Application for Esme Chambers

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Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played:
Yes, this is my third characer. I have played Yvairddihn and Melchiorre Garibaldi


How did you hear about Requiem?
I've forgotten how I originally heard about Req. The RP grapevine I suppose.


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?

Esme Chambers


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

Age: 25
Height:" 5'2"
Weight: 120 lbs
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Cornsilk Blonde kept in ringlets
Skin: Fair with freckles

Pale yellow hair hanging in a bob of angelic ringlets creates a glowing frame for gleaming amber eyes that inspect anything of interest down her small angular nose. Her lips often drawn in a pouty scowl, a dark red against fair skin speckled with freckles and vacant of any other blemish or mark with the exception of her hands. These features fit comfortably on her short but lithe frame accentuated by wider hips where she obviously keeps the bulk of her meager weight.

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

This is her big break after finishing her schooling at The University of Arbitrium and follow on training at RUoMaD, she intends to make her name on this new frontier.

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:

When still only a young girl a terrible event led to her father's death while traveling through the Rust Wood, she was helpless then to save him and vowed to prevent this sort of tragedy in the future. When she was old enough she joined the Apothecary corps and eventually specialized in surgical sciences. A pedantic nature coupled with precision and the fact she was ambidextrous and often used an implement in either hand allowed her to complete surgeries with lightning speed and be closed up well before anesthetic began to wear off. Her notable efforts eventually rewarded her with a reference to The Redhome University of Medicine and Disease. She excelled here learning the standardization of her craft as well as pharmacopeia. Now with the full rank of Apothecary, and her first big assignment looming, she has forged the Provost's signature on her travel visa and set out to make her name in the First Province, the last frontier of medicine.


Please write a few short paragraphs of an in-character response to the following scenario:

*Esme carefully disembarked the carriage her feet seeming to take forever to find the ground as she grabbed the door frame for support, eventually dropping the last few inches. Her high boots and long buttoned coat protecting her from the mud, she quickly stepped away from the cloistered carriage seeking a few breathes from fresher air. Her fellow passengers all seemed to have various standards of hygiene from acceptable to appalling. The air here still stank of horse and people and train but it seemed fresher than the air of the Redholme industrial zones. Having taken her air, she straightened her coat and the wide brimmed hat on her head and approached the officiant.

She addressed him by his proper title and introduced herself as Esme Chambers, Apothecary, 233rd Surgical and Trauma Team. She Promptly produced her stamped Visa looking down her nose, the light of the highflame gleaming in her eyes like two small flames of determination and purpose. She made a point to smile brightly after a brief moment, her silken hair framing her face as the officiant took her visa for inspection.

Whilst he inspected it she made small talk, asking about his health. Was he eating good food, perhaps some flowers for his table to ward off the bad smells, vile smells could imbalance ones humors. Had he prayed yet today? Prayer was important for the healing of ones soul and a healthy soul meant a healthy body. She continued to proselytize about healthy mind body and soul while he worked, eventually becoming silent as she waited for him to finish. She held her breath as she waited his answer, would she be granted passage or sent packing?*

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.

[Coty]

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!


Note: Characters cannot be presently affiliated with any faction. You could be formally part of the Apothecary Corps but that affiliation would have to be at an end now. Seems like she kinda snuck off so maybe that is already the case.