Application: Milly Whitethorn

[Milly Whitethorn]

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

Yes - Requiem, Dark Age, Rise / Fall of Empires.

Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two. Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard?

I've played D&D, Vampire and LRP - alongside other RPG games. Requiem hsa great content and I love the way it looks.

What will your character’s name be?:
Milly Whitethorn


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

Milly is in her early twenties - and appears striking to most who meet her. She radiates a gentle charm and grace, accenuated by the wearing of comparatively well-crafted clothes. Her green eyes and long blonde hair stand out in a dull and grey world. She speaks with confidence and seems both well educated and used to getting her own way. Although not tall in stature she moves with a poise and speed that suggests some form of ranger training.

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

Milly's family are merchants, her father acheiving a reputation for shrewd and fair dealings within Nemus. Milly wanted for nothing growing up and was taught a range of skills linked to crafting and medicine. Now, following her father's recent death, she ventures forward to seek the wealth Nemus always provided and the adventure it never did.


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):


Milly is a free-spirit at heart and, truth be told, always tired of the humid and stale air in the city. She is never happier than when outdoors, exploring and adventuring.


What is your response to this 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.

*****

Milly sighed deeply, holding the precious, crumpled papers tightly in her hand. "This is it" She thought. There was no going back now. Having pawned her last precious ring she had scraped together the coin necessary for the paperwork. She knew this was a one-way trip and beyond this point her life would never be the same. She looks to the Officiant, pushing away her true thoughts of treasure and riches before stating: "Well met, Sir. I am Milly Whitethorn. My family have sent me here to assist with healing and crafts. How can I be of best use?"

[Galg]

Having just woke up, the officiant yawned loudly, raising a hand to stifle it before looking down at your paperwork for a moment and in one fluid transition, using the same hand to absently wave you through.


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