Character Application: Vladicus

[Vega]

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

Ultima Online game since 2000. First Phoenix and Dark Dungeons, both from Argentina, one classic and one role-playing.

After that experience I loved the role in Ultima Online, so I quickly went to look for another similar server.

But it is difficult to find Spanish servers, so I spent a lot of time on various servers.

Then I reached Senderos de Cenizas, a Spanish server, over 7 years old, there are already several versions.

There I played many roles, miner, craftsman, priest, captain of the guard.

I was also part of the Bloodrock orc clan, with a trajectory in UO of more than 20 years.

Servants with permanent death, scar system.

As the years passed I found a way to function in these servers, since my English is not very fluent, it can be difficult for me to interpret long role-playing talks, but I try to do my best for each situation.


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 hope for an immersive role with a good and formed community, but above all, I hope I can have moments of good role.

Sometimes a chat with a nearby campfire is more than enough.

What will your character’s name be?:

Vladicus


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

Vladicus is a sturdy, hardworking man.

Dark skin, prominent and unkempt hair and beard.

Overweight.

Around 34 years old.

Insistent and committed.


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

Seek a better life, have a daily meal, and when it is time to die, have a good story to tell, with a glass of wine and a warm bed.


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):

He has been in situations that he did not wish he had been, witnessed acts of evil, murder, the guilt of having kept quiet haunts him every day.


Briefly write 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.



Observe how whoever is in front of the line is rejected.

Therefore, swallow hard and take courage.

He is unfazed by the imposing presence of the legion officer.

Vladicus to serve the reconstruction, I only know the hard work and I ask in return for a new opportunity in this story that is about to begin.

[Coty]

We will need you to add a bit more to your backstory before accepting you.

We will also need a bit more out of your roleplay response before accepting your application. Please continue the roleplay scenario by responding to the following RP prompt:

"Vladicus, you say?" The officiant says as he pulls a piece of parchment from under his desk. "You've a trade, skills? How exactly would you go about helping in the reconstruction?" The officiant looks to you expectantly, brows raised.

[Vega]

Since he was a child he learned that if he wanted to eat he should earn food.

With the absence of his parents, he began his paths through the streets, watching and learning to survive. t

The easiest way was to serve as an assistant to the different merchants, until he found the opportunity. A new coal mine would soon open in his town, it was there that he began his path in mining and iron work.

"Vladicus, you say?" The officiant says as he pulls a piece of parchment from under his desk. "You've a trade, skills? How exactly would you go about helping in the reconstruction?" The officiant looks to you expectantly, brows raised.

I see many legionnaires stationed here in shining armor, I see an opportunity for work and sacrifice.

My years only leave me this way, I was never too skillful wielding the sword, so I decided to be the one who makes the sword, not the one who wields it.

I only know how to work, I have done it like that in several coal mines, I hit the rock and hit it hard. With the sun on my back and sweat on my face, I work day and night, without complaints or delays. I just want a job opportunity here, where all roads end.

[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!

"Aye, opportunity you'll find within. Though if a simple life of labor is what you wish you'd be wise to turn heel." He pulls a paper from the side of his desk stamping it hard and handing it over to you. "There would be more wisdom than shame in that, trust me. Though I've seen you've made up your mind. Go on, see for yourself." With a nod of his head he gestures you to continue on.