Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played:
Yes. A lot in Act V Beta, some after launch.
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two:
Years of UO RP, years of tabletop.
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard?
I like roleplay, and that is what I seek. I've been a part of the community for a while and know that it can be found here.
What will your character’s name be?:
Aonghus Bruins
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features:
Aonghus stands at 6 feet tall, but his posture is not the best. His back hunches just slightly forwards. His hair is a dark grey spray of the sea against the crags of his face, sharp featured and with washed out light blue eyes. For all the size and athleticism about him, he walks with shorter and quieter steps than one would expect.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province:
He's chasing after a man who killed his brother and his brother's wife. A bunch of the town villagers gathered up a posse to go after the murderer, but no one else ended up chasing the man into the First Province. Although Aonghus doesn't know if the murderer is still alive or not at this point, he wishes for both a closure and justice, even if that means that he'll either die or be stuck in the quarantine zone until authorized to leave, if ever.
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):
Aonghus is thirty-three years of age, and grew up and lived his life in a small fishing village of Cairngar by Lake Volgen. He was born as one of two children in his family, the other being his twin brother, Fionn. Their childhoods were typical of that for children of a fisherman: he learned to fish from young age.
However, as the fish market has been slowly dying due to the spreading contamination of Lake Volg caused by the Torment, as Aonghus grew older, his trade shifted more towards simple hunting.
Years passing, life was good in the town of Cairngar: it was a simple, quiet village. Travelers and traders passed by, some folks stopped by it before employing someone to ferry them over the lake, things were rather unchanging.
This came to an end mid-1344: a traveler, going by the name [redacted], had been lodging at Aonghus' brothers place for a couple days. On the morning of 5th of Midsummer, as Aonghus went to fetch Fionn for a hunting trip, he found him dead on the floor of the kitchen instead, and Fionn's wife laid dead in the bed. [redacted] was nowhere to be found.
The villagers did the logical assumption: the traveler was behind these killings. They were fast to gather up a posse consisting of a few of the village's men, which would then leave to make chase, utilizing the famed Volgen hounds for tracking.
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.
Aonghus was standing in the line with many others. He and the posse had camped near the Rumbling Pass for the past couple days, until they could be sure that the trail indeed did lead to the First Province. The past half a year had been rough. Two of the original group had returned home to their families months ago, and with this, the rest of them, save for Aonghus, would also make their return to Cairngar. Aonghus himself had nothing to return to, and he had been the one to suggest this. The prized dogs would naturally travel back home with the others. After goodbyes, and wishes of luck from both sides, Aonghus had entered the checkpoint.
Aonghus did have some paperwork: warrant for the murderer signed by the local authority of Cairngard. The small town was mostly under the control of the Foundry as a small trader bay, and as such, it was stamped by a Foundry appointed reeve. The papers were not exactly a quarantine visa, but close.
"Next!", was the shout from ahead. Aonghus stepped forwards.
"I don't have all day. Papers?", the officiant was quick to demand.
"Here.", Aonghus started, handing over the warrant.
"It's not a visa, but I'm here chasing after a criminal. The trail leads into the First Province. He's been judged a murderer by the authorities of Cairngard, and has been making his escape since last summer. I, along a group of others, was sent after him, but the others are not entering the quarantine zone to give chase."
Having made his case, Aonghus stood there, waiting for the verdict with a stern expression on his face.
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The Officiant huffs over the papers, turning them back to front before reading them over. "Well, at least this has actual writing on it. The gall of some people. Think they have a weighty pair, that's for certain." Upon finishing, he hands the papers back without further comment, and waves the man through.
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