Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played: No prior experience with Requiem.
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: I have been roleplaying on various games/realms for over 20+ years to include MUDs, AD&D, Neverwinter Nights, Swtor, World of Warcraft etc.
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard? To have a fun story telling, enriching experience.
What will your character’s name be?: Ayame (Already created)
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features: An 18 year old, cheerful, bright eyed, exuberant young female standing at about 5'7 with an athletic body build of that of an acrobat. Dark hair and dark eyes.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province: To make a name for herself as a reputable prospector/ treasure hunter.
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): Brand new character that is open ended. A whimsical commoner with bright eyes and the promise of adventure, excitement and riches.
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.
With purpose and a twinkle in her eyes, rubbing a ring on her right hand she approaches the outpost officiant clutching a bag of coins in her other hand, She pleadingly begins to discuss matters with the outpost officiant. "These coins and this family heirloom, a ring that has been in my family for ages has brought us luck and protection and fortune many times over. Please take it and all the coins I came with if you'll just let me through. I need this ring to give me one last bout of luck and to grant me entry to the province so I can begin my life as a prospector and help aid the reclamation services. I implore you sir, this is my darkest hour. Please let me pass. She tries handing over the bag of coins, slipping the ring off her finger and handing them over to the officiant with a hopeful look.
Ayame - character application
Re: Ayame - character application
We will need to know a little bit more about your backstory before we can accept you. Please expand on it so I can know a bit more about your character.
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Re: Ayame - character application
Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played: No prior experience with Requiem.
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: I have been roleplaying on various games/realms for over 20+ years to include MUDs, AD&D, Neverwinter Nights, Swtor, World of Warcraft etc.
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard? To have a fun story telling, enriching experience.
What will your character’s name be?: Ayame (Already created)
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features: An 18 year old, cheerful, bright eyed, exuberant young female standing at about 5'7 with an athletic body build of that of an acrobat. Dark hair and dark eyes.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province: To make a name for herself as a reputable prospector/ treasure hunter, as her former life in the Collatian Region had her drifting from village to village working as the occasional miltia recruit or guard of a merchant caravan and she had found each of these unfulfilling.
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): Ayame is a whimsical commoner with bright eyes and the promise of adventure, excitement and riches that has heard many rumors and stories of people becoming wildly successful in the First Province as well as wealthy estates fallen to ruin and some tales of unusual curses leaving Ayame drawn to the thrill of adventure like a moth to a dangerous flame. She seeks to escape the trappings of her poor social status by seeking a dangerous niche that is high risk but with high reward.
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.
With purpose and a twinkle in her eyes, rubbing a ring on her right hand she approaches the outpost officiant clutching a bag of coins in her other hand, Ayame had come a long way having joined various caravans, trade marches, a few devout congregation marches to finally arrive so far from her homeland in the Collatian area of Teramer. She initially extends the papers of identification she had with her, but it was clear this woman had no papers identifying aptitude in a 'valuable' trade or craft nor was she affiliated with the templar or the legion, the disdain in the officiants' eyes provoked Ayame to her back up plan...
She pleadingly begins to discuss matters with the outpost officiant offering up the sack of gold coins received by selling what remained of her family's holdings back in Teramer, having lost her father in her early childhood and her ailing mother just years ago she was the only one of her name remaining. "These coins and this family heirloom, a ring that has been in my family for ages has brought us luck and protection and fortune many times over. I implore you sir, this shows my value and resourcefulness I am a little known but talented woman who can earn many times that to aid in rebuilding there. Please let me pass. She tries handing over the bag of coins, slipping the ring off her finger and handing them over to the officiant with a hopeful look, knowing she had given away all she had -- but hopeful it would be enough to gain her a new lease on life.
Briefly summarize your prior role-playing experience in a sentence or two: I have been roleplaying on various games/realms for over 20+ years to include MUDs, AD&D, Neverwinter Nights, Swtor, World of Warcraft etc.
Why do you wish to play on Requiem, and what do you expect from the shard? To have a fun story telling, enriching experience.
What will your character’s name be?: Ayame (Already created)
Please briefly describe the physical attributes of your character, including age, looks, height, weight and any notable features: An 18 year old, cheerful, bright eyed, exuberant young female standing at about 5'7 with an athletic body build of that of an acrobat. Dark hair and dark eyes.
Briefly state your character’s intentions or motivations for entering the First Province: To make a name for herself as a reputable prospector/ treasure hunter, as her former life in the Collatian Region had her drifting from village to village working as the occasional miltia recruit or guard of a merchant caravan and she had found each of these unfulfilling.
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): Ayame is a whimsical commoner with bright eyes and the promise of adventure, excitement and riches that has heard many rumors and stories of people becoming wildly successful in the First Province as well as wealthy estates fallen to ruin and some tales of unusual curses leaving Ayame drawn to the thrill of adventure like a moth to a dangerous flame. She seeks to escape the trappings of her poor social status by seeking a dangerous niche that is high risk but with high reward.
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.
With purpose and a twinkle in her eyes, rubbing a ring on her right hand she approaches the outpost officiant clutching a bag of coins in her other hand, Ayame had come a long way having joined various caravans, trade marches, a few devout congregation marches to finally arrive so far from her homeland in the Collatian area of Teramer. She initially extends the papers of identification she had with her, but it was clear this woman had no papers identifying aptitude in a 'valuable' trade or craft nor was she affiliated with the templar or the legion, the disdain in the officiants' eyes provoked Ayame to her back up plan...
She pleadingly begins to discuss matters with the outpost officiant offering up the sack of gold coins received by selling what remained of her family's holdings back in Teramer, having lost her father in her early childhood and her ailing mother just years ago she was the only one of her name remaining. "These coins and this family heirloom, a ring that has been in my family for ages has brought us luck and protection and fortune many times over. I implore you sir, this shows my value and resourcefulness I am a little known but talented woman who can earn many times that to aid in rebuilding there. Please let me pass. She tries handing over the bag of coins, slipping the ring off her finger and handing them over to the officiant with a hopeful look, knowing she had given away all she had -- but hopeful it would be enough to gain her a new lease on life.
Re: Ayame - character application
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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!
The scene, though all too familiar, brought sadness upon the officiant. Another dredge giving their very lasts scraps in hopes they could craft a better future for themselves amongst the desolation that awaited them on the other side. What lies had spread across this land to so draw in such creatures? The officiant could not say. The fine bottle of Kyprios imported brandy this coin would purchase should adequately ease his guilt. He hands you your stamped visa and sends you on your own.