Hey, that must have been cool!

[Pieman]

Well I was thinking, there have been some awesome chars with awesome RP, so I thought I would make this thread for people to request posts of some char apps, Restring, Class, Cabal, you name it. I guess anyone that would like it should request it, and if the person wants they post it.

[Chromatic]

Like the idea, would've really helped me back in the day when I was writing my first apps. I have nothing, though.

[Deykari]

I have most (I hope) of my apps saved in a folder in my computer so if anyone's interested in seeing any, let me know.

EDIT: Actually. I don't have as many as I thought I did, must have been on my old hard-drive...

Dey

[Chromatic]

I usually keep everything but cabal apps.

[Deykari]

Likewise, except I keep cabal apps too. Everything, be it one paragraph note to a random character because they're hidden and I can't send a tell, or a big app for XYZ.

I don't have that many at all though now, only a few characters back.

Dey

[J.Twendrist]

Alas, I never saved any of my apps.

[Aulian]

I keep everything, all my apps, descs, in game notes (within reason - ussually if its something I might need to refer back to. Like political talks ect.),

[Rairen]

I'd be interested to see 'good' apps (and by that I mean the alignment, not the quality of them. ) In my experience, it's harder to develop unique, interesting RP for goods than for neutrals and evils and I'm curious as to how some of you've approached it.

[Pieman]

Dey you lost your apps? That makes me sad, I remember you saying something once about how Velyhn's app was like an eyewittness report from some guy, I would have liked to see it.

[Evangelion]

All of my apps are on my computer at home, so I'll post them whenever I go back for a weekend or some such.

[Chromatic]

I'd be interested to see 'good' apps (and by that I mean the alignment' date=' not the quality of them. ) In my experience, it's harder to develop unique, interesting RP for goods than for neutrals and evils and I'm curious as to how some of you've approached it.[/color']

Goods suck. I tried, got multikilled by someone with 8 ranks on me so many times before I hit 40 that I just said screw it. I'll stick to my neuts and evils.

[Rairen]

Goods suck. I tried' date=' got multikilled by someone with 8 ranks on me so many times before I hit 40 that I just said screw it. I'll stick to my neuts and evils.[/quote']

It seems unkind to blame the alignment for your multiple deaths.

More seriously, all of the alignments suck at some point. They are all subject to imbalances (on the PK side) and cliches (on the RP side). My experience, though, says that the cliches are more rampant on the good side of the scale than the evil/neutral. For example, my own good characters are either existing archetypes (*cough* cliches *cough*) or drift off into the gray land of neutrals.

I figure y'all can prove my theory wrong or, at least, show off the ways you've gotten around it.

[Chromatic]

I'd rather just play my neuts like goods.

[Kyzarius]

I'd be interested to see 'good' apps (and by that I mean the alignment' date=' not the quality of them. ) In my experience, it's harder to develop unique, interesting RP for goods than for neutrals and evils and I'm curious as to how some of you've approached it.[/color']

name - Ellylldan

Description

A collage of color undulates in a constantly flexing spherical shape before you.

Light dances about a translucent figure held suspended within a small floating sphere

of radiant energy. There are very few corporeal features to grasp as you examine

this oddity before you. The lights about it shift across the spectrum of colors,

fading from reds to violets sometimes in mere seconds, other times in a slow

cascade of shifting color. The ball of light itself seems to have no discernable surface,

merely some pre-determined limit to the scope of its shine and glimmer.

The air immediatly in contact with the pulsing light seems unnaturaly warmed by its presence, and is shot

at times by random pulses of static energy, leaving the air sparkling with small motes of soft blue sparks.

The translucent figure within the sphere of light shifts and moves with a grace resembling that of a being

encapsulated in water. Its tiny arms and legs drift lazily within the light that seems to bath, and support it.

The figure is featureless and absent are any definable masculine or feminie features.

It seems to move lazily within the light sometimes bending and stretching as if viewed through

an odd lens. At times it seems to hang almost lifeless while at others the crystal like figure

seems to reach outward, though never breaching the limits of the incandescent glow of color and warmth

that forms the majority of this small beings girth.

Race Restring APP

For time eternal a nameless warrior had upheld within his own mind and through his own actions

the ways of light and purity. But as is with all things in the Forsaken Lands, even the pious

come to an end. Bleeding and wounded, the life being drawn from his soul by the evils that sought to overcome

him he sought recourse and comfort within the shrine of purity. Laid haphazardly across the cold stone

altar tears ran from pained eyes down scarred cheeks as the life poured from him. Tears not for his own loss, for he knew what his fate

would be when he first took up blade against his foes. His tears fell seflessly, for those that would suffer

in his absence. As he laid there, his final breaths pouring raggedly from his wounded chest, a light shone upon him.

A small creature, a faerie, barely a child in her own race she felt this man's great sadness. She asked

the noble man, why he cried...and he told her. Ashamed, this is the emotion the faerie learned. Sadness welled

in her that such a man would die like this, unloved, uncared for while she and others like her danced with mirth

and ignored the curses and plights that had so long been held aside by the will of this one mortal man. She reached out her

tiny hand, an innocent gesture and took upon the tip of her finger a single tear from the dieing man's cheek.

Upon this tear she began an incantation, known and taught to each child of her small tribe. As she chanted, and the

man's final breath left his body a great light rose from the shrine. This light bathed the faerie, and took her into it.

Sacrificing her mystical energies she slowly faded from physical reality. As the mans soul and will sighed and lifted

from his supine form it was taken into the light that was the faerie. A translucent figure formed within this light and

a Wisp was born. Bound to the realm of the living by the faeries sacrifice, and driven by the undying will of the

holy warrior of purity this new life knew only the simplest of things. Like a child its mystical mind motivated by the

natural curiosity of a faerie and the zealots fury of the now dead man, this new life left the shrine...to begin its quest.

Avatar APP

A tumult of feelings flow in a tremendous wave throught my entire being.

I find my will turned and twisted by this driving force that i cannot understand.

When i address this path within my own mind. i am met with not but one total and complete answer.

I must complete myself. The wills that combine to form the conciousness that i am

are simple and single minded. I seek to be uplifted by the blessing of purity and the freeing of my soul.

Only through submission of my will can this conflict within be ended and a steady course

set for my life. I am overrun by a deep sadness each day that I aimlessly exist.

I know of the past as it is within me, i know of the dieing breath that filled an innocent soul to give

birth to what i am today. This will, this force, it holds but one single goal.

I wish to shine the light within me into the deepest of shadows, to be in mind and form a true

servant of purity. I know that i sacrifice myself, and in doing so end any hope of a peaceful end.

But this I must do. Upon the death of Purities warrior was I born, and with this sacrifice I shall

carry on the selfless quest that a faeries life empowered to continue. Grant me this blessing, allow

me to be reborn as an Avatar of Light as the will of Purity.

I admit the app's are just SMALL part of getting any quest anything. Its the RP that gets you the prize.

[Aulian]

I can remember one of the imms approving a friends of mines desc that was:

This figure is shrouded in shadow, there is little else to discern(sp?).

Was pretty odd - and interesting that it got approved.

[Pali]

I can remember one of the imms approving a friends of mines desc that was:

This figure is shrouded in shadow, there is little else to discern(sp?).

Was pretty odd - and interesting that it got approved.

Hey, it's still a description. ^_~

[Deykari]

I'd be interested to see 'good' apps (and by that I mean the alignment' date=' not the quality of them. ) In my experience, it's harder to develop unique, interesting RP for goods than for neutrals and evils and I'm curious as to how some of you've approached it.[/color']

Here's Pamiyn's Avatar app, the only good-align app I have around I believe:

app to Immortal

app subject Avatar application - A study of Purity

The ideals of Purity are interesting in that how they are

interpretated differs between those who claim to understand,

and believe, in these ideals.

At the base level, are those believe that to follow Purity,

is to allow their righteous moral compass to lead them. A

base belief that evil is wrong and to be destroyed, and that

an inherently good nature is the way. Whilst often this moral

compass does fall in line with the ideals of Purity, that is

not what Purity is.

Purity is at the core of a set of beliefs, focusing upon

bloodshed, moreso than compassion. The goal of the Purist

is to weed out the root of all evil, and eradicate it from

existance. This definition of evil however, is defined by

the Lord, Lord Irumeru. To believe in Purity, is to believe

that Lord Irumeru is righteous and true, and that his word is

to be followed to the very death.

The zealot understands that their place is as a puppet to the

cause - Lord Irumeru commands and it is to be done.

The zealot understands that if Lord Irumeru commands them to

slaughter a horde of Elven children, they are ignore what their

own moral compass may be telling them, for Lord Irumeru is

righteous and true.

The true zealot does not possess moral compass, for they are

the mortal extension of Lord Irumeru's arm. The true zealot

cuts a path into the heart of evil through tides of Purity's

enemies mercilessly and without remorse, knowing that to carry

out Lord Irumeru's will without even having the ability to even

think about possibily having one's own thoughts interfere, is to

be righteous and true in the name of Purity.

I, Pamiyn of the Night-elves, found myself inducted into the

Inquisitor's sect of the Paladins guild due to the qualities I

exhibited. My true understanding of what I preach, of what I

believe leads me to hold rank of Supreme Inquisitor. I live and

breathe your very name and without hesitation, would take the

lives of the loved ones I hold dear to me and myself, at your

command, knowing that deep down my actions are true, and

righteous...

...for you would not command it if that was not so.

Pamiyn, Supreme Inquisitor.

Dey

[Pali]

Gotta love all that blind faith, Dey.

[Archbishop Monk]

Goods suck. I tried' date=' got multikilled by someone with 8 ranks on me so many times before I hit 40 that I just said screw it. I'll stick to my neuts and evils.[/quote']

The only problem with goods is the whole 1/3 the playerbase not killing them thing. Seems more with the current playerbase, if you are good you have a big 'Kill me' flag posted over your head. Not that it's bad rp because any selfish evil could see you as capable of hindering whatever they want. And the whole current nature thing pits just about any good against the slaughter of innocents (not saying every good, just quite a few peoples rp's). In the end, yeah, you can kinda end up a target.

[CruelEdict]

I have all of mine going back to 1.0. Every restring, app, desc. Everything. I save everything so I can track my progress and whatnot. I may not have had too many memorable characters, but if you want to see what I have, do ask.

[Chayesh]

Do you have the log of the necromancer who pled his case to Irumeru that he was a lightwalker and won?

[CruelEdict]

I only have logs of my characters. I wish I had more logs in general, I always forget to turn them on and by the time I remember, it is too late. This is probably why I continue to suck at PK.

Do you have the log of the necromancer who pled his case to Irumeru that he was a lightwalker and won?

[Talimee]

Well nobody requested them but I wanted to post this for some time now:

Application Subj Application to Vampire – Part I -

It was our fifth or sixth day in the underground labyrinth beneath

the ancient temple, you loose the sense of time if you are swathed

in eternal darkness. Of Morun’s company of eight only the three of

us were left now: Domain, well versed in traps and the “borrowing of

things” as he called it, Seleiin, a gifted elven magi and myself

Messalantha, youngest member of the paladin’s guild of Val Miran.

We had just started to argue again about the proper direction when

we suddenly stood before a huge door, decorated in gold under all the

dust. Domain immediately stated to search the frame for traps. After

a while he shrugged and turned the handle. Suddenly he cursed softly.

As he held up his finger to the torch’s light we could see a drop of

blood forming on the tip of his index finger. It all went very fast

then – in a matter of minutes his arm turned blue, then black, then

he fell to the floor, thrashing uncontrollably. None of Seleiin’s

magics could help him and shortly after he died in our arms. Taking

a deep breath Seleiin walked to the door and turned the handle. With

a silent click the floor under her feet suddenly slid back and she

fell down into another tunnel similar to the one I was still standing

in. Before I could join her the trapdoor slid back into place and I

was left all alone with only a single torch-stump left. As I had no

choice now I carefully opened the door and entered the room beyond.

I found myself standing in a featureless huge hall completely laid

out in black marble. No chests, no treasure - the hall seemed empty.

Then the flickering light of my torch illuminated a red circle drawn

on the floor. The moment I stepped inside the circle I found myself

suddenly floating in midair , completely unable to move. A strange

spectre was floating right in front of me. It studied me for a long

time, then it started to talk to me inside my head. It was not really

words, more a mixture of feelings, impressions and pictures. It was

both furious and full of sorrow. It expressed its contempt for all

the “young” inferior races, worth no more then animals.

Application to Immortal

Appl subj Application to Vampire – Part II –

A slight grin stole over its face then and it went on inside my mind

“As you destroyed us you will also destroy yourselves, however we

will speed this process along a bit. What irony that one as you comes

to us this time.” It paused a moment, considering me. “Even better,

more will fall to you, sweet child.” .Almost like a gust of cold wind

whispering through my brain it slowly continued “To seal the bound

with blood those who will walk darkness have to make the choice for

themselves”. Before I could ask what it meant with this I was hit by

something insubstantial, swept from the circle and landed crumbled

before the door through witch I had entered. When I looked up there

was no trace of anyone else. Beside me there stuck a new torch in the

wall. Shaking I stood up and took it, then fled as fast as I could

through the tunnels.

Suddenly I heard a deep growl and around the far corner came a huge

wolf, its teeth as long as my whole hand. I quickly drew my sword and

charged at this horrible creature, thinking it would surely tear me

apart. To my surprise I killed it with ease. When the body slid off

my blade however I heard a maniacal cackling inside my head and a

voice – or rather sensation - saying “Now the bargain is sealed.”

The corpse of the wolf at my feet wavered suddenly I looked at the

still form of Seleiin, an astonished expression still on her face. I

run away in horror, stumbling trough the corridors until I suddenly

was standing on the outside again.

This was about one and a half years ago. I have changed much since

then, things that seemed pure and important to me then now seem so

empty and false. I soon realized I was not a paladin any more, so I

started to train elsewhere. But the change has also been physical. I

cannot stand in the sun at noon any more, else my eyes start hurting

and I get headaches. Lately it is even getting worse, if I expose my

skin to the sun for any length of time it starts to blister. Food and

water have become tasteless to me, a mere necessity to keep alive

rather then an enjoyment. I do not know where it will finally end.

What I am sure of is that I have no wish to die nor do I wish to undo

the change. I will do whatever is necessary to complete my new self.

[Talimee]

Though I liked the app of my first vamp (whom I played only very briefly, realizing I had done quite a few things wrong with her) more:

The Hashay, those who walk beyond, are mourned three days following

their choosing. They are chosen for two aspects. One, their prowess

as fighters, the other, if the community can live on without them.

On being chosen the left side of the Hashain’s face is tattooed with

the runes of darkness, death and fire, he forsakes his family bonds

and lives only on to fulfil the task set before him. It is unheard

of that a Hashain outlived his task, most die in the fulfilment, few

fail and die before.

When the iron people swept over the mountains and came pouring down

into the vast grasslands it soon became all to clear that with their

superior weapons and our quarrelling between the clans we would not

survive for long. It was the very first time all differences were put

aside and all the tribes came together for one large council which

took three full days and nights. After much debating between the wise

women, loremasters and shamans a decision was reached. Never before

had there been chosen more then two Hashay at the same time. Now two

thousand spears were painted black. When I found one of them planted

before my tent the next morning my heart died. It did not help much

to know that my sister would take care of my son who had only seen

six moons waning and was not even old enough to be named yet. Seeing

him straining in her arms I entered the Spirittent, where the mother,

friend and lover died and the Hashain Ashann atah, the 23rd spear,

was created.

The Hashay set out on the fourth day after their life had ended, our

task to create fear and terror in the hearts of the iron-men, to make

them go back to where they had come from. Those already dead and not

thinking of the next day have quite a different way of fighting then

those still having their daily worries and their families and kin to

think of. I do not know how but I survived the first horrible battle

in which we rooted them and threw them back almost to the base of the

mountains. Many Hashay died, most still killing when already mortally

wounded. The sheer ferocity and dedication of our fighting and dieing

is what won us that battle.

We succeeded in inspiring fear and so the iron-men sent their mages

against us. Unlike our magic theirs was perverted and unnatural, they

enslaved the elemental forces and rained fire and ice on us, split

the earth and made it devour us. If they thought to scare us they got

disappointed, I saw the one who once had been my mate run to embrace

his death laughing.

When I skewered one of their mages with my spear he hit me hard with

his staff over the head and the staff broke. The world exploded into

a chaos of searing fire, light and noise so loud it couldn’t be heard

any more. It felt as if I was fried and frozen solid both at the same

time, then, I knew nothing.

When I came to my senses again I was suffocating. I beat and kicked

around me and finally the all too close ceiling gave way, showering

me with damp earth. I submerged into the dawn of a young day drawing

deep gasps of crisp mountain air. Disoriented I looked around but the

battlefield had vanished without a trace and I was standing on a bare

mountainside all by my own. Turning around I sat down hard on the

ground when I realized I had just emerged from an old overgrown tomb,

barely discernible from the rest of the mountain’s slope. Inside the

tomb I found nothing but dust and the shaft of my spear. After the

initial shock had settled and I had decided I was not a ghost but

still Hashain, if not alive, I took stock of my surroundings. It was

still the same mountainside where the battle had been. However there

was now a huge gathering of strange tents or something similar to the

far west, what later I came to know as the city of Rheydin.

The bones of my child are long grinded to dust under the ironshod

hooves of the horses of the iron people and their descendants, of my

kin there is no trace left, not even in the old myths and legends. My

body was preserved by a combination of the rune magic of the Hashay-

blessing and the great forces unleashed in the staff’s explosion, but

this has left me utterly a stranger in a hostile world. My task is

still unfinished, it is further from its fulfilment then it ever was.

The iron-men have spread like vermin, like a plague they infect the

land bringing corruption and decay in their wake. How can I lay my

life down and pass on to the ancients in peace now even if I take a

few of them with me…

There is so much sorrow, so much loss and emptiness, I must fulfil

my task and avenge my people as best as I can, even though I despair

of ever making a difference in my short lifespan.

The name of the old gods may have changed but even the iron-men and

stone-dwellers cannot change their essence. So I pray to you to hear

me, oh dark ones, and grant me the final blessing, the blessing of

eternal hunger and time unlimited. Hear me and remember the dark

blood flowing at your sacrificial altars, accept me as your servant

and let me make the blood flow once more.

[Questioner]

Wow, now I understand. I remember when you told Ecasio that you had once been a paladin. Never really went further than that though.