Quest Apps

[Quigt]

How exactly do you do one? Is there a standard understood template that people use? Are they supposed to be like a real-life job application? Ironically, the help files aren't very helpful when it comes to describing what it is exactly that you're supposed to write.

[Imoutgoodbye]

Their used to be examples on the web site.

Pretty much think of it as telling a story with your character.

I've used poetry to get a quest app approved before. A poem was my app.

You just have to go on the help requirements. Think carefully about. Think about your religion. Think about what your character stands for. Who are you? What have you done? What do you want to do? Why do you deserve this?

[Quigt]

I just thought of something again: Who do you address it to? I mean, it IS a letter, but you don't say "Dear Immortal" or "To Whomever Immortal It May Concern."

[Imoutgoodbye]

Your addressee is in the sent to, which is Immortal...BUT...the actual application is IC. So, who are you addressing it to? Who are you asking to grant you something?

[Anume]

You don't have to adress anyone. It can be a letter but it does not have to. You can also do it like a job application. It can be a tale told by someone made up that involves your character, it can be the past of your character, it can be something else entirely. Just use your fantasy.

[Unknown Brother]

I've gotten approved for demon for writing a short poem. Pretty much however you want to show your story. RP is the limit

[Kyzarius]

Riak's Undead Application...This is my undead monk.

Humanity, this ever present force that defines us as viable living beings. I find it grows distant within myself, though it still pollutes my will forcing much energy to be spent in resistance to the flaws it brings. Like the fresh heart of a fallen opponent, faintly beating, the last ebb of life force spilling to the already gore sodden earth. When I partook of the path to ultimate enlightenment, I was not aware of the distance from my fellow-man these meditative actions would produce. I find mortal emotions, wants, and needs, leaving me as I perfect control of my own state. Death, it has become merely a state of mind, one which I can call up at a whim...yet not sustain indefinatly. I find myself growing closer and closer to this ultimate goal. To seperate myself from all that defines me as human, these weak insecurities and flaws inherit in that term...humanity. No longer do I thirst for companionship in my travels for friend or foe to justify my own being, nor do I hunger for the flesh of a woman...other than to rip it asunder in a bloody feast. I have learned many a thing through the feast of flesh. Consuming my foes so I might learn their will. Though most is useless and frivelous, I have found rumor of a nameless cult. Sustained in death through dark devilry these beings have passed beyond the veil of life, yet move conciously amongst the living. This complete detachment from the flaws of humanity, from the flaws that govern the living, is the embodiment of what I seek. I wish only to join with these, undead, of the realm. To purify my being to a point that life no longer holds power over my thoughts in any form. I come before you lord of death, grant me this, so I might serve you in the utter perfection that is the unlife.

Ellylldan - Battlemage Wisp Avatar

This one came in two parts, one is the history which was used for the race restring app...

History

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.

The second part is..the actual 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.

Of course, one cannot ignore the amount of rp that went into getting both in the end.

[Mudder]

Here is my old vampire application I used for Sirican. I thought it was pretty original.

** A dusty old diary opens, changing pages on its own accord **

-Day 1-

Today my first son was born to one of my wives. I'm so

proud. Perhaps I shall honor her for she is the only one to

deliver me a healthy boy. I shall name him Biron. He will be

the heir to my manor.

-Day 4-

Bastards! They dare threaten me. Those rebels will be

crushed for their insolence.. Dare to threaten my newborn

son's life. No one can sneak past my guards. No need to

worry dear Biron, you'll be safe here.

** Random drops of tears are visible on this page **

-Day 8-

I have failed. He has fallen ill to a rare poison. My

Clerics say something similar to what became the end of

King Cormac. I underestimated the rebel assassins. I am

told Biron will die in just a few days.

-Day 9-

Today I went to the Shrine of Death's Cycle, I prayed for

Chayesh to spare my son's life, in place of my soul. I am

old, he is the only heir for all I have created. He cannot

die, else my legacy will be lost forever. I tell no one of

what I had done or where I had gone. That secret will die

with me. Today I will also ride against the rebels, to crush

them once and for all because of what they have done. I

call forth my best Warriors to aid in the task.

-Day 11-

The campaign was long and tiring, however the rebel army

was almost completely eradicated. The few that got away

are too small in number to trouble me any more. I returned

to my manor expecting my heir to be lying dead in his bed.

However he greets me at the door with a hug, his mother

smiling. My dear Biron, my healthy boy.

** The diary violently flips through half the pages **

-Day 365-

My Shaman awoke me this morning in a panic, and on my sons

1st birthday, he almost woke the entire manor. He told me

he had a vision that I had made a pact long ago, and I must

fullfil my side of the bargan. He told me to beware the

wrath of the Dark Lord... I'm not sure what he meant by

that, though I search my memory to see what that may mean.

** The smell of fresh ink eminates from this page **

** The writing becomes a quick scribble, much unlike the rest **

-Day 367-

I cannot believe I had forgotten. I am such a fool! To think

my son surviving such a poison at his age natural! Today I

return to the place I made my pact and I move to fufill it.

...I wonder what will become of me...

*** The rest of the pages are completely blank ***

I especially liked that I could use this application in further RP. After I got Vamped. I met with a Herald and had a... Omnious conversation, where I asked odd questions and gave absolutely 0 answers, only mysterious replies. After the RP, I emoted that as I left a diary dropped from my sack. I then sent the scroll to the Herald, as if he had picked up and read my diary.

[Iusedtobesomebody]

I did a "diary" app as well for mu undead thief, Vylan.

Most of my apps are either direct "scrolls", or third person telling of my char.

[Imoutgoodbye]

my undead thief, Vylan.

I STILL HATE YOU FOR THAT CHARACTER!

[J.Twendrist]

Haha, Haroen ended up getting that diary through rp. That was a really really long time after your app was sent I'm sure.

[Anoneemus]

Hmm, that's interesting. All of my apps have been first person accounts of my character's past, or goals, or whatever. Except for a couple which have been poems. But I never thought about writing the story from somebody else's point of view, really. Thought there had to be some IC indication of how much your character wants it.

[Pieman]

Aeaola's demon app was told from the perspective of one of her victims.

I lay here, dying, and wonder how it came to be. I have been in this

situation before, though the former outcome was not so grim.

I was bleeding, mugged, smashed, dying in a gutter. I could feel my

blood pooling up, I could swear the level was rising up to my ears.

It's taste and scent overpowering, until it was overpowered itself

by a cool blow upon my face, and the sweet scent of lilacs lulled

me to sleep.

I woke up in a foreign room, my body and wounds washed, but the

bedding I lay upon stained with my blood, I presume my own. I lay

looking at the ceiling and pondering why I still breathe, followed

by the shock of wondering where I was. Even though I was alive an

unknown fear gripped me, until once more I felt a cool blow and

the now familiar scent, and once more I lost consciousness.

I was jerked from my slumber, a form joined me in the bed, sitting

down next to me. I opened my eyes and beheld a dream. The most

brilliant sight of beauty any shall ever observe. I questioned

myself whether or not I was dead. I must have done so aloud because

I got an answer, "You're not dead boy, you just needed me."

I did not even know this woman, but her scent preceded her, the

sweet lilac, my gorgeous flower. I thought back to my attacker,

but my mind could not be focussed, for my focus was upon her. I

finally move my lips to answer her, "Yes, I did need you." I was

no longer afraid, and I closed my eyes to rest, to drift off to

sleep with a cool blow upon my face, and my new favourite smell.

I wake myself from my slumber, in hopes to see her once more. I

seek the smell and cool blow, but find none. I feel little more

than a freezing chill. I sniff deep and find a familiar scent,

though not of fauna, but merely of blood. I look down at my body,

and question what I see. My wounds unbandaged, and dug far deeper

now into the flesh. I poke it with my own finger to find out if I

am hallucinating, I wince with pain as my nail truly does sink

into the wound. The pain knocks me out, without even the stimulants

that have helped me sleep through this helpless period.

I awaken. I do not bother to search for a scent, I do not even

open my eyes to look for the gorgeous girl. I know that she is

there, I hear her as she works. "I am so glad you needed me, I

was there for you, I helped you through it boy. A boy in need

gets me." I needed her. She was there for me. I got her. I feel

her nails dig into my stomach, scratching my innards, my liver

perhaps. I cannot fight back. I needed her, I got what she gives.

I also remember one of Dey's restrings, Vehlyn or something I think was like a newspaper account of the char or something too

[Mudder]

Haha' date=' Haroen ended up getting that diary through rp. That was a really really long time after your app was sent I'm sure.[/quote']

Yeah. The first Herald that got my diary eventually gave it back. Which I then gave to you later on. (I was lvl ~35 when I first gave the diary away)