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Legacy of the Dark Earls Character: Midia Anndil of Deepmire

Name: Midia Anndil of Deepmire

Sex: Female

Age: Fourty-Six

Backstory(36,22,39): Having grown up in Deepmire--a relatively small City-State cast in the shadowy bogs north of Yvindel--Midia was born as the youngest daughter of two middle-class crafters; one an engineer, the other a toy-maker, the relatively content couple sired four offspring before sadly, Midia's mother--the toymaker--passed away in attempted childbirth for a fifth. The child went with her into the nothing. Midia's father would die to murder at the hands of Yvindel soldiers during a surprise siege, knocking him off a high-wall and far, far down onto the ground below; his body could not be found--or more aptly, 'recognized'--after the assault. Following the fall of the Momyr Ruling House, the throne went to the more favorable of Yvindel's secret allies, the Kyranda House, which quickly set about repairing damages and establishing the foundations for a--presumably--long line of reigning nobles. Sadly, this was not to be; identity struggles between members of the old-guard and established rulers of the new proved fatal on both sides, eventually culminating in the successful revolt--and subsequent slaughter--against the Kyranda House. By this time, Midia had long since been stripped of her previous innocence and was now a well-doing member of the newly crowned Baseeth House's army, who took great care to not follow in the footsteps of their predecessors. Such care, in fact, that Midia, her elder sister, and several other hand-picked fanatics were sent deep, deep into the most dangerous parts of the bog; The living-grounds of supposed evil-dwellers, where they were to deliver terms: "Teach us your ways, and we'll allow you to live as you have."

Out of the initial fourty-eight, six returned home, carrying only partial knowledge of their mentor's teachings -- the rest had perished either of training or from the sickness that struck the relatively isolated village, eradicating the majick-users that once inhabited that domain. Her service is still to house Baseeth, who--out of their well-place precautions--still rule contentedly among that dank rotting hell north of Yvindel, though with obvious diplomatic arguments with their southern neighbors.


Description: The younger Anndil stands around 137 centimeters tall, with a relatively small frame to hold her. She sports a mop of sloppily cut, medium-length black hair on her head, and is of a pale Caucasian hue. She suffers from an abnormality of the head, and is at times seen switching from long bouts of sporadic happiness, to longer bouts of unhappiness. This too occasionally tampers with her memory, causing dreams, her past, and reality to mingle -- in particular cases, she has even been seen going into an almost trance-like state, where the boundaries of time's three states seem irrelevant to her.

Knowledge/Skills/Equipment: When not dressed in her standard battle-fit padded light-armor, Midia carries a large satchel holding the tools of her trade, as well as various other possessions. She is well-trained in identifying a variety of plants of various effects and statuses, though only related to areas around Deepmire or Yvindel. Her knowledge in manipulating certain beasts is limited to a fault, though she can mostly make up for it with a decent knowledge of the martial arts -- especially in the case of spears and staffs.
Legacy of the Dark Earls: Notice

If not even a single player has joined the RP by 4/16/2016, I'll close the topic; Such is life. Additionally, the RP will start once another player has been approved and joined.

(Edit)
Seeing as I've got no reason to stop--since this is as much a test of my skills as it is an experiment on starting an Advanced RP--why not continue? I hereby declare the previous statement amended -- the show must go on!
Legacy of the Dark Earls: Introduction to the Lore & Rules

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Character Creation:
Think I'll be taking my leave from the RP. It's been getting progressively more difficult for me to really get "into" this RP; I've lost my former attachment with this character, and I'm not all that "up to snuff"--if you will--on my skills as a whole.

Perhaps we shall meet another time, perhaps not. Goodbye.

P.S. Feel free to utilize Nemo as an NPC now.
@LetMeDoStuff We uh... kinda forgot to add Tora to the Char tab


Good call!

At that moment, of still being alone and hoping of everything staying that way, the sunlight rays began to crack through the sky and shine on himself.


...wtf is THIS?!?!? DID YOU CLIFF-HANGER US?!?! DID YOU?!?!?

...also, does anyone else notice how we're progressively increasing the sizes of each post by around 2000 more characters?

Haruka, around 3k

Virgil, around 5k

Yuri, around 7k

...?
*Made up for the absence of posts of late...just waiting on that 10k character post now*

*Resistance is futile...*
NEMO ALTARE

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...an internal alarm flickered throughout the boy's mind, sending an electric wave pulsating through the various channels until it reached Nemo's sanctuary. A place without consciousness, sight, sound, smell, or touch; completely free of the attachments of the senses. Beyond this wall, there lay various, organized clusters of subconscious systems, all bustling to keep the body regulating oxygen through his lungs and heart, throughout the circulation of his body, and out on a multitude of return trips. An entire network of eye-sore causing, microscopic little cells and servers, processing a trade-route of information at a rate innumerably faster than that of any mob fleeing the deadly clutches of humanity's conquerors. In perfect silence, these mindless little drones moved about, fluctuating from sector to sector, command to command, idea to idea...

...and then, with just one, astoundingly fast pulse, the host was aroused from his restful slumber, eyes blinking open behind to the dark ceiling above. The boy inhaled peacefully, a current of cool morning air swiftly coursing through his body and--as fast as it had entered--back out again in the form of a semi-warm fog, before being once more assimilated among the amassed blanket of drifting damp that hung over the dorm.

His hearing amplified by the sharp contrast of whispers screaming through the dull quiet, the young cadet could make out the voices of a number of comrades...a number of them alien to him, mostly due to his principles on the matter of "socialization." One couldn't really expect to see many of this lot again after they'd all chosen their respective paths in life...so why get to know too many of them? With a heavy exhale and the crack of his back, he leaned up in his bed, arms seemingly stretching themselves forward as his body attempted to pull itself into shape. A few minor grunts later, and the goal had been achieved, resulting in the exit of the youth from the warmth of his covers and into the welcoming embrace of the cold early-morning weather.

Fix the bed, hit the showers, dress anew, exit, nod to the other cadets as was customary; Nemo took his time, going through the usual motions of the dawn-hours, before the "dreaded" exercise routines.

Well, those usually dreaded, anyway. He'd heard tell of their gear-exercises today, a series of tests meant to get each shy recruit passed first base with their shiny blind-date. The boy chuckled, combing down his black hair into a keen looking position as his boots quietly creaked along the aged wooden planks, heading for the door. He stopped just a meter short of the wooden barrier holding him back from the outside grounds, reaching into his jacket pocke--

He coughed, reminding himself that he already had the glasses on his face. Nemo sighed...there was still some more work to do on that reflex...but later, later, he must not tarry. His right grasped the shaky wooden handle, pulling it open to release a shivering two-pronged invasion of cold blue light and even colder waves of outside air into the building...much to the dismay of several late-risers.

"Bonjour mon amis...", the boy chuckled, slamming the door shut behind him...juuust to make sure the effect set in.

He sighed as his boots crunched along the freezing cold, hard, dusty grounds below him; there weren't many "Amis" left now...what with the various de-weeding sessions that had occurred of late.

The boy chuckled lowly to himself again. It had been a truly fortunate fate, that those he convinced into each gaining a set of favors--upon his "honor"--all happened to fail their tests, flunking the academy, and taking that little "incident" with them.

Of course, if they hadn't flunked...well...he preferred not to think of it that way.

"Let sleeping dogs lay.", he muttered, the words steaming out of the tan-skinned soldier's mouth, before dissipating into the morning that encompassed the entirety of the grounds.

A calm, observant gaze rotated around the courtyard, searching for any semblance of a line.

Well...it looked like he was just a bit early...again...

...how many times did that make now? He'd honestly lost count...

With a slight grunt, the youth slumped down onto the frozen earth underneath him, the cold quickly shoot up through his rear and the column of his spine. It took a few minutes of this uncomfortable acclimation, but--with tried patience--he was able to finally regain "most" of the body-heat lost to him with the initial action. He inhaled and exhaled calmly, closing his eyes and beginning to shut out the world around him.

A few minutes of extra sleep could always do...and he'd rather not ruin his bed after he'd taken such pain-staking measures to ensure it sat looking the fittest a bed could look.

The young, tan-skinned soldier-to-be smiled...

Oh...vanity...what would I do without you.
@Virgil

So I'm the jumpiest person you know.
And the one with the worst immune system.
And the one with the most beau voice
*Thumbs up*
GG me.


GG Indeed.
@LetMeDoStuff Anddd I burst out laughing when you said "you wanted it"
Surprisingly she died like how I expected... weird... In a role-play on Roblox Hope was close to getting killed by a female character o-O


Roblox! ^_^)

...before you find out just how much members are paying for their accounts...
Nyegh...

...I despise being sick.
Can't think straight.
Therefore cannot write well.
Therefore I fail at RP.


Jeebus Tora, you get sick more often than any other person I know...o.o)
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