Apologies for the wait, week has been hectic with college starting up again and getting used to my new schedule. I'll try and have a post up sometime tomorrow or Wednesday.

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Hey, yeah, sorry I've been mia still >> If I don't manage to get a CS in tomorrow (Monday), feel free to open up the Wind spot again. Love the idea of this rp, but really don't wanna hold onto a spot others might want any longer than that.

Edit: I say that, and then I get sick. Welp. I do have a wip, but totally get it if you've waited too long already. 

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[b]Name:[/b] Viviana, The Maiden

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Race:[/b] Erune, with a large tail signifying her highborn status

[b]Element:[/b] Wind

[b]Dream:[/b] She has two, in fact. To find the land she originally hails from (and whether she has any living family there) and to find repentance for her actions as The Maiden. They're selfish dreams, she admits, but by now she has accepted that she is not a selfless person.

[b]Home:[/b] The island of Sanctilumia lies secluded far in the north, where few ships see reason to sail. It is a highly theist society, governed by an entity known as the Church of Asgargoth. 

As tales have it, the island of Sanctilumia used to lie on the brink of ruin many a century ago, hanging so low that any morning could've been its last in the sky. It was the weight of people's sins that weighed it so, they say, and that had it not been for a select few with pure hearts, everyone would have paid for their wretchedness with their lives.

However, the Astrals took pity upon the pure few, and sent a Primal by the name of Asgargoth down to scoop the island up. He shook the island until all those with impurities had fallen off it, and then returned the island back to its rightful place.

To this day, Asgargoth is said to still hold the island upon his shoulders. However should the weight of sin ever grow too grave, his grip might slip or he may abandon his duty yet. To prevent that, sacrifices are necessary; those who have committed crimes must be cast down from the edge of the island into the abyss to ease the Primal's burden. 

... Or so the tales say, anyway. 

Coincidentally, denying the Church's right to rule or disobeying its envoys is considered the gravest sin of all. And so, their power remains absolute and unchallenged. 

Quite convenient, indeed.

[b]Gimmicks:[/b] Wind fan stuff things 

[b]Personality:[/b] (How does your character act around others? Give a brief, maybe 1-2 paragraph summary of their personality as a whole, but make sure its something you know you'll have fun writing.)

[b]Background:[/b] 

Viviana was not born on Sanctilumia, though she might as well have; she retains only a few, fleeting memories of her life prior. She knows she used to live in a palace where the walls were white as snow, and the ceiling was so high that she thought it endless. She remembers her parents and brother - and she remembers the day the storm took them all.

It happened on her third winter. The lustrous ship that carried her and her family got caught in a storm and ended up terribly off-course, eventually crashlanding onto the shores of Sanctilumia. To the secluded locals, the ornate ship was a thing of miracles. The few ships that dared do business in this corner of the world were sturdy and dull, and there were no jewels adorning their masts. 

And then, they saw Viviana. An Erune - and one with a [i]tail,[/i] no less! There was no one like her on the island, and the Church wasted no time making use of people's awe. They declared her The Maiden, a descendant of the original pure few who summoned Asgargoth to their aid all those years ago. She was his apostle, they declared, and she was to lead the land to a new age of prosperity. 

Those were the words she would hear over and over again for nearly two decades. And though it sounds so unbelievable now, she never once questioned the tale spun to her. The priests and priestesses that brought her up were her family, and the mysterious being known as Asgargoth, whom she never once saw or heard, was a creature worthy of absolute obedience. [i]Why[/i], because she was [i]told [/i]so.

It was in the name of Asgargoth that she oversaw many a sacrifice, many an unfortunate soul cast off the edge of the world into certain doom.

It wasn't until xxxxx

[b]Inventory:[/b] 

- A decorated fan, which she uses to channel her wind powers. And, you know, get some relief on a hot day.
- something priestessy 
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Overall, your WIP is sufficient for me to see that you really are trying. I'm not gonna boot you out when I like what you have, so just try and finish it, and we can have your character join after the prison break to give you some more time.