Character Creation

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CHARACTER SHEET

Name:
Age:
Family(Great House, if any):
Name day(date of birth):
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles):
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races):
Origin(See: Regions of Aether):
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list):
Religion:
Personality/Headcanon:



ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.






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CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Natalya Czarina
Age: 21
Family: Czars of the North
Name day: August 25
Titles: Lady of Dvorets Black, Tigress of the North
Race: Human
Origin: Silny
Allegiance: The Czars
Religion: Zima
Personality/Headcanon:

Natalya is a member of the House Silny and is the youngest among the three siblings that rules the North. Sister to Ivan and Katyusha.
She is born and raised within the walls of Dovrets Black, neglecting most of the world outside by choice in isolation with her family -- thinking that nothing else would matter except of the confined grounds of their land.
Natalya often conjured the lady-like manners such as proper posture, favorable expressions and gracious comportment upon first meeting for she was raised that way, but in depth lives different layers of her personality. One of them is the ill-tempered vixen whom enjoys playing with knives, brooding in contempt, and even sometimes transgress people with her cold and begrudging heart.
She is quite stubborn and proud of her own name much more than her sister, who is often compared as nicer of the two and much preferred. But in her eyes, Katyusha is nothing more but weakness despite her motherly care over them.
On the other hand, Natalya would always bend the one knee and follow the demands of her brother -- seeing him as the most ideal ruler or knight there ever was. Upon the age of seven, she has shown promise; not only with her beauty and grace, but for her exceptional civility regarding Ivan's judgement which soon determined her to be the one to follow the Czar tradition of being married to the oldest male sibling and be the Lady of Dvorets Black.
The family fosters a kin of Snow White Tigers, from where they got their breeding tradition from. Natalya decided to raise a female cub when she was five when the tigers' mother died, and named it Koshechka. The two have bonded well through years and now she keeps the female tiger within her company most of the time.

ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


A man suddenly jumped on her back, pinning her to the ground as if she was some mundane Capitolian. For a second, she wanted to slap her knight's faces until they bleed but that was the least of her concern. Right now she needed to stand.
"Thief!" The stranger screamed and pushed her to see her face. Wide lilac eyes snapped into an angry pair. The pretty face broke into a scorn.
"Get off me!" She shrieked and soon enough, her escorts hurriedly grasped the man off. Another helped her to her feet to which she refused in anger and stood on her own. "I am Natalya of THE House Czar! How dare you!" The belle growled, a hand twitching to snag the knife within the cloak but restrained to do so. 'It was just a commoner's mistake', she thought to herself.
"Put him away!" Natalya demanded with a flick of her wrist that followed her guards to tug the man off her face. "Useless pawns..." She grumbled regarding the knights, turning sharply to best be on her way. "Hurry, idiots. My brother's waiting."

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America

Name: Alfred Atherton
Age: 21
Family: House Atherton of Fastus
Name day: 4th July
Titles: Lord Commander of the Order of The Golden Fleece
Race: Human
Origin: Fastus
Allegiance: Sworn to lifelong servitude to the King and his successors.
Religion: Elohim
Personality/Headcanon:
Born to Aether's most prestigious house, Alfred was deemed to have been blessed by the god Elohim himself. But the lad had never regarded his position as such, perceiving it as no cause for pride as it was never his accomplishment. To only be known as the heir of House Atherton was even derogatory in his terms. For him, pride is reaped from hard work and achievements are earned, never received. Possessing a strong sense of self-empowerment and the desire to make his own history and carve his own path, Alfred formally declared abandonment to his claim to Fastus. And though advised that he should revoke his "foolish" words, his only response was an undaunted smile.
He embarked on a hero's journey to The Capitol, where he gained various titles as champion in the King's tourneys, determined to get the Majesty's attention. Once proven his skill and loyalty, he was knighted by the king himself and eventually earned the title of Lord Commander in the elite Order of The Golden Fleece, becoming the youngest ever to have acquired the title. Though some claim that the king was drunk of Viresi wine at the time of his knighting.
Alfred is childish. He is obnoxious, loud, and boastful, even more when he is drunk. But his optimistic and gallant personality attracts people to him as much as it drives others away. He has always been expressive of his opinions and is hardly appropriate for any setting, although he could be behaved enough if the king so specified or if he had agendas of his own. He treats royals, nobles, and priests as if they were his friends, even if he they haven't formally met until then.
In some cases, he could be territorial, dangerously even. Some would argue that he was too youthful to have given such responsibility. Loyalty and youth contradict each other in a way that would not be healthy. His fears or lack thereof would prove lethal to him. In any case, he would always find himself in trouble, so sometimes he just will not bother to act accordingly.

ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS

"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.



Blue eyes sparked fire the moment he heard that some thievery had been done under his patrol. There was no time to react any further as he was forcefully pinned to the ground, getting dirt on his face and the barely dented surface of his armor. "Get your hands off me!" He unsheathed his sword and put it between them, the polished blade sparkling under the sun. He hit him with the butt of his sword so he could recover from the ground, but helped the man get back to his feet anyway. He must just be a good man, trying to stop a thief that he thought was him--blame it on the suspicious cloak. "Where is the thief?" He would rather not waste any more time. There was no suspicious movement in the area as he scanned it, until...
His brows furrowed. And suddenly he knew. "Halt, in the name of the king!" He took his horse by its reins, quickly getting on its back.
The thief was his for the taking.

Name: Matilda Vita
Age: 20
Family: Vitus of Vires
Name day: January 8
Titles: Chief Cleric and Bureaucrat
Race: Human
Origin: Vires
Allegiance: The Wolves
Religion: Elohim (when she has to pretend)

Personality/Headcanon:

Unlike those around her, Matilda is a woman of pale complexion with blonde hair. This right away would make one assume she is a downtrodden outcast as far as her relations go, but this couldn't be further from the truth. Matilda is in fact very sociable, able to strike up a conversation with anyone she wishes, and likely steer such conversation in the direction she wants expertly. Tactical, organised and meticulous, the small woman is a very complex one. Whatever expectations one has can easily be subverted once she knows what you expect, something she always works out.

However, behind her behaviour as a sociable, mild-mannered cleric of the kingdom also acts as a mere front. Some would go as far to suggest that she feels somewhat restricted, possibly disdainful of her role. Balancing the books while having no ability to make profits is something she finds dull. No gambles can be taken with the money of others, so she must create some of her own.

ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


"Unhand me." Matilda demanded firmly, despite having been easily hoisted off of the ground by her collar, due to her small size and stature. Ignoring her seemingly perilous position, she continued "Do you really think a supposed thief can get away with anything while I'm keeping track of things?" she proclaimed with an air of confidence "I am the top bureaucrat of the kingdom. I'll simply reimburse your estimated loss." Stunned, the stranger released her. Matilda began to silently take notes as the baker told her everything she needed to know, notes that consisted of vast numerical data, before she shut her notebook, smiling brightly and politely.

"I'll be sure to provide you the means to resume business posthaste. As for your thief, it'll be easy for my numbers to track who it is. Any gains they make shall be requisitioned by force." she explained, walking away with the same cheerful smile, despite how sinister her statement she knew her statement was, leaving behind an awestruck baker.

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Michelle
Age: 18
Family: None
Name day: June 29
Titles: None
Race: Mermaid
Origin: Southern waters outside of Aether
Allegiance: None, as of now
Religion: Believes in the Sea Goddess, Ursula
Personality/Headcanon:

Michelle arrived at the open waters of Aether as a lone, wounded mermaid bringing nothing but a wretched satchel with her. The contents of the satchel includes random items she scavenged from abandoned and sunken ships, but the most important possession she has is the wicked bracelet from her kingdom, one laced with Ursula's powerful magic to turn her tail into legs as long as she wears it and keeps away from the sea water.  

The mermaid is a warm, kind and bubbly soul with a brilliant smile and cheerful laugh. She has a big, compassionate heart that is always open to others. She is sunny, chatty and inquisitive, often asking questions and observing others. Though energetic, she doesn't excel quite much in human work, especially in cooking and cleaning. What she deems important in life are happiness, adventure and freedom. Her curiosity and sense of adventure has gotten her into numerous messy situations, the most troublesome being the heist of the wicked bracelet. Although Ursula had many, many more magic-laced jewelry, the ocean kingdom had forbidden any of the merpeople to taint their pure form and stashed away the goddess's possessions. Pushed by her thirst to experience human life, Michelle stole the bracelet and fled the ocean kingdom, knowing she will be executed for her crime. She ended up being sucked in a whirl pool which wounded and brought her to Aether's open waters, where she spent days healing herself and wandering about.

Aside from enabling the magic that turns tails into legs, once a mermaid wears the bracelet or any of the wicked accessories, their magical powers will weaken, if not stripped off. As a human, their magic becomes completely dormant and will only awaken in mermaid form.

She is believed to be one of the fastest mermaids in her kingdom, almost unbeatable in speed. Michelle also possesses magic, although because of the bracelet, her abilities were reduced and weakened. What she could only do now is a weak form of hydrokinesis and a little bit of healing magic.

Michelle's complexion is sun-kissed, her eyes golden brown. Her tail is a lovely shade of dark blue that glimmers under the light with silvery blue scales covering her sides and parts of her chest. Her wavy mane reaches past her waist and is a rich tone of brown. Sometimes, she ties her hair into twin tails whenever she finds ribbons to tie it with.

ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


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"Agh!"

With a loud thump, the mermaid-turned-human was shoved to the ground. Her satchel pressed against her body, a few sharp objects lightly jabbing her abdomen. But before she could react to what just happened, the man picked her up and grabbed the collar of her "borrowed" cloak.

"W-What is it, s-sir?" Michelle stammered, golden eyes wide with tension. This was brought about not only with the accusation, but beneath the cloak, she wore nothing. And for a few days she learned that females of the land do not walk naked. People began crowding in, murmuring and staring at her as if she was some kind of criminal. Wait.

Was she caught taking the cloak from an empty house earlier?

"Please! I only borrowed this cloak because I have nothing!" Michelle begged, her cheeks flushed red. Oh no.

Name: Ashleigh Atherton
Age:10
Family(Great House, if any):Atherton of Fastus
Name day(date of birth):15th November
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles): Child. (Self proclaimed: Ignored sane-woman. Gifted artist)
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races):Human
Origin(See: Regions of Aether):Fastus
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable.): Fastus
Religion: Elohim
Personality/Headcanon: A child artist, Ashleigh is a young girl who likes to be free and easy. For the most part, compared to the adults around her, she gets that. However, she does notice how often any caution or advice she gives, often given in either a cold, sarcastic or outright furious manner, gets ignored. From this, she prefers to seek refuge in her artwork. When she gets bored, as any child does very often, she prefers to wander around, often sneaking out if she can get away with it. As short-tempered as she is, she does care for those around her, which is why she tries to give them the advice she does...If only she was listened to as much as she thinks she should be.


ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.

Kicking her legs rapidly, the young girl glared at the baker, her golden eyes seemingly glowing in disapproval. "Let go of me, idiot! Do I look like I have any bread?" Ashleigh barked, seemingly more irritated by what she perceived to be the stupidity of such an accusation, rather than the accusation itself "Look at me! I'm about the size of a loaf of bread, so how would I hide one?" Eventually, the baker must have just gotten fed up of listening to her, for he put her down before she could really get going. Dusting herself off, Ashleigh stormed of in a huff, muttering to herself angrily "Yeah, don't apologise to me either, you prick..."

Name:Matthew Williams
Age:19
Family:Atherton
Name: 1/24
Titles:Handmaidens
Race:human
Origin:House Fastus
Allegiance:• Arthur Atherton (lord)
• Francis Vitus - Atherton
• Alfred Atherton
• Matthew Atheron (heir)
Religion:Zima
Personality/Headcanon:Matthew Williams is shy and always seems to be in Alfred's shadow but docent mined. he is very close with France. Matthew dreams of being recognized but will that ever happen?

Name: Arthur Atherton
Age:24
Family: Atheron of Fastus
Name day: 23rd of April
Titles: Lord
Race: Wizard
Origin:Fastus
Allegiance:House Atherton, sworn loyalty to the crown, Fastus
Religion: Elohim
Personality/Headcanon:
Born into the house of Atherton, as the eldest natural born child, Arthur had to assume the responsibility of being Lord at a young age. Having to mature quickly, Arthur is rather cynical and bitter about the state of affairs that the nation is in. Coming from the most wealthy region Arthur is smart with money, making sure to never loan out to those that won't pay their region back, nor will he allow the family to get into debt that could ruin their name. While being like this, he does show generosity at times which is what his people know him for, although members of the Royal families, know him for the former side.

ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.

When he was pinned to the ground it was like the wind had been knocked out of him, the citizen seemed like he recognised him but Arthur was as sure about that as the citizen seemed to be. "What do I gain from thieving from a baker who smells of burnt bread?" He snapped, pushing the man that had tackled him off. "This place has gone to the dogs, I'd rather be in Fastus right now, at least those people are smart enough to know how to get away with stealing" He muttered bitterly, dusting himself off as his eyes fell upon the baker. "I didn't touch your bread but I can give you some compensation to make today not completely worthless." He said, handing over a few coins. "If a day's worth of bread manages to be stolen by one man you either don't make enough to feed everyone that would be looking to buy it or your bakery has security so poor that someone with a cart has managed to steal everything. Either way you may be wasting your time as a baker." Arthur laughed childishly when he saw full recognition both on the baker and the man who had tackle him's faces, pulling his cloak back up, following the movement of the crowds.

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Lili Ritter
Age: 13
Family(Great House, if any):House Ritter
Name day(date of birth):July 12th
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles):Lili the Lady of Adlerhorst
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races):Human
Origin(See: Regions of Aether):Unire
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list):Urine
Religion: Elohim
Personality/Headcanon:
Lili is the kindhearted, caring child, who sits as youngest in the House of Ritter. As the only female royalty, she is closely guarded by her older brothers, especially her brother Vash, as they have been extremely close since they were young. Her brothers have guarded her from the cruelty of the world, keeping her innocents, but making her long for adventure and excitement. Despite her need to escape her brothers` grasps`, she is still an obedient child who is extraordinarily thankful for everything she has in her life. She has a great love for medicine and healing, and has shown talent in sewing and knitting.



ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


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Lili looked the man in the face, her eyes growing wide for a moment. She spoke in a calm tone, relaxing her muscles "I am sorry, sir, I am afraid you have been mistaken. I am no thief.". With that she stood, pulling down the hood of her cloak with a small smile, and pulled out her coin purse. "I will repay your funds in full, and do my best to stop whoever is committing theft in our nation." and with that she handed him her entire coin purse, easily triple the amount that had been taken, and with a small curtsy and nod, walked away.

Name: Wolfgang Edelstein
Age: 12
Family(Great House, if any): No Allegiance
Name day(date of birth): 19/8
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles): thief
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races): Human
Origin(See: Regions of Aether): Unire (but currently residing in the capitol)
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list): none
Religion:  none
Personality/Headcanon:

A pickpocket and general vagabond orphan Wolfgang "Wolfie" wanders the capitol in search of easy targets, his daydreamy and somewhat distracted impression luring in unsuspecting capitol dwellers. While picking a pocket or two for food and a bed at night, wolfie has a vocal appreciation for aesthetic and artistic sights, often a pretty painting or building genuinely distracting him from his work. He is the former apprentice of a court painter in Unire and ran away to the capital to seek his fortune. Outwardly his demeanour is wild and somewhat sporadic, partially an act and partially genuine, but underneath he is a caring and kind soul who more than anything wants a friend and someone else to appreciate art with him.  



ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


Wolfie felt the mans firm grasp stop him in his tracks, turning to meet with his apprehender. He blinked his large lilac eyes and looked at the man with a dreamy, somewhat dazed expression.

"M-Me sir? I was just on my way to watch the street performers... they always play in the afternoon and I love the costumes!" he protested gently, no sign of malice in his voice.

The man, somewhat offput by this response released his grasp and took a step back, mumbling an apology to the innocent child.

Wolfie smiled sweetly, gently patting the man on the shoulder, "i think I saw someone suspicious heading towards the citadel." he pointed to a street heading away from where he himself was heading "if you go now im sure you will catch up sir!"

The man nodded, dashing off down the street, unaware of the sudden loss of weight in his pockets.
Meanwhile wandering down the opposite street, Wolfie tossed a gold goin into the air on one hand, giggling as he could feel the rest jingling in his pocket. under the other arm, just out of sight, the missing loaf of bread proudly sat.

Giggling, Wolfie whispered to himself "getting gold coins from shouty men is almost like art!"



(Sorry to be a bother with specifics given that ive only just applied, but I may be sporadic in replying during May as I have Uni exams and essay deadlines :/ I shouldn't be off consistently (I have someone to poke me to remind me I have to reply) but I may not be on every day. hope this isn't too much of a problem!)

Name: Lukas
Age:22
Family(Great House, if any): Vikings of the Northwest
Name day(date of birth):5/17
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles) maester
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races):wizard
Origin(See: Regions of Aether): Forbitrelse
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list): forbitrelse
Religion: Norse mythology
Personality/Headcanon: Lukas was a very little kid when he first discovered about the kingdom of aether. He has a very poor child hood as a Viking. He was in a ship one day and then his ship crashed and he was unconscious and landed on the shore of the kindgim of aether. He then settled there and met other people which was very hard for him, point of fact he is very quiet, shy and awkward.


"Excuse me but I don't understand what your doing."He pushes the baker off of him. "I did not steal any of your bread, but I would help you find it if I knew who took it" he stands up as one of his jacket sleeves are slipped off his arm. He pulls the sleeve up and sees a guy running with the bread and he chases after the guy.. "Come on I see the guy" he catches up to the guy cause the guy is poorly slow and he tackles him. "It's not right to steal." he grabs the basket of bread and gives it to the baker. "Here you go baker." The baker smiles and pats his back. "Your a very kind person and I hope one day I can repay you", the baker said. ((This is my true form.. Sorry about the mistaken one earlier for all of you..))

Hetalia RPG Moderator wrote:

KMAP-19 wrote:

Name: Wolfgang Edelstein
Age: 12
Family(Great House, if any): No Allegiance
Name day(date of birth): 19/8
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles): thief
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races): Human
Origin(See: Regions of Aether): Unire (but currently residing in the capitol)
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list): none
Religion:  none
Personality/Headcanon:

A pickpocket and general vagabond orphan Wolfgang "Wolfie" wanders the capitol in search of easy targets, his daydreamy and somewhat distracted impression luring in unsuspecting capitol dwellers. While picking a pocket or two for food and a bed at night, wolfie has a vocal appreciation for aesthetic and artistic sights, often a pretty painting or building genuinely distracting him from his work. He is the former apprentice of a court painter in Unire and ran away to the capital to seek his fortune. Outwardly his demeanour is wild and somewhat sporadic, partially an act and partially genuine, but underneath he is a caring and kind soul who more than anything wants a friend and someone else to appreciate art with him.  

Hi! Thank you for your time to create a character account! Before anything else, just a clarification if it's okay -- we're assuming that character is Kugelmugel? Given that OCs aren't exactly available as of now. Also, the mock RP was a bit god-modding-- meaning you can't exactly play as the baker, only your applied character (also a rule utilized when you formally start roleplaying within the actual forum) . That all being said, you can edit some minor details to your wishes and the verdict will be given then so as it shall be fair on both parties. Is that possible? Thanks! Hope you'll be able to join us!

(OP realises that this is why she shouldn't write RP applications after 11pm :P)
Yes youre right this was an application for KugelMugel, cannot believe for the life of me why I didn't put that but there you go haha, my brain does weird stuff after 11.
I understand about the baker thing, I think I misinterpreted how he could be used in the response and I assure you I would not steal others characters in an actual rp scenario, my feelble excuse aside tireness would be I actually haven't rped in forever so im more than a little rusty. I was on the gakuen forum waaaay back so I do have an idea of how the rp should work so ill make sure to improve. Thanks for letting me know what I did wrong and I assure you ill improve.
unfortunately I wont have time to redo the rp analysis as of this reply as ive a 9am class but when I get home later I will redo the thing (approx. 3.30pm GMT/BST or whatever timezone England is currently in.)
thanks for letting me know i'll get my insider to poke me to remind me I have to do this reply haha ^^

Name: Francis Vitus-Atherton
Age: 26
Family: Atherton of Fastus
Name day: July 14th
Title: Lord
Race: Human
Origin: Vires
Allegiance: House Atherton of Fastus, loyal to the crown
Religion: Elohim
Personality/Headcanon
Though he carries the name Vitus, his fair hair and skin suggest that he does not share blood with the King or his kin. His exact origins are unclear. Raised in Vires, he was spoiled by the warm weather, and when he was married to Arthur of Atherton in order to secure funds to the throne, the cold weather was a shock for him. He is sometimes caught shivering in the colder months, and will take ill, though he's stubborn about it and will deny it for as long as possible. Francis is trained in hand to hand combat, archery, riding, swordplay, and most other weapons combat, but he is a peaceful man, and would sooner engage in dialogue than in violence. He will, however, throw in thinly veiled insults if his patience is short. He is the charitable type, for some reason, and can often be seen in the streets, assuring that things are going smoothly. He will venture out during the winter months to assure that everyone has food and blankets, which unfortunately does not help his tendency to become sick. He can be a bit sensitive about his appearance.

"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.

Francis gasped as he was suddenly tackled to the ground, and turned over to see his attacker, only to be lifted by his collar. He choked a bit and grasped at the hands that were uncomfortably close to his neck and holding his collar a little too tightly around his throat, and glared at the man who had assaulted him. "What in the name of all that is good do you think you are doing?!" he snapped, and shoved the man away. "Thief?! Me? Of what?" He ran a hand through his hair, trying to right it. It had gotten all messed up and dirty, and he'd been having such a good hair day... Sighing frustratedly, he crossed his arms and listened to the accusation being thrown his way. He looked to the baker, and sighed. "How is one man supposed to take all of your bread?" he asked him. "This will teach you to save counting your earnings for the end of the day, or to have someone watch your table if you feel the need to count your money. I understand that you might want to periodically check for pickpockets, but leaving your table unattended for so long that all of your good are stolen is a bit excessive. That, or there was so little product that it's really not that big of a problem, non?"

Approaching the baker, he offered him a small smile. "Here, this ought to make up for what you lost, shouldn't it?" He pressed a few coins into his hand, which surpassed all of his earnings for that day in sum. "I'm terribly sorry for your misfortune, my friend, but please do not cry. It's alright, you see? No need for tears." He patted his hand, and stepped back. "This just means that you can go home to your family early, does it not? This is a blessing in disguise!" He turned to the good Samaritan. "And you deserve a reward for your good intentions," he told him, giving him a few coins, as well. It wasn't a ridiculous sum, but it was still enough to rent a room at the inn for the night, so it was nothing to scoff at, either. "Please never lose that heroic nature of yours. We need more people like you in the streets." With that, he tugged his hood back up, and disappeared easily into the crowd, getting on with his day.

CHARACTER SHEET

Norway

Name:  Lukas
Age: 20
Family(Great House, if any): Vikings of the North West
Name day(date of birth):May 5
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles): Second in Command to the King (of the Vikings)
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races): Human
Origin(See: Regions of Aether): Forbitrelse
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list): Sworn loyalty (and allegiance) to the King of the Vikings
Religion:  Norse Mythology
Personality/Headcanon:

Despite being quiet and secluded as a child, Lukas had longed to sail the vast waters of the sea in search of adventures, treasury and land for his beloved region. He swore to himself that there was a certain reason why he was born in Forbitrelse, and that was because of his love for the dangers that would lurk in the far depths of the water and the conflicts that would surround wide the ocean. When he was away from sea, as a child, he would mostly be found in the Nordlys Island where he was born, entertaining himself with the mythical creatures that had come to trust him due to the often gifts and stories he would bring them from his adventures after sailing.

Even until his adulthood, Lukas had taken it upon himself to serve his leader, and serve his leader well. And upon realizing that their next Earl/King would be his most trusted friend, Lukas had no doubts that he would become loyal and of service to the King, knowing that they would be led well. His chivalry was none like the others and was told by most elders to be formal at all times due to his high position of being the second in command to their King. Although at times he would let his guard down; at times he would let his shoulder slump and his posture bend with ache and tiresome displeasure. But only in front of the King that he respected, trusted and adored the most.



ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


A sudden weight fell onto Lukas’ back, causing him to fall over, his chin hitting the ground as it drew blood. Clicking his tongue and somewhat cursing under his breath, he felt his collar being lifted up, the hood of his cloak falling down revealing blonde hair and dull blue eyes with his face having a rather stoic expression. Lukas heard the man yell at him for the stolen bread. Bread? H e was accused of stealing bread? A familiar glint of anger rose from Lukas' already narrowed eyes as he tried holding the anger back with a quiet breath. He wasn’t supposed to fight back – Matthias told him not to, after all. Especially when he was trying to relax in the Capitol. But being violently shook for not having any responses was not something Lukas wanted to feel at the moment, especially because he was trying to hold back on anger. And so with his eyes narrowing yet again, anger and irritation both flooding his system, Lukas grabbed the man's wrist and shoved him away with a rough, "Unhand me." as he was let go, his feet finally meeting the ground once again. Some people had already crowded around them, some with wide eyes, probably knowing who he was and some just finding it outstanding to see someone talk with such authority in their voice. Dusting himself, the blonde let some of his clothes show, hinting that he was one of the higher ups in their region, specifically the second in command to the King, with his family sigil also showing at the chest part. Lukas' eyes met his captor's as he wiped his chin, glaring at his hand then back to the man when he saw his own blood on his hand. "I didn't come here to steal, nor did I come here to be tackled to the ground." he said, venom in his voice as it was slightly raised due to his anger. "So if you'll excuse me, I simple must head back to my ship." Lukas glared at the other one more time, throwing his hood over his head once again as he turned his back to them, heading for the King's Port. He had had enough of this.

Name: Wolfgang Edelstein (KugelMugel application2.0 )
Age: 12
Family(Great House, if any): No Allegiance
Name day(date of birth): 19/8
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles): thief
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races): Human
Origin(See: Regions of Aether): Unire (but currently residing in the capitol)
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list): none
Religion: none
Personality/Headcanon:

A pickpocket and general vagabond orphan Wolfgang "Wolfie" wanders the capitol in search of easy targets, his daydreamy and somewhat distracted impression luring in unsuspecting capitol dwellers. While picking a pocket or two for food and a bed at night, wolfie has a vocal appreciation for aesthetic and artistic sights, often a pretty painting or building genuinely distracting him from his work. He is the former apprentice of a court painter in Unire and ran away to the capital to seek his fortune. Outwardly his demeanour is wild and somewhat sporadic, partially an act and partially genuine, but underneath he is a caring and kind soul who more than anything wants a friend and someone else to appreciate art with him.



ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


Wolfie turned to his captor, a somewhat dazed expression on his face. He maintained an innocent look, letting his hands drop and rest at his sides, conveniently close to the mans pockets. Blinking up at him Wolfie replied quietly "me? a thief? I think you must be mistaken I'm no thief." Despite saying this and keeping eye contact, Wolfie allowed his fingers to wander into the mans pockets to find a few loose coins that he slipped up his sleeve.
Still looking up calmly he continued "stealing is not the artistic thing to do... therefore I would not do it sir" hoping that if he maintained the act for long enough the man would simply release him. Then an idea struck and the fair haired boy slipped a couple of coins out of his sleeve, holding them up to the man. "Here! he offered politely" you can have these in exchange for letting me go sir, I want to see the street performers and they'll be starting soon..."

Name: Leon Liu
Age: 18
Family(Great House, if any): House Liu of Rongyu
Name day(date of birth): July 1st
Titles(occupation. see:list of possible titles): Son of Lord Yao Liu
Race(human, mermaids or wizards. See: list of races): Human
Origin(See: Regions of Aether): Rongyu
Allegiance(chosen family under service, if applicable. See: Great Houses list): House Liu
Religion: Inari Okami
Personality/Headcanon: He's rather mischievous, with a rebellious streak a mile long. He acts as though he has no cares in the world, and, truth be told, he has been spoiled quite a bit. He has a habit of sneaking out of the palace, and has practically made sneaking past guards unnoticed an art form. He has a sharp wit and a quick mouth, and it's not uncommon for him to get in trouble for a snide comment he's made. He also has a fondness for firecrackers, which he usually uses in needlessly elaborate pranks to startle people.

Despite his irresponsibility, he's actually got a decent head on his shoulders. He knows when to stop messing around and be serious, but unless it's something really important, he's unlikely to do it.


ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS
*this is a mock RP. Submit a form of a paragraph roleplay reply to the following, along with the character profile. It aims to analyze the way you establish an interaction. Consider this a starter*


"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.


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"What the-" Leon grunted as he was tackled to the ground, the air momentarily knocked out of him. Before he could catch his breath, he was roughly grabbed by his collar, with the man who tackled him yelling in his face. "Hey, get off me!" He yelled back whilst struggling against his assailant. "You've got the wrong person, I'm not a thief!" Finally managing to push him off, Leon unsteadily got back on his feet, still startled from the sudden attack. He tugged the cloak tighter around him, hiding his clothing, which was far finer than anything a commoner could afford. He really didn't need everyone freaking out over the fact that the son of Lord Yao Liu was walking amongst the common people without any guards. Standing up straighter, Leon sighed, "Look, whatever was stolen from you, I'll reimburse it. Just don't go around tackling random people, yeah?" He tossed him a handful of gold coins, the amount easily worth a day's worth of the finest bread and then some, and quietly slipped away into the crowd before the baker had the time to count them all.

Name: Gilbert Ritter
Age: 20
Family: House Ritter
Name day: January 18
Titles: none for now
Race: Human
Origin: Unire
Allegiance: House Ritter, Unire
Religion: Elohim
Personality/Headcanon:
Ever since Gilbert was born he was being raised in the attitude of making a good and loyal soldier out of him to preserve the outstanding military strength Unire possesses. However, despite him being an excellent sword fighter and an enthusiastic hunter nobody was ever able to change his wild and rebellious personality into one that was adequate for the heir of the Unire throne. This fact raised the question if Gilbert would turn out to be a good ruler one day, especially because of his tendency to attack or befriend others because of personal reasons rather than political ones. In relation to his other character traits Gilbert often appears to be ignorant due to him being easily bored and thinking of himself as being the greatest fighter the kingdom of Aether has ever seen. He is, however, very loyal and would do anything to protect his family even if they also think of him as being annoying sometimes.

ROLEPLAY ANALYSIS

"Oi!! Someone have stolen all of my bread!" A baker cried from the distance, searching through the thick crowd of the capitol. Soon enough, a concerned pedestrian inquired of whom he thought was the one who stole it.
People are are pushing each other to make it through the day. The humid breeze of the ocean covering the skins of people under the prickly heat of the noon sun.
"I was just cashing in my earnings for the day and then it's gone! What's left of my living is gone!" He cried, wiping away the rolling tears off his face.
"Don't you have any idea on who stole it?!" The man asked, impatient.
"I-I--" Stuttering, he squinted his eyes to see through the crowd in search for the thief. "I think it's that one! The one wearing a black cloak!!" A stubby finger pointed at the back of a hooded figure meters from where they stood.
Hurriedly, the good samaritan pushed his way through the sea of people to catch the suspected thief to whom he ended up tackling.
"Thief!!" He cried, pining you to the ground before picking you up, fists grasping the collar of your cloak.

Before Gilbert was lifted off of the ground and grabbed by the collar of his cloak he let out a groan of pain because of his face hitting the dusty ground quite hard. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a tone that made his annoyance clear for those that were not able to see his expression as soon as he came face to face with the man that was responsible for his aching cheek. “I’m Gilbert Ritter,” he added before giving the man that was still holding him time to reply, “I’m no thief, and even if I were I would certainly not steal some old bread,” he explained even further and let out a huff to stress how ridiculous accusing him of stealing from the baker truly was. After these words Gilbert remained silent to give the baker and the man keeping him in place time to think about his words even though he was certain that they were going to release him. He was a royal after all, nobody would make him face any consequences. That was until a sudden noise caused everyone to look at him and a few people to gasp. A loaf of bread had fallen out of the hiding place his black coat had provided, telling everyone that he indeed was the thief they were looking for. It was not like he wanted to steal anything; he had simply forgotten to bring money with him when visiting the capitol. “Well,” Gilbert interrupted the silence that was so rare to witness in a crowded place like this, “I’ve got to go,” he quickly muttered and took advantage of the shock his action had caused to free himself of the grip and ran away. “Tell my father to pay for everything!” was the last thing that could be heard from him before he disappeared behind a house.