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<![CDATA[Mesalia Forums - Character Submissions]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/ Sat, 22 Aug 2026 21:59:30 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Character Submission, Emmett Landau]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1284 Tue, 05 Oct 2021 14:24:16 +0000 FireDog]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1284 Age: 63

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Race: Lucin

Birthday/Month: Spring

Appearance

Emmett is an elderly man with olive skin. He has neatly kept, thinning grey hair which he coves with a hat when working.

His physical build shows someone that used to be spry with muscle, but it has long left him. At the least, he has never let himself go with age.

He has a husky and rasped voice that is warm in tone.

Emmett's right eye is clouded as he is partially blind. There are some burn scars on the right side of his face. His ear has some scars and damage as well.

Personality

Emmett is a mix of grandfatherly kindness and crass soldier. He’s a man who has seen a lot and knows how to switch from someone warm and inviting, to a respectful servant, to a disgruntled veteran of war.

He’s lived a long life and has seen a lot. He’s fought as a patriotic soldier, doubted his country in the purges, served as a personal chef and Brewmaster for royalty, and run his own bars to collect stories.

Despite his age, Emmett has always been defined by a sense of adventure. He as always one to explore and get into new experiences. This has never left him, and he refuses to have it stripped away. Emmett embodies curiosity. In the autumn of his life, he is the antithesis of ‘you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.’ Emmett is aware of the limitations age brings. He chooses to explore regardless as he figures life is better spent seeing the world than comfy in retirement.

Being a lifelong Brewmaster has shaped him too. He sees food and alcohol as something to be shared and cherished by all. To Emmett, they are representations of culture and ideas. This ties into his curious nature, but more defines an internal need to share experiences. He loves sharing stories, ideas, philosophy, and so much more over good food and better drink.

He has a complicated understanding of the world. The Purges were a shattering part of his life where he witnessed his country use propaganda to justify genocide. He knows that “good” and “evil” are nebulous ideas.

Having been a father and grandfather, Emmett has a protective and nurturing side to him. He always wants children to succeed and grow. He firmly believes it is the responsibility of adults to create a better world for the youth. Furthermore, he welcomes youth and change to replace the outdated ideals of his generation.

Emmett is honest. He doesn’t have the time to be deceitful. He’ll express his opinions outright and will happily apply colorful language to get a point across. He does know tact, but with adults he won’t beat around the bush.

Despite his usual honesty, he knows how to be shrewd when it comes to business. The Lucin merchant trades have taught that.
He suffers from wartime PTSD. He tries not to think about violence too much has he’s seen many good friends suffer horrible wounds. His own injuries have left him uneasy around sudden loud noises and bright flashes. Emmett prefers quiet and calm for these reasons. There are certain triggers for his PTSD such as loud rumbling or the clashing of steel.

In life he’s a conversationalist that loves a good story, enjoys other cultures, and shares his life openly with friends.
He has complicated feelings regarding his home country. A former patriot who became disillusioned during the purges, and more so after escapades involving his youngest’s political turmoil.

Backstory

A comfy life within the Landau Vineyards is something many would die to have. A lavish home comfortably sitting in the Celestial Realm far from the troubles of the world. This sort of comfort is what breeds boredom in youth, and Emmett was no exception. Technically the eldest of the four Landau children, although his older sister passed away as a teenager from a horse-riding accident, Emmett was set to life his comfy life for as long as he wished. Always a servant to grant wine and food to nobles with wealth abundant.

His youth was spent with schooling and learning what brought his family great wealth – Landau Celestial Wine.
Alcohol and brewing were natural in his life. It was something exposed to him early and tickled the explorative part of Emmett’s mind. Being able to taste drink from different regions of the Celestial Realm and differentiate between them was a form of exploring other parts of the world. Alongside this he learned to cook fine meals. He worked closely with his parents to serve meals and drink to Celestial royalty and nobility.

This was too simple for a young Emmett. He wanted to see the world, especially beyond the Celestial Realm. He wanted to see other cultures, people, and everything in between. While close with his family, it was only natural that curiosity pulled at a teenagers heart.

When the atrocities of the Xitian slavery were exposed, Emmett enlisted at the age of fifteen. He was given training and taught to be a strong spear fighter, properly entering battle at the age of sixteen. His family of course expressed worry but to Emmett was a chance to go beyond and see the world, while also fighting for a cause. The roots of it were selfish and Emmett was not truly prepared for the horrors of war.

He fought for four of the ten-year war. Along the way seeing horrid atrocities, blood and violence, friends pass away, and living in fear of how he might be next to die. Emmett entered on an idea of adventure and patriotism that was crushed by reality. The companion that kept him and his comrades together was the strong drink Emmett brewed in downtime. Toward the end of the war, Emmett suffered a brutal injury from experimental Xitian explosive technology. This ‘cherry bomb’ popped near his head, blinding his right eye, and severely hampering his hearing in his right ear. These injuries proved to be permanent.

After the war he decided to settle. War and fighting were no longer in his interest, especially after the injury.

Emmett went back to the Celestial Realm, having seen much of the Middle Realm for now. It was these times and many years onward that he’d take over the Landau Vineyards. He never kept in one place despite this and offered work wherever he felt like working. Some years he made wine for the wealthy, others he’d make ale for the downtrodden. Between food and drink, Emmett brought smiles to many with his true calling in life.

He’d later marry the woman of his dreams and have five children with her.

The purges were a complicated time for Emmett. He firsthand witnessed the war and wanted to distance himself from the violence. This shaped him out of naivety born from his patriotic upbringing, harboring negative feelings about the propaganda from the Celestial Kingdom. He disagreed with the genocide, but often kept these feelings out of the public.

Emmett and his children made efforts during the Mesalian Civil wars to attempt and help those suffering. They never got directly involved with the fighting, but they worked together to get drink and use their wealth to support those displaced by the war both morally and financially.

Time went on, Emmett and his wife took many trips across the Middle Realm to explore together. He furthered his viewpoints of the world during these trips.

His children grew up, had children of their own, who would also grow. He successfully raised a happy family and owed many privileges and blessings to his upbringing.

After his wife passed, Emmett felt of course sadness, and felt that it was time to move on. He fully granted his oldest child, his daughter, the winery, and vineyard.

Emmett enjoyed retirement to some degree but found himself caught within the strife of his youngest, his son, Nathan.
Nathan has always been worrying to Emmett. An aimless sort, Nathan always bounced between any interests that excited him. He became a decent lawman, but his heart clearly wasn’t in the work. The family didn’t know his true motivations until publicly revealed – Nathan was a political activist.

The youngest Landau child became involved with reformative activism which some viewed as extreme. An anti-monarch party against the Celestial Queen.

This escalated overtime, and Nathan was framed as a violent radical. An arrest and probable execution were in place, so Emmett stepped in to help his son. This made Emmett a political enemy of the queen as well.

Emmett used his business and personal connections to find asylum for his son within the middle realm. The father himself made distance to escape to the Forbidden Lands. Here, Emmett wants to lay low and find a means to safely contact his family.

And perhaps enjoy a bit of adventure once more.

Skills

Brewing – Master

Emmett has been brewing alcohol literally his entire life. Even during the war, he made booze for his brothers in arms. He’s served alcohol to just about every type of person, from the common solider to Lucin royalty.
It’s his passion and life. Not only can he brew up whatever someone can think of, he can taste the ingredients and tell what region the grapes, wheat, honey, etc. came from.

Cooking – Expert

Cooking goes hand in hand with the servitude Emmett is used to. He’s a skilled chef, but it was always secondary to being a Brewmaster.

Gardening – Competent

Emmett has a good understanding of gardening, mostly grape farming. He grew up on a Vineyard. Understanding plants is important for being a Brewmaster.

Combat, Spears – Apprentice

He used to be a solider. He was skilled enough to fight during the war and still holds the knowledge. The physicality is no longer present, however.

Powers:

Aether – Master

Emmett’s strongest and primary element. He’s wielded it his whole life. He commonly uses the element now to enhance his grapes and other brewing crops. During the war, Emmett used Aether to heal allies and fight Xitians.

Water – Normal

He has a mild amount of use with water. Nothing crazy but he’s lived a long while to use all the elements.

Wind – Normal

His weakest element. Emmett has lived long enough to use all the elements, but he has the least reason to use wind in his daily life.

Literacy/Numeracy:
Lucin – Fluent
Common – Fluent
Xitian – Novice

Items on Person:
Some Terra
Bottle of Vintage Wine]]> Age: 63

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Race: Lucin

Birthday/Month: Spring

Appearance

Emmett is an elderly man with olive skin. He has neatly kept, thinning grey hair which he coves with a hat when working.

His physical build shows someone that used to be spry with muscle, but it has long left him. At the least, he has never let himself go with age.

He has a husky and rasped voice that is warm in tone.

Emmett's right eye is clouded as he is partially blind. There are some burn scars on the right side of his face. His ear has some scars and damage as well.

Personality

Emmett is a mix of grandfatherly kindness and crass soldier. He’s a man who has seen a lot and knows how to switch from someone warm and inviting, to a respectful servant, to a disgruntled veteran of war.

He’s lived a long life and has seen a lot. He’s fought as a patriotic soldier, doubted his country in the purges, served as a personal chef and Brewmaster for royalty, and run his own bars to collect stories.

Despite his age, Emmett has always been defined by a sense of adventure. He as always one to explore and get into new experiences. This has never left him, and he refuses to have it stripped away. Emmett embodies curiosity. In the autumn of his life, he is the antithesis of ‘you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.’ Emmett is aware of the limitations age brings. He chooses to explore regardless as he figures life is better spent seeing the world than comfy in retirement.

Being a lifelong Brewmaster has shaped him too. He sees food and alcohol as something to be shared and cherished by all. To Emmett, they are representations of culture and ideas. This ties into his curious nature, but more defines an internal need to share experiences. He loves sharing stories, ideas, philosophy, and so much more over good food and better drink.

He has a complicated understanding of the world. The Purges were a shattering part of his life where he witnessed his country use propaganda to justify genocide. He knows that “good” and “evil” are nebulous ideas.

Having been a father and grandfather, Emmett has a protective and nurturing side to him. He always wants children to succeed and grow. He firmly believes it is the responsibility of adults to create a better world for the youth. Furthermore, he welcomes youth and change to replace the outdated ideals of his generation.

Emmett is honest. He doesn’t have the time to be deceitful. He’ll express his opinions outright and will happily apply colorful language to get a point across. He does know tact, but with adults he won’t beat around the bush.

Despite his usual honesty, he knows how to be shrewd when it comes to business. The Lucin merchant trades have taught that.
He suffers from wartime PTSD. He tries not to think about violence too much has he’s seen many good friends suffer horrible wounds. His own injuries have left him uneasy around sudden loud noises and bright flashes. Emmett prefers quiet and calm for these reasons. There are certain triggers for his PTSD such as loud rumbling or the clashing of steel.

In life he’s a conversationalist that loves a good story, enjoys other cultures, and shares his life openly with friends.
He has complicated feelings regarding his home country. A former patriot who became disillusioned during the purges, and more so after escapades involving his youngest’s political turmoil.

Backstory

A comfy life within the Landau Vineyards is something many would die to have. A lavish home comfortably sitting in the Celestial Realm far from the troubles of the world. This sort of comfort is what breeds boredom in youth, and Emmett was no exception. Technically the eldest of the four Landau children, although his older sister passed away as a teenager from a horse-riding accident, Emmett was set to life his comfy life for as long as he wished. Always a servant to grant wine and food to nobles with wealth abundant.

His youth was spent with schooling and learning what brought his family great wealth – Landau Celestial Wine.
Alcohol and brewing were natural in his life. It was something exposed to him early and tickled the explorative part of Emmett’s mind. Being able to taste drink from different regions of the Celestial Realm and differentiate between them was a form of exploring other parts of the world. Alongside this he learned to cook fine meals. He worked closely with his parents to serve meals and drink to Celestial royalty and nobility.

This was too simple for a young Emmett. He wanted to see the world, especially beyond the Celestial Realm. He wanted to see other cultures, people, and everything in between. While close with his family, it was only natural that curiosity pulled at a teenagers heart.

When the atrocities of the Xitian slavery were exposed, Emmett enlisted at the age of fifteen. He was given training and taught to be a strong spear fighter, properly entering battle at the age of sixteen. His family of course expressed worry but to Emmett was a chance to go beyond and see the world, while also fighting for a cause. The roots of it were selfish and Emmett was not truly prepared for the horrors of war.

He fought for four of the ten-year war. Along the way seeing horrid atrocities, blood and violence, friends pass away, and living in fear of how he might be next to die. Emmett entered on an idea of adventure and patriotism that was crushed by reality. The companion that kept him and his comrades together was the strong drink Emmett brewed in downtime. Toward the end of the war, Emmett suffered a brutal injury from experimental Xitian explosive technology. This ‘cherry bomb’ popped near his head, blinding his right eye, and severely hampering his hearing in his right ear. These injuries proved to be permanent.

After the war he decided to settle. War and fighting were no longer in his interest, especially after the injury.

Emmett went back to the Celestial Realm, having seen much of the Middle Realm for now. It was these times and many years onward that he’d take over the Landau Vineyards. He never kept in one place despite this and offered work wherever he felt like working. Some years he made wine for the wealthy, others he’d make ale for the downtrodden. Between food and drink, Emmett brought smiles to many with his true calling in life.

He’d later marry the woman of his dreams and have five children with her.

The purges were a complicated time for Emmett. He firsthand witnessed the war and wanted to distance himself from the violence. This shaped him out of naivety born from his patriotic upbringing, harboring negative feelings about the propaganda from the Celestial Kingdom. He disagreed with the genocide, but often kept these feelings out of the public.

Emmett and his children made efforts during the Mesalian Civil wars to attempt and help those suffering. They never got directly involved with the fighting, but they worked together to get drink and use their wealth to support those displaced by the war both morally and financially.

Time went on, Emmett and his wife took many trips across the Middle Realm to explore together. He furthered his viewpoints of the world during these trips.

His children grew up, had children of their own, who would also grow. He successfully raised a happy family and owed many privileges and blessings to his upbringing.

After his wife passed, Emmett felt of course sadness, and felt that it was time to move on. He fully granted his oldest child, his daughter, the winery, and vineyard.

Emmett enjoyed retirement to some degree but found himself caught within the strife of his youngest, his son, Nathan.
Nathan has always been worrying to Emmett. An aimless sort, Nathan always bounced between any interests that excited him. He became a decent lawman, but his heart clearly wasn’t in the work. The family didn’t know his true motivations until publicly revealed – Nathan was a political activist.

The youngest Landau child became involved with reformative activism which some viewed as extreme. An anti-monarch party against the Celestial Queen.

This escalated overtime, and Nathan was framed as a violent radical. An arrest and probable execution were in place, so Emmett stepped in to help his son. This made Emmett a political enemy of the queen as well.

Emmett used his business and personal connections to find asylum for his son within the middle realm. The father himself made distance to escape to the Forbidden Lands. Here, Emmett wants to lay low and find a means to safely contact his family.

And perhaps enjoy a bit of adventure once more.

Skills

Brewing – Master

Emmett has been brewing alcohol literally his entire life. Even during the war, he made booze for his brothers in arms. He’s served alcohol to just about every type of person, from the common solider to Lucin royalty.
It’s his passion and life. Not only can he brew up whatever someone can think of, he can taste the ingredients and tell what region the grapes, wheat, honey, etc. came from.

Cooking – Expert

Cooking goes hand in hand with the servitude Emmett is used to. He’s a skilled chef, but it was always secondary to being a Brewmaster.

Gardening – Competent

Emmett has a good understanding of gardening, mostly grape farming. He grew up on a Vineyard. Understanding plants is important for being a Brewmaster.

Combat, Spears – Apprentice

He used to be a solider. He was skilled enough to fight during the war and still holds the knowledge. The physicality is no longer present, however.

Powers:

Aether – Master

Emmett’s strongest and primary element. He’s wielded it his whole life. He commonly uses the element now to enhance his grapes and other brewing crops. During the war, Emmett used Aether to heal allies and fight Xitians.

Water – Normal

He has a mild amount of use with water. Nothing crazy but he’s lived a long while to use all the elements.

Wind – Normal

His weakest element. Emmett has lived long enough to use all the elements, but he has the least reason to use wind in his daily life.

Literacy/Numeracy:
Lucin – Fluent
Common – Fluent
Xitian – Novice

Items on Person:
Some Terra
Bottle of Vintage Wine]]> <![CDATA[Keynestra ‘Ujay’ Darvo]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1277 Thu, 08 Jul 2021 19:33:23 +0000 ccspycrab]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1277 Name: Keynestra ‘Ujay’ Darvo

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Half-Lucin

Elemental Abilities: Aether: Novice

Culture: Provencian

Hair Colour: Dyed Blonde, Natural Brunette

Eye Colour: Blue

Skin Tone: Tan

Height: 5’ 2”

Weight: 115.0 lb

Appearance Description: Keynestra, called by her close friends as Jay and called by most others as Keys, has shoulder length dyed blonde hair. She has a rather lithy build, appearing as someone who hasn’t done a lot of physical labor. She has two outfits she switches between, one more traditional Provencian female wear, a well-made and fashionable blue dress

Personality: Adaptable, Charismatic, Selfish, Ambitious, Troublesome, Manipulative

Known Flaws: Kleptomania, Lack of loyalty, Strong Envy of others, Short-Temper on certain subjects

Main Profession Skill: Business Management: Apprentice, Cooking: Novice.

Hobby Skills: Thievery: Apprentice, Gardening: Novice.

Default Skills: Reading, Writing, Numeracy.

Backstory: Keynestra was born in Provencia with only her single mother to look after her. She took her mothers maiden name as they didn’t know who her father was, but her middle-name was given by her mother to remember the man who saved her life around the time she was conceived. Her mother started working at a brothel instead of freelancing for Keynestra's early years, managing to become a madame in proxy for the actual owners of the establishment by the time Keynestra was old enough to have memories. Keynestra from an early age had access to numerous educational sources, tutors, and professional experts to learn from since her mother had access, knowledge, and the ability to pawn favors from the brothel to convince them to help her daughter. Keynestra learned how to read and write fairly young, and was quick to start learning what her mother guided her to, the art of manipulation and business. Keynestra enjoyed the lessons at first, using the basic points to make friends with local ‘trouble-makers’, but started to resent the lessons when she learned why she was being taught this. Keynestra’s mother planned on Keynestra taking over the brothel when she got old enough to handle it and wasn’t letting Keynestra have much of a say otherwise. This is when she started developing some bad behaviors in response. Learning from her ‘low-life’ friends, she started to get into the thieving and grifting game in order to feel some sense of control. Starting off slow and meaningless at first, but slowly the thieving became a compulsion that she couldn’t resist. Keynestra’s mother was not happy to catch her stealing repeatedly, punishing her by making her work with the brothel’s cook to help feed the girls. The cook, Paulie, made sure to teach her how to cook while she was being punished since she was being punished quite a lot. It slowly became that Keynestra was just a part of the kitchen as she spent more time in trouble than on good terms with her mother.

As she reached an older age where she was expected to start doing work, Keynestra decided she didn’t want to work. Manipulating the good nature of the cook Paulie to still handle most of the responsibilities while she went out with friends to perform small cons, steal trinkets, and mess with the tourists that aren’t the wiser to their scams. Eventually Keynestra’s mother caught on and stopped her from working in the kitchen to instead working at the front of the brothel, managing the girls and directing men and women to their options. Keynestra still found a way to perform trouble, often pick-pocketing the clients and over-charging them to pocket the difference. Her mother knew of some of it, but decided that she had no way of really stopping her daughter and just made sure that she never did anything that would cause more trouble than it’s worth.

This went on for a couple of years before Keynestra did something that wasn’t so easy to sweep under the rug with a few favors and careful words from her or her mother. A drunk man visited as wasn’t out of the ordinary. Keynestra did her usual, asking some questions to distract while fleecing his coat when she offered to take it, standard thieving actions. What she took out however was more than she expected from a random drunk citizen. A gold necklace with a shiny ruby as a center focus. Keynestra was shocked, but slipped it away into her bag and figured he would be none the wiser. It wasn’t long for the man to notice and with a keen enough eye to notice that Keynestra would have had ample opportunity while taking the coat. When confronted, Keynestra handled it like any other con gone bad, denying until someone comes in that she can manipulate into being on her side. This didn’t go so well however, as most of the brothel knew Keynestra was a light-fingered thief and let it play out instead of helping her. Keynestra panicked as the man started to get more violent, threatening her life if she didn’t talk. She soon had her back to the wall near her front podium and took a panicked action. She grabbed a letter-opener and thrusted it forward blindly yelling at him to back-off. The man with a letter-opener now in his shoulder stumbled back and was going to retaliate until some of the brothel workers and visitors decided that what was going to be a just-desert just escalated too far. The man ended up not being just a random tourist, but worked for the Martillo family as an enforcer of sorts. As he was forced out he threatened he’d be back and that Keynestra was going to pay. Keynestra’s mother was told of the events and knew that she wouldn’t be able to sweep this one under the rug, that man would want blood. She knew a few sailors and captains that she had some favors with and decided that Keynestra would have to leave until they forgot about this. Keynestra was furious that she had to leave, figuring that her mother would be able to solve it some other way, but that night she was forced onto a boat by her mother and some helpful sailors, as she sailed elsewhere. The captain assured her that he knew a place that they wouldn’t go looking for her, a settlement that didn’t even have a name yet.

Family: Mother, Keynestra Darvo who she was named after. Loves her greatly but resents her tutelage to run the brothel in her mothers stead one day. Father is unknown, but seemingly of Ko’Ban origin given how tan Kenystra ended up compared to her mother. (Hint, Ujay.)

Birth Realm: Middle Realm

Continent: Mainlands

Items: Small leather bag with a chain attached, Multi-purpose knife from kitchen work, Extremely ornate gold necklace with medium-sized ruby.

Posted early to give ample time for review and revision as needed. No rush.]]> Name: Keynestra ‘Ujay’ Darvo

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Half-Lucin

Elemental Abilities: Aether: Novice

Culture: Provencian

Hair Colour: Dyed Blonde, Natural Brunette

Eye Colour: Blue

Skin Tone: Tan

Height: 5’ 2”

Weight: 115.0 lb

Appearance Description: Keynestra, called by her close friends as Jay and called by most others as Keys, has shoulder length dyed blonde hair. She has a rather lithy build, appearing as someone who hasn’t done a lot of physical labor. She has two outfits she switches between, one more traditional Provencian female wear, a well-made and fashionable blue dress

Personality: Adaptable, Charismatic, Selfish, Ambitious, Troublesome, Manipulative

Known Flaws: Kleptomania, Lack of loyalty, Strong Envy of others, Short-Temper on certain subjects

Main Profession Skill: Business Management: Apprentice, Cooking: Novice.

Hobby Skills: Thievery: Apprentice, Gardening: Novice.

Default Skills: Reading, Writing, Numeracy.

Backstory: Keynestra was born in Provencia with only her single mother to look after her. She took her mothers maiden name as they didn’t know who her father was, but her middle-name was given by her mother to remember the man who saved her life around the time she was conceived. Her mother started working at a brothel instead of freelancing for Keynestra's early years, managing to become a madame in proxy for the actual owners of the establishment by the time Keynestra was old enough to have memories. Keynestra from an early age had access to numerous educational sources, tutors, and professional experts to learn from since her mother had access, knowledge, and the ability to pawn favors from the brothel to convince them to help her daughter. Keynestra learned how to read and write fairly young, and was quick to start learning what her mother guided her to, the art of manipulation and business. Keynestra enjoyed the lessons at first, using the basic points to make friends with local ‘trouble-makers’, but started to resent the lessons when she learned why she was being taught this. Keynestra’s mother planned on Keynestra taking over the brothel when she got old enough to handle it and wasn’t letting Keynestra have much of a say otherwise. This is when she started developing some bad behaviors in response. Learning from her ‘low-life’ friends, she started to get into the thieving and grifting game in order to feel some sense of control. Starting off slow and meaningless at first, but slowly the thieving became a compulsion that she couldn’t resist. Keynestra’s mother was not happy to catch her stealing repeatedly, punishing her by making her work with the brothel’s cook to help feed the girls. The cook, Paulie, made sure to teach her how to cook while she was being punished since she was being punished quite a lot. It slowly became that Keynestra was just a part of the kitchen as she spent more time in trouble than on good terms with her mother.

As she reached an older age where she was expected to start doing work, Keynestra decided she didn’t want to work. Manipulating the good nature of the cook Paulie to still handle most of the responsibilities while she went out with friends to perform small cons, steal trinkets, and mess with the tourists that aren’t the wiser to their scams. Eventually Keynestra’s mother caught on and stopped her from working in the kitchen to instead working at the front of the brothel, managing the girls and directing men and women to their options. Keynestra still found a way to perform trouble, often pick-pocketing the clients and over-charging them to pocket the difference. Her mother knew of some of it, but decided that she had no way of really stopping her daughter and just made sure that she never did anything that would cause more trouble than it’s worth.

This went on for a couple of years before Keynestra did something that wasn’t so easy to sweep under the rug with a few favors and careful words from her or her mother. A drunk man visited as wasn’t out of the ordinary. Keynestra did her usual, asking some questions to distract while fleecing his coat when she offered to take it, standard thieving actions. What she took out however was more than she expected from a random drunk citizen. A gold necklace with a shiny ruby as a center focus. Keynestra was shocked, but slipped it away into her bag and figured he would be none the wiser. It wasn’t long for the man to notice and with a keen enough eye to notice that Keynestra would have had ample opportunity while taking the coat. When confronted, Keynestra handled it like any other con gone bad, denying until someone comes in that she can manipulate into being on her side. This didn’t go so well however, as most of the brothel knew Keynestra was a light-fingered thief and let it play out instead of helping her. Keynestra panicked as the man started to get more violent, threatening her life if she didn’t talk. She soon had her back to the wall near her front podium and took a panicked action. She grabbed a letter-opener and thrusted it forward blindly yelling at him to back-off. The man with a letter-opener now in his shoulder stumbled back and was going to retaliate until some of the brothel workers and visitors decided that what was going to be a just-desert just escalated too far. The man ended up not being just a random tourist, but worked for the Martillo family as an enforcer of sorts. As he was forced out he threatened he’d be back and that Keynestra was going to pay. Keynestra’s mother was told of the events and knew that she wouldn’t be able to sweep this one under the rug, that man would want blood. She knew a few sailors and captains that she had some favors with and decided that Keynestra would have to leave until they forgot about this. Keynestra was furious that she had to leave, figuring that her mother would be able to solve it some other way, but that night she was forced onto a boat by her mother and some helpful sailors, as she sailed elsewhere. The captain assured her that he knew a place that they wouldn’t go looking for her, a settlement that didn’t even have a name yet.

Family: Mother, Keynestra Darvo who she was named after. Loves her greatly but resents her tutelage to run the brothel in her mothers stead one day. Father is unknown, but seemingly of Ko’Ban origin given how tan Kenystra ended up compared to her mother. (Hint, Ujay.)

Birth Realm: Middle Realm

Continent: Mainlands

Items: Small leather bag with a chain attached, Multi-purpose knife from kitchen work, Extremely ornate gold necklace with medium-sized ruby.

Posted early to give ample time for review and revision as needed. No rush.]]> <![CDATA[Form submission: Character Submission]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1276 Thu, 08 Jul 2021 17:30:58 +0000 Rokku_Ryu]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1276 In Game Name (IGN): : Rokku_Ryu

How long have you been roleplaying on Mesalia, roughly?: Auria.

Character name: : Father Issac

Character age and year of birth: : 35 years old, born 15 AV

Character gender: : Male

Character race: : Mesalian

Elemental abilities: :

Character culture: : Mesalian

Hair colour: : Chestnut

Eye colour: : Hazel

Skin tone: : White

Height: : 180 cm

Weight: : 68 kg (150lb)

Details: : Pony tail in the back, well groomed soul patch and sideburns. Well dressed, and clean. Clothing always contains some religions iconography.

Personality traits: : Intelligent, charming, sensitive and seemingly caring, though has little to no empathy.

Main profession skill: : Theology

Secondary profession skill: : Psychology

Hobby skill: : Philosophy

Hobby skill 2: : Hiking

Native language: : Mesalian

Other language: : Ancient Mesalian

Default skills: : --- Numeracy.,--- Literacy in native language.

Character backstory: : When people read about earthquakes, they always think it is an ominous rumbling. A tremor that shakes the world. What most books leave out is the sheer noise of it all. The cracking of the earth, the shattering echo of the highest mountains and the deepest ravines. It came suddenly one day, early in the morning. The large city of Askar, caught off guard by the sudden crisis, struggled to act swiftly. Whole neighborhoods reduced to rubble, others swallowed by a massive sinkhole that formed on its southern end. As the towns guards and fire brigade scattered to unorganization, it was the church’s that came to the citizens rescue.

Many stories came to an end that day, but one story, our story, began. Clearing rubble and looking for survivors, the head priest of the church of Isohel Father Grant was working on unearthing a portion of the Church of Sulena, when under a section of roof, he found the lovely Sister Heather. She was injured, and at deaths door, but because she was found, and rescued in time, she managed to recover, though lost the use of her legs.

In the recovery of the town, most of the various churches were damaged or used to house the homeless. It was decided that the other churches would be given access to the larger church of Isohel. This created an odd, but not all that unpleasant mix of both teaching and congregations. This came in very useful for keeping the city united during the turmoil of the civil wars that were suddenly breaking out across the lands. In the chaotic times, religion kept people grounded.

It was in these uncertain times that Father Grant and Sister Heather fell in love. Both believing their gods played a hand in their meeting, it was a large wedding, with much pageantry and celebration by booths congregations. And like any good marriage, nine months later, a beautiful baby boy they named Isaac.

Isaac grew up in a warm, loving home, both of his parents showering him with love and care. He admired his father, the natural born leader, and enough compassion for even the most wayward soul, and his mother, though bound to a chair, able to show sympathy and love to everyone. Though, always seeing his father and others dote on his mother made him an emotion he wasn't old enough to verbalize: Resentment.

His father taught him the scriptures, and his mother taught him the stories. Every event that happened, every death, every birth, every rainfall, every drought was grounded in the gods. This became the filter through which Isaac saw the world. He attended a rebuild school, attached to the church of course, and overall was a bright and happy child.

Around the age of 12, he was starting to make new friends, and learning the basic social skills all children learn. One friend, a young boy named Tom, whom he knew through a mutual friend, loved to go on hikes. Tom was always the runt of their group of friends. Smaller, weaker, more cowardly. The other boys always had to help him, and make efforts to let him keep up with them on their adventures.

One day, while Isaac and Tom were in the mountains, they had come to a ravine. Isaac made a dash, and lept over its most narrow point, but Tom hesitated. Teasing and taunts were thrown out by Isaac, claiming the others had already gone on ahead. Eventually, at the fear of being left behind, Tom made a run for it and came up short. His arms reach out and cling to the side of the ledge. In a panic, he calls out for Isaac to grab his arms, to which Isaac goes to do. But as Issac fell to his knees, he stopped. That feeling that he felt deep inside of him when he thought of his mother, how everyone always waited on her hand and foot.

Just like Tom.

And so, Isaac reached down, grabbing hold of Toms wrists, and just as a smile of relief grew on the young boys face, it quickly soured, as he saw the cold emotionless eyes of his friend, and the sudden feeling of being pushed, falling, falling, and a sudden stop.

The group of young boys, all ran back to the city, crying and screaming. The adults rushed out, with ropes and ladders, and doctors. The boys told a story of Tom falling, that Isaac tried to reach out to him, but that he had stumbled, and fell. It was a tragic day for the city, the death of a child always is. And it always would be.

It was around this time that the city had started to fight with itself. The Church did everything it could ot hold it all together, but by this point, it was fairly clear where everyone stood. The Church choose to stay neutral to the fighting, knowing that picking a side would always result in violence.

By this point, Isaac was a young man, and already a staple of the church, climbing through the ranks upward, following in his fathers footsteps. Events followed as one would expect. His father retired after the death of his mother, and Issac became the lead of the Unification Church. His father passed shortly after that. Alone in the world, he felt that same feeling again, and this time, he had the power and authority to do as he liked, and an orphanage full of children no one would miss.

He got away with this for years, time passed, and children went missing. To the city he was a community leader, a good man, and a symbol of hope. No one was wise to what had been happening. Simply doing this kept the urges at bay. What had been triggering it wasn’t something issac spent much time thinking on. He just knew that venting in this way made him feel in control, and he did so without remorse.

A total of four victims by the time he was 30, and a fifth on the horizon. All was going well, until the earth shook again. The older citizens felt the deja vu as this had happened before. But this was different. The shaking was rhythmic, and getting closer. From the massive fissure the quake decades ago left, came a monster. Scale and tooth and hate. An earthy dragon emerged, and once more the city fell to chaos. Issac, quick to act in chaos, helped lead the city folk into the tunnels under the church. In the chaos, he watched as the monster clawed its way down market streets and rooftops.

In the end, the guards lured it out of the city and towards the vast farmlands, full of crops and cattle for it to eat, which it did, after filling up on citizen and guard alike.

Issac was hailed as a hero, who kept a cool head in a crisis. The church was rebuilt and repaired first, and helped to house those who found themselves homeless. He was always there to help the needy, despite internally looking down on them, the same way he looked down on his mother.

His darker habit continued, a fifth victim, and then a sixth. But this is where things fell apart. The sixth, a young boy, was lead out into the mountains, the very same mountains that tom had died on so long ago, and “slipped” and fell off a ledge, and as his body ragdolled down, Issac watched with a pleased smile, and made his way home. And then, the news came. The child was found. Issac feigned concern, a poker face he had mastered, and asked if they knew what killed him. Only to be told the boy as still alive.

His heart sunk, and for a moment his facade fell. He simply asked “how?” And it was done. The child was in a coma, and when he woke up weeks later, he wasn’t all there. But upon seeing Issac during a visit to pray for recovery, he raised a shaky hand and pointed it at Issac, while letting out a stunted cry.

Issac knew he couldn’t stay. He had to leave, before people found out. The child was constantly with his caretakers, and couldn’t be silenced. Thinking on it for a few days, he announced to his congregation that he would leave on a missionary mission to the forbidden lands. To bring the words of the gods to the godless lands.

And so, that is where we find him. On a boat, on his way to the forbidden lands, hoping that his past wont ever catch up to him… and maybe a new hunting ground.

Character family: : Father: Father Grant - Dead
Mother: Sister Heather - Dead
No Siblings.

Birth Realm: : Middle Realm

Continent: : Mainland

Items: : Religious Jewelry
Ceremonial Staff
Bundle of Religious books
Ceremonial robes
dress cloths
traveling boots
Basic Scribe tools

Additional comments: :

You have read: : --- The Main Lore,--- The Races,--- An already approved application

]]> In Game Name (IGN): : Rokku_Ryu

How long have you been roleplaying on Mesalia, roughly?: Auria.

Character name: : Father Issac

Character age and year of birth: : 35 years old, born 15 AV

Character gender: : Male

Character race: : Mesalian

Elemental abilities: :

Character culture: : Mesalian

Hair colour: : Chestnut

Eye colour: : Hazel

Skin tone: : White

Height: : 180 cm

Weight: : 68 kg (150lb)

Details: : Pony tail in the back, well groomed soul patch and sideburns. Well dressed, and clean. Clothing always contains some religions iconography.

Personality traits: : Intelligent, charming, sensitive and seemingly caring, though has little to no empathy.

Main profession skill: : Theology

Secondary profession skill: : Psychology

Hobby skill: : Philosophy

Hobby skill 2: : Hiking

Native language: : Mesalian

Other language: : Ancient Mesalian

Default skills: : --- Numeracy.,--- Literacy in native language.

Character family: : Father: Father Grant - Dead
Mother: Sister Heather - Dead
No Siblings.

Birth Realm: : Middle Realm

Continent: : Mainland

Items: : Religious Jewelry
Ceremonial Staff
Bundle of Religious books
Ceremonial robes
dress cloths
traveling boots
Basic Scribe tools

Additional comments: :

You have read: : --- The Main Lore,--- The Races,--- An already approved application

]]> <![CDATA[Additional Character Submission Form]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1233 Sat, 23 Jan 2021 22:01:46 +0000 Zarkaylia]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=1233 Please use this form if you're making a new character (NOT for whitelist application!)

Character Submission

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Character Submission

]]> <![CDATA[Tags for Character Submission Grading]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=173 Sun, 21 Apr 2013 16:45:11 +0000 TinyTim77]]> https://www.mesalia.net/forum/showthread.php?tid=173 [New]: New, needs grading, but the player already has a character currently that they can Roleplay with.

[New2]: New, needs grading, but the player already has a character currently that they can Roleplay with. Additionally, this player must be accepted for a second character before the submisson can be accepted.

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[PENDING]: Is in the process of grading, but should be put before any submissions from players who already have a character to roleplay with in the grading process.

[Accepted]: The character is Accepted and ready for Roleplay.

[Inactive]: The submission is currently un needing of grading for whatever reason but is not yet accepted.

[WIP]: 'Work in Progress.' The submission is not yet ready to be graded, and the player who submitted it is still working on it.]]> [New]: New, needs grading, but the player already has a character currently that they can Roleplay with.

[New2]: New, needs grading, but the player already has a character currently that they can Roleplay with. Additionally, this player must be accepted for a second character before the submisson can be accepted.

[NEW]: New, needs grading ASAP. This player currently does not have a character to Roleplay with.

[Pending]: Is in the process of grading, but the player already has a character currently they can roleplay with.

[Pending2]: Is in the process of grading, but the player already has a character currently that they can roleplay with. Additionally, this player must be accepted for a second character before the submission can be accepted.

[PENDING]: Is in the process of grading, but should be put before any submissions from players who already have a character to roleplay with in the grading process.

[Accepted]: The character is Accepted and ready for Roleplay.

[Inactive]: The submission is currently un needing of grading for whatever reason but is not yet accepted.

[WIP]: 'Work in Progress.' The submission is not yet ready to be graded, and the player who submitted it is still working on it.]]>