Minecraft Name: Gaunmyr Previous RP experiences: Many and varied. Notably, I'm the Admin of a rather large Bleach RP site, so I'd hope that would give a good indication of my skill. Have you played on any other servers? Why did you leave?: One, though to be honest I don't remember its name. It started experiencing >90% downtime so I left. What feature of Kiwike are you most interested in?: RPing through a minecraft setting. How did you hear about Kiwike: A friendly, neighborhood (not really, though that would be fun) cousin.
Character
Character Name: RAZAEL GAUNMYR Spawn Location: ARIDIAN JUNGLE Gender: MALE Age: 84
General Background Information:
Razael is an Elf from the lost nation of Tristo999's Eil planet (yes, I asked). He lived a happy existence with his wife, serving as the King's advisor and enjoying the charm of the large World Tree that stood as their world's greatest symbol of nature's triumph. His city, however, was stormed by Orcs and set to the torch. He and his wife both would have been slain but for a spell she placed on him long ago--and thus he alone was teleported far from their world into a strange and unrecognizable place. His life is recorded in journal pages like the following:
I am the lost remnant of a civilization that, for all the world cares or knows, never existed.
I am a lost soul in a place that knows neither what I am nor what I have lost. And oh, my love, I've lost everything. My home is burnt, the World Tree charred and blackened; all the beautiful glades and forests of the only world that ever mattered have been turned to ash. And you, my love, are... you, my love, I have lost as well. Every living being in our treehome died screaming as the fires of hell itself consumed all... save one.
Here I stand, though I know not where or why, and I am not sure what to do, my love. I was always a simple elf, more prone to paint or hunt or write than philosophize, but I must ask myself: what is the reason for my survival? The ones who did this are long gone and you, my love, are gone as well. Where is your smile to chase away my doubts? Where is your touch to clarify and firm me? There can be no beauty beside the memory of you, nor world resplendent without your presence. Even these living trees are mere sticks, bereft of meaning and purpose.
Oh, if only I had contemplated what that spell would do to me! Oh, if only your tears had not swayed me as you laid that contingent dweomer over this poor, lost elf! 'Twould be a happier fate by far to die in your arms than to live a life hollowed by your absence. Now I am instead spared by your blessed, perfect selflessness and I, my love, am forever lost.
Do you remember, my love, when I was sent as ambassador far too long away and we wrote to one another? You always loved the poems I wrote you--with my "clever fingers," as you called them--but I could never compare to the easy, simple grace of your sweet words.
Perhaps I will write to you as I did then, my love. Perhaps I will linger long, waiting for your reply.
Perhaps I will dream of coming home to find your soft kiss waiting under the willow tree, as I did so long ago.
Physical Condition/Description: Razael wears the mostly-intact clothes of a comfortably attired noble in his Elven nation; leather gloves and boots fit to his hands and feet and a soft, green tunic covers his chest and legs. Two leather bands circle his arms and one hangs from his neck, tokens of a bygone age.
His hair is long and golden-fair, hanging low over his eyes and obscuring one with its locks. Some may say he looks feminine, but that is common amongst the elves.
What is your character's main objective? What do they wish to gain out of this experience of living?:
Partly by definition Razael has no real objective. He is a wanderer adrift and alone, unknowing that other elves landed here on Kiwike. He truly believes that he is the only one of his nation to survive, and so perhaps he feels a need to stay on--but as for a goal...? Nothing, just emptiness.