Post by + ebonite + on Jan 28, 2019 20:34:03 GMT -7
these end february 11th!
The Helkaer are in need of another to join their order.
"First and foremost, the Helkaer are a band of equines who are of dark minds although have separated as a kind of rebellion against the reign of the Dark Royals. They possess powers which others do not. They have made a deal with the Afterlife that may give them advantages over others. They are equines who are trained in the skills of thievery, stealth, and murder. They are firm believers in everything that is cruel. While their hearts are dark, they do not side with the Dark alliance. They are a brotherhood believe that they are superior to all else, and fight to prove that they are as such. They believe in essentially "survival of the fittest", that only the strongest will survive and all others shall either serve them as slaves, or perish. Ultimately, they seek world domination. To be a part of the Helkaer you must abide by their rules. If you do not do so, the consequences may be dire."
You MUST be active. You should be able to post at least once a week with your canon character. As always, you have to post at least once every 15 days or your position will be forfeited. You must also be active in Helkaer affairs and pay attention to Helkaer meetings and plots.
Any character is welcome to audition, so long as they are Dark.
You cannot audition if you already play two canon characters. Canon characters include Helkaer, Vigilum, Versai, Royals, and Afterlife. You also cannot audition if you play a Versai. If you have lost an apprentice position in the Helkaer within the last 3 months, you are not allowed to audition.
You should be able to post at least 400+ words with your canon consistently.
No WIP posts, please. All WIP posts will be deleted.
[b]Username:[/b] (self explanatory) [b]Activity Level:[/b] (how active are you?) [b]Character:[/b] (what is the name of your character?) [b]Age:[/b] (how old are they?) [b]Description:[/b] (brief description of your character, their personality, history, etc.) [b]Reasons for Auditioning:[/b] (why does your character fit this role?) [b]Ideas for Helkaer:[/b] (self explanatory) [b]Audition:[/b] (400+ words and in character)
Username: imnotjesus666 Activity Level: medium Character: Fenrir Age: 8 Description: Fenrir is a force to be reckoned with. He is as fierce as he is strong, as cold and callous as he is impressive. Whilst Fenrir is not adverse to peeling the layers of flesh from bones, he also enjoys the idiosyncrasies of conversation, of torture, of what individuals will disclose when truly put under incredible pressure. Fenrir prefers solitude over company; he is possessive, abrasive, abrupt. He will tell you what he thinks without consideration for how it may or may not impact you. Fenrir is indifferent to the idea of power - he believes that power is within oneself, and positions of power do not demonstrate any level of integrity. Fenrir finds little to no interest in the prospect of the afterlife; he feels that no one is possibly good or evil enough to dictate an immortal legion. Fenrir sees the world as it is, he doesn't believe in grey areas or middle ground. He doesn't forgive easily, yet he is happy to walk away permanently from anything or anyone that no longer serves him. Fenrir has never experienced romantic feelings; he does not see mares as valuable assets in terms of emotional endeavours, yet he has had his fair share. Fenrir was raised in a herd based on hierarchy. His sire and dam were relatively low in the pecking order and he was frequently exposed to the violence which would ensue when they crossed their superiors. Fenrir's foalhood was no different - he was regularly fought and beaten if he so much as breathed out of line. Yet, in time, as he grew, he found himself souring to those in charge. He became aggressive, distant almost. They regarded him similarly as they would to a rabid wolf. He soon began to speak up and against those in power, regularly finding himself beaten as punishment yet it didn't deter him. He was soon placed in a higher rank just to satiate his animosity. He guarded the herd, spending time away patrolling the borders, keeping him at arm's length at all times. It was here he could have gained some respect (or so he thought), defending the herd from a large dire wolf. Fenrir slayed the wolf and took it's skin as a trophy. Yet, on his return to the herd, they showed their lack of interest and gratitude, waving him off as if their safety and his efforts meant nothing. Fenrir was no fool. He knew wolves hunted and lived in packs and so this time, he led the wolves to the herd. None were left alive. He stood and watched from afar, smirking to himself as he turned and left. Reasons for Auditioning: Fenrir is ready and foaming at the mouth for chaos. He see's no place for the concept of royalty, of purity or truth. He is new to Wild Equines and although his knowledge of the lands are minimal at best, he seeks some direction, some sort of pass for destruction. His loyalty is not easily earned yet once it is, it is unbreakable. He is not blinded by historic hatred nor does he have a bias towards an enemy, he will do what is needed. Fen will not deceive nor undermine those on his side, he will do as directed with no concern for those it will hurt. Collateral damage is an additional win win for him. Ideas for Helkaer: - More 'Strategic' attacks on enemies. Pick off their strongest before any attack is made, weaken them mentally and physically before making a move. - 'Final Reminders'. A warning sent to those who use the benefits of an alliance with the helkaer should they not hold up their end of the deal. It would a macabre gift left on their border, a final warning before vengeance would be taken. - War paint. A design would be allocated per herd and these paints would be used in times of battle by any member of the herds so that they could be identifiable. Be that mass battles or one on one. - Sublands for apprentices. To allow them to branch out and create their own area for an army/allies as well as gather members/soldiers under a guise. - Continue to maintain pressure on enemies who may not be directly under attack. Fenrir would plan to maintain a constant 'thorn in the side' type presence. - Using the gift of fire and/or the alliance with the underworld to create a sort of terrorist attack upon targets. This could be a one off attack to instil fear or could be a declaration of war.
Audition: Stripes of claret began to filter through the dense obsidian stratosphere; where stars once sparkled, the rise of the sun began to dull their once brilliant intentions, dousing their abyssal backdrop in pastel reds. Frost clung to the topography, the night mother had left the world adorned in a gentle dusting of diamond shards, petrifying everything her iced fingers caressed. Fenrir meandered with a casual ease through the lands, his movements barely audible despite his impressive size. The world was muted, still safe in the soothing embrace of slumber, unaware of the dangerous predator that encroached upon them. He was fresh, a new concern, one that would not just go away over night. He had left his home in disarray and discord, allowing the mass murder of them at the claws of those he had tried to protect them from. Fenrir could find no remorse within him; he found no shred of guilt as he watched the pack of wolves devour those he had grown up with, those that had beaten and maimed him, those that had raised him. The silvery depths of his gaze scoured the lands as they splayed out before him, eerie, welcoming, hauntingly beautiful as the morning mist danced between the timbers in translucent tides. Fenrir halted, allowing himself to be consumed momentarily by the depths of the woodland. The lands were void of life, whomever had owned them had long departed, their cologne was barely noticeable. Somewhere within the depths of the forest a crow cawed it's dawn chorus, granting some otherworldly permission for the smaller birds to begin their song. Fenrir smiled, drawing his muscled nape into a refined arch, bringing his bristled chin towards his muscled pectorals as he moved into the shadows of the woodland.
As he stepped into darkness, the sun broke through he remnants of night, casting the world in molten golden light whilst he was consumed by darkness. Fenrir had heard of an opening within these realms, an area for destruction, for discord. To pull down monarchies and dissolve agencies, those who disagreed with their cause, that had permanently tried to obstruct their ways, their values. Fenrir knew what oppression was. He knew what it was to be at the bottom of the pile. A devilish smile curved the pallid features of the brute, satisfied that this would no longer be the case. Silver tresses tumbled over his muscled nape in weaves and twirls as a chilled breeze howled through the undergrowth, pulling the iron stained tresses around with invisible fingers. He had heard rumours of the three women than commanded the syndicate, their names uttered with fear and tremors. It was what had intrigued him most - three solitary mares who had successfully bought the dominion to it's grazed and broken knees. Of course, there were those who spoke of them with determination, those who wished to right the wrongs they had done. There were those who spoke of them with adoration yet anguish due to their own alliances. Perhaps, it was wise that for now he was simply a face in the crowd, a nobody. All the juicy little titbits strangers offered him in confidence, thinking he aspired to be a nobody.
Coming to the centre of the woodland, a cynical brow arched over a single wolfish, silver optic, his motions drawing to an easy halt as he stood squarely within the territory. The sun could not penetrate the canopy, what slivers of light made it through, projected spotlight like beams throughout the terra. The mist still rose and fell around him, invisible fingers clawing at him, tempting him towards whatever doom awaited him. The Iron grey brujo remained motionless, his cords slicing dangerously against his hocks. "I call out to the Helkaer Brethren..." he allowed the lull of his curiously accented baritones to be carried towards the Commander and her allies, hoping that at the very least they may come to meet him, perhaps find him a worthy ally if nothing else. "Meet with me. Let us forge a path to victory." He would not rest. He would not sleep easy. He would not stop until all that they wished to conquer was conquer, that all stones were turned and all graves were filled.
"...was the beginning of endless night."
Last Edit: Feb 16, 2019 5:34:07 GMT -7 by p a g a n
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