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Beyond the Horizon [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS] - Official Dusk Account - 03-29-2021 Dusk Sovereign AuditionsMonths ago Solis, Oriens, and Caligo had descended over the mortal world. Solis had brought his light to the Solterans, calling them to choose their leader. Oriens and Caligo had called for new prospects to step forward. And Vespera? Well, she had been left behind. Perhaps she deserved it. She had angered her people, her mortals, years ago now. They no longer trusted her to help them choose their leader, to help them build their kingdom. Perhaps they were right, perhaps she had stretched their trust too far, back when storms had ravaged the land. But it was no matter now. Marisol had fallen, and Elena had taken up her throne at her behest. But the golden girl was gone, and Vespera knew not why. Perhaps the weight of a crown had been too much on the woman, or maybe she hadn’t desired it from the beginning at all. Maybe a tragedy had fallen onto her shoulders as well. Regardless of the reason, Elena was gone, and dusk could not stay long without a ruler. Vespera did not wait for her fathers urging. She followed the sun down, pedestal just before it, her shadow stretching far over the cobblestones. “Come my children of Terrastella”She called out, her voice carrying over the crisp evening winds.“Elena is gone. To where I do not know, but her throne sits empty, and her crown without a head to rest on.”She looked over the crowd that was quickly gathering, her eyes scanning for even a trace of the golden girl. She found none.“Someone must take her place, but which of you has a heart strong enough to give to my children of dusk?”Rules to ApplyAll auditions are due by 11:59PM EST on April 5th.Before filling out the form found at the bottom of the page, you must read the rules and guidelines below, as well as everything posted on this page! Please ask us if you have any questions or concerns at all!
If you have read through the rules, understand the requirements, and still want to audition for Sovereign, please make an IC reply to this post and put your completed OOC audition form (below) underneath it! Code: <button class="acc_ctrl"><h2>Click here to see this character's OOC audition form!</h2></button><div class="acc_panel"> RE: Beyond the Horizon [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS] - Eris - 04-04-2021 Jude wouldn’t claim to be strongly religious, for that would be a lie. He knew the gods existed; he knew that they pulled their strings and conducted their plots before a backdrop of eternity. Yet, so rarely did they stop to consider the individual creature, unless they were somehow special or unique to the deity. It wasn’t something that the ebony stallion was upset about, no, there were more things upon this earth to focus his rage on. The almost childish obliviousness was, however, of an interest to Jude — the pegasus felt a strange competitiveness when it came to the favor of the Eternals, and when the chance to be one of Vespera’s chosen, no longer one of Vespera’s many, Jude leaped at the opportunity. He was young, yes, and relatively unprepared; but both Elena and Florentine had had little choice in the settling of the Dusk crown upon their heads. Jude had flown through chaos deeper than what could be found in the halls of a palace, no matter what sorts of nonsense the nobles felt the need to stir up. He was a man of purpose, and purposefully would he preside over his home. What changes could be brought forth upon the wings of a goddess’ endorsement? The stallion could create new medicines, could revive the rich culture of Terrastella, could change the whole world for the better. Teeth clenching with the strength of his conviction, Jude adjusted the set of his large feathered wings at his sides and set his shoulders before stepping out of the gathered crowd. Muscles rippled along his back and rump as he moved, honed from his continuous training and the constant, low-level exertion of holding his wings along his ribcage. Yet, he was slight, his diminutive stature not at all kingly — not that such a thing as paltry as height could prevent the medic from gazing skyward toward his Goddess and calling out to her. “Vespera, I ask that you look upon me and judge me fair. I wish to lead and nurture our people.” She had asked of strength Would she find his own lacking? Code: About the RPer What is your OOC name? Eris, queen of run-on sentences 25 Yes. Cerridwen held position as Spring Empress on Site-That-Will-Not-Be-Named for about 6 months before I left the site due to ethical conflicts. In addition Camdis Lohir, if any of you remember, also held the first Night Court Regent position before life got in the way of my activity. The main thing that I enjoyed is that it gave me (and my characters) a motivation and purpose on-site, which really motivated me to be more active and post more often. I loved being able to be an active part of the site’s lore and getting to work with members to help their character’s plots or ambitions come to fruition. I’m a helper by nature, so being in a position of power of sorts allows me to help get the ball rolling IC with more ease and believability. I also really loved to have the opportunity and IC capability to meet most if not every character in the Court. What I wasn’t a big fan of was how intimidating it can seem at first, getting adjusted to expectations and trying to make sure I am caught up on lore — which I know Novus has a lot of. It also can be difficult to traverse certain events or interactions that may go against a character’s personality or nature, such as Cerridwen being forced to battle for her throne, or Camdis not being an absolute POS sadsack and needing to clean himself up. It can be hard to find ways to do that that are believable IC sometimes. Yes :) So golly this one is hard because there are a lot of things, but mostly how open the site has become to changes and reviews and critiques. I feel like this blossoming acceptance of having more polls and discussion and suggestion-based changes is really going to forge some strong bonds between current members, be more welcoming to new members, and steer Novus in a direction that is going to make it even more stand-out. I’m not much for change (blame my Taurus moon ay), because it can be a little scary, but I’m always glad to experience new things and I think we have some great minds here that are primed and ready to make some super cool improvements to our little corner of the internet. Sovereign Questions Jude is first and foremost, committed. As a Halcyon combat medic, while he may not have seen too much of combat thanks to the peace begotten by Terrastella’s previous Sovereigns, the position doubtless requires those who carry the title to remain active in their training at all times. This purposeful dedication paired with Jude having been born as a Dusk native would result in a longstanding and unwavering loyalty to his throne and his kingdom. He may not be the life of the party, but he is fair and pragmatic, and I believe would continue Terrastella’s reputation for quiet stability. I’d like to address below how Jude’s personality, morals, and intentions align with that of the Court. Secrecy and Shyness - While the stallion is not what one would call quiet or passive, he is subdued in his shows of emotion and subtle when necessary. Having treated patients with wounds and prognoses of various severities, Jude is capable of evaluating when and at what pace certain truths must be divulge, if at all. Concerning shyness, the medic couldn’t be accurately described as such; however, he admires the tranquility that the trait brings to mind. It is not often that one born for the chaos of a killing field finds a cool quiet to shelter in, but amid shy fellows and friends, that is exactly what is offered — the safety of silence and gentle presences. Jude strives to surround himself with those that possess the same sense of careful tact when it comes to information dissemination as he, which leads into... Modesty - Jude, embodying the aforementioned traits in the secrecy category, is also rather spartan in his mannerisms and living style. The stallion, having been raised amid the strict order of the Halcyon unit, has made it a point to bring the frugal tactics of the military into his every day life and surroundings. Flamboyance has never fit over the medic’s bones, and he cannot imagine it could ever make a home of him. That is not to say that Jude is not proud, he is indeed very proud of both his and his court’s achievements — but it is a pride of a quiet sort; one to hold close to his heart and make no spectacle of. After all, medics do not do their duty for recognition, they do it because they care. Which brings us to... Caring and Loving - Jude considers these values to be two halves of the same coin, seeing as they both have to deal with how we extend service to others. Jude is a firm believer in the concept of service and how it manifests. In Vespera and her teachings, one may find the undercurrents of service in each of her decrees and actions. Jude attempts to mimic this constant manifestation of service through acts of love, care, and charity. Gruff as he is, the stallion is not cold, and he is not without the knowledge that it is not only caring for one’s nation that brings about prosperity, but loving one’s brethren as well. Love and care however, when freely given, are potential weaknesses to be exploited. Thus, we find in ourselves experiencing... Fearfulness - Fear is somewhat of a tool to be used, but only when the fear is born of respect, else the foundation of the emotion crumbles to aggression and senselessness. Jude understands that fear lurks in the shadows deepened by Vespera’s soft twilight, understands that it is an inescapable part of evolving as a prey animal and of being mortal. It is unnatural to feel no fear, and thus, fear is a healthy tool against that which would harm or disrupt one’s ability to engage in love, care, modesty, secrecy or shyness. In growing to respect and utilize fear as a motivator and self-inspection device, Jude believes that one may become a student to one’s own terror and thus learn to empathize with both oneself and their surroundings. Overall, Jude would slide into place as sovereign of Dusk with new ideas and hopes for change, but while possessing the emotional intelligence to implement these changes in a healthy and effective way. Kindness may not be worn upon his sleeve, but it thrives in him and manifests in a way that I believe would be extremely beneficial to the culture of the Court. In addition, Jude’s above attributes and his commitment to Dusk’s continued safety and success would assist in providing dynamic and interesting new relationships with other courts. So I have only a few rough ideas right now, and I’m sure applying them is going to change them a little bit, but here they are— The Explorer’s Guild Jude recognizes that illnesses and their symptoms can evolve and worsen, and thus, the notable healers of Terrastella must rise to this challenge. As sovereign, Jude would like to form a subgroup of gatherers and curious-minded individuals to go into the world and find new plants that are both poisonous and beneficial. The Explorer’s Guild sounds nice, but I’m not sure if that name will really stick. The first task concerning the Explorer’s Guild (or EG) other than finding the personnel for membership, is building relations enough with the other courts to allow Terrastellans into their borders to discover these plants. There is potential for EG cells to be established across courts, if the sovereigns and denizens wish, though the main base of operations and command would be Terrastella’s hospital. After that is achieved, Jude would like to look into commissioning a contingent of Dawn scribes and scholars to assist the healers and doctors and chemists of Terrastella in testing and documenting the effects of these new flora. Other courts are welcome to send their warriors or injured or even their healthy to the Hospital to assist in these medical breakthroughs. This is a fully consensual situation and there would be strict rules on informed consent concerning the testing of these new methods and medications. These patients as volunteers wold receive a small sum of signos as compensation (tied to post count per thread of volunteering, i believe) Festivals If the below suggestions don’t hit the happy spot for people, then I’m happy to brainstorm other ones! **Ilati festival - place removable and non damaging platforms and walkways through the swamp, the area is lited by lanterns, people can dress up as Ilatians with paint and bones and feathers. There is touring the swamp and dancing and offerings of wildlife friendly foods for the animals there, to honor the memory of those who came before them and helped to define Dusk’s culture. **Halcyon festival - to honor the stallion that saved Terrastella’s princess, a three day festival. Three days of feasting and reveling. The lover’s walk; couples and friends have one half of the pair start at one end of a hedge maze, the other at the other end, their goal is to find each other in a marble gazebo at the center lovingly dubbed “the Temple” there they are showered with flowers dipped in colorful dyes, so that their skin is painted with the outline of the blossoms the Halcyon races; On the second day, there is a flighted race and a footrace, each contestant much race their competitors around a track designed for the occasion set just outside of terrastella’s walls in the prairie (while carrying a healing herb) The Rising — A breakfast feast set to start at the break of dawn on the last day of the festival with Dawn Court citizens especially welcomed. This breakfast is to remember and give thanks for the time lost on both sides of their silly little cold war, and the lives lost within the Lover’s Temple. The Resting — A dinner feast set to start just as Dusk begins on the last night of the festival, to mark and appreciate the grand peace that they were all gifted thanks to the healing power of the herb Halcyon gave his life to deliver. I don’t think I would change any present rules, I think they are all very fair and good. As far as activity, I’ve been toying with the idea of a “Letters to the Sovereign” sort of thing, or “Letters to the Regime” if the regime is into it. Doves trained to deliver letters to the royal aviary can be given letters with suggestions, complaints, information, etc, and will be read and assessed. Or maybe we can do an IC event where people can help Jude train the doves and build the aviary and whatnot so that we can have a working mail system in Terrastella’s capitol. Other subsequent events (if the initial gets good response) can maybe start expanding it throughout the entire territory. This would be so that entire threads could be written in a sort of letter format and it could help bring more activity, seeing as we don’t often get to write pure dialogue. It might be a fun new way to get in touch with our characters without having to *yet again* describe the color of the sky or what time of day it is or how the grass smelled — not that thats not fun, but sometimes you just want to write a letter to your crush instead of walking to their house ;) I think I did this right? Hope so. RE: Beyond the Horizon [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS] - Liam - 04-04-2021 The call summoned the copper-burnished stallion, and he found himself being roused from the training he'd put himself through. Where the shell of a stallion once stood, he found himself as he had been before. Muscles rippled under his fiery coat, long limbs carrying him over the ground steadily, smoothly. Holding his cranium high like the regal stallion he was, Liam approached the crowd that had gathered. Having not spent much time within the walls of the court itself, Liam wasn't sure who the deity was. However, the stallion could tell she was breathtakingly beautiful and he was drawn to her. She possessed such power that he was surprised that he wasn't thrown onto his back just by being around her. Even though he could feel the immense strength and power rolling off of her, above all else, Liam felt protected, like nothing bad would become of him. It was this that caused him to step forward, his ears pricked forward, and eyes alert. Distantly, he heard another step forward, pledging themselves to the mare standing on the pedestal above him, and Liam felt his breath catch in his throat. While he hadn't been in a leadership role in quite some time, he was destined for it, or, at the very least, felt that he was the right choice for the role of Sovereign. Regretfully, Liam hadn't met with the last two Sovereigns of Terrastella. Whether it was due to his own lack of interest in how things were going or lack of time, he wasn't one hundred percent certain, and he regretted not meeting them at least once. Even still, there were multiple reasons as to why the copper-burnished stallion was the right decision for the Sovereign position. Despite having not led in quite some time, he was a tactician at heart. Never one without a battle plan, he entered into any and all interactions with at least some sort of basic layout of how he expected or wanted it to go. Of course, everyone was different and not everyone responded the same way. Still, the stallion responded politely, politically, diplomatically, even. It took a lot to get him riled up, and even when he was, there was never a mean word coming from Liam, nor did he ever speak out of turn. However, what could be done to potentially improve the Dusk Court itself? This was where Liam would take to the populace, get their opinions, and work hard to change it for the better for them, not himself. He wasn't seeking this position out simply for boasting or bragging rights. He wanted to help the citizens, those who couldn't speak for themselves. As he attempted to come to a stop just a few feet from the pedestal, Liam found himself bowing in respect to the deity above him before standing again. She was asking for strength, for someone to help lead the Dusk Court, someone who was strong enough to hold the crown. Liam could do it. Couldn't he? There was little to no doubt in his mind, but Liam wasn't sure what Vespera thought of him. "Vespera," he called to her gently, attention locked solely on her, "I have come to answer your call, your plea. I know I have been lacking in interactions within the Dusk Court itself. Let that not deter you from this. I wish to lead the Court to success. I wish to mingle among the citizens, help them when they need it. I wish to make sure they're all taken care of. They are the ones who make Dusk Court the best court there is." About the RPer
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RE: Beyond the Horizon [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS] - Atlas - 04-04-2021 ATLAS A serpentine path of silvery stones led from his hostel out into the city proper. The once well-kept foliage and landscaping had become jaundiced yellow and rimed with frost. There had been little energy for tending it with no Elena, and the thought stabbed at Atlas with a pang. Elena’s absence formed a gaping, draining wound in Terrastella, an abscess where time had hastily tried to stitch together the flesh and only been successful in trapping feelings of resentment, and loss. Atlas was not the type to judge and felt surely whatever her reasons they were good ones; he had met Elena only briefly, but had pledged his full support, and should she ever return, he would do so again with no explanation. Life was too short to see the worst in people, especially his fellow Terrastellans. Dew was beginning to form on the grass. Soon the sun would set completely and winter would crisp it to frost in her dark grip; but the dusky sky was a navy curtain, the horizon a scrawl of black ink, and Vespera’s glory colored the clouds magenta and tigery-orange. There was a crowd gathering in the city square and Atlas’ curiosity, never a satiable monster, urged him onwards; his joints were stiff from sitting in one place and writing all day. He was penning a novel-- it was part memoir, but mostly an allegorical tale of warning of what happens when opulence becomes poison, and power is equatable with spilling blood. Nosing his way gently through the onlookers, he found himself in a grand and powerful shadow; he had to blink his eyes in quick succession to ensure what he was seeing was real. It was Vespera herself, her visage cut from the clouds above, all faceted warm light and angles. The sun sank behind her, poised like a crown. His eyes watered. A stranger stepped forth first to answer Vespera’s call, followed by someone Atlas knew by face, if not name. Link? Logan? Whatever his cognomen, he was handsome, rugged. Looked like a leader. Had a good head on his shoulders. Compared to him, Atlas was a tiny, golden relic; a beam of sun in the duskening sky. And he should have been happy to live and let live, and surely Vespera would choose correctly, and Dusk would have a leader worthy of replacing Elena, replacing Marisol. He was not that person. Was he? Something within him kindled and was warm, and before he could stop himself, he was moving forward. A golden aura enveloped him, refracted off of Vespera’s glorious skin. His head was lifted high, small as he was, and in that moment he was not small. “I would be considered for this honor.” Atlas’ voice was strong, but humble. There was no demand, no tenuous request, but neither did his voice waver. “Our strength is in our unity, and the bonds in our community. I would put my heart forward for the Terrastellan family.” He bowed, then, perfect, snappy, well-practiced, a flush of muscle memory rushing back to him like spume on a breaking wave. Atlas had devoted his life to giving. The question, then, was to Vespera: how much did she deem necessary to take? She could have his life, if she desired. They all could. About the RPer
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RE: Beyond the Horizon [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS] - Below Zero - 04-04-2021 B e l o w Z e r o the cold never bothered me anyway The alien had heard the call, but Bel had not moved. It wasn't for a lack of want, or care for the very community she had found herself growing with, but rather from searching for her own capabilities, her own strengths - judging her own self-worth before she could ask a goddess to judge her. Would she even be worth judging. Yuki was staring her down, she could feel her eyes, both sets settling on her, questioning why she hesitated. No words were spoken, they were rarely needed between the two now, but still, she knew the sentiment. "Once upon a time, the council had called me to reckless to be a Triton. I was to 'new-age' to do what was best for my people, all because I believed our people, were worth more than their speed to evade attacks. That I had more value in a soul the quickness they could heal. I wanted better for the Pod, not to let them live in the state of fear within the cold, northern waters. I guess, I still am judging myself for their words then. For Shard's agreement." She sighed quietly, looking towards the sky. She didn't much focus on the gods of this world anyway. No, it wasn't that she'd not focused on them, but rather she hadn't had much time to consider them as she was meeting others of all courts, experiencing the world Novus had to offer and challenging herself to see the world above the ocean currents. She was growing more comfortable by the day, and now, she had the chance to not just continue to learn, but do more for her people. But, was she worthy? Was she the right choice? Would she falter? Fall short? Others had come forward. A stranger, a soldier, a scholar. The nervous part of her mind waited for the butt of the joke, hoping it wouldn't be her. But she forced those fears to still. And so, the alien stood slowly, the vapors trailing off her shoulders, her spine, wafting around her fin. Dual eyes took in the others, hearing their own words, before finally, she moved forward, her eyes shimmering with an inner strength she pulled from the challenges she'd overcome as a creature of the oceans learning what it meant to be of both worlds. When she spoke, however, her words were more ritualized, her voice carrying on the sea breeze, echoing like a whale song to the goddess, to the others who might listen. She wouldn't disappoint, because her strength had been earned. "Vespera! My heart is the calm of the seas, but the tempest of the hurricane, sheltering our people within the Eye and casting out our foes with a protective embrace. I may not be of Terrastellan descent, but this land has breathed life back into me when I once thought all was lost. My wish now is to return that breath of life to the heart of this Court. I humbly place myself forward for your consideration." She lowered her head, both eyes half closing before her goddess. Her words spoke softer, more sincere, and for the goddess alone, "I might not be the best choice, I know many of my fellows who approach, and I know each of their hearts beat with the same passion as mine for this Court. I also willingly admit to not being the most devoted of followers to these islands, and a new face even if a more familiar one as the years have passed. I've walked these lands, and have grown to love Terrastella with all my heart, forsaking even the ocean to live within its boundaries. And even if another is chosen, my dedication to this Court will not waver. I see the strength we can produce in each of us who stand before you now." She fell silent, stepping back, even as Yuki chirped from her back. Bel smiled softly to her bonded before she stood tall, ready, willing to accept any judgment that may fall - for her favor, or against. Even if another was selected, it was to Terrastella that Bel belonged to now, and whether she was meant to lead or to follow another into the future of the Court, Below Zero would do it with pride. Because this court had been her saving grace, her peace, and her salvation when she thought she wasn't worthy of the very life she now had been granted. "Bel" Yukime Notes:: <3 About the RPer
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RE: Beyond the Horizon [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS] - Rhone - 04-05-2021
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RE: Beyond the Horizon [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS] - Cass - 04-06-2021 Y ou were there, when she first drew breath, sighing as she baptized the world with her presence. You are something else, something other, it is not physical but a piece of the soul, passed down through the generations, harboring whispers of the past and warnings of the future. You are not a body, you are a consciousness, a power not quite understood as you flow from one generation to the next your life never ending because you are the wind. ~
He arrives, a soft breeze at his back, licking down his hide, ruffling the foliage attached to his too bright skin as leaves flutter to the earth delicately behind him. He is beautiful in every sense of the word (or so they tell him) and the way he carries himself… it is as if he has come from another life, another world. There is no way he wasn’t created to sing and dance, to enjoy life in a way as bright and enthusiastic as the colors upon his skin. But there is an air of regality to his swagger, something ancient and wise brewing just beneath the surface. The man has grown old in heart and wise in age, he is well versed in the ways of the world and has no doubts when the voice of Dusk’s goddess rings through the calm sky. Aristal is a creature of the wild, something crafted from the world’s beyond, something molded by mother nature herself and born to carry the autumn wind beneath his skin, to harbor its force and will. But, he has also seen much, watching as kingdoms rose and fell, lovers turned to statues and hatred bloom between mother and son, all while riding by on a soft, autumnal breeze; never able to touch the things of their world. He was there when she first breathed life into him and he was carried away upon the thing he’d grown upon alongside, had learned to love and cherish; the wind. It whistles and whispers to him in languages unknown to others, melodies of other worlds, other ages that it has encountered and even then, it bows before him. For Artistal is not a being of little, he was born a god, a prince of the skies. That very thing carries him above countries and oceans, constantly searching, but as he arrives in the world of Novus, it is no stranger that meets his arrival. He has seen the goddess Vespera on the horizon many times, just a glimpse of her beauty as she claims the heavens for herself each night. Aristal admires her, and when she calls, she is greeted with that soft smile and chilly breeze that seems to always accompany him. This is not a world he knows well, but it is nothing he hasn’t seen before. Cool confidence radiates from him as he watches the goddess, awe hidden behind the smooth cockiness of his handsome features, eyes twinkling in the shadow of her figure. She is as graceful and ethereal as he expected, her entire being shifts the world around them, cloaking them all in a sort of hushed reverence one would expect in the presence of a being so mighty. He has seen it before, when he encountered Mother Nature moments before his birth, when she revealed who he was to the world. It is nothing more than curiosity brewing beneath the surface as he listens, ignoring the others around him before opening his mouth. “I wish to step forward,” his words are honey coated but laced in sincerity. "If you deem me fit enough to lead your kindgom." “I have ruled the skies for far too long now, perhaps it is time for me to settle down,” the stallion speaks, his voice confident but respectful as he addresses the goddess. “It is time for me to keep my hooves on the ground and seeing that I have wrangled the wind all these years, I’d hope I could handle a kingdom blessed by Dusk herself,” he finishes, dipping his dial, eyes cast downward as he awaits his judgement. Would he stay? Or would he simply glide away on the next autumn breeze? ~
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