[AW] from the void [SOVEREIGN AUDITIONS]

[Renwick]

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Night guide you, lad — past those sorrow fields & sombre marshes — to a kinder end.

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hange is inevitability, Ren has long come to know the song, it's oft sang from the strings of the Fates' most beloved instrument. Caligo's land, while cloaked within the phantasmal hues of pitch and suspicions, the sort he imagines Delumines and Solterran's tell their children somewhere south of sunset — burned like a dark flame.


Unattended, neglected — it was liable to act out before it ceased to be. A cacophony of chaos, then nothing at all. Long silence wearing a mask that feels like death, but not quite. Many would take the screaming, forever, than to be left in a cold vaccuum of nothing. Even the void has it comforts.

Ren had spent half his life fighting other people's problems, and the other half running from his own. He's not in need of necromancers and phylacteries quite yet, no unearthly strange tinctures whose smell mildly irritates the nose and sensibilities. He stands. Despite Zolin & the Sun Wars, despite of himself in the long stretches devoted to duty unable to face his reflection in the mirror. Self-worth is a precious thing, high in demand and in short supply. If one cannot find worth in survival, then what about them is worth investing in?

Once survival has been assured, the next logical step is to thrive.

A pierced ear flicks, here and there, the only sign that Ren is in fact listening, rather than solely wrestling with his own internal monologue. There is a Lich, who comes cloaked in night and cold, then there is Araxes, whom lingers in a similar wraith like projectory in his mind but arguably less tangible. He knows her, the same way you would know a familiar face in streets. Two wisps in a compelling fog mirroring heavenly bodies. The third, is another stranger, who wears her youth like summer silks and pale flowers in her hair.

Ren survived Zolin, all those harsh, gaunt little faces sharpened to knife points. He saw the closing of the Gates, the vacation of throne by the one he called Brother. Lifetimes ago now, but they left a lasting impression. Always, to the cruel ones. Renwick cannot recall in any of the stories he's told, nor heard, there ever being a tale where a happy ending was brought forth by simple, easier times. Leisurely strolls through spring grass fields where tulips bloom and starlit roses glisten.

"We denoctian's are a proud, but wounded people." His voice cuts melodic, soft despite the war hardened edges of him. Despite time and thoughts wind shearing presence against the rocky parts of him, sanding him down. Caligo has always been his divine compass, glittering darkly towards roads yet traversed, and back again. Regards her with the awe and veneration she deserves, though it's no slack jawed awe from colthood, when mother first whispered her name. It's stronger now, made of diamond the color of a starless sky. Refined. Admiration for a creature who has also endured much within an equally tumultous cosmic tapestry. "We have endured much, as a nation, and ourselves. Our individualism is our strength, our community our sword and shield. It as seen us through times of exceptional difficulty. This time, it will be no different."

He stays amongst the gathered, shoulder to shoulder, smiling a smile that's both impish and resolute. "We will come back from this, a painful mournful lesson, but we will be made stronger for it. Together. Our brother & sister courts, too, are wounded. We all require stability, but what we need is growth. Something that is both kind, but mutable. Able to push us to be the best of us, to be swords and shields for not only one another, but all the others in the other wounded courts, who cannot defend themselves. While showing that we are not a flame or shadow on the wall that will fade away." A meeting of the minds, a soldier and a diplomat, and while he lacks in the latter, Renwick knows the faces of all those that came before across the courts, heard their triumphs and their falls. He thinks of Seraphina, and he thinks of Reichenbach too, the fair lady of Terrastella whose body was liquid gold. "A prepared peace, ready to weather the storms that will surely pass."

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About the RPer

Thanks for auditioning! Let's start with your name.
Mana.

Great! How old are you?
27.

Have you ever held a Position of Power before?
I've had a number of character's in various positions of power over the years, not just limited to a number of equine sites. One thing I've always enjoyed, is the sense of connection it gives the character, the overarching theme that it's not just about them anymore, but something larger than themselves. The challenge of when to be selfless & when to be selfish. When to focus on your own & when to expand the picture. There's a rich depth of character exploration and discovery to be had, not just for the individual who holds the crown but everyone else who is inevitably affected by their actions.

Have you read the Sovereign Rules?
Yes.

What aspect of Novus are you most excited about?
Novus has always gripped me with it's storyline, the flexability it gives people to make it something their own while not feeling restricted by or suffocated by heavy lore with little leeway to explore a truly expansive, open world story.

Sovereign Questions

Why would your character be a good candidate to lead Denocte?
Renwick is a denoctian through and through, by blood & by birth — but also by nature. He has natural ties to the land, reaching far back as when Zolin's history was crafted, but also with characters who have come ( & sadly gone ). Renwick offers the gallant knight, whose spirit is wild with the juxtaposition of the weathered warrior who has seen the worse. Not quite the reluctant leader, but a leader who measures caution to the needs of the many. Who will make the hard decisions without pagentry, and answer readily.

What would be their goals as Sovereign? What would they do with their new power?
Renwick's vision of denocte is pushing for stable growth, one that challenges it's members to not only survive, but thrive within these much beloved shadow lands. A return to values but also an open mind, Caligo's court is an alive and changing thing, a complexed web. Passionate to those it loves, cold to those that come with ill intentions.

In a position of power, Renwick would see envoys sent to the other courts to establish newfound alliances, while also offering security to it's own. Celebrations and the arts will return to the streets in the form of jousts, tournaments and other celebrations. A prepared peace. Renwick will uplift the thief, the soldier and the artist alike.  

You've got us convinced. Is there anything else you'd like to add?
Thank you for the opportunity.