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Played by Offline [PM] Posts: 65 — Threads: 13
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Voting for Deluminian Sovereign

shadows cast across the forest

The radiance that emanated from Oriens illuminated the court of his children. 

He felt the pain, the mourning, the loss, and the strife. It collected like a deep well, pooling in the vacant spot beneath his heart and between his lungs. It was not his place to meddle in the affairs of mortals, but he could not help but feel a choking sensation of guilt and sorrow building up at the crux of his jaw.

But he stood, steadfast. One by one, they approached.

First, it was @Atlas, one of the neighboring Terrastella's scholars. Just as Atlas felt the key click perfectly into place in the lock of his soul, Oriens watched the past as Atlas descended from the oasis and sand dunes that wreaked havoc upon his second life as he fled from his first, as he fled from Azimal... and the god of knowledge's gaze softened with the scholar's resolve. "You have come far from your past and who you were, Atlas."

And then... studious, stoic @Andras ‐ Oriens could not forget his emissary! A strong soul... strong in some ways more positive than others, with an almost reckless drive that was not overall common among Court emissaries. Oriens knew that Andras would be there in some sense or breadth of the word - if only to support those who stepped forward, but something inside him knew the emissary would step forward himself. "Dawn would be honored, Andras."

Oh, then there was @Entia.... a whiplash of attitude and tone, and the god acknowledged him with a firm but cool smile. He felt the scrutiny and felt the stallion's disdain, although it did not cause him to falter. "Is knowledge not brought forth by choice? I know you've passed through many lands, Entia. Your journey is surely a unique one."

Sweet, feral little @Eirene - the rosey peach of her hooves, horns, and nose a tender reminder of the good, empathetic things that resided within the Delumine, nestled between the rot and decay. "Tell me, young Eirene - what herbs do you grow? Some day, I will need to visit your garden." A day to sit among the flowers, herbs, and plants - to breathe in life.

But where Eirene grew the life that nourished the court in her own quaint garden, @Sol Bestiam and the flames of his hooves were everything you would not initially expect from Delumine. But despite the dark coal that swathed his coat, the gold that licked at his wings, hooves, hair, and eyes... Sol embodied more of knowledge and the Dawn court than one might realize. His past - angry and resolute - was something he learned, grew from; in his experiences and knowledge, he moved past who he once was. "You too have come so very far, Sol Bestiam," he smiled fondly.

And last but not least, @Seir. When he returned to Delumine, the masked man was not who he expected or had once known - the inky, jet black of his hide and the bone-white mask upon his face a testament to where life has taken him. He dropped his head so his gaze met the masked Deluminians, the pulsing light from the orb illuminating the crevices within the stallion's mask: "Seir, my friend. I am happy to see you once more; the plants, the forest leans towards you, do they not?" a tepid smile, before he lifted his head up once more to regard the rest of his children who had gathered.

"Atlas, Andras, Entia, Eirene, Sol Bestiam, and Seir - step forward to me," he instructed.

And when they did.... "Delumianias!" came his call and a hush fell over the court once more. 
"It is time; who do you feel is the best fit to take up the mantle of Sovereign?"

Rules to Vote

Voting closes at 11:59P EST on 01/18/21

Before voting or if you are part of this nomination, please read all the below. If you have any questions/concerns, don't hesitate to ask!

  • Regarding this vote:

    • When voting, please read each characters audition - both IN CHARACTER and OUT OF CHARACTER portions! 
      AtlasAndrasEntiaEireneSol BestiamSeir

      • Keep in mind when voting, we are looking for a character who embodies Deluminian ideals, will have substantial enough activity to help drive the court in a positive direction, and solid ideas to bring to the court in terms of events, planning, etc.

    • You must use your Dawn Court Court character account to cast your vote - ONLY Deluminians can vote here!

      • Do not use your OOC account to vote!
      • One vote total per member, even if you have multiple Dawn Court characters.
      • Those nominated may not vote for themselves. They are allowed to vote for a different character, if they wish.
      • Failure to follow the above rules will result in your vote being nullified.

    • You can freely post in this thread if you'd like to interact with Oriens or the nominees!

  • Character Requirements for those Nominated and/or who are chosen:

    • If you win the member vote and have another character in a Regime position (Sovereign, Regent, Emissary), that character must step down before your winning character can step up. This must be completed within 2 weeks.

    • If you have entered another one of your own characters into a different Court's Sovereign auditions, you may not win both. In the event both your characters are the number one pick, you will need to choose which character/court you prefer. The one that you pass up will be given to the runner-up. 

  • General rules and requirements regarding Sovereigns:

    • Regarding Sovereign vulnerability: Sovereigns will be deemed Vulnerable if you make 10 IC posts or less per month (this means that it will be extremely easy for anyone to win a Challenge against you), and posted absences only make you immune for 2 weeks.

    • Sovereign activity requirements: To promote activity within their respective Courts, the Sovereign must setup 1 IC event every other season.

    • Once a Sovereign is selected and your profile approved, your first duty will be to create a Court Rules thread in your respective Court forum. Read this thread for things you can do as Sovereign.


Played by Offline [PM] Posts: 65 — Threads: 13
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Only Deluminains may vote, but...

Any character - from any Court - may post in this thread to interact with Oriens and the nominees.
Once voting is over you will be able to immediately claim this thread as completed for signos and/or EXP - even if you don't meeting the post count requirement!


Played by Offline Chaosy [PM] Posts: 69 — Threads: 10
Signos: 0
Dawn Court Merchant
Male [He/Him/His] // 8 [Year 498 Summer] // 21 hh // Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Secondary Magic: // Bonded: N/A

This flaming guardian could be your worst nightmare...

Sol found himself in awe of the god, his gold eyes warm and welcoming. The words spoken to him made his heart swell, though he did his best to not showcase it. The massive stallion had been through hell and had walked away a better being thanks to it all... Not that he was the easiest to get to know. Sol was guarded at best with new faces and hesitant to trust easily.

"Thank you, Oriens. That means more than I can express." He answered, dipping his head again at the stallion before them all. Taking a moment, he composed himself and turned to the rest of the group.

"I wish you all luck in this. We all have the best for our court in mind and I cannot wait to see what our future holds." The ebony, gold, and white stallion stated, his words polite and warm as his golden gaze traveled over each of the assembled equines.

Notes: ---

CREDIT to Miss Sparkle (offsite)


Played by Offline Frostie [PM] Posts: 10 — Threads: 4
Signos: 255
Dawn Court Scholar
Female [She/Her] // 7 [Year 499 Spring] // 15.2 hh // Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 11 // Active Magic: N/A // Secondary Magic: N/A // Bonded: Wynter (Griffin)


Gods were complicated. Unknowable souls who sometimes toyed with, were protective of or even completely disinterested in the mortal souls at their beck in call. If one were to guess the complicated nature of such deities, you were almost sure to get it wrong. Who could understand the desires and wants of those immune to time? 

The summons drew her from the small room in which she currently resided. Dressed in moonlight finery, hood pulled over her ears, the silver doe entered the main court. The room was large enough to fit the entire Dawn Court in, the ceiling tall and windows large allowing sun to spill in across the stone floor. Silently she moved towards the side of the room, slipping into the back. Beside her Wynter flew in low and placed her hefty history book beside her. Im ceri- ú- heni- i thel-. The griffin’s words were sharp, judging the spectacle. The silver doe finished setting up and raised her head to observe the room. For a moment she allowed silence to fill the bond as she observed the god and his mannerisms. Of course this was not important for the records, but it did fulfil her own curiosity. Power radiated from the being, strength and a certain agelessness rolled off his body in waves. The presence of a god always demanded a certain level of respect but until she knew more about this...Oriens...the doe would reserve her reverence for a later date. Turning her gaze to Wynter the doe finally responded to her bonded. A siniath aran. Mín see i galas -o mín arnad. Hi na- gobennas. Chiding Wynter into silence she wondered how the griffin did not understand the importance of such an occasion. it was not everyday she arrived dressed in her finery and dignified disposition. 

As the god began to speak, his voice filled even the far corners of the room. Soundwaves rolled off her pale flesh, rising bumps along the sensitive areas. The sheer power of his vocals resonated with her. Reminded her of other interactions she'd had with deities in the past. Their cold eyes, silky voices, massive bodies, unbidden power. Abilities that could bless and destroy. As he spoke of each candidate for sovereign, she made note of them. Though she reserved details of birth year, place, history and appearance for the winner, the new sovereign. History was selective and if you were not of singular importance, to the doe's mind at least, you would only be mentioned in passing. Just like how only a brief description was given to the court room, most would not care to know the whether on such a prominent occasion. Instead she focused on the words, summarising as unbiasedly as she could. Which, for a new comer with no true established bonds or loyalties yet, was incredibly easy. Keenly she focused on the facts, emotions or any personal opinions she kept to herself. 

Observing the workings of the court as the vote took place, she was fascinated by the arrival so many new faces. None stood out as familiar from her past...though she did spot a few faces that she had met since her arrival. As her pools of gold rolled over the crowd, her gaze hovered on those whom she had spoken with. An odd feeling expanded through her chest, light. Warmth. It was the foundation, she thought, upon which she could start to rebuild her life. 


Played by Offline Zombie [PM] Posts: 101 — Threads: 8
Signos: 115
Dawn Court Citizen
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 7 [Year 499 Spring] // 16.1 hh // Hth: 30 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 32 // Active Magic: Chameleon Physiology // Secondary Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A

Sloane had seen way too many Sovereigns elected for Dawn Court. None of them were any good, then again, it was insanely hard to please the mare. Each one had their flaws and each one made them so abundantly clear. Finding someone who didn’t annoy the shit out of Sloane had been difficult. Really, all of them were rather irritating and yet, all the Sovereigns that came before somehow tolerated Sloane and her antics, which she supposed meant something.

As the crowd gathers in the center of the court, it draws Sloane near. While she’s not entirely interested in the God (because truthfully, Sloane does not believe in gods or divine beings of any kind), she’s not really one to enjoy crowds either. She stands in the back, looking at all those gathered with a scowl upon her face. They all look like fresh meat, not yet even ready for slaughter. None of them really looked like Sovereign material, but she supposed she had to pick someone.

With a roll of her eyes, Sloane looked out over the crowd. When she spoke, her voice was soft, barely audible over the gathering crowd. "I guess I need to pick the least awful choice." Her eyes look up at Oriens, catching his gaze for only a moment before she looks at the ones gathered. This was going to be a harder decision than she thought.


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