Also: If it is not possible for me to retain ownership of Divschatten, then I will relinquish my position as guild master
Name: Lynthaer Golthry
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Fiend Vampire
Class: Rogue Pyromancer
Element: Fire
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
What position are you applying for?: God of Fire
Why do you think that you would be good for this position?: I have been trying to build myself up for this position for a while. I have a good understanding of the rules, and I think I RP well and would do so in this position.
Lynthaer, while being evil, still retains the ability to look into situations. While he may be sporadic, he is not a fool. He is also fickle, as is fire. One minute he will be your friend, if he so chooses. However, mishandle him and the consequences will be great. He adores fire, thinking it like him. He is also infused (or at least granted powers) by a fire elemental. He is the training master for the Inferno PrC, and has perfected his control of his powers.
How often do you RP?: Normally I get on everyday. However, I admit that lately, due to problems in the household, I have been somewhat absent.
Recently this has stabilized, so once more, I will be active everyday possible.
[Optional] Describe your character's personality and history / life's goal a little.: Lynthaer was thrown from the Faust family at a young age. His father was taken by a demon mistress who spawned Lynthaer then returned him to be a blight upon the household. Due to his lack of participation within the family, and banishment from it also, Lynthaer desires not much more to prove he he worth keeping. At least ion a sense. His life goals are to prove that he can, in fact, assume greatness, and there is little he will not do to get it.
Provide at least 4 samples of some of your RPs (either in Imythess or elsewhere) by providing links, quoting samples, or creating new samples.
Blood Wagon This is a recent one
Hiding From the Hunt This is an earlier one. A little shaky, but near the end I started getting good..at least in my opinion
Red Sand This is semi-recent. It is also with Shain
Daddy DearestSample Writing:
Jenrick stood, looking at the glass bubble that hovered over the desert swordsman. The tanned fighter was already asleep, and slowly the visions of his dreams were coming into view in the sphere. Jenrick frowned as he watched th fog take shape within the glass. The swordsman, a man who called himself Thomas, had been here for three weeks now, a guest to the academy after found at the desert's edge, inches from death. He had done little more than rest and eat in that time, but the little physical training he had done had peaked some of the administrators attention. Strong and lithe, they said he was a well accomplished swordsman, surprising for a man who appeared to be little over twenty years of age. The only complaint was his sleeping habits. They were few, and when he did desire to give in, he restless throughout the night, tossing and turning, sometimes calling out in his own strange language. That was why Jenrick was here. To observe any mental instabilities the man showed while asleep.
"It is read sir," one of his assistants called out. "Good," he responded. His eyes narrowed as he watched shapes form in the fog. Slowly, a womans face came into few. She had the dark, amber skin this Thomas had, a slender nose, and beautiful golden eyes. Her mouth was turned up in a smile, making her features even more attractive. Or so Jenrick thought, until he noticed the redness of her lips. A drop fell down, disappearing when it reached the glass. His mouth turned down. Blood, he thought. The woman opened her mouth as if to greet him, and more of the liquid spilled out. Jenrick grimaced at the disgusting spray.
Has he killed this woman he thought to himself. The face began to fall backwards, and he saw that it rested on nothing. A severed head.
Thomas began to mumble, and Jenrick looked down at him. Oddly enough, tears were slowly sliding down his worn face. His eyes strayed back to the bubble and received a shock. He saw Thomas himself, two swords in hand, cutting through what appeared to be foreign soldiers. The image was jerky. One minute Thomas would be hacking, the next showing an entirely different number of faces. However, Jenrick did notice a constant figure in all of it. A lonely house, always right behind the soldiers, and a tall, armored figure wielding a halberd and holding up a head. A head with very long hair. The figure started to laugh, or at least that was what Jenrick gathered. The bubbled never was good at giving clear sound, but the cackle was unmistakable, and it did not sound at all like Thomas. The harder the laughter, the harder Thoma hacked threw the men.
The bubble then began to focus on the head, and Jenrick saw what he had expected. It was the woman.