Amelah_ || Lore team Application!

Estermelah_

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What’s your IGN?:
Amelah_

What's your Discord Tag?:
esternity_

Do you have any alternative accounts?:
Yes but only one (Esmelah_) its rarely used

Do you have a functioning microphone?:
I do! (but my computer is very loud through it lol)

How old are you?:
I am 17!

Have you worked in teams like this before?:
I have worked on something similar a few years back, though I was a builder on that team but also was able to write some of the lore.


Do you have any previous experience?:
I feel like I have quite a bit of it. I wouldn’t say a TON of experience considering I haven’t ever fully been on a lore team, but like the team I mentioned earlier I wrote some of the lore for a server a couple of years back (I cannot remember the name I fear) While the server didn’t exactly go anywhere sadly, I feel like it gave me experience writing out fun things and small secrets that players could find.

What do you believe is your writing strong suit?:
I believe writing is my strong suit because it’s a passion of mine. It sounds corny, but it really is. Writing has been such a major part of my life since I was younger because I could tell a story that others could relate to. I feel like I am defined by my ability to put feelings and emotions into words. I enjoy it so much because I can put my every thought on paper. Not even just straightforward things either, but genuinely being able to tell a story that the readers can piece together. Using characters to describe how someone can think, to show different sides and perspectives to the same problem. Using these things, connecting scenarios to little details others might miss, is my main passion for wanting to become an actual writer one day.

Why are you interested in joining the Lore Team?:
I’m interested in this team because I have always loved telling a story. Like I stated before, I want to be able to create those small things readers can piece together to see the bigger picture of the island. Being on this team means contributing to a craft that other players will be able to see and dig into. I also want to be able to collaborate with different types of writers, to see difference spaces and work together to create a picture of the server.

How did you learn about the server?:
I was introduced by one of my very good friends!

What unique contributions can you bring to the server?:
I can bring a warm smile, and hard work of course! I feel like I am a pretty friendly person, and usually get along very well with others. But I also feel like I have a good blend of creativity and atmosphere. I always love going deep into things no matter how small, and bringing out that special ‘feel’ of a place, which is what brings simple things to life. I feel I have a strong instinct for also tying places to characters, and connecting stories together. Overall, I bring depth, imagination, and a talent that could help bring more of the server and world alive.


Write a short story of a Self-Made Yokai you can find roaming throughout the island:​
A simple woman by the name of Kaen Hinata. An upheld lady of the island who spent most of her free time organizing small events within her community. A story follows behind her name, one that many remembered for long years to come. A wildfire, in simple terms. Spreading on the far end of the island where Kaen had been scouting with her husbands secret lover to host a small festival. She was rumored to have seemed off that day, many wondering if she had discovered her husbands secret once and for all. But in the wake, only Kaen knows, and she took it to her grave. Cvilians who were wandering the main part of the woods said to have heard a loud scream in the darkness where Kaen and the woman had disappeared to. And not long after their feet began running through the dirt, a pungent smell hung in the air. An unmistakable smell of burning flesh. Embers quickly flooded around them, coating the trees in a thick smog of smoke. The heat of fire burning on their skin as the flames swarmed up each pine tree. One swears in the distance he could see them, Kaen on fire, her usual blue dress now black as she stood admist the flames, the woman she came with nowhere to be seen. Nobody had an explanation, nobody knew the truth of what happened in the forest that day, but it was no accident.

The aftermath of the forest remained to nothing, kids who wandered curiously would come running back screaming. Nobody dared go near it, it became an unsettling part of the forest they once loved. Even in the midst of winter, it was claimed to feel like one was sitting on the sun. That embers still danced around even amongst the black, burnt tree stumps. That the smell still lingered, and became stronger the longer you remained in the area. The citizens daunted on the idea of a possible spirit that haunted Kaen that day. The fact that she may very well still remain alive inside the deep. It was a way to explain the odd occurrences that never died down. So they performed a festival that was popular in Kurama, a fire festival. It wasn’t identical, but rather a piece of it that they prayed would help end this terrible memory. Dressed in traditional clothing, each carrying a torch lit brightly amongst the ruins, they chanted. Some praying on their knees, children standing in a circle amongst the adults. All clinging on to the hope that whatever demon remained here would keep at bay.

The forest eventually grew back over the years, flourishing among the island as the memory of Kaen seemed to simply fade away. But her story was far from over, her name replaced to The Hiwataru (‘Fire walker’) who now roamed the darkness of the deep forest. Acclaimed that her footsteps left burnt grass in their wake. Dainty embers, often mistaken as fireflies, burn wildly on the touch no matter the weather. Bits of ash sprinkle around the air, clouding any ounce of light that once was provided by the moon. A sickening smell of burning flesh and pine invade one’s head by the simple distance. Some locals could still be seen placing lit fires in front of their homes in the night, warning new-comers to not roam the forest after the sun goes down. The truth buried beneath the very flames that started everything.

Write a quick event based on Japanese pop-up cafes/restaurants/stores (Promotional cafes based on media such as anime, gaming, spirits, etc.):
~+Cosplay Yume District Festival +~
Location: XX district
Date: X/X/26
Time: 5-8PM EST

~+WELCOME TO YUME DISTRICT FESTIVAL+~
Step into a flourishing slice of cosplay scene. Today only, XX district transforms into a vibrant world of themed cafe’s, booths, photo sets, and resteraunts! All celebrating the art, energy, and imagination of cosplay culture. Whether you’re a pro-cosplayer, a casual fan, or someone who just wants to experience the thrill and have some fun, come join us!

~+FEATURED POP-UPS (just examples for rn)+~
CosCafe Atelier: You like different cosplays? Well this is just the place for you! This is a rotating-theme cosplay cafe, where the staff transforms to different characters each hour! Includes character-themed drinks and desserts, specialized latte art, and a pose corner for photos with the cast!

Stitch and Steel workshop: Want to include yourself in the fun? Take a swing by the workshop, a one-stop place for cosplay crafting essentials. Inside you’ll find wigs, foam, thermoplastics, prop bases, micro-tutorials, a repair station for emergency costume fixes, and a friendly staff willing to help you dress up as your favorite character!

KiraKira Closet: Not a full-out cosplayer, but still want to show your love for your characters? Fear not at this Harajuku-inspired fashion booth! Blending streetwear with cosplay fashion. Including limited-edition jackets, chokers, and accessories. Even with character-inspired outfit building with staff stylists!

~+MINI EVENTS+~
Cosplay runway blitz: 6:30, the street becomes your runway! Open to anyone and everyone, music up, cameras out, confidence through the roof as you prepare to show off your outfit!

Token quest: Collect an array of tokens from different pop-ups and trade them for an array of exclusive Yume Festival merch!


Come join us, and hand a friendly face to the dedicated workers for countless memories!

How would you write the atmosphere of the image provided below? (Byakuyakoku Shinto Monastery):
(Must be at least 200 characters long, describing the characteristics, atmosphere as well as including some personal ideas about Byakuyakoku.)

The Byakuyakoku Shinto Monastery carries a sacred atmosphere, time itself almost hesitating before one steps onto its stone paths. The Monastery had weathered walkways, smoothed out by many footsteps over the years, wind through the courtyards where moss softened every edge, and the air hanging cool and thin. Wooden structures remained strong, holding the weight of the culture. Lanterns were scattered about, some faded from age, hanging from posts. Even when unlit, they appeared to glow faintly.

Nature surrounds the Monastery, trees painting the paths, vines curling around pillars, snow pasting the ground in a pure white. The wind blows strangely through the open areas, carrying echoes of the mountain it sat on. Sometimes bringing in footsteps that were too close, whispers that were questioned to be leaves or a quiet voice. Silence felt alive, but clearly sheltered a thin line between realms like a veil.

Byakuyakoku is a sanctuary built not just for the people, but for the spirits to roam free. A neutral ground where both coexist in a peaceful balance. The Monastery could be seen as a keeper of the worlds, moonlight seeming to linger even at dawn and shadows that never fully settle. Holding ancient knowledge between a subtle tension that flurries in the air.

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You have been tasked to write an in-lore influential character in the history of Norowarejima. Who and what would you create? Provide some insight on the character!:
An array of paintings hidden below a floor board. Each one signed by the name Chikashi Akinobu in perfect curved symbols. The paintings vary on color, precision, brush strokes, and feeling. None looks identical, none look related or similar. But each carry an ominous weight. His brush was rumored to capture spirits that should never have been bound to a canvas. He was called blessed, called cursed, but even the children knew nobody saw the island the same way his eyes did.

Chikashi was born near the island’s southern cliffs. Constantly ridiculed by nightmares and shadows that swam by in the thick fog. Adults told him the same thing over and over, “Don’t draw what follows you.” A clear warning to the young boys curious nature, but it didn’t stop him. He would sketch the long limbs, drifting flames, eyes that seemed to glow like embers. How could he not draw the entities that seemed to haunt their home?

Nobody knew where it started, but it was like Chikashi’s art breathed life. Lights flickered when placed near the painting themselves. Shadows seeming to move and shift inside the panels. Whispers seeming to emerge from the still canvas. As he grew up, his art was placed inside of shrines, believed to keep certain spirits calm.

At fourty-seven, Chikashi secluded himself inside of his studio. It was a usual thing he did when he was painting, but it lasted days. One morning, a few worried civilians gathered outside of the home, trying to convince him to step out to ensure he was safe. Yet when no response came, it was clear something was wrong.

The door was busted open, falling onto the ground as a painting stood propped up against the wall across the door. The look of it sent shivers down the citizens spines, the Twilight Gate. A torii gate surrounded by swirling mist with a Shinto stood in the middle, painted with two distinct hands. One human, one not.

Some claimed he stepped into the painting, finish his final piece with his own soul. Others believed a Yokai claimed him, making the man into his own art. Few swear they see him wander around his studio at dusk, simply sitting beside the painting that remained untouched. Nobody knows the truth of where Chikashi Akinobu had vanished to, but his paintings were ripped from walls and stuffed below a floor board in his studio to never see the light of day again, as they were now believed to holster hungry spirits awaiting the opportunity to drag another civilian onto the canvas.


Additional Notes: Not many but I hope I did this right!​
 

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