Welcome to Surrender Dawn. Before starting your journey, make sure that you read everything that's on the Beginner's Guide Board:
First, make sure that you get to know the rules by which we manage our site and community.
For this, visit the Guide to Rules.
After that, it's fundamental to read all that there is to know about the world your character will be inserted into.
In order to do so, go to the Guide to Lore.
Lastly, please take a close look at all the mechanics that dictate our roleplay and its characters.
You can do this by checking out the Guide to Mechanics.
When you've done all of the above, you'll most likely be ready to start creating your character:
Create your Application Thread on the Character Creation Board.
To do so, follow the instructions on the Character Application Template Thread.
Once you're done, just copy the link of the thread and head over to the Grading Center.
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We hope you enjoy your time with us! Happy Roleplaying!
Updates
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"That'll be... two silver coins," the older woman said as she filled a bag with various foodstuffs. Potatoes, cucumbers, dill, some radish, tomatoes, onions, and a variety of berries. Her hands, albeit shaky and wrinkly from old age, still handled everything with incredible care, placing each item in its own respective bag before storing it in the larger one that she handed to Yazmyn. "Are you making a visit to the orphanage again, girl?"
Yazmyn just smiled at the greying woman, searching for pockets for some change, "Yeah. It's been a while since I've seen those kids. Been really busy with work lately. You know how it does. How's Ben and the others? Hope the kids aren't giving you too much trouble."
The older woman's smile only grew, "A child of a Hunter and a Vagrant... the kid's quite a rascal. It's too bad he doesn't get to see his parents too often."
"You should see him when Arthur and Lisa are both back home. Ben gets so happy he can't sit still!" The woman added, making Yazmyn giggle a little. It must've been nice. Having a family.
"And he's already a ball of energy!" The Huntress added.
The woman then suddenly threw in some extra candies into Yazmyn's bag, pushing it into the girl's hands, "These ones are on the house."
"But you just said-"
"I know what I said. Come on. Get out of here!" Despite the woman's 'supposed' harsh command, the smile was still very firm on her face.
Yazmyn just sighed, "Tell you what. Give me that duck, I'll give you two silver pieces and I'll be out of your hair?"
And just like that, Yazmyn had herself a bargain. She smiled to herself as she was now walking along the side of the road. Despite the life that she led - one with many dangers and even more means of indulging after said dangers, the Huntress made it a point to get to know the many people she shared a city with. Most of them were kind, caring individuals. Those who were worth protecting and laying your own life down for. The blonde was especially good with children - was actually financially supporting a few orphanages to the best of her ability... and one of those orphanages was exactly where she was going now. Hefting her grocery bag, she entered a courtyard brimming with life.
"Yaz!" The greeting was immediate the second the blonde opened up the creaky metal gate and let herself in.
"Syrel!" Yazmyn greeted back, a wide toothy grin on display as she crouched down and opened her arms for a hug... a hug that almost sent her crashing into the ground when the kid barrelled himself into the Huntress. Well, after three more kids slammed into her she did end up falling to the ground, laughing and giggling as she tried to get a good grasp on every kid that suddenly decide to jump her. "Hey you four! Calm down! I can't breathe!"
Syrel was a small kid. Short black hair and green eyes - just like his late dad who she knew from a job way back when. Then there was Ylva - a small but strong girl; much like Yazmyn was in that regard. Her hair was long and beautiful, just like her late mother's; blonde, more golden than Yazmyn's was, and her amber eyes shone like lights in the dark. Then there was Thorsen - an Afflicted kid with green scales all throughout his body. It seemed like whenever Yaz saw him, he had an extra bruise somewhere, yet despite this sad fact he always seemed so damn happy. Bright kid, this one. Looked exactly like his mom, too - blood red hair and blue eyes. And then, finally, was Ren. Well, Renald, but everybody just called him Ren when they weren't making fun of his name for whatever reason. He was the one kid whose parents Yazmyn didn't know before they passed, but from what she could gather they both were Enforcers who had passed away in the line of duty. Both Ren's hair and eyes were pink - a part of his shapeshifting Vel ability. He was the most timid of the group, yet his eyes still lit up whenever Yaz came around.
Syrel, Ylva and Thorsen were the three kids whose parents Yazmyn had worked with in some capacity... whether it be going at a job together or just hanging out either in a pub or in the training grounds. Hell Ylva's conception was because Yaz introduced the father to the mother, what with the guy being far too shy for his own good. Heh, those were the days.
She bit back the sadness as best she could. Couldn't be sad in front of the kids.
The little group of five finally made their way inside the orphanage where Yazmyn was greeted by the caretakers - men and women, most of whom were simply volunteering to help out. Good people, all of them. Taking time out of your day when most were so busy working in Heavy Industrial wasn't a sacrifice that anybody could consider light by any stretch of the word, and every time Yazmyn visited she was incredibly grateful to all of them for helping out and she voiced that plainly. Shaking hands, hugging, or just simple verbal greetings. She knew everybody present, and if she didn't she'd introduce herself quite quickly, making sure they could count on her to help with whatever it was they had going on.
The blonde quickly made her way into the kitchen where she unloaded all of her purchases and began to prep everything for some lunch. She gathered some more ingredients that were lying around and had started getting things ready. With any luck she'd be able to make a meal for everybody here - the lady from before sure as shit made sure to give her enough stuff for a goddamn feast... and she couldn't help the giggle that left her when she realized Ylva was quietly watching her from afar.
"Interested?"
The little girl nodded shyly, still at the doorway. Yazmyn's smile only widened as she beckoned the girl to come closer.
"C'mere, I'll teach ya how to cook," the Huntress said. Ylva begun to positively beam before she made a beeline directly to the grinning Huntress. She stood in front of her, her back to Yazmyn's front, and watched curiously as Yazmyn worked, "Okay, so here..." She trailed off, explaining every little thing she did.
