Iceblade/jahar7's application [EXAMPLE]

What is your "discord" address? The immigration office needs to send you your documents afterwards! Iceblade#3669

Alright, and your (actual) age? jahar7

Well, so far this all seems to be in order, let us continue with the application process.  (Character details)

Hmm, alright, and what is your gender? Male

And where you come from, what is your nation of origin? UK

Quite interesting, now, just for future census data, what is your species/race?Keishiko

Alright, and as for the laws and rules you will live under, do you agree to them? If so, name three of them! Yes - No ERP, No Power-Playing, Act Respectfully

Good to hear, now lets hear about you, what is your backstory? Everyone has a story to tell, what is yours?

Oskar Vatlavia Vyori was a child when the Great Exodus happened. After the many years the Keishiko of Gachtanita spend as a nomadic tribe wandering the lands of Farnir, they decided to settle in the hills and mountains, where their wings could lend them use. At first their isolation lent them solitude and peace to grieve and reflect on the Great Exodus, but as the younger members of the tribe grew up, they recognised the importance of connecting with the outside world. As they wondered how to do this, in their isolated mountainous community, Oskar's architectural genius came into play. He had no passion for houses or other buildings - he liked the traditional, wooden constructions that reminded him of home - but his interest in bridges, roads and other infrastructure lead him to create some of the best infrastructure in Farnir, taking decades to complete. This allowed his tribe to connect with the outside world and trade, immigrate and learn far more than they could ever have done alone. Due to his importance in allowing the tribe to thrive, when the old Chief died, Oskar was named his successor to the rule of Gachtanita, to much celebration from the townspeople. His challenge now is to allow Gachtanita to thrive in the era of exponential growth it now faces, but he yearns to travel the world to try and find his origins, and the lost language of his people.

Quite an interesting story of yours I must say, on the topic of stories, a minor intelligence test... make a story out of three of listed words;
deer, market, cloth, spear, guard, fort, poison, distress. Make it interesting, make it breath taking! For only then can we truly gauge if you can benefit our society.

The Gachtanita monthly market: a bustling scene, overlooked by the Town Hall and the Artisans' Guild. A lone figure, wearing ordinary clothes except for a hood that hides his face, traverses the alleys around the market. Nobody sees him, nobody comments. Suddenly, a market trader selling tools from the forge, collapses, a spear impaling his heart. Immediately, pandemonium ensues. The Town Watch storms the area less than half a minute later, but after a quick search, no perpetrator is found. Nothing seems to be stolen from the stall, nothing seems to be missing... but then again, who knows? The murderer stole the inventory list that the trader had been carrying... and left a scrap of blood-stained cloth in the shape of a shield.

Alright, and now to write in your Citizen ID.... what is your IGN? jahar7