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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 10:46 am
Considering the vast difference between guild-post formatting and formatting in other forums on this site, the nit-picky-ness of the former still catches me off guard and dear lord is it annoying. In this thread I, Kolloposa, also known as Kollo and lesser known as Kolloposa the Astounding and Miraculous, will be testing posting formats in this thread for various profiles, roleplay posts, and et cetera.
I may or may not make this prettier later. Emphasis on the may not...and the laziness behind it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:13 pm
 I am pleased Loegir has brought us together and allowed me to make your acquaintance. I am Enoch, Servant of our Lord. May His guidance be with you always and forever.
I have lived twenty years and for every one of them I have obliged each opportunity that has been presented to me. Do not disregard me for my youth; a different wisdom comes without age.
I shall deny needless, hedonistic temptations as part of the promise I made with my god upon entrance into the priesthood. This makes me no better than any other. I am but a man and I will be until the day I die.
If I may be so bold, I'm going to assume you are not from Seobet. You are? Well, now that we've gotten past the formalities I must ask you one thing. How curious are you, because if you inquire further into who I am, my prior introductions may be the nicest things you'll hear pass over these lips for the rest of your time in my company.
Still curious? May Loegir aid your enlightenment.
 Twenty years ago, I was born the first and only son to my father. He was a life-worker, a craftsman, a man of his hands. He was a trusted albeit lesser-known carpenter among those of the middle and upper-middle class wanting their homes and edifices to appear palatial yet cost them relatively nothing. Needless to say, my father maintained his place on the upper end of the lower spectrum in the city. He would receive contracts for repairs regularly and the occasional, large project would fall onto his doorstep and provide a bit of luxury for the house. When my mother married him, she brought along a little money from her situation prior and a young man she was caring for.
After the first year of marriage, she birthed me. The doctor advised I would be her final child since she was already entering the later years of her life and labor had been especially difficult on her. I believe I inherited my perseverance from her because she was unrelenting when she came pregnant with a younger sibling and went through labor with little worry. This was my little sister, Anita. My mother was the one who raised us. She brought faith into my life, taught me to read and write, and raised me to believe.
I was young, probably what most would consider too young, when I realized the dead-end my father had reached in his life. He would work and work, day in and day out, hammer and nail, to make no step forward. The idea of being trapped behind a social and economical wall sat like lead in my heart. When I began the growth into manhood, my ambitious personality developed and I turned toward my uncle, the young man my mother brought into the marriage. He was the man I idolized. A powerful and intelligent priest with the ability to further his position both with the faith and in the eyes of the people. Loegir was loved beyond spouses. Priests, the men and women who could speak with him, were held above politicians. Imagine the power that sparkled on my boyish eyes. I craved it. I was willing to do anything to stand up among them.
Anything.
Training was easy. Instructors fawned over me among the other young students; however, the comparison was of no question. Among my peers, there were boys who'd run out with tears and apologies during oral examinations. In my teens, some of them slept through masses. One tore the robes of a High Priest. Another sent an older gentlemen that serviced the Oracle sprawling onto the floor, killing him by snapping the poor man's hip. I shined like the sun among the ash and dirt of my fellow students so I was raised quickly. I achieved swiftly. Praise ran like water into my cupped hands, spilled over my fingers when the basin filled and fell on my feet.
The praise washed my dirty feet of the skin, blood, and muck that gathered from my trudge up to this point. What my teachers and advisors failed to notice was everything I was willing to do to pursue my goal. If they did see, they would be unable to truly believe I was willing to do anything to raise my status.
Absolutely anything.
When oral examinations were to be given, I'd sit with a nervous candidate and reveal their true dedication. "If Loegir is with you, there would be no reason to worry. What would he do if his trusted followers shook like puppies when asked to recite his prayers?" He would flee like a terrified child, apologizing for his weak heart and lack of faith. When morning mass was planned, I would stay up with friends and be sure they'd have that one sip of juice or wine that would ensure sleeping long past the sun's rising. Walking down the hall side by side in such a way that the heel of my comrade's foot falls on the trail of fabric behind the high priest, tearing the silk up the back and turning the man's face scarlet, was as simple as wrapping prayer beads around my wrist. Shouting caution to an easily startled neophyte carrying a tray, knowing he'll stumble and then run to keep from spilling anything. As he ran forward to regain the kettle and cups' balance, he collided headlong with an emerging servant of the Oracle, an older one. The man fell to the ground along with the china and both bone and ceramic shattered on the hallway floor. In appearance, the boy came across as carelessly hurrying down the hall. I came across as trying to save the poor man's life because a simple "Watch out!" can't be proven to have been for a deaf, old man or a possibly lying youth.
I've already placed one death in the hands of another person and these things only skim the surface of what I'd be willing to do. It is in the name of Loegir that I stand my closest to him and his word. My actions have cause and are justified.
My name is Enoch, Servant of our Lord. May this knowledge weigh on your conscience and never touch your tongue always and forever.
 
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