[Iraka]

Well, this is my first RP on this site, and I've gotta say it's the first one I've made in a long time. This is basically based on the world I've created for my story. It's still under construction, but I thought what I've got so far is enough to make a simple RP.^^

The Time of Creation

The world of Ephryon began out of nothingness. It was from this nothingness that the Creator first conceived the Valqad, the birth of existence. And from the Valqad, all existence began.

Ephryon
One of the worlds born from the Valqad. Inhabited by men, spirits and beasts.

Angels
Holy creatures made of the essence of light. They exist only to serve the will of God, and unlike humans, have no actual free will. As such, they are free from desires and urges normally associated with man.

Spirits
Beings made of the essence of flames. Unlike angels, they have free will. They are divided into two classes, the Danzalarr who chose to make Ephryon their domain and the Falanor who remained in the dominion of God, ever faithful to Him.

Humans
The first man moulded by the Creator was Iraka. The Creator granted him great knowledge and wisdom and made the angels bow before him. But of the Falanor, one refused to bow, rebelling against the will of the Creator. This Falanor asked the Creator for respite so that he may show the Creator the weakness of man and draw Iraka and his race along with him into the pits of hell. The Creator granted the respite, for man would have free will and was blessed with the mind to differentiate between right and wrong, and so those who would so willingly follow the Falanor would deserve to follow him straight to hell.

This Falanor was the first being to be corrupted, by the envy of man, and the first to corrupt others for ages to come. He was then called ‘Deyja’ which in the old tongue meant ‘The Corrupt’.

Deyrash
With his cunning charms, Deyja managed to corrupt a number of female Falanors before they were all cast down to Ephryon. Taking them as his wives, they bred and began a new race of spirits that would forever try to corrupt the children of Iraka. These spawns of Deyja were called the Deyrash.

Followers of Deyja
There were others who not only followed the words of Deyja, but also worked as his agents, spreading his influence even further. These were from among both the humans and the Danzalarr.


This RP will take place during the Time of Darkness, when man's faith in the Creator was to be put to the test. The Devil (Deyja) is about to rise again. But this can only happen when the corruption of man's hearts have reached to a certain extent. So now, Deyja's followers have been spreading chaos and destruction throughout Ephryon. It is a dark time indeed. Will you be one of those who will join this tide of darkness, helmed by the Devil? Or will you be one of those who will try to stop it? The choice is yours.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race: Human/Hadorr/Nyrrvas/Danzalarr (Falanors and Angels are not allowed)
Occupation:
Appearance:
Weapon/s:
Bio:

Extra notes
-Hadorr are humans who are paler and more graceful. They also have an affinity with the woods, thus most of them are druids or rangers, protecting the sanctity of the forests. Hadorrs usually live long lives, and even the young ones by their standard are wiser than most humans.

-Nyrrvas are also humans except that they originally came from the sea. Only a few nyrrvas's cities exist, with Shianyrr being the capital in the ocean world. Their only difference with their land counterparts is that they are able to breathe and swim well in water, and usually possess hair of blue or greenish-blue shades. They are also perfectly capable of living on land, though most would long to return to the water after some time.

-Danzalarr are the spirits that have lived on Ephryon ever since before man was created. There are a wide variety of spirits, some good, some evil. Spirits are capable of appearing as anything they choose depending on their capabilities, though some in fact stick to one physical form. Other than that, they also have powers of illusions and of flying, for getting from one place to another in a short time. They can also possess physical objects, animals and even humans, again depending on their capabilities, though good spirits would usually not misuse their powers as such. They only appear to humans when they wish, though they prefer to live amongst themselves in their formless forms. The good spirits would usually leave the humans in peace, whereas the evil spirits would constantly try to harass and disturb them, inhabiting places such as lonely mountains, dirty graveyards and anywhere where filth and corruption is evident. Evil spirits are also known as demons to most people, when they appear in their gruesome physical forms.

-If you wish to play a human who is a follower of Deyja, he/she would normally be a Shadower, and belong to the brotherhood that worships Deyja. They are taught the dark arts by the demons that also follow Deyja.

-In truth, there is only one Creator (or God if you will). Though people of all races across Ephryon worship a number of different supposed gods and goddesses. These idols are often evil spirits who have beguiled man to worship them. However, the gods and goddesses most often worshipped by the populace of Ephryon, by different names and attributes, are actually human mages, powerful mages who have become immortal after drinking the Elixir of Life. They call themselves the Athaema (though no one knows them by that name) and have sought worship from the rest of their mortal brethren.

On magic
In Ephryon, magic is defined as a supernatural act involving the direct translation of Sirath from one’s soul into the physical (or spiritual) realm. Magic can be divided into three distinct classes, shuraz, rohadr and il-shahirr.

Shuraz
Special powers granted to selected individuals by the will of the Creator. This, for now, would include Iraka.

Rohadr
Powers that can be gained by anyone willing to learn. In this case, learning how to use magic can be likened to any other pursuit of knowledge. However, the true art of rohadr involves a certain amount of faith in the Creator, which determines the purity of the soul and thus the effectiveness of the magic. Most mages who lack this fundamental understanding could never hope to surpass those of true faith, so greed and envy will lead them astray into the arts of the il-shahirr.

Il-shahirr
Powers granted with the aid of the Deyrash or even Deyja himself. Il-shahirr’s only purpose is to bring harm to others. The practitioners of this art are also called the Shadowers and are worshippers of Deyja. The powerful ones among them are even capable of summoning demons into the physical realm to fulfill their requests.


Well...if you've read all that and you're still interested in joining, thanks a bunch! XD Yes, I do realize that that was a longer RP info than I initially expected... Ah well. I'll be posting up my character soon (possibly Iraka, although he is pretty overpowered I admit..). Till then, please join up!^^
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[Heavensent/Hellbent]

Name: Rasia
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
Race: Hardorr
Occupation: Ranger
Appearance: Rasia
Weapon(s): None at the moment
Bio: An heiress to the throne in a small, quiet village
secluded amongst the forests. However, she betrayed her
people by declining the crown when the time came, then
stealing a mare from the royal stables, escaped the town as
a fugitive, never to be seen again. Now she wanders aimlessly,
searching for a purpose.

Rasia is an aggressive woman, and not too easy to befriend.
She's not one who immediately trusts those who she encounters
and is very aloof around new people. Brave, she stands her ground
and will protect others in times of need, then like a shadow, she disappears.

Not one you'd want to run into on a bad day, but once warmed up
to, she is a great and loyal ally. Though she fears people since her
identity must stay hidden, since she is a traitor.

[heartsonfire0716]

Name: Carrie
Age: 23
Gender: female
Race: Human
Occupation: demon hunter
Appearance: long, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, pale skin. Wears dark clothing - dark red corset dress, black boots and cape. has her quiver and sword strapped around her back and hips inside her cape, and her dagger hidden in her corset.
Weapon/s: long sword, bow and arrow, small dagger hidden somewhere in her clothing
Bio: Carrie was born in a small village. Her parents were under the employ of the king in the village, a man of convictions and greed, but also fair when the need called for it. When the king died, the entire castle was wiped clean of employees, and the throne was taken over by an evil man, who many believed to not be human. He was evil, more so than many people. Her parents were ordered to be killed, as well as herself, but she ran away with her favorite bow and arrow, as well as her father's family sword and blades. She cherished these weapons, as they were the only thing she had left from her family.

Because she believes that a demon ordered her family's murder, she vowed to kill all that were evil, demonic, or faintly wrong in the head. Mostly demons, however, because the death of regularly evil men could not always be justified.

[Faith]

Name: Faith
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Thief
Appearance: Short, spiked teal-blue hair with pale skin. Wears black cape with a black hood. Hood is almost always worn. Beneath the cape is light and flexible chainmail armor. Wears normal black and white pants with a silver shirt. Has assassin-like boots and a belt.
Weapons: Long, sharp dagger hidden within the cape and belt. Also has short sword strapped to his back.
Extra Equipment: Theif tools.
Bio: Much about Faith is unknown. He is only known for his reputation as a thief, and much of his skills and abilities and background is not heard of. We will discover him more if we meet him.

[Black Rain]

Name: Gitta Genevieve {means Strong White Wave, Gitta for short}
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: Nyrrva
Occupation: thief and trained assassin

Appearances -
***Face and Hair Style and Figure: http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a120/Mi_Chelle2005/253855.jpg
***Clothing: http://www.thehcc.co.uk/images/cpics/c1l.jpg with long black pants, the tunic is black as well.

Weapons: http://gungfu.com/pics_info_pages/knives_fantasy_isis.jpg and
http://www.gungfu.com/pics_general/pics_knives/knives_fantasy_griffyn.jpg

Vega: http://ladytigra.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/clydesdales.jpg

Bio: Gitta is aggressive and not too easy to get along with.
She is quite wary of strangers, and keeps mostly to herself.
A couragous and stubborn girl, she stands her ground as well as anyone can in a encountering battle of any sort.
After she stops to offer assistance to any one that accepts it, she vanishes.
Because of her profession she must keep a low profile.
On occasion she has crossed the path of people whom she has either stolen from or done business with in past years.
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[Grey]

Name: Mizu
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Nyrrvas
Occupation: Unemployed
Appearnce: 6,4 and 195pds. Short spikey hair that is turquoise color. Has blue eyes. Wears a blue vest with a white undershirt and long blue pants.
Weapons: Two broad swords and a pair of knuckle busters
Bio: Mizo lived in a small Nyrrvas next to the ocean in peace. When he was about 15 he was tricked by a evil Danzalarr to steal a treasure from his village. While trying to make a snatch for it he accidently knocked over a torch and burned down half his village. He was banned for life from his village. He now travels Ephryon just trying to get by.

[Espiritu]

Name: Arshiva Brusz
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Danzalarr
Occupation: Shadower
Appearance: Generally, Arshiva adopts the alluring form of a human woman - though there are times when she will choose another form that is more suited to her purposes. http://www.whiterabbitstudio.com/images/ditaveil1.jpg
Weapon/s: Merely a small dagger hidden on her person for self defence. A ladies' article intended not to kill.
Bio: Supposedly one of the more ancient spirits, it is impossible to clarify when exactly she came into existence, or where she has been and what she has done. She has been behind numerous schemes in the past, in different forms. The legends people hear of are sometimes her, at different points. She currently adopts the role of a prosperous Duchess residing in a townhouse, while subverting the people of the town into intrigue, lust and corruption.
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[TheWorldGoesRound]

Name:Gnash
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Nyrrvas
Occupation: Merc.
Appearance:
http://hometown.aol.com/jonathanm221/images/guys48.jpg
Weapon/s:http://www.shinycapstar.com/4%20sp%20coy%20sml.jpg
http://www.weaponsemporium.com/WE-Rapier-Daggers.JPG
Bio: Gnash (Nash) grew up, the son of an important man in the Nyrrvas society. He was very priviledged, and had a normal life. He didn't stray from his life until he was 20, when he killed a man, and realized he loved killing. He became a merc in order to be hired to kill. He doesn't care who, or what he's killing as long as his swords, or one of his daggers tastes blood.
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In Character;
Gnash was in a surface city, in a pub. He sat at the counter, his cloak hidding his handsome, face. He looks older than he really his, as he sips his ale, eyes watching his left and right cautiously. He was quick, and if someone came from behind, they'd find a dagger in their stomach.

One man had learned not to mess with the cloaked figure. He had tryed to pick a fight. His hand was sitting infront of Gnash at this very moment. Now, the rest of the patrons in the pub had made a bit of a perimeter around the man, avoiding contact with him.
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[Gideon]

Name: Catherine
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Nyrrvas
Occupation: Spelunker and cave diver.
Appearance: A fairly slim figure, though muscular from years of lifting machinery, and curvy in the right places. She has elbow length, black hair with a blue tinge to it, and a fringe that sits just above her eyes on an angle, sloping down to the right side of her face. She has clear blue eyes, and tanned skin from spending alot of time outdoors. She has a two inch scar on the side of her neck.
Weapon/s: Two katanas, and an arsenal of various explosives.
Bio: Abandoned by her parents when she was a baby, she was adopted by another family of Nyrrvas. However, when she started to exhibit signs of sparking (generating an electrical current, much like the electric eels) they too abandoned her. She left the ocean and came to live on the land. She was adopted by a human family. The father was an inventor of sorts and he discovered a grey powder that gave off smoke and made a loud noise when a spark was added to it. He taught her how to make it, and how to harness it and use it, as he had no children of his own. The two of them took up spelunking and cave diving, much to his wifes protest - until he brought home the Spartan Treasure.

The wrong people heard about his discovery and tried to take the treasure, killing the parents and stabbing Catherine in the throat, severing her vocal cords, rendering her mute. To alert people that something was wrong, she managed send a spark through the fire poker, to touch a small bag of the explosive powder. The explosion alerted people, who rushed to her aide. 3 years later, she is now living on her own, still diving and spelunking, and the powder is kept safe, for a rainy day.

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[Iraka]

(Wow a lot of people sure like Nyrrvas huh?)

Name: Iraka
Age: ??? (appears to be in his early 20s, but has existed since the late stages of the Time of Creation)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: None currently

Appearance: Possesses metallic silver hair, dark violet eyes tinged with red, and a rather fair complexion. He wears a long-sleeved dark shirt, the left sleeve torn off, a pair of dark trousers and boots with gray shin guards. White strips of cloth, now gray with age, are wrapped around the length of his left arm right up to the hand. Around his waist is a length of navy blue cloth, secured in place with a belt bearing intricate gold leaf motifs.

Weapon/s: Qiahzor, a long, curved sword saturated with the essence of darkness from a long destroyed world. The ‘Forbidden Fruit’, obtained from the Garden of Thyrr.

Bio: After Iraka was created, the Creator then made Evana, who was to be his wife, from his left rib. Iraka and Evana’s souls were bonded by the will of the Creator even before Time had began. They are the ultimate symbol of everlasting union and love in the name of the Creator.

Before Deyja was cast down to Ephryon, he tried to tempt Iraka and Evana with the forbidden fruit, promising them power and knowledge beyond anything they’ve ever imagined. The ‘Forbidden Fruit’ was in fact, not a fruit, but a sword imbued with all the essence of darkness, chaos and destruction from a long destroyed world. The sword’s name was ‘Qiahzor’ and the Creator had told Iraka and Evana never to touch it.

Nevertheless, they finally gave in to Deyja’s persuasion and together pulled Qiahzor free of its resting place. And then they saw and knew things previously foreign and unknown to them. They knew death, pain, hatred, despair and all things evil. They knew it all and they wished they didn’t.

The Creator found out. In his wrath, he cast them down to Ephryon, Iraka into the deep jungles of the West and Evana into the deserts of the East. The two spent countless years apart before they finally met at Aldfarahn. Man’s life thus began on Ephryon and generations after, man became the dominant beings in that world.

After a time, Evana was struck by a sudden illness. Iraka begged in prayer to the Creator for her to get better. But then, Halzatt, the Angel of Death came for her and said it was her time. Iraka pleaded for her life, but the will of the Creator was set and Evana passed away. However, Iraka was assured that her soul would not remain with the Creator like the others, but would return again to Ephryon, for her task in the Creator’s designs was not yet complete.

Iraka, in his grief, travelled for days, wandering aimlessly through the frigid mountains of Torr-Eliath. He found a deep cave and within, sought to end his life. But as he stabbed himself with the sword Qiahzor, all he felt was pain, utter pain, but not the release of death.

Halzatt appeared before him again and told him that his time had not come. The Creator wished for Iraka to continue his life on Ephryon, so that he can aid the coming fight against Deyja and his followers with his knowledge and experience. And then, Halzatt put him to sleep. Iraka fell into a deep slumber and did not awaken for a very long time...till the Time of Darkness had arrived.

(Oh, by the way, I named my screen name after Iraka and not the other way round...lol, now that that's out of the way, let's start this thing.)

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Centuries have passed. The mountains of Torr-Eliath still stood tall despite the passage of time. Yes. Kingdoms, empires may rise and fall. Heroes and villains, legendary mortals may be born and later die. Cities may be built and destroyed. But the mountains would still remain, a sturdy jagged spine that constantly served as a reminder of the Creator's greatness...if any were to only pay attention.

Deep within one of its many dark caves, so deep, away from the cold that covered Torr-Eliath, a man finally woke up.

Iraka, the first man, had awakened.

Barely had his eyes opened when he felt his left hand pulsing beneath the bandages that enwrapped it. He stared at it. Akarshal, the Rune of Blood and Pain. It was unmistakable.

"Deyja's rise. It is coming," whispered Iraka to himself. He raised himself and then began his journey out of the cave and out of the frigid mountains of Torr-Eliath.
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[Grey]

Farther away from the mountains of Torr-Eliath there was a field. Weat was growing out of the ground making a wonderfull orange and yellow scenery. It was calm, peacefull, untouched by the hands of humans. A man can be seen making his way threw the field. He had turquoise colored hair and blue eyes. The mans name was Mizu. Ever since he was banned from his village he just wanders the world village to village. Mizu marched threw the tall weat, reaching in his pocket eating sunflower seeds. He continued on his way, seeing what the day will bring him.

[Espiritu]

The townhouse was suitably huge. It was ornate and unnecessarily beautiful. Inside, antiques littered the shelves and cabinets, the floors made of rare tile and the walls bore unseen wood. There were no doors, merely archways, ones with curtains marked private areas.

Outside, extensive rose gardens and beautiful mazes wound their way through beauty. An idyllic spot for an idyllic life.

One of the most sought after women in the city, childless, ageless and beautiful, Arshiva was quested after by every man with sense. She was presumed human, despite her lack of evident ageing. She had lived in this house for over a hundred years, and yet no one questioned it. There were rumours of her being blessed by God with immortality. There could not have been a concept further from the truth.

"Ehlana!" a voice carried from the upper halls as the Duchess herself walked down a corridor, attaching an earring to her lobe and wearing a slowing, black silk gown split to the mid-thigh on both sides. She flashed suspender. Her shoes were suitably expensive and elegant. A small ladies' hat and veil accentuated her features.

"Yes, Marm?" the girl enquired, being a blonde child who had once been innocent before she came to this household.

"Would you inform the court that my house will be open for a dinner event tonight, please, dear?" Arshiva half-asked, knowing her wishes would be fulfilled anyway.

"Of course, your Grace," the girl acknowledged, nodding her head and swiftly moving down the stairs. "Any particular guests?"

"Less corrupt ones, dear," she replied. "I want to work tonight."
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[Faith]

Faith breathed as quitely as he could, using his almost-forgotten skills of Shadow Stealth. It was a hard job, he had not used this skill in a long time and had been running from the persuing Royal Gaurd halfway across the city of Terra.

Hiding behind the wall opposite of the alerted gaurds, he carefully peeked from the crooked wall. There were three he counted. They were coming his way.

But it didin't matter. He had what he wanted. He had his weapons again. He was out of prison. He could just wall jump and suprise them. But he wasn't in the mood.

Taking another peek at the gaurds, he noticed that they were still squabbling ove where to go and look for him next. Good. That bought him some time. After looking around for a bit, a ledge above him connecting to the small houses that were around the residential area appeared in the corner of his eye. A nice place to hide from the gaurds.

Moving back as far as he could, he ran up and then along the wall as fast as he could, then, using his knife as a temporary hanging support, Faith pushed off the wall and flipped to the ledge, landing in a crouching position on it.

The gaurds eventually passed by underneath him, never supsecting that the one they were looking for was actually just a couple of meters above.

As they turned the corner Faith thought he was safe. That's when he saw a rather unpleasant sight. A group of archers from the city wall had spotted him, grabbing their weapons.

"Aw great. Just what I needed" Faith mumbled

The archers pulled and tightened their bowstrings for sniper shots. Doubting they would be able to hit him from that far, he continued in a normal pace across the ledge towards the roof. Thats when an arrow came and blasted his hood off his head.

Now running like mad, Faith leaped across as many houses as he could. It was lucky that they were so closely packed. Panting, he stopped for a moment at a rather large rooftop of a wealthy house, hiding behind some empty barells left outside. Panting, he surveyed the scene once more. He noticed a flagpole above the city gates. If he could vault off that, onto the wall and use his grappling hook to scale down, he'd be free.

Running as far back as he could, he prepared to jump. He could see the flagpole coming closer and closer. Thats when a red portal appeared strangely and he shot through it.

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Feeling as if he was about to vomit, Faith landed in a field where there was plenty of fresh wheat. And he spotted a man walking in the distance.

[Iraka]

The cold bit to the bone.

Yet still, Torr-Eliath felt far colder than he last remembered. The winds cut sharper like jagged knives through flesh. Breath came out in visible puffs that quickly cooled and became part of the cold.

The weather had become more adverse than before, thought Iraka as he trudged through the knee-deep snow. Another sign of the Devil's rise...

Nevertheless, the cold was nothing to him. Nothing compared to the cold that lay in his empty heart. Even after he woke up from his centuries long slumber, the first thought he had was of her, before the rune reminded him of why he was still alive.

He smirked inwardly. He thought of trying to fall off one of the many treacherous cliffs in Torr-Eliath. But he knew, only pain would be his punishment, for death would never come to him. Not as long as the Creator willed it...

His feet had walked with a mind of its own all this while, as if they knew the paths that run through Torr-Eliath. He let his body do the work, his mind trying hard to erase the bittersweet memories that burdened his soul.

A wolf.

Iraka noticed it the moment it came into view. It was a large, shaggy thing, its eyes yellow and seemingly filled with an unearthly madness. Its mouth closed tight against the cold, it let out a low, guttural growl that slowly rose, the hackles on its back rising.

"Leave now, or you will perish," said Iraka in his thoughts, directing the statement at the wolf. For he knew that the wolf was possessed by a spirit, a demon if you will.

The wolf lunged instead, tearing through the snow at impossible speed towards him, mouth wide open revealing a set of gleaming fangs dripping with saliva.

With a simple sidestep, Iraka avoided the reckless assault, then drew the sword in a flash, cutting the wolf clean through its heart.

It collapsed, dead, crimson blood staining white snow. A clean kill.

But it wasn't over yet.

Iraka made another slash, towards seemingly nothing but air, but there was a clear unmistakable shriek in his mind, as the spirit that had possessed the wolf died and its presence faded away.

With Qiahzor by his side again, he continued his journey.
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[Grey]

Mizu continued threw the field. He then heard a noise. Mizu looked to his left and saw a man exiting out of a red portal. He never saw anything like that in his life. He watched plenty of magic, but never anything about a red portal? Mizu walked up to the man. "You okay?"

[bloody_Maiden]

Name: Aquene Kimi
Age: nineteen
Gender:Female
Race: Hadorr
Occupation: Dancer/none really
Appearance: body and face: http://www.epilogue.net/cgi/database/art/view.pl?id=85273&genre=4
Clothes: http://www.shira.net/art/wildmane1-gown.jpg
Weapon/s: http://www.dollyrama.com/products/fantasy/dagger-Griffin3.jpg and http://www.knifecenter.com/knifecenter/united/images/uckr3b.jpg
Bio: Aquene sounds friendly, and she most certainly is, but is very shy for her age. She wanders alone in the wood most of the time, appearing here and there. She dances for harvest and full moons, but only performs alone. Her gracefulness and shyness shouldn't be to judged because she can defend herself and fight back like a mad bull. Though she is silent, she is very kind person to know, but she must have full trust in that one person.

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The silence was in the air as Aquene wandered through the dense thick forest. Her eyes set on something ahead, she saw an inn. she smiled and looked at it. She snuck to the window and looked inside. Her sly silver blue eyes looked at wonder at the sight of the drunk humans. She laughed and then backed away, into the forest walking in a steady way. Her head turning left past a path. Her eyes set on the river, where she sat, and sipping something that she carried with her.
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[Black Rain]

As quiet as a silent night, as fast the wind, yet as swift as a deer. Horse and rider slipped into the dense forrest, and out again. Gitta and her steed were riding on the outter edge of the forrest in a wheatfield.

"Come on Vega. When we hit the brush up ahead, then we'll stop. Come on, almost there."

Vega, seeming to understand, shook his head in approval. He picked up speed and raced into the brush. Gitta's hair had been flying behind her, now hung around her face, as Vega had slowed his pace and come to a stop. After dismouting, she led Vega to a river and let him drink the cool water and eat the grass that he found there.

While her horse grazed and rested, she decided to take a look around. Gitta jumped up and grabbed a low branch of a sprawling tree and swung up onto it. As she sat on the branch with a leg on either side of it, she glanced around. Vega stood up and she cursed at her stupidness. Vega, her black clydesdale stallion, was 17 hands high and she could have stood in the saddle and climbed up. At 6 foot tall, she only reached his shoulder.

Sighing, she took a strip of leather and braided her thick hair, tieing back and leaving it to hang over her shoulder. "Well. Lets rest for awhile here, Vega, and then we'll go into the village." Vega nodded again in agreement and laid down to rest.

(I forgot something in my profile... the two areas that have a * have been edited... sorry)
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[Faith]

Faith's vision was still blurred by the unexpected teleportation. To where he had teleported, he did not know. Looking back at the portal, it seemed to be shirnking, disappearing.

"No!" he shouted rushing to the portal. But it was too late. It had closed and disappeared.

"You okay?" said a voice

Faith looked around. It was a young teenager around the age of 17. He had turquoise colored hair and blue eyes. Faith almost laughed at the sight. It almost looked like a mirror image of him when he was young.

He had to be careful. He couldn't trust anyone. Trust from a thief was hard to gain. But once you gain it, you don't lose it. He had to approach this young teenager closely and find out who he was. If he was a Royal Gaurd, Faith would have no choice but to kill him.

Getting on his feet, he got ready to meet the young teenager, apparently curious of him and his situation.

"I'm fine" Faith said as he brushed the dirt from his arm. He decided that he should not reveal his identity, if the boy doesn't know.

[Grey]

OOC: Can you please not control my character.

[Faith]

OOC: Sry it's just that i thought this role-play is starting a little slow. I won't do that nymore. No hard feelings.

[Grey]

OOC: Yah np, just edit your post and we can start over.

[gods_black_dove]

Name: Inara
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Hadorr
Occupation: Water Druid
Appearance: She stands at 5'8 and has a fairly muscular build from much training. Her hair flows straight down her back in layers. Blue streaks comb through it naturally. Her eyes are strange and viewed as a flaw from many of her kind. One blue and one green. Her skin is unusually pale but it suits her perfectly. Her skin is unblemished except for a ripple tattoo that starts above her eyebrow, amrks through her left blue eye, and ends right next to the corner of her mouth. Her clothes consist of tight black pants with lace trimming the pockets which gives her a sophisticated air, a black and blue lace-up corset which accents her thin figure perfectly, and black boots with silver clasps. It is all covered by a long black hooded trenchcoat. She often wears it with the hood up so no one can see her face.
Weapon/s: Inara carries no weapons except for a dagger hidden in her right boot. Her body has also been trained for some hand-to-hand combat.
Bio: Inara is extremely young compared to most of her kind, though she is wise beyond her years. Her eyes, viewed as a physical flaw among her people, caused her mother to abandon her to the arms of an aging Water Druid. She never knew her father. She was trained in the arts of Water and took over the role of Water Druid when her foster parent died. Stricken with grief, Inara fleed the temple into the woods. She lives ther with no specific home, always moving. She still practices the art of Water Control and has developed quite a green thumb. She is not a very aggressive person though will gladly defend herself when provoked. She tends to keep to herself though she will welcome company. However she does not get close to any companions that she might recieve in fear of abandonment.
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[TheWorldGoesRound]

Gnash sighed, finishing his ale, then stood, grabbing the hand before him, and left the inn, looking around slowly. He held tight to the hand, before moving into the forest. Ahead there was a woman, sitting by the river, he laughs softly, before moving towards the rushing water. "If you fell in..." He asked, now standing above her. "Would you be able to save yourself?" It was a grim question, but Gnash always wondered about grim things.
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[gods_black_dove]

Inara walked through the forest with an elegance that came naturally to the Hadorr. Her hood was up, concealing her face and her coat was shut. All that was really visible was her porcelain hands which were covered with lace gloves. She walked briskly.not watching where she was going, but not tripping or stumbling. She slowed down when she reached a large pond that moved off into a stream. She moved over to hide behind the fanned out vines of a weeping willow that trailed off into the water, sending out ripples across the surface. It was dark underneath it but it was cool and gave her a small resource of water without being seen by others.

As she kneeled down onto the moist ground, she pulled ack her hood to reveal a tattooed face and blue-streaked hair. She removed her gloves and shovd them into her pockets. She steadied herself on her right hand and dipped her long fingers into the water. Slowly, she began to circle them clockwise.
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Goth is not what I wear or how I act.It's my state of mind.

[Black Rain]

A voice, a mans voice she heard. Gitta stood and motioned for Vega to stay and rest. She quietly slipped out of the tree and down to the ground. As a thief she has the advantage of silence.

Approaching close to the rushing river, she breathed somewhat easier, knowing the raging water would muffle it. She stopped and climbed to the top of the nearest tree and slowly slinked from branch to branch until she could hear them both.
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"Say What You Feel. Be Who You Are, Because People Who Mind Don't Matter And People Who Matter Don't Mind..." ~ Ewan, My Scottish Sweetheart ~ Dr. Seuss ~