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CHARACTER

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Character Name: ~ Nedwyn Aonach (Young Ned of the Hill)
Age: 20
Sex: ~ Male
Appearance: He is tall and strong. His hair is wild and red. His eyes are of the deepest blue and is as if looking into the dark twilight of the setting sun. His tribal tattoo is of the intertwining serpent as a sign of the worlds evil consuming itself, colored in the woad plants bright blue pigment. His tartan is that of his grandfathers and was made by his grandmother.
Class/Station: Guard and watchman of the Highlands.
Biography: He is the grandson of Tristan the Watchman. A knight of Arthur in the days of old. When Tristan took a wife, princess Isolde of Ireland, Arthur charged him with watching the Highlands and the seas of the north and east. It was Tristan that warned Arthur of Mordred's forces coming to sweep down upon Camelot like a dark tied. In defending the land he was charged and loved Tristan fell slaying Orok, Mordred's great Boar. Isolde gave birth to Nighden the High and his wife was Nesswya. The fallowing years Nighden and his clan drove the remainder of Mordred's forces back into their hiding places deep in the mountains. Nedwyn fallowed his father till Nighden fell to a sickly cold. Nedwyn took back up he mantle of his grand sire's post and has battled Saxon's, Mordred's still remaining forces, and the beasts of darkness summoned by Queen Mab. He soon was given the title Young Ned of the Hill by the Scottish Tribes he protects. He now goes to Camelot to inform the new king of Camelot that he has at least one friend to the north, and inform him that Mordred was gathering strength again.
Weapons/Items: Broad Claymore and Hurler.
Purpose: To keep the Highland safe and attain the honor that his grand sire had once held

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TEACHER
Teachers Name: ~ Olgine The old Wolf
Age: 52
Sex: ~ Male
Appearance: He is an elder amongst Nedwyn's tribe. His hair is as white as snow and bald on top. Despite his age he still retains his more youthful strength. His keen eyes are of light gray. His tartan is of deep red in weave and in blood stain. Though sometimes hunched over in idleness, he stands tall and proud in the midst of battle and council.
Class/Station: High Scottish Guard
Biography: He is Nedwyn's uncle on his mother side. Long had he stood at Nedwyn's fathers side fighting the enemy's of the highlands. When Nighden passed away Olgine took Nedwyn as his own charge. Now that Nedwyn has, by right, taken up the mantel of Guard of the highland Olgine has turned more from teacher to adviser and general.
Weapons/Items: Silver Claymore and Oaken round shield.

[Scy Lancer]

۩▦▦Young Ned Of The Hill▦▦۩

Ned walked tall and proud into the grand city of Camelot. Of all the stories he was told as a child and young man didn't seem to do the old strong hold of Arthur justice. Maybe it was just the awe of seeing an actual city and castle for the first time that gripped his wonder. His neutral facial expression betrayed his inward excitement though. Many smells assailed him as he walked threw the gate. Roast meats, stews with spices and vegetables, the smell of baked goods and flowers. Also there was the sounds of iron workers, street vendors, town criers, and of wives shouting to their husbands about this or that. Ned laughed inwardly at the sight of goings of the city. His tartan kilt blew around his legs as he began to make his way towards the castle of Camelot.

Messengers were sent out across the land giving invitations to rulers of tribes and towns threw out Britannia to come to the commemoration of the anniversary of Camelots rebirth. Ned was more then eager to attend the gathering. It was a chance for him to swear fealty to the new king as his grand father did for Arthur. Also Nedwyn had important news to tell the new king. Mordred was growing in power again as was the queen of the old ways, Queen Mab. The past few seasons Camelots old foes grew more and more bold against Nedwyn's people and sometimes made it past the old wall of Hadrian. Mordreds evil men and Mab's conjured beasts were becoming a growing shadow in the highlands. Nedwyn hopped that King Rupert would send some of his knights to crush the threat while it was still weak. Before it would rise against Camelot once again.

He turned in the direction of the main castle entrance as to where he was instructed to go. He was told that he would be given a room within the castle as well as any accommodations that would make him enjoy his stay that much more so. All he really wanted however was a warm bath and a small meal to tide him over till the feast. He had many questions to ask though. Where there any more progeny of the old knights or was he the only one left alive? What was Camelot's plans for reuniting Britannia? Would King Rupert aid him and his people to the north? He didn't know what kind of man Rupert was. He was even ignorant that King Rupert was the son of Lancelot and Guinevere. He had many questions that would not be answered in a single night nor by King Rupert alone.

He was used to the feel of eyes on him. He was some times described more as a wild beast man then of the heir of Trisan the Watchman. However he felt something stronger. Something that felt like such a burning gaze that it broke Nedwyn's thought and drew his curiosity to look for who it was that watched him so intensely. He only spared a brief yet photographic glance at a young man dressed in red robes in brown gold trim. His boyish face still retained the brilliance of youth, unlike Nedwyn's which was hardened by battle and life in the north. The boys hair was alike his own save his was short and well kept. However it was his eyes that burned into Nedwyn's thought. His blood red eyes that flickered like a raging fire within. There was some sort of spark within that young man. Something about him that made him brake his thought to all but the red eyed boys presence.

Nedwyn made note of the young man and then moved the though to the side of his mind. He regained his inner focus and walked threw the grand doorway into the entrance hall of the castle. Candles were alight and light shown in threw high widows. Grand tapestries were hung from the walls and arms and armor were adorn upon the wall. Many voices could be heard like a chicken coop. Nedwyn broke his feature and smiled.
“Camelot, it does not disappoint.”

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I am Mordred

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...I am Camelot's Enemy

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...I am Morgana

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...And You are my Enemy!

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...I am Morgana

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The room remained filled with laughter and joy. Many old grudges were finally laid to rest. More nobles and people pledged their fealty then even King Rupert had expected. All but the most outlying Scottish tribes joined with Camelot. The Welsh wholeheartedly joined all but two or three cities who did not show for the banquet. A fare share of the English still refused to join under Camelots rule but had agreed that they would be allies in good or ill times. The Irish seemed really impartial. In Arthur's days they mostly kept to themselves in most affairs. With the marriage for Tristan and Isolde however they became bound by blood to be allies. The Irish wold not consider rule under Camelot but would agree that a beneficial alliance would be struck.

All seemed to be a wonderful and prosperous time. The people danced and drank. The grand hall was filled with laughter and cheers. The king and his queen sat at the front of the hall and smiled and talked with friends and relations. All there seemed to enjoy the banquet and reveled in the hope of the new age of Camelot, and the rebirth of Arthur's legacy....However

...No one noticed the woman in deep purples and blues. No one noticed the fire of vengeance in her eyes. No one even noticed the long spear that she removed from one of the suits of armor. And no one could have known her evil intent. No one but Will could have had the slightest hint. Not even he could stop the events that were about to unfurl....

Though all were engrossed in conversation or stories or drink, every one's attention was brought to the spear flying threw the air aimed right at King Rupert's heart. The room was silent as a crypt. All heads turned and all eye's fallowed the flight of the spear. Whether it was shock or inebriation, no one moved to stop the projectile. The king stood in shock and awe of the approaching spear. He instinctively pushed his wife clear of the incoming spear. The king was left wide open. It was going to strike the life out of him and Camelot would once again be left in ruin. A celebration ending in blood and death....

...Suddenly...

Though Merlin was still down in mystic slumber and was absent from the banquet, he had many spells within the walls that him and Arthur helped raise. Even in his magically induced sleep he detected a presence, though muddled, that he had not felt in over fifty years. It was enough to brake the spell on him and revive himself back to full strength. Deep and powerful magic, and an old malice that has never been removed from the lands of Britannia.

With a flash of red flames and blue lightning Merlin the wise appeared before the spear, in front of the king. Staff and wand in hand he threw back his cloak and with the ever slightest flick of the wand the spear vanished into the long oak wand. With another flick of the wrist the old wizard cast his wand down and the spear shot out of the wand tip into the polished stone floor, embedding it deep into the stone. The hall was still and silent. All but the heavy breaths that were collectively coming from the crowd.

Rupert walked over and helped up his queen and they both stood on either side of Merlin, who was casting his eyes and though to find the assassin. He had just about tuned to the exact spot of magical energy when his thought was broken by the voice from the back.

"You need not look for me Merlin. I will happily reveal myself so all may see the doom of Camelot born of its arrogance and sins."
A woman came from the back and all parted in her way. She was tall and fair skinned. With eyes of deep purple and hair as black as a shadow in midnight. Her movements fluid like water yet strong and firm like the earth. Her gown woven from the silk of spiders enchanted with the deepest old magic...Queen Mab's magic. Her face had a mocking for lorn look about it. As if she pitied all those she looked on. Except for Merlin and Rupert. When ever she looked their way it was nothing but the purist loathing and malevolence. She now stood in the middle of the room. All eyes were upon her like the spear she threw. She turned in a slow circle looking at every face. Every person in the room. A few, more specific, people she looked at she smiled, but it was a smile of cruelty and ominous thoughts.

When she had turned back to the king and Merlin however she held her hands at her side and held her head up high.

Merlin squinted his eyes concentrating on her. He was about to speak when the woman raised her hand to silence him. She shot the wizard a look to hold his tongue so that she may speak.
"My name is Morgana Pendragon. Daughter of Mordred Pendragon and Queen Mab of the old ways. I am the grand daughter of Arthur Pendragon by blood. I come tonight to take back what is rightfully my fathers. What is rightfully mine. The thrown of Camelot!"
She exclaimed pointing behind the king towards the thrown.

Her eyes focused on King Rupert, like a hawks on its pray.
"You, false King. Your blood is no better then your cowardly, traitor father. Your sire who forsook lord, oath, and sanctity of marriage over lust. You are nothing if not the spit in Arthur's face from Lancelot. For Arthur loved your father like a brother, and trusted to keep his castle and its people safe from all enemies. And what did he find after he returned with the grail? Your father in the same bed as his wife. Your father's betrayal forced him to banish the one woman that he loved. You are the spawn of a betrayer and a harlot! What a King of so noble blood to now sit in the same seat that Arthur sat and welcomed your father. Such is the fate of Lancelot's son. You will betray the people of Camelot and lead it to ruin before all is done in Britannia. And the deeper curse you will put will be the burden of your son and daughter. For they will now have to live with two generations of cursed men. And your legacy will forever be a shadow of ruin upon Camelot."

She looked past Merlin to Queen Marilyn. To her she said nothing. Only spat in her direction and shook her head.
She turned around to the crowd now and pointed to then in turn.
"I have seen the hope of Camelot and it is nothing short of wanting. Those of you who have come here in hopes that Camelot will be prosperous and flourish with justice have been fooled. Even if your false king falls his son will take up the thrown. And who is he? Nothing more then a child playing at prince. Ignorant even to the silent plight that falls around his ears. A weak and pitiful child who knows less about Camelot's people then he does about being king. A folly attested to by his teacher.

And of the princess Guinevere? A spoiled child with the name of her adulterous grand mother. Cursed to see the pain and suffering of Britannia's people. A child of ambition to only be crowned Queen once her father has passed on. A girl who wants nothing more then to sit and rule over you all like some goddess to be worshiped. You know nothing of the hardships of the land and of its people.

The adopted princess as well. Granddaughter of the great Sir Percival. Another spoiled child. Never done a hard days worth of work in her life. Everything given to her on silver plates and pretty bows. What kind of ruler do you think she would make? Completely incapable to lead even her own life. Still she has potential. If she were only properly trained she would make a fine ambassador or noble woman."
Morgana turned to Clara and smiled.
"Come with me and I can teach you. You will be my right hand. My lady in waiting. All your cares will be taken care of and no one will tell you what to do, or judge you for who you are. You can keep your lifestyle as you have grown accustom to. By my side."

She turned back to the crowd with her fiendish smile.

"A highlander of Tristan's blood is with us. He has made a name of himself chasing off Saxons and brigands. Ladies and gentleman I present the Young Ned of the Hill!"
She shouted looking till she found him. She cocked her head slightly and delivered him a wicked smile.

"Young highlander I have to admit you have been a thorn in the side of my father for a few years now. You also have your folly in this Camelot. Do you really think this king will aid you in your people's struggle? He has not shown any interest in you or your homeland until he seeks to only gain you as a shield to the north. A shield with no strong arm to back it. If the shield should brake and your people be devastated who would claim your lands? By right it would be the king you pledged to serve. The one who wold let you scatter and die. I however would help you. Help each other. To give you your lands with promise of never steeping on it to shed your peoples blood. Also we would help you build up a wall of arms so mighty your long fought enemies, the Saxons, would never darken your shores again.

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She looked over and saw the knights so armored and proud. They seemed to her nothing more then animated versions of the suits of armor that lined the room.
"Ah, The young strong arm of Camelot is nothing but a mockery of the old traditions and a perverted seance of honor and duty. Even your older paladins have lost touch with what knight hood use to mean.

They no longer are humble and fallow the old code. They seek those things that was lost at my grandfathers death. The Grail and the sword. Or they seek only their own advancement in the hierarchy of Camelots false rule. The old code is no longer in Camelot. Come with me and I will teach you the old code. The way the knights of old lived by. For the path you all are on will never lead to the Grail or Excalibur. Only the way Arthur fallowed will lead you back to that glory.

Your ex slaves you make as your servants. Nothing but a change of tittle. Their blind devotion to the crown will only be the doom that fallows the doom of those they serve. The ambitions of your youth will consume them. Their guidance is lacking in strength that is needed to forge a strong future. I pity the youth for being brought up so, and scorn their masters for being so weak.

Your nobles are nothing but the houses that didn't get burned down after my grandfather died. What right do you truly have to hold yourselves above anyone else? Your self loving and power hungry plots fester like moldy cheese at the bit of Camelot. Only rats you will bring and rats you shall become. Your all pigs and when your king falls the people will slaughter you."

She passed a mocking bow towards the lords and ladies of nobility and rose up to look at Maya aux Blanches Mains. At looking at her she folded her arms and bowed her head in some seance of respect.

"Young lady mage I have to hand you my complements in holding your own in the shadow and face or Merlin, who has stolen all the stories of the other wizards. Only he is known and you and your master will never be remembered. If you were to join me under the rightful rule of Camelot I would make you equal in fame and renown as Merlin. I can pass to you the most ancestral ways of magic. A power you can use to help us do much more good then Merlin ever could."

She had known of Merlin's apprentice but was saving him and his master for last.

"To the most of my pity however goes to you, the people of Camelot. They do not see that without you there would be no Camelot. You how have rebuilt it by your own hands and blood. You who were left for years without hope till this false king made you rebuild the city. This false king will lead only back to the time of hunger and despair. I do not wish for that, as my grand father didn't wish for that. I seek only a Camelot where all are fed, and have house and hearth. No one will be without that which they need to live or desires. You will be as my equal if I would be Queen as my right. Threw a friendship of lord and vassal we would make Camelot even grander then my grandfather. As he did I would raise stone and toil with you to build a true bright future of Camelot. I truly pity your future under this King, sired by those who betrayed Arthur and broke his heart. For they had also broken the heart of the people... I do pray for the best future for you, the people of Camelot."

Her voice had such sweeping sorrow and remorse it was almost like a different person was speaking. Then his attention turned back to Merlin. Her smile flashed every polished white tooth in her mouth. Her smile almost dripped with venomous hate. Slowly she walked to him. Her every movement fluid like water. Her hips moving from side to side accentuating her movements.

"And you. Merlin the Wise. You who are so wise that couldn't see my grandfathers fall. Could not stop it. Who left when the people needed you the most. You come back only when the work is done and your most dire need is gone. Now you come back to protect a King you know makes a mockery of what you built around us. Your time is over Merlin. Your time died with Arthur. Your sleep has left you ignorant to the times. Your dream has been compromised by the selfish and foolish. Whatever legacy you had dreamed for Arthur now rests within my blood. With me. I know you will never be my friend or councilor. I will always be your enemy. Even if it means making an enemy of those who heed my words and join with the rightful ruler of the land. I am sorry master Merlin that we could not even be friends."

She only turned to give a short glance at Will. Her smile faltered ever so slightly as she turned from him.

"Your apprentice is young. He is strong but even he is bound to Camelot's doom. His inexperience and young mind makes him a danger to Camelot and its people. When you die they will look to him as their wizard, sadly overlooking all others amongst them. He will fail and your name cursed for leaving them with such a pitiful excuse for a wizard. You hinder his learning by keeping him away from the old ways. By now he should be one hundred times stronger then he is if he had been taught the way you were. If you were truly invested in Camelots future you would have trained him so he may be able to light more then a candle in the wind. To your folly you have not.

Your grand architect of Camelot in idea and purpose has crumbled and is now filled with the shadows and sins of its past. What say you Merlin?"

The king stepped forward to confront the young woman but was held back by Merlin. With that the king stepped back and awaited Merlin's words.

"Child of Mordred and Queen Mab... Rightful heir to Camelot. What words you share are half truths. The future you have foreseen is but one future. Not even your mother can see all ends. However you come into the Kings hall and make to take his life and insight despair within the walls I helped raise. You are my enemy Morgana. But I am Merlin and you will not vex me!"

Merlin's voice became terrible and fierce like a thunderstorm. His eyes held the wrath of the stormy sea. His stature seemed to grow and he held his staff out to strike Morgana down with magic.

...However...

Morgana had anticipated this. No she wanted this. This was half her purpose for being here. Her eyes flashed with poisonous violet. Merlin was powerful, but still old and mortal. Morgana was young with the power of the old ways fully at her disposal.

With a flash of her arm and a flick of her fingers a small coin sized ball of light shot out of her palm and shot right into Merlin's staff. Upon contact the oak staff turned to stone and crumbled in Merlin's hand. The spell soon spread to Merlin's hand, turning it to stone.

The Queen screamed in horror and an arrow fired from the crowd towards Morgana. Morgana had already done what she was sent to do. Merlin would die and the sin's and doom of Camelot was revealed. In a cloud of purple and black smoke she vanished before the arrow made it's mark.

William cried out and ran over to his master. Merlin bade him keep away lest Will be turned to stone as well. Merlin sunk to his knees and dropped his wand. All but his neck and head were stone now. With his last breath and strength he turned to will and gave him the kind of grandfatherly smile Will had never known.
"Burn it all boy. Burn it all."
With that Merlin the Wise passed from this world to the next. A stone form at the steps of the thrown of Camelot. And around him was the people he left behind in some way touched by Morgana's words. And at his feet was his apprentice to over come with emotion to move or feel anything.

...And so the next chapter begins...

...And You are my Enemy!

[Scy Lancer]

Camelot's Dark Past

Morgana returned to her home in the north. Holms Keep. The fortress of Mordred. I was once the home of the great founding five of the old ways. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. At the last point was was a woman. A woman in physical form. Not mortal but made up of all the forces that magic flowed threw. The woman was Queen Mab.

The keep was much a part of all four elements as it was made by magic. Stone its body, water its blood, wind its breath, and fire its heart. It loomed half inside the earth and see and deep into the fire below the earth. It was all held together by the whim of Queen Mab as it was easily changed at her command. Threw out it were men, woman, and children who held closest to the old ways. They were the followers of Mordred and loyal worshipers of Mab. Devoted to their king and queen as those in Camelot.

Morgana walked the torch lit halls deep into the center of the keep. Over stone, under water, around air, and threw fire. Into the hall of Magic where her mother and father awaited her. Neither of them looked at her or said a word. This was the only place Mordred could stay alive. He had been raised by magic and grew unnaturally fast and strong. Now Mab's magic worked against that very purpose to extend his life. Mordred was crippled in battle with his father and was old now. He never moved from his chair. Only to move to his bed across from the fire in the center of the hall. Fairies, gnomes, goblins, trolls, serpents, and spiders filled the great hall. They had collected there to be safe from the world.

"Mother, Father, it is done. The seeds of Camelot's destruction that were sown have been tended and will soon flower. Merlin the Wise is now but a stone at the steps of the thrown rightfully ours."
Morgana spoke and moved to her fathers side. She was tired from the extensive of magic she used in her trip to, during, and back. The hall slowly replenished her strength though as it always had.




"You have done well daughter. You progress further then even Merlin could when I took him in as a young boy. You have let yourself be one with the Old Ways and your actions will not go unrewarded. You do me proud Morgana."
Queen Mab spoke from deeper in the hall. Tough she could not be seen her voice carried on the wind.
"And your father proud. Isn't that right my beloved Mordred?"

No answer came from her father though. Rarely one ever did unless it was an order. Mordred simply nodded his head and kept looking into the fire. Ever clutching the sword that slew his father, Arthur. Not even Mab could know or guess what went on in Mordred's mind. Maybe the killing of his father broke him. It could be that the power use to shape him had altered his mind. None truly knew why.

On a great wind came Mab into form before Morgana. Mab was beautiful for being as old as the magic of the old ways. She was also terrible and fierce to behold in her wrath. Her beauty passed on to her daughter as well as her might. Fay's and sprites flew about her ever changing her dress in material, hue, and style. It was ever colors of dark tint. Deep browns, almost black. Navy blues and deep violets. Gray's of all shades. Dark red which mixed with the hues of blue and purple.

Many a man lost hope withing her dark piercing gaze, and many more lost their lives at her whim. Only two men she could never kill. Merlin was in part her child as well. She had raised him within the Hall of Magic where they were now, and hoped for him to bring about the return of the old ways to all of Britannia. Merlin however was still mortal, and still human emotion and troubles dwelt i him. When Merlin's actual parents died he became troubled that the old ways held no after life for them. He saw that Christianity would be the future Britannia would chose.

She also could not kill Arthur. He was raised and protected by Merlin. Even Arthur had a powerful magic about him. Arthur was never given the gift to be able to use it however. Mab had tricked Arthur into laying with his half sister to produce Mordred. Merlin had Arthur, she had Mordred. Now both Arthur and Merlin were gone and her and Mordred lived. All they needed now was Camelot and the sword. They would seek the grail only to destroy the symbol of Christianity in Britannia.

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{SighingNight}
ஐName:
{Masami Nukaga}
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{27}
ஐGender:
{Female}
ஐRace:
{Boar Spirit}
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{Warrior}
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{Masami was born a normal boar spirit, she was harsh, judgmental, narrow-minded and impulsive, but always loyal to her tribe. She was a beautiful boar as she grew, majestic but a little thin for her age. She was normal.
Until one day she disobeyed her elder. There were humans with guns and bombs ready to take her kin's life and instead of rushing into battle like her elder told her too, she ran to her kin and tried to deflect bullets as they fired. Her family escaped without harm, but Masami had to run with over ten iron bullets in her hide and a bomb taking off most of her shoulder. When she escaped to her tribe she was brutally bashed for her disobedience against her elder, but they let her live aching in pain with tears staining her pelt since she had saved the life of her family.
She was an ugly sight for her people as she limped away from them and finally rested on an island in the swap waiting for the Shishi-Gami to consider giving her a second chance and the great forest spirit did when it found her, half her body in the water and blood trickling down through the grass of the island she lay on.
He removed all the bullets from her body, replaced her bombarded shoulder and cleared her of any bruises she may have had. But there was one small catch, she now had to live in human form.
Masami awoke to the sound of wolves, gorillas and boars fighting over her human body. Wolves wanted to kill her for revenge on the humans for destroying the forest. Gorillas wanted to eat her to become stronger. And the Boars... They were fighting to protect her. They smelt Masami scent and wanted to know what was going on.
The boars won out of fierce brute strength and presented her to an elder in her new form. He formally pronounced that it was -in fact- Masami and that the Shishi-Gami had helped her, they all wanted to kill her but the elder stopped them, saying this was a sign from the Forest Spirit and she could be useful.
It was not till later that day did she look at herself in the water and found herself to be human. She touched her face with these disgusting human hands and found herself smooth with no fur except for her head, which was thick, just like her fur used to be. She was beautiful now in human terms but she found herself ugly beyond belief and cried for hours by the river with her boar sister at her side. Her sister Suzu joking that she was still the same even though she was ugly now.
Masami found her new body useful though, when she got use to it, but found human habits creeping into her mind, like bathing and putting on clothes when it was cold.
Most of her tribe now hates her but accept her as their own sister, she goes into town sometimes. The first time was bad since she wore very little, but she bought a kimono that day to ease the villagers mind, even though she has now become somewhat famous and suspected to be a spirit although nothing is confirmed.
She still has the senses and powers of her brothers and sisters and acts the same although she is now a little more open minded and calmer, it infuriates her, suspecting the forest spirit altered her personality to match this body but doesn't complain anymore.
But there is one little flaw in her now, when she is in complete and utter rage she changes back to the spirit she once was, but darker and almost demon like with red eyes and a black pelt. In this form too long she started to suffer but doesn't feel it until it actually kills her and unless she can calm down and revert back to human form, she will die. She learnt that the hard way once, but that's a story for another time.}

ஐAppearance:

Masami has a large mark of darker, brown skin covering her shoulder where humans set explosives on her, seems the Shishi-Gami didn't want to erase her past and get rid of the memory of humans attacking her kin, but she is grateful she is still alive, ashamed of how ugly she thinks her human form to be although she would be beautiful to humans that did see her.

When she becomes immensely enraged she transforms into a demon of her former self, she has done this only once and wishes never to do it again, but knowing her temper and how angry she can get she doesn;t think she can avoid this form and only hopes that someone will be able to calm her down.
Her eyes glow red and her pelt of her former self is black. A demon version of her former form.
Demon Boar Form

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ஐName:
{Masami Nukaga}
ஐAge:
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ஐGender:
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ஐRace:
{Boar Spirit}
ஐRank:
{Warrior}
ஐBiography:

{Masami was born a normal boar spirit, she was harsh, judgmental, narrow-minded and impulsive, but always loyal to her tribe. She was a beautiful boar as she grew, majestic but a little thin for her age. She was normal.
Until one day she disobeyed her elder. There were humans with guns and bombs ready to take her kin's life and instead of rushing into battle like her elder told her too, she ran to her kin and tried to deflect bullets as they fired. Her family escaped without harm, but Masami had to run with over ten iron bullets in her hide and a bomb taking off most of her shoulder. When she escaped to her tribe she was brutally bashed for her disobedience against her elder, but they let her live aching in pain with tears staining her pelt since she had saved the life of her family.
She was an ugly sight for her people as she limped away from them and finally rested on an island in the swap waiting for the Shishi-Gami to consider giving her a second chance and the great forest spirit did when it found her, half her body in the water and blood trickling down through the grass of the island she lay on.
He removed all the bullets from her body, replaced her bombarded shoulder and cleared her of any bruises she may have had. But there was one small catch, she now had to live in human form.
Masami awoke to the sound of wolves, gorillas and boars fighting over her human body. Wolves wanted to kill her for revenge on the humans for destroying the forest. Gorillas wanted to eat her to become stronger. And the Boars... They were fighting to protect her. They smelt Masami scent and wanted to know what was going on.
The boars won out of fierce brute strength and presented her to an elder in her new form. He formally pronounced that it was -in fact- Masami and that the Shishi-Gami had helped her, they all wanted to kill her but the elder stopped them, saying this was a sign from the Forest Spirit and she could be useful.
It was not till later that day did she look at herself in the water and found herself to be human. She touched her face with these disgusting human hands and found herself smooth with no fur except for her head, which was thick, just like her fur used to be. She was beautiful now in human terms but she found herself ugly beyond belief and cried for hours by the river with her boar sister at her side. Her sister Suzu joking that she was still the same even though she was ugly now.
Masami found her new body useful though, when she got use to it, but found human habits creeping into her mind, like bathing and putting on clothes when it was cold.
Most of her tribe now hates her but accept her as their own sister, she goes into town sometimes. The first time was bad since she wore very little, but she bought a kimono that day to ease the villagers mind, even though she has now become somewhat famous and suspected to be a spirit although nothing is confirmed.
She still has the senses and powers of her brothers and sisters and acts the same although she is now a little more open minded and calmer, it infuriates her, suspecting the forest spirit altered her personality to match this body but doesn't complain anymore.
But there is one little flaw in her now, when she is in complete and utter rage she changes back to the spirit she once was, but darker and almost demon like with red eyes and a black pelt. In this form too long she started to suffer but doesn't feel it until it actually kills her and unless she can calm down and revert back to human form, she will die. She learnt that the hard way once, but that's a story for another time.}

ஐAppearance:

Masami has a large mark of darker, brown skin covering her shoulder where humans set explosives on her, seems the Shishi-Gami didn't want to erase her past and get rid of the memory of humans attacking her kin, but she is grateful she is still alive, ashamed of how ugly she thinks her human form to be although she would be beautiful to humans that did see her.

When she becomes immensely enraged she transforms into a demon of her former self, she has done this only once and wishes never to do it again, but knowing her temper and how angry she can get she doesn;t think she can avoid this form and only hopes that someone will be able to calm her down.
Her eyes glow red and her pelt of her former self is black. A demon version of her former form.
Demon Boar Form

[SighingNight]

мαsα|мι
成|美
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тнє вoaя spιяιт...
...тнaт вєcaмє cυяsє∂ wιтн нυмaи aи∂ ∂ємoи ғoям...
...ι иow ғєar мy aиgєr

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Honoka found everything easy in school then naturally progressed to gunin, she found her work as a gunin was easy and she worked well with her team, but she urged for a challenge and she finially got a taste of a challenge when she became a chunine, although it was better than gunin, chunine still felt unbearably easy to her and with a month she was given the rank Jounin and loves it."She is usually sent on assassination" missions and other things that require her to be vertually

invisable.Honoka found everything easy in school then naturally progressed to gunin, she found her work as a gunin was easy and she worked well with her team, but she urged for a challenge and she finially got a taste of a challenge when she became a chunine, although it was better than gunin, easy to her and with a month she was given the rank Jounin and loves it.chunine still felt unbearably She is usually sent on assassination missions and other things that require her to be vertually invisable.

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... an∂ нaтє мy ғorм...
... ι was oncє a мajєsтιc вoar...
... aи∂ иow ι'м тнιs

[SighingNight]

Sacнιкo Oonιsнι

Meםιcaℓ Exρєят

Tнaт Aρρєareם From Tнe Sea

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Avikita Evadne was a beautiful girl from the start and enjoyed life to the full even as a little girl, picking flowers and loving the smile on her mothers face when she gave them to her.As she became a teen her interests grew to more than flowers, her studies were always held 'important but during rough' times with the War and the 'Black ChessPieces' her father grew worried.
Avikita Evadne was a beautifut and enjoyed life to the full even as a little girl, picking flowers and loving the smile on her mothers face when she gave them to her.As she became a teen her interests grew to more than ies were always held 'important but during rough' times with the War and the 'Black ChessPieces' her father grew worried
Avikita Evadne was a beautiful girl from the start and enjoyed life to the full even as a little girl, picking flowers and loving the smile on her mothers face when she gave them to her.As she became a teen her interests grew to more than flowers, her studies were always held 'important but during rough' times with the War and the 'Black ChessPieces' her father grew worried

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And Now Lives Next To A Sakura Tree

[CresentMoon14]

✗UserName:
CresentMoon14
✗Name:
Ryuunosuke 龍之介$, Yanaihara 矢内原
✗Age:
30
✗Gender:
Male
✗Job:
Hunter
✗Biography:
Ryuunosuke was 5th born of his family, the Yanaihara were known for their extordinary hunters and Ryuu (His nickname) was no exception, He graduated from his family training with honours and distinctions and was soon sent out on missions that his brothers wouldn't be sent on until years after. His skill progressed, but he wasn't the samurai or hunter that anyone would expect.
He was daring, reckless, rude and half a dozen other things that you wouldn't think someone of his stature and teaching would be.
He was recently sent away from his family mansion, shunned for his behaviour and could only comeback when he has something to accomodate for the noble reputation he ruined with one of his last missions.
✗Weapons:
Katana-Rifle
✗Appearance:





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✗UserName:
CresentMoon14
✗Name:
Etsuko 悦子, Fujiwara 藤原
✗Age:
25
✗Gender:
Female
✗Job:
Waitress/Woman
✗Biography:
Etsuko is simply a Iron town girl that was born and has been here ever since she can remember. She knows everyone in town and can pick out an unfamiliar face in an instant and is usually one of the first in the town to hear about any and all gossip.
Her mother and father think she is an angel, a god sent, but others would know about how cheeky and bad she can be, although she doesn't display it too much. When determand or angry she will do whatever she wants, no matter what anyone says or thinks of her and think about the consicuences later.
She's the waitress of a bar and does small errens for people usually.
✗Weapons:
Has none, no ones coming after me... are they?
✗Appearance:

[CresentMoon14]

Etsuko Fujiwara
悦子 藤原

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Etsuko is simply a Iron town girl that was born and has been here ever since she can remember. She knows everyone in town and can pick out an unfamiliar face in an instant "and is usually one of the first in the town to hear"about any and all gossip.Her mother and father think she is an angel, a god sent, but others would know about how cheeky and bad she can be, although she doesn't display it too much. When determand or angry she will do whatever she wants, no matter what anyone says or thinks of her and think about the consicuences later.
She's the waitress of a bar and does small errens for people usually.

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[CresentMoon14]

RYUUNOSUKE YANAIHARA
龍之介 矢内原
A HUNTER TAUGHT
TO BE A SAMURAI.
WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT?

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✗HEED MY WORDS✗

Ryuunosuke was 5th born of his family, the Yanaihara were known for their extordinary hunters and Ryuu (His nickname) was no exception, He graduated from his family training with honours and distinctions and was soon sent out on missions that his brothers wouldn't be sent on until years after. His skill progressed, but he wasn't the samurai or hunter that anyone would expect.Ryuunosuke was 5th born of his family, the Yanaihara were known for their extordinary hunters and Ryuu (His nickname) was no exception, He graduated from his family training with honours and distinctions and was soon sent out on missions that his brothers wouldn't be sent on until years after. His skill progressed, but he wasn't the samurai or hunter that anyone would expect.
Ryuunosuke was 5th born of his family, the Yanaihara were known for their extordinary hunters and Ryuu (His nickname) was no exception, He graduated from his family training with honours and distinctions and was soon sent out on missions that his brothers wouldn't be sent on until years after. His skill progressed, but he wasn't the samurai or hunter that anyone would expect.
Ryuunosuke was 5th born of his family, the Yanaihara were known for their extordinary hunters and Ryuu (His nickname) was no exception, He graduated from his family training with honours and distinctions and was soon sent out on missions that his brothers wouldn't be sent on until years after. His skill progressed, but he wasn't the samurai or hunter that anyone would expect.

✗AND I MIGHT LET YOU LIVE✗

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