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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:42 pm
For those of you who want to go ahead and make your profiles this is the format I'd like. I'd like a semi detailed description so I'm going to be asking for a bit of information. sweatdrop [b]Name:[/b]
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If you're group requests an additional post to help maintain the organization of characters, I ask that you post here first. If not then you only need to post here and then you're good to RP.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 3:15 am
Name: Arrea Delano
Age: Her actual age is hard to determine, she eventually lost count. It’s roughly around 5055.
Gender: Female
Species: Mythical Vampira
Height: 5'8'’
Weight: 140
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Arrea tends to stay quiet and listen to those around her. Being a leader she believes that you should pay attention to the voices and opinions of others. Especially since those she lives with are close friends of hers and trusted advisers. Her friends sometimes have hot headed attitudes and she never fails to calm them, mostly with snapping at them and calling them fools. Since she stays quiet her words are considered gems. Being in such high position of power gives her voice power as well but even more than other leaders. If one ever sees Arrea out of debates with the Circle and the other species leaders they will find she is more laid back than people give her credit for. Arrea is happy, she enjoys life, though she doesn’t show it. She believes emotions are useless you are unable to control them so she is often misunderstood.
Elements: Arrea and the Circle had foolishly dove into the world of the Dark Arts and each of them were given special abilities that no one else has. She feels like each ability comes with a hidden curse and that it’s impossible to find out what that curse is until it’s too late. No one has shown any signs of a “curse” yet. She feels it’s coming soon and she’ll probably be the first. Other than the Dark Arts, she has the ability to manipulate shadow and fire to do her bidding. She is able to do pretty much anything she likes with the elements and those powers are enhanced due to the Dark Arts beautiful gift. Through the power of the Dark Arts she is able to manipulate and alter souls, she can damage individuals on a spiritual level.
Weapons Arrea uses a claymore, not just any claymore though. Arrea has been with this weapon since her before the vampire Covenant and since before the Circle itself. She lived a life all her own before she was forced to seek the safety of a Covenant, the weapon and a few other treasures are the only keys that remind her of that life. The Claymore was forged for her in a land that isn’t of this world. The Claymore has also been enchanted with the power of the Dark Arts through a spell that Arrea cast upon it. The Claymore can never be broken and the ruby jewel that is melted into the hilt contains the souls of all of those she has slain. She does this by delivering a fatal wound and as the victim dies she asked them if they are ready to die. If they aren’t ready to pass on to the afterlife she proposes her deal. Their soul will remain with her until she passes on and it gives them the illusion they are in paradise. So they know they will be in the perfect life and not wonder if they go to hell or heaven. Arrea also has a few other weapons that she uses when she doesn’t feel like using her Claymore.
Claymore
Claymore
Dagger
Occupation: Leader of the Vampires, spell caster, warrior.
Abilities/Powers: Arrea’s abilities are those of a Vampire. Increased strength and speed, also a major increase in all the 5 senses. Arrea’s abilities are also stronger than normal Vampires because of the Dark Arts. Arrea’s powers are unlimited, she sold her soul and in return she was given that perk. She is fearful that the perk will have a dire consequence, though she isn’t sure what. The abilities she mastered herself are increased. Arrea has mastered the elements of shadow and fire and can wield them to do whatever she desires.
Bio: In the history of the Earth and other galaxies scattered across the universes there is a legend that has never been proven to be accurate or to be wrong. The legend says that every planet is linked onto one stream of energy that it must share with two other planets on separate plans of existence. The world we know...Earth, is one of three others. The other two are Ashling and Jolon. Arrea presently lives on Earth but she didn’t always live here. Arrea comes from another world, she comes from Ashling. Ashling is a world nothing like Earth. Ashling is the land that is populated by dragons, phoenixes, multi-tailed foxes, and fairies. In the world of Ashling the land is divided into 4 separate parts. Northern Lands, Southern Lands, Western Lands, and Eastern Lands. Each land is appointed a leader based on a system of ancient placement. Arrea was born in the Southern Lands. She was abandoned at a young age, left in a basket close to some fairy fields.
The fairies kept her until they were able to find a family that wanted a child but couldn’t have one. A family such as this would be sure to treasure her. The fairies took a liking to Arrea and all throughout her life it wasn’t uncommon to see a bright light or a captivating light appear next to her and quickly disappear. The fairies eventually trusted a newly wed couple with her. The couple was named Rose and Craven. Rose was unable to give birth to any children, they had been trying for almost a year now and Rose wished for a child desperately. The fairies fluttered into Rose’s and Craven’s home one night and placed Arrea in a bundled of clothes made of fairy silk gently on the bed. Fairy silk is the softest fabric in the world of Ashling and a rare and unique thing to own. Rose awoke when she heard a child crying and was shocked. She assumed it to be a gift from the Gods and became a faithful follower after that.
Arrea grew up with a different taste then most females. While all the other girls were working in the gardens and cleaning house, or taking care of children she was deep in the woods practicing to wield a self-made sword. The sword was light and whittled from a thick stick. It was a large claymore, similar to the ones she had seen the Knights of the Southern Lands use. She was determined to learn how to use one. She practice until sun down and collapsed into a coma at night when she returned home. Rose would scold her and tell her to act more lady like, but Arrea simply just couldn’t stop. She would watch the Knights and study their different fighting styles and memorize them, then practice them later.
Shortly after Arrea turned 17 years old she watched a new Knight use an entirely different method of fighting then she had ever seen before. She was going to go practice it but Rose made her come inside and help with the house work. She worked until night and was sent to bed after she had supper. Arrea couldn’t wait to practice the technique so she grabbed her sword and snuck out to the woods and began to try it. A dark stranger appeared behind her and surprised her, she dropped the sword and jerked around. This was when she learned her first lesson, never drop your weapon.
The stranger pushed her hard into the nearest tree, tears formed in her eyes. She felt sharp pains in her shoulders and cried out, trying to push away. Blood oozed from her flesh and stained her shirt. She screamed out but it felt like she was fighting a brick wall. The stranger moved one hand and pressed it against her mouth. “Open your eyes,” the stranger’s voice was dark and cold, it awakened every fear she had been sheltered from all her life. Arrea sobbed and shook her head, the stranger squeezed her shoulder, causing more blood to gush out. “Open your eyes now.” Arrea whimpered and slowly forced her eyelids open. She was greeted by a pair of demonic red eyes, overflowing with hatred, lust, and death. The stranger smiled, fangs gleamed in the moonlight. “Hello there...young lady. What are you doing out so late at night?” He chuckled as he brought his mouth to her face and slowly licked from her neck to her cheek. “You taste divine my dear and I’m sure something else will taste just as heavenly as your flesh.” The stranger threw her over his shoulder and darted off, running at a pace Arrea had never seen any human run before. She kicked and screamed, she tried to fight off the man. “No, please stop!” She cried and begged but the stranger didn’t care.
Arrea suddenly felt herself jerk to a halt, had the stranger felt pity? Was he going to show mercy? She heard voices and was suddenly pulled in front of the strangers body. His arm wrapped around her neck, as if to snap it, she tried to pull away as she felt his member press against her...it sickened her. She was met with pain as he tightened his grip. She finally noticed that there was another man before them. Arrea smiled maybe he would help her! She called out to him, “Please help me! Please!” The stranger twisted her neck some and she gasped, “Be quiet scum.”
The man that had appeared was donned in a snow white coat, his face covered by the hood and shadows yet his voice was that of a savior to her. “It’s such a nice night, on a night like this I crave blood..” The vampire shook with fear, “Please don’t kill me. If you try and kill me you’ll kill the girl too. How can you sleep at night knowing you killed an innocent and you’re of noble birth?” The “masked” man peered directly into Arrea’s eyes. He gazed right through the fear and animosity and asked, “Will you trust me?” Arrea slowly nodded her head, “Yes.” Suddenly she felt everything just melt away from her. The man drew his sword, the blade shimmered in the moonlight, the cloak outlined in silver as he rushed forward and ran her threw. The blade went through her heart...she felt no pain and all she saw was the hooded man’s eyes, deep crimson pools that she could lose herself in. The steel went through her entire chest and directly into the stranger behind her. The stranger coughed up blood and slowly died. The hooded man jerked his weapon from her chest and before she could fall he scooped her up in one of his arms and carefully sank his fangs into her neck. There was no pain...only pleasure. She gripped the material of his coat in between her fingers and gasped and moaned. The man released her after he had his fill and enough to change her. Arrea fell to the ground and just laid there on her back gazing up into his eyes. The man bent down over her and whispered into her ear, “This is the part where they usually close their eyes.” Arrea then closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Arrea awoke, the sounds of birds chirping in her ears. They seemed louder this morning and it really annoyed her. She slowly inched up and stretched her arms, she released a yawn from her lips. She noticed she was in a cave...this wasn’t her house or her bed. She stood up and searched the save, thinking of it as an adventure. After she had seen all she had wanted to see she was tired and wanted to just go home. Arrea stepped out of the cave and was instantly hit with a horrible pain. She ran back into the cave and screamed. Her flesh felt like it was boiling and searing with pain, like fire was devouring her skin. She cried and screamed, curled into a fetal position as tears ran down her face. She sobbed hysterically for the rest of the day until she fell asleep.
Arrea’s eyes fluttered open as the birds singing woke her. Her whole body felt numb...she tried to move but groaned as a new wave of pain pounded into her. This was horrible she hadn’t felt any kind of anguish close to this in her entire life. She remained deathly still until the pain subsided and attempted to move again. She cried out but forced herself to sit up, her back against the cave. At least it was cool, the air cold and the cave wall sent icy chills through out her entire body. Arrea closed her eyes once she managed to get comfortable...as comfortable as possible in her state. She sighed...what had caused this? She had heard of stories...of creatures of the night that her mother had warned her off many times. Vampires and Lycans, they both feasted on human flesh and blood. Was that what those men were? Were they Vampires? It only made sense...Vampires were sensitive to sunlight and he had bitten her. She had to be a Vampire now. Arrea came to this sad realization, tears trailed down her face. She could never go back home now but at least she was alive.
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After about a week she began to heal. She dug the new fingernails she had grown into her flesh and ripped off the top layer of skin. She tossed it to the other side of the cave and repeated the process with all the areas that had been burned. She was starving, not for food or for water but for something else. She was starving to feast...for blood. She knew she would develop a sensation to drink but not something this strong. She would have to wait until night time and she would force herself to find a rabbit or something to eat. Arrea glanced at her arm, the new skin was smooth and pale. She could hear the blood rushing through her veins, the warmth inside the vessels. She brought her wrist to her mouth and couldn’t help herself...she bit into her flesh and drank her own blood.
Night had fallen over the lands and she was ready to move after a week of being still and silent. Arrea left the cave and stood in the moonlight, she let herself bath in the silver water. She remembered the stranger...how quickly he moved underneath the snowy orb in the sky. She wondered what had become of him? She decided she would wonder later, she needed blood. Arrea had no idea how to hunt or how to be a Vampire for that matter. She guessed maybe she should sit still and wait for a rabbit. She walked a few yards away from the cave, taking time to memorize her surroundings. Once she was far enough she let herself fall on the ground, she sat crossed legged silently, hardly breathing. About 15 minutes of sitting there and a rabbit appeared near her. She watched it out of the corner of her eyes and waited for a moment. The rabbit perked it’s ears up and began to nibble at the grass. Arrea lunged without warning and grabbed the prey in her hands. It tried to run away, clawing and biting at her hands but the pain was minimal to the burns she had suffered earlier. She bared her fangs and was about to sink her teeth into the defenseless animal but hesitated. What was she doing? She couldn’t hurt this poor creature. She sighed and released the squirming mass of fur from her grasp. It hurriedly darted away from her, away from the walking death she had become.
Arrea quickly stood to her feet as she felt the presence of someone. How was this possible? She could feel their emotions, curious and puzzled. She knew exactly where they were but how? She trusted her feelings and followed the imaginary trail that fluttered through the air. She halted completely, there was a man...she wanted to stay hidden from him. She quickly rushed behind a tree and watched him. He was wandering through the forest, he walked by her and glanced over in her direction. She made a quiet gasp and hid herself completely behind the large oak. The man smirked, she didn’t see it...somehow she just knew he had. He continued forward and once he was a good distance ahead, Arrea came out of her hiding place and followed. He made his way to her cave...that was odd. She remained outside, hidden from view. She thought she was being sneaky and that he couldn’t see her but he turned and gazed directly at her, right into her eyes. She felt the same thing as she had that day, he seemed to be looking through the fear and animosity and directly into her very own soul. “Come out now.” Arrea kept still, she was too frightened to move. The man tapped his foot a few times and then was gone, he had just vanished. Within a few seconds he was right in front of her, a hair’s breath from her face. “I told you to come out.” He grabbed her wrists and snatched her up to her feet. Arrea snarled, “Who the hell do you think you are?” She slung her hand at his face, wanting to slap everything he was out of him. He stepped back and slashed outward with his own claws, ripping her shirt off. “Too slow.” Arrea hugged herself, hiding her breasts. “What the ******** is wrong with you?” The man rushed forward and ripped off her skirt in one swift motion then gripped her neck, his claws slicing into her skin. “If you can’t fight and win then don’t bother. I’ll show you what they would do the a woman if they captured her.” He slammed her hard into the ground and crushed his lips against hers. His weight pressing against her, she tried to fight back. His hands roamed her body, searching and exploring. She gasped and moaned as he found what he sought. He was excited even more as she tried to squirm away from underneath him. He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants and her eyes went wide. He raped her, taking her innocence, and thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
Arrea just laid there, crying quietly to herself because she knew no one else cared. The man brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “This is the part where they usually close their eyes.” He stood and began fixing his outfit. She stopped her sobbing and shot to her feet. “You, you were the one who saved me! I thought you were a hero, how could you do that to me? How could you just rape me like that?” The man turned to look at her and ran his gaze along her body, then he smirked. Arrea blushed and looked away. “You may call me Kian.” He tossed her his coat, “And better me than a mongrel or a filthy human.” Arrea donned the coat and just glared at him because he was right. “We’re going to start your training, since I’m your sir Vampire you’re my responsibility. Every time you mess up you will be punished.”
“No! You’re doing it wrong. Are you that incompetent?” Kian shouted at Arrea for messing up once again. They had been training for a few weeks now and she was still having trouble fighting right. “This isn’t something you are incapable of doing so just do it.” Arrea shot him a glare, “This isn’t that easy! I’m just a 17 year old girl with no fighting experience at all,” she yelled back. “Is that going to be your excuse for everything? You’re enemy won’t care that you’re a girl or how old you are. They’ll just care that you are a Vampire and you need to die.” Kian was furious with her, she could tell. She was trying as hard as she could though. “I’m leaving, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” He turned and walked away from the cave to go simmer down and think. Arrea loosened her grip on her sword and let the tip fall to the ground. She gazed down at the earth, she was worthless. Arrea moved to a tree and collapsed, she leaned back against it and relaxed. It was nice to have a break though. She closed her eyes and listened to the soft, sweet sound of nature...she eventually fell asleep.
“Wake up. We’re leaving.” Kian shook her gently. “I have been called back to my home so we’re going. Get ready.” Arrea quickly got to her feet, she didn’t own anything she wished to take except for the sword Kian had given her. The sword really was beautiful. The blade was pure crimson with Japanese writing near the hilt in jet black. She treasured this weapon with her heart. “You’re just standing there. Are you ready to leave?” Arrea nodded, “Yes. There’s nothing to bring with me.” Kian moved to her, “Turn around.” Arrea did as he asked, “Why, what are you doing?” Kian just smiled, “I’m going to enjoy this.” He buried his claws into the muscle and skin of her back, Arrea was about to scream but he covered her mouth with his hand. “Shhh,” he whispered. Once he felt his fingertips touch what he was looking for he gripped it and jerked it out of her back. Pieces of flesh hit the dirt and blood splattered on his face. Arrea fell to her knees, hugging herself. She doubled over, her forehead pressing against the earth as she screamed in agony. One large black wing jutted out of the left side of her back, it dripped wet with blood, small drops pooled in the grass. Kian felt pity for her, this was the first time she had felt it from him. “It will be over in a minute.” He moved his hand to the right side of her back and repeated the process. He ripped out another wing, it was soaked and stained red. Arrea screamed, howling from the agony. She dug her nails into her forearms, blood trickling out of her wounds and down her fingers.
Kian crossed his arms, he seemed to be acting impatient but Arrea knew otherwise. He was carefully watching her, understood her pain, and it was obvious he hadn’t intended on doing this so early. Arrea’s breathing calmed and began to shift to a steady pace. Her heart beat gentle slowed and began to stabilize. She stumbled to her feet, her body still shivering and the pores of her body dripping with sweat. Kian examined her physical and mental state as his gaze trailed up and down her body and he used the connection to pry into her mind. She seemed to be fine. “Try them out. It’s the only way you can get used to them.” Arrea slowly let her arms fall to her side, she hung her head low unable to look at Kian. The onyx black wings flapped, the air gushing up, causing Arrea’s dark, red hair to fly toward the heavens. The wings were rather large, the leather like material still harboring a bit of sin, they were small enough to ensure she would still be able to remain agile and quick. Each tip of the wing had a claw-like object protruding outward from it, the color pale as death. Arrea finally managed to raise her stare and peer at Kian, she didn’t say a word but it was enough in her mind. Kian came to her side and allowed his own wings to shoot out from his shoulders, he caressed the air gentle allowing them to dry. He quickly demonstrated how to use them until he was sure she would be able to follow him. Kian completely outstretched his entire wing span, shadows towered over Arrea and she could only stare in awe. He waved his wings, the dirt beneath him retreated as he pushed off the ground. “Follow me.” Arrea did as she had been shown and after a few fumbles was in the air and flying behind him.
Arrea had never even heard of Covenants...she didn’t even believe Vampires existed until a few months ago. She remained close to Kian, embracing one of his arms tightly trying to find some way to feel safe and secure. He lead her to a gateway, guards asked for his identity. Once they were informed by him the huge double doors opened, massive waves of candle light poured out into the night sky as they entered the castle. From the sky Arrea had seen the castle with the help of Kian, it was huge yet hidden by the rims and hills of the mountainous region. If she hadn’t had his help she wouldn’t have been able to find it, even in the broad day light. She was beginning to miss that felling, the sun on her skin...how soft it was on her skin. Kian had threatened her before landing at the gateway. He told her if she told another soul of this place’s location he would rip out her throat himself and feed her innards to the mutts his family kept as pets.
Several men rushed to greet Kian as he ventured further into the structure. They glanced over Arrea and held a puzzled look upon their faces and then completely ignored her. “Lord Kian. We have members of the Covenant who have broken the laws.” Kian stood there with mock interest, “So what exactly have they done? Give me a proficient reason for honoring this place with my presence.” The men were nervous, perhaps afraid the reason wouldn’t be suitable. “There were a group of Vampires that were having meetings with a female human. The Vampires were providing the human with their blood in return for having her bring human males to them. The laws state that Vampires are not to share blood and as the eldest son of this household we thought it fit to request you here to call judgment.” Kian was angry, his face didn’t show it but his mind screamed it. “Show me to the heretics. They know the punishment for the crime. The men bowed, “Please my Lord, follow us.”
The group lead them down a series of dark hallways, the candle light was dim and housed the environment with a gentle glow, giving it a foreboding atmosphere. The men finally stopped at a steel door, bolts kept several layers of metal together. The door looked unbreakable. “Here, the dungeon entrance my Lord.” Kian nodded his head toward them, one of the men reached out and gripped the door handle. His hands looked worn and callused underneath the soft arm of the robe. The door opened and Kian entered, the men stayed behind and closed the entrance off to the world inside. Arrea gazed around the room, it was pitch black except for a few candles in the corners. There was a pit of spikes in the center of the room and skeletons impaled on the razor sharp objects. Various other methods of torture were scatted about, the one that Arrea feared the most was the Iron Maiden. She heard a groan coming from someone but it was almost impossible for her to see. Kian snatched his arm away from her and walked into the darkness. She quietly and timidly trailed behind him, afraid to be left alone. Kian halted suddenly in front of a group of beaten Vampires. Only one of the group seemed to have any kind of strength left, strength to live. “Please my Lord. Please Lord Kian forgive us. Please don’t burn us!” He pleaded on his hands and knees, nose to the blood and soiled stained floor. “If you’re going to kill us do it by the spikes or another method! Please don’t burn us.” Kian frowned at the Vampire. “You...are...pathetic. You don’t deserve to be at my feet, you don’t deserve to live.” The Vampire began to cry, “Please Lord Kian. Show mercy to your kin, to your blood.” Kian snarled, baring his fangs. “You are no kin of mine! You aren’t even Vampires. You are below those mongrels in my eyes. Don’t grovel to me.” He lashed out with his claws tearing a patch of flesh from the Vampire’s face. He turned to leave, storming out with the Vampire’s screaming ringing in his ears. The hooded men sensed it was him and opened the door for him, they knew it had not gone well so they were silent and bowed their heads as he left the dungeon. “Bring them to the court room,” Kian murmured in a voice so low it was almost impossible to hear.
The Vampires were charged with treason and sentenced to the worst death possible for a Vampire.
Each Vampire was taken one by one, the leader being the first one, and tied to a pole in the center of a stone room. Arrea wasn’t sure what one would call this room. As soon as she walked in she could feel the death, the pain and torture that housed the very structure of the bricks. A small opening above the room grinded open as a few grunts pulled the handle to a levier system. As the mouth of the opening disappeared into the building, rays of sunlight splashed down upon the Vampires. They screamed and begged for the pain to stop. Reached out as far as their chained hands would able them and gazed into the eyes of every person in the room. As they all died it seemed a cursed was placed on all those who bared witness to their death. Sometimes Arrea still blames bad fortune in her life upon them, the spell. She remembers Kian’s words well, she never forgot them, nor will she ever. “If you betray me, I’ll watch you burn upon the pike.”
Afterwards the group of masked Vampires lead Kian to the room with the woman who had been caught bargaining with the deceased. She was stripped of all her clothing, daggers held her against the wall in her wrist and ankles. Blood stained the floor in four neat puddles, her reflection cast into them. The reflection revealed how terrified and alone she was, how much she wanted to plea for mercy. Kian didn’t bother to listen to any of her excuses, Arrea found it odd how there were none to being with. Kian moved so that he was before her, he gazed into her eyes...similar to the way he had done to Arrea that night. She bared his fangs and hissed, his breathe hot upon the woman’s flesh, it caused to the blood to quicken and warm more, the skin turning red. He slowly and agonizingly let his fangs taste the wonderful nectar underneath that red flesh. The woman had been so pleased with pain that she found this enjoyable. She moan and cried out with pleasure, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Arrea gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth to suppress the sound she wanted to make. As the woman began to die underneath the powerful force of his body she moaned louder. Sweat bedded Arrea’s brow, she found it completely irresistible. After not feeding for so long and seeing this now, it was just too much. She nibbled into her own wrist and drank.
It had been almost 500 years now. Kian had taught her how to live as a Vampire and how to fight. She was an excellent warrior now or so she thought. Arrea’s long red hair was now cut short, in an boyish sort of style. Her breasts were pressed against her chest with a large leather strap, she seemed to be almost flat-chested, unless you looked at her from the right angle. Her clothes weren’t tight or revealing, they were baggy and dirty. A sword was tied carefully to her hip and she held onto the hilt loosely, just letting her palm rest there. A small scarlet dragon was perched on her right shoulder. It nuzzled her cheek with care and affection. She had been given the dragon by a stranger cloaked in red and gold. He told her it was free, he felt that it belong to her. Of course at the time it was simply an egg but it had hatched about 5 months ago and was growing slower than it should be.
Arrea was going to try and become a knight of the southern land. Since she was a woman they thought she was incapable of fighting but she would show them. Even if she had her Vampyric abilities to help her....they just didn’t count. She was making her way up the halls of the castle now and in a matter of seconds she would be inside the King’s chamber.
The guards saw her and nodded, opening the doors for her and allowed her to enter. Arrea slowly and wearily entered the room. The King rested in a gigantic, golden thrown. His crown glittered and glistened with every type of gem one could imagine. He noticed her enter and perked up a bit, “Why hello there. You must be the gentleman who wishes to be among the knights. Which is a highly honored position among my ranks. What did you say you’re name was?” Arrea bowed low, hanging her head to honor him, her arms close to her sides. “My name, Sir is Arngrim.” The king seemed curious, “That’s an odd name for a fellow these days. Oh well, I must think of a way to test your abilities.”
A dark figure stepped out of the shadows, his body robed in a pale white robe that shrouded his face. Arrea rose slowly from her bow and her eyes widened. It was Kian. What was he doing here? “My dear Sire, why not send in your personal guards. All of them. This man, Arngrim seems to be very skilled. If he lives and kills all of your men then allow him to join your ranks of the nobles and if not..well, we’ll just feeds his innards to the hounds.” Arrea held in a sigh, ya...that was Kian alright. The King was pleased, “Very good idea.” He clapped his hands and the doors slung open and several men filed into the room. The king pointed at her, “Kill this man immediately.”
She growled, Kian would pay for this later. What the hell was he doing here anyway? Arrea quickly drew her sword and tapped her right foot against the stone earth 5 times. The guards all charged, battle cries rang out in the air and the rattling of chain mail echoed through the halls. Arrea began almost invisible to everyone in the room...except Kian. There were ten clangs of metal, the battle cries shifted to screams of death and the chain mail clattered to the floor, blood pooling from every single man’s heart. Arrea had broken through their armor with one swing each and stabbed them in the heart with her claws. Blood dripped from the steel of her sword and her fingers wrapped around a still beating heart. She turned and peered into Kian’s eyes, she hoped he could feel her hatred for him, just searing him like sunlight. The King rose out of his seat, “What manner of beast are you?” Arrea sneered towards him, eyes still on Kian. “Why Sir...I am a Vampire.” The King collapsed back in his chair, his hand over his own heart as he cowered at the sight of her. “You...you...you’re incredible. You really wish to be a knight for me?”
And so a secret deal was made with the King. Arrea would be a knight of the southern land as long as no one found out she was a Vampire. Her dream had been realized. Her dragon eventually grew to an abnormally small size for it’s kind but Arrea still loved it. She rode it and fought by it’s side during battles and was the King’s secret weapon once the sun went down. Everything she had ever wanted was being realized...until one night she dreamed.
...The Vampires on the pikes, burning. The flesh on their face peeling away and turning to ash. Their eyes boiling in their sockets. Blood boiling underneath their skin and bursting. It was something a 17 year old should have never seen, yet it kept her in line. She obeyed every single command given to her after that...
She awoke, the moon high in the sky. Arrea jumped out of bed and rushed out of her room. She felt something was wrong, she heard screaming and shouting...but that wasn’t what she was worried about...it was Kian. Something was happening with Kian. Arrea’s heart pounded and her feet hit the floor, making quiet thumping noises, as she ran for the throne room. The door’s were off their hinges, thrown over to the side. She darted into the room without caring for a summon. Kian was fighting off wave upon wave of guards. Every single solider that the king commanded was here defending him and trying to kill Kian. Kian was wounded in one shoulder but seemed completely unharmed and unphased. The King rejoiced once he saw Arrea. “Arngrim, fight this man off. He has betrayed your king and is going to be banished from the land of Ashling forever!” Arrea just couldn’t make herself move...she just stood there. Kian snarled and fought the men. “Do as your king orders you Arngrim or I’ll banish you along with him!” Arrea hesitated but only for a moment. She had to do as her king order even if it meant fighting Kian, her Sire Vampire. Arrea tapped her foot against the ground 10 times but it wasn’t probably near as fast as Kian would be. She heard wizards chanting spells in the background, a blinding light filling the room as she rushed forward, drawing her sword. A portal...the king was serious.
Arrea slashed her sword, a streak of crimson and steel as it sliced through air and with a deafening clang met Kian’s sword. Kian pushed forward, making her lose balance. She stumbled backwards, his blade cutting her cheek and hair. He was serious too. What had happened here? Arrea and Kian fought for what seemed like hours, her and his body draining of energy. Their swords met flesh and each other until finally Arrea had Kian where she had been wanting him. His back was inches from the portal. He realized that it was over, she would push him into the pillar of light that was licking the shirt on his back. The two paused and gazed into each others eyes for just an instant and time seemed to stop. Kian took his finger and placed it on her chin and asked her, “Will you trust me?” Arrea simply nodded. He crushed their lips together in a moment shattering kiss. His tongue exploring her mouth and hers searching his. His hand brushed against her cheek as he fell backwards himself into the portal. Arrea slowly opened her eyes as he fell, her hand reached outward to catch him...but he vanished as her hand brushed against his. The dimension of light vanished shortly after as well.
The King walked down from his thrown over to the tired and wounded Arrea. “Well done, if it hadn’t been for you that traitor would have killed us all and me as well. You showed my your loyalty tonight and that I will never forget.” He said as he touched her shoulder and hugged her. The king stopped singing her praises and drew back, still holding her shoulders. He gazed down at her chest...she wasn’t wearing the leather strap. “A woman....?” The room was silent...after a few minutes the King shouted. “A woman! She has deceived us all! Take her and throw her in the dungeon, she will be banished along with her friend!”
Arrea was too distraught to try and defend herself. She allowed them to cart her off to the dungeon and beat her senseless. During her time there her dragon was slain. She was raped multiple times by various guards and prisoners and just left there broken. She couldn’t believe what she had done...to Kian. After a few months a few guards picked her up and brought her to the thrown room. Her arms were bound behind her as she was brought down rows and rows of men. The men snatched out for her and threw various things at her and called her vulgar names. She was placed in front of a pillar of light similar to the one Kian was thrown into, just a different color. The King smirked down upon her shameful, naked and defiled form. “For your act of treason upon me, your King...who you swore service to, I hereby banish you. I will not be banishing you to the same world your friend Kian went to, I would not reward someone of your level such an honor...I have decided to banish you to the realm of the dead. Jolon.” Arrea could have cared less, she didn’t deserve to see Kian anyway. If he saw her he’d probably kill her, that’s what she deserved what she was getting now. The King saw how ineffective this was. “Do you have nothing to say? Are you not going to grovel and beg?” Arrea looked away and whispered, “Not to someone of your level.” The King roared with furry, “Throw her in!” A guard stepped up and a large steel mallet and swung. It collided with her face, breaking bones, as she fell into unconsciousness and plummeted into the unknown.
Arrea awoke days later, her face smeared with dry blood. She had healed completely, thank god she hadn’t felt any of it. She slowly stood, trying to balance herself with her bound hands. There was no light at all, it was pitch black and a white mist lingered knee level above the ground. There seemed to be no one...no one at all. Arrea stayed here....for years.
Arrea had gone mentally inside, rocking back and forth to try and comfort herself. She saw images of Kian and clawed at them until they went away. His voice rang out in the darkness. “If you betray me that’s what I’ll do to you.” The ropes had worn away by now. She was starving and thirsty but unable to die, calling out for help constantly but received none. She laid in a naked mess on the ground, starving for blood. She bit into her own arm and pulled away flesh to lick away the blood. She cried and cried but found no comfort until one day she cried out. “Help me someone! Please anyone! I’d sell my soul to the devil to leave this place! Please someone have mercy! Please! Someone just kill me!!”
An man appeared before her, the first man she had seen in years. It wasn’t Kian but the devil in human form. “Hello there child.” Arrea perked her head up, “Help me please! Please I beg you!” She crawled over to him and gripped his pants with her claws. “Please, please.” She sobbed and cried. The devil smiled down at her. “Fear not child, I will help you. Just give me your soul.” Arrea nodded, “Anything, anything at all! Just please help me!” The devil glanced around, “Well it seems helping you obtain your sanity and all you loved is worth more than your soul.” Arrea became silent..... “What are you going to do for me my dear Arrea?” Arrea rose to her feet, “I’ll give you more souls, I’ll do anything you want!” The devil smiled, “Very well then.”
The devil removed his clothes and slept with her. They made love and she felt her sanity coming back, her memories, herself. After the devil finished having his way with her he stood and began to recite their deal as he donned his clothes. “I have taken your soul already and given you your sanity. I require 3 other souls as well. Convince them to join the Dark Arts and give their souls to me. In return I will restore your sanity, return what you love, and I will help you leave this place.” Arrea nodded, “Yes, sir. I will do as you wish.” The devil threw her his cloak. “Check the pockets, I might have left something.” With that he vanished. Arrea pulled the jacket on and fingered the pockets, there was an egg. Her face lit up as she withdrew it from her pocket, it was a dragon’s egg! It was her pet dragon! She brought it to her face and carefully stroked it with her cheek.
A silver fox then formed from the swirling mist. The fox had 9 long, gorgeous tails. This fox helped her find her way out of Jolon and onto the world known as Earth. Once she was upon Earth Arrea found a Covenant, once she proved herself they allowed her to join. There she made 4 new friends. She had long forgotten about her death with the devil until one night he appeared before her and told her that he wanted 3 of the 4 souls of her friends. She knew she owed him that was her master. She convinced them to join the Dark Arts and fiddle around with the powers of the Underworld. They did and were hooked. They sold their soul to the devil in exchange for power. Soon they wanted more power though, more power within the Covenant. They planned to over throw the leader but were soon found out before their plan could take place. They fled into the Undergrounds and used their powers to rebuild themselves a home. They learned their mistakes and began to use their powers to shelter other races. Afterwards, Lycans, Elves, Humans, and other Vampires who were cast out of their homes sought out the Underground. And they provided homes to all of them. Arrea though....she fells this time of peace is drawing close to an end.
Appearance: Arrea has two forms, on Ashling she was often in her human form but that is long gone.
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Arrea’s second form is the one she uses mostly on Earth, whenever she is in the Underground.
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Extra Information: Arrea was banished from Ashling and fell to Jolon, the land of the dead. From Jolon she made her way to earth by making a deal with the devil. Through this adventure she managed to keep hold of an item she held dear to her. One item being a dragon’s egg and another a fox guide with a mind of his own.
Dragon
Arrea shares a mental connection with Lilith, allowing them to communicate telepathically and share information. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Lilith Eventide
Age: 2034
Gender: Female
Species: Astran Vampire
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 150
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Lilith is completely loyal to Arrea. She does not wavier in her duties to the empress. She is quiet and only speaks whenever asked to. She is always in the shadows, hidden from the outside world. She watches Arrea and guards her with her life.
Elements: Shadow
Weapons A twin set of kodaichi. They are plain black with no design. She wears them strapped to her lower back for quick and easy access.
Occupation: Assistant
Abilities/Powers: Lilith is a shadow wielder, which opens up a world of possibilities for her. She is excellent whenever it comes to espionage and stealth. She has a wide knowledge of weapons, people, and locations. She made friends if very high places and can achieve mostly anything Arrea requires of her. She can hide in plain sight and conceal her energy and scent. She is almost completely undetectable, the only thing she is unable to hide is her aura. This makes her vulnerable to sages.
Bio: Lilith is unsure of how she came into existence or how old she really is. She awoke one day next to a woman. After some fighting and struggling the girl had been able to calm her down. It had been Arrea and she spoke of how she had been transported to Earth from another realm. She hadn't spoken of much more than that but she assumed that Lilith had been brought there with her, maybe not from the same realm but she was convinced it had to be fate. Lilith and Arrea remained close, they did part for some time. Arrea wanted to be social and join a convent but Lilith had always been the more solitary one. Lilith had gotten into a bit of trouble at some point and sensing her distress, Arrea had arrived and made sort work of her attackers. Lilith had been spared and enlisted herself into Arrea's services. Needless to say she followed her here to the underground.
Appearance: Lilith has long blonde hair that travels to the back of her knees. Her bangs are grown out and brushed to the side, revealing her face entirely. She has childish features; a round face with big brown eyes that seem so innocent. She is dressed entirely in black, skin tight attire. Straps cover her chest and waist in random places and a short skirt is pulled low on her hips.She has bicep length gloves with an intricate lace pattern. Her boots stop a little below her knees, there's intricate designs on the back that symbolize protection. Several dark red gems are encrusted into the thick material. These gems were given to her from Arrea, they house several powerful souls. She also has knee guards made from the same material, fangs from a lycan she defeated were fashioned into it. She has a large span of black wings, they stretch for at least 10 feet from her back. Whenever the feathers fall out she adds them to the straps of her clothes. Currently she has a choker and arm straps that have been coated with them.
Lilith
Extra Information:She shares a telepathic link with Arrea.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Laya Lossëhelin
Age: 86, she is relativity young for an elf.
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Height: 5'3''
Weight: 115
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Laya tends to stay quite and keep to herself. If a matter she feels strongly about rises in a conversation or conflict, she will speak up or act without hesitation. She is relatively happy for the most part. She is extremely serious and isn't too kind to those she doesn't know. She will not talk to a stranger, if so she says one sentence at the most. She likes to analyze and deciphered a person before carrying on a conversation with them. She enjoys studying and learning new things about the world around her. She has a passion for nature.
Elements: Healing, protection, and elemental spells. Laya has only mastered water. All the others elements she is working to better herself at. So far earth is coming closest to being finished next. She is able to heal minor wounds with no affect to herself, but larger wounds take energy from her. She can summon barriers to protect herself or someone else from an attack, she can protect a group of people all at once, but this requires vast amounts of energy. Laya can do almost anything with water. However her ability earth is limited.
Weapons: Two stainless steel short swords. They were made by her father and given to her mother as an anniversary present. The bow and swords had been enchanted to never miss there mark and increase the skills of any warrior with the blood of Vergil.The army that invaded her village and killed her family stole them, she grabbed them on her escape not realizing what they were. Laya also grabbed a bow and arrows. She now keeps the weapons with her at all times as a constant reminder of her past.
Occupation: Archer, Hunter
Abilities: Extremely in-tune with nature. She can hear exceptionally well, from at least 2 miles. Her sight is just as well. Laya is light on her feet, almost silent when tracking through the woods. She has major endurance for physical activity, however when it comes to fighting she is challenged greatly.
Bio: Laya was born in a land far from this one. There had been a great war between people of all kinds. She was born twenty years after the war between the alliances, however there were those who still wanted to hold the power of the lands. Those with lesser power took sides with either the Rebels, the Government, or remained Neutral.
Her mother was a beautiful elf, her name was Rose. She was skilled in the ways of Archery and she was an excellent melee user when it came to short swords . She would often take Laya out practicing. Her father, called Vergil, was a master of magic, mainly in elemental properties. He would teach Laya different forms of spells, hoping she would follow in his legacy.
She was pressured by him to grow up faster than the other children around their homes. So her childhood was short lived. Laya would be forced to stay inside and study all the forms of magic available to elves. Vergil would take her into the woods and make her perform what she had learned until it was done right. She sometimes was up early in the morning typing to perfect it. She was also expected to be beautiful like her mother and to master both of her parents abilities to bring her family honor in the eyes of everyone.
Laya's mother had requested her to go out on a hunt and bring back a deer for their dinner that night. Ghaleon's army raided her village. Setting fires and plundering whatever they chose to take. Laya's father and mother, along with all the other elves who were skilled in any form of combat, went to fight them off. The army was too large and they were all murdered. Laya saw the fires rising from her village and ran to see what was wrong. The army kidnapped her and gave her to their head officer. The officer took her as a slave and brought her back to their kingdom.
For fifteen years the officer tortured her. He sliced two deep marks into her shoulders, marking her as his. He also would tie her down and cut small marks on her arms and legs, using her as the ultimate aphrodisiac for his own sexual pleasure. Laya woke up one night to discover the few slaves they had were revolting against the kingdom. She had heard of the revolt, but never thought the slaves would go through with it. Her cage had been broken in all the fighting and amidst the confusion she grabbed a bow and arrows, and two shot swords. She didn't know at the moment that they were the very weapons that Vergil had made for Rose as an anniversary present, then had been stolen in the raid long ago. The bow and swords had been enchanted to never miss there mark and increase the skills of any warrior with the blood of Vergil. Laya fought off of the army, using a her new found strength. She lead the remaining twenty slaves into the lands of her elven people, she helped build them homes and taught them the ways of nature.
News was then brought to Laya from her scout one day, there was a Dragon Rider. He had seen her in a local city while gathering supplies. She was intrigued by this and left the village, feeling they could prosper on their own. She went in search of the Rider named Valory. She met her and then was given an offer for an incredible journey. Laya accepted and now is full filling her destiny, unaware of the danger ahead.
Appearance: Long blue hair that goes halfway down her back. Pale skin with scars on both her shoulders from being held prisoner and scars along her arms and legs. Light blue eyes that look into your soul.
Eyes: Her eyes...she has spent many a nights peering into them, trying to find a bases for her being. Something that makes her a concrete image in this world. While others have happiness, anger, jealousy, or anther emotion, you see nothing when you gaze into her eyes. The pupil within her eye is either large enough to make it appear as if it is completely black, a microscopic ring of smokey blue surrounding it. The black circle can also be so small it seems she doesn't have one, just white clouds swirling around an orb of sapphire. The iris shifts from a foggy haze of light blue to dark, sea spray sapphire, depending on her moods. The blue is speckled with tints of dark red. In the small splashes of fire in her eyes you are able to see reflections of her past, the pain she went through as a slave, and the bodies of her dead parents. Her thoughts aren't a safe place to be and she knows it, she tries to avoid eye contact with humans, who would surly go mad from a simple gaze.
Hair: Thick waves of light blue roll over her shoulders and down her back,resting halfway. Rose's hair was a deep, sea blue. Her hair is fairly lighter than that, but you'd have to look closer to tell a difference. Long bangs hang over her eyes, shadowing them from all the world to see, for fear a mortal might look into them. The light reflects off her hair, making it appear as if a tiny layer of vapors halos around it. This is also a trait she inherits from her mother. Her hair has never been cut, yet it remains at its current length. Laya never cuts it into layers or styles it in a specific way. She lets it hang freely down her back. Her whole life she was pressured to grow up and be beautiful like her mother was and her mother never cut her hair. Laya seems to be her double with it brushed in a similar manner. Her hair has always grown straight, it has no bouncy waves or curls. Her mothers was a bit more lively, but her father's hair was flat to his head and face. She gets her hair type from him.
Body Build/Details: She has a slim form, as most elves do. Her skin is fair. Her body temperature is warm, giving her flesh a white and red pigment. She has a full figured body, gaining that from her mother. The clothing she wears shows off her thin legs and the dress revels the toned shape of her arms. Her hands are worn from practicing with her bows and swords. She never rests, even when rivals aren't close at hand. She can't afford to slip up in a fight. Those who know her, which are very few, respect that she doesn't like to speak much, but practice to gain revenge on her family one day. She stands 5'3'', relatively short for a woman. Her waist is small and has hardly any muscle. She is considered scrawny in most cases. Her father's tall form helps alot, giving her strong shoulders, she appears to be a threatening foe to those of any intelligence. Most enemies tower over her, so she is under estimated alot, but as the saying goes. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Her face is emotionless and cold most of the time, in deep taught of a situation around her or in her past, wanting revenge on those who murdered her mother and father. She can have a soft appearance when she is showing sympathy or remembering her past, holding onto the hurt. Her eyes show a distant world though. Laya also has an emotional side, where she blushes alot. Giving her small cheeks deep scarlet shades. No one dares to look her directly into her gaze, especially humans. Elves of high magic and intelligence are the only ones capable of doing it. Her nose isn't a large one, it is small. Whenever she was little someone broke it, so it's a little crocked, though no one notices except her. Her cheek bones are high, making her face seem slender and skinny. Her mind is a tortured and mangled place. Her neck is average length, a faint mark across her wind pipe, from yet another night as a slave. The memories and pain still mixed in with the scar, a haunting voice of the owner she once had still lingers in her ears.
Deep wounds were carved into both her shoulders to mark her as a slave, they left horrible scars of disfigured flesh. She still remembers the pain from that night every time she sees her reflection. Tears are almost brought to life in her eyes, almost. She bottles up the memories and moves on. Her past will always remain her past. Laya has muscles in her arms from shooting arrows at her enemies and hunting food for the people she watches over and protects. Her legs are more firm then toned from running after pray and many nights on watch out, chasing down enemies to keep the village of slaves a secret location.
Clothes/Armor: Laya normally wears one of the many different styles of elven traveling clothes. This outfit consists of a simple, strapless, white dress with a short skirt. Blue hour glass figures were decorated into the bright white fabric, days of her mothers hard work made the dress a true perfection. Rose and Vergil presented it to her on her birthday. Over this wears a small cloak, the edges pricked with a thin line of deep blue, like piece of clothing. It is in a triangular shape, coming down to a large teal bead and a white tassel. This soft cloak of pale white is the same in both front and back, the front has a low neck, showing the top of the dress. The light green bead in front hangs down just past her belly-button, the one in back hanging evenly with the one in front, hanging in her lower back. From the top of the back of her dress extends a bleach cloak with a sapphire trim, resting on her rounded shoulders, covering the back of her legs it comes down to her ankles. Laya also has a silver elven pendant around her neck, tied onto a thin strip of leather the gentle glowing orb was given to her by her father, an enchanted artifact that lights up into a swirling vortex of colors whenever danger is near. She also has a braided brown bracelet around her right wrist, she made it with some of the skills her mother had taught her when she was a child. It is also a sweet memory of happier times.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 6:51 pm
 Name: Queen MoonBeam Nicknames Gained: Violet, Princess Age: Around 100 but looks 18 Gender: girl Species: Elf Height: 5'7 Weight: 105 lbs Marital Status: Single Attitude: Strong and blond but only on the outside, inside shes just a scared young girl not exactly sure what she is doing. Elements: Light and Plants Weapons Bow and Arrow Occupation: Queen Abilities/Powers: She has powers over plants to make healing potions. She also seems to have light always following her but she is unsure if she can control it yet. Bio: Violet was very young with her mother died. Her mother was killed when her faimly came to crimson underground. Her father never remarried so when he died about year ago she was put in charge of the elves. She has no siblings so she feels all alone. Violet can seem harsh and not the nicest person when you first meet her but if you get to know her she is very caring and is in need of friends. She is also very cautious around boys. She is straight and wants to marry but since she is queen many men want to marry her for the power because if they marry her they will become king. Extra Information: Violet is technically a vegetarian and wishes all the elves were but she knows that her people will need to eat meat in order to live.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 1:43 pm
Name: Miakoda CrownNicknames Gained: Mia Age: It's rude to ask but let's just old alrightGender: FemaleSpecies: Lycan, more specifically KierrnHeight: Human: 5'5" Lycan: 12'Weight:Human: 130lbs. Lycan: 300lbs.Marital Status: SingleAttitude: She listens but isn't afraid to use force. She tries to remain neutral until she knows all sides. To those who don't know her she seems cold and indifferentWeapons: Doesn't use weapons often but prefers throwing knives. She mainly uses her body as a weapon as she's strong and heals fast.
Throwing knivesOccupation: Reluctant Clan Leader, Warrior MonkAbilities/Powers: Mia has the abilities of the lycans, increased speed, strength, healing, and superior senses. However, because she trained with monks her strength is more superior than others of her kind. Kierrn also have an unnatural long life as they feed on humans.Bio: Mia is the product of specific breeding. Only the alphas with the best qualities could breed in this program started to protect the lycans from strong hunters. Because of her breeding Mia, is a special breed of lycan called the Kierrn.
Because of her breeding she stands taller than all other werewolves, and is tallest amongst her Kierrn breathen. A fact, along with her strength, makes her feared and outcast. None had ever seen such a large beast come from such a small package. They quickly branded her 'Hunter' and once she was of age her parents were forced to exile her.
She was bitter at the council and her parents for disowning her because of her size. She was so angry that she went on a rampage that threatened the existence of her people. They sent other Hunters to try and quell her but her sheer size and quick healing ability made it hard for them to put her down. They then moved to a different tactic and sent out one of their warrior monks, who although refusing to kill her, would instead train her. He thoroughly defeated her and promised to teach her all he knew.
Several years later, she reemerged from her training a different person. She was calm and collected and she felt as peace with the world. She accepted her fate and was banished from the lands for her recent actions.
She wandered the land until she happened upon the caves called the Crimson Underground. She readily joined their ranks, looking forward to having a place to call home.Appearance: She has two forms; her human one and her Lycan form. (both are shown but not to scale)
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 2:01 pm
Name: Amaya Memory
Nicknames Gained: Memory is used as her only name.
Age: Actually around 500, looks 17 yet sometimes acts 10.
Gender: ♀
Species: Light Elf
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 102 lbs.
Marital Status: Single
Attitude: Memory keeps to herself but carefully observes people and helps them if in danger. To simply put it, she is reserved, caring, laid-back and naive.
Elements: She can control the air, weather, and avians.
Weapons: Memory hardly uses weapons but keeps a long elven sword at her left waist and of course, bow and arrows on her back.
Occupation: A mere warrior and part elementalist.
Abilities/Powers: Psionic blast is her most dangerous ability. It is the ability to overload another's mind causing pain, memory loss, lack of consciousness, vegetative state or death. Another is her songs which can lure creatures to her, somewhat like a trance.
Bio: Memory does not remember her past as she just one day found herself lying on the ground of the Crimson Underworld with chains as she probably was left there to die. She managed to break free of them, except for large titanium choker which is still kept around her neck. She was lost and didn't know anything.
---A tall, young man dressed in all black appeared in front of her. He held out his hand to her and when she took it, they walked to the Elven territory in silence then he let go and whispered to her, "Good bye, Ms. Memory." She had wanted to ask him of her first but as she turned around, he was gone.
---She saw they had ears like hers so she thought she was an elf and went directly up to the Queen and after long training, she was a warrior for her highness. One day, she had remembered her first name was "Amaya" but kept it a secret as she never told anyone. No one knows, not even the Queen.
Appearance: Memory has sad eyes which seem to constantly change color. She has a slim figure which enables her to move quickly and wears a white night-dress with white slip-on mini-heels.
Extra Information: Memory prefers not to fight. Despite her name, she doesn't remember things and doesn't know her past. She loves to follow animals around.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:13 pm
Name: Rex Edge Nicknames Gained: (Not required) Age: 17 Gender: Male Species: elf Height: 5'7 Weight: 120 Marital Status: signle Attitude: Rex is a calm person who takes very few people seriously,Even while fighting for his life he would only use his full ability's unless he it felt he needed to. Elements: Ice Weapons 11.Bow of Ice- Rex obtained this bow around the same time Fenrir joined him.This bow is nearly as cold as the great wolf's fur and it also has the same freezing property as Fenrir. 2.Arrows-Rex always has a good amount of arrows in his enchanted quiver.On the off chance that he runs out he uses ice or energy 3.Sword-Rex's sword can channel in Rex's energy and release it in a burst. Occupation: Archer Abilities/Powers: A1. Enhanced hearing and sight A2. Rex can understand animals and talk to them as one of the many traits passed down through his bloodline.Because of this animals do not fear him and will sometimes come and relax near him. P1.Rex powers come from a ancient energy passed down through his family.The ancient power allows him to command its energy and use it as if it came from his own aura.This power is part of what Fenrir saw inside of Rex that convinced him to join with him. Bio: Rex was born under a ancient tree in a sacred grove; his mother gave birth to him while she was running from a group of bandits. Rex began training and honing his power at the early age of six,they say the spark of promise that his bloodline looks for in every generation.By the age of Seven Rex was read to see Fenrir to see if that would be the guardian that will choose to join him in life.After the long and hard pilgrimage.Rex and his father finally arrived at the beast domain Fenrir joined with Rex after long days of proving his self. Fenrir now resided inside of Rex allowing him access to some of the wolfs ability's and if Rex is ever near death or in that much trouble Rex will turn into the wolf.After making it back Rex was highly celebrated but that all ended bitterly and bloody when an ancient golem killed Rex's parents and nearly the rest of his family right in front of him. After that, Rex was confused and sad on what he should do. He knew how to take of his self because of his training and begin a great thief. So Rex decided to train himself to be a great assassin about a week after, he ran into a guy named Black.It was a sort of instant bond between them as if they were brothers. Then they ended up deciding to travel together, helping him on his mercenary duties, and since then they have been the best of friends and fight together a lot. In return, he helped him train and hone his skills and power and his focus. Appearance:  Extra Information:(i.e. Character theme song) Fenrir the great guardian wolf..  1. The ice fur on some of Fenrirs body is colder than some of the darkest corners of space. Fenrir's normal fur is so dark that it hurts to look at it. 2.The close Rex comes to death the more Fenrir stirs inside of Felix allowing him to access more of its power.Eventually Rex will become the great wolf if it feels like it needs to step in 3.Since Fenrir is in him.Rex isnt really affected by cold and cant be frozen. Powers : 1.Fenrir ice the guardian of the arctic's so he has the power to control ice and can manipulate it to his will 2. Fenrir also can use destruction magick and energy.The destruction energy comes form Fenrirs dark fur Rex beast form:  weapons: 1.Sword: The sword Rex has can be used in his normal state and in beast form.The sword carriers the same property's as Fenrir's black fur, except its made of crystallized liquid nitrogen and can freeze a lot of things. Ability's/powers Avatars: Rex can summon two avatars in his beast state Avatar of Ice surprised ne of the two avatars dogs that Rex can summon in this state.Where it steps slowly turns to snow.It can also shoot ice spikes off anywhere on its body. Avatar of Destruction:The second of the two avatars summoned in this form can ripple shock waves of destruction magick off its body and where it steps the ground starts to burn as if acid where eating though it. Destruction magick; Rex energy powers turn to pure destruction magick. In a sense it looks the same just darker and it sometimes can eat away at what it touches.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 8:01 pm
Name: Sanguine Fleur
Age: Her age is impossible to guess, yet not a single line of age tarnishes her pale skin.
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Height: 6'
Weight: Dependent on the amount of concealed weaponry on her person
Marital Status: Keeper of Soddus Forsworn's heartflame
Attitude: She emanates a strong air of sexuality and, although her exterior is generally perceived as cold, easily slips into a more supplicating demeanor upon discovering something -- or someone -- of interest. Her grace does not serve to soften the bluntness of her speech. Despite her flippant manner, she approaches life with as much control as is possible, ever sensitive to her surroundings. Dangerous in blood lust, her feminine appearance is often perceived as weakness, a mistake impossible to make twice.
Weapons: Hardly an instigator of physical confrontation, she is an opportunist as far as combat is concerned. Though there are ever-changing concealed weapons on her person, she is more likely to improvise. There is, however, a small silver dagger held by a black lace garter at her thigh, of which she is quite fond.
Occupation: Mistress of the Abysmal Haven
Abilities/Powers: Revealed with necessity.
Bio:Although her identity is a mystery, her gait suggests importance. She is a strong presence, head held high, difficult to forget.
Appearance: She is six feet in height with the appearance of a woman in her prime. Ample curves contrast nicely against a slender frame. Her eyes are large, their color a flattering mimicry of moonlight framed by dark lashes. Her features are sensuous, hands delicate yet strong. Ebony tresses shine sanguine in the light.
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