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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:05 pm
It wasn't their fault!
Damned be Loki, that mischievous shapeshifter. He cursed us all! Or so my grandfather says. It begins like this...
Seventeen Thousand years has passed since the village of Loturdandrak was founded. The founders were big worshipers of Loki. So what he said, they did.
The gods became mad at Loki's last stunt as the idiotic shapeshifter destroyed an enormous shrine given to Odin's Worshipers. Odin first of all, killed Loki and then took out the rest of it's anger at Loturdandrak. The town was unmercifully attacked from that day on by monsters and warlocks and everything the gods decided to throw at them.
Thirty years ago, we were told of a prophecy of untold valor that would save our little town, now known as Loki's hell hole. It was told that six warriors would be born to save the town. Each would have one of the six elements, As well as the six greatest character traits
Air-Wind
Courage
Water
Fearlessness
Fire
Intelligence
Earth-Rock
Purity
Earth-Plant life
Caring
Electricity
Realism
They have been born. But who will they be with? The gods who are still punishing us... Or the village. To save us?
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:11 pm
Rules:
1}You should know the TOS rules by now. If not pm me and i shall tell you!
2} Please pm me under your element to let me know who you are. (Element and Trait)
3}Have fun and please be literate! People Needed: Fire
Water
Air
Earth-Rock
Earth-Plant Life
Electricity Caring
Realism
Courage
Fearlessness
Intelligence
Purity 
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Element: (If any)
Bio:
Personality:
Gaianame:
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:15 pm
People that have been Accepted!! 
My name is only a name, Like the rose has it's name: Rosalina Finterstal
Age can wither, but it can also make better: 17
If only we were like the plants, they don't have genders: Female
I wish i could be a plant: Human
If only i were more like plants, Then i wouldn't need this accursed talent: Caring, Earth-Plant life
My boring life, Unlike the plants that i love so much: I happen to have grown up with a hippie mother and a distant father. So neither cared that i had such a gift. Obviously i lived in this troubled town, but i was taught not to be troubled by it. The way of nature, I was told. My powers have kept my family safe and soon i can keep the rest of the town safe as well. Although she sings a little. Only her mother knew she could or even liked to sing.
My feelings and the plants feelings are mostly the same: I am kind, caring, sweet and loyal. Destroy my plants and i can have the rage and temper of a mother bear. But that almost never happens.
If only it were the flowers that i hold so dear...: ShabathaxXxStar LightsxXx Name: Analisa Hernandez Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Race: Dark Angel Element: Fire Bio: She was born an adventurous little twerp. Not born directly in town, but having a close relative living in it. She was always sent there when she did something bad. Which was a lot. Now, she was only twelve when she was walking to her relatives home after being caught stealing a chicken for a homeless person when she was grabbed and almost sold. But she wasn't. Because that's when she discovered her powers. She killed every last slave trader there and let all the prisoners out. Most came back to the town with her. That's when she was told the prophecy. The prophecy proved that she was one of the warriors, or probably was. She wasn't going to accept it. She cried and she almost killed some people, but she learned how to control it, and to accept it. But it took five years... Now she is seventeen. Now what? Personality: She is obviously fearless. She isn't afraid to get blood on her, and she is very helpful and kind. She doesn't take the answers she doesn't like and she doesn't leave anybody behind. She is the kindest trouble maker anybody will ever meet Gaianame: xXxStar LightsxXx itendedalready  Don't wear it out: Jared Rogers
It's just a number: Eighteen
Do I look like a chick to you? I'm a male, idiots.
In case you needed clarification: Human
Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you: Courage, Electricity
This ain't your business: My mom died when I was only four. My pops took care of me, but he did it his own way. Rather than playing ball like every other kid my age, I worked my a** off. Now, don't tell me that sounds like fun to you. Luckily enough, though, I was actually tough. So, I pretty much did whatever my father told me; including how to fight and handle a gun. I like to think he did it so I could save the chicks, just like in every action movie you see, where the guy always has to save the girl, yanno? I know that wasn't the reason, but a guy can dream, can't he?
I think I was.. er, fifteen or so, when I first realized that, hey, I can set electrocute stuff. Nearly burnt down my house after doing something with the stove, actually. Pops was pretty ticked, but pleased at the same time, 'cause that gave me more power and stuff. Despite our differences, and his weird fathering techniques, I guess you could say we were still close. Hell, I mean, he did love me and all. It wasn't like he was some drunk guy who liked to smack the holy hell outta me. So, yeah, I guess when he died last year, I wasn't exactly happy. It wasn't like I cried or anything, 'cause I'm macho and stuff, but it kinda was upsetting. Got shot, yanno, like.. some robber or something. I wasn't there to see it. Buried the body and went on my own way, doin' what I do best: savin' people. 'Cause I guess that's what I was given these powers for and all. Saving something from somewhere or.. dude, alright, I know what I'm doing, I just don't got the specifics on the front of my brain at the moment. Chill.
Take me as I am, or not at all: What's there to tell? I'm adorable and I'm freakin' hilarious—okay, fine, fine. Sheesh. I guess I'm what you'd call a smartass. And a jackass; I've heard that one before. I love eating, you couldn't tell unless you saw me eat, though. Rough, tough, macho man—that's me. I like saving people, though. Helpful, I guess. I'm a good guy, really.. sometimes, I just do.. not so good things to save people. I mean, impersonating people? Fraud, right? That's kinda illegal, but I'll do it if it means saving a life or several. In the grand scheme of things, I make sure the good live and the bad pay.
Dunno who this chick is: itendedalreadySilentShadowDreamer  Well, they usually call me: Ulalia Hilden
I've been around: Eighteen years
Oh, come on: Female
What, can't you tell?: Human
I understand this: Water and intelligence
Been through so much: There's only so much that Ula can tell others about her life. She was born to a single mother living just outside the village. Her mother never told her who her father was or why he wasn't around anymore. But Ula's always figured it was a painful topic, and she loves her mother dearly, so she kept her questions to herself. And oh, does she ever have questions.
For a while, they lived comfortably together, just two women surviving on their own. Ulalia found herself engrossed with books. She also tended to listen in on conversations whenever she went to market, because she liked to know things so that she could think carefully before making her own decisions.
Ula's getting old enough now to move away from her mother's house and live on her own, and that's a good thing. Lately, she's begun to notice things that make her a little nervous. Like how even the lightest drizzle seems to soak her - as though the water were attracted to her. Like how the rivers and the oceans seem to bend to her will. She's cautiously begun experimenting with these strange abilities, but she's afraid that soon, they might get out of control.
This is who I am: Ula thinks before she acts. There is no impulsiveness here. She's a logical, controlled and intelligent young woman who is very mature and poised. The unfortunate side effect is that she doesn't really know how to have fun, and she's often taken to be much older than eighteen. She can be kind, but she tends to be impatient and irritable with those who can't follow her thought processes, and so she sometimes comes off as arrogant. But she doesn't mean it. Honestly.
She pulls my strings: SilentShadowDreamerxXxStar LightsxXx Code: Name: Diamond Moon Age: eighteen Gender: female Race: Human Element: Purity and Earth-rock. Bio: You really want to know? Well. I was born in a french hospital, hence why I know a little bit of french, with a french father who left us for a french girl. Ugh. Guys are the same everywhere. Well, since then, my mother had moved around a lot. We finally settled in this small town, where one of my friends told me a rumor. Well I wanted to go check it out. Even if my mother didn't wish me to. I never had lied to her, though.. so I had to ask her. She said it's fine as long as I don't stay out to long. So I went with my friend. Who, eventually, got scared and left. But I didn't. But I wasn't the only one searching for answers. I met up with a few more people. I didn't talk to them, I didn't look at them. I just walked with them... After we had let the demon out... well I didn't know what I did. I HAD to go home. So I left them. I don't think they even know I was gone... Personality: I'm a bit defensive about my family. I never talk much about them. I don't really talk to people unless they insist on talking to her first. Even then, she was hesitant. She never lied, and she never did anything bad. At least not to her will. Gaianame: xXxStar LightsxXx SilentShadowDreamer  It’s my label: Odysseus Benjamin Keston. Call him Ben.
Doesn’t mean a thing: Nineteen
I’m not stripping to prove it: Male
Uh, it’s kind of obvious: Human
It’s what I do: Air and Realism
Your nose is poking where it’s not wanted: His mother gave him his name, claiming that he’d be a wanderer and a hero as great as the figure of myth. That’s about all she gave him – according to his father, she was a wanderer and a dreamer, a young creature who seemed subtly enchanted and never quite real. She vanished bare months after Ben was born, and so Ben and his young father practically grew up together; his father matured and grew wiser as a single parent while Ben grew up and grew strong far too young. They managed all right, but Ben always felt a little tug, a pull towards something – somewhere – else.
So he fulfilled his mother’s words when he was sixteen. He packed up a few things, said goodbye to his father, promised to write, and started walking. He wandered, soon earning the nickname ‘The Traveling Judge’ because of his ability to be a fair, unbiased arbiter who could be trusted to look carefully at all the facts before reaching his decision. People would approach him with problems, questions and arguments as soon as he walked into town, and it wouldn’t end until he walked out again. He didn’t mind; it gave him something to do. But that little tug kept pulling him slowly and inexorably north.
Now he’s ended up in this town. The tug in his heart that brought him this far is gone now, but it didn’t leave him any sort of revelation. He doesn’t know why he’s here or what he’s supposed to do. Perhaps someone should have thought to fill him in, but apparently nobody did. If he doesn’t figure it out soon, his wandering feet will likely take him right back out of town again.
Don’t judge a book by its cover: Maybe because he never knew her, Ben is nothing like his mother – the wild, enchanted young dreamer. Though he looks like a pirate or a thief of fantasy, that spell breaks as soon as you get to know him. He’s a steady, practical, realistic sort who keeps to the important stuff and lets others chase the will-o’-the-wisps of dreams and fantasies. While he has a temper, it’s a very cold one, and he will let reason triumph over his emotions every time. He’s streetwise and clever, but his most important trait is his practicality. Ben is possibly the most down-to-earth guy around, and though he doesn’t talk much, what he does say is well-thought-out and worth listening to.
My best girl: SilentShadowDreamer
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 1:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 7:01 am
2 more? Or should i go ahead and start it?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:51 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:03 pm
(Bump)
(I was thinking maybe I could make two... I can handle it, i'm fairly well at doing multiple characters. Though not the best.... and it looks like the RP needs it.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 1:10 pm
((If you would and could handle it that would be splendid.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 8:26 am
((OOC: If you don't get the final character in by Monday, I'll fill in the last space on Tuesday, if that works for you.))
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 10:01 am
((If you want too. I'm hoping a guy will join though... We have four girls and 1 guy. I don't want him to be lonely haha))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:59 pm
((Alright i'm opening it and hopefully someone takes the last spot smile Hopefully the charrie is a guy. But anywho....)) OPEN The day was beautiful, and the sky was a bright blue. Odin had decided that it was the perfect day to attack the town, once again. He sent ogres and orcs and harpies. They were on their way to the small town. He wasn't sure as to why the town has survived a bunch of what he had sent out. He only figured that it was the six from the prophecy. But none of the monsters had gotten back to report or anything.
The dirty blonde was helping her mother in their garden when she saw a black cloud in the sky. Her mother looked at her scared and ran inside. Her mother and father knew that she was the reason her house wasn't destroyed. The first orc out of twelve came out of the forest and ran at her yelling in orcish. In the rest of the town there were orcs and orgres in the thirties each. A couple harpies were also yelling at her as she entangled and strangled the first orc with vines then sent one straight at a harpy.
There were about fifty harpies everywhere else, and she was going to be going to them as well to help when she was done with her home.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 6:47 pm
AnaLisa
Analisa had just walked outside, hearing the commotion, when she saw it. God darn it! God darn it all! Odin again. She sighed, her hand instantly glowing a red, fiery color. Harpies, Ogres and Orcs. She grinned. She loved fighting the Ogres. One came to her. She smiled and giggled, teasing the thing before cutting it down, and burning it.
Not so hard.
When two harpies came out at her, that's when she knew she was in trouble. She was used to fighting to Orcs or ogres, but not two Harpies. She sighed, and started teasing them both, eventually cutting them down.
Diamond
"Damnez tout cela. Pas ces monstres de nouveau." She muttered in french as she stood up from the bench, just as some Orcs saw her. She instantly moved her foot to the side and pushed her hands up, making the orcs run into a wall of earth. She then just made it topple over them. She grinned. What fun!
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 2:57 pm
 "The plants are her power,"
Rosalina Fintersal Where am I? My yard
What am I doing? Being attacked by orcs and Harpies
Who is with me? No one
Who am i interacting with? Orcs and Harpies As she done away with the last orc attacking her a harpy came down from the sky and grabbed her short blond hair. She let out a slight scream before she wrenched a hand from her hair and shot a vine at the harpy's throat. She dropped about five feet when the wive had released the now dead harpy. She sighed as she entangled the other harpies and orcs. They were dealt with quickly."Now to get to the rest of the town."Rosa said to the rose in her hair before heading to the town. She was close to being done fighting monsters everyday. She saw a couple harpies in the hair and she shot some of the petals from her rose at them. They had become the size of daggers and were sharper too. "You will figure that out soon enough."
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 5:51 pm
‘Cause it feels like the rain of a lifetime
And nothing’s gonna save us now
Let the rain come crashing down… Everything is changing. I can feel it.  Ulalia, in the centre of the market square, looked up suddenly. Her eyes narrowed in brief concentration, and then she turned to the little girl who she'd been buying vegetables from. She handed the child the money and said quietly, "Go find your parents. Pack up your stand. Take shelter in your home." Her eyes were distant. "Something's coming. Hurry."
Frightened, the little girl ran. Ula, however, turned towards the sense of danger. She took a deep breath and made her way towards it, warning those she passed. The word spread quickly, and by the time she reached the outskirts of town, the town itself seemed deserted. There were few people on the streets, and those that were there were running for home.
Ula paused. She'd meant to go home herself, to check on her mother and make sure that they were safely locked down. But she felt a little buzz in the back of her mind. The scent of death seemed to be on the air. Turning her head, she looked back.
She couldn't see anything, but...
Hearing a scream - the scream of a child - Ula hesitated as her analytical mind weighed the possibilities. Coming to a decision wasn't hard. Her mother always knew when trouble was coming. She'd have locked herself in. She would be fine.
A child was screaming.
Ula ran in that direction. Her shadowy eyes were scanning, scanning, searching while she ran and the sounds grew louder - and then they abruptly stopped. Ula froze.
She was standing back in the central town square. Alone. There was no child. There was nobody.
What there was was a Harpy, followed by a number of smiling ogres. The creature had lured her in, Ula realized bitterly - it had somehow mocked the sound of a child to bring someone running to help. It was galling to know that she'd been tricked by a damn Harpy.
As the ogres advanced on her, Ula's mind ticked through possibilities. She had no weapon. She had nothing to fight with, not even a stick. Her only option was flight, but--
She looked behind her. Another two or three had come from that direction. She was caught between the two groups. Knowing she was going to die, Ula closed her eyes.
And a shriek from the Harpy, followed by a confused, choking roar from one of the ogres, made her abruptly open them again. The river that marked the north border of the town square had risen and swamped the ogres, sweeping them away.
Leaving her a clear path, and Ula took it.
She raced to the river and threw herself in - she was a strong swimmer with an incredible amount of breath control. She would be fine, but she had to get away.
Allowing the river to sweep her towards the pond outside of town that it ended at, Ula took a deep breath.
She didn't question her good fortune. Not yet.And I can only pray that the tide is turning our way. ‘Cause it feels like the rain for the first time
And every time I take you in
I feel my heart start to beat again… Ulalia Hilden, Water/Intelligence ~ Well I remember, I remember, don’t worry
How could I ever forget…
The hurt doesn’t show, but it still grows
It’s no stranger to you and me… The wind has brought me here, and I can feel the winds of change blowing over this place.  Ben stood, frowning, at the edge of town. He felt strange; something seemed to be nagging at him. There was something that he needed to do. Was it moving off again?
The young man sighed, frustrated. He'd been following that tug for three years, and it had led him to this little hell-hole of a town. He had no idea why he was supposed to be here, and it seemed that that tug didn't know, either - if it was starting up again, he could only assume that that meant that he had somewhere else to go this time.
When he turned away, however, the tugging increased. Frowning thoughtfully, Ben turned back. Well, what was the worst thing that could happen? He took a few steps towards town - and a screeching Harpy dived out of nowhere, aiming for him.
Without thinking, Ben flung up a hand. Hooking his fingers into a sort of clawed shape, he held his hand palm-outwards against his chest and then pushed out towards the Harpy. A sudden blast of wind sent her flying off-course. The male blinked. What the hell was this, now? What was that?
He didn't have time to think about it, because she was circling again. Allowing his instincts to continue guiding him, he unsheathed his sword with one hand and spun his other hand in a circle. The Harpy's shrieks of rage turned to confusion and fear as she suddenly began spinning in tight circles, as though caught in a column of wind. Like a hurricane.
Abandoning the Harpy, Ben hurried towards the centre of town. He had to find out what the hell was going on here.I can feel it in the air. I can feel it coming in the air tonight
And I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight… Odysseus Benjamin Keston, Air/Realism
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