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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:44 pm
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Adair Crewe [Aden Calvin]
Age: Unknown due to reasons.
Bio: Adair or Aden, is from the dark ages from Europe. He was an executioner, in search of his long lost beloved. When he killed the witch that was accused of using witchcraft, he knew that he had to, but such a beauty that struck him, knowing that he it was wrong, he proceed to kill her to stay at thy king's side, as fate would have, the witch cursed him to have ever-lasting immortailty. Unable to die at anything and unable to age. When he knew his long life curse. There is only one person he knew who had the same face, it was the witch. What he seeks is what he cannot tell man what he seeks, however he does know that the witch is still lingering, Too bad he fell for her, too many times. In his life, his emotions had harden up' to accept her death as a mortal and to finally find her again.
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Lieutenant Lynnette Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:55 pm
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The crowd was cheering the roars were echoing throughout the whole city square as the witch hunting was finally starting to end. They were chanting over and over again for death of the woman that was to be sentence to death for witch craft. The Head Priest was roaring; “GOD WILL SHOW US THE WAY. WE SHALL BURN THE HERETIC AND THE WITCH” he roar the old man was an ugly looking man wearing stain looking priest clothing. He kept rallying the crowd of peasants which were calling for blood of the woman.
Anabelle stood there, looking at the rowdy crowd; all of them wanting her death. Anabelle was strong, she had to be, she would not let them get what they wanted. She would not give them the satisfaction of her fear. If only they knew what was going to happen, they wouldn't be wanting her death. If only they knew the truth about her, anyone who was different and had special abilities was deemed a witch. Her heart beat a mile a minute, she didn't know when the priest would order her death, he just seemed to keep going; getting the crowd more worked up.
Anabelle did not show any emotion, she just stood there like it was normal for her. She found a break in the priest's speech then butted in, hoping to see if she could change their minds. "Before I am executed, I will tell you this. You all will soon lose your peaceful living. For there comes a great evil you will not be able to hurt or kill. They will consume you all. The seven evils of this world will wreak havoc and claim this world as theirs if you don't let me live. I plead for my life to help you people who put me up here to die. If I die, you will not be able to have a chance at living peacefully again for a long time." She told them, hoping to scare them into changing their minds, but it was probably a waste. The looks on their faces didn't seem to change or even believe her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:03 am
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Alessachu The crowd was cheering the roars were echoing throughout the whole city square as the witch hunting was finally starting to end. They were chanting over and over again for death of the woman that was to be sentence to death for witch craft. The Head Priest was roaring; “GOD WILL SHOW US THE WAY. WE SHALL BURN THE HERETIC AND THE WITCH” he roar the old man was an ugly looking man wearing stain looking priest clothing. He kept rallying the crowd of peasants which were calling for blood of the woman. Anabelle stood there, looking at the rowdy crowd; all of them wanting her death. Anabelle was strong, she had to be, she would not let them get what they wanted. She would not give them the satisfaction of her fear. If only they knew what was going to happen, they wouldn't be wanting her death. If only they knew the truth about her, anyone who was different and had special abilities was deemed a witch. Her heart beat a mile a minute, she didn't know when the priest would order her death, he just seemed to keep going; getting the crowd more worked up. Anabelle did not show any emotion, she just stood there like it was normal for her. She found a break in the priest's speech then butted in, hoping to see if she could change their minds. "Before I am executed, I will tell you this. You all will soon lose your peaceful living. For there comes a great evil you will not be able to hurt or kill. They will consume you all. The seven evils of this world will wreak havoc and claim this world as theirs if you don't let me live. I plead for my life to help you people who put me up here to die. If I die, you will not be able to have a chance at living peacefully again for a long time." She told them, hoping to scare them into changing their minds, but it was probably a waste. The looks on their faces didn't seem to change or even believe her.
Adair, an executioner was called to the Priest's aid as his armor was heard when he walked, he carried a huge and heavy axe , it seem to be held with two hands instead of one. One of the jobs that he doesn't like... Is to send pretty girls to Heaven or Hell in this case. "Halt, by thy order of the King's, whose wishes should remain?" he said then looked to the witch who spoke out of term. His face was still remained hidden.
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Lieutenant Lynnette Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 11:09 am
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The Priest turned around; “Silence you are a Witch for you did confess” he roared pointing towards her when two men on either side of her force her onto her knees. “You may have survived your interrogation, but you are still a Witch” he roared pointing towards the woman that was kneeling before the crowd who were still screaming.
Anabelle watched the executioner move, but mainly kept her eye on the axe. She still kept her composure even after she was forced down onto her knees. Anabelle hung her head down, letting her hair fall down. She felt exhausted, everything was definitely wearing on her. Hearing that passing the trials meant she proved herself of not being a witch, she quickly moved her head up, a little enraged by learning that. "What? Is that true?" She looked up at the man with the axe with almost pleading eyes.
If the priest and anyone else who was involved with her interrogation knew that is what it meant, then she was not ok with dying anymore. "Let me go. I demand it. You put me here for your own enjoyment." She spat at the priest. Anabelle began to thrash, she was not ok with this at all. "Let me go, I say! You cruel man!" She screamed. This ignited a fire in her, she would not give up until her last breath.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 3:44 pm
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Alessachu The Priest turned around; “Silence you are a Witch for you did confess” he roared pointing towards her when two men on either side of her force her onto her knees. “You may have survived your interrogation, but you are still a Witch” he roared pointing towards the woman that was kneeling before the crowd who were still screaming. Anabelle watched the executioner move, but mainly kept her eye on the axe. She still kept her composure even after she was forced down onto her knees. Anabelle hung her head down, letting her hair fall down. She felt exhausted, everything was definitely wearing on her. Hearing that passing the trials meant she proved herself of not being a witch, she quickly moved her head up, a little enraged by learning that. "What? Is that true?" She looked up at the man with the axe with almost pleading eyes. If the priest and anyone else who was involved with her interrogation knew that is what it meant, then she was not ok with dying anymore. "Let me go. I demand it. You put me here for your own enjoyment." She spat at the priest. Anabelle began to thrash, she was not ok with this at all. "Let me go, I say! You cruel man!" She screamed. This ignited a fire in her, she would not give up until her last breath.
Adair looked to the Witch, He knew those eyes. The eyes of an innocent. He stopped in his track, have all of his years of being an executioner gone to this? Killing the innocent and pillage them from their rights? Oh how that Gypsy told his future, it was indeed becoming true. He raised his axe uo as it lean onto his shoulders to get ready for the priest's words. He muttered some words. "I am sorry."
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Lieutenant Lynnette Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 6:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 6:59 pm
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Lieutenant Lynnette Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 7:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 7:09 pm
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Lieutenant Lynnette Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 7:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 7:29 pm
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Lieutenant Lynnette Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 8:16 pm
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Lieutenant Lynnette Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 8:25 pm
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