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((Bah, I don't know what to put in the title... Okay, well this is a 2 way RP between me and LightofTheDark. So, if you want to start, I'll just make something up blaugh ))

((How about you post a profile? I want to go watch a movie on TV, so I'm going to go. *prays that her post will not be edited by the almighty Mods who have decided to abuse their powers*))
Your prayers have been answered...wait crap I just edited your post...ok well ignore this then but remember I answered your prayer.

((4 way mentorship would be awesome if I may say so. First it can all be done in the thread not PM. Second you could have 1-3 different opinions (If a person doens't have something new to add then they don't have to post critisism on a post) and third it will be more interesting to mentor with 4 people instead of the usual 2.))

((H'okay...*ponders*))

Char's Name: Lashantha Al'Carne
Height: 5'9"
Age: 75
Weight: 165lb
Race: Drow
Appearances: She's fairly tall and muscular, though not overly. Her body is toned and her skin is the color of chocolate. Long ebony hair hangs down to her waist and is usually held in a long, thick braid. Black eyes look out from almond shaped eyes. A single scar marrs her smooth face, it's a thin line that runs from almost under her eye to her jaw on her left cheek. Pointed ears have a thick, silver hoop in each lobe, and her tunic is a blood red. She wears black pants with red dyed leather boots turned down just below the knee. A brown leather belt has a belt pouch and an occupied dagger sheath attatched to it, as well as a strap that goes up and over her left shoulder to hold a plain looking sword sheath to her back. A sword hilt of ordinary steel and wrapped in boarhide pokes out over her shoulder from the sheath.
Weapons: Her blade, Shan'naal, is a large, two handed blade that looks like a four foot cutlass with a notch near the tip (working on drawing this ) The hilt is wrapped with ordinary boar hide and the pommel is nothing but a polished stone. The blade however, is tinted red, and symbols are enscribed upon it, glowing a fierce crimson whenever she uses it. An ordinary leather sheath has the same symbols on the outside of it, though the sheath looks like it should belong to a broadsword. It's actually a pocket dimension of sorts, able to hold Lashantha's sword easily. She also has a dagger, the serpantine blade also tinted to a blood red. The hilt on this is a little more ornate, being a pair of golden vipers winding up it and the heads sticking out to either side of the blade to form the cross-piece.
Equipment A Mask in the image of her Goddess, and a few theiving tools, such as wires to pick locks, tight gloves..etc.
Powers: She can see in pitch blackness, using infrared vision, and can summon an orb of darkness. A few minor spells she knows, such as summoning a small fireball, or a few other elemental spells..
Weaknesses: Bright light hurts her eyes, and not many people take kindly to drow elves walking about their towns, so she usually keeps her identity hidden. She has forgotten the ability to levitate and sometimes she tries to use it in tight situations, but to no avail
History:Lashantha was the heir to her clans throne, the daughter of the Ill'haress and the weapons master of the clan Val'Sagress before a merchant decided he could get so very much for selling an exotic drow female as a slave. So he kidnapped her, and shut her up in a nailed box. It was many weeks before they finally surfaced in a cave in the deep mountains. Still in the confines of her box though, Lashantha could not see anything. The cracks had been smeared with tar and wrapped in chains to prevent her from getting out.

Though she could have easily blasted the box with a well placed fireball, she would have blown herself to smitherines in the process. They left the cave and began a trek through the mountains, but all Lashantha felt was a coldness and the bumps of the ride, she had no idea they were now on the dreaded surface world.

The caravan was miles from the cave when it chanced across a band of raiders. Thus they were attacked, and in his foolishness, the merchant decided to let Lashantha out to help defend them. As soon as Lashantha got out and was handed a weapon, she slaughtered the merchant and hide behind a cart, searching it's contents for a better weapon of sorts. Thats when she found it, a large sword (Shan'naal) in it's magical sheath. Her sensitive drow fingers were able to feel the magic about the weapon, and claimed it for her own at once. Though it was night time, the sky both awed and horrified her. And it wasn't untill the sun rose that she truely became afraid. The sun stung her eyes and forced her to stay in a dark cave untill it had set again.

Then she ran, and slew any that got in her way as she ran from the fighting and into the deep mountains. She stayed in the mountains for a few years, then finally ventured out of the expanse of cold rock and into a rolling meadow. It was there that she began her wandering, a thick cloak with a deep hood keeping her herritage hidden whenever she went into a city.

She earned her way along in the cities as a hired Assassin and Thief, and it was durring one of these jobs that she came across her dagger. She had been robbing a fat lord of a few of his magical treasures when she found the dagger laying on a pedestal, it had no obvious magical enchantments other than there being no rust or scratches on the weapon. So she nabbed that on her way out and it came in use as a few guards noticed her while she ran. She threw it and hit the first, surprising the other long enough to slash his throut with her sword. Retrieving the dagger, she pocketed it and delivered the valubles she had been hired to steal.

To this day she still wanders, The sunrise still stings her eyes, but not as much as it did the first time. And it seems to diminish each day

((URK!! >.< Not RPing all weekend has made me SLOOOOW..and given me no brain.))

((If this gets going and we all play the fantasy theme, I think I would like to be a dragon... No objections, I hope. *cackles* Must be patient, I must...))

((woot! and yes, i'm a great fan of Medieval fantasy 3nodding ...do we wait for others to post thier bios now? 0.o))

Name: Imolaured (Eemoe-lore-ed)
Race: Dragon
Age: 37
Height: 5'11'' at the shoulder
Weight: A ton or so...
Gender: Male ((The second male charrie I've ever played! w00t!))
Description: Imolaured's hide is a dark blue color; it tends to get slightly brighter or darker depending on his emotions. His wings (which are slightly translucent) are still very large for his body, giving him a rather gangly appearence. His eyes are a bright yellow with cat-like pupils. Imolaured is still practically infantile by dragon standards; however, he's been capable of fully understanding the world around him for about twenty years now, so his personality usually comes off to humans as a weird combination of semi-maturity and pure childishness.

Imolaured's feet have large claws and opposable thumbs; he can grasp small objects, but between his lack of coordination and the claws, it can be very difficult. As young as he is, Imolaured can survive on the various plant products in the forest; he really likes a bit of meat (raw or cooked) now and then though.
Equipment: none on him, some stuff in his lair
Powers: Imolaured is capable of short (rather erratic) flights, but he usually has to take off from above the ground to get going. He can also create dragon flame, but his ability has only just begun to develop and is not yet very strong. His claws can be quite dangerous in close quarters, as can his canine teeth.
History: Imo is a bad little dragon runaway. A year or so ago he got fed up with his foster mother and life with the dragons in general and (rather stupidly) decided to run away. Luckily he knew enough from his lessons to survive on the products in the forest; he actually has a very good memory. He currently has his own little 'lair' underneath a large dead oak tree in the middle of the forest; most of the objects in it would be considered junk by anyone else, however.

Imo avoids most other dragons; being so young, he has almost no standing with them. Occasionally (but not very often, due to the various risks) he does drop into the human and elf habitations on the edges of his forest for company. He's very lonely otherwise, but (rather childishly) refuses to return to his foster family and their lair.

((It seems a little short, but being so young he just hasn't done much yet...))

((I should scare you guys with some of my profiles for other rp's... I'd post, but I'm kinda emotionally drained right now fpr various reasons and I don't think it'd turn out very well. Maybe later tonight... I could start Imo off at the edge of the forest ready for a rare visit to town. That work for everyone?))