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Story Line - The human side
As the over crowded yellow school bus rolled along the country road, many students sighed in frustration against the over bearing weather. There was no way that they would make it in time to see the olympic torch fly through the small town of Shashville.

Earlier this morning all of them were crazy with excitement and didn't even notice the dark clouds that gathered in the distance. To see the olympic torch come through a neighboring town was a chance in a life time and the high school students knew that the weather was causing them to lose faith. Right when the students thought that nothing else could go wrong the bus started to make an unruling chokeing sound. The bus driver had no choice but to pull the bus over and force all the high school students onto the gravel of the roadside.

Getting soaked to the bone all of the students shivered and jumped when the lightning flashed and crashed. When one student called out to the others that their happened to be an old bridge ahead, so they all ran for the hopeful cover. This bridge was yet a simple bridge that helped the old road cross the nimble creek that wound its way north. Not much space could be found under its old stone arches but the students were grateful for any shelter from the on going storm. All of them huddled together not even thinking about the fact of indecentcy. Alot of them noticed the door at the same time, pointing it out to the other students. It was yet a square door simple in many ways, along with a beautiful door knob.

They still dont recall who opened the door first or even who steped through the darkness first. They only know that it called to them, that shadow, that wonderful darkness. Every single one, even down to the smallest freshman followed suit until they reached the other side. The door closed, slowly shifted away until no presence could be found. The land of Earth was lost forever for this small group of teenagers, and they still were in shock.

For the land they came to was much more colorful than the simple green they were used to. For the sky was pink with the same white fluffy clouds they were used to and green had a whole diffrent look to it than that of the boring plants of Earth. This land was wickedly gorgeous, and words could not even explain its beauty. It was untamed by construction, and looked as if no one had seen this sight before. Only if they knew, only if they looked close enough would they see that they were being watched. Watched by a simplistic creature just as smart, if not smarter. A creature that called themselfs Green folk, a creature human knew only in myths. The students were being watched by the rulers of the land, the Elves.

Story Line - The Elf side
As San and Sun were high in the sky the elves dashed faster ever calling that their tribe needed food. They knew the best places where they could collect food and only took from the forest what they needed to survive. It was law that they could only eat that of the ground and any other living thing must be watched over or ignored. The animals lived their lives not bothering the elf folk and they lived their lives helping and watching over their beautiful home. The magnificent forest of Eloush. Many things were watched like boundarys of their village. They could never surpass their line and so did the folk on all other sides watch their boundary. Harmony was the key and because of their long lifes did they keep it intack. They didn't wish for power they wished for grace, for beauty, and for the care of Eloush. Life was magnificent and nothing could change their way of living it. What they didn't know was that a group of young stundents would stumble onto their land and change their lives forever.

Collecting the sweet green moss of the tanner tree, did they notice wierd voices crowding the forest. Curious the group of young elves silently dashed to investagate, they were forever suprised to see the big group of beings that stood before them. They were all wearing the clothes of their ancestors and each seemed to have a leathal weapon. However upon sharp gaze did they notice that they had small flat rounded ears that had no resemblence of their own, along with dull colored eyes. Each of the elves had original eyes that changed color due to their mood. These creatures eyes did not change and it flustered every thought the elves had. Who could they be? These creatures of flat ears?

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White List -
For all the happy people that make me feel all fuzzy inside! heart

Black List -
For all the evil people that make me want to strangle them! heart

Profiles -

Students ~


Username - Destinyswish
Name - Haylin Flash
Grade - 11 ~ Junior
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Weapon - A beautiful metal Saber, that came along with a small leather belt and a simple scabbered that the Saber could slide into sleekly.
Magick Type - That of Air
Personality - Haylin is a caring, strong willed honest person. She looks out for her friends and helps with any problem that may come up. Haylin has been self drivin all her life to be the best she can be. This causes her to always have a positive additude and never long depressed. Though Haylin may be strong willed, she has alot of probems when it comes to guys. She is constantly afraid of how she looks and ever worried on what they think of her. Talking to guys seems to be an ever longing process that never gets anywhere. However, when she does to talk to someone she will be true to her feelings and honest. She would never back out of anything, nor accept defeat. Guys just gave her abit of trouble.
Bio - Haylin grew up in a large family that always worked as a team. They were constanly encouraging her to do her best and to live life to its fullest. Haylin got her happy-go-lucky additude from her parents and helped it grow in her six younger brothers and sisters. Haylin is also Guard captian to one of the best Color Guards in the nation. Last year her team was ranked first in the nation, in their division. Color Guard was her life and in no way would she ever stop doing it. Her dream was to get her Guard be the best in the world. In event she was skilled in dance along with twisting her body. She had to be according Color Guard included being able to toss six foot poles, a fake rifle at least seven complete spins, and a saber in which she was most talented at tossing. She was most known for her incredible Saber toss of ten complete spins while catching at a perfet flat. She had worked with a Saber half her life causing her to fall in love with the simple piece of equipment. Haylin also had another love and it was backpacking, almost every other weekend she would go out with a group and trek on all kinds of trails. During the summer she went out for weeks at a time hiking far out into the wilderness. She has learned many ways of survival, and was very good at camping in the outdoors. Her farthest hike she had ever done in one day was eighteen miles at a five thousand incline. Haylin is fit and determined in every thing she has ever set her mind on.
Apperance - (Before the Door)
Apperance -(After the Door)
Status- - Active

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User Name - Purified Ace
Name - Luke Sanders
Grade - 12 ~ Senior
Age - 18
Gender - Male
Weapon - 4.5ft Rapier, "Bloodlust Blade"
Magick Type - That of Fire
Personality - He's a pretty content and laid back, relaxed guy. He's known to be happy and make jokes with erally bad punch lines, but his passion truly comes out when he has a foil in hand.
Bio - While others were in the "actual" sports, Luke was in the small and fairly unpopular Fencing team. His lack of popularity at first bothered him a bit, but he eventually grew to accept it. One of the few who really didn't care he was out in the rain when they were forced off the bus, he was merely annoyed he had to stand for that period of time. Upon the group entering the door, he at first thought it pretty dumb to enter this door to seemingly no where...but then his curiosity got the best of him, and he joined his fellow students.
Apperance - (Before the Door)
Apperance - (After the Door)((Without the mask))
Status- Active


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User Name –Mei Mahou
Name – Valerye Elwry
Grade –9 ~ Freshman
Age – 14
Gender – Female
Weapon – A tall sturdy bo staff that measures out to 5'5". It has a purple orb on the top.
Magick Type – That of Earth
Personality – Valerye is very picky, and usually has a lot to say. She tends to be more pessimistic than optimistic, and is all the more prepared that way. Because Valerye guards herself, and her words, she doesn’t make many friends. She’s loyal, stubborn, is sometimes prideful, and is very creative.
Bio – Valerye is skilled at all kinds of martial arts. Her father, who started teaching her since she could walk, had always been a big part of her busy life. Her mother always supported her in her passion for knowledge, and Valerye has become sort of balanced in that way. She's known for her strong kicks, and sometimes, sharp tongue. She doesn't keep many friends, and after transferring to a new school, she was left all alone. Valerye always looks for a chance to prove herself, and become distinguished. Not only is she devoted to her studies and her martial arts, but she also pursues a musical talent
Appearance – (Before the door)
Appearance – (After the door)
Status- Very Active


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User Name - Iesumi
Name - Terra Donovan
Grade - Junior
Age - 17 (going on eighteen)
Gender - Female
Weapon - Mystic Staff (has a floating/glowing orb on top)
Magick Type - That of Earth
Personality - She's very agreeable most of the time and most of the time very outspoken. Although she has a sparkling personality her feet are firmly planted on the ground and she has a good grip on reality. She truly is a very free spirited person. Though she won't stand for any sort of drama or injustice.
Bio - Terra is the youngest of her family but her and her older brother get along quite well. She's always looked up to him and all through her life he's been nothing but an encouragement. When she was first starting out in elementary school she was picked on alot by other kids and hadn't been quick to make friends. But her brother defended her since by that time he was well into middle school and wasn't afraid to deck anyone that might mess with his little sister, though he did get in trouble for it a few times. Ever since she was a little girl she's been drawing and sketching and painting on whatever she might get her hands on. Her passions as she grew seemed to always lean towards the fine arts and she dipped her toes in just about all of them. But theatre, choir and art always stood apart for Terra. She loves music and got most of her taste from her older brother and her mom. Terra's creative side shined through no matter what she seemed to do. She used to sit out in her family's garden and sketch the various flowers or trees, since nature was her favorite muse after sketching people and faces. Or if she wasn't drawing she would just sit and watch the sunset with her friends or family.
When the door appeared she was tossled in the middle of the shivering and soaking wet group of students, but the crapped motion of the crowd didn't have to try too hard to get her to walk through that door.
Apperance - Before the Door
Apperance - After the Door
Status- Very Active





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User Name - ecari
Name - Rylee Hayden
Grade - 11
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Weapon - Simple katana with a gold ring for the cross gaurd
Magick Type - That of Fire
Personality - Rylee has a kind and quiet personality that makes her appear shy to those who don't know her. However, once she gets to know others, she can be loud and hyperactive. She is a very intelligent, organized person and speaks her mind when she needs to.
Bio - Rylee was introduced to martial arts at a young age and, after becoming proficient in a few forms, later went into kendo to learn the art of the sword. She fell in love with the practice and has been increasing her abilities for years and has recently become a master. Rylee interests include writing and drawing and she loves to play soccer.
Apperance (Before the door) - Rylee
Apperance (After the door) - Rylee
Status- very active



Elves -

User name - Destinyswish
Name - Laenoria Isaima (goes by Lae)
Age - 178 Elf Years (Almost 18 human years)
Gender - Female
Village - Bredia
Weapon - Bow and Arrows (as seen in picture)
Magick Type - That of Fire
Personality - Tolerant and seren Lae far reaches the most mystical of the Bredia. Lae is caring and has a very strong will that results in her sometimes even butting in when she shouldn't. Though she is very soft spoken and quiet what she does say will have much importance. She believes that being honest is most important and will always tell you the truth no matter what it means. Although Lae may be honest she tend to hurt elves when she tells them the blunt truth. Along with honesty she belives that living a long healty life is due key in her survival. However, Lae has trouble being one on one with another elf, expecially if that person happens to be a guy. She is always awfully worried about what shes saying because of al the past elves she has hurt. This tends to make her clam up not saying much at all.
Bio - Lae lived a full hundered and fifty years with her father in a big one roomed tree house. Her mom died when she was born a common thing that happens to young elf mothers. As such she often helped her dad making bows for the community of Bredia. Every afternoon she would go and collect flexable strong wood that could be used for making bows. She was still in the process of learning how to create beautiful details and shaping the wood into bows. Her father being the master bow man of the village made it so she loved archery. She actually got her wonderful bow from her dad when she turned one-hundered and fifty. Much of the time she spends working on her archery skills, though still she works with her ability of fire. When she turned a hundred and fifty she moved out from her familes tree house into a smaller yet more quiet house twords the end of the village. She still workes with her dad to master her bow making abilites and spends time with him selling his bows at the local market place. She is lonely alot of the time because she has yet to find an elf that would court her. She has fantistic daydreams that make her think maybe he shall come from another territory. Hopeful stupid daydreams and she does realize this. Being the bow elfs only daughter it is said for her to continue the tradition of creating bows for the village. Though Lae likes the idea, she is unsure if its the thing she wishes to spend the rest of her life doing. Unsure of how her life is to turn out, Lae hopes for a change that will show her the way.
Apperance - -Lae-
Status- Active


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User name - Marael
Name - Maraelia Rivka (goes by Marael)
Age - 215 (around 21 in human years)
Gender - Female
Village - Wisatia
Weapon - Pair of matching short swords in either hand. They are usually strapped to her back with a special kind of bandolier.
Magick Type - That of Water
Personality - Maraelia is very independent and tends to be rather reckless. She has a strong sense of honor and has been known to go out of her way to lend aid to complete strangers, only to disappear when the harm has past often without introductions or thank you's. She is not very good at talking to people, generally, although she has a very comical sense of humor. She is very loyal and very protective of her friends, probably because she has so few.
Bio - Maraelia's parents were killed when she was a small child, and she was raised by her whole village, bouncing around from one family to the next as room allowed. At the age of 120 she was granted a house of her own and has been living by herself since that time. Since she has no family and is so independent, she has no problems with bending and breaking rules for good causes or for a break in monotony. She has always been a bit of a loner and knows the forest like the back of her hand from her many wanderings. She loves music and plays the harp and has a beautiful voice, although she is very shy about it.
Apperance -~Maraelia~
Other - Pet Panther ~

Name: Gaebrial (nicknamed Gabe)
Gender: Male
Species: Black Panther
Personality: Gaebrial is very protective of Maraelia and has been her longtime companion since she saved him from drowning as a kitten. He and Marael understand each other perfectly from being together so long. He will follow her lead wherever she goes. He is very playful and exceedingly athletic and strong. He loves swimming as well.

Status- Active

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User name - silver_death01
Name - Ichnel (eek-nell)
Age - 197 (18-19 physically)
Gender - Male
Village - Bredia (Shalondia by birth)
Weapon - Spiked Chain, Dagger
Magick Type - of the Earth
Personality - Ichnel is very, and I put a MAJOR emphasis on very, sweet person. He loves to make things grow (he has a huge garden), and he also tries to help others whenever he can. He's playful, courteous, flirtatious, and quiet. He rarely gets mad, but when he does, he can be pretty intimidating (what with him being 6'6"). He loves to try new things and play with new ideas.
Bio - Ichnel is a dark elf who was born in the village of Shalondia, a fact he is ashamed of. Ever since he was little, he was different from the others of his village. While he was taught to hate all other forms of life and to be "superior", he discovered a knack for growing things as a child and it taught him to appreciate life.
When he was about 126 (12 physically) his 'garden' was discovered and Ichnel was nearly beaten to death for it. His family, in an effort to correct his ways, trained him in the killing arts, intending for Ichnel to become a fierce warrior for the village. Ichnel hated it. This training continued until Ichnel was about 171-ish. During a battle, Ichnel turned on the warriors of Shalondia, slaying many. Covered in blood, and other various...erm gory bits, he pledged his allegiance to the elves of Bredia, and any others in the aid of defense against the dark elves.
To this day, Ichnel absolutely refuses to kill, and hates to fight. He'll train any who wish to learn, wether it be in Earth Magick or wielding a spiked chain or a dagger. Many of the Elves in Bredia and the surrounding Elven Villages still don't trust him, a fact he is hoping to slowly change. From his own experience, Ichnel does his very best not to judge other solely by their appearance. He finds the new arrivals fascinating and wants to know more about them.
Apperance - You can't fully see it in the picture, but Ichnel is a whoping 6 feet, 6 inches tall (I made him shorter than his original hight). He has wiry muscle and a willowy figure. His eyes for the most part stay a pale white color, but they do change with his moods like other elves.
Ichnel
Status- Very active


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User name - Iesumi
Name - Emmiadora Diami (Goes by any variation of her name)
Age - 177 (Very nearly 18 in human years)
Gender - Female
Village - Bredia
Weapon - Blade staff, about as tall as she is with a glittering crescent-shaped blade on the end with three rubies embedded into the bottom.
Magick Type - That of Fire
Personality - Emmia is as wild as the magick she commands. She is feirce and outspoken and full of compassion for others. She tends to worry too much about the well-being of others and forgets to take care of herself. Emm is full of life and always ready for something new. However, she's not afraid to tell you off if she feels you've stepped out of line. But sometimes she doubts herself and is afraid to let others see her pain.
Bio - Born in Shalondia, Emmia has grown up knowing what the darkest forms of evil look like. Her father was of the dark tribe and had convinced her mother, Shinai, to come live with him in his territory after their marriage. Shinai was of the Bredia village and due to her decision to go with the one she loved, she has been looked down upon by the rest of the village. The other men of the Shalondia territory were so disgusted by Shinai's presence, and the very idea of them having a child, that they killed Emmia's father for his treachory. Shinai fled back to Bredia for both Emmia's and her own life, and by the grace of the forest, found a cozy tree with a room just big enough to raise Emmia. For 140 years this was how they lived, together, until Emmiadora was old enough to live on her own and perfect her powers. She inherited her father's Blade staff and his fire magick and was excited to have it as her reminded of her father's sacrifice for her and her mother's life. The village could no longer shun their small family when they saw what promise of power lay within Emmia. The girl grew to be a beautiful thriving elf of great power, and is known for it throughout the territories. Though, she still feels a bit alone at times, hoping for someone to care for and be cared for by.
Apperance - Emmia
This may be her regular apperance but during a full moon, however, Emmia changes into someone almost completely different than herself. Due to her Shalondian father's blood, once the full moon's light reachs Emmia's skin her bloodline reacts and she transforms into Shasta. Her armor is normally a mystic orange to match her eyes.
Status- Active


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User name - chewylove
Name - Jao Rahjir
Age - 204 (19-20 physically)
Gender - Male
Village - Shalondia
Weapon - A master of healing, Jao relies almost entirely on his magick to defend himself. When it comes to battle he calls upon what he had dubbed the "hand of flesh", an uncanny ability to simutaneously open every old wound an opponent ever had. He too can call blood from fresh wounds, bleeding a foe so far as to the death.
Magick Type - That of Healing
Personality - Moody and serious, Jao is the tall, dark and handsome type, with an added amout of cynicism. Unfortunately for him, he is also a complete loser with the ladies. He immediately becomes tongue-tied and looses all coherency whenever a woman is around. The poor guy is constantly falling in love, but doesn't even have a clue.
Bio - Jao was raised in Shalondia, amongst a number of greatly renowned warriors. As soon as it became apparent that his magick was rooted in healing, his elders encouraged him to travel abroad where his talents wouldn't be wasted.
Luckily, Jao stumbled across an old master and apprenticed with him for many years, before finally surpassing her. He now spends his time traveling from place to place offering his services as both a healer and a mercenary.
Apperance - Jao
Status- Questionable?

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User name - silver_death01
Name - Caranthir Séregon
Age - 969 (looks about late 50's...he aged well)
Gender - Male
Village - Bredia
Weapon - Staff with a simple but elegant oak leaf carved into the top
Magick Type - That of Air
Personality - Marches to his own beat and never acts his age. He'll also tell it like it is, even if you don't want to hear it. Very open-minded and erm...let's just say he likes the female physique.
Bio - Caranthir is one of the oldest elves alive as well as one of the most lively. He was born and raised in Bredia and was the second son of three in his family. His grandfather was alive during the time that humans existed in the elves' world and as such told his grandchildren all about his best friend (who was human) and the human's culture. While Caranthir was saddened by the humans' destructive nature (his siblings were appalled), he was fascinated by the day to day lives of humans. Although he has never met a human, it is one of Caranthir's fondest wishes to do so.
He became the Village Elder when he turned 900 (the previous elder had died shortly before). Because of his open-mindedness and easy aceptance of other cultures, he wasn't at all perturbed to welcome Ichnel into Bredia. Caranthir was well aware of the treachery of the Dark Elves, but he knew that one loyal to them would not kill so many of their own during a battle, for they needed all the warriors they could get. At first, he treated Ichnel with indifference, but after he got to know the boy, they soon became close friends.
And as for fighting and such, Caranthir is probably the strongest Air Magick user currently and he's wickedly handy with his staff. He's not as strong as he used to be, but good luck trying to hit him in a fight as he uses his Air Magick to increase his speed.
His personal quote is "I'll never be old but I'll always be bold...and enjoy the local nightlife."
Apperance - Coming soon to a screen near you! (I'm drawing it) For now, he has mostly white hair with some red still in it and merry purple eyes. He stands about 5'8" (he used to be taller) and has waaaaay more bounce to his step for someone his age ought to have. He has pale skin. And despite being ancient, he doesn't smell like an old person, infact if you were to hug him, he's smell very much like the air does after a thunderstorm.

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User name - silver_death01
Name - Tathar Telperien
Age - 138 (looks 13)
Gender - Male
Village - Graensia
Weapon - Wit and 2 dirks
Magick Type - does not use magick
Personality - Very self-confident, hates to lose, protective of those he cares for, has a michevious and curiousity streak a mile wide. Can be very sarcastic.
Bio - Tathar was born and raised in Graensia and is the eldest son of one of Graensia's finest blacksmiths. He is one of the few elves that was born without the ability to use magick and as such, delved into the art of weaponry making. He has a love for all weapons and can easily spot one of master-work quality a mile away. He's considered somthing of a blacksmith protégé as he was able to forge masterwork quality when he was about 100 years old. But because of that and his lack of magick, he's had to deal with jealousy of other weapon makers, the uneasiness his father feels around him, and the teasing of others his age for not having magick. For the most part, Tathar hides his pain behind a smirk and a wisecrack, but truth be told, he just wants to a normal elf. Not that he'll admit it of course.
When Tathar discovered he could create weapons of finer quality than his father, he decided to travel to not only get away from his village, but also to pick up new ways to make weaponry. He's very direct and to the point, as well as a little naïve to the ways of adults (sexual jokes go way over his head). To Tathar, weaponry is weaponry, even if it was made by a Dark Elf. He doesn't hate them per say, but he'd trust them about as far as he could throw the mountain that Graensia village is in.
Tathar specializes in fighting with two long dirks that he forged himself. One is imbued with Fire Magick and the other with Water Magick. To make up for his small stature, he's trained himself to extremely fast for his size and to use his upper arm strength and his dirks' leverage to his advantage. Tathar is by no means a master fighter. Yet.
Apperance - Coming soon to a screen near you! (drawing currently a WIP) To hold you over, Tathar has long blonde hair he keeps in a messy que and light aqua eyes. He's about 5'2", has semi-pale skin, and dresses in whatever happens to be clean. He has a slender figure but has very developed arms which make his body appear odd.

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User name - Draywin848
Name - Raizer Hunter (Raiz)
Age - 184 (just over 18 human years)
Gender - Male
Village - Graensia
Weapon - A long sword and bow and arrow
Magick Type - That of fire
Personality - Raiz is incredibly stubborn from time to time and very strong willed. He is very rash in his judgements and thinks with his heart more than his head. He is very comical and lighthearted most of the time but when he needs to be he can be serious and caring especially for his friends to whom he has a sense of unwavering loyalty.
Bio - His parents died when he was only 64 (6 in human years) and has grown up to be very independant because of that, since he was 149 (15 physically) he has been travelling around Eloush exploring and learning all about its landscape.Though born in Graensia he does not call any village of Eloush home anymore but sees himself as a traveller.
Apperance - Raizer

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User name - chewylove
Name - Ammon Rahjir
Age - 214 (19-20 physically)
Gender - Male
Village - Shalondia
Weapon - Single handed sword, extensive knowledge of pressure points
Magick Type - That of Healing
Personality - Stereo-typically Shalondian, Ammon is cold and haughty with a bitter minded attitude. He prefers to associate with only fellow Shalondians, rather than elves of the 'lower' races.
Bio - Ammon is Jao's elder half brother on their mother's side, born of the village Elder. The Elder adopted Jao at the death of the brothers' mother though, leading to a unhealhy struggle between the two for inheritance of the position of village Elder.
The Elder passed away recently, and to Ammon's rage, named Jao as his successor. Ammon now travels to hunt down whom he has dubbed 'the usurper', an elf he sees as weak willed and incapable of carrying on the Rahjir name and all that Shalondia stands for.
Apperance - Ammon
Other - Due to some abnormal gene, Ammon's red eye color does not change.


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User name - Wolven_Darkness
Name - Thayli
Age -160 (16 human years)
Gender - Male
Village - Wisatia ( Shalondia by birth)
Weapon - A longsword, a b*****d sword, and a double curved longbow.
Weapon descriptions- The longswords blade is black with runes running up the blade on both sides. The hilt is detachable, and inside the hilt (which is hollow) there is a chain attached to a solid ring in the middle of the hilt. What this is for, is that if while fighting, Thayli were to say a phrase he was tought, the blade would pop out of the hilt, and the blade it's self would split into seven peices, all connected by the chain, letting him use it as an extremly effective whip.
The b*****d sword has only one thing unique about it, and that is the gem resting in the hilt. Thayli was told, that in that gem, rested the spirit of phoenix, and when in dire need, the phoenix would aid him. Thayli has yet to see if what he was told was myth or truth.
The longbow is different in it's own sense. Instead of it curving like a "C", it curves, starting at one end, up, then down slightly where the hand grip is, then up again, then down to the other end. Kind of like a slightly flat lower case "m". The other thing that makes this longbow different, is that all along the shaft of the bow there were runes, and it was made of ebony wood.
Magick Type - that of water
Personality - Thayli is sometimes quick to judge, but rather easy to get along with. If given the chance, he would try to befriend the person that he just finished battling.
Bio - Thayli grew up around his father in Shalondia Territory, his father teaching him combat and meditation mostly. While other Shalondians tought and were tought to kill, Thayli's father was one of the few who saw the error behind that. Yet, one Shalondia Clan thougth that they had to exterminate any "Rebels" as they called Thayli's father. On Thayli's 110 nameday (birthday) Thayli's father was assinated, and Thayli was outcast. Taking the three weapons his father tought him to use, Thayli set off. As he traveled, he learned from many wizards (who were demonstrating their abilites for money) how to utilize fire Magick, and he quickly became a pyro. When he first arrived in Wisatia Territory, he had entered un-invited, and was forced to use his fire magick to defend himself. Unfourtionatly, many of the trees around him went up in a blaze that almost cost Thayi's life. After that event, Thayli had begged the village elder to teach him water Magick. After a month or two, Thayli had learnt all the elder was able to teach, and stuck to using water Magick since
Apperance - ~.:Thayli:.~
Status- Active



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Plants only found in the Forest of Eloush~

Starberries: Bright yellow star-shaped berry. Tastes like strawberries and peaches.

Redbells: Dark red flower shaped like a lily. It makes nectar that can be used as a sweetener to most foods and, if boiled properly, the petals make great snacks. They taste similar to vanilla. The flower itself smells like a sugary vanilla. (Girls seem to like it for some reason)

Moonsquash: A silver colored gourd that only grows in the dark. Tastes like squash and butter

Ice Lettuce: Light blue lettuce. Tastes like regular lettuce with a slightly smoky aftertaste.

Marillaow: Blue tomato-like plant. Tastes similar to V-8 juice. Mostly used in conjunction with Ice Lettuce

Fire’s Heart: A fiery red plant that looks like a hibiscus flower. The center of the flower is a light blue and then goes to white, to yellow, to orange, and finally to scarlet which is the primary color. It’s a symbol of good will, compassion, and new beginnings. Fire’s Heart smells like embers during the spring and fall and like a small bon fire during the summer. It doesn’t bloom in the winter. It is one of the key components for healing potions.

Blackbell: A black flower shaped like a carnation. Its seeds are ground and used as pepper. If you boil the petals, they make a great seasoning. If you freeze the petals and then grind them up, it makes for some nasty smelling powder. Great for blowing into an opponent’s face. (It basically works as Mace)

Crescentber: This world’s cucumber only it’s a silvery white color and only grows in the dark

Howler Tree: Large trees that are similar to Oak trees only bigger. The leaves are brown year round except during the winter when they fall off. The bark is used for healing potions, spells, and the nasty tasting healthy tea that’s supposedly good for you.

Wolf’s Tear: A clear tear shaped pod that grows off Howler trees. Its seeds, surprisingly, taste like and have the consistency of chicken. Many elves use this for a meat substitute.


Karkella’s Vengeance: A deadly purple vine that likes to grow in moist, sunny places. It’s basically the weed from hell as it typically eats other plants. If they don’t feed for a certain amount of time, however, they pretty much eat anything that moves. A dark elf sorceress created them in attempt to raid and overthrow a village she was attacking. Kark’s Vine (its nickname) hates wind.

Freezdrop: A grape-like plant that produces medium sized vivid pink/purple…well…grapes. They taste like regular grapes but with a slightly cold tang. If they’re frozen, they make great cold treats for a hot day. They aren’t used for wines however. If they were, the wine would probably taste like liquid cotton candy. XP Ick.

Moonsgrace: Despite the name, this is one ugly looking plant. At its best, it looks like a withered tan-ish rose. The petals are lethally poisonous, easily killing anyone that eats them within a few hours. The symptoms are shallow breathing and blue nails (which means you have a severe lack of oxygen). The cure, however, lies within this flower’s stem. The stem of Moonsgrace is the final component of a healing potion. Its stem can also be used to make a poultice that eases and heals bruises. This flower symbolizes neutrality.

Katznin: This plant is pretty much this world’s Cat o’Ninetails. It grows alongside bodies of water and is mostly used for cooking and clothing. When it’s cooked, it’s similar to rosemary and bay leaves. When it blooms, the cottony substance it poofs out is collected and then used with other materials to make soft clothing.


Dragon Lily: A vivid emerald colored lily. They are prized as ‘watch dogs’ for houses, gardens, and pretty much anything. Because the plants are magical, they can understand most speech but they are unable to speak themselves. They can grow from about 2 to 3 feet in height. They have sharp edges along their petals that can clamp down to ‘bite’. They received their name from their emerald color and bright red center and also from the effect their bite causes. If bitten by a Dragon Lily, the wound feels as if it’s on fire for a few hours. They aren’t poisonous, but walking into a wild patch of them would be a very painful experience. They eat both plants (weeds) and animals (mostly small rodents).

Purple-ish Green Paste: A pain reliever/poultice Ichnel developed by mixing several plants together. It smells nasty (think burnt garbage) but it does do its intended purpose: sealing wounds and lessening pain. Ichnel hasn't come up with a name for it yet.

Dawn’s Fall: A carnation shaped flower that is colored like the Dawn, it’s namesake. It’s golden in the center then as the colors radiate outwards, it goes to gold to rosy pink, to light violet, to blue, to deep indigo. It’s a very rare flower that only grows where the ground has either been touched by or infused with powerful Earth Magick. On its own, Dawn’s Fall is like any other flower, albeit incredibly beautiful and rare. But if you pick it and use it in a poultice or potion, it can make anything whole again. Loose an arm? Grown back! Got a fatal wound? Completely healed! There are very few places this plant will grow and a very, very, select few know where it is.


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Lae awoke to the morning breeze that silently floated through her tree house window. Yawning, she streatched her arms and gracefully slipped out of her many coverlets that incased her during her sleep. She knew that she looked horrible after a good nights sleep like that one. Her deep red curls out of place along with a drowsy look upon her face. Going across the room rubbed her eyes and looked at small secection of dress choices she had. Hmmm not that one, nor that one, I want simplistic today. After much debate she picked a simple dark red dress that matched the color of her hair. Now grateful she finally made a desision she quickly shifted her flimsy night gown off and gathered the pretty dress to put over her head. Dumping it over her small slim frame she smiled while looking in mirror. Thats more like it! Simple yet does the job. While looking in the mirror she saw that her eyes were changing from their normal green to the gorgeous aqua color of happy. Thats the thing about elves you can always tell their mood by their eyes! In the happy mood that she was in she knew today would be better than the norm. Quietly humming Lae finished getting ready and wisked herself out of her home. Shifting her gaze up at sky, she saw that San was almost up over the mountains and Sun was alreadly a fifth over the sky. What a pretty morning, I'm bound to find some great bow wood today!

Heading off to the training arena with her bow and quiver full of arrows she continued to hum quietly to herself. I could never start a day without shooting off a few arrows she thought. That would result in the most awful day! Arriving at the arena she glanced around. Good not many people are around this morning, meaning I get to shoot off arrows in silent peace. Yay! Setting herself in a very stable stance she drew back a light arrow and picked her mark. The bulls eye. Letting the arrow fly she smiled when it hit is usual mark. Arrow after arrow she let fly all hitting the usual bulls eye. She moved to the next room where the targets were sut up on strings ever moving since the Air mage set them up that way. It made it harder to hit a bulls eyes but she still hit center every time. Happy after a good days pratice she ran home to her little paradise up in her small tree room. Ah breakfast time!

After breakfast was cooked and demolished Lae decided now was the time she should go out and collect good bow wood. Grasping her own bow and quiver for protection Lae set off to the North East where the best bow wood could be found among the Bredia territory. Following the trails to the area was easy she did that almost everyday now. The fact was finding the perfect branch to ask from the tree, getting the tree to let her have the branch was another matter all together. Lets just say these trees liked their strong bending branches. Tanner trees had to be so difficult..... Hmmm, none here, nor any over there. Shoot I could have sworn I saw a nice branch growing around here last month....


"Where, the heck are we?!"
"How should I know!"
"Oh, shut up guys! Well find a way home soon....I hope."

Voices....they had the most wierd accents too. They must be travelers! Yeah, from a diffrent territory, but they shouldn't be here! They didn't ask for acess, how come the boundary guards let them through? Something really fishy is going on here, She thought setting her arrow into place on her bow. Following the sound of the unusal voices Lae hid behind the trees getting her fist look at them. What in Eloush are they!?!

Though Jeni was not too keen on the idea of going through the door, all her friends were going through and Jeni did not want to put them at risk. As the last person to step through she had the last view of the world they were born before the door shut.
She suddenly realised she had changed, instead of her usual black and black tracksuit she was wearing a dress, a lilac and dusky pink dress at that.
"Ok, now I'm worried." she muttered.
She looked at her hands and feet and felt slightly compensated, she was wearing brown leather gloves which went halfway towards her elbows. On the hands of the gloves were several small metal panels and the knuckles were slightly raised, and almost spiked. She tested these 'spikes' against her left palm and smiled when she realised these were proper gauntlets.
On her feet she was wearing simple slip on shoes in the same pink as the dress, a pair of black stockings which reached her thighs and over her shoes was a kick edge. A simple metal overshoe with a T shaped Blade across the Toe and going up the length of the foot, there was also a small heel blade, this was the type of gear that would suit her fighting style very well, even the dress seemed like it would be easy to move in.
She looked round and was relieved to see all her friends, but they had also changed, and they all had weapons.
She went over to her friend Haylin and tried to to laugh when she saw her friend, knowing she too was wearing something she would never dream of.
"Well, at least it's not raining." she said, trying to find something positive about the situation
"I'm not gonna bother asking what happened, I doubt any of us will know the answer." she paused, "Lets just hope anyone we meet is friendly. This may seem odd, but I'm not sure I want to get into a fight, this is all too wierd to put people at risk."

Zachary had been startled to say the least. He was very confused as to how he had ended up standing in front of some suspicious door that had suddenly materialized after their bus had decided to randomly break down. He merely blinked when a bunch of his classmates opened the door and pushed him inside.

As soon as he stumbled into the door he yelped and feel down. Once he stood up he quickly noticed the sudden change in scenery and clothing. ‘What the…?’ he thought to himself frowning a bit. Everyone’s outfits were so strange. Heck, everyone looked quite different from his or her usual selves. He blinked before gazing down at his own attire. He adorned a simple white dress-up shirt, some black pants, and a plain-looking pair of black shoes. ‘Am I going to a dinner party or something?’ he thought to himself amused.

He sighed before combing a hand through his hair. He froze. 'Wait... It doesn't feel like the same spiky mess as usual,' he thought frowning to himself. He quickly spotted a puddle and glanced down to see his own reflection. His eyes widened as he noticed that his clothes weren't the only thing that changed. 'I got my ears pierced...?' he thought to himself disbelievingly.

He glanced at everyone else. They seemed just as confused as he was. Zachary sighed. ‘Might as well see what happens next,’ he thought to himself boredly as he sat down on a nearby stump. “I wonder if I’m just dreaming…” Zachary questioned to himself with a far-away look in his eyes.