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| What do you think you'll be? |
| Werewolf / Lycanthrope / Shapeshifter |
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17% |
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| Vampire / Undead / immortal with a catch |
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20% |
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| Elf / Drow / immortal without a catch |
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| Dwarf / Gnome / Halfling |
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| Yokai / Tiefling / Demonkin / something very BAD |
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| Celestian / Aasimar / Angelkin / Something pretty awesome |
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| DRAGON!!! |
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| Minotaur / Centaur / Demi-human |
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5% |
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| Other / I saw it in a movie, so it COUNTS! |
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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 12:40 pm
((OOC: Sorry, having a bit of a writer's block with Lana and Santiael. I hope to post soon!))
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:00 pm
((OCC: 9 days and no new replys neutral ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:22 pm
[[waiting for blaidd...]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 12:14 pm
((OOC: I'm pretty much taxed for the holidays. I'll be back and ready to go on all three of the RP's on involved in once the chaos has moved on.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 3:23 pm
({[SOOooooo sorry. I've been swamped (Curses upon the world of retail.) I'm only going to be able to post this until the new year. Sorry again. . .]})
Tan led Beann back to the camp. He didn't really think much of what he had said had registered with her, considering the faraway look she had had, but something had changed. He suspected the forest had talked with her, and whose word would she believe more than the forest she had been devoted to protecting. Either way, better that she join them in some way. Tan didn't like having enemies behind him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:30 am
{{Well, I'd post something, but I can't make much headway without another character, which I may soon supply. I'm almost back, for all intents and purposes.}}
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 5:30 pm
Fey slowly stepped closer to the edge of the roof. He could faintly Hear The feline and The lady of the house moving around below. 'This us the daugheters room.' He thought to himself as he kneeled down listening to what has going on. The scent of the Feline crept back into his nostrals making him snort loudly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:41 pm
((anyone mind if I jump in and add myself to the mix? Haven't seen any posts from Arkann for awhile in the thread, so I thought I'd just post my bio and start playing, if that's alright.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:29 pm
(( I got no problem with it.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 9:03 am
User Name: ElusiveBreath Charactername: Reign (her "earthly" names, as angels do not have names the way we think of them) Gender: female Age: ageless Race: Angel. Known as Soul Stealers, they serve Death in the taking of Souls when someone dies. They are seen as ageless and beautiful, emotionless beings. They believe that fate has preordained everything, and there is no such thing as free will. Appearance:*she can appear with or without her wings, as she chooses.  Brief history: Reign was well-revered in the Heavens, until she refused to take the soul of a mortal she had come to care for. This person was instrumental in changing her belief system, showing her how important free will is, and causing her to make the first real choice of her existence. Death was furious, and she was cast down to live among mortals in ignominy and shame. Every moment she spends in the mortal world is painful to her, as she has loved ones in the afterlife. She has only been banished a short time and still struggles to come to terms with her new life. Personality: She seems cold and aloof, but in reality she simply doesn't know how to react to life in the mortal world. She is still learning about her own feelings and even her personality, since such things were unheard of before. Theme Song: Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 10:14 am
Beann held on to the hand of....Tan the Phoenix. Her rapture was fading fast, as was her connection with the forest. One by one, the voices of the animals and trees were hushed. It was like hearing underwater.
They walked back to the place where he had been sleeping and she laid down, curled up in a ball and slept.
She put her arm around Tan's limp body and swam with him to the crystal cave. There was waiting for him one last scintillating crypt and she eased him into his final resting place, kissing him gently. She stood back to watch the lights play on his skin and sighed.
She turned to the altar and found there a sword gleaming bright, lying on the top and written on the hilt the name Caledfwlch. She reached out to grasp it and fire engulfed the cave. She gasped and turned to flee, when she realized that she did not burn. She turned back and gazed at Tan, the source of the flames, dark and glowing in turns. He sat and stretched, as if awakening and gracefully eased himself from the crypt. He gazed at her and at last, she burned.
Bheann awoke with a start, her heart beating a ferocious rhythm against her ribcage. She sucked in deep draughts of cold air and strained to get her bearings. The sky was pale and thin in pre-dawn light. She closed her eyes to try to calm herself when she realized the forest wasn't bidding her "good morning". The emptiness consumed her and she wept.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 8:22 pm
Away from the forest where Vasilisa and her companions were located, a oddly shaped hut bounced on a chicken leg and settled down in a quiet glen. As the sun rose, a white rider came to the hut's small stable.
An old woman stood on the stoop, "That girl's got another think comin' if she think she can escape her debts by going to another world."
Vaslisa looked sadly at Beann, then went and put her arms around her, "Shh... the forest is still here," she said quietly with tears in her own eyes at the fae's pain. She looked up at the trees, "And it is still as beautiful as it was yesterday morning."
Vasilisa smiled, "Perhaps you would like something to eat. I have some honey and bread."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:27 pm
Light streaming in the semi-open window woke Reign. "Ugh..." she groaned, throwing an arm over her face to block out the sunshine. Every bone in her body ached, and she thought she might vomit. She hated these sensations, hated the way they felt and what they represented. As an Angel, she'd felt no earthly cravings for food and warmth, and had never before known nausea or pain. Now it seemed like that was all she knew. She still had her wings, and the gift of flight, but she could not make it back to the Heavens - she'd tried.
At least she knew the cause of her pain this time. The drugs were wearing off and she hadn't any more. She shuddered, burying her face in the pillow. Amarial was supposed to return at dawn with more of his "magic" - drugs that kept her in a fog and kept some of the longing at bay. By the sunlight streaming through the window, it was well past dawn. "Damn you, Amarial." She muttered, sitting up. That simple act was enough to send her head spinning, and she had to clench her jaw to keep from being sick. After a few moments, she felt like she could make it to the bathroom, so she forced herself up and across the small, rathole apartment.
In the bathroom, she stared blankly at herself in the mirror. Her dark eyes had hollows underneath them and her cheeks were gaunt. Her once lush black hair now hung in a stringy mess past her shoulders. She couldn't remember the last time she'd washed it. Her body had become achingly thin, and her bones stuck out at unnatural angles. There were bruises on her legs, and especially her arms. An old, dried up streak of blood ran down her forearm. These things she hardly noticed, only her wings caught her eye. Once pure white, they now looked dingy and gray. Feathers trailed behind her, reminders of what she had been. It hurt too much to look at them, so she closed her eyes and they vanished.
She thought she heard the door, but the sound was lost under the sounds of her own retching. Please let that be Amarial, she thought weakly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:15 pm
Tan knew. Being a creature of the cycle, he knew his place in many things. He knew his times and places to die. The very sun that was half of his heritage gave the knowledge of his own risings and settings (there were few ways a phoenix could truly pass from the cycle, a difference envied by many peoples). But not only that, but he knew when he met those who could, or would, send him to a new dawning. His was a long view of life an death, indeed neither was new to him. He didn't think to hold his passing against those who sent him along, but so far that had only happened once. His own cycle was more likely to bring about his end/beginning. So as it was, he also knew that his night was proportionate to his day, that is, the longer he lived the longer he slept and vice versa.
Beann's dream had touched him lightly. He knew she dreamed of him, and not happily. She dreamed of a passing for him, though it seemed not to be a true vision of his twilight. It was good that it was not. He had not slept all that long ago, so if he died now, he would re-birth within moments. A phoenix had no control of his power during a re-birth. Indeed, it was the truest and fullest expression of his power, and as such it was a mortal danger to those not born of the flame.
Tan did not care to guess what had been in the dream, as he only knew he had died there, not what had happened. Only two things could tell him that, and it wasn't worth the Oracle's price. Beann would tell what she would, and no more.
He gazed down at her. His perch was precarious, high in a tree in human form. He felt some protectiveness toward her, but not attachment. His action were in part because he felt in some way responsible for the recent and sudden changes in her life, not out of any attraction to her. The human form was nothing more than a convienience and held no particular facination to him. He supposed that as far as humanoids went, she was well purportioned, but he was far from the best judge of that, being at heart a bird. He did not like the idea of ruining a life that didn't deserve it, though if she had chosen enmity he would have had no qualms doing what he must.
All in all, he often found humans, elves, fey and the like to be very strange. Now he was inextricably bound to several, and it took no Oracle to tell him it was going to be confusing more often than not.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 10:11 pm
Miklós yawned as he sat up, this morning not as loud as the last, and smacked to himself as he scratched at the various parts of himself that felt like they needed scratching. Looking around the campsite with heavy lidded eyes, he took in the view. Vasilisa still remained, now in clothing more appropriate to travel. The newcomer, the forest fey that called herself Beann, lay curled near Vasilisa, her limbs held tight to her form. The look on her face was one of concern, though it was beginning to waver. When Miklós did not immediately see Tan, the firey stranger, his head shifted back and forth taking in the surrounding area. Still not seeing him, Miklós sniffed at the air. At first the scent wasn't there, but then a breeze shifted, and he caught a trace of it. Glancing up, his gaze found the man perched in a nearby tree. Grunting to himself, Miklós's hand raised as if to give a horn a tug, but his tiredness let his arm fall back to his side unsuccessful. Taking a deep breath, Miklós rolled forward and pushed himself to his feet. As he did his gut grumbled at him. The meat was satisfying, but the quantities that he had been consuming were not normal for a minotaur diet. And his bread ration that he had was going to need to last, if the four of them were going to be traveling together. As Miklós wandered over to a clup of ferns, the thought occurred to him that he had never travelled with a group, being the charming individual that he was. At least, he had not since his father had passed on. But definitely never with a group so eclectic as this one. And now here he was considering how he was going to keep them fed. Reaching the ferns, Miklós finds one of the largest, and with a single massive hand, reaches down to its base, and yanks the plant from the ground. Knocking the bulk of the dirt from the clump of roots, Miklós begins gnawing on the plant's leaves as he wanders back to his blankets. As Miklós approaches, he is startled as Beann shot up from where she lay. Miklós raised an eyebrow, but continued to his blankets and sat down. Taking another mouthful of frond Miklós slowed in mid-chew, glancing first at Beann, then down at the plant, and then back to Beann. The scene from the day before, when Tan had returned with a deer, came to his mind. Hurrying up to swallow the mouthful he has, Miklós hefts the plant slightly. "Don't suppose this is bothering you, is it?"
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