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What if the demora where never stopped and the took over. well here is the story the kings son has been murder. the dragon fires are still out, demons and monsters roam the land .and the hero has been captured is there eny hope?there is one and his name is arkos his image was seen in a ruin and they believe he is the holy one.he is to stop this dark time and bring light and take the throne .

ok just so you don't pound me for my typing im not good at it.

rules

no god moding

keep it pg 13

romance is allowed

don't cyber

you cant dodge every thing

and powerpla

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race:/oh you can be demora/
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name:arkos
age:20
race:dark elf
weapon:2 long swords
job:hero
class:assassin
bio: the people call him the holy one from a image in a ruin that a group found he is believed to stop all of this and take the throne.
image:

some one post!

Raesha ran through the forest. Her target was getting away. She picked up her speed, dodging trees and bushes. She kept her eye on the target and drew her bow. She let a arrow go. It went straight through his chest. She smiled and ran over to him, taking back her arrow and putting it in her quiver, then she ran to the left. She looked up at the sky through the trees. Her foot hit something and she went flying. "wooooooahhh!" She exclaimed. Then she hit the ground, tumbling, then coming up on her two feet. She looked around. A man was sitting by the fire and zombie dogs surrounded him, and now her since she landed right by him. "oops..." She whispered., slowly drawing her shortsword and putting her bow away. 'I didn't mean for that to happen. Stupid log." She whis[ered. "So hows bout we kill theses things already."

Raesha smiled and pulled out her daggers. She swung them around then jumped at one, slicing it's neck. Then she hit another one, cutting down it's spine.

Raesha spun around, cutting down one Demora, her tattered red skirt flying around her. "I'm looking for a man they call Arkos, and I had a few Marks in this area." She said, dodging another Demora and dissapearing into the shdows. The Demora fell by two cuts down his legs and one across the back of his neck. She appeared from the shadows, her blades doing a deadly dance as she took on two more Demora. The moonlight reflect off her ebony skin and white hair, making her dance of death evn more beautiful. Her right and left hand did two diffrent things at once as one constantly cut up, down, and slashed, as the other did the opposite, like they had minds of their own. Raesha just stood in the middle of it, her feet moving in time to the blades. She was smiling as she fought the two and it was very obvious that she'd trained for many years.

((nice job makeing yourself the main dude. always loved when people like the limelight. *sarcastic* but seriosly whats the plot other than makeing yourself look god. Find one and I'll join.))

Raesha smiled., cutting down yet another Demora. "Tank you. It took many years, longer than you've been alive, to perfect my art. And still it needs perfecting." She took on another two demora. "And I glad I've finally found you."

((btw Raesha's 70. But since she elf she looks alot younger))