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Yucale Twilightfang
Character summary:
name; Seleni
age; twenty
gender; female
race; half-elf
class; ranger, two-weapon combat
bio; Seleni was raised in Luskan, in the wrong side of town, and has accepted the offer to join the hunt for a chance at a more stable life once Saren has been defeated. She associates with the guards of the town, but is not one of them, and has hopes of leaving Luskan altogether when she has the means.
weapons; Seleni can use, and has had to use, most weapons in a pinch, but she prefers to use a longsword in her right hand and a short sword in her off hand. She is a good shot with a bow, and prefers the longbow, having among her few possessions a handsome composite longbow. Seleni would like to learn how to use the more exotic weapons, such as shuriken.

Daos Sin



Name: Dust
Age: 23 Years
Race: Dark Elf/Human
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Bio: A long time ago Dust was found by a powerful and well skilled swordsman. The swordsman did not see Dust as a Dark Elf or what he truly was but saw a terrified hurt child. The Swordsman then raised Dust and trained him in the art of the sword. Sadly, before his training could finish, his master was killed. When Dust found him the assailant was already long gone, but the master wasn't dead. With his dying breath he gave Dust his most prized weapon. An enchanted blade. Unfortunately, this was the only thing the master had of any true value, and as a result this is the same with Dust. Dust is by no means an expert swordsman like his master, but he can fight. Dust is often quiet, not prone to talking. He dislikes crowds, and often hides behind a mask or a hood. e warned. Dust is often brunt and to the point.
Weapons: An enchanted longsword. The sword never goes dull, nor its shine. The wielder of the sword can summon it to his hand at will. When not in use the sword will vanish into its own pocket dimension to await further use. There is nothing else known about this blade.

Murdock Miller

Name: Raziel White-Fang
Age: 30
Race: Half Drow/Human
Gender: Male
Class: Ranger turned Mercenary, Adventurer, Treasure Hunter
Bio: Raziel was raised by his human mother, and never had the honor of meeting his good hearted drow father, for his father was killed valiantly in battle. Raziel was trained as a boy to become a Ranger by the masterful Ranger Dove Falconhand. At the age of 25 he became a rouge and a mercenary, devoting his life to living off the road and hunting treasure. always looking for adventure, Raziel often gets himself in deeper than he can crawl back out. In times like these he relies on luck, which according to him in simply a warrior using the happenstance surroundings to his personal advantage. Though he lives a rather outlandish lifestyle, his morals are high, and he is an overall good person.
Weapons: Raziel wields two enchanted scimitars named Twilight and Dawn, wielded in similar fashion to his life long hero Drizzt Do'Urden. He also has medium sized crossbow with poison bolts.

OCC: I may decide to add a character or two later, but I have a little too much on my plate as it is, in and out of Gaia. This post is more to get the thread on "my posts".

*sits near the corner of the meeting place, surveying all her future traveling companions. Has said little about herself*

OOC; if you don't mind, I'll stick to the literary type of roleplaying (if you do mind, just say so).

Seleni was inspecting the string on her bow when the door opened, admitting a familiar figure, his red-gold hair damp from the perpetual rain. "Curuin," she remarked, surprised, going over to help her uncle to one of the tables at the house the travelers were staying in. He wasn't happy at her help, of course, but he didn't protest, his angular face set in its usual expression of displeasure. "Cheer up, Uncle, this may be our ticket out of the old trap," the quiet half-elf said encouragingly, sliding her near-untouched mug of ale over to him. He accepted it without a word. "Bren isn't happy about you chasing after this notorious dark elf," the elven wizard said warningly after a short time of companionable silence. Seleni sighed, eyes downcast. She appeared no older than fifteen. "We had this discussion before," the ranger said, voice steely. "He didn't say a word at the business I was mired in down at the docks." Curuin accepted her words with a nod. "We neither were meant for that place," he replied thoughtfully.
Their reunion was interrupted as the door opened yet again, admitting an exotic looking young man of dark complexion, with a fierce stoic expression and all manner of wicked looking weapons and vile potions strapped to his belt and spilling out of his pack.

OOC: Im going to try to do what Yucale is doing X-x, tell me if It gets annoying

He was sitting off away from the main camp, stiting up in a tree his hood drawn, and his face cast in shadow. His sword was in his hand. It was a beautiful piece of weaponry. The blade had a blue hint, and was inlaid with gold. The hilt had a ruby at the base the rest was made of finely worked mithril. It didn't even look like a fighting weapon. Looks are deceiving tho. he sighed as the sword vanished with a small popping sound. Dust lifted his gaze to stare at the camp. He had already informed the leader earlier of his presence. Slipping into his tent probably wasn't wise, but, far to many people would be hunting him, he knew. He pulled a simple wood mask out of his cloak. It was nowhere near as fine as the blade of his sword, but he didn't care. He placed it upon his face and continued watching the camp.

Dust looked down to see to ranger under him. He was surprised. It was a half-elf. His surprise was short lived however. Even if she was a half-elf, she wasn't half-drow. He paid no more attention to her, and once again focused on the camp, the rain coming down harder.

Seleni ignored the rain, looking up to see if the sky gave any signs of clearing, but happening to spot someone perched in the tree above her. Since whoever it was obviously didn't want to talk, she paid it no mind.
Curuin hobbled out of the tent, looking for her. "Over here," she called quietly. He hobbled over to where she sat. "I could see that. Why the heck do want to sit in the rain like this?" She shrugged. "It's too crowded in there."

Both Curuin and Seleni looked up. Curuin was going to say something, probably bordering on rude, but Seleni nodded and said, "you could be right. Saren has, after all, magic users in his employ." Curuin shrugged. "Well, I have felt on edge since coming here," he began. "But you thought that was just you," finished his niece. He shot her a glare.