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 Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 6:58 pm
I'll be posting the rules and setting in my next few posts. If you don't read the rules, I will eat my hair, and then yours! And then I will use the heel of my sexy riding boots to squish you into the ground. I hope you like the flavor of dirt...
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 7:00 pm
Atop the highest mountain in Algoria, a world of humans and beasts, good and bad, there is a forest full of creatures humans had dismissed as 'imaginary' for centuries. Here, they roamed free. The forest is pure green and beautiful, but over the past few years, evil has slowly begun to pollute the perfect society, and now it is up to a small band (4-5 slots open) of creatures to drive out the evil (5-6 slots open) for good!
Good
1. Albiya (elf)
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Bad
1. Lynn
2. Wolfeona
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The setting is modern day, the only plotish thing in sight is that we need good and evil, in a perfect balance. Here are my rules. domokun is bad, heart is good, K?
Romance heart
Killing without permission by me and the charrie who is dying domokun
Cybering domokun domokun
Action heart
Creating twists without everyones agreement domokun
Pming me your profile first, and saying hugs not drugs in the title heart
Semi-nude or nude charries (We'll have to find out what the group thinks on this one...)
Profile format:
Name:
Nickname:
Age: (human years)
Species:
Side: (Good or evil)
Appearance: (pics ok)
Personality:
Bio:
Home: (House, cottage, shrub, just what it looks like)
Other: (and anything I've forgotten)
Time: Morning, everything is just stirring and the dew is just being collected by the brownies to give to the Enchanted One. Who is the Enchanted One? The leader of all the land. I changed my mind, put Enchanted One in the title slot.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 7:01 pm
Name: Albiyar Ockdut
Nickname: Albiyar
Age: 25
Species: Elf, female warrior
Side: Good
Appearance: Her dark brown hair is in a high ponytail behind her head, and runs down to her bottom with the occasional curl or spike, held up byu a dark blue band. Her eyes are clear blue, and contrast with her pale skin. Her ears are lightly pointed. Her dress is dark blue, short, and covers only what it needs too. The top is strapples and flat, the bottom is the same. She has ivory stocking covering her legs, and dark blue slippers with straps winding up to her knee. On an ivory cord around her neck is a sapphire stone, tear-drop shaped. Her mother gave it to her, and said it has powers. She has dark blue fishnet gloves on her arms, going to her elbows. On the middle finger of each hand is a silver ring with a round sapphire stone on it. She has a tattoo on the back of her neck. It is a swirl of water, plain and simple. Albiyar is 5'11" and weighs 125 lb. That is heavy for an elf, but she is a female warrior, and has more strength than anyone can guess.
Personality: Albiyar is a hunter, and quite clever. Her wit is sharp, almost as sharp as her logic. It takes more than a loud BOO on all hallows eve to scare her. She loves nature, but not too much of it.
Bio: When she was five, ehr mother gave her the necklace. Two years later, the rings. She said "Albiyar, the necklace will protect you, it has powers. The rings are like a back up battery. Do not lose them." Three months later, her mother died. Albiyar dismissed the comment until her grandmother remided her when she signed up to go fight the evil shadows spreading into the land.
Home: She lives with her grandmother, in a cottage. It is quaint and picturesque. Flowers and bright colors. Albiyar hates all of it.
Other: She has a dagger in a sheath on her left thigh.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 7:02 pm
As Albiyar was kneeling in fron of her mother's portrait, she remembered what her mother had said about the necklace. All the females in her family had been warriors, and there was a long line of portraits of tought females lining ehr walls. Albiyar rose, and stood, looking at her mother's. "May god be on my side, as I may be saying goodbye." She turned and walked out of the house. They were all gathering at the dragon's haven this morning. A tall building, huge really, with all sorts of stained glass and murals. Dragons were very artistic. She began down the river in her Elvin kyack, aware of only two things. Her boat, and the journey that lay ahead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 7:03 pm
One more thing: If ANYONE doesn't pm me their profile, or chooses to pm it with the wrong title, I WILL shut down this board too.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:33 am
Though the title slot held the WRONG words, if you p[ost them in your next post I will let you join. You know who you are.
Name: Lynn
Nickname: NA
Age: (human years)17
Species: Neko
Side: (Good or evil) evil
Appearance: (pics ok) In sig
Personality: Has the problem with irational behavior.
Bio: Is an orphan and has never been very trusting about other people. Always carries wepons, dagger, gun and large knife.
Home: (House, cottage, shrub, just what it looks like)Small cottage with only a bed, stove, and table with chairs. Outside plumbing.
Other: (and anything I've forgotten) You did pretty good.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 11:27 am
As the river ran passed the bank of the forest Lynn heard the water disturbed and looked around alert and ready. She reached for her dagger ready for a short attack.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 7:42 pm
Here is another. This person ignorantly put the wrong title in the slot, but what'ev.
Name: Wolfeona
Nickname: wolf
Age: (human years) 25
Species: um normally I’m a werewolf, but its your story so what ever you would like is fine. Just let me know
Side: (Good or evil) doesn’t really matter. Were ever you need me, but I would like to be evil. I never get to be evil.
Appearance: my Gaia
Personality: up before dawn every day to do a set of exercises that are supposed to bring your chi into harmony. Is a no nonsense kind of girl, do to the way she was raised. Is into fighting only to protect ones own property or self. And uses mysticism to guide her through her days.
Bio: lost her family to a gang of werewolves when she was 10, but somehow she survived. Woke up amidst the dead bodies of her kin and was taken in by an old witch. who needed the extra help.
Home: dense forest lives in a tree house in the canopy.
Other: weapon: a hunting knife and bow an arrow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:06 pm
Wolfeona walked across the only bridge that crosses the river with an arm load full of the things the witch sent her to the general store for. She was mumbling under her breath about how she was one day going to kill the old hag, when one of the packages tumbles out of her hands and over the side of the bridge and into the water.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 9:10 pm
Albiya stepped out of her kyack. A group of dwarves scurried to moor it. She stood tall, and looked to the highest steeple of the cathedral. At the top was a large statue of a silph female, dragons coiled around her arms and chest. In front of her, hundreds of smaller creatures scurried about, many with packacges, many without. Some had parasols, others spellbooks. Everything was so beautiful. And to think she may never see it again.
Albiyar started walking towards the cathedral. She weaved her way through the creatures of all sizes, shapes, abilities, and personalities. And she realized they only had one thing in common. From the sprites to the silphes, the dwarves to the dragons, the pixies to the PEOPLE even, they all wanted one thing, one common interest. They all wanted to EXIST.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 9:17 am
Wolfeona cursed as she saw her small package float down the stream. she gave up, she'll have to go back and buy a new one. the witch needed that particular package for the spell she was doing and warned Wolfeona not to come back with out it. Wolfeona finished walking across the bridge and into the woods a little way she would hide the rest of her packages in a near by bush. She then turned around and began stalking back to the village, while thinking of ways to rid her self of the stupid witch who ruled her life.
When she arrived back into the village she aimed straight for the herb shop hoping to be done with this stupid chore quickly. “To bad the shop is located on the other side of the stupid village.” Wolfeona mumbled under her breath as she shoved a lady out of her way. Most people new enough just to make clear of her, but the lady had stopped in thought.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:13 pm
((Was that aimed at Albiyar?))
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 10:39 pm
((Actually, I was going to let you decide. Usually if I aim something at a specific person, I will name them. But because this is your post I was going to let you take it were you will. Out of courtesy.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:49 pm
Albiyar caught a falling female. She saw another walking away in frustration. She started following. She reached out ehr arms suddenly, and knocked the rude girl face first onto the ground. "I believe you owe her an apology."
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