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In the land of Rinsehld, Humans have taken over. King Vrakis is a ruthless ruler who holds the throne not by law, but by force, and has set up laws that forbid magic. Unfortunately, it is not only the use of magic that is outlawed, but merely having magic run in your veins or being non-Human is outlawed. It makes you one of the Forbidden. King Vrakis even set up a special unit of soldiers, known as Hunters, to track down and kill all Forbidden and any Humans that dare sympathize with, or protect, the Forbidden. The sympathizers are known as the Despised. Now the Forbidden and the Despised are on the run, creating small camps and outposts, trying to band together to survive. Their one hope is to one day see Lord Glaven reclaim his throne, for he is known to be one of the Despised, and there are rumors that say he is actually one of the Forbidden.

It is at Galra Outpost, deep in the heart of the Galra Forest, that Lord Glaven resides, trying to gain enough strength and help to take back what is rightfully his. It is here that our story begins.

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Okay, so here they are. The rules! I know, I know. Rules are lame. But they’ll help keep the RP running smoothly.

1. Romance between characters is allowed, but no public displays of affection beyond holding hands, hugging, or quick kisses on the cheek. Anything more than this must be kept to PMs or chat.

2. No god-modding! It would make the RP pointless. If your character could take on 5 or more Hunters and come out of it without a scratch, he or she is too strong. Remember to include weaknesses to balance out your character. It will make things more interesting.

3. Remember to respect everyone. If your characters have an argument, that’s one thing. I fully expect tensions between the different races at Galra Outpost. What I don’t want is for any of it to become personal. When it crosses into personal attacks on the person, their writing, etc, it’s gone too far.

4. Please try to post at least once a week. Post more often if you can. If you’re going to be gone for an extended period of time, let us know in the OOC and post a reason IC for your absence. I won’t be an ogre about it, but if it’s been two weeks and you haven’t posted, and gave no warning that you would be gone, you will most likely be kicked out. I reserve the right to make those decisions at my sole discretion.

5. Use proper grammar and spelling. One or two mistakes are fine but write it up in a word document first and use the spelling and grammar check. And feel free to send me anything you want me to look over before you post it. I’d be happy to help.

6. Try to post at least 2 paragraphs for each post. More will be welcome. Paragraphs should be no shorter than 5 sentences.

7. Have fun! No, really. Have fun. If you have any ideas to make the RP better in any way, let me know!

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Name:
Age:
Race/Species:
Forbidden or Despised:
Abilities (if any):
Physical Description:
Personality:
Background/Additional Info:

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I think that's it. Here's the link to the IC: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/galra-outpost-t40150.html

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well save me a place and i'll work on my character ^^

-saves a space for Soki- Done! I'm looking forward to seeing the character you come up with. :) Speaking of which, I should probably get mine posted too.

-Her lycan side
Name
Avari Corvinus
Description
Avari Corvinus stands at a mere five three, slender in figure but filled out for only being at the young age of twenty five. Her skin is a soft creamy color, but does tan in the summer for she tends to go outside more. Hair that falls down to her waist is a light brown and spirals, not curls per say. Her high cheek bone structure and well formed pointed nose suggests noble breeding, but no one has bothered to ask. She wears a soft green cotton dress that has a corset style top with quarter sleeves and soft deer skin shoes dyed the same color finished with a white apron. She wears a locket with pictures of her mother and father who long ago passed away. She's soft spoken unless she's angry then her voice raises with a hint of a low growl. She is semi social with others and that in turn is the reason everyone can come to her with secrets. With the bloodline of a witch on her mother's side, and the lycanthrope curse from her father's side, Avari knew little of her mother but has been able to learn a variety of incantations and spells. Her most valuable magic trait is that she can move objects with either a wave of her hand or a direct jerk of her head. She has a nack for mixing potions that either heal or harm whichever the buyer needs. Controlled by the full moon Avari does shift into her lycan form and disappear for days at a time. She has learned well to control herself so that she doesn't do any unnecessary killing, she mostly hunts wildlife, but does tend to attack people that hold an evil aura.
Personality
Mild temperament when she is socializing with others, she does tend to get annoyed easily, but has learned to control her anger. She tends to study people from afar and will only talk when spoken to. She has few friends that which she can count on one hand but feels the need to protect them. She has yet to find a man that peaks her interest nor one she can love, but she is hopeful. She helps the homeless or beggers as other villagers call them by leaving scraps of food and such at her back door, she may appear quiet but if someone challengers her she will not back down which gets her into a lot of trouble. On occasion she has gotten mouthy and the result was a bruise on her cheek, but it hasn't stopped her yet.
Equipment
She carried on her a small carving knife tied to her waist, A pouch draped over her shoulder that contains a few items that helps her in time of need.
History
Avari was born to Elizabeth and Jarrod Corvinus. Her mother a witch well known for her potions, spells and healing hands, her father a werewolf who protected the village borders and was a well renowned warrior who later died in battle against The King and his rules. Her mother died of a broken heart leaving Avari an orphan at the young age of thirteen, which led her to take up residence wherever she could. Once a grown woman she traveled alone, helped people where she could along the way and fought along side others. It wasn't long for some to gather the notion that Avari was something besides human, but most were afraid to ask therefore they ran to others they felt more equipped to deal with her. The law was passed that if you held magic origins you were an outlaw to society and therefore The Hunters would seek you out and well the rest of the story always have a different ending, none good. She'd remained in hiding and tried harder to look and act human, but if one were to look in her eyes they knew better.

hey another question are we gonna use the old style to like you gonna make the Ic in the forums?

Good question, Soki. What would everyone prefer? I'm willing to do things either way. I have the IC set up with the new style (using the RP tab) right now, but I can always create the IC in the forums and redirect people there. If that would be preferred by most people, that is the way I will set things up.

Also, a quick warning: I might be without internet for a few days. I'll try to find internet and get on, but I can't promise anything. I will be back no later than Monday, though.

Okay, it's me again. I'm creating the IC in the forums. I want you guys to be able to start posting, and I think this will be the easiest way to make that happen. Once we have more people we can make a final decision about which style we'd rather use. I'll just direct people to the one we have active. I know that I don't have a character yet, but I'll get one up soon. Feel free to start without me. I think you have a good idea of what's going on. Remember it's an outpost, so there will be buildings and such. And it's set deep within the woods. Also, I forgot to mention when King Vrakis took power and set up the laws. He's been in power for 20 years, but only made the "Magic Laws" and established the Hunters about 5 years ago. He's always been kinder to Humans, but kept getting harsher towards the Forbidden and Despised as his rule continued. There should be no character in the RP who does not know what it's like to be free, though it's very possible that characters have been oppressed and discriminated against all their lives. I'll get my character up and start posting as soon as I get internet again.

Here's the link to the IC: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/galra-outpost-t40150.html

@Shavnia_Velmount: Your character is approved. Could you add any powers you have to your character description though? I forgot to mention that I wanted that. My fault.

Name:Lucas (Soki) Leingod
Age:29
Race/Species:Half Demon
Forbidden or Despised:Forbidden
Physical Description: Height:6'5 Weight:200 he's a demon, so all in all he's nearly go perfect physical condition. his skin is tanned thanks to he time he's spent doing work outside, and other then his sharper canines and feral eyes and Navy blue left arm, he looks completely normal.
Personality:He is very calm, but gentle at the same time. Though on the battlefield he is cold and calculating always thinking ahead of his enemy and always planning that one attack to end the entire battle. He can be very social at times, but during some points in the day he seems to find himself trying to stay somewhere, where he can be entirely alone, he tends to have a sense of humor but he can get annoyed pretty quickly.
Background/Additional Info:Bio: Soki was a young half demon, his mother raped by a demonic General and left for dead. but something the demon didn't expect, was that his mother was a born assassin, she lived; though only until she gave birth to him. He was born into the world of battle, he was never given the exact amount of love and care from his so called 'parents' and was raised for battle. His life never really had meaning. Soki Age eighteen he began to change, his thoughts became darker his mind filled with the hunger of dark power, soon he found the power he was looking for; A demon. He killed the demon but only to be cursed by it, his left arm becoming discolored and becoming demonic to the point he had to hide it or fear attacks from his own friends. He hated his life now, he feared hatred from those he called his friends. Fleeing his outlaying village, he retreated to a old unused fort he stayed there to train under many different masters that had hidden themselves away as well, each powerful in some way. he trained under a master assassin, one that had only stopped because of a family he couldn't kill. and A Demon necromancer, and yet he felt his powers were not being mastered enough. He stopped his training and began his own. his powers growing as he tapped into the dark powers in his left arm to the point. He had become something else, something new. He called it a Demon asura, one of the most powerful Warriors of shadow. He is new to the powers he can control, and still can't seem to control them entirely and will sometimes lost control of them, or won't be able to summon them at all. He carries A masamune, one he had imbued with half of his own soul making it indestructible as long as he breathes. Though the most interesting thing about this sword is that It's true form is the exact duplicate of the sword in Demon lore Onimusha-No-ketsueki. Most of Soki's tutors believed it was the real thing, and have fabled and feared soki at the same time for his skills with the sword even though he was blind. Or so he appears to be, no one truly knows if he is or not.

Edit: Well heres my character, sorry it took so long:

Name: Edgar Mekailen
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Race/Species: Human
Forbidden or Despised: Despised.

Physical Description: Standing of average height and a bit thinner than the average man, Ed is considered weaker than most. Which can be true, in a stand up fight Ed would not last long. But he does have the strength to draw even the sturdiest bow to it's full length. He has the darkest black hair, kept short when possible. Which contrast his bright blue eyes and warm roguish smile. His chin is kept smooth and clean shaven. He can be seen in the only outfit he owns, a faded green dirt stained tunic worn under a now ragged brown leather coat. With simple trousers covering his legs and heavy boots covering his feet.

Personality: Young, upbeat, and naive. Three words that describe Ed perfectly. He almost always wears some sort of smile on his face, whether it's a wry grin or an honest smile out of genuine happiness. And it's quite hard to find him in a foul mood. He's always the first to make a joke at an others expense or simply do anything to lighten the mood a little. His biggest flaw is he is all to eager to trust, believing people to be more honest than most truly are.

Background/Additional Info: Edgar was born to a farming family in a nice quiet hamlet. The people were honest and fair, many willing to lend a hand if any other family was in need. The biggest threat these people encountered was the prospect of an early winter, which they were still prepared for. As the hamlet produced far more than enough crops to sell and live off of. Many had cellars stocked full of produce which would last them well through out the winter. All was good there. Only Edgar did not want good, he wanted excitement, fun. Something a little more than the monotonous labor of running a farm. That being said most of his time was spent causing as much ruckus with his friends as he could. Whether that was letting Old chubby Henderson's chickens loose and watching him feebly chase them across the fields, or simply skipping out on the days work to head down to the river and have a swim.

By the time Edgar turned seventeen King Vrakis had assumed the throne and rumors began to spread about the outlawing of any magic. Followed by the rumors of the horror tales of any non-humans being either bound and imprisoned or executed. Finally came the stories of the Kings special soldiers, Hunters. Cruel bastards of men, who killed without thought and patrolled the land in search of anything magical in nature, committing dastardly deeds wherever they went. Edgar was ecstatic, this was what he was waiting for, something more. He'd venture far and wide to stop these atrocities and go down in legend as the savior of magic. He set out the very next day, grabbing his bow, a skinning knife and a pack of various supplies, leaving a very roughly scribbled note of his departure for his family. Of course the adventure went nothing like he had in visioned, his first encounter with the Hunter's left him a quivering mess. He was too frightened to do anything as he watched them drag a magic sensitive woman from her home and execute her in the middle of the road. Well after the Hunter's had left the village, he walked over to the woman's corpse and vowed that he wouldn't let it happen again, but he now knew he wouldn't be of any help by himself. So he set off in search of rumored rebel outposts, and after a long years hard search he came upon the fabled Galra outpost, said to house Lord Glaven himself.

Hey! I'm excited about this. My character idea is fairly involved, but I hope it works out. I'm not entirely sure how I should approach this, but paradoxinsanity recruited me to this site to RP with her. I'm looking forward to it.

EDIT: Here's an image I made of Feran for reference.


Name: Feran Nieta
Age: 34
Race/Species: Human
Forbidden or Despised: Despised
Physical Description: 5'10" 170 lbs. Having actively served in the military for just short of a decade, Feran is in his physical prime. He has a few small, well-healed scars, all usually well-hidden by his attire. His hair is a dusty brown, and he keeps his face clean-shaven unless he's in battle for an extended period of time. There are few days when he isn't in uniform—a long coat over a jerkin and trousers. When he doesn't wear his uniform, Feran wears artisan's work clothes.
His eyes are a honeyed brown.
As far as weapons go, he has a small arsenal of half a dozen blades in his quarters (along with a dusty suit of plate armor and a tower shield), but wears a longsword and dirk around the outpost.

Personality: Feran is level-headed and unassuming. He has no fight with anyone unless they enact injustice. However, when Feran must fight, he brings both intellect and instinct to the fray. While not the best swordsman or the most brilliant strategist, Feran is formidable enough to challenge virtually any lone human soldier—even a Hunter—with a strong chance of victory.
Feran treasures his relationship with Lord Glaven, whom he views not only as the true heir to the throne but as the current King. There is little that Feran gets testy about more than questioning Glaven's character.


Background/Additional Info: Feran was raised by compassionate human parents to stretch a hand where others would only extend their foot. His upbringing gave him a passion for justice and mercy that led him to join the military shortly after Vrakis became King, hoping to have some good influence on the nation. By the time he had proven himself quite capable in both combat and leadership and become a Major, Vrakis had done just what Feran had hoped against. Throughout his career Feran served under Lord Glaven, earning enough of the man's trust that when Glaven fled from the Hunters, he took Feran along with those others loyal to him. When Galra Outpost was established, Glaven appointed Feran as the commander of its defending forces. Feran's service in the defense of the Forbidden has marked him for death. Many of his former comrades have joined the Hunters in hopes of finding and killing Feran for his betrayal.

Name: Elendra Annette
Age: 23
Race/Species: Half angel, half human
Forbidden or Despised: Forbidden
Physical Description: Elendra stands at 5'6", short for a child of an angel. She has a very slender stature and almost translucently pale skin. Her hair, which is mostly white with a few natural ebony streaks, almost brushes her shoulders and her bangs shroud her face when she doesn't have them pinned back. Her eyes are a deep brown that is almost black, but there is a warm smile in them generally. Her features are delicate but somehow still strong. On her neck are three birthmarks in the shape of the sun and stars that bely her tell-tale curse. She wears a dress that is fashioned in the likeness of a kimono with cream and gold accents, compete with an obi like sash and slippers of white deerskin. She always carries a small rucksack on her person that holds her sewing supplies, necessities, and a change of clothes. Because of Elendra's lineage, she inherited the soft glow of an angel and magical affinities. Her most prominent and useful affinity is for thread and seamstressing. She can command thread to do as she pleases whether it be to unravel, to weave itself into a clothing, or even to simply crawl to her. She also has an affinity for air and can manipulate the air around her. However, she works best with air when she uses thread to tie knots and make her will stonger.
Personality: Elendra is a mild and sweet tempered girl. She does not anger easily, though can become irritated. She is a rather docile creature who is almost always polite and courteous. She is very unconfrontational and will do almost anything to keep the peace in the community. She can sometimes be regarded as entirely too calm, but she means well. She tends to have a small smile at all times and can seem a little airbrained, if only because she is lost in her own mind. This makes some understimate her intelligence. While it is very hard to anger Elendra, it can be done. Because she is a half angel, her bloodline is very delicate. She generally epitomizes all that is good, but once a truly negative emotion, such as anger, is activated, Elendra changes into an almost entirely different person. Her behavior mimicks that of the seven sins and she becomes cruel and devious. This 'mood' can last anywhere from several minutes to several days. It can be overriden by a generally 'good' emotion, but mostly just works itself out in time. Luckily, Elendra can generally sip away from society for a few days when the rare occurence of her curse strikes.
Background/ Additional info: Elendra was born of Marie Ruth, a human who fell in love with an angel that was doomed to walk the earth. Elendra's father lived with them for six years until he took his own life from the grief of never being able to enter heaven again. Marie took Elendra to a new part of the country to start a new life. There was unrest in the country towards those who were not human and Marie kept her daughter's lineage secret. As Elendra grew older and began to exhibit traits that were not quite human, secrecy became of utmost importance. As Elendra's affinities for magic became clear, Marie kept closer guard of her daughter. When Elendra turned eighteen, the Magic Laws were passed. Elendra knew that if she stayed in their community that suspected her, both she and her mother would be punished and killed. So, Elendra left her house to follow the rumours that followed of a secret haven for those who were of the non-human nature. She found Galra Outpost and took up a seamstressing job to earn her keep. She soon became friends with almost everyone in the community and led a quiet life within the confines of the new conspiracy.

I love all the characters that have been posted! Approved, all of them. I'll be on to make my first post tomorrow, but here's my character (sorry it's so long):

Name: Riviana Cleareyes

Age: 22

Race/Species: Human

Forbidden or Despised: Forbidden

Powers (if any): Riviana is an accomplished Healer. She can use either a traditional method of healing using herbs, bandages, powders, etc, (and she always carries a bag of such things with her) or she can heal using magic. She must be careful if she uses magic, because her body will take on the injury she healed for a moment before vanishing. The more serious the wound, the longer it takes her to recover. Some people say she must have some type of regenerative power, but any wounds she receives normally heal at a regular speed.
Riviana also has minor psychic abilities. She is able to read the emotions of people around her with 100 percent accuracy, though she cannot tell why they feel that way. She is also able to see into the future. This power is limited however. She can only see what will happen to herself and the people who will be around her and she can only see up to a week into the future. Riviana has not yet learned to control her clairvoyance well.

Physical Description: Riviana has long, straight, black hair down to her waist. Standing 5’6”, she also possesses a slender frame. She looks almost fragile. Her eyes are “clear” which makes them look like an endless blue, just like the rest of the women in her family. She usually dresses in long, flowing, blue robes that bring out the color of her eyes even more. Her face possesses a soft and natural beauty. She looks much younger than her 22 years if you can manage to avoid looking at her eyes. Her eyes seem to hold the wisdom and experience of hundreds of years of life.

Personality: Riviana is soft spoken and almost constantly on the move. Oddly enough, she never seems busy due to a strange calmness that seems to constantly surround her. On the rare occasion that she is at rest she usually seems detached, but when talking to people she is always fully engaged in the conversation. Riviana is kind to everyone she meets, regardless of how they treat her. There is something mysterious about her that either draws people to her or pushes them away in fear.

Background/Additional Info: Born in a small village of Forbidden and Despised (though they were not called that yet), Riviana grew up in a matriarchal society. The Cleareyes family had gotten their surname due to the strange fact that every female born to a woman of the Cleareyes family had blue eyes that seemed clear and also seemed to possess some level of psychic ability.
Riviana had a happy childhood. Although she lived in Rinsehld, her village was so remote and so small that it took years for the negative effects of King Vrakis to infiltrate it. However, when she turned 13 everything began to change. She was now old enough to begin working and was sent to be tested by the village priestess. Found to be an adept healer, she began her work. Later that year, guards of King Vrakis arrived to help ensure that the village was “productive for its King.” Riviana’s task as town healer became difficult as the guards would beat villagers for any reason, sometimes just for sport. She could not heal them with the guards around or she would risk the same treatment and eventually be of no use to anyone, so she began making her rounds at night. Eventually she was caught and beaten for her efforts. As a result, she moved out of the village, residing alone in a nearby forest. She had her mother spread the word among the villagers. The villagers would come to her for healing and bring food as payment, though Riviana never asked for it. Sometimes she would venture back to the village when word would reach her of someone who was too sick or injured to make the journey to her. When Riviana was 16, it was decided that the village was not productive enough and everyone was sent to different towns to live. Riviana left her place in the woods, looking for her family until the magic laws were passed a year later. Although she was human, it drew too much suspicion for her to ask for her family and she could think of no other reason to be traveling. Instead, she began to search the forests for any Forbidden or Despised that may have been hiding from the Hunters. She was not quite 18 when she stumbled upon the Galra Camp which later became Galra Outpost.

Okay, so I haven't RP'd for a long time and I was told I have to be this character...so here it goes...

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(sorry for terrible quality pic, working on finding a scanner...had to just take a skype picture with webcam)

Name: Lord (Vern) Glaven
Age: 19
Race: Human
Forbidden or Despised: Despised
Speed: Excellent
Power: Decent
Endurance: Could be Improved
Toughness: Decent
Intellect: Moderate, Determined
Luck: Could be Improved

Physical Description: Lord Glaven is the son of a noble and therefore fair skinned and should-be tall. However his stature barely reaches 5'9" and his physique, though muscular and toned, reaches only 140 lbs. He has firm lines on his face showing his determinative personality. Though Vern has familiar to battle, he has not scratch or scar on his body other than that of when he tripped pushing a sharp rock through his hand. His sheen black hair lays pulled back down to his shoulders. His body is far sturdier than it appears. The only other distinct feature he has is a tatto of a circle surrounded by eight triangles pointed away on his left bicep which matches a similar symbol on his cape representing his lineage as nobility.

Weapons: As a noble, he has an arsenal of weapons at his disposal, many of which are the finest quality and the most elegant looking in the land. He favors three which he carries with him at all times. The first being a quarterstaff-lengthed dual-ended spear. The ends have a cresant shape with three spikes spread across it. Another is a slender scimitar slung from a belt across his back. The last is a two-foot diameter chakrum with the core attached to a short pole which winds up a cable around it on both sides allowing him to throw the weapon while holding onto the two strings with finger rings.

Abilities/Personality: Lord Glaven has an authority about him that makes it easy to follow his orders because, well, they make sense. He thinks very logically in and out of battle which can contradict with some of his other traits. As logical as he thinks, Lord Glaven cannot control how he feels about certain things. He feels that the discrimination against the Forbidden is wrong and, though illlogical, abandoned his father, his home, and his old life because he felt this way. Lord Glaven also has an uncanny ability to calm animals. He used this to his advantage when a black-bear randomly entered the palace courts. Vern simply walked up to it and it immediately lowered itself and to Vern's level. The two stared into each other's eyes and Vern could feel te bear become at ease as he did also. the two remaned friends and Bhaerin (the bear) became Vern's best companion and eventually steed.

Background: Raised by the maidens of the court, Vern grew strong and fast despite his size. His mother either died or left when he was very young, though it didn't really matter to him. As far as he was concerned, he didn't have one. His fathe was kind enough to him, and only really took outrage when Vern confronted him about the mistreatment of the Forbidden on his 16th birthday. Lord Glaven left immediately after... predicting his father's anger and already packed his things. Leaving the palace, he took with him over 200 guards more loyal to himself than the king, though only half of them made it out of the city unharmed. They traveled day and night for over a week before the lessened their pace and only traveled at day. After another week the settled into a camp which soon became Galra outposted. Since the time that the king sent out the Hunters, Lord Glaven himself slew a total of 27 of the fiends. He keeps the armbands of those he killed to remind himself of the reason for this violence. To him, they represent the oppression against the Forbidden. Anyone wearing one deserves his just punishment.

I am becoming increasingly excited! Hutch, I love your character! And it's good to see Lord Glaven won't have to be an NPC. There's also a first post in the IC forum! This has the potential to be really great everyone. Don't forget to get your first IC posts up soon. Speaking of which, I'm going to head to the IC forum now. Remember, if you have any questions, comments, anything I can help with, either post it here or pm me.

Name: Aneira Weaver
Age: (Looks) 25 (Actual age) 243
Race/Species: Fae (Old school Fae, magical humanoids. Not new school winged-bastards)
Forbidden or Despised: Forbidden
Abilities (if any): Aneira has the ability to manipulate water/cold. Her powers are still growing (243 is actually quite young for a Fae). Since her powers are tied to the cold, she is deathly afraid of fire. In mathematical terms, if a weapon would hurt her 100% then fire would hurt her 150%. Someone in a village she passed, figured this out and brandished a simple torch against her, causing the skin on her left arm (which she threw in front of her face to protect herself) to practically melt. She now has horrendous burn scars along her lower left forearm.
Physical Description: She stands 5'6" tall and has rather simple brown hair, which she mostly keeps loose, and brown eyes. Her eyes betray her when she works magic, though, turning an ice blue hue.
Personality: Like her talents, Aneira can be frosty cold until you're a part of her inner circle. She trusts very few, but when she does trust it's completely and totally. She would die for those she befriends without question. She is fiercely loyal and has no qualms about injuring, murdering or maiming those that get in her way.
Background/Additional Info: Aneira is a member of the Fae, an old race that first felt the magic flow through their veins. The Fae were a fairly "free love" group of beings, partaking their pleasures with all races and types, thereby spreading their magic throughout animals, humans and other races alike. Very few are still true fae with true fae lineage.


You win, Soki. You win.

=P

I always win cause I is just so charismatic I should take over the world no one would wanna argue with me cause i is that good -puffs out his chest and walks around all high and mightily-

Celedia, your character sounds wonderful! Feel free to start posting whenever you're ready. Do I dare ask why Soki wins? I'm not sure I want him getting too big an ego or he might be tempted to start god-modding. He might even think he should take over the world or something. -glances at him strutting around like a peacock- Right...Soki, have you had a reality check lately? You're cool and all, but I don't recall anyone saying you should take over the world.

He was the one that told me to check out this RP! I told him that I had so many on my plate that I didn't know if I would....

So he wins for dragging me here!

(PS- He definitely does have a big ego, beat him down! Pop that over-inflated ego!)

*runs away from Soki*

-blinks- I don't i just like the fact that it feels good when i win ^^ and it boosts my ego >3 and i would never godmod that is just down right wrong so RAWR -glomps Celedia and noms on her forehead for what she said- I'ma eat your brains X__X

*FLAILS but then starts laughing maniacally*

BWAHAHA IF YOU ARE TRYING TO EAT MAH BRAINZ, JOKE IS ON YOU!

I ain't got none.

>_>

<_<


PS: Everyone go post now kthx, I posted and I bring draaaaama!