Is there any room to join?

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Of course Maethoriel! We'd love to have you!
(Awesome signature by the way. It makes me smile hopelessly... )

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

Wow..this is filling up really fast.

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I was cured all right.

Yeah... lots of people playing.

Ok, here's my bio! I hope this works for yeah!

Name Breora Arroway
Gendter female
Age 25
Occupation warrior mage
Appearance http://razeil753.deviantart.com/art/Fem ... e-60164171
Firey red hair, hazel eyes, average height, pale skin covered in freckles, variouse scars -either from burns or cuts- on her hands, mostly her left.
Attire consists of hard black leather, and hard iron that is also lightweight.
Personality Breora is very straightforward and serious. She is the kind to hold a grudge for a long time and is very predjudice. She has a temper that is easily brought out, and it takes a long time for her to cool off. She's not afraid to speek her mind, and can go overboard when doing so. Anytime she sees humor, it's usually mean and maybe insulting to another, but doesn't care about other's feelings.
History Breora was the first born of two children to a father who was from a long line of warrior mages, and a mother who was a healer. Her father, Brandun, had been wounded in battle at one point, and her mother, Ellena, was the healer appointed to attending Brandun. After a few months of care, the two started courting and eventually wed. Then Breora was born. At around the age of fifteen she found she had the magic to be a warrior mage, so she became her father's apprentice. It was then that her sister, Terra, was born. But due to an illness that overtook the babe, the girl died at only a few months, no matter what Ellena did to help the child.
As an apprentice to her father, he taught her the ways of using her magic to fight. But he constantly put her down, hardly praising her, and taught her to show no mercy and trust none. At the age twenty she became a journeywoman warrior mage, and was put in battle whenever needed.
Specialty Breora is skilled in destructive magic, and a sword. She doesn't use her sword much because she is not as skilled at it as she is her magic. Her magic includes: power over ice, power over lighting, power over fire, power over earth(rocks and dirt, not plants), create a smoke that either stings on the skin's touch, burns, or itches(the smoke cloud is very small, about the size of a ripe pumpkin, and only lasts for a few seconds before evaporating, but the effect still stays for awhile). And send poison into an enemy by touching their skin with her left hand(but only if she touches skin. If the enemy is wearing even a thin cloth, they're safe from this)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Thanks FM! I love me some Beauty and Beast with sappy quotes)

Name: Bronwyn Maelstrom

Gender: Female

Age 20

Occupation: Dignitary (professional socialite)

Appearance: She is not beautiful in the usual sense, but rather exotic looking. Her small form is more willowy than curvy. Her hair is dar brown and her skin light (something that she takes great pride in), but her most prominent feature are her eyes which are large and black - giving her a more severe air.

Personality: Bronwyn strives to be the epitome of class and dignity in public. She is kind, but not overly so. She is manipulative which is often the reason for her going to gatherings out of her homeland - she is very good in the art of persuasion, it is rumored that there may even be a bit of magic to it, but that is for the most part false. Although she does very well at playing the genial aristocrat she prefers silence and reading to most parties.

History: Bronwyn was born to the Duke Maelstrom (named for his prowess in battle) and his wife Olivia. She was the youngest of three, her older siblings are both male and quite protective of their younger sister. Both of her brothers joined the military when they were old enough - Bronwyn also wished to serve her land and king. Her father - an encouraging man with a great love for his youngest- then employed her to take his spot in court as he would rather live a quiet life and work behind the scenes. Her mother was always pleased with her choice in life and offered her the assitance of her tutor Madam LaFourche who taught Bronwyn everything she now knows. After Bronwyn finished her courses she joined the political game and has been a player with some skill for the last two years.

Specialty: Manipulation, and perhaps a slight hypnosis that enables her to better catch the eye of dignitaries she needs to use.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Ok... my bio was messed up... and the history was dreadfully off... but that is fixed now. *nodnod*

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Married Artemis Fowl on July 16, 2007
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The Seemingly Nice But Actually Really Nasty Nazgul
School ate my life. *sigh*

Hmmm.... May I join? I don't know if you have as many people as you want, so I'll ask before jumping in.

P.S. FM, I like your top sig.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

One thing I admire right now is the range of professions we have. Thief, assassin, healer, spy, (ex) messenger, scribe, dignitary.... This sounds more interesting with the minute.

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I was cured all right.

I agree with you Caunion, all the characters are really different. That makes me excited. *bounces*

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

wow. I like the idea so far. A lot of people have joined so I'm going to politely ask before I add another character in this little hole of diversity.

This sounds really cool I'd like to join, but I'll follow the polite example and ask first as well .

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I'm back!

FM told me to tell y'all that she says yes to all. And that she'd like to have all bios up soon so we can start on Monday.

Awesome! Here's my bio:

Name: Lyrra
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Occupation: Tracker

Appearance: Lyrra is very small in stature, but otherwise very unremarkable in appearance, neither ugly nor beautiful. Her light brown hair is shoulder length and usually rather messy. She has fair skin and the bridge of her nose is somewhat smattered with freckles. Her most attractive feature are her dark green eyes.

Personality: Quiet and content to be by herself, Lyrra has always been a loner. She socializes only when she has to and is extremely awkward in those situations. Lyrra is most comfortable in the woods. She is uneducated but intuitive, and although slow to anger, she is readily suspicious of strangers.

History: Lyrra is the oldest daughter of four girls in a peasant family. Never having a son, her father took Lyrra under his wing, teaching her his trade, hunting and tracking. She learned quickly and has made use of the skill now that she is on her own. Her mother died giving birth to her youngest sister, and her father was killed in a riding accident when she was 14. She and her three sisters moved in with a distant cousin, and she lived there until she was old enough to make it on her own. She now lives in a small cottage on the outskirts of town.

Skills: She is exceptionally good at remaining quiet and unseen, especially in wooded areas. Lyrra is also skilled at tracking anything, from humans to animals.

I hope this is okay

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I'm back!

Here is mine!


Name: Roderick Grishome
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation: Master Rider and blacksmith at the Riding Academy

Appearance: Roderick is quite tall even by our modern day standards. He has long dark brown hair that is slightly wavy on a dry day. His eyes are a dark brown that almost blends in with his pupils. His body is very lean, like that of a runners and his skin is pale like snow but it still has a youthful luster not present in many that share his skin color. He always carries the ornate sabre he recieved when he graduated from the advanced course at the riding school.

Personality: Roderick is very learned but at some points in time his age shows and he has naive moments. He is a gentleman first and foremost, but that comes from his training. He is prideful though. He wont let anyone forget who he is and what his standing in life is.

History: Roderick comes from a traditionalistic family. His father was a director at the riding academy and decided that Roderick would keep up the generations long tradition of being riders and craftsmen at the Riding Academy. Rory advanced through the ranks fast and soon had time to study any craft he wanted. He chose to pick up being a blacksmith. He learned how to make horseshoes out of scrap metal and crude weapons.

Skills: Roderick is an exceptional rider. He knows his way around a horse neesless to say and makes many decisions based on how his horse is acting. He is very cofident on horseback and can do gutsy things to get attension.He is also decent at using weapons whilst on horseback, this lends to the gutsy part of his riding.
He is good at basic metal work and is good at in the field work with little of his workshop materials.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Name: Kayne Brody Stasiak
Gender: male
Age: 27
Occupation: Escape Artist/Martial Arts Exhibitionist (thief if he has too)
Appearance:

Personality: Ummm....I don't know. If I write something down, that won't end up being it.
History: I'll let you learn this as we go
Specialty: He can get out of just about anything. He is also somewhat of a contortionist, but not like the ones that you see at carnivals or such. He is more flexible than the average person, but not that flexible. He is an exceptional hand-to-hand fighter, and usually competes in tournaments for money.

Hope that works.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.