[font=Dauphin, serif]Treston bore of magnificent armour; passed down from his father it was. Beneath one arm, he held his helm in the shape of a dragon's head. Aye, he dearly thought dragons were wondrous creatures, though, knew they were the most unexpected type as well. The form of the helm, like said before, was in the dragon shape; for the eyes were blood red rubies with black slits. For chest armor, he bore Lamellar armor that was covered by what many called 'Dragon' armor. If one were to see of it, they think the front of the armor seemed to be the underbelly of a dragon.

At his waist was a worn leather belt that wielded his sword and a few daggers. A dagger that he most treasured was a wicked one to look at indeed. The dagger was mayhap 13 inch. The blade was the color of crimson liquid when spilled from a wound. The handle was made a pure gold; small dragons were carved within its blade. His sword her treasured as well. It had odd inscriptions upon that only he knew what they said. The hilt of the large sword was made as if it looks like a dragon spitting out silver fire.

Now, Trenton’s appearance was odd to some. He was mayhap 21 years of age. He stood about 5'8 and weighed roughly around 195 lbs. He was well built, and his skin was a light tan. His hair was a shaggy, ear-length black that was slightly curled. his eyes..Ah his eyes were the most trancing part they were. Their color was a deep orange..Yes; orange with gold specks. Some say it was of a magic spell when they see of him. Though, there was something mysterious about him..Something no one, not even himself, knew.. Aye..He was a Halfling; partial Elf and partial human. He never knew of this, though.

Treston had a grand personality; always kind, caring, and yet deadly serious when need be. He looked after villages from time to time when he traveled. He had always tried to avoid wars, but, was always summond to fight in them. He minded not of it at all, though.

Treston's past was a dreadful and weary one at that. Ever since he was a lad, he had been shuned by the King himself for not doing as was told. Aye, he was a trouble maker, though, learned his lesson through out the years. His father and mother both died from a terrible accident; his father dieing from a horse falling upon him and crushing him beneath the weight; his mother died of a sickness that took her life away to another world. Treston had been on his own for 11 years now, never have a companion; save for his horse.

Treston had been summoned to the Kingdom of Galinor; a place where all were equal in living, save for the King himself. Treston dismounted his horse, letting the stable boy take the large beast to a stall. Treston looked about. He still had plenty of time before the meeting of King Hironen. He wandered what markets were here; thus, he began to look about to see if he could find anything useful for his journies.
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Can I join? Hers my bio

Name:Annie
age:21
Apperice:abut 5"1', Has light brown hair and green eyes
race:human
personality:Kind,careing,friendly
notes:Is the kings daugtar. Is priceness of Galinor.
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annie walked around the market. She saw a red blanket. she bought it and head back up to the castle. She hurried back up to her room laying the blanket out on her bed and hurried back down stairs to the hall. "Hello Ann. She heared her brother call as he waved his sword at her. "Dungles,get back here know." She heared her father yell.

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Name: Analee

Meaning of name: Grace

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Hair: Long curly dark hair up to her waist.

Eyes: A greenish/yellow color that has a light blue tint to it.

Skilled: Analee is very skilled with weapons like… swords, blades, bow and arrow

Pets: A snow white horse named Aistaraina which is one of the fastest horses ever.

Appearance: She has long dark straight hair, her eyes are a beauty for they are violet a colour not yet ever seen on earth. Analee is known to be one of the most beautiful girls ever seen.

Personality: She’s very kind and helpful but doesn’t like to be around too many people, she is also very shy and quiet so she doesn’t really talk to a lot of people

History: Analee is the daughter of a poor family who live in Galinor, even though she is poor she still has a kind and caring heart
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Analee wandered around the market with a small basket in one of her hands her long hair blowing in the wind.

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Annie leaved the hall and walk around the kindom stoping at the stables to see her horse Broak. Leaving the stables see ran into Analee. "Hello." she said.

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Analee gasped as she saw the princess and quickly looked down at the floor... a poor girl like her was not supposed to talk to royalty.

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"Its ok Analee I am not........"she pause rembering that she was not supposed to talk to people who were not royal. She did't really care.

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Analee picked up her basket quickly without looking the princess in the eye, "I should be off mam" she said quickly curtsing even though it was not her thing.

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[font=Arial, sans-serif][.. I hope you don't mind that I join..]

A dark figure sat in the back of the local village pub, drinking from a wooden goblet. The figure kept to hi'self during his time there, not uttering a word, nor making so much as a dull clunk from his goblet. If it weren't for the spirited flicks of light that danced over his corner from the nearby fireplace, no one would of guessed his presence.

He came in. He whispered his order to the barkeep, and he sat down. For three good hours, the figure sat watching the ongoings of the tavern, taking small sips from the goblet placed before him. He was clad so heavily in fact, that no one would of guessed that the figure was indeed, female.

Eilwynn had been beckoned from the King of Galinor to do a small favor. Small favors were, of course, her specialty. She travelled alone, and had no history or family from what others could tell, so she made for the perfect person to do dirty work that was life threatening. Had she not been born a girl, she would have been thrown into the King's army, like it or not.

Eilwynn was of tall stature, standing at 5' 7", and wonderfully proportioned, having a slender and toned, but not overwhelmingly muscular form. Underneath her thick black cloak, and cloth she wore from the bridge of her nose to her neck, there lied a fair-skinned beauty. Her eyes were quiet large, and possessed a youthfulness unlike any other. They seemed to glow a dark amber, almost indian red, and they were lined with long dark smokey lashes; and there was a small curving tattoe below her right eye.

Her hair was a silky ebony, that layered and reached to the small of her back, but was most often braided and out of her way. A faint scar etched just under her jaw, the length of two inches. She bore several more scars here and there from distant battles with humans and other things, however they were all concealed. There was one dagger at left thigh, two hidden in her boots, and two curved, machete like swords at her back. Around her neck she wore a long necklace, at the end was a leather pouch made from the skin of a dragon. Yes, she killed dragons. But not always, she was payed to kill things that threatened cities and villages, that pouch was an extra bonus to her pay, but she thought of it more as a keepsake and memory.

Eilwynn did not hate dragons, she actually quiet respected them, and tried to keep her distance when possible. However, a woman could not live on an empty stomach, and since most relied on husbands, she had to get money any way she could. What the King had in mind for her, she still did not know. It was not like any of her clients to not tell her what must ne "taken care of" first hand, rather than having to travel a great distance to find out.

It was still light out, and she figured that she would just go to the King tomorrow. He could wait. If it cost her to come all this way, he could wait. She sipped the hot cider and rum ( Her favorite beverage, she thought of herself) and remained mute, eyes scanning the tavern, studying everything down to it's wooden countertops... [/font]

(I would like t'join, if this hasn't died......)

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(I'll join too. I'll go ahead and post my bio, if this thread isn't dead.)

Name: Frela

Age: 19

Appearance: short, light blond, blue-eyed, shabby leather armour and coif

Weapons: quarterstaff and sling, and of course a dagger
Personality: is a thief, so she ahs a quick wit and is a fast talker. Can be manipulative and friendly at the same time. When you get down to it, not a bad person.

History: From the country, orphaned, went to city with nothing but her horse, wound up becoming successful and infamous thief.

Frela sat at the back of the room, talking with one of her accomplises and sipping her ale. Brog, a friend from her brief prison stay, was gorging himself on bread and sausage, ever so slightly drunk. "You know, you really augh'a try this. I'sss really nah' bad!" he slurred.

"I think you're done for now, Brog. Besides, I'm here on bussiness," Frela said, patiently taking away his tankard. "I've picked out a target, so sober up."

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(*decides to wait and see before posting her bio*)

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[Perhaps you should private message Constantine. After all, 'tis her rp.]

(True.....)

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~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

(True.....)

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~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~