A certain someone suggested I start this RP, so I did. (You know who you are....)

The setting takes place on a different world. The country this RP takes place in, Dertok, the government has become corrupt. A certain general decides he wants power and riches. Aided by both magical and unmagical beings, the he and some fellow generals are taking military control of the country. Know one knows what has happened to the king, or if he is even alive. To take down this new militaristic gov, the leading general must be killed. There will be plenty of his minions to kill.

There is magic in this world. You could be a dragon, a mage, or a werewolf. You could even make up your own creature. (Though if you do, PM me with it first.)

Rules. You should know them all, I hope.
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My character
Name: Kith
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Half shapeshifter.
Appearance: Dark completion, dark brown eyes, dark, dark brown hair. Very tall and muscular.
Weapons: Daggers, but he'll use anything he can get his hands on. Good at hand to hand fighting. Also, being a shapeshifter, the shapes he assumes.
Other: Grew in the desert. If ever there was an award for moodiness and an bleak out look on life, he would win.
Allegiance: Himself.
(For a in depth history, click on the link http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... 641#588641 )
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Kith stretched his legs as he woke from a light slumber. The musk of prison smell pressed around him, but he took no notice to it. He had been down here for awhile. He struggled to his feet; the dampness made the scars ache, and unpleasant reminder of things better left forgotten. He heard the loud stomp of approaching feet. "So the rats have got another person." He murmured to himself. "Figures." He sat back down. There was no use in using energy he didn't have to.

(Can I be an elf?)

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Absolutely.

Yay!

Name: Meleth Elenwen
Meaning: Beloved Star Maiden
Age: Depends upon RP
Gender: Female
Race: Elven
Appearance: Tall, like most elves, with long straight silver hair. Black eyes. Not unusually pretty for an elf, but obviously more attractive than a human. She has an air of slight mystery and has an extremely hard face to forget.
Garb: Dark-colored, but well made. She very rarely wears dresses, preferring instead to look like one of the Dunedain.
Weapons: Twin knives, Silme and Are (Seel-may and ah-ray, moonlight and sunlight) and a bow and arrows.
Family: Father, Suiadan; mother, Elenya; Siblings Adanessa and Linnadhiel, Sellion and Aearion. All deceased. Husband: None, she is afraid of anyone getting close to her. And therefore - no children.
History:: In the works!

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There were sounds of a scuffle in the passage, and a female voice speaking furiously and very fast in a different language, presumably her native tongue. Two harassed-looking guards hauled a female elf into view, who was resisting with all her might and cursing them with an admirable vocabulary of invectives. She was flushed and there was a large bruise on one cheekbone of her pale oval face, as though this resistance had carried on for quite some time. She caught a glimpse of Kith and fell silent, panting, as the guards hurriedly wrenched open a cell door and shoved her inside. She fell hard on the stone floor.

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Kith watched in amusement. The elf maiden was putting up a good fight. It served those gaurds right. Her curses made him smile. A mortal female would never be so bold as to swear like that. However, he did not find convict watching a particularly pleasing past time, and the elven woman, though in the cell across from him, fell from his mind.

"Might one inquire as to the source of your amusement?" came her voice from across the passage, slightly breathless, but still melodic, like bells. She was staring at Kith with intense black eyes. "You appear to be smiling, I find it odd that anyone should find a source of amusement here." This last was uttered with great disgust, as she searched the cold stone walls with her eyes as if looking for a weakness.

((EDIT: This is sort of medieval, right? Similar to LotR?))

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"Its a prison" He stated bluntly, hoping to get his point across in as few a words as possible.

One eyebrow arched elegantly up. "I gathered." A pause. "You have not answered my question."

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(Could I be a vampire/elf hybrid?)

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I was cured all right.

(Yep, Caunion. And Meldawen, in answer to you question, yes, it is rather like LotR)

"Spend a long time down here and you will know. Here, entertainment does not come often." He glanced down, hoping he wouldn't have to speak. He was well suited to be a loner, and was not at all social.

"I see." was her only reply. She seemed to have sensed his reluctance to speak, and settled herself with her back to one of the cold walls, arms wrapped around her knees, which were drawn up as if to ward off the cold. Her eyes constantly searched the cell, looking for a weakness - any weakness.

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"You're not going to find anything" He thought to mimself. All the new prisoners thought they would be able to find some weakness and escape. Of course they never did.

(whoa, you already started! Here is my char, NR)

Name: Elendi
Name means: Stranger of Light
Nickname: None known
Race:Shapeshifter
Eye color: Silver/green
Hair:
Color: Black
Length: Shoulder link
Usual style: braided
Build: Slightly Musular from long labor
Outfits:
Battle: Chainmail shirt over a long-sleeve blue tunic. Silver cloak, with hood.Usually brown or black breeches.
Grand: Never have worn something very nice.Choice of weapons: Almost anything she can get her hands on.
Sword name: Flagons
Inscription: I am the light that does not wither, I am Flagons, sword of Light!
Family:
Father:Dom
mother: Unknown
Companions:
Name: Shadow
Age: 2
color: black
mane tail color: black
race: horse
eye color: light blue

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Elendi awoke on the small cot in the cold, damp corner of the prison cell. Her head had started throbbing again as she could feel dried blood on the side of her head. It hurt to move her arm as she sat up and noticed another person in her cell. She sighed angrily. She didn't expect to be joined so soon. She looked at the young man and said, "Hullo, stranger."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Kith glared at the young girl in his cell. She had been thrown in there this morning. Kith reponded with only a nod in her direction and a hostile glare.

Elendi didn't glare back but smield a small smile and looked him in the eyes. She cocked her head to one side when she noticed a gleam in his eyes...it reminded her of her own. She wondered if he noticed.......then she stretched sorely and looked out the prison cell for the gaurd, who was nowhere to be seen.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Yeh!

Name: Erimak mors Pario
Age: 100
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire/elf hybrid
Eye Color: Cold blue
Appearance: Dark fair hair, pointed ears, tall, gaunt, runner-built, stealthy
Clothing: Wears dark robes and lamellar armor. Also has a black scarf covering his lower face, while his head is protected by a black lamellar helmet
Weapons: A longsword that is slightly curved at the end that has an onyx hilt. Also have two daggers
Magical powers: Is able to sustain powerful mental barriers, can summon temporary shrouds of invisibility, can cause darkness to gather albeit a few minutes, can cause amnesia in people.
Allegiance: The Death Bringers
History: Born to a vampire lady and an elven warrior, Erimak lived a fairly well life. When he was thirty however, his parents were killed during the rise of the Evil One, as the elves call them. He fell into a deep depression until he learned to channel his anger and sorrow into vengeance. Gathering all beings who sought revenge from the Evil One, he created an organization called the Death Bringers, dedicated to destroy the Evil One, end the corruption that reigned Dertok, and restore justice and balance
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Erimak and five other Death Bringers sprinted towards the wall. So far they managed this far through a shroud of invisibility Erimak conjured. Though the guards could not see them, the Death Bringers could see each other. All five turned towards Erimak, who nodded and began placing clawed gloves on that could help them scale the wall. As soon as they finished scaling the wall, the shroud dissipated, leaving them vulnerable to the guards' eyes. Quickly they made their way towards the dungeons.

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I was cured all right.