I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to drop out. I just got a job, and with it and school, I probably won't be able to be on as much

Oh, that's too bad, Elenya. You'll be missed!

I have my second bio. I'm still working on the third.
Name: Koltok
Race: Centaur
Gender: Male
Age: 103 (He'd be comparable to a 28 year old in human terms)
Appearance: Strongly built. Dappled grey horse body. Black tail, hair, and feathering. Steel colored eyes.
Personality: Wise, humourus. A bit sarcastic
Occupation: Messenger boy for the rebel groups. And though that job may sound stupid, its actually really cool, trust me.
Weapons: Hooves, and a long knife, but mainly his long bow.
Powers/Element: N/A. (At this time)
Loyalty: Rebel
History: Koltoc grew up deep in the middle of the woods. While he and some other centaurs were away hunting, thier villiage was attacked by Galias' forces. Koltoc was the only one of the hunting part that didn't let his anger take control of him. The others pursued the enemy, and were no doubt killed. Koltoc knoew that he had to oppose Galias.
Other: Koltoc has a dark grey falcon, Kira.

Just because I can, I'm going to play an elf too. She's an alteration of my main LotR character, which I've changed to fit the RP and be consistant with the time differences. And I'll improve upon my Vritch bio as well.

Name: Meleth
Age: Not very old for an elf, perhaps 45, and appears as a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old human, though she tries to look older and acts older as well.
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.
Occupation: Spy for the rebels
Garb: Dark-colored, but well made. She very rarely wears dresses.
Weapons: Twin knives, Silme and Are (Seel-may and ah-ray, moonlight and sunlight) and a bow and arrows.
Powers: mind communication
Loyalty: Rebel
History: Meleth's family was hunted down and killed by Galias while she was younger, and she holds a rather large grudge along with a deep distrust of anyone associated with him.

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( Bye Elenya......on a happier note, we're starting.)

It was particularly cold that fall morning. Smoke seemed to come out of your mouth as you breathed and a thin mist came off the river nearby. Brilliant shades of orange and red clung to the forest drowning the few green leaves left. A few of the trees had completely shed their leaves but the majority still was slowly dying. However it was clear that it would be a short autumn. Winter was closing in fast. A light frost spread across the forest floor and it had begun snowing on the foothills of the Appaline Mountains.

Lana walked among the practicing soldiers, her shoulders huddled under a cloak. The Vritch wore a simple blue blouse with a brown leather jerkin over it. Her long ivory tresses had been pulled back into a braid that went down to a little past her mid-back. Sheathed at her side was a long sword. Her purple eyes blazed with irritation. Not only with the dismal weather, but with her troops. The training field was a large flat area that the rebels had cleared out. A series of targets and dummies had been set up for the soldiers to practice on. On this particular morning, her company was sparing each other with swords. She walked over to one particular pair that was struggling. They had been standing there looking dumb just lightly tapping each others blades.

“What’s wrong with you,” she barked. “This is a spar, gentlemen.” She grabbed one by the collar. “Right now this is you’re enemy, not you’re comrade so ACT LIKE IT. The enemy will not be merciful so neither shall you be. I want to see sweat and hard work. The swords are enchanted to not cut so do not give me excuses on trying to keep your partner safe.” She released the man and stalked off to join her captains who were also watching the training session.

“There is no reason to be so hard on them,” remarked one of the captains.
“All morning, I’ve seen slack and no improvement. They are putting no effort into this. What is wrong with them this morning,” she snapped angrily.
“It’s cold General-”
“That’s no excuse. Battles do not wait for good weather.”

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"No," came the voice of a slender female elf, who was twirling one of her curved blades restlessly. She was not a captain, but staying in the camp temporarily between excursions to spy on the enemy. "But no enemy will attack in cold weather if he can help it. It means more provisions, clothes, the danger of frostbite and exposure, and no company of soldiers I have seen is sufficiently equipped to deal with such." She tossed her brilliant silver hair over one shoulder and continued to play absently with her weapon, flicking it thorugh the air with uncanny accuracy and swiftness.

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(I hope I can make somesort of a small regard to my character ok?)

A soldier came running to Lana with his sword revealed, there was some blood spilled on it apparently from wounding an enemy.

"General! I think we might have found a spy! A human, he was spotted going trough the maps of the camps and we fear that he might have even sent them somewhere. Come have a look"

But actually there was no need as a man dressed in a black leather armour was dragged by his shoulder to the scene and placed on his knee`s before the general. His hair was pitch black and he wore a hood over his head, he breathed heavily and had his arm cut in a nasty way. He did not gaze up to Lana, but kept staring at the ground with a rather mad smile on his face.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

The elf's delicately slanted eyebrows raised in interest and instantly her silvery voice echoed in the human's head as he slumped on his knees in front of Lana. Why have you come? she demanded telepathically, her pale-skinned face impassive. No one would have guessed she was doing any sort of interrogation. If you are a spy say so now and we may be...less harsh. She hesitated slightly - being a spy herself she felt a twinge of pity.

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The spy laughed and gazed at them all, fear and madness glimmered in his eyes as he watched them before him. He spat on the ground, but received a kick in his stomach for his insolence and he groaned in pain. He held his stomach, but then began to crawl towards Lana and raised on his knee`s before her. His hands were tied, but he had then against his chest with his palms open and a smile on his face.

"The Black One has seen you, he has seen your foe and he knows that whatever you do it will cost you too much for you to stop him. He will rule this world no matter what you try, if you strike at him your true foes shall strike in your backs and you have lost.

It is hopeless, submit to his power and praise his name! For he has shown us the future, the inevitable that you cannot stop!"

He declared in a fanatic way and lunged at Lana as an attempt to strangle her.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

In a flash the elf's razor-sharp twin knives were at his throat. She breathed normally, with no exertion, but her dark eyes were glittering dangerously with fury. Moving nimbly, one of her blades passed close enough to his ear to lop off a tuft of hair and she hissed, "Be still!" so that only he could hear. Then her voice again echoed in his head. Be warned - you will die for your actions if you do not cease. Now.

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As an ultimate answer the spy willingly pressed his throat against the blades with all the strength he could muster fom his body, it did not seem like a human thing to do as humans were usually willing to survive. Yet this man was driven by obession, fanatical devotion and perhaps a certain lizard had his part in this all. In the shadows of his cave Kharandros smiled sadisticly at the sight, he saw it all trough the mans eyes and he controlled the man´s movement.

His spies were devoted, even so devoted that no had been caught and Kharandros was going to make sure none would....

Blood lines appeared on the man`s neck as he pushed towards Lana.

"You will meet him, The Black One has forseen your meeting general..."

The last word general was a serpent like hiss and then it was only the desperate throat sounds of a dying man.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

The elf stepped back with a gasp, her mask of efficiency and poise slipping for a moment to reveal her horror and shock. Her head whipped toward Lana, lips parted slightly and black eyes wide. She still held her twin knives loosely, stained with the blood of the now-dying man. She rubbed her own throat, almost unconsciously. Let me never be spurred to such fanaticism... she thought desperately, and drew a long breath, emotion draining from her eyes as she buried her feelings inside her.

Looking at Lana, she tossed her hair out of her eyes and said submissively, voice wobbling only slightly, "You have my deepest apologies, General, I was unaware that the enemies' spies were so - zealous."

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Avalyn ran through the forest, not hindered by the cold weather, she could hear the chattering of squirrels, the chirping of birds, many of the sounds that she had come to know and love. As the slender forest nymph sprinted towards White Leaf, she could hear sounds of yelling. She slowed down quickly and then gracfully lifted her arms above her head and starting at her feet, she gained a tree-like appearence, until she looked identical to any willow tree that might be in the wood surrounding the area. Avalyn then waited to either tire of listening, or to be discovered by the leader of the group infront of her, who she figured was a vritch.

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

"Nothing to apologize about," she said. She looked at the dead man with disgust. "He was a fool to get this far and then expose himself," she muttered more to herself then anyone else. "Elf, what is your name?" she said curiously. Lana did not recognize the elf but that was no suprise. She didn't really have time to know everyone's name. She had enough to worry about without having to bother to pay courtesy by knowing everyone's name.

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The elf, who was glaring intensely at the packed-dirt training ground, snapped her head up to look at Lana. "Meleth," she said in a low voice. "I'm Meleth." She paused for a moment, and sheathed her twin knives with a ring of metal on metal. She did so without looking down. "I'm not surprised you don't know - this is my first visit to the rebel camp in a while. Forays into enemy territory are not small errands."

Inclining her head in an almost automatic expression of respect for the general, Meleth stepped back to let her deal with the current situation. She had been no help by inducing the mad spy to kill himself, a fact that she was berating herself for - as was indicated by the grimly set jaw in her lovely oval face and the annoyed expression in her dark eyes.

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Avalyn sighed. This was not going to go anywhere. She brought down her arms and regained her elvish appearence. She silently snuck up behind the vritch, and then quietly layed down on the ground as not to be seen.

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

"Meleth, I'd like to see you in my tent." Her head turned away from the elf. Lana indicated two captains. "You there, strip this many of any belongings he has on him. I want everything that might be of importance. Scraps of paper, little trinkets everything. And then bury the body in the cemetary." Silently, she drew a dagger out of her sleeve. She took a few steps backward making sure that they looked perfectly natural. Quickly she turned onto the nymph, holding the dagger above the intruders back. "And what my I ask are you doing? Do not try to run for the second you move this dagger will be in your back."

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