Name: Zero

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Breed or Species: 3/4 dragon, 1/4 human

Description:
.....Appearance:
http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/ ... _heise.jpg -but with leathery blood-red wings (dragon wings, but smaller, fits his humanoid body) Zero is a dragon in a human form- that's the best way to put it. Red eyes and red serpentile wing are unmistakable signs of dragon heritage. Zero chooses to mostly cover his body in blood red armor, showing only his face in public. His entire body are human except that they're covered in scales. Blood-red scales. Only his hands and feet are actually human-like, with human skin and human nails. His hair is also dark red in color. He has a fair face, but his blood-red eyes betray the savagery that hides behind such a mask.
.....Personality and History:
Zero has lived a life of negligence and isolation. Because of his appearance, he was chased away from every village he went to as a youngling in fear. Realizing that the cruel world of humans would not accept him as he is, he retreated into deep woods. He had learned his lesson. Dominate or be dominated. Kill or be killed. In the woods he practiced his powers of water and fire, training himself for the role he had promised himself that he would play on the world. After he had come out, at the age of 25, he was a demon, and a cruel demon at that. He was bound by no laws, no customs, and was controlled solely by his own whim. If any annoy or oppose him, they are his next target.

But also due to his dragon heritage, he heals faster than humans do, are stronger physically than humans, and can see at night. But he has no affinity to magis, and can just control his element. He also has fangs.

Weakness: Zero does not like it when somebody grabs his wings. If one of his wings were grabbed, somehow it interferes with his powers.

Weapons and Powers:
.....Power: Ability to control, create, and manipulate fire. He can also cause water to freeze when he wants, but that's as far as his ability with water goes.
.....Weapons: a Saber, and does not flinch away from killing with it. He enjoys it actually... You could say he's a bit of a... pyromaniac and an obsessed killer...

Other:

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smeagollum, you can make your powers now, and we'll just assign you an egg!

Egg Assignments
Death Egg:smeagollum
Tropical Egg: Keelin_Rose
Moon Egg: Meldawen
Plains Egg: The~Doctor
Light Egg: Turwaithiel Swann
Desert Egg: Lady Gweniven McAlester

We still need one more spot!

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I'll start now. I will be gone for the weekend though! Sorry!

Can someone play my character so I am not lost? Thanks! Whoever has my premission to play her!


Emmeline sat next to the fire of the remaining eggs. There was a depressed, sad feeling hovering over the camp. Her, Rena, Sorcha, and Kith all looked worn and hollow. They lost 3/4 of their group to the Russians. Still they had to go on. They would mourn for those they lost, but they had to honor them by getting through this journey of theirs. The map, the eggs, and Crymsons sword--whom they werer instructed to pass along to her daughter, Firis-- were all lying in the cave, where they took shelter. The animals were outside of the cave, looking out for the new Chosen. The list contained 8 new names--all given to them before Crymson sacrificed herself. She didn't know how the ones were chosen to move on but somehow, Emmeline found herself sitting here.
Emmeline turned to the rest of the surviving group.
"I find this journey more dreadful and dark than I originally did." She said solemnly, "It wasn't right, what the Russian's requested of us."
Emmeline felt somewhat empty now. The group who she had risked so much for was now almost all gone. But she felt closer to the original Chosen who sat here now. Watching your friends die was a horrible thing, but somehow it drew her closer to those remaining.
Emmeline was anxious for the new people to arrive. They would have to go through and introduction and then a new egg ceremony, where the people transferred some of their powers to the eggs. Emmeline's own egg- the Sun Egg- sat safely in her traveling packs. She made sure it was safe. Though, the loss of those who carried the rest of the eggs made her feel doubtful of what the egg stood for.

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you know? that tropical egg invokes an image of a spotted, multicolored dinosaur egg... that's floating in midair...
don't ask me why...
so we begin 7/16? monday?

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LOL!

Sorry, I posted My first entry in my last post!! If someone could play my character for me while i am gone for the weekend, that would be Amazing! Thanks!!

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I believe Keelin-Rose claimed the last spot on page 3! So we're all ready! lol I'll post soon

I'll post my bio in a bit. Sorry for being a little slow on the get go.

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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.

I'll post for your character, Amoniel! It's alright The~Doctor!

Edit:
Also, I now have the map! I have also typed out the names of the cities they have visited, so you know! Also, we are outside the citing of Kiev, Ukraine.
map: http://i10.tinypic.com/549w1lx.jpg
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Rena sat by the fire, looking into it as if in a trance. She had never had anyone close to her die before. She had seen the enemy die, and didn't care. But watching the others suffer, it scarred her for life. Plus, getting away, she was cut on the shoulder. The wound was cared for, and healing, but would also be another scar for life. A tear ran down her face. How could this had happened? She shook her head. Get over it. It was the risk they all took, taking a chance of protecting the eggs. At least now they could have a second chance... but there would be no second chance for the ones gone...

Rena shook her head again. If I don't dwell on it... it won't hurtt as much... will it? she tellepathically asked the buckskin horse that stood outside the came. The mare just snorted.
I smell someone... something in the air, she informed.
"Someone's coming..."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Sorcha sat near the fire, her knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, head hanging down. She pulled herself a little closer to the fire, as if it could warm the coldness within her. She was still in shock over the slaughter of the Chosen- her mind refused to take it all in.

<i>Let it go.</i> Etain said into her mind, an unusual gentleness in his tone. <i>It's not your fault- there's nothing you could have done to stop it.</i>

She didn't answer. It took Rena's words to draw her out of her stunned mood. "Someone's coming."

Shaking herself slightly, Sorcha stood and stretched. "Who is it?"

((okay, I found the list of the color of the egg, and what kind of egg they are:
Red:Magma
Orange:Desert
Yellow:Plains
Green:Tropical
Blue:Arctic
Indigo:Tundra
Violet:Deep Sea
Silver:Moon
Gold:Sun
Black:Light
White:Dark
Brown:Death

Yeesh... if feels like I went to the 10th page of the old thread just to find these! lol!))

Rena shrugged. Still sitting and stairing at the fire.
"Maybe we should write a song about them. Or a tale... I think a song would be better..." she murmered to herself...

Granit stood, her head up, and ears alert. I'm not sure... the sent isn't familiar, Granit informed, but realized now that Rena wasn't listening, and snorted...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"Yes... a song." Sorcha nodded slowly. "Or both." She had come up with several stories in her life, but usually kept them to herself. If there was anything she could do to help honor the Chosen, though, she'd be eager to do it.

(I will update my bio in a little bit. I have a few other things around the forum to finish first. I was wondering.. do the newly chosen ones just add in right on, or do we need to be like.. appointed... first?)

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Shander let out an bloodchilling screach as he landed just outside the firelight.
Illyanna slid from his back tossing her silver white hair back out of her eyes. "I was told to come here..." She said watching the other people warily.
She stay close to her mount.

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Name: Adilya
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Breed or Species: 3/4th human, 1/4th elf.
Description: Straight long black hair (down to her waist). Green eyes, with a tinge of blue. Slender and pale white skin.
Weakness: Her power only works with eye contact, so she will be powerless when she is sleeping.
Weapons and Powers:
--An Elven Bow passed down from her great-grandfather, with arrows (of course), and some knifes. She is able to use a sword, but doesn't perfer it.
--When she makes eye contact with someone, Adilya is able to cause them to feel death, heal them, or not do anything.
Other: She is the youngest. All of her brothers ans sisters have gone off already. Her father died when she was young, and her mother is now bed-ridden. Adilya left the house about a year and a half ago to take up her own life while one of her sisters took care of her mother.


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Name: Bryceson (Called Bry)
Species: Giant Eagle
Gender: Male
Description: It looks like an eagle, but bigger. [like the LotR ones.]
Powers and/or abilities: Can talk to Adilya.

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Just a question, whats the love-interest policy on the RP. The usual "Keep it family friendly and PG-13 or less"?

Oooh, thanks for the map Eru, it's done very well!



I just want to say, I was not infering and/or implying anything about Russians when I made them demand blood payment, I just couldnt think of anything else to do. Just so you all know.

Ah... just, hope none of this offends any Russians... anway... hm... I'm not sure what the romance should be rated... but for now I'd keep it family friendly... PG-13 (though... it seems PG-13 has gotten really graphic these days...)

And smeag... I really don't get your question that much... the new chosen were already summoned to the cave, and should start arriving...

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Rena quickly stood up as a new chosen arrived. She glanced at Emmeline, then Sorcha.

Emmeline stood slowly, and smiled slightly.
"Yes, you were. And we will explain why when the others get here so we don't have to repeat ourselves. I'm Emmeline, this is Sorcha, Kith, and Rena."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

yay, i'm in. here's my bio:


Name: Ember Nykole

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Breed or Species: Elf

Description: about 5' 7", blonde hair, green eyes

Weakness: quick temper; has had no formal elemental training, so she sometimes loses control of it. her power does not work well in oceans/lakes/any large body of water.

Weapons and Powers: fights with two long daggers (like Legolas), Elemental of Earth: gets power from the earth, can make plants and trees grow/wither, creates landslides etc.

Other: has a telepathic connection with Satire

Animal-

Name: Satire

Species: Hippogryph

Gender: Female

Description: half gryphon/horse. fur is all golden-brown, dark brown tail. feathers are the same colour as it's tail. Her front 2 legs are like eagles legs, her rear legs are like horses legs. Her chest has white speckles.

Powers and/or abilities: can transfer energy to Ember to use. can speak with Ember telepathically.

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Name Change: i decided to anglicize my name, it used to be Caoilfhionn

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