I'll join, but I can't find the thread "Annwyn's Many Characters"

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(Lady Dark Moon, I have never before had the pleaure of meeting you. Allow me to introduce myself... nah, that takes too long. But I very much appreciate your banner. In answer to the question it poses: nothing. I do not desire power; I could not bear the burden it would place upon me. I apologise for butting in.)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

[ ..What? It's on the first page of Character Bio's. It shouldn't be hard to find at all. ]

[ You should join Artinwe, if you rp in this section. I'd be the first time I've rp'd with the both of you. ]

eh... haha I'm so stupid....

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(*appears* May I join?....lol)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

by the way which one's your character? you have many....

Name: Knyn Qanaye (pronounced 'KAH nen' 'kan I')
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 27
Occupation: swordsman

Abilities: most efficient with greatsword; shortsword for close quarters and excellent mark at crossbow; is also trained in longbow

Personality: silent and brooding air; distrustful of most people and effectively looks after himself; speaks only when he has something good to say and raises his voice only when necessary; is known to have a wry sense of humor

Appearance: long black hair; dark, penetrating eyes; lithe and agile; wears a black cloak with hood that shadows his face; supple leather armor beneath cloak; greatsword slung over his back, shortsword and assortment of daggers and crossbows at his belt

History: He was born in a small, insignificant village in the mountains. His parents were peasants, and he himself was destined to be nothing greater than a common farmer. At the age of 15 his village was burned down by war. Since then he has been living alone, gaining experience from his battles surviving in a war-torn country.

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(Hmm... Are we in a fantasy world?...*must know so she can know which character to use*lol)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

The tavern was not the most reputable in town, nor was it the filthiest. In fact, Knyn found himself musing as he entered, he had been in far worse places. The bar was unusually crowded that night, teeming to the brim with the usual ruffians and a few suspicious-looking soldiers out to gather news. A tall, hooded shadow, no one paid much attention to him as he stepped inside and scanned around for an empty table. His search availed little, as every table was full and he himself had no intention of sharing his company.

It was not difficult to pick up gossip. The rumors of war rode on black wings. But Knyn found the actual getting close enough to civilization part detestable. His footfalls making no sound against the wooden planks of the floor, he crossed over to the bar and leaned against it, his hand stroking the hilt of his shortsword beneath his cloak. He slapped away two grinning drunks and a few seductive barmaids before the barkeeper finally took note of him.

"Eh? What do you want?"

Knyn slapped a coin on the counter and murmured, "Wine."

As the barkeeper shuffled away to get his order, Knyn studied the faces of the people around him.

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yes, I belive so....

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(Okay then, good.... *now must decide which character to use* Could you go to the 'New Characters' board, look at 'Rumour, Shapeshifter and Assassin Extraordinaire' and 'Mira Shadowmirror, Druidess and Illusionist Extraordinaire' and tell me which one you think would best?.... I can't decide....lol)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

[ Yes.. it's..yeah. You could call it fantasy. ( Aren't I articulate today..) ]

It had been a while before he drew his sea-gray optics away from the obsidian liquid that swirled in his goblet, and finally risked studying the room. It was just as his eyes met a " Wanted - Dead or Alive" parchment nailed to the wall across from him, that he caught the sentence of a cantankerous elderly man..: " Escaped he did, not but four months ago..Dangerous and armed, he could be anywhere."

As if he hadn't felt morose enough, the news of his prevail against the gaurds of the prison had pervaded throughout villages like fire. Rigorous attempts to remain hidden and obscurred to the public would be unbelievably harder now. Sighing, he watch unobtrusively as a newcomer silently entered the tavern, and a group of minstrels attempted a tune. Averting his somber gaze back to his table, he listened to the song unfurl, and softly trace the rim of his cup with his fingertips.

(Okay, good... Fantasy....)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

After receiving his drink and sipping it absently, Knyn conducted a search of the tavern. He came up with exactly what he'd feared. A few drunks, some ruffians, full-bosomed barmaids, minstrels who looked as if they had more brains in their flutes than in their heads. He sighed heavily before noting another man sitting in the corner. He passed a "wanted" poster on his way around the room, and stopped to investigate. Some prince or another, accused of patricide. He shrugged and continued walking. The matters of the royal family were trivial to him.

He reached the table where the stranger was sitting and stood around, attempting to look nonchalant. Noting that his casual act was failing immensely, he finally sighed again and said without expression, "May I sit?"

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