sister??? maybe....^^^....please...

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If you can handle having a sister that sees dead people..

*note the intended pun*

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Hmmm... Well... if Artemis is ok with the keepers having love interests, I might be up for that.

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Wow thanks for all the replies you guys! Sorry I haven't replied to your posts but I've been gone the whole day. Okay I'll try to answer your questions. I'm totally fine with all the love interests by the way.

CF: As far as the male characters go, since we are starting when the five Keepers have just arrived in the world of men, then you could just be any man who somehow meets them. I don't really have any restrictions for that. So whatever you want will be fine.

Turwathiel: The brother thing is fine except for the fact that they couldn't know that they were brother and sister since the sister would have been taken from the family at birth, but that would be kinda cool to have them somehow find out later that they're related.

Pearl Evenstar: Here's a pretty good link for some fantasy type names if you're still having trouble http://www.geocities.com/fantasynames/

Nauriel Rochnur: Sorry that all the Keeper positions have been taken, but if you're still interested you can make up an OC. And the part of evil sorcerer is still open.

Well, I think I covered it all. By the way, all of the bios were great . Ummm... and if anyone wants to play a male character to be my love interest at some point that would be great. The more romance the better. lol.

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I'll go ahead and post IC and you guys can all just jump in when you're ready. Oh yeah just so you know, the five Keepers think of themselves as sisters even though they are not blood related.

Naidele pulled her wind blown flame red hair away from her face and stared in awe at her surroundings. She had never seen so many people before. At the Isle of the Goddess, it had always been her, her Sister Keepers, her Mother Keepers, and of course the Great Goddess. Now there were so many people she couldn't even count them all. Although she was curious and excited about all the commotion, it was somewhat frightening. In all her 17 years, she had never been off the Isle and now, almost without warning, she and her sisters had been thrust out into the world. She shivered involuntarily as she thought of just why they had been sent out into the world. Well, they would have to deal with that soon enough. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light green silk dress and looked to her four sisters, wondering what they thought about all the bustle.

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By the way, the people don't know anything about the Elements, the Keepers, or the Great Goddess. They worship their own separate dieties that they create. Ya know like false idols and pagan religion that stuff. So any of the OCs who meet the Keepers will not know what they are. They also don't know anything about how the sorcerer got all his power. They just know that he's an evil magician who's trying to take over the world.

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Alrighty! Yay! Here is my bio!

Name: Khienro
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearence:Tall, strong, lean build, really bright blue eyes(if this sounds MS, I am basing it mildly off someone I know, so...) And light brown tossled hair, cut short. (I was thinking of what Obi-Wan looks like in Ep. 1 for some reason, it that helps at all...)
Personality: Kind, though can be quite grumpy in bad situations, does as told without question, unless he feels agaist it, and is also quite sensative to change, as well as everthing around him.
Ocupation: Blacksmith apprentice.
History: Was raised in a small, poor village, and when he was around the age of 11, his father was taken away from him and his mother, due to the fact that his family could not pay their taxes, and then, when he turned 12, a local blacksmith took pity on the family and took him in as an apprentice, so that he could make an income for he and his mother.
Weapons: Is very experienced with swords, axes and knives, due to his years as a blacksmith. But he has almost no knowledge of bows, as they have no metal parts, save the arrow tips.

anyone who is interested in him as a love interest, please PM me.

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Nakaida, as ever, was unmoved and stood looking around her with more curiousity than fear. "How odd," she murmured. "They are so misguided here."

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Irritably pushing her long black hair out of her face, Alayna gazed impassively at their surroundings. True, the sheer amount of people was shocking at first, but the pale young woman had just accepted that fact as a normality of this strange world. And, as it was, the world just didn't interest her as it might have interested her other sisters, aside from the vibrancy and aliveness of the people..as well as the noisyness and hustle-and-bustle of daily life of those around them. Whatever she thought, however, she was just anxious to get on with what they had been sent to do, and that translated through the expression on her face.

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Naidele was as always baffled by Nakaida's calm demeanor and Alayna's lack of interest. Despite the intimidation she felt, a smile of child like delight crept onto her full pink lips. "Isn't this so exciting?!" she exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer, "Look at all these people!" She turned to Alayna. "Come on," she said playfully, "You have to be at least a little bit excited."

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Her own lips curling into a wry smile, Nakaida murmured, "Yes...exciting indeed."

She folded her arms, and pushed her hair out of her face. "Though exciting as it is...we must remember we do have a task to do."

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((I'm sooo in =) And I'll repeat Star Gazer's words - anyone who is interested in him as a love interest, please PM me =)

Name: Dalmar
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: He has extremely bad temper, in our own words, he could be described as dynamite. It's hard to tick him off though as he belongs to calm type of people, the one who never worry about, more or less, anything. You'll always find him in the center of the attention, he feels best when he's surrounded with people.
Appearance: Dark hair, dark eyes, tall and athletic. ((I would really continue. But my muse kinda died =P ))
Weapons: A sword and small, hidden, deadly dagger.))

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Khienro hammered away at the horseshoe that he was making, and soon cooled it off in a tub of water, and let it fall into the heap of the ones he had already made. Had finished that, but a he still had a matter of buisness left; a soldier had come by earlier, and had a mending job he needed for a sword... quite a bad one too. It was nitched in every vital place for a sword, all along the blade, yes, and also a very deep dent right above the hilt. this was going to take some work. Taking a rectangular piece of metal out of a barral, Khienro waisted no time in heating it up, getting ready to fill in the gaps of the long broadsword. After it was a bright yellow, he took some large sissor type pliers and cut a small piece off, and aplyed it to the sword, near the hilt. He then began hammering away at it, the clear ringing of his hammer echoing throughout the busy, chaotic, city.

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Name: Orindil
Gender: male
Race: elf
Age: appears in his early 20's
Occupation: ranger/cleric

Appearance: http://classes.design.ucla.edu/si05/des ... archer.jpg
long silver hair; silver eyes; tall and slender build; ash bow; rapier; several dirks

Personality: appears to be aloof and unfeeling, but can be compassionate inside; courteous when the mood strikes him; brooding air; mostly keeps to himself but does have woodland friends

History: He left the elven kingdoms at an early age, dissatisfied with their secluded and peaceful ways of life. Naive and unprepared, he entered a world that was not full of grand adventure and excitement as he often romanticized.

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The whetstone chipped away at the lethal arrow points. Slender fingers manipulated the whetstone with adroit ease, sharpening the arrow to fine deadliness.

Leaning against a wall on the perimeter of the marketplace and immune to the bustle around him, Orindil ran a finger along the arrow he'd fletched himself. Satisfied, he slipped it back into the quiver and drew out another. He briefly glanced up at the sun to discern how much longer he had until nightfall. He owned a small apartment in this human city, but he had other plans tonight. The moon was full, the weather sound. Tonight, he would melt into his forest home and become one with his so often neglected elven heritage.

As he glanced up, he noticed a group of five young women standing in the center of the crowded street. With a shrug, he began returning to his whetting when he looked again, closer this time. The girls seemed disconcerted, perhaps even lost.

Beneath his outer shell, his heart was already stirring with goodwill. With an even louder sigh, he rose to see if he could be of some aid.

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awesome!!!!!!!! hannon le!!!!



If that an offer?

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Ayern sat on the steps of an old Church building, overlooking the city main square. He was cleaning his old sword as he sighed.

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I'm gonna go ahead and give the evil sorcerer a name so if anyone wants to make reference to him they can. His name will be *goes and looks for evil sounding name*.... Okandar. Ok and some info about his whereabouts and such: He is in a fortress he has had built miles away from the coast (so the Keepers will have to journey for awhile until they reach him). At this fortress, he is gathering an army. He knows that the five Keepers have been sent to defeat him and so he has sent out a number of assasins who will make attempts to capture them. He doesn't nescessarily want them dead... yet.

Naidele forced the grin from her face and nodded grimly. "Yes," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "But how are we even going to start. Do we simply ride up to Okandar's fortress and say 'Good day! I'm sorry but we've been sent to do away with you'?" It all seemed hopeless to her. She was going to say more, but just then she noticed a man approaching them. Instinctively, her hand went to the hilt of the small dagger she kept hidden at her belt.

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