(can i change to an evil human? Sorry, i'll post my bio soon)

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OOC: I'll put my first post up tomorrow, sorry for being gone a while back, but my life was hectic.

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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.

((Occ:I understand! I haven't been able to find time to get onto the computer for a while...

@ Amoniel-Sure! ))

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Name- Cylinn
Rped by- Amoniel
Age- 27
Race- Human (Female)
Element/Ring- Ring Of Spirit (Evil)
Appearance- http://keiraknightleyfan.com/gallery/al ... mos/56.jpg
Weapons- Bow and arrow, Throwing daggers, long sword
History- She has not always been evil. She was severely betrayed by someone she love and turned her ablilities into evil. She has such hatred toward others, killing seems nothing to her. She has gone as far to kill her whole family, but is still looking for the person who betrayed her and hurt her most.
Special Abilities (beside element-limit to three)- Can move objects with her mind, Invisibility, Can produce a sort of invisible sheild for a short time- however it wears her energy down if the attack against her is powerfull


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(jw, in my history it talks about someone who betrayed her aka her other half/lover , does on of the male good element bearers want to play that?


Cylinn sulked in th shadows. She had tracked the group and finally found them. Cylinn smirked. It would be easy following them, she was good at hiding and anyone who faced her would be severly sorry.
Her dark clothes clung to her frail-looking body. Almost black hair fell in curly tresses down her back. A dark wool cloak covered a deep green tunic dress and black leggings. Her brown knee high boots were caked with mud and had a hole on the inside calf. Still, her worn clothes did not bother her. Cylinn fingered a throwing dagger and moved back to camp. She would check back soon to see if more had come.

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((My charrie could do that, Amoniel!))

Rhalen stayed seated, greeting each keeper with a smile as they came in. He fingered his own ring- a smooth whorl of dark wood, hanging from his neck on a tarnished chain.

(that would be cool! thank you so much! adds more drama to it )

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((lol...I love drama...lol))

Turwaithiel looked around and she asked, "Is everyone here? It just seems....small, too me."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"We're all here" Threng confirmed, toying with his ring. It was copper, the element of the air, speckled with small stones that had fallen from the heavens. "And aye, it does seem small. It has been a long time since we have gathered."

Turwaithiel nodded. "Aye. A little...too long."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Elarinya nodded silently as she slipped the ring from under her tunic, fingering the silver band attached to the chain. The star shaped diamond symbolizing the ring of light, shone brilliantly for a brief moment before she clutched it in her palm and hid the ring in her tunic once more. "What is the plan now?" she asked.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Elarinya was about to find out.

Just then, a presence came to the room, like a mist of cloud. Fog surrounded the forest and the cabin as the Old Bearer floated into the room. He used to be the Bearer of Spirit and he was the last alive, of both humans and Elves, of the Orignal Bearers. He revealed himself as he sat in the head chair. His body looked feeble and old. Wrinkles covered his entire body and he wore an old purple wizards cloak. His long white beard and hair seemed to flow together as he looked at all the Bearers in the eyes. Finally, he spoke.

"Well, my young Bearers...it's time." He looked at them all again, clearing his throat. His voice sounded weak and scratchy, as if he hadn't used it in a while. He contiuned, "The bandishment we first put on the Demons during the...Great War....is over. The Demons and their rings...have returned...as I...predicted." He tooked a long breath and smacked his lips a few times.

"I know you have lived your own lives for a while...my children...but now, you have a duty...a privledge...a calling...you are Bearer's of the...Rings...of Power. And you all..." He paused once more, looking them all in the eye, "have a role to play. My time...is almost up. Now, it is the time...for you to defeat the Demons...once and for all." The Old Bearer coughed loudly and whispered, "Go...to the Forest of the Elves...find Lady...Arwe....she will assist you..." He gapsed as he looked out and saw the moon. "My time...is now over...Good-bye and good luck..." He smiled and then, slowly, he faded until his seat was empty and a huge gust of wind came through the forest, as if the wind was carrying his spirit away. The lights went out again and all 7 Bearers sat in darkness.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

As the Old Bearer faded into the mist beyond, Elarinya had the strongest desire to call after him. But as swiftly as he came, he left, leaving them all in the darkness. At once Elarinya began to glow, drawing upon the power of her ring to illuminate the darkness. Glancing around at her fellow bearers she locked eyes with each of them. "Then it is time." she said quietly.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Cylinn watched as the other Bearers gathered. She was now on a tall black horse, who was standing silently. Cylinn fingered a black medallion around her neck. The symbol of a Spirit Bearer.
Cylinn shifted impaitently, she wanted to get this over with.

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Pendragon cracked his knuckles.
"Now we just need for the rest of us evil bearers to arrive... I've got a plan to take down our enemy." he said with an evil grin.

Amarith sad in her place at the evil bearer's gathering place.
"Maybe we should send out some kind of signal. You know how the others can get ahead of themselves and would want to go after them by themselves." she said, examining her long, knarled nails...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Okay I am not at all aware how many evil ring bearers still stick to this rp, but I am going to advance to wreak some havoc )

The forest around him was dead silent, his demonic presence frightened the animals away and allowed him to walk freely in the woods. As he walked past the many tree`s he drew scratches on them with his long and sharp fingernails. It was as, if nature itself sensed the defiler that walked amongst it`s creations, but was forced to stand silent as there was nothing it could do to harm the demon. Finally Garland stopped, before the greatest tree`s of the forest, and walked to them. He placed his hand on the surface of a great tree and quietly began whispering words of demonic magic. The crooked, blackened ring in his hand glowed a crimson light for a while before the light was sucked into the tree.

Slowly the tree began change, it`s colour`s darkened and it`s leaves dropped as, if it was dying by the demonic presence planted within. From the core of the tree the decay began to quietly spread to the roots, roots that connected and joined with other roots as a result of their growth. Garland watched quietly as the tree`s around him began their slow transformation and all he could do was smirk at the sight, it had been a long time coming and now it was here. Elves wouldn`t like it, the tree`s wouldn`t like it, but they all would be forced to accept it as the forest would be covered by a shadow.

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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!

Tlenes had never liked the Old Bearer, weak and sentimental fool that he was. Even so, the Old Bearer's knowledge was monumental, and even Tlenes had to admit that they wouldn't get anywhere without his guidance. But now his usefulness had expired. The Forest of the Elves... An eldritch place. Any mortal who walked under its dark canopy had never returned.

This was their path.

Tlenes stood and glanced impatiently at his fellow Bearers. "Then why do we wait? Our enemies are moving." He stalked to the door and opened it. "Hurry!" he snapped. He wasn't popular in their midst, and his harsh words were hardly improving that status.

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