I am Satrina. I am Satrina. I am Satrina...She ran through the dense, dark woods that were Mirkwood forest, the young girl she only dreamed of now. Mordor was behind her now, and her captor with it. Or at least she'd hoped. There was a darkness around her, a presence of evil rought by the hatred stemming from her deep blue eyes, eyes that have seen much more than their time should have allowed. So much more, it seemed, than anyone should ever have to see.

She kept on through the darkness in her thin wedding gown, red hair a glowing fire behind her in draping curls. She tripped and fell, scraped her already raw kneecaps and elbows, but she kept on, getting up whenever she fell. She didn't much know where she was going, nor did she care. The bruises, after a while, numbed to a dull ache and she hardly noticed the scrapes and cuts. Her mind turned only out of habit and what little sleep she did get, beneath thick branches and in the hollows of trees, was interrupted by the fiery nightmares that burned behind her lucid eyes.


Satrina woke from the same repeating dream that had haunted her night after night for four years, but it was different because it didn't end the same as the others; with her arriving at the cave and then the village, meeting her now foster mother tattered and dirty in the white gown Fadin had given her. Kalara shook her awake with a kind, elderly smile, holding a simple cake in one hand.

"Happy birthday, little one," she said as she handed Satrina the pastry. Satrina could only smile at the woman with what she believed to be a convincingly groggy look. Kala knew better. "Little one," - that was her nickname for the girl - "be happy, it's your eighteenth birthday afterall."

"Oh yes, becasue my birthdays are always a joyous occasion." The words stung as they left Satrina's lips but didn't phase the older, much older, woman. In fact, to Satrina's frustration, Kala's smile broadened a bit.

"Everyone's birthdays should be joyous occasions, including yours. Now up and get dressed, little one, the day ahead will be a long one."

Satrina complied silently, sliding out of her warm bed into the chill winter air. Shivering only a little, she slid the wool dress Kala had laid out for her over her head, red curls tumbling messily to her shoulders. The dark fabric itched Satrina's skin but she didn't mind too much; it was warm and that was what mattered. Her blue eyes roamed for the millionth time around the small room she called home. One bed, a dresser, a table and now a small cake resting where her foster mother of now almost exactly four years had left it. She took a bite of the pastry and had to smile and shake her head. Perfect, as all Kala's cooking was.

After a few minutes of dawdling, Satrina finally emerged from her small room into the proportionately small house, looking from side to side for any sign of her mother. "Mother?" she called out halfheartedly, expecting the woman to be in her garden. Four years and every day she tended to her beautiful flowers. Satrina had always wondered how anyone could commit to something so tedious for that long. The flowers were amazing, of course, and beautiful like the small cottage they surrounded. Like everything Satrina saw, now, they were beautiful.

She made her way outside, finishing off her birthday cake. It only took a look around to tell her that her mother wasn't in the garden. Panic struck just a moment after her heart skipped in fear, her nightmares spilling before her as irrationally as they were rational. She spun, red curls bobbing and blue eyes wide with fear only she knew to be. Then they landed on the dark figure just inside the doorway of her meager home.

The man was unusually tall and dark-skinned, pale tattoos marking his stark features. His high cheekbones gave him an air of grace but his near-black eyes marred that grace with evil intentions. Satrina remembered that they were flecked with red, those deep convincing eyes of his. Farin Marimner had mind controlling powers, or atleast that's what he'd told her four years prior, but she didn't think he needed them; his eyes were entrancing enough.

And now they pierced her like a thousand daggers.

"Where is she?" Her voice didn't betray her, but her hands might have if they weren't clenched into fists. Her daggers were out of their sheaths the moment that mocking smirk touched his lips, blades crossed at his throat in half a heartbeat, only a hair's width from slitting his neck. She had to talk herself silently into sparing him his life in the moments it took him to tell her of the whereabouts of her mother.

"Who? That old woman living with you?" he laughed, tilting his dark eyes down to meet hers, pierced eyebrow raising contemptuously. The blades pressed against his skin and she growled, fear replaced by pure anger. "She's safe - for now."

"Where is she?" Satrina repeated.

"Ah, little Rina..." He stepped back. She stepped foreward. "Calm yourself, my Rina. She will be returned to her home as soon as I have you as my bride." Farin, with a tilt of his head, kissed the hand holding one of her daggers. She scowled at him and the blade slit his skin, dark crimson liquid running down the silver dagger and onto her pale fingers.

"Scum...I'll have you dead and find her myself."

"Good luck finding her, Satrina. My, my, you have grown into yourself beautifully. I knew you would. You are eighteen, no?"

"Farin, you will tell me where she is or else you'd better pray to the Valar I kill you quickly." Satrina's fists shook with fury, blue eyes burning with long-held hatred for the man that deflowered her mercilessly so long ago.

"I was never one to pray, little Rina." His chuckle sliced through her as he let some of his own blood drip onto his finger, licking it off with that mocking stare. "Till we meet again, my bride." He disappeared, leaving her to crumple to the floor, bloodied daggers still clenched in her pale hands.

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Leyahi sat at a dark table in the shadowed corner of a nameless traveller's in, sipping the ale clenched in her hands. Contrast to the rest of the inn's merry occupants she sat with a look of mild annoyance at the noise around her. Clad in men's slacks and a matching black blouse, her short red curls stood out in the darkness, blue eyes searching the faces searching for familiarity. She found none and took another drink from her mug, sighing.

[Okay so this is the first I've tried rp'ng on a forum in a long, long time and it might not be the best, but it's....long. Haha. ^_^; In any case, your posts definitely don't have to be as long. The paragraph after the ---s is the present, anything above that is kind of history. And yes, Satrina is the same as Leyahi. >.> That it? I think so. Anyways....do have fun. =)]

((I haven't read the entire thing yet but um, could you give a brief plot and such of what excatly is happening in this RPG, please? Welcome, also, for you seem new! Yes, I am random, but hey, all hail randomness! I'm Tur, btw!))

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(yes do tell what is this Rp's path? (hi Tur!*waves *) I might like to join if i know what to RP about )

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Halana, a young elf about 17 walked in. she was in a dark cloke and looked around to make sure no one knew who she was.
Halana was a run away. she didn't like her life at home or the rules...so she left. she was seeking adventure.
she went over to a barmaid and asked if they served any poraige or anything like that. the girl smiled and nodded and went off to get her some.
Halana sat down at a near by table. she surely wasnt dressed like a girl. she had on some tan breeches and a tunic that was light blue and a cloke almost floor lenth.
about 5 mins later the barmaid came out with some poraige. Halana paid her and then started eating.
she was disgusted by the stuff..but it was all she could afford.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

[Hello dears. =) I'm not much used to roleplaying here yet...heh. Leyahi's past(or a bit of it anyways) is explained in the beginning....She was betrothed to Farin when she was 14, ran away on the day of the wedding, ended up in Mirkwood on Kalara's doorstep, Kalara took care of her, Farin came back for her on her 18th birthday and took Kalara. She's basically spent two years searching for them, became a badazz, blahblahblah. I'm a sucker for making character histories. In any case, she's a mute. Mhmm. Went mute after Kalara was taken and pretty much hates everyone...Confusing? Kinda, but it gets less so. I'm making it up as I go along. XD But like I said, your posts definitely don't have to be as long as mine...I like literacy. The only thing I ask is please please please don't use webspeak. I promise your keyboard won't eat your fingers if you use proper grammar.]

[*cough*Lady Raelyn, I do hate to be picky, but a bit of constructive criticism? Your sentences are a bit choppy and kind of...bland I suppose. Use adjectives, they really liven things up. Also, it's a lot easier to make contact with the character in question, tell a little backstory, add some conflict...I'm really not trying to be harsh, but I'm out for a literate roleplay, something challenging.]

Deawen stood on a dawn lit peir by the sea in the arms of her Husband she was weeping he was too. " why do you have to go? Can't the King send someome else?" she asked bitterly Her husband kissed the top of her head and shut his eyes. " This is My duty I have to, Deawen don't look at me like that I'll be back before you know it " he had his eyes shut but he knew she would be glaring. Someome shouted the orders to cast off. Her husband pulled away and Kissed her, safe in his arms one last time...
Deawen walked down the damp streets of the town Ignoring the glances and stares she got from Men. Her dress was simple, conservitive hiding all traces of her feminity(sp) her grayish blue eyes peirced shadows as they searched silently for an Inn.she was small only reaching the shoulders of most people but when she came to a group of men in her way, instead of her sidestepping them they parted like paper ripped in half. soon she found what she searched for, entering the inn she walked carefuly to a table towards the back. she didn't order anything right away but sat tracing the grain of the wood moodily. she had the commanding air of a well brought up lady, but she seemed to be traveling. But her eyes in the soft light showed she was heartbroken. She finaly ordered a ale and sipped it watching the room.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((well, hullo Deawen! How are you? And to Aliana, I'm still confused, but hey, I can make things up as I go along. Also, Deawen, your char is human, correct? And you are in a human realm, yes? It makes more sense with my charactor if that is so, but if not, we will see what happens. ))

A cloaked woman entered the inn, her face and features hidden. She was tall for a woman, but that was normal for her race. She was an Elf, but she didn't want any of the human's knowing that, not yet, anyway. She had long black hair that was dressed in a braided elvish fashion, and she wore light Elvish war clothes, but they were also fit for travel. They were blue in color, but they could not be seen because of the black cloak she wore to hide her Elvish features...and her weapons. She was heavily armed, with two curved swords and a long ash bow of the Lothlorien Elves, along with a few hidden daggers.

Her name was Turwaithiel, and she walked into the inn and walked into the back of the room, near the fireplace and sat down. Her silver-blue eyes where the only features that anyone could see, and she scanned the room.

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( as always Tur...I can't rp elves too....diffirent for my mood swings. Mortals so moody and yes to your other question.)
Deawen watched the cloaked woman enter the inn and sit nearby in the back. she watched still moody lost in thought or memories. one memory took hold of her thoughts and strangled any happiness she might possibly have conjured...the day she recieved word of her Husband's death she was in the king's court dressed in scarlet silks how she laughed with the other ladies at the jest made by a courtier. the door swung open and a messenger swept in bearing a scroll, how she thought of her husband as the scroll was passed to the King who sat on his dais. all eyes were on the king as his face paled. he cleared his throat and announced that the ship bearing Deawen's husband had sunk in a storm. the world seemed to spin shock then denial passed over Deawen like a cold wind. her world shattered she was alone...

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((lol Okay, thanks.))

Turwaithiel looked around and dared anyone to mess with her by glaring at them with her eyes. Then, she saw a women looking at her. She almost gave her the same glare she gave the men that looked at her, but Turwaithiel could see in the women's eyes that something troubled her. Was this the women she was sent to find? She thought to herself? She fit the descrition perfectly. She added to herself. She would just wait and she what she did when she noticed Tur looking at her.

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Deawen's unwavering gaze would make the most daring people squirm but this woman didn't seem to effected she seemed to be trying to figure something out. Deawen made a sigh and twilered her mug absently wieghing options "i could leave....then where to? I could introduce myself to this woman...bad idea could be an enemy. stay here, quiet safe alone..."ah yes alone that dreaded feeling sank into her stomach again as she thought to herself. she stayed where she was and did not look at the woman anymore instead she set her attention on the nearby fire.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((is it okay if I make your char part of her plans? It's not bad, Tur is good I have a plan for why she is there and it will help your char))

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Freya appeared out of nothingness, outside of Mirkwood's fringes, with Frodo at her side. They were going to Mirkwood for a change of scenery from Valanor. Taking each other's hands, the pair vanished into the gloom of the spider-infested forest.

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The Seemingly Nice But Actually Really Nasty Nazgul
School ate my life. *sigh*

(sure )

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((awesome! Hannon le!))

Turwaithiel sighed, and saw that even though this women had an icey glare, she couldn't compete with her own. She smiled. It was true. The glare proved it and comfirmed any doubts that she had before. She heaved another heavy sigh and stood, walking gracefully towards the woman. She walked up to the women and looked down on her, just as the tavern fell quiet.

"Might I have a word, Lady?" She asked, making her voice more gruff and barely over a whisper. She didn't want anyone but the women to know she was an Elf and she didn't want the women to know just yet.

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Deawen looked up her eyes searching for intent "you seem to have more than justa word" she spoke finaly her voice cool and unemotional. " shall we go some where more...private?' she asked her voice still smooth as glass.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Turwaithiel grinned, but Deawen couldn't tell because of her cloak. She liked her already. But, in her reply, all she did was nod to Deawen's question and stepped out of the way to let Deawen through.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly