(eep, thats so sad! :[ )

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Illyanna closed here eyes and took a deep breath calming herself before adding her magic to the eggs. Onec that was done she walked back over to Shander.

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Airithnu looked at Rena and then shrugged, walking over to the fire, and looking straight into it. She had always been fanicinated with fire, but she also hated it with a passion, for it had done something to her that no one knew of, but her and her memories and she caught herself staring into it for a while, that fateful memory came back to her and she wished it wouldn't, but it was too late to stop it now.

Airithnu felt the heat of the fire on her face, even though it was tear-struck, and she could still hear the blood-curtling screams echo through her ears as the fire contiuned to eat up the forest-

Airithnu gaze broke from the fire. A small trickle of sweat went down her face. She shook away the memory as she shut her eyes and concentrated on the eggs, reaching her hand out. She felt her enegry flow through her veins and slip out her fingertips, carrying her magic from her own body to the eggs.

Airithnu opened her eyes slowly and, without looking into the fire again, walked back to the mouth of the cave, awaiting the others to do the same with the eggs.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Sorcha stepped up to the fire and closed her eyes. She sent a little of her magic into the center of the circle, feeling it spread to each egg.

Stepping back, she walked over to Emmeline. "Do you know where Rena went?" she asked softly.

[wow, that was fast...]

Zero cocked his head, and after a little hesitation, put some of his magic into the center of the circle.

He felt like biting somebody. The smell of the rabbit outside was killing him. He promised himself, the first thing he was going to do as soon as he gets out of this cave is to roast that rabbit. And eat it. Or maybe not eat it. Just... kill it. As a form of celebration to congratulate himself on becoming a faithful member of this glorious gang which had all the people he'd ever wanted to be with day and night.

Okay, that was a lie. He just wanted to kill something.

"Don't know where she went, but if she's not coming back soon, I'd like to hunt a rabbit or two."

Without waiting for an answer he sent a searing bolt of fire, white hot with pent up energy, towards a bush. A wink and the fire was gone. The bush, now left with only branches (do bushes have branches?), smoked a little.

Zero went over and picked up the rabbit. It was a bit burnt.

"Rabbit anyone?" Zero offered with a wide smile.

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I'm here!

Name: Mirrim
Age: 19
Gender: female
Breed or Species: human
Description: slightly below average height, with wavy dark brown hair to the middle of her back. It's generally worn in a braid. Brown eyes and fair skin. Very slight build.
Weakness: She can heal with her powers for quite some time without tiring, but is unable to heal herself.
Weapons and Powers: An oddly old-fashioned ornate hunting knife. Has a great dislike for guns.
Other: She can communicate telepathically with Twygrin but their link is limited - it gets weaker as they get further apart, and anyone with telepathic ability would be able to sever the connection if they so wished.

Name: Twygrin
Species: Wyvern
Gender: male
Description: silver-scaled wyvern, only large enough to carry Mirrim and not likely to get much bigger.
Powers and/or abilities: telepathic communication with Mirrim, see above.

But one question - what time period is this? And what sort of weapons are available? I'm confused as to what backgrounds these character are coming from.

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(yeah i was wondering that too i thought it was like historical ish like in the past, but the pay phone and the car... if i'd known it was present day i would've put some other weapon for myself...

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((actually it's set a few years in the futur from what I gather... though not much of the technology has changed... go ahead and change weapons if you'd like! Sorry for the inconvenience, but I belive I had said something about that...

... I believe on page 2! ))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Emmeline turned to Sorcha, "She went into town. She looked upset. Well, more upset..."

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Mirrim watched them talk but did not interject - such was her personality. She had said very little so far. To be perfectly frank she found discussion distracting what with the matter before them.

Dragon eggs. Mirrim found herself wanting to finger them, feel what the life within could tell. Slowly she added her own magic to the fire with an outstretched hand glowing white, expression thoughtful and a little perplexed, and sat back to stare into the flames. Her fellow Chosen did not seem to have a penchant for interesting conversation - and the scorched bush at the mouth of the cave marked a personality she reminded herself to be wary of. Curious, yes, but at Mirrim's heart was a powerful sense of caution that she felt could border on cowardice. Granted, only she felt this uneasiness, but it made her considerably more aware of her actions. Cowardice was, in Mirrim's mind, a thing to be avoided at all costs. Gaze flicking between the rest of the Chosen, Mirrim unconsciously chewed her lip. She was unmoving still when a gentle telepathic prod brought her out of contemplation.

That Firis. Twygrin's voice was mildly reprimanding.

Mirrim's eyes shifted. Firis?

I know you're shy - but you know what I mean, Mirrim.

Inwardly - but not outwardly - sighing a little, Mirrim screwed herself up and went to sit by the other Chosen. There was a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry about - about Crymson and Dawnfire," she began awkwardly.

((When's Darky back? If it's not for a while, I can play Firis too))

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Adilya slowed lowered her hand. She had inserted all of the magic, she believed, she could into the central fire. Now, all she had to do was wait for everyone else to finish.

Bry continued to complain about the crampiness of the cave. To this, Adilya yelled at him, Then, just leave the cave, and I'll call you back. Her eyes wondered over to look straight on Bry with a "get over it" look upon her face.

You promised.

I'm not going to do anything to you; I did promise. Now, you need to go out and get some fresh air while I figure out more what is going on.

You trust them?

If you don't, you can stay and protect me in the cramped cave. Bry sat for a moment and thought back and forth to myself in the never-ending loophole. Reassuringly, Adilya told Bry, I'm a big girl. I'll be fine. With this, Bry big his leave to go out and get some fresh air until Adilya's beckoning.

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A few minutes later, Granit landed infront of the cave, Rena on her back. The girl jumped of.
I feel like punching something or some one... I wish one of those ranger people were here... I'd have fun punching the life out of them... she thought.
Rena! Granit sounded shocked.
What? It's true... I feel like punching something...

Rena walked into the cave, keeping her head down, and sat by the fire, and pulled her knees to her chest...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

OOC: Oh, I missed the post with the time period. I'm going to change his pic and weapons, and I'll post them [s]tomorrow probably[/s] now.

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Picture:
Weapons: Tiernan has a sword belted to his left hip and also has a combat knife in a sheath on the small of his back. He has two Beretta Px4 Storm SD’s (Special Duty). One is in a holster on his right hip but the other is concealed in a holster just below his combat knife on his back. Both have sound suppressors on them and three extra clips of .45 ACP pistol ammo. The one on his right hip also has a small flashlight attached to it courtesy of the Picatinny rail under the muzzle. Both have a three-dot, luminescent sight. He also has a SCAR-H CQC (SOF Combat Assault Rifle-Heavy(Variant) Close Quarters Combat(Variant)) with a x6 optical scope and sound supressor. (He very rarely uses it as it is hard to find ammo for it and he has just one extra clip on him, so it's for emergency use only.)

IC: Tiernan held his hand out towards the eggs, muttering, "Fuego." It always helped him concentrate his magic when he said some nonsense sylable to go along with it. Now we're commited.

Yes, replied Talyn, and there is no way to weasle out of this agreement. A binding of magic...nice touch.

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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.

((Cool bio, Meldawen! I played Firis a little, but you can go ahead the play her!))

Seeing Rena walk in and sit down, Sorcha walked over. "What's the matter?" It was unlike Rena to not even find out what had happened during her absence.

((Nice pic ...The~Doctor...))

Illyanna felt tention building in the room and stood retreving her harp. She hated tention. She began playing again allowing the music to flow unhindered from the instrument. After a whild she began singing sofly. An Elvish lulaby to calm and sooth ragged nerves and frightened children.

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I'll edit mine a little too... forget the armor..

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 red leather, leather jacket, pants, gloves, and black boots, 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 magic, 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... Also he has a Urban Sniper custom fitted with slugs and a 12-in. barrel.

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