muhahahaha we'll see

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I have noticed that there are a few people who don't know my character so I figure it would be best while waiting to post my Character's Bio.

Name: Deawen Elsent (Shadow Maiden, Dragon fire)
Race: human-ish (i'll explain later)
age: 17
Apperance: Slender, pale, short (5ft) though not stubby or stocky. tends to wear dark colors. her hair is a dark copper and eyes of a deep hue of blue.
weapons: anything she can get ahold of but mainly sword and dagger.
Talents: she is very agile, quick with a sword but her true talent is fire... she is capable of summoning fire and bending it to her will. though she has a fear of water.
History: no one knows her history save the legend she allowed to persist, but she was brought to mordor unwillingly her gift of fire revealed earning her a place in a soceity. she has an air of Nobility suggesting that she came from such backrounds. she isn't cold hearted just often misunderstood which results to a cold shoulder or worse. She revels in war no matter the odds, many thought she was too young to fight but seeing as she is more accoplished than most swordmen.

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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

^yay thank you Deawen..I was actually wondering where I could find your bio

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Is that everyone, then?

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Thanks to Revenge for the lovely set!
~Married Legolas of Gondolin April 6, 2006~<center>

^ Yes, it is.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

^ Yes, it is.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

yeeeees we can start

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You are lucky then that I noticed that you were not part of the original Rp and therefore needed to post the Bio. Then again, I could have been very evil and not have post the Bio at all, leaving you to decipher the complex enigma of my character....

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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

Deawen came over the hill at a casual pace her black cloak billowing behind her revealing several sets of knives and daggers as well as a long curved sword. she wore a beautiful black embrioded tunic a dark red shirt under that and a black and red riding skirt. Her hair was put up in a complicated braid to mimick a dragon coil. her delicate fingers wrapped themselves around the pommel of her sword, or were gently curved at her side. Her Keen and expressive eyes showed she was eager but her face was blank a mask of no emotion.
she was a mystery to most no one knew her story but rumors and legends find themselves into the world. Some said she was an Easterling Princess which would explain her disposition and bearing, but she lacked the physical characteristics, she was pale, slender, short, fair haired and eyes of water instead of the swarthy dark featured easterling.

She smiled at Xoroku who looked impatiant and annoyed
" what is the matter? no one punctual today?" she asked in placid yet slightly teasing tone war was her first love but irratating someone else was just as much fun.

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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

Nia of Rohan rode up to the Black Gate, looking very nervous and tired. She was battered, beaten and rather bruised. She looked up towards Deawen and Xoroku and then looked down again. Her naked sword was limp in her hand, her bow and arrows lay on her back. Nia said nothing, too tired to say or do anything at the moment.

Angil was late. very late. they were supposed to meet half an hour ago. and she didn't even have a good reason for being late. she spured on her horse, riding through the lands near the black gate. finally she arrived, and noticed with relief that she wasn't the only one late. she joined Nia, Deawen and Xoroku. "I thought I was the one late" she said, dismounting from the horse.

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Nia looked at Angil, muttering, "You're not the only one, I've had a really bad day today..."

Shamíra rode up upon her black steed, Hiruk, red eyes as unreadable as ever. She cursed in several languages as she noted that only part of the party due to ride had assembled. "How long have you been waiting for the others?" she asked of Xoroku, tugging the reins hard to halt her horse. "Inexcusable," she muttered to herself.

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Thanks to Revenge for the lovely set!
~Married Legolas of Gondolin April 6, 2006~<center>

Amarthiel sat upon her black steed Morohtar, her cold lavender eyes filled with little remorse. Urging her mount onward she finally came upon the small group. Dismounting the mighty beast she strode up to the group, her dark hair billowing around her. “Excuse my absence, a few minor difficulties arose,” she purred, her eyes filled with a glint that could indicate a prior spilling of blood.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Another person rode up upon the Black Gate, a black haired, silver-red eyed Elf with a pale color of skin and armed considerly. Her name was Alyth Stormoon, and she was an extreme warrior for the Dark Lord, her offical title as "Scout", which meant she sometimes went ahead of the group and scouted things out before an attack or something along those lines. Alyth rode upon her steed, black in color and even blacker in it's heart, like it's master.

She grinned as she came up upon the group and said simply, "Ah, am I late again? My humble apologizes. I am here now, though."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly