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Long before the medieval ages the song of the midnight sirens could be heard through out every forest. The twin sisters where the source of all magic, their song was what gave magic to the blood of the mages, gave strength to their spells.
Even the magical creatures drew strength from their song, the curses of the lycanthropes and the light of the unicorn, where ever magic was weaved the sirens where the source.
Their song gave life to the trees, allowing them to talk to one another, to guide or hinder travellers.
They had always been together though, no other creature had seen ever them, and all they could do was watch though still water as the world changed around them, never touching it but always seeing.

Their song never stopped, never faltered, their voiced joined in the air and created a third song, that was why there was two sirens, if one was forced to sing the with the voice of pure magic then the cost would be her life and the end to all magic.
So their song continued, their voices never faltering, always echoing through the forests, never heard outside of them but always felt.

But then one king found out about the twins, found out about their untold beauty, that who ever controlled them controlled all magic, the chance for immortality. The king followed the song of the sirens, he searched every forest, listening always and never stopping. Until, at the age of seventy nine he came to the oldest wood in Scotland, their song was loudest there, the trees were ancient and untouched.

The king eventually found the sirens and for the first time in eons the sirens stopped their song, all magic everywhere ceased to exist, the unicorns became simple horses and the werewolves where no longer cursed. Their eyes wide and fearful as they looked upon the king, he demanded they go with him, that they give him immortality, they denied him both and in a rage he slew one of the sisters.
A mistake.
For in her death a massive amount of focused energy was released, hitting one of the body guards, infusing him with its energy, he fell from his horse, writhing in pain as it burned his very soul.

The king then turned to the other siren, he demanded immortality once again, she looked at him with sorrow filled eyes, walked up to him and kissed his lips, doing so bound his soul to that plane of existence; she then whispered into his ear, "with every death you suffer you shall be reborn".
The siren then seemed to age in front of the kings eyes, older and older, until she was nothing but dust.
The king returned to his kingdom though when an assassin killed him that night, he did not miraculously appear in a new body, instead his soul moved to his unborn son, where his memories would surface once the boy reached twenty eight.
The guard had been sent home, his ordeal had been forgotten, to the king it had been unimportant. The guard had fallen unconscious from the pain, but awoke a day later with no memory of what occurred.

The guards first child after what had happened held the power though, and it passed on and on, dormant in the male children, untapped in the female children.
But the power passed on, waiting, always waiting.

Now it is 2008.
A couple sits in a cafe together, the man into the twenty eighth year of his life, his birthday is the next day.
The woman is carrying his child, his daughter, though it is not seen and neither know of the life growing inside her, the girl will be able to do what two sirens could not, her song will give magic to the world.

But only if she is allowed to live, only if her song is allowed to flow freely, only then will mages be given their magic, only then will those with the dormant curse change their forms.


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Rules:
Norm RP rules

Parts:

Kings descendant: Nathan Frey-Lokki Zarr-Grungron

Guards descendant: Ilaria-Whisper

werewolves:

mages:

Other: (might even be demons stuck on earth as humans for years because of the lack of magic)
Ethereal Human-Tyrus/Justin Walters-Honor01
Turashic-Kulisk Demon-RampantInsanity
Mage-Jackson Rhea-Greetings Gunslinger
Mage-Mohrad Mohandas Suresh-Lokki Zarr-Grungron


Character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance:
personality:
Bio:
Extra: (did i forget anything?)

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Okies. I'm in. I will reserve the spot of the King's descendant if that is okay. Will post Character Sheet tomorrow night. Thanks.

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Name:Tyrus(Modern day: Justin Walters)
Age:3012
Race:Ethereal Human
Appearance:About 5'10" with a sleek, muscular build. Short brown hair and a well kept beard.
personality:Affable and friendly, albeit a little aloof. Likes jokes and is very fond of beer.
Bio:Tyrus was born in Norway over three thousand years ago. At first, he seemed like a normal child. But, when he turned 60 and he still possessed the body of a man in his mid twenties, he realized that there was something different about him. Through much studying and travel, he learned that was was a being born of the ether of magic. Eventually, Tyrus found a way to enter the ether where he spent what seemed like ten thousand years training his body and his mind. When he emerged, only ten years had passed. Tyrus lived his life as an adventurer, fighting many battles and exploring the far reaches of the land. A day came when Tyrus felt darkness enter the world. There was an absence of the feeling of light, as if someone had prematurely blown out a lamp or candle. The air stood still. Tyrus knew what had happened, the singers had been smitten. For many years he searched the land for the abhorrent fool who had done such a thing, but to no avail. He continued his search to this day, when he looks for the 50th heir to the curse.
Extra:Although Tyrus is immortal, he cannot use magic. He cannot fly and possess normal human attributes. The only thing different about him is that he is immortal and very wise.

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>.< the guards decendant is the pregnant one, it also wouldnt show yet, as they don't know.

and honor01 you came very close to not following the story lol but yeah the last part cleared it all up, ur accepted.

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(this isn't finished)

Name: Ilaria (second name is same as descendant of the king)
Age: 26
Race: Human, descendant of guard
Appearance:

http://www.emmagem.com/images/fashion/F024.jpg

personality: artistic when she is bored, though she has a quick temper she isn't much to hold a grudge, usually quiet and reserved she can become quite protective if something of hers is in danger.
this is how she is before she finds out she's pregnant.

Bio: Ilaria has always kept her self busy, whether she is writing a story, at work, singing or just doing something to keep her mind from wandering.
Ilaria doesn't feel emotions properly, she can feel angry or happy but she cannot feel grief, she may cry but feels nothing. When ever her mind is allowed to wander Ilaria always feels as if she has lost someone close to her, but she is never sure who. (rest will be added or will be RP)

Extra: She is two months pregnant but hasn't noticed the missing time of the month because of how she keeps her self active, she doesn't have time to remember it.

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What's up I'm new here but this one sounds like a fun one to get back in the hang of things.

Name: Turashic

Age: about 613 years before the sisters died

Race: Kulisk Demon, Once known for their love of combat and standing in the underworld. They were some of the most feared fighters in all the underworld.

Appearance: In the days when magic still flowed he had a skin of dark grey with red lines running over his body almost as if his skin were cracking. He had short black hair that was spiky extending upwards about half a foot of his head with some hanging down to the right side and pointing downward. His forehead had a row of six spikes that curved upward and wore only about an inch. He was of medium build his body finely toned with clawes that looked like elongated fingernails.. He wore an overcoat of dark red that left his torso exposed and paints of black with no shoes. In the present though his skin has returned to an almost normal color, but still slighty ashen. The horns are gone as well and his hair has grown out nearly covering his entire face. His clothes are the same but badly worn out. The overcoat is at away with half of it looking to be torn at about his torso and then jaggedly cutting down. Holes are numerous in it. His paint legs are shreded as far as up to the knees. All and all he looks like a homeless person. He also carries a bo staff with him. Once a powerful weapon that allowed him to turn his energy into a deadly weapon now it is but a stick. It looks to be rotting with cracks running through it. Despite it's feeble appearance it refuses to break.

Bio: Before magic was taken from the world he resided in the underworld. He sought only to fight the strongest of opponents to test his skill. Most of these were in the underworld but whenever world trailed of a strong fighter or he sensed one in the mortal world he would pass over to the mortal plane to challenge such a fighter. He's never simply killed for fun or took joy in slaughtering, for it's the challenge of the fight and the chance of death that he craves. But more then anything he wants to get stronger and test the limits of his own powers. This was also his failing. For on the day of the harpies he sensed such power at the moment of the first sisters death that he rushed to the mortal plane thinking that perhaps this would be the fight that would truly push him to the brink of death. Only to late did he realize what was happening and with all his speed he rushed to the entrance to the underworld but all his speed wasn't enough for with it insight he watched as the gate closed and all his magic power drained turning him from a demon of a noble line to little more then a mere mortal. The shock sent him into a comma like state where he stayed sleeping til the day when he felt an inkling of the magic that once cascaded over the world. As he awoke he looked to see his mortal appearance. But even worst then this he couldn't remember anything about himself or his past. Not even his name would come to him and all he had were the ragid garments and the time worn bo staff in his hand. It is from this state that he enters the story.
personality: His personality is a bit unpredictable. With no memories of who he is to anchor him he is prone to states of extreme emotion from anger to sadness. However he never seems like he's in a good mood and most of the time is quiet and to himself. He starts fights whenever he can but without the power he once had and his memory he often winds up losing. This is also due to the lack of motivation to really win but fighting is all he can remember. He knows that the feeling is something he once loved but why he can't remember and so the pain of the wounds is all that is leaft to remind him of who he might once have been. He shows up with various wounds untreated and it makes him look rather like an outcast dog that's been beaten but refuses to back off. Perhaps a part of him is simply looking for the death that he so craved being fought to the brink of and defeating in a final triumpet glory of power and skill.

Extra: He will protect the child even if he thinks he's protecting the women due to an unexplainable desire. He doesn't even know why and he can't sense the magical potential of the child on a concious level. But on a subconcious buried behind his amnesia something knows exactly why even if he can't remember. His physical attributes are a bit better then the average mortal along with healing that is better. However only by a bit sense there is no magic to fuel his powers. However if he is close to the source of magic and catches some from the child he may be able to get some power back. This would only be for a short time though as the time his body has been inactive has weakened it and also without memory he won't know how to fully use it and will have only instinct to rely on. How to recover his memory he has no clue of but knows that he must.

Thats my bio let me know if I can be in.

Name: Jackson Rhea

Age: 28

Race: Mage

Appearance: Jackson's shaggy black hair often falls down into his amber eyes, but he normally tries to keep the unkempt mess pulled back into a ponytail to avoid mishaps. His body has been honed by years of martial arts and swordsmanship training, and his body is made entirely of rock hard muscle. The Rhea family is a well known, well to-do family that has made millions in the shipping industry, so he tries to dress as fashionably as possible, even though a lot of his suits end up getting ruined because of the many battles that he and his family have been through to protect the descendants. Because of his family's millions, they've also gained ownership to many of the world's most famous magical artifacts, though none of the auction houses believed them to be so. Because of that, Jackson carries the sword that is believed to be Excalibur, and is rumored to having been seen with the Spear of Destiny, to use as his weapons in protecting the descendants.

Bio: Jackson grew up training for the day that the "descendant" of the sisters would be born into the world. Ever since their death, his forefathers have documented and passed down their amazing history of finding and protecting every descendant of the guard in order to ensure the rebirth of magic. His intelligence rivals that of many worldly scholars, and is vast beyond his meager 28 years of life, and he is extremely ready to assume the mantle of Fire Mage

**I can edit to the desire of the the RP, just let me know **

Okay, the husband before the switch is first. Going to talk to Whisper about after the switch so that I can get it right tonight.

Name: Nathan Frey
Age: Nearly 28
Race: Human
Appearance: 6ft 1" with a medium, broad shouldered build. Thick, healthy and clean black hair rests just on his collar and ears and brow. Green eyes and reasonably pale skin. Well groomed.
Personality: Despite the tough exterior that most people who bother him get, Nathan is a kind, generous and chivalrous man, especially when it comes to Ilaria. He always looked to protect the people he cared about
Bio: He lived a straight forward life, really. Growing up in a respectable middle-class family, becoming well educated and then moved into a job he loved. He met Ilaria towards the end of his higher education and has been with her since. She meant everything to him. Before her everything seemed perfect, but it felt incomplete to him. Now that they were together (married?) he couldn't think of a life better worth living - he would love some kids, though...
Extra: I'll come back to this.

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Name: Although he lost the right to bear his name it would have been Mohrad Mohandas Suresh
Age: He stopped counting at the age of 80 and still looks like it. (Real age, as old as the event when magic disappeared.)
Race: Mage
Appearance: Mohrad has grown bald and his beard is grey. His skin is as dark as chocolate milk which has brought him in trouble many a time. His eyes are hooded by his brow and have an ashen colour to them, as if he where to be blind. His beard barely reaches his collar bone.
Personality:
Bio: Since the loss of his magic has Mohrad been wandering the world in the hope to find answers. He has found none until this very day. As he searches libraries for forgotten tomes of the past does Mohrad pick up a strange reading. It seems to him that the magic that he once possessed is returning, but where is this source coming from?
Extra: You know I like to be vague about my characters at first.

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You've seen the movies, but it's different when you're the one getting hit in the crossfire.
You know you should stop the bleeding, you just don't know how.

Midnight Sirens IC

ic is up

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