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Zillia.X.Seraph
:: The First Candle I Blew Out :: The second of July :: How Many Candles I Blew Out So Far :: 36 (young for elf) :: Never Call Me a Boy/Girl Again :: Boy :: I am Into :: Girls :: I am :: Evil :: I Am Special :: Dark Elf :: My Best Friend :: A black muscled panther (yes yes Drizzt reference there, though I'm evil, so bam, it's away now) :: Dye My Hair and Call me E.M.O Cold, intelligent, never lets his emotions out, loves to fight. :: Dear Diary:: Zillia was born in a Dark Elf city, where he joined the military as soon as he could. He never did feel much for his family, but he looked up to his father, with respect, because he learned sword fighting from him. :: My Weapon is :: A Long Sword bathed in fire magic :: Im On Fire :: Shadowstep: Able to teleport to nearby shadows. Able to cast a few dark spells, which hurt Dance of Death: using his dark magic to increase his swordplay for a short amount of time. :: I also Have :: A necklace that opens my ability to cast Dark spells further. 
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 Flitwing, son of Snipjaw :: The First Blade I Received :: The third day of Greensun :: How Many Notches In My Blade:: 23 :: Refrain From Calling Me A Maggot/Aphid :: Male :: I Am Pulled To :: Females :: My Blade Marks Me As :: Noble, though not necessarily good :: I Am Unique :: Cockroach :: My Closest Companion :: Stick insect, specifically Phobaeticus serratipes :: Paint My Chitin and Refer To Me As Antagonistic :: Flitwing is a knight in shining armor, loyal, noble, willing to risk his life. He always speaks in a strange way, reminiscent of medieval english. :: To The Journal :: Flitwing serves his kind and his homeland. He is a noted warrior in his world, that of small insects, and having defeated a powerful and villainous roach warlord as a youngling has done nothing to harm his reputation. :: The Blade I Wield Is :: A powerful rapier, formerly his fathers. Made of course for roach hands only. :: I Feel Alive :: Flitwing has an extensive hammerspace, able to put objects in them and recall them at will. He also has super-roach strength, on par with an average human. Like all roaches, he can fly, but he has made this into a powerful form of stealth. :: I Possess As Well :: Round his neck lies his family charm, and a belt with pockets makes him a well-stocked traveller.
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: Gantrithor
: The First Candle I Blew Out :: May 9th :: How Many Candles I Blew Out So Far :: 34 :: Never Call Me a Boy/Girl Again :: Boy/Male :: I am Into :: Girls :: I am :: Good :: I Am Special :: Supernatural Being :: My Best Friend :: Wyvern :: Dye My Hair and Call me E.M.O Very friendly to people who are good. Very calm at times, but can sometimes lose his 'calm'. Strongly dislikes any and everyone who wishes harm to the forest. :: Dear Diary:: Gantrithor had always been a permanent resident in the forest, and so when he noticed the forest starting to lose it's powers, decided to go out and help other good-natured people who were also out to try to stop the forest from losing so much power((Sorry for short story, feeling tired now and I can't think too well when i'm tired)) :: My Weapon is :: Arm-shurikens :: Im On Fire :: Ninja Wind: transforms his body into a hurricane of sharp leaves and small shuriken which slice his opponents to pieces. He can also teleport short distances with this attack. :: I also Have :: My characters' appearance Sepulchure
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