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Sure, there are several others that have expressed interest in joining but the more the merrier, just as long as you have read the interest check for a bit of the story.

Link is at the top if you havent read it yet.

Drow are fine, as long as they are not godly like Drizzt lol

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RP's I am currently in...

Reclaiming The Ruins- Draven Rissack
Camelot: Age of Arthur- Merlin Ambrosinius
Age Of The Dragon- Chaise Polden

Name: Saren Bradahair
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 35
Appearance:
Weapons: Unarmed.
Blessing from their god: Transfiguration. Often in magical flashes of light, Saren can change objects in completely different things. A rock into a small bird, a chair into a cake, an oak tree into a magical white tree. The possibilities are endless.

Bio: Saren is the perfectly normal child of Silvia and Jarden Bradahair-- well, until recently.
Saren is fiercely independant and proud, and the loudest, most outspoken woman on the planet. And the maddest. At one point she almost got burned at the stake for standing up for the rights of women after an ordeal with a few men in a pub. Lets just say Saren left with a smug look on her face and the men left with broken noses and shattered pride.
Due to the era, being a lower-class woman Saren had to earn her own living-- not that she'd wanted to marry any of the dirty slobs that inhabited the town. Clothing and more femenine things weren't really her style, so after doing many random jobs around town as a teenager, when she came into her twenties Saren took up a job in a local pub, making and serving drinks. It included some odd jobs around the kitchen and having to socialize with the regulars so Saren liked it-- it didn't take too much effort to do and the pay was enough for working in the busy pub.


History: The town Saren lives in is the town of Old Sagen, an all-human town that rarely see's any other races and not much magic. In fact, those posessing magical powers are often shunned by locals and end up burned for crimes they didn't commit if they stayed in the town too long.
It's one of many towns living in the shadow and contributing to the economy of the grand city, Graylen. Graylen is a city almost absolutely populated by humans, and houses the rich and famous as well as the middle class. The Human King and his royal family live in this city in an extremely wealthy, high-security district.

What their vision was: Saren didn't dream her vision. One day when she was off work she had a particularly upsetting morning. After feeling completely worthless and that she'd wasted her life, Saren wondered out of town to as far as she could walk until it was almost before nightfall.
She found a massive oak tree mounted on the tallest hill in sight and placed a hand on it sadly. The whole world around her rumbled. The sky flipped over and was replaced by a completely white one. The walls of the universe seemed to turn over too, and then the ground. Complete whiteness sorrounded Saren. She couldn't even see the floor, and it looked like she was floating in a cloud of whiteness. Though, the tree did remain there.
But it wasn't the same tree that Saren had remembered.
It was the most mystical looking white tree, so white that the backround looked grey. In fact, Saren was sure the tree was so white that it glew. She could feel the power radiating from the tree, the magic. It was wrapped majestically in ivy and vines and the most exotic and colourful flowers stood out on it's branches like jewlery. Animals of all kinds ran and dangled on it's branches, living in perfect harmony, all feeding on the beauty of the tree.

All of a sudden, the tree came to life. A beautiful face appeared on the side of the tree and it spoke words so beautiful that Saren almost thought that they were part of a song. She had to focus to understand the words.
''You are not the worthless being you believe yourself to be, Saren. You are one of the most important people in the whole of creation. You are a hero.
You are one of seven, and every one of those seven is as important as the next.
If you would like your existance to mean something, you will return to this tree in exactly one week and meet your fellow heroes. All will become clear when you meet them.
When you return from your vision, you will have your gift. One gift to help you in your destiny, whatever it might be. You have the gift to change what is. Use the wisely. I will see you soon.'' The beautiful face smiled, then vanished back into the tree as quickly as it had appeared.

All of a sudden, before Saren could reply, the world exploded around her and changed back to it's original form. The hill, the town, the city in the distance-- everything had returned back to normal. Saren stumbled and retracted her hand, trying to focus after the vision. But she was surprised that it wasn't a temporary moment of madness, as the oak that once stood before her had turned into the majestic white tree of her vision. The Tree of Destiny.

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I thought I'd add the tree thing, just to explain how that it came to be and to get Saren there. =]

And I better get accepted or I'll have a tantrum. It took me like a decade to write that application. >:l

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Both accepted, Love the pic of Catherine Tate as well Adjectives lol.

Welcome to the Wings of Darkness.

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RP's I am currently in...

Reclaiming The Ruins- Draven Rissack
Camelot: Age of Arthur- Merlin Ambrosinius
Age Of The Dragon- Chaise Polden

I'm joining this!!!! Wait for me!!!!!!!!

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Nice characters guys.
Adjectives you inspire me to work a lot more on writing character bios and histories. I really enjoyed reading that

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Name: Vaghn Mok
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Orc
Age: 38

Description:
Stands at five feet and eleven inches. Has no hair except for the small
goatee. Upon the back of his head is a tattoo in the shape of a
crucifix, with small words surrounding its perimeter. The most notable
thing about Vaghn is his blue skin. Not only is it blue, but it glows
(it absorbs light and in dark situations it gives off all that it has
absorbed). Vaghns appearance comes more from his human side than his
Orc side and as such, he is not very bulky. But he is muscular and fit.
His irises are uniquely red. A extra long tooth protrudes from Vaghns
top jaw, and over his bottom lip. A genetic trait passed down from his
orc father. He wears heavy-fabric pants (a dull color), a plain
off-white short sleeved shirt, and a thick black sleeveless vest-like
coat (made of the same heavy-fabric). He also wears a large belt (the
width of two belts) that contains many small pockets.

Weapons:
Natural claws that are thick and strong, many small razorsharp kunai
blades and a string/roll of blade wire.

Blessing from their god:
Can control a small sentient blue flame (That often takes the form of
a butterfly) with a personality and mind of its own. It can be summoned
by Vaghns will and acts as a magical, explosive flame. (Will be
explained more in RP)

Bio/History: Vaghn is the son of the unholy union of a human mother and
a orc father. He was born into a clan of marauding barbarians that
would roam the world and attack small villages and take the spoils for
themselves. Vaghn was different. Instead of growing up to be like the
rest of the males in his clan, cold, heartless, selfish and murderous,
vaghn decided that he wanted a different life. One night he decided to
run away. For the clan as a whole, it was a holiday. The clan had
successfully taken over a small town that had its own military force.
They had killed every living thing in the town and they had settled in
to party. There was dancing and singing, drinking an immoral acts.
Vaghn wanted out of this lifestyle. He packed one other outfit and his
favorite weapons and snuck it of his tent. As he edged towards the
woods that were located behind the town, his father spotted him. He was
drunk and the confrontation escalated into a fight...
It all happened in a split second but to Vaghn it seemed like days had
gone by. The world went black and his dream took place (Explained in
the Vision section, below). When Vaghn "awoke", his father was on the
ground, dying. His shirt was open and in the center of his chest was a
black burn mark in the shape of an open hand. It was then that Vaghn
realized that he was holding his hand out. His hand was smoking and his
skin was glowing with an unearthly blue light...
Vaghn picked up his things and turned his back on the clan that had
raised him. He walked into the woods. Never to see that clan again. He
was smiling...


What their vision was:
Vaghn was in the middle of a fight with his orc father, when his father
struck him in his face with a metal object. The blow took Vaghn off of
his feet and before he hit the ground, he had blacked out. This is when
his dream/vision started...
All was black. He was standing on something, though he didn't know what. All of a sudden, the blackness melted away and Vaghn looked around himself. He was standing on an island in the middle of a still sea of crystal clear water. The island was small, only big enough to hold him and...a tree. Not just any tree but a large , magical tree that was white in color. The purest white Vaghn had ever seen. It was so white that the blue color of his skin seemed to melt away before it. Upon its large branches all kinds and varieties of animals ran and played in peace and unison. Birds sung joyful songs and butterflies flitted to-and-fro. Vaghn could only smile as one of the butterflies landed on his outstretched hand. Then a deep voice spoke. The voice seemed to be the unison voice of a thousand mouths and it came from all around. "Vaghn Mok..." It spoke his name. Vaghn looked up towards the sky for the first time. It was a beautiful hue of light blue and in the middle of its expanse was a face. The face had a serene yet serious expression. "You are needed." The voice continued. "I have called you for such a time and place as this. Serve me.." The face melted back into the cool blue sky. Vaghn returned his vision back to the tree, just in time to see a small hole appear in its trunk. The whole expanded and a blue being floated out of it. The being was humanoid and was no larger than a the forearm of a grown man. It floated closer to Vaghn and stretched out its hand toward his. As the hands touched Vaghn heard himself whisper one word: Destiny. The darkness overwhelmed him again and he woke back up in the present...

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Aww, Remini. Aren't you just one big bundle of niceness? xD Thank you. ^-^'

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Nice Cs mr or mrs 8 (1plus7) lol.

Welcome to the Wings of Darkness.

I will wait for a couple more people who have said they were interested in joining to put up their Cs's then will put the IC up.

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RP's I am currently in...

Reclaiming The Ruins- Draven Rissack
Camelot: Age of Arthur- Merlin Ambrosinius
Age Of The Dragon- Chaise Polden