Appreciate the little things, like, the super little things.
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Sorry I haven’t been here in a while. I had something pretty amazing happen to me
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Bio
I'm a sucker for romance, sci fi, fantasy and just about any modern city with a twist like monster hunting or super powers. Been writing for years, I didn't learn how to read till I was 12 so the moment I got the hang of it, I could not stop. Filling journals with stories one after the other, my younger sister eventually got me into role playing and it created a monster. I will play with you all day if you reply, post for post and will give you as much detail as I can.
Characters
Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Nevermore Age: 24 Gender: female Notoriety: Missing Level: yellow Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell Occupation: Horse trainer and retired Olympic rider.
Appearance:
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes. Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird. Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further. Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales.
Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence. She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking. Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the equestrian world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
Yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage. Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable. Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words. Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong. Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile, as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion. Yet her story, while seeming to end at a good note. Her stallion back in safety and ready to ride again. The next morning she found herself plastered in headlines, she had been accused of being a variant right before she road into the arena. By the very humans who tried to steal her companion.
She left after that, the heart warming tale of Aurora Lorell that was supposed to end in happiness was forever marred with slander. She left her home that same week, taking her savings and her reputation to find a place that would somehow accept her. It was a man named Damion who became her salvation. He had property for horses and knew nothing of them, or cared for them. She had passion and a wish for a new place to stay. Fallen from grace, Aurora now runs Beauty ranch. She keeps her head down and work professional, training horses that seem untouchable. Yet even with this new start that she still embraces at age 24, she finds herself still heart broken over the family that she left behind. Wanting nothing more than to be thought of as human again. A wish so great that she refuses to ever show her ability to anyone again. That is unless she has her mask, some things you just can't give up.
Theme outside of battle: battle theme:
Extra:
A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow.
Personality: A quiet soul who files down his horns and keeps a hood over his head. Tasar is someone who usually keeps to himself when it comes to relationships of any kind. But helping a stranger in need he'll do without a word. A kind spirit and extremely knowledgeable in the art of survival, his voice barely rises above a soft tone as though he is trying not to scare anyone away. He can be awkward at times though, with such a cross in species nobles have often tried to gain him in their company. Standing almost 6 ft with elven features and stunning eyes caused him to be the focus of very unwanted attention.
Other: He's a ranger of sorts, the ability to survive on his own in the wilds for lifetimes was gained from childhood. And due to some unknown history, he has an extensive knowledge in not dragon history or lore, but in their make up. How they live and thrive as though they were on the same level as a Hert.
Personality: A powerful creature and one who wears her heritage with pride. Holding her head up high the woman is seen to be an intimidating sight. Standing at a head taller than most males, with a gaze that would silence most cocky attitude. She's cut throat, one who works till the job is done and has determination for her own values that would cause some to think she had Dwarven blood in her veins at one point. She'll lay her life down for another without a second thought. Though she has met few that could best her in battle when she's armed.
Other: Like Tasar, Xathina knows more about dragons than most and is extremely tight lipped as to why.
Reena Durian
Character Summary
Name: Reena Age:17 (Changed at 17) Species: Vampire Sexuality:bisexual Relationship Status: single
Appearance
Height: 5'3 Build: slim Eyes: grey Hair:long curly red Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: has a tattoo of a paw print on her wrist
Reena is a small woman, being in a wheel chair most of her life had caused her grown to be stunted. While she has a very sweet face with soft features, covered in freckles, most would see her as a welcome sight. Her arms have a fair bit of muscle due to work and trying to get around through everyday life. While her hair is what people say are her most striking appearance, thick red hair that curls down her back, only to frame a pair of warm grey eyes. Many would often tease her about being so short though, it was obvious that if she could stand, she'd still have to look up to see most people’s eyes.
Personality
Patiant *Timid *Kind *
Personality: Reena is a sweet thing, growing up in a family that had a wild life sanctuary has caused her to accept the comfort and companionship of animals over humans. She's often been told that she needs to grow a back bone though, shying away and going without just to avoid confrontation. A soft spoken voice and often times being taken advantage of due to her throat locking up whenever she tries to defend herself. Even so, she is still very warm to those around her, offering advice when she can, and not being turned away from a outburst. Her family often worries that her nature would get her into trouble one day, far too trusting, and a little too easy going. She still looks at everything with a more optimist view, thinking that if she is patient enough, anyone could warm up. The only saving grace of her nature is that she has many friends and very few enemies.
Habits:
Clicking her tongue
fidgeting with whatever is in her hands
tapping her fingers into notes
pressing her fingers into someone's side to get them to move
Strengths:
Extremely patient
Great memory
Creative
Weakness:
Disabled most of her life (not very athletic)
Trouble standing up for herself
Skittish
Likes:
Music
Animals
Black Coffee
Dislikes:
Yelling
Being pushed in her chair
Hot days
History
Reena grew up in a very loving family. The Durian's owning almost 60 acers of land, they turned it into a whildlife scantuary and reabilitation centre, stationed in the high pass. It was a child's dream, every day she would get to see birds of prey, wolves, big cats, even lions tigers and bears that were taken from illegal trading. It was hard work, her mother would show her how to feed them and there was a million ways to punish a unruly child in such a place. Her parents dotted on her as she was a only child, thinking she would take over the trade due to her absolute passion for animals. She took to horse back riding when she was only four years old, and she would often be seen talking to whatever new beast had been taken in.
When she was five years old however, a storm had swept through Washington. Being so high up, the winds seemed to want to sweep her off the ground as the staff was scrambling to get everything secure and move the animals into the barn. Her father has herded her inside their home, giving her the demand to stay with her dog. The house creaked and thunder boomed, drowning out the yelling when Reena remembered that her horse Roxi had not been fed and that she needed to take care of her. With the naive child determination and her rotwhiler's whimpering, Reena pulled on her pink raincoat and marched out into the pestering rain. No one saw her enter the barn to see her beloved mare, as she was dragging over a flake of hay like it was just another day. The wind had taken it's tool on the barn however, pushing and pulling the old beams until the support buckled and the roof caved in on top of them. Roxi had to be put down, and Reena woke up days later, unable to fee her legs.
Life was very hard for the girl after that. Her cheery loud and demanding personality shifted into a reserved and quiet child. Her head down as she would push through the day, her only comfort was the animals that would lick and nuzzle her, it was always enough to bring a smile to her face. But after the death of her horse, she stopped competing, barely able to ride now without being tied down. Still, her parents were determined to give her a better life and got her into music. Anything to give her confidence, and bit by bit, she broke out of her shell, only to fall back into it when faced with a stranger. She still worked the sanctuary as hard as she could, even taking in a large wolf that was caught roaming the area. Most thinking it should be put down due to how wild the beast was, yet she found a fondness for it, always careful enough to not get bitten.
It was in the middle of the night when she wheeled out to go feed that very wolf that things changed. Meat in hand, she was putting it in the slider when she heard the most vicious sounds of crunching bones and tearing hides. Her eyes wide, she tried her best to get away only to be cornered by a team of werewolf hunters. It only took one to be hungry for her to be found by an old man in the middle of nowhere. Her chair a twisted mess back home while Reena herself was alone, scared and confused.
The man wasn't the one who changed her. A doctor who smelled blood and realized that she was unfairly turned only for her sire to run and leave her her crazed wilds. One of the old mares back home drained of blood, while she hid in a hallowed tree in tears, trying to figure out why she was there or how she got there. It took a long time to coax her out, even longer for him to convince her that she could actually stand on her own. Disbelief and awe was what she was met with, for the first time in a decade, she could stand. He took her in right than and there, promising that if she learned how to control herself, she could one day return to her family. Sending someone to gather her things, Reena found herself being shipped off to the night school, and being thrown in a world she never knew existed.
Extras
Advice To The World:If someone takes something from you, make something better. Anything Else: She plays the cello, and has a fear of storms
Looking up at the sound of the speakers Namid was found with a stallion looking at her, waiting for the woman to move. "What? I'm not staff yet" the beast just stomped his hoof, his tail flicking he seemed to almost narrow his eyes at her. "Yeah? So what if the lizard boy is there, I said I would think about it."
Seeming to roll his eyes Dolsha grabbed his partner, teeth latching onto the sleeve of her shirt and dragging her to the meeting. Shuffled footsteps yet she did not pull away. She found out a long time ago you don't pull away from a pushy creature.
Standing on the upper level Namid began to lean on the banister, Dolsha looking to vanish from the lighting as she watched what was going on. People ranging from children to her elders all sat down waiting to hear how the start of their year was. Beasts of all types in the bodies of every day animals. "Guess this place has a good crop of students."
Once Brick was out Chase was already making his way to another spot. Armed and loaded he found a ladder climbing with all he had left he hissed in pain from his shoulder till he climbed up to the roof. The sound of the minigun echoing through the air once again turning the place into a war zone. The roar of the beast followed soon, turning in a bray of dust as it tried to claw at the wall, salivating with a look of crazed eyes trying to get whatever was causing it pain. "Time to take you down" a click of the gun he narrowed his gaze, letting out a shot right into the beast's hide. A roar following once again it charged to his spot, "holy shit you're stupid."
It was like a game, trying to keep the beast from the other shooters between Eden, Chase, Brick, and Reese. Even Aurora took in a sneak attack once it was getting too interested in the minigun. Another click Eden felt her shoulder take in the recoil, her gaze that of focus, each bullet going into his joints. "Come on, just go down quickly." She was tired of causing it so much pain, yet another click caused her to see that it was empty. Loading quickly she was about to give another shot only for the ground to give out under her.
Claws, scales and teeth where all that she saw on her way down. A piece of steel was all she had for protection against that thing, her only barrier as she fumbled for her blade. "Come on come on" the sound of the steel coming through to the air was the sweetest sound she had heard in some time as she used all her strength to stab it through it's throat, a howl of pain it throw up it's head, crimson leaking through as it back up only for a moment. Turning back it snapped it;s jaws, anger seething through it's core.
Seeing the familiar roads and sights James began to relax, yet the sound that he was used to, borderline boring of nothing but the calls of cows and humm of tractor was overrun by the roar of honking horns as car by car was turned away. "Don't listen to anything they say...." Recalling the text he pulled his phone out again only for it to show nothing new. "Shit.."
He recognized some of the faces, showing up to make deals with Reena he seemed to be slightly okay, looking over his shoulder he took in a shaky breath. "James, its James, just wait, I'll be back." Swinging his leg off the back he jogged to the check point only for a chill to run down his spine when he realized what they were holding. Each one heavily armed as though they were going to hunt down some grand beast from lore. "Hey, I work for Misty Meadow..Its owned by Miss Reena, listen I'm just trying to get past here shes been trying to get me to her barn so we can tie everything down."
Eyes cold they looked as though they were being told a joke as they shook their head through the awaiting silence. "Yeah we know you kid, and no your not getting in. I like Reena, shes smart a damn good hunter and would help out. But you? Oh no not you, your just a punk who went running, don't need ya."
He felt his hands begin to ball up in fists, "Let me in! Look I'll show you, shes been testing me telling me I need to come in so let me in dammit!" Taking out his phone he was about to show them only for the farmer to take it and throw it out. "Get out, don't need kids like you fucking things up."
He felt like he wanted to throw up as he was pushed aside, the road still closed as he walked back he was forced to look at the two who helped him through here. The image of the corpses walking through the streets burning in his mind he pulled at his hair to try and push it away as he shook. "Come on, I know the way on foot and shes bound to be riding near." Looking to the woods that were looming next to them he pointed further down. "Theres a trail a little ways down that people took dirt bikes on." There was no way he would just give up on a safe spot, one had to work for it. And honestly, after that humiliating set back he would be more than happy to see the looks on their faces when they realized that they just walked through with others. "Those ass hole's aren’t letting anyone in, and I don't see that happening anytime soon. I doubt she even knows how bad this is."
Mentioning her sister Eden glared a bit, eyes narrowed as she looked at him from the corner of her gaze before getting the beast back into her sights. "Anything that has a chance of hurting her will be cut down." She didn't comment on anything but her goals, her voice even yet a hint of a threat at the edge of her tongue. Nothing good has ever come from being nice to someone. Aurora was not stuck here in this hell hole because she decided to be nice to others. She just wanted to go back home, back home and forget this only for another bit of chaos to take it's place.
"Its a natural part of life, that thing would have died of starvation if it did not eat, and once it's taken down than it will lengthen the lives of survivors." Mind of a huntress she clicked her tongue, she hunted down the creatures that would have been the stuff of nightmares, only to find them caring for their young as dedicated mothers. "These guys are all the same, they don't like something so they'll take everything down to kill it. I feel more bad for the animal down there."
Holding the barrel she steadied her breathing as it began to finish. "It was only trying to live another day."
A sigh escaping her lips she shook her head at the offer. "Your best bet is to stay up here, its legs are shorter in the front, built for speed, not for climbing, its on the ground its not getting back up without help." She was just hoping that Aurora was finding something big, the lock of her gun sounding through she let out a long breath, the male telling her his name only to gain silence in return. She was never too fond of talking about herself. It only took one bullet
A yell of her own sounding through the air she got it's attention the moment it went looking for more. A roar challenging her, Eden went to the other side of the building, launching herself to a near by platform barly landing right only to shoot another bullet to buy the other's more time as it clawed and scrapped the walls to try and end the nusence that was shooting it. "Thats right, stay with me."
Aurora was already wheeling inside, Chase behind her as she looked through the shop with a determined gaze. "Can't handle a 50 calibre, thing will launch me across the room, so you guys take those, I'll stay inside and use whatever I can to cover you. If I get caught I'll be useless to you guys." She was already looking for something to use, her options limited due to the wheels rolling whenever a gun in her hand would be used.
Chase was already holding the rifle when she found it, a smirk on his face yet his eye uneasy, yet the red head kept looking outside trying to figure out what to do. "You can't stay together, got to shoot it from different sides and hope it don’t go for you. Thats the best chance we got, it doesn’t look like the climbing type so try to get to some higher ground okay guys? I can buy you some time but if it gets in here I'll be killed in three minutes tops."
@Sohtem Eden simply watched the carnage unfold, eyes at ease as she stood in a relaxed position. They would have done so much worse to her if she had not attacked first. Turning around she grabbed her blade, the sound of sheathing it speaking louder to her than the screams below. Her hand grasping behind her she pulled out her water skin made of scales, taking a long drink as if nothing was going on about her.
Raising a brow at the comment she just shook her head, not speaking for a while as she took another drink. "That thing is showing more mercy than he had." Another round of screams echoing throw she sat down, waiting for it to be over only to roll her eyes at the doctor's comments. "I can treat myself."
Yet something was finally gaining her attention when she realized that her sister was still outside. A hiss escaping her she grabbed her rifle, loading it as she took aim, her voice sounding scracty and uneven as she yelled out to the red head. "Find big, loud and mean!" She knew Aurora better than anyone, the woman having a habit of calling weapons by names that still belonged to a child.
Aurora herself found her eyes growing wide when she watched the two run only to be attacked by the beast, holding her hand to her face in horror as she could only watch. Looking up to see Eden load though she sucked in her breath, she was waiting for that thing to move to keep it's attention. "Brick..Brick whats the meanest gun you got that we can shoot in here? We're next on that thing's plate."
@Crossfire Oh man I'm sorry, live out on a ranch but its also a half hour drive to the city so I am blessed. Just have to say if you get the chance, take it I missed half the movie from laughing so much.
I won't be here tomorrow, I have a show I have to do but its only for a day and school is out till Wednesday so I'll be open for a while to keep things going.
Climbing on the back of the bike James tried his best not to stare too long. The city was in ruins, screams escaping through the streets, humans that should have never been so mutilated, organs outside their bodies and yet they stumbled across the carnage, arms slightly raised as though they were grabbing the air itself to keep standing. it was their jaws that made him uneasy, smacking with no noise in a silent scream. Yet what caused him to look away was the corpses that began to run, the absolute stuff of nightmares.
"Take a left up on 21st street" looking around at what still sparked normal memories of getting to work caused a strange ping his chest. He would be so board seeing the same thing over and over again but now he wanted nothing more than to see that same tagged wall and broken window that he would look through each morning. Going over the bridge though he saw why Reena told them to take the back roads. Stand still traffic lined below them for miles, the honking of horns sounded through the sirens even as he watched in horror eaten bodies clawing at the cars and attacking any that had the misfortune of not being sealed. "There not letting anyone out of here..." That only meant that they had to be under some kind of quarantine, they had to get out, they had to.
I'm a sucker for romance, sci fi, fantasy and just about any modern city with a twist like monster hunting or super powers. Been writing for years, I didn't learn how to read till I was 12 so the moment I got the hang of it, I could not stop. Filling journals with stories one after the other, my younger sister eventually got me into role playing and it created a monster. I will play with you all day if you reply, post for post and will give you as much detail as I can.
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[hider=Aurora Lorell]
Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Nevermore
Age: 24
Gender: female
Notoriety: Missing
Level: yellow
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and retired Olympic rider.
Appearance:[hider][img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/d50b48d74e32f28476d07de5aeb345b8/tumblr_mufr15r2Uy1s7j027o1_500.jpg[/img] Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.[/hider]
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
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Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. [hider][img]http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/2D-Art-Dmitry-Khrapovitsky-Magic-Book.jpg[/img] Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.[/hider]
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the equestrian world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
Yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile, as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
Yet her story, while seeming to end at a good note. Her stallion back in safety and ready to ride again. The next morning she found herself plastered in headlines, she had been accused of being a variant right before she road into the arena. By the very humans who tried to steal her companion.
She left after that, the heart warming tale of Aurora Lorell that was supposed to end in happiness was forever marred with slander. She left her home that same week, taking her savings and her reputation to find a place that would somehow accept her. It was a man named Damion who became her salvation. He had property for horses and knew nothing of them, or cared for them. She had passion and a wish for a new place to stay.
Fallen from grace, Aurora now runs Beauty ranch. She keeps her head down and work professional, training horses that seem untouchable. Yet even with this new start that she still embraces at age 24, she finds herself still heart broken over the family that she left behind. Wanting nothing more than to be thought of as human again. A wish so great that she refuses to ever show her ability to anyone again.
That is unless she has her mask, some things you just can't give up.
Theme outside of battle: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=b4CjB-7IT4o[/youtube]
battle theme: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5X0v7h5kWQ[/youtube]
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Name: Tasar
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Race: Qunari Elf hybrid
Appearance:
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All of these are drawn by me.
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Personality:
A quiet soul who files down his horns and keeps a hood over his head. Tasar is someone who usually keeps to himself when it comes to relationships of any kind. But helping a stranger in need he'll do without a word. A kind spirit and extremely knowledgeable in the art of survival, his voice barely rises above a soft tone as though he is trying not to scare anyone away. He can be awkward at times though, with such a cross in species nobles have often tried to gain him in their company. Standing almost 6 ft with elven features and stunning eyes caused him to be the focus of very unwanted attention.
Other:
He's a ranger of sorts, the ability to survive on his own in the wilds for lifetimes was gained from childhood. And due to some unknown history, he has an extensive knowledge in not dragon history or lore, but in their make up. How they live and thrive as though they were on the same level as a Hert.
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[hider = Xathina]
Name: Xathina
Age: Unknown
Sex: Female
Race: Qunari Elf Hybrid
Appearance:
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Personality:
A powerful creature and one who wears her heritage with pride. Holding her head up high the woman is seen to be an intimidating sight. Standing at a head taller than most males, with a gaze that would silence most cocky attitude. She's cut throat, one who works till the job is done and has determination for her own values that would cause some to think she had Dwarven blood in her veins at one point. She'll lay her life down for another without a second thought. Though she has met few that could best her in battle when she's armed.
Other: Like Tasar, Xathina knows more about dragons than most and is extremely tight lipped as to why. [/hider]
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[centre][color=ed1c24][h1]Reena Durian[/h1][/color][/centre]
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[h3][b][i][color=ed1c24][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[centre][b][color=6ecff6]Name: Reena [/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Age:17 (Changed at 17)[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Species: Vampire[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Sexuality:bisexual[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Relationship Status: single[/color][/b] [/centre]
[center][img]https://www.lovely-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Long-Red-Curly-Hair-Style.jpg[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Height: 5'3[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Build: slim[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Eyes: grey[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Hair:long curly red[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: has a tattoo of a paw print on her wrist[/color][/b]
[color=6ecff6][i]Reena is a small woman, being in a wheel chair most of her life had caused her grown to be stunted. While she has a very sweet face with soft features, covered in freckles, most would see her as a welcome sight. Her arms have a fair bit of muscle due to work and trying to get around through everyday life. While her hair is what people say are her most striking appearance, thick red hair that curls down her back, only to frame a pair of warm grey eyes. Many would often tease her about being so short though, it was obvious that if she could stand, she'd still have to look up to see most people’s eyes.[/i][/color]
[center][img]Image[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Personality[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][i][color=6ecff6]Patiant[/color] *[color=6ecff6]Timid[/color] *[color=6ecff6]Kind[/color] *[/i][/center]
[b][color=6ecff6]Personality: Reena is a sweet thing, growing up in a family that had a wild life sanctuary has caused her to accept the comfort and companionship of animals over humans. She's often been told that she needs to grow a back bone though, shying away and going without just to avoid confrontation. A soft spoken voice and often times being taken advantage of due to her throat locking up whenever she tries to defend herself. Even so, she is still very warm to those around her, offering advice when she can, and not being turned away from a outburst. Her family often worries that her nature would get her into trouble one day, far too trusting, and a little too easy going. She still looks at everything with a more optimist view, thinking that if she is patient enough, anyone could warm up. The only saving grace of her nature is that she has many friends and very few enemies.[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Habits:[/color][/b]
[list] Clicking her tongue [*]
[*] fidgeting with whatever is in her hands
[*] tapping her fingers into notes
[*] pressing her fingers into someone's side to get them to move
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[b][color=6ecff6]Strengths:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Extremely patient
[*] Great memory
[*]Creative
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[b][color=6ecff6]Weakness:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Disabled most of her life (not very athletic)
[*] Trouble standing up for herself
[*] Skittish
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[b][color=6ecff6]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Music
[*]Animals
[*]Black Coffee
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[b][color=6ecff6]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Yelling
[*] Being pushed in her chair
[*][/list] Hot days
[center][img]Image[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i]Reena grew up in a very loving family. The Durian's owning almost 60 acers of land, they turned it into a whildlife scantuary and reabilitation centre, stationed in the high pass. It was a child's dream, every day she would get to see birds of prey, wolves, big cats, even lions tigers and bears that were taken from illegal trading. It was hard work, her mother would show her how to feed them and there was a million ways to punish a unruly child in such a place. Her parents dotted on her as she was a only child, thinking she would take over the trade due to her absolute passion for animals. She took to horse back riding when she was only four years old, and she would often be seen talking to whatever new beast had been taken in.
When she was five years old however, a storm had swept through Washington. Being so high up, the winds seemed to want to sweep her off the ground as the staff was scrambling to get everything secure and move the animals into the barn. Her father has herded her inside their home, giving her the demand to stay with her dog. The house creaked and thunder boomed, drowning out the yelling when Reena remembered that her horse Roxi had not been fed and that she needed to take care of her. With the naive child determination and her rotwhiler's whimpering, Reena pulled on her pink raincoat and marched out into the pestering rain. No one saw her enter the barn to see her beloved mare, as she was dragging over a flake of hay like it was just another day. The wind had taken it's tool on the barn however, pushing and pulling the old beams until the support buckled and the roof caved in on top of them. Roxi had to be put down, and Reena woke up days later, unable to fee her legs.
Life was very hard for the girl after that. Her cheery loud and demanding personality shifted into a reserved and quiet child. Her head down as she would push through the day, her only comfort was the animals that would lick and nuzzle her, it was always enough to bring a smile to her face. But after the death of her horse, she stopped competing, barely able to ride now without being tied down. Still, her parents were determined to give her a better life and got her into music. Anything to give her confidence, and bit by bit, she broke out of her shell, only to fall back into it when faced with a stranger. She still worked the sanctuary as hard as she could, even taking in a large wolf that was caught roaming the area. Most thinking it should be put down due to how wild the beast was, yet she found a fondness for it, always careful enough to not get bitten.
It was in the middle of the night when she wheeled out to go feed that very wolf that things changed. Meat in hand, she was putting it in the slider when she heard the most vicious sounds of crunching bones and tearing hides. Her eyes wide, she tried her best to get away only to be cornered by a team of werewolf hunters. It only took one to be hungry for her to be found by an old man in the middle of nowhere. Her chair a twisted mess back home while Reena herself was alone, scared and confused.
The man wasn't the one who changed her. A doctor who smelled blood and realized that she was unfairly turned only for her sire to run and leave her her crazed wilds. One of the old mares back home drained of blood, while she hid in a hallowed tree in tears, trying to figure out why she was there or how she got there. It took a long time to coax her out, even longer for him to convince her that she could actually stand on her own. Disbelief and awe was what she was met with, for the first time in a decade, she could stand. He took her in right than and there, promising that if she learned how to control herself, she could one day return to her family. Sending someone to gather her things, Reena found herself being shipped off to the night school, and being thrown in a world she never knew existed.[/i]
[center][img]Image[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Advice To The World:If someone takes something from you, make something better.[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Anything Else: She plays the cello, and has a fear of storms[/color][/b]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><br>I'm a sucker for romance, sci fi, fantasy and just about any modern city with a twist like monster hunting or super powers. Been writing for years, I didn't learn how to read till I was 12 so the moment I got the hang of it, I could not stop. Filling journals with stories one after the other, my younger sister eventually got me into role playing and it created a monster. I will play with you all day if you reply, post for post and will give you as much detail as I can.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#92278f">Characters</font></div></div> <br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Aurora Lorell">Aurora Lorell [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name:Aurora Lorell<br><br>Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."<br><br>Alias: Nevermore<br>Age: 24<br>Gender: female<br>Notoriety: Missing<br>Level: yellow <br>Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell<br>Occupation: Horse trainer and retired Olympic rider. <br><br>Appearance:<div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://40.media.tumblr.com/d50b48d74e32f28476d07de5aeb345b8/tumblr_mufr15r2Uy1s7j027o1_500.jpg" /> Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.</div></div><br><br>Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.<br>Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting. <br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Mask">Mask [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/278/278284-bigthumbnail.jpg" /></div></div><br><br>Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird. <br>Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further. <br>Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side. <br><br>Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken. <br><br>Equipment: Book of tales. <div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/2D-Art-Dmitry-Khrapovitsky-Magic-Book.jpg" /> Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.</div></div><br><br>Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence. <br><br>Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence. <br>She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking. <br>Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely. <br><br>Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the equestrian world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind. <br><br>Yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage. <br>Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.<br>Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.<br>Her own abilities.<br><br>Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong. <br>Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone. <br><br>Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.<br><br>That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile, as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.<br>Yet her story, while seeming to end at a good note. Her stallion back in safety and ready to ride again. The next morning she found herself plastered in headlines, she had been accused of being a variant right before she road into the arena. By the very humans who tried to steal her companion. <br><br>She left after that, the heart warming tale of Aurora Lorell that was supposed to end in happiness was forever marred with slander. She left her home that same week, taking her savings and her reputation to find a place that would somehow accept her. It was a man named Damion who became her salvation. He had property for horses and knew nothing of them, or cared for them. She had passion and a wish for a new place to stay. <br>Fallen from grace, Aurora now runs Beauty ranch. She keeps her head down and work professional, training horses that seem untouchable. Yet even with this new start that she still embraces at age 24, she finds herself still heart broken over the family that she left behind. Wanting nothing more than to be thought of as human again. A wish so great that she refuses to ever show her ability to anyone again. <br>That is unless she has her mask, some things you just can't give up. <br><br>Theme outside of battle: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/b4CjB-7IT4o?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe><br>battle theme: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/k5X0v7h5kWQ?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br>Extra:<div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Beauty in Shadow">Beauty in Shadow [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3e/1c/0d/3e1c0defac08c0fcb7d9dd6bd8c60a5f.jpg" />A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow.</div></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Tasar"> Tasar [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name: Tasar<br>Age: Unknown<br>Sex: Male<br>Race: Qunari Elf hybrid <br>Appearance: <br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/4b/d3/32/4bd332a06a30d1aa66df11a40afde508.jpg" /></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="my art of meh boi">my art of meh boi [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">All of these are drawn by me.<br><img src="https://scontent.fsnc1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/30712112_1900405190009533_696127335484571326_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=3c86c0d54ac6427b5b17ba2c1be9adec&oe=5B65CDC7" /> <br><img src="https://scontent.fsnc1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-0/p206x206/30705783_1900405506676168_2288599929610529108_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=73efff5032d949d8129758e42811f6cc&oe=5B7542EB" /></div></div><br><br>Personality: <br>A quiet soul who files down his horns and keeps a hood over his head. Tasar is someone who usually keeps to himself when it comes to relationships of any kind. But helping a stranger in need he'll do without a word. A kind spirit and extremely knowledgeable in the art of survival, his voice barely rises above a soft tone as though he is trying not to scare anyone away. He can be awkward at times though, with such a cross in species nobles have often tried to gain him in their company. Standing almost 6 ft with elven features and stunning eyes caused him to be the focus of very unwanted attention. <br><br>Other: <br>He's a ranger of sorts, the ability to survive on his own in the wilds for lifetimes was gained from childhood. And due to some unknown history, he has an extensive knowledge in not dragon history or lore, but in their make up. How they live and thrive as though they were on the same level as a Hert.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="= Xathina">= Xathina [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name: Xathina<br>Age: Unknown<br>Sex: Female<br>Race: Qunari Elf Hybrid<br><br>Appearance:<br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/24/6a/fe246ac7de499fbbac2461dad17ef519.jpg" /></div></div><br><br>Personality: <br>A powerful creature and one who wears her heritage with pride. Holding her head up high the woman is seen to be an intimidating sight. Standing at a head taller than most males, with a gaze that would silence most cocky attitude. She's cut throat, one who works till the job is done and has determination for her own values that would cause some to think she had Dwarven blood in her veins at one point. She'll lay her life down for another without a second thought. Though she has met few that could best her in battle when she's armed. <br><br>Other: Like Tasar, Xathina knows more about dragons than most and is extremely tight lipped as to why.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Reena Durian">Reena Durian [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><div class="bb-h1">Reena Durian</div></font></div><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="http://howtobearedhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/curly_red_hair_tips_for_redheads_naturaly_curly_red_hair_cintia_decker-500x500.jpg" /></div><br><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#ed1c24"><div class="bb-center">Character Summary</div></font></span></span></div><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Name: Reena </font></span> <br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Age:17 (Changed at 17)</font></span> <br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Species: Vampire</font></span> <br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Sexuality:bisexual</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Relationship Status: single</font></span></div><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://www.lovely-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Long-Red-Curly-Hair-Style.jpg" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Appearance</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Height: 5'3</font></span><br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Build: slim</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Eyes: grey</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Hair:long curly red</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: has a tattoo of a paw print on her wrist</font></span><br><br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-i">Reena is a small woman, being in a wheel chair most of her life had caused her grown to be stunted. While she has a very sweet face with soft features, covered in freckles, most would see her as a welcome sight. Her arms have a fair bit of muscle due to work and trying to get around through everyday life. While her hair is what people say are her most striking appearance, thick red hair that curls down her back, only to frame a pair of warm grey eyes. Many would often tease her about being so short though, it was obvious that if she could stand, she'd still have to look up to see most people’s eyes.</span></font><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Personality</div></font></span></span></div><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6">Patiant</font> *<font color="#6ecff6">Timid</font> *<font color="#6ecff6">Kind</font> *</span></div><br> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Personality: Reena is a sweet thing, growing up in a family that had a wild life sanctuary has caused her to accept the comfort and companionship of animals over humans. She's often been told that she needs to grow a back bone though, shying away and going without just to avoid confrontation. A soft spoken voice and often times being taken advantage of due to her throat locking up whenever she tries to defend herself. Even so, she is still very warm to those around her, offering advice when she can, and not being turned away from a outburst. Her family often worries that her nature would get her into trouble one day, far too trusting, and a little too easy going. She still looks at everything with a more optimist view, thinking that if she is patient enough, anyone could warm up. The only saving grace of her nature is that she has many friends and very few enemies.</font></span><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Habits:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"> Clicking her tongue <li></li><li>fidgeting with whatever is in her hands</li><li>tapping her fingers into notes</li><li>pressing her fingers into someone's side to get them to move</li></ul><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Strengths:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Extremely patient</li><li>Great memory</li><li>Creative</li></ul><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Weakness:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Disabled most of her life (not very athletic)</li><li>Trouble standing up for herself</li><li>Skittish</li></ul><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Likes:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Music</li><li>Animals</li><li>Black Coffee</li></ul><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Dislikes:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Yelling</li><li>Being pushed in her chair</li><li></li></ul> Hot days<br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">History</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-i">Reena grew up in a very loving family. The Durian's owning almost 60 acers of land, they turned it into a whildlife scantuary and reabilitation centre, stationed in the high pass. It was a child's dream, every day she would get to see birds of prey, wolves, big cats, even lions tigers and bears that were taken from illegal trading. It was hard work, her mother would show her how to feed them and there was a million ways to punish a unruly child in such a place. Her parents dotted on her as she was a only child, thinking she would take over the trade due to her absolute passion for animals. She took to horse back riding when she was only four years old, and she would often be seen talking to whatever new beast had been taken in.<br><br>When she was five years old however, a storm had swept through Washington. Being so high up, the winds seemed to want to sweep her off the ground as the staff was scrambling to get everything secure and move the animals into the barn. Her father has herded her inside their home, giving her the demand to stay with her dog. The house creaked and thunder boomed, drowning out the yelling when Reena remembered that her horse Roxi had not been fed and that she needed to take care of her. With the naive child determination and her rotwhiler's whimpering, Reena pulled on her pink raincoat and marched out into the pestering rain. No one saw her enter the barn to see her beloved mare, as she was dragging over a flake of hay like it was just another day. The wind had taken it's tool on the barn however, pushing and pulling the old beams until the support buckled and the roof caved in on top of them. Roxi had to be put down, and Reena woke up days later, unable to fee her legs.<br><br>Life was very hard for the girl after that. Her cheery loud and demanding personality shifted into a reserved and quiet child. Her head down as she would push through the day, her only comfort was the animals that would lick and nuzzle her, it was always enough to bring a smile to her face. But after the death of her horse, she stopped competing, barely able to ride now without being tied down. Still, her parents were determined to give her a better life and got her into music. Anything to give her confidence, and bit by bit, she broke out of her shell, only to fall back into it when faced with a stranger. She still worked the sanctuary as hard as she could, even taking in a large wolf that was caught roaming the area. Most thinking it should be put down due to how wild the beast was, yet she found a fondness for it, always careful enough to not get bitten. <br><br>It was in the middle of the night when she wheeled out to go feed that very wolf that things changed. Meat in hand, she was putting it in the slider when she heard the most vicious sounds of crunching bones and tearing hides. Her eyes wide, she tried her best to get away only to be cornered by a team of werewolf hunters. It only took one to be hungry for her to be found by an old man in the middle of nowhere. Her chair a twisted mess back home while Reena herself was alone, scared and confused. <br><br>The man wasn't the one who changed her. A doctor who smelled blood and realized that she was unfairly turned only for her sire to run and leave her her crazed wilds. One of the old mares back home drained of blood, while she hid in a hallowed tree in tears, trying to figure out why she was there or how she got there. It took a long time to coax her out, even longer for him to convince her that she could actually stand on her own. Disbelief and awe was what she was met with, for the first time in a decade, she could stand. He took her in right than and there, promising that if she learned how to control herself, she could one day return to her family. Sending someone to gather her things, Reena found herself being shipped off to the night school, and being thrown in a world she never knew existed.</span><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Extras</div></font></span></span></div><br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Advice To The World:If someone takes something from you, make something better.</font></span><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Anything Else: She plays the cello, and has a fear of storms</font></span></div></div><br><br></div>
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iFain
Foster
Drache
Tally Dor
Zapdos
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow.
