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Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

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Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

@Kiragan_Natsuki I have never heard of Sadie Adler (just looked her up right now). I have never played a western video game but grew up watching all the John Wayne movies... Tombstone... etc. I have always wanted to write in a Western RPG (or at minimum, Westworld), thus I hopped on. I actually started to do a copy of the kid from True Grit, but decided I would rather play an adult... and that is how my story morphed into what it is. I am going to finish up the last bit and then will be ready to go!

YEY.

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

Hannah Bennet

Hannah Bennett

"God gave me a gun fer a reason an' I intend ta find out why..."

Name: Hannah Faye Bennet
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American; mother was Irish immigrant, father was half German half Native American (French Cherokee)
Age: 27
Occupation: Farmer's daughter turned Rancher's wife.
Faction: No official faction yet, hunting for an outlaw that killed her husband and son.
Family: Eldest child of James Scherrer and Josephine O'Brien Scherrer, successful farmers in mid Missouri (living siblings-James Jr "Jimmy" 25, Johnny 21, Daniel 20, Mary 17, and Irene 14), wife of the late Jeremy Bennet (a well known rancher in these here parts with a family ranch in the Plains), mother of William Bennet (was murdered at age 4), sister in law to Henry Bennet (18) and Annie Mae Bennet (14).
Horse: Zippidy-doo-dah "Zip" is a strawberry roan colored Appaloosa with a white blanket. She is the last of the broodmares on the Bennet ranch after the outlaws ransacked her place and was Hannah's husband's pick for cattle drives. Zip is a stubborn, but loyal beast who is more like a large dog, never straying far from her human if she can help it.

Zip

Equipment: Hannah carries her husband's Remignton Beals riffle and Smith and Wesson model 3 pistol. She also has two knives on her person, one on her belt and one in a garter band on her thigh.

Skills: Hannah is one heck of an animal person and is even better at sewing up a man, for cattle driving is one heck of a nasty business. She has a wide knowledge of native plants as well and some basic medicinal knowledge.

Personality: Before everything was taken from her, Hannah was a sweet little wall flower of a woman. Raised to be a lady but married into a rough and tough rancher family, Hannah learned to enjoy the hard work that her parents had hoped she would never have to endure. She would take time to watch the small things in nature and had always hoped to one day get some oil paints and paint the beauty of the world around her.

That all changed when a band of outlaws robbed her family's ranch, killing the men and riding off with everything they could carry. Now she is a stoic, hardened woman who would be more likely to rip up a painting than create one. She is focused on one thing and one thing alone.... revenge.

Likes/Dislikes: In her depression she has very little love of anything beyond her horse and her husband's gun, which she cleans obsessively. She has recently also found a love for rum, which she carries in a small flask on her belt. While she never drinks to the point of being black out drunk, she does keep herself buzzed enough to be numb to her emotions.

She dislikes brash people or anyone with an ego larger than their own head and has a distaste for all outlaws, but is willing to use them to get her revenge.

Backstory (optional): Hannah doesn't talk about her childhood much. It was happy and typical of a well off family hoping to move their children up in the world... but it was nothing compared to the exciting life she had chosen in the plains. Her husband, a rancher who had run into her in Kansas City on a drive, had been everything her father had not wanted for her. He had been full of life, a smooth talker, a man who couldn't stand to spend the money in his pocket, and a sun-blistered man. Mr. Sherrer had wanted her to marry a lawyer or a business man in the city... not some cowboy who would never be able to provide anything except rolling hills, cattle, and children to her. But Hannah was smitten and the two were wed.

She relocated to the Bennet homestead where Jeremy and his siblings had carved out a successful life in the sea of tall grasses. Hannah was happy. For years. Even when Jeremy would go on long drives... even when the threat of Native attacks threatened to burn their lands... even when she lost her first borns (a set of twins born too early). But she was never as happy as she was when her son, William, was born. He was perfect... and was perfect until the day he was murdered.

It had been a dark afternoon, a storm threatening to roll in. Jeremy had just returned from a rather successful drive and the family had just pulled their cart into the homestead with many supplies from the city when a group of bandits showed up. Words were exchanged, guns were drawn, and William was "accidently" shot. Jeremy attacked, taking out a few but was ultimately shot in the head, and Hannah was ripped from her dead son's body, raped, beaten, and left among the ashes of what had once been her family's house, along with her brother in law, who had been shot in the leg, and her sister in law, a young girl who also had been violated.

The next weeks turned into months... turned into a year... and while her husband and her child's faces grew faint in her memory, the faces of every single one of those bandits was burned into her memory. What passed for the local authorities did not have any leads and made it clear that there was nothing further they could do... so, after gathering up her husband's guns, ammo, horse, and hat, Hannah left the ranch in search for those who had done her wrong. She was not interested in bringing these men in for justice... she was going to make them vulture food.

Outlaws Til the End - A Wild West RP

Is it too late to hop in? If not, what character type are y'all needing the most? I have a few different ideas that I'm having a hard time picking which I would rather go with.

The Dragon Moon (An Original Fantasy)

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The Dragon Moon (An Original Fantasy)

The Dragon Moon

Upon their backs, we found the skies
Their blessed wings ne'er cease to fly.
For war would come and war would go,
And the blood of battle would always flow.
That is, until, one fateful fight
In which both moons gave us light!

The Dragons, oh the Dragons, for without them we are lost.
Their duty and their sacrifice is always worth the cost.
We are of one mind and of one heart.
Only the Creator can tear us apart.

To keep the covenant between the Dragon and his Rider,
We must always honor the dual-mooned flyer.
For upon the double rise of the Moon
We know that more Dragons will rise soon!

The bard's song echoed throughout the Grand Hall, his lute lightly twiddling away a tune familiar to everyone young and old. The cacophony of the crowd, however, nearly drowned out the traditional tune as highly decorated men and women fluttered about. Drinking, dancing, and general merriment flooded each corridor and room within the Grand Castle. The whole of Evolin had been preparing for this month long event for nearly a decade. After all, the Dragon Moon only dawned once every two hundred years.

High above the cloud of sounds and people, the King leaned heavily against the white stone of his balcony, looking out over the angry sea with a furrowed brow. He was a young man, still years off from thirty, but the tension in his face beneath well groomed facial hair aged the poor man well beyond his years. This was to be the Third Dragon Moon.... nearly six hundred years.... since the unification of the War-Torn Angora... twelve or so generations since men, elves, dwarves, and the ragnork fought each other. And themselves... the King thought, flicking a loose piece of rubble from the balcony.

A quick knock at the door drew the man's attention from the waves that crashed upon the Holy Island. With a slow breath, the man straightened up and moved to open the heavy oak door. "Your Eminence." The King said, surprised to see the High Priest in his door. With a pat on the heavily armored guard's shoulder, the young man ushered the aged elf into his chambers. "I didn't expect to see you until the Dawn."

The old elf waved a hand, cutting the King off. "The dawn is still a ways off. I intend to take a long nap and perhaps soak in the hot springs before heading to the Alter." The High Priest slowly sunk into a nearby chair, reaching for the nearby tankard of a deep red wine. "I actually came to deliver all my notes on the First Dragon Moon, as you requested."

The King smiled. So the elf hadn't ignored him. "I suppose I could read it before the dawn if you have it on your person."

A boisterous laughter filled the room. "I fear you wouldn't even get halfway through it before the dawn. Go let my manservant in..." He muttered before his face disappeared into the wineglass.

With a quizzical look, the King took a few steps towards the door, then scoffed and closed the rest of the gap. Behind that door stood the High Priest's right hand man, dragging a small cart full of scrolls, books, and loose letters. "Ah. I see what you mean..." the King stated, waving for the man to enter with his load. "Well, I suppose I should get started right away if I am going to speak before the Nobility."

The High Priest set the emptied glass down and smirked. "I suppose so." He replied coyly before standing up and shuffling towards the door.

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Alright, so if I haven't lost you yet, then welcome to The First Dragon Moon. Our story will start a year before the First Dragon Moon (which is 600 years prior to what you read above!). Angora is similar to the Earth in atmosphere, year/day/night cycle, varied terrain, and flora and fauna despite it's extreme deference in lunar bodies and sentient creatures. In this war-torn time there are four races (Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and The Ragnork (see below)) who rule over five regions (with a sixth unruled and almost unlivable region housing an elusive nomadic tribes of all four races). These kingdoms are at war. According to their historians, they have always been at war, fighting over long forgotten insults, land disputes, and more.

Traditionally, these five kingdoms send their royalty, generals, high priests, or anyone of great power to the Treaty of Hearthstone when the twin moons rise and fall together (even if not on the same exact phase like the double full moon of the Dragon Moon that happens once every 200 years). Originally, this time of peace on the Island (that is a risk in itself to sail to) was intended to garner friendships and alliances between kingdoms. However, over time, it only became a war of words and gets closer and closer to bloodshed. This particular visit to Hearthstone is not any different, save for the fact that it happens upon a double full moon (later known as the Dragon Moon).

Something is going to happen. Obviously. Something that will change Angora forever and push them towards a unified Kingdom. What that is... and how it comes about.... is up to you.

P.S. (Yes, there will EVENTUALLY be Dragons. But not at the start. They are only mythical creatures.)

This game is going to have a Game of Thrones meets Lord of the Rings meets Dragon riders of Pern feel to it.

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Game Play:
I am looking for a group of dedicated writers to play as the head of each kingdom. I am expecting these players to post at least twice a week (but more would be nice) and have the ability to not only put together several paragraphs, but possibly use named NPCs to help drive the story. I will also be accepting other characters outside the scope of leadership. These roles should be able to post in paragraphs, but I will not hold them to as high of an expectation as the leaders. If (and only if) this gets popular enough, I intend to make the leaders of each region Sub GMs and hope they can help push the overall story.

Character Creation:
Each regional leader will be allowed to create a history and specifics of their culture. To start, I will only be providing details of the physical region and the people found within it. From there, the world is your oyster. All applications must be PMed to LeiaHair for approval. Once approved you may post in IC once it is opened.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Race:
Physical Description: You may include a picture if you like, but there *must* be something written as well.
Title/Rank:
Personality:
Character History: Please be as detailed as possible.
Regional History: (this is for lead characters only) You may give me the gist of what you are going for historical/politically and, if approved, specifics can be provided after speaking with other approved lead characters to help blend histories. However, I must know (in order to be approved) the sociological aspects. i.e. culture, traditions, architecture and clothing styles, etc.

Races and Regions

Human

There are 4 branches of Humans. Northerns, Southerners, Islanders, and Nomads.

THE NORTH (Regional Lead: OPEN)
Northerners are fair-skinned with hair ranging from light brown to black. There are a few red heads, but they typically live towards Evolin (the Elven lands) and are looked down upon because of the belief that they are of Elven-Human decent. Eye color ranges from pale blues to pale greens. Because of the harshness of their lands they are a sturdy breed of human known for their brute strength (even in women), boldness, and almost brash courage. They live in cities built around hot springs, the steaming water pumped between the stone floors and walls to help keep the buildings warm. Their capital is built upon the black stone that cradles what used to be a massive fresh water lake that is now completely frozen all year 'round. This lake is used for ice fishing and hunting large game that also uses the lake to fish. Their main products are fish, furs, and Ice-Diamond Steal. Ice-diamonds are a type of ore only found in the Northern Mountains and are highly sought after. While the steal, once forged, is almost as clear as glass, it is harder than any other form of forged metal. The trade of Ice-Diamond Steal products have allowed the Northerners to gain considerable leverage for other items (such as produce and livestock) even during the bloodiest of wars.

The North is ruled by a Monarchy, however, the council of High Lords holds considerable sway with the crown.

NOTE: There are disputed lands within the Frozen Lake and her tributaries with the Elves which includes Ice-Diamond mines. See map.

THE SOUTHERN EMPIRE (Regional Lead: OPEN)
The south is the most fertile of lands and the largest of kingdoms. The capital is built upon a bluff that overlook the channel between the North and the South. It is near the second largest lake in Angora and is surrounded by grassland. There is a variety of flora and fauna ranging from prairies, to forests (oak, maple, etc. Not like the Evergreens of the North or the Tropical canopy of Evolin), to unexplored mountain ranges to the south. Their lands melt into the ash covered Shadowlands ruled by reclusive Ragnork.

Traditionally, the Tri-Point Islands are a colony of theirs run by a cousin/sibling/relative of the ruling family. The South is an Empire with great riches. The people are light tan to dark olive in color with hair ranging from vibrant golds to fiery reds. There are some darker haired people in the mix, however because of it's rarity, it is considered a thing of beauty. Eyes range from Honey Brown to dark chocolates.

THE TRI-POINT ISLANDS (Regional Leader: OPEN)
All-man's Keep is located on the largest of the three Islands and is house to the ruling body. Traditionally they are a colony of the Southern Empire. It is an island filled with farmland and exotic fruit trees. The other two islands are less inhabited, but worked none the less. The smaller of the three islands is covered in dense forest teaming with venomous creatures. The last island is a giant group of mountains filled with gold and ore. This, of course, is where the enslaved dwarves work day in and day out... and how the island makes it's real profit, although the naval vessels produced in the shipyards are unmatched.

The humans of Tri-Point are a range of all human types. There are many historical (or perhaps more mythological) accounts that claim that Tri-Point and Hearthstone Island were once part of the two mainlands, connecting the world until various disasters struck. Although the mountains upon Hearthstone can be seen upon the horizon on a clear day, the waters between the two chains is unsailable due to the uncanny amount of stone-spikes that both protrude from the surface and hide just under.

THE NOMADS (Regional Leaders: MULTIPLE OPENINGS)
The Nomads are located in the desert wastes south of the Shadowlands. There is no specific leader, for each family has their own sheikh who will represent them on the council of Sheikhs (Occurs when two ore more families call for it. Located at the Oasis called The Great Well). The Nomads live by moving their herds from oasis to oasis in a fashion that does not destroy the used lands for the next rainy season. Each Family has their own specific traits, beliefs, and styles, however the majority of families range from dark olive to black in skin color with eyes ranging from green-hazels to dark amber. There are no red heads found in the Wastes, however there are two known families with paler (extremely freckled) skin.

The Nomads, outside of the elves within the Tower of Evolin, are the only keepers of magic. Although magic in Angora is naturalistic in nature (think subtle LOTR not Harry Potter), the Nomads tend to make a show out of it. Like all keepers of magic, the secrets are well guarded and highly sought after.

Elves

There are two factions of Elves within Angora. Elves and Tower Elves. All elves appear as Tolkien elves. Fair and ranging in a wide range of hair and eye color, pointy ears (fairly subtle, but definitely knife ears), and thin, angular features. While they do outsize most humans, the Northern Stock of Men tend to meet them eye to eye.

TOWER ELVES (Regional Leader: LeiaHair)
The elves within the tower are the Ruling class of all of Evolin (the Elven Kingdom). They are hand selected by Tower Elves before them, trained at their sponsor's side from a young age in the secret arts kept within the tower (sciences, histories, and magic). There is not much known about their activities within the tower, however all council meetings are held at the open air amphitheater in which any Elf is allowed to attend (without a voice, but ears are allowed). This is where all governmental actions are presented to the assembly by the designated committee for that particular item/process/need. The assembly is directed by the Lord or Lady of the Tower. While historically there have been up to four Lords or Ladies at once, there is currently only one. Age, experience, influence, and abilities are all traits looked at in order to be dubbed a Lord or Lady of the Tower. One must also be a direct decedent of a Lord or Lady or must have been born during the influence of the double full moon.

ALL OTHER ELVES (Guild Leaders: MULTIPLE OPENINGS)
Most Elves live and die by their guilds. A child is raised in a formal manner, learning early on their strengths and weaknesses. If not chosen for life in the tower, an Elf is selected for whatever guild they are best suited for. This can range from hunting/fishing, agriculture, woodworking (they live in a rainforest type jungle), to any other vocational guild. Magic is only used by the Tower Elves, however a guild can have a designated Tower Elf within their ranks if any kind of magic or advanced science/history/knowledge is needed.

NOTE: There is a border war with The North at the Frozen Lake and her tributaries. The only access to Ice-Diamonds the Elves have are located in those lands.

Dwarves

No history exists for the Dwarves. The only thing they know and remember are that they have been enslaved by the Southern Empire, slaving away at forges and mines. The majority of their numbers are located in the Tri-Point Islands, however, there are other bands throughout the South. Where once might have been a structure of royalty and nobility, now stands a hierarchy of Foremen. The Grand Foreman is the head hauncho and is rumored to be the only decedent of some significant figure (a hero? a king? a savior?). The Dwarves, although they sing about everything else, keep the specifics of their rumor to themselves.

Appearance wise, they are the typical short, stocky dwarves we see in Lord of the Rings or Dragon Age and come in all kinds of skin tones, hair colors, and eye colors.

NOTE: In order to keep control over the dwarves, all female dwarves are hidden away, only brought out once a year to 'breed' as the Empire calls it.

The Ragnork

The Ragnork are similar to traditional fantasy Drow in appearance, although with greater variation of tones and shades of skins and hair. This race, however, differs from them in all other ways. The Ragnork, or "Ashpeople" as some folks call them, have forever made their homes in the inhabitable Shadowlands. The large, active range of Volcanic mountains has not only had it's effect on the land (a constant cloud of ash and smoke, fumes and gasses released that would kill any other race, and jagged paths carved and built throughout the rock by years of lava flows and explosions) but on the Ragnork as well. Their eyes glow lightly, allowing them to see within the constant dusk like days and lava-lit nights, their skin is less likely to be burned by both sun and open flame, and their lungs have the ability to breath most noxious gasses. Salt water, though, will eat away at their skin like acid.

Culturally wise, it is a tribe. Warriors must prove themselves in order to sit at the war table and the Great Chief oversees all. Because no other race is able to survive deep within the Shadowlands, the Ragnork have many.... many secrets. However, for the same reason, they have become revers in the neighboring lands of the Southern Empire and even to some of the Nomadic people... when they come to close to the roots of the mountains.

Map (Don't judge!)

Approved Characters

The North
-Sifora Dalgaard---LeiaHair
-Erik Olofsson---LeiaHair (named NPC)
-Shayden Dalgaard--LeiaHair (Named NPC)
-Viktor Eriksen---viktorseier
The Southern Empire
-OPEN LEAD
Tri-Point Islands (Includes Dwarves and Pirates)
-OPEN LEAD
Evolin (All Elves)
-Lord Adastros My'nar---LeiaHair
The Nomads
-OPEN LEAD
-Sybilla Rior---LeiaHair (Named NPC)
The Ragnork
-OPEN LEAD

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS AT ALL, PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK IN BOTH PMs OR VIA OOC POST!

The Dragon Moon (An Original Fantasy)

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Star Wars: The High Republic – The Bunum Impasse [CLOSED]

Arianna Anise

Arianna Anise

Padawan

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance: Arianna is a long, lanky girl who is all legs, neck, and large, round eyes (the later making her look even younger than she already is). Her hazel-green green eyes are framed by smooth, flawless olive skin that contrasts with her dark, unruly brown mop which is typically pulled back into loose braids or ponytails with her apprentice braid hidden among the freed baby curls along her ears and nape of her neck. Tall for a nine year old, her long limbs make her appear more like a newborn fawn than a majestic beast that she could one day become and her always stoic, always analyzing gaze makes her appear meek.

The young padawan is clothed in a cream, white appetence robe with dark leather straps holding the clothing taught to her arms and legs and elbow length leather gloves. A matching belt lays upon a sash of rose at her waist and typically her dark, uncontrollable hair is attempted to be pulled back with the same color leather, although no matter the style, the thick wisps do whatever they want to do. Her clothing, on the other hand, is always neat and pristine. Around her neck is a small triangle carved from bone, held in place by braided leather strips.

Lightsaber/other personal effects: Arianna's lightsaber is a rose-pink colored blade with a simple mottled gun-metal colored hilt with inlayed bone along the accents. Half of the hilt has ornate carvings into the bone (which she has yet to finish) making it appear to be more of an accessory at her hip instead of a cold tool. Tuck neatly in a small pocket inside her sash, a small vibro knife hides. It is the tool she uses to carefully carve into the hilt whenever she has a free moment to meditate. She also has a small necklace that she made herself as a youngling at the Jedi Temple.

Personality: The young girl is stoic to say the least, her large eyes taking in everything they can see while the force fills in what they can't. Observant and with a memory like an elephant, she comes across as an old soul. However her sweet, demure attitude towards everything betrays her true age to those who interact with her. Although she seems meek standing at the side of her Jedi Master, the young girl is girl is hardly a push over. Although there is no lack of confidence, Arianna will never be found towing the line. She values life to a fault, though, partially due to a few traumatic experiences in regards to her innate ability to use psychometry (Force Echo), which makes her a stubborn pacifists who seeks to please and pacify those around her.

View of the Force: The force is less a view and more of a feeling. The stronger the force, the stronger she is filled with a warming vibration, like that after a good, hard laugh... the weaker, the lonely cold grows stronger, like that of waking up in a dark, empty room alone. This may play into her Force Echo abilities.

Background:
Like most younglings, Arianna was brought to the Jedi Temple at an early age. She had been found begging for food in a less than savory part of Coruscant, but, as she had been told, was suspected to have been brought to the city-planet from elsewhere by those who had watched over her from the shadows as she pan-handled. If you were to ask her about it, though, she couldn't even describe the faces of the Jedi who saved her from a life of destitute, let alone where she was from. Nor did she care, for the Jedi Temple was the only home she ever knew.

Arianna was well liked by most, but didn't have any real close friends amongst the other younglings in her clan. However, shortly after her fifth year, Arianna began to withdraw from her social group. She would disappear only to be found in the gardens or in a secluded place to herself, meditating to the point of exhaustion. Little did her little youngling friends know, the young girl had started to see flashes of 'memories' randomly throughout the day. At first, Arianna wasn't sure where these visions were coming from. Thinking she was cursed, for some of these 'visions' were horrible and made her feel despair, guilt, pain, suffering, anger.... the little girl tried to hide her fear from those around her. However, it didn't take long for one of the lecturing Master's to sense such dark feelings in her. She was stood in front of the council, with many of them asking questions that Arianna could hardly understand. Almost in tears, afraid she would be cast aside, she answered each question honestly and with as much detail as she could. It came as a relief to her once they explained to her exactly what she was experiencing... that she had a gift that only a few were born with, called psychometry in which she could see what they called a Force Echo on objects she touched. She wasn't cursed after all!

Of course, with such a gift came great misery and confusion and with each passing year, the visions came harder and stronger... to the point of forcing her to wear gloves so as not to accidentally touch anything until she had learned to control such a gift, especially given that the flashes of bright, white light before the vision disoriented her enough to cause her to fall to her knees and that some emotions were strong enough to last for days after experiencing an echo. She was discouraged from using her gift unless in a lesson, something she happily agreed to do.

Years passed, and Arianna found herself on Ilum, frozen in place from more than just the cold of the ice planet. She was alone in a labyrinth of crystals, forced to face what truly feared her.... being alone... alone with just memories. Many of which were not her own. Concerned that she would lose all track of time and miss her opportunity, Arianna decided to face her fear head on. Yanking her gloves off and tucking them in her belt, the eight (almost nine) year old youngling closed her eyes and felt her way through the caves... Echo after Echo after Echo filling her head. Some fearful, some joyful as they found their glowing crystals, others angry at the lack of them. The waves of emotion made her feel... alive. It reminded her that she was not alone, even if no one was around. The Force was always there, always present... and would always be present even after she was gone. She was one with it and it with her.

It was at this revelation that Arianna opened her eyes to find a glowing, pink crystal at her fingertips, awaiting her next moves.

Arianna had only returned with her constructed lightsaber a few months when the Jedi Knight, Sifora Nas, a Zeltron woman who was known to be a larger than life sort of personality, had taken on the quiet girl as her Padawan. It, of course, was no surprise given that Sifora was also one gifted with Psychometry, however many jokes were said in not so private places about such a pairing. They were seemingly like oil and water, although both were well liked. Sifora, in her flashy white robe with ornate bracers and a belt that tinkled like bells when she walked with that deep hip swinging gate commanded the room and the sweet little Arianna was the soft little bell following behind her.

Of course, their first mission off planet was also to be their last. There, amongst the rubble of the crash, lay her once larger than life master, her red skin no longer vibrant... but dulled by the lack of life within her veins. Arianna was lost. She was adequate, at best, in what she needed to be in order to be a padawan... but had only been pushed on at the earliest age so that she could learn to better control her gift. Now she was lost... alone with people she had hardly met, on a planet far from anywhere she had ever been.

I am also not opposed to redoing a CS as the Jedi Knight in my backstory since you only have padawan applicants. Just let me know.

Game of Thrones anyone?

@Emma I'll go into detail for you tomorrow. (I'm on my cell for now and won't be able to get back to my computer until tomorrow). Long story short, if you're pro Jon+Dany, then you'll be happy. Kinda.

Long Live Equestria: An Adventurous My Little Pony Roleplay

Are you still accepting new players?