The Grin Reaper

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Weather's in, boys...it's going to be a cold day in Hell Rinestre Glacee

Race: Frost Hellcat Gender: Female Age: 489 Orientation: Heterosexual History: Rinestre was born into royalty, her family among the most elite echelons of the hellcats. In fact, her mother ruled the Hellcats side by side with the representative from the Fire Hellcats. She was spoiled, yes, but certainly not pampered. Pampering their children was one thing they would never do, as Hell was not a place for the weak.

Reaper's Character Log

Reaper's Character Log

You ask why I'm the best? It's simple...I never miss a mark Diablo Pantera

Race: Fire Hellcat Gender: Male Age: 333 Orientation: Pansexual History: Personality:

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I am the Arrow of Aduriel; Her Priestess, her Warrior, her Devotee. Her will is my will. ~~~Eruraviel Glorfindel~~~

Personal Stats: Race: Moon Elf Gender: Female Age: 1217 Orientation: Bisexual History: Eruraviel is one of the older members of the clergy of Aduriel, the Elven Goddess of War. Serving since she was in her teen years at the age of just over two hundred years, she has been a loyal and devoted follower of her Goddess for nigh on a thousand years. Even at a young age, Eruraviel showed promise as a warrior, her skill with blade and bow unmatched by any other elf of her own age. She was able to fence with elves who had centuries more experience with the blade than she herself had, and with a bow she could strike an apple from a tree more than five hundred paces away. Unbeknownst to her, she had attracted not just the eyes of Aduriel's Priestesses, but those of the Goddess herself. She began to have dreams, visions, of a beautiful yet highly intimidating woman. Aduriel spoke to the young elven warrior, getting to know her and grooming her to join her clergy. She also began to test her would-be disciple. When Ravi was scouting the forests around her home, she would find herself harried by irate bears, angry lions and finally a wyvern, one of the symbols of Asrok, the God of Chaos. She found herself outmatched by the mighty wyrm, a beast that few inexperienced elves would be able to slay. Finding herself nearly defeated and on the verge of death, she prayed to Aduriel. The Goddess healed her wounds, holy light radiating from Eruraviel as she felt a surge of vigor, of empowering adrenaline. Aduriel lent her strength to the warrior and, when the battle was done, she appeared before Eruraviel in a corporeal form for the first time. She surveyed the slain beast, pleased with the young elven woman.The Goddess spoke to Eruraviel, not at length, but the words she spoke bore great impact. Once she had spoken her part, Aduriel reached out, her delicate hand resting where Ravi's shoulder lay bare by her tattered armor. Her touch branded the girl, marking her as it burned into her flesh. Eruraviel had awoken a week later, in the infirmary of the Church of Aduriel. She had been marked as the chosen of the Goddess, and began to train in earnest. She quickly rose through the ranks of the clergy, finding herself a Priestess less than a century after being marked. The Sisters know her as Eruraviel Glorfindel, but the world...the world knows her as the Arrow of Aduriel. Personality: She is quite devoted to Aduriel, putting the will of her Goddess above her own more than once; it could be said that her will becomes that of Aduriel. As the Goddess' right hand, Ravi is fierce, determined and confident, one of those figures who can change the tide of a battle off of her own back. She is loyal, above all to Aduriel, then to her Sister Priestesses and finally to her nation. Some would describe her as cold, others as heartless...but despite her Faith, the deaths at her hands of hundreds, if not thousands, of fellow warriors weighs heavily on her heart and mind. She is afraid of opening up to those around her, although children can worm their way through her walls due to her anguish at being unable to have any herself. Weapons: Eruraviel primarily wields three weapons; Her bow, Aduriel's Pledge. Her sword, Aduriel's Wrath. And her dagger, Aduriel's Thorn. Fighting Style: Varying from situation to situation, Eruraviel's battle styles should be kind of obvious; Bow for long range, dual wield sword and dagger for close. Clothing: She dresses simply, choosing bandage wraps over traditional garb for the slight increase in mobility. Over this, she wears traditional Elven armor, somewhat more ceremonial than normal due to her role as a Priestess. Finally, she wears a cloak, designed to allow her to blend in with most environments she finds herself in.

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Loyalty to others is something to be admired and yet, despite this, loyalty to one's own self is paramount in avoiding self destruction ~~~Hana Fuhōna~~~

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Table of Contents: 1) Hana Fuhōna 2) Eruraviel Glorfindel 3) Diablo Pantera 4) Desiree Fascienne Valora & Annabella Helena Valora 5) Rinestre Glacee 6) Darik von Destan 7) Dymitrii Romonof 8) Rex Diabolous 9) Cheshira Delacroix 10) Satomi Tenshi 11) Samael Seraphii 12) Aneirin Lilium 13) Venatrix Aeterna 14) Morrigan Domonika Devilique

Dangers of Eriscinna

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It was dark, not so much a trickle of moonlight breaking through the forest canopy to the ground below. The myriad of stars overhead were hidden from sight by the leafy ceiling, leaving Eriscinna in almost pitch blackness. The sounds of the night could be heard, as if from all around you, the chirping of crickets, the baying of wolves, the scurry of animals as they tried frantically to stay alive. Here, in Eriscinna, nature was a brutal mistress, one who let only the strong survive. Eriscinna was home to the Uruken hordes, foul beasts who many years before had driven the continent of Hereshia to the brink of destruction, in a war that had left every race deeply scarred. The Elves had lost their Queen in the battle, while the dwarves had lost their two princes, leaving their King a broken man. The humans, who had made up the bulk of the forces, they had their losses too. More human men died in that war than in any other event in history. And the Uruken, the instigators, perhaps they had the worst of it. Driven to the brink of extinction, they had retreated withen the dense foliage and darkness of Eriscinna, a fell forest which was home not just to them, but creatures such as trolls, ogres, giants and other creatures to horrible to mention. Eriscinna was a place where few dared to tread, a place that even fewer of those returned. The Uruken and their ilk were thus left in peace, given time to grow more and more powerful. Their numbers grew, they forged alliances with the other beasts who called Eriscinna home. And they bided their time, waiting until they were all but forgotten, even to the oldest of the elves, those who lived for centuries and who forgot nothing. The Uruken were a myth, a fallacy used to make children behave. But they were strong, they were waiting and now...they were almost ready. It was gradual, at first. Sightings of creatures most foul, the like of which had not been seen in centuries. Scouts, raiding parties, the Uruken were beginning to expand from the woodland fortress of Eriscinna. Where they came across people, death was rarely quick and always savage, the deaths of those the killers consider far beneath themselves. The Uruken did not have it all their own way, however. The Humans, the Elves and the Dwarves had been joined by new allies as well, the Fae and the Demonata. The Fae were mysterious, ethereal beings, ancient and powerful like the Elves. The Demonata were shapeshifters, creatures with animal like features and attributes who could shift between humanoid and beastoid forms. As the threat began to establish itself, the five great nations gathered together. It was clear that war was coming once more, war on a scale that made the Great War seem tiny and insignificant. Their own scouts, primarily consisting of the Elves and the Demonata, had returned from Eriscinna. They told of a great horde, a horde of Uruken, Giants, Trolls, Ogres, Goblins and other creatures they didn't recognize. They spoke of the serpents longer than the trees were high and of spiders that were larger than a house. They spoke of sorcery, of dark magic which was corrupting the land there. Wraiths, Lichs and other undead had joined the Horde and, to the scouts horror, two dragons, two of the last, had also rallied to that banner. One was a Black Dragon, a creature of pure, unrestrained malicious intent, while the other was a Red, almost as bad. The Horde of Eriscinna was large, many times what could be put in the field by the Alliance. It seemed helpless and yet...People can be stubborn. The Humans, the Elves, the Dwarves, they refused to lay down and die. The Fae and the Demonata, they joined their allies in great numbers, fearful of what would happen to their own homelands if Hereshia were to fall. So, stranger....will you join with us to save the world, or will you help the Horde destroy it?

This is actually based off another roleplay I had on another roleplaying website, which has since been shut down. The setting it somewhat dark, and it would allow for players to join as a wider variety of races and subraces than are usually included in high fantasy. I thought perhaps that the Alliance could sport a small group of warriors and mages, played by roleplayers, who go forth as the vanguard. Their task would be to serve as guerrilla fighters, infiltrating Eriscinna in order to harry and delay the Horde as much as possible, before branching out into hit and run attacks as it begins to advance. Thoughts?

Grin Like a Cheshire, Sting like a Bee

Dead Girl

x3 Sunnydale. I was just old enough to catch the last season of Buffy. At least, I think it was the last one. it ended with Sunnydale as a giant hole in the ground. I kind of got into the genre from authors such as Anne Rice and Christopher Pike, as well as movies like Van Helsing and Underworld.

Kirra

Thanks for the welcome! I've been a huge fan of fantasy since I first read the Lord of the Rings trilogy when I was seven. When I found roleplaying, it was kind of novel to me. Rather playing a game, I wrote it! Since then I've gotten involved in making my own characters, although I have no artistic talent whatsoever so my creations are usually drawn by others.

Grin Like a Cheshire, Sting like a Bee

Greetings and salutations, my fellow roleplayers. I have been looking for somewhere to roleplay where the quality is up to snuff, as it seems to be here. So, I hope to have a good time here and I look forward to roleplaying with as many of you as possible. As an aside, I tend to stick to fantasy style roleplay, whether it be modern fantasy such as vampires and werewolves etc or high fantasy, such as elves, dwarves etc.