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Post by Samira on Dec 21, 2009 22:04:46 GMT -5
Alright people we need cannon characters. I am not making bios for these characters; I will leave that up to your creativity and muse and all that good stuff; I am stipulating species. If you read the plot, you know pretty much what the characters are and what they do and so on and so forth, so go for it. I want to see the bio you've created for the character and a short sample post in character before I will let you use the character as a plot character. Go for it! Guildmasters:
Gebrel; Silvershadow; RP: Samira.
Laewenna; Palemoon; RP: Daemyan.
Morzanthor; Darkrowan; RP: spoken for but not taken.
Traitor in Silvershadow:
must be an Elf
Prophesied One:
This one is tricky, because according to the plot the actual Prophesied One is sort of a surprise - it turns out to be someone they didn't ever think was the One - so if you want this position, talk to me about it.
Mistaken One:
Thomas; SilverShadow; RP: Waggy.
The Three of Light:
Elf
Dwarf
-this last one I haven't quite decided about. Gryphon? Dragon? or - more interesting - some kind of Dark creature like a vampire or something that overcomes its ... natural evil-ness?
one of these will be from Silvershadow, one from Palemoon, and one an Outlander.
The Three of Darkness:
Dark Elf
Vampire
Werewolf
one of these will come from Darkrowan, two will be Outlanders.
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Post by Hornswaggler on Dec 26, 2009 2:41:17 GMT -5
Can Thomas be the Mistaken One? XD I think it'd be rather funny...he's totally not fit for the job, and he'd be protesting the entire time, so when they're all "Oops, our bad. Wasn't you after all." he could totally freak out on 'em. :3 His Bio "Brazul..." Thomas muttered a few choice words under his breath as he watched the deer bound out of sight. With a sigh, he slipped his bow into it's quiver once more before swinging down from the low branch that had been his vantage point. If it hadn't been for those stupid dead leaves...The man shot a glare up at the canopy of trees, cursing the loud rustling of the orange and yellow leaves that hung from their branches. His bow had brushed the branch above him as it was drawn, alerting the doe to his presence and losing him a good meal. Beginning to stride through the forest, he passed it off as bad luck. Hunting was never very good this time of year, and it only got worse as the winter progressed. Unfortunately, the woods hadn't been kind to him in the past year, and as a result there was very little meat stored in Thomas's small home. No matter...the guild provided for such cases, he knew. They gave out rations to those who could prove their lack of food. Comforted slightly by this thought, the half-elf continued his journey back toward the small group of houses on the outskirts of Silvershadow's main city. More people had moved in after he had come, creating a small community. He got along fairly well with most of them, and with the rest, he simply kept out of their way. Mind wandering, Thomas didn't acknowledge the feeling immediately. This section of the forest had fallen quiet, seeming even eerier than usual at sunset. Being the suspicious type as it was, he halted, hazel eyes peering into the gloom that lay off of the beaten trail. He knew this feeling well; a ranger has to realize when he's being watched. Though his cloak itself was fairly good at concealing him, superb when he was using it for that purpose, it was too much to count on it alone to keep him hidden. Most animals could smell, after all. His left hand slowly moved to the hilt of his rapier; otherwise, the man stood stock-still, listening intently for any signs of life in the brush. One sudden flash of movement caught his eye, and Thomas immediately began searching the areas around it. A common mistake people make, he had learned from one of his first 'teachers'; if something moves, it's not just for the sake of moving. Near every time, it's moved to a different location or is in the process of advancing. If one stares at the last place it was seen, there's no way of catching any other tell-tale signs of either retreat or attack. In this case, it seemed to be the former...after a few minutes, the ranger allowed his hand to drop from the hilt and relaxed slightly as a few birds began their evening song in a tree overhead. Continuing on his way, the sun setting at his back, Thomas kept his senses alert. Whatever had been in the trees was not a friendly force, to be sure. What it was, exactly, he hadn't a clue, but it certainly didn't mean him well. One thing he knew, he wouldn't relax completely until he had passed the barriers set up by the guild that surrounded the city. Some strange things roamed the forest in the twilight... |
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Post by Samira on Dec 26, 2009 16:20:51 GMT -5
Accepted; finish the bio though! And once I get things together I'll have it more easily understandable due to maps, but the guilds aren't REALLY cities, per se. I mean, the people live in houses, but small houses. Think cottages. =) The guildmaster's house is the finest one, and I think I said it was made out of wood; I can't remember. But I like the post. I'll add him in.
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