Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Alright ^-^))

[Doodle Buddy]

(when do we start?)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Elf:.
Name:
Madison Kerr

Sub Race:
Er...I don't know
Gender:
Female
Age:
Looks about 16
Love Interest:
Looking
Class:
Ranger
Weapons:
She has a bow and arrow and a dagger
Description:
The only thing missing is she is covered in scars and she has black hair instead on blonde
Personality:
She is extremely shy and cautious at first, like a startled animal, if you seem like a threat to her she will attack you, but if not, she is sweet, charming and clever
History:
She lived alone, traveling the world, fighting many battles so she got all those scars, when she was brought here she became protective and aggresive like a wild animal...
Strenghts:
Her speed, stamina and accuracey
Weaknesses:
She isn't a good swimmer or strong, she can't climb very well either
Fears:
Other people, water and...SPIDERS!!!
Other:
I don't think so..
RPing Example:
You've seen me RP before
Proffered Group:
Himmather

((She might be able to be a ranger? She seems to fit the description))

[Doodle Buddy]

(okay)

[thelyingeyes]

.:Sulent:.
Name:
Ashlinn Rose Tenebrae

Wings:
She has wings like a dove, as she is very quiet, and completely pure.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Around 19
Love Interest:
None...
Class:
Paladin
Weapons:
Ash generally uses her fans, but she will sometimes use daggers. The fans are bladed at the ends and used as an extension of her arms, used to either make small cuts or to hit the pressure points of an opponent.
Personality:
Ash is very quite and reserved. She doesn't really talk to anyone, but still fights with a cold fury. She wants to get out of here more than anything else, but part of her wants to find love. She has been hurt before, but really wants to find that one special person that won't hurt her anymore. She doesn't generally make friends, but for anyone that actually can get past her barriers, she is incredibly loyal and caring. She will help take down anyone, if needed.
History:
Ash was mortified when she was pulled from her family to be here. She had to leave her younger sister, Aimee, who was really the only light in her world anymore, simply because they had wanted her in this place. She had a few lovers back home, but they all broke her heart, so she was glad to get away from them, but not at this cost. She wasn't very interesting back home, just a girl that didn't talk much, but now she plans to get free and make a name for herself.
Strengths:
She is very, very loyal to friends and her lover. She fights with a cold fury and can generally win. She doesn't take crap from anyone, and will generally just ignore them instead of fighting them.
Weaknesses:
She doesn't generally say how she is feeling, even if she needs to. She doesn't accept people easily, making working in groups rather difficult. She sometimes follows her heart, instead of following her head, which doesn't help in battle.
Fears:
She fears rejection, betrayal, and loss of those she loves.
Other:
Ash is bisexual.
RPing Example:
Ash let out a soft sigh as she stared up at the gothic castle from the tree she was in. She knew that she had to get in there somehow, as she figured that if she could destroy him, she could destroy them all. However, what she didn't know, was how to accomplish that. Her head tilted to the side, leaning against the tree trunk, just looking up at it before she heard a twig snap behind her, causing her to flinch, almost falling out of the tree. She spun to face the direction of the noise, not knowing what it was, and not knowing if she should or shouldn't be afraid.
Proffered Group:
Group 1

.:Human:.
Name:
Leviere "Fang" Draven

Gender:
Male
Age:
20
Love Interest:
None as of yet...
Class:
Assassin
Weapon:
Either a sword or dagger, sometimes both.
Personality:
Lev is very much the closed, mysterious type. Not much is actually known about him and his emotions can never be read on his emotionless face. Sometimes his eyes will give him away, but that is rare. He usually fights to kill, but sometimes he won't, if he is stopped. He isn't really looking for love, as it will only mean someone else he has to look out for, but if it stumbles upon him, he won't be stupid enough to turn it away.
History:
Lev didn't actually have any family before being brought here, so he has nothing to really get back to. He doesn't like it here, as he got bored with it soon after arriving, which is why he fights to get out. He used to have a lover, but she dumped him soon before he was brought here, which left him unable to fight for a while in the beginning.
Strengths:
He is a strong fighter. He doesn't let his heart get in the way of what needs to get done. He protects those that are weaker or those that can't protect themselves.
Weaknesses:
He has the tendency to turn on his employers. He doesn't like working in groups and sometimes turns on those in his own group. He can be rather arrogant.
Fears:
Unfortunately, he fears death, loss, and more heartbreak.
Special Ability:
He sometimes has small sparks of magic, but they are wild and can't generally do much, but they are still there, but only for a few minutes and with long spaces in between.
Other:
He is gay, but hides it entirely.
RPing Example:
Lev soon fell silent as he neared his target. He certainly didn't want to have them catching him, as that would mean having to either give chase or fail, and he never failed. He had been offered quite a nice sum of money for this one, so he definitely wanted to succeed. If not, he guessed he could always just kill the employer, but that wouldn't be very nice. He started to move again, falling in step behind the target, trying to just seem like any normal citizen, at least, until he could get the man cornered...
Proffered Group:
Group 3

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Sulent:.
Name:
Ashlinn Rose Tenebrae

Wings:
She has wings like a dove, as she is very quiet, and completely pure.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Around 19
Love Interest:
None...
Class:
Paladin
Weapons:
Ash generally uses her fans, but she will sometimes use daggers. The fans are bladed at the ends and used as an extension of her arms, used to either make small cuts or to hit the pressure points of an opponent.
Personality:
Ash is very quite and reserved. She doesn't really talk to anyone, but still fights with a cold fury. She wants to get out of here more than anything else, but part of her wants to find love. She has been hurt before, but really wants to find that one special person that won't hurt her anymore. She doesn't generally make friends, but for anyone that actually can get past her barriers, she is incredibly loyal and caring. She will help take down anyone, if needed.
History:
Ash was mortified when she was pulled from her family to be here. She had to leave her younger sister, Aimee, who was really the only light in her world anymore, simply because they had wanted her in this place. She had a few lovers back home, but they all broke her heart, so she was glad to get away from them, but not at this cost. She wasn't very interesting back home, just a girl that didn't talk much, but now she plans to get free and make a name for herself.
Strengths:
She is very, very loyal to friends and her lover. She fights with a cold fury and can generally win. She doesn't take crap from anyone, and will generally just ignore them instead of fighting them.
Weaknesses:
She doesn't generally say how she is feeling, even if she needs to. She doesn't accept people easily, making working in groups rather difficult. She sometimes follows her heart, instead of following her head, which doesn't help in battle.
Fears:
She fears rejection, betrayal, and loss of those she loves.
Other:
Ash is bisexual.
RPing Example:
Ash let out a soft sigh as she stared up at the gothic castle from the tree she was in. She knew that she had to get in there somehow, as she figured that if she could destroy him, she could destroy them all. However, what she didn't know, was how to accomplish that. Her head tilted to the side, leaning against the tree trunk, just looking up at it before she heard a twig snap behind her, causing her to flinch, almost falling out of the tree. She spun to face the direction of the noise, not knowing what it was, and not knowing if she should or shouldn't be afraid.
Proffered Group:
Group 1

.:Human:.
Name:
Leviere "Fang" Draven

Gender:
Male
Age:
20
Love Interest:
None as of yet...
Class:
Assassin
Weapon:
Either a sword or dagger, sometimes both.
Personality:
Lev is very much the closed, mysterious type. Not much is actually known about him and his emotions can never be read on his emotionless face. Sometimes his eyes will give him away, but that is rare. He usually fights to kill, but sometimes he won't, if he is stopped. He isn't really looking for love, as it will only mean someone else he has to look out for, but if it stumbles upon him, he won't be stupid enough to turn it away.
History:
Lev didn't actually have any family before being brought here, so he has nothing to really get back to. He doesn't like it here, as he got bored with it soon after arriving, which is why he fights to get out. He used to have a lover, but she dumped him soon before he was brought here, which left him unable to fight for a while in the beginning.
Strengths:
He is a strong fighter. He doesn't let his heart get in the way of what needs to get done. He protects those that are weaker or those that can't protect themselves.
Weaknesses:
He has the tendency to turn on his employers. He doesn't like working in groups and sometimes turns on those in his own group. He can be rather arrogant.
Fears:
Unfortunately, he fears death, loss, and more heartbreak.
Special Ability:
He sometimes has small sparks of magic, but they are wild and can't generally do much, but they are still there, but only for a few minutes and with long spaces in between.
Other:
He is gay, but hides it entirely.
RPing Example:
Lev soon fell silent as he neared his target. He certainly didn't want to have them catching him, as that would mean having to either give chase or fail, and he never failed. He had been offered quite a nice sum of money for this one, so he definitely wanted to succeed. If not, he guessed he could always just kill the employer, but that wouldn't be very nice. He started to move again, falling in step behind the target, trying to just seem like any normal citizen, at least, until he could get the man cornered...
Proffered Group:
Group 3

((Accepted... I kinda' got rid of group three because I seriousley doubt we'll get that many players. What might end up happening at some points and at least at the begining [because of the lack of players] is the groups will meet for a bit. Anyway I have one more person to ask about joining and I have to get these URL codes to work *Gives computer an angry glare* and then we can start!))

[thelyingeyes]

<<Alright Cool! >>
Edit: I suppose I should have put something in those about Ash's difference in clothes... Oh well... lol

[Mayiamaru]

(I will be making the forms Oe character for each group )

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Ya, when Mayia's done we should have enough people to start... wow we already have four people and I still have invited more! This is going better than I thought! XD))

[Mayiamaru]

.:Sulent:.
Name:
Mayia Hikamaru

Wings:
Mayia's wings resemble that of a snowy owl. Timid and silent, but intelligent and strong.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Nineteen
Love Interest:
Single, but she has been too fearful to speak with anyone so she remains alone.
Class:
Healer
Weapons:
Two white staffs that were crafted from the bones of an already slaughtered dragon. They are sturdy and were glossed with lght to avoid them decomposing or breaking.
Description:
Mayia's sky blue eyes glimmer in such a way that they make her seem quite sad most of the time and her expression is usually said to seem unhappy as well. Her skin is pale and fair and her hair is a light brown. Mayia is a bit frail looking, but she has been resolving to change that best she can. Mayia usually wears a white dress with long sleeves with an addition of a silver ribbon tied around her waist. She uses a light blue scarf to tie up her hair to make her seem just a little less innocent... it hasn't worked so far. The silver sash is to commemorate her lost friend.
Personality:
Mayia use to be a timid and shy character, and she still is, but she masks it well now. Around new people, she keeps on a sullen expression to keep them from seeing her fear of them. Only in serious instances, the personality Mayia possessed two years ago would burst forth. Mayia never did like the thought of being alone, but she alone now. She had to deal with it. The darkness had become comforting to her and she became even more reserved after losing her best friend. Every now and then, she will snap and yell at someone because of her pent up emotions or if she is pushed enough, but at night, she is a total wreck, crying alone in the darkness to let go so that she could compose herself in public. She did not want to look weak, but being as pale and frail looking as she does, she is always asked if she was alright... Every now and then, Mayia will butt into people's business if she sees something wrong and will always stop for a stray. Animals are her only family now.
Mayia has a real soft spot for animals. Never will she yell at an animal, and never will she ever abuse or stand by to watch one be abused. She loves them to death, kind of, and has a way with animals other than humans. Mayia actually developed a habit of referring to other people as humans. She never had an answer for why though. She still holds her innocence and is so far back into the past that she barely knows of most modern things.
History:
Mayia was born as a frail and weak baby. Her parents are unknown and her life was spent in an orphanage at the south side of town for about four years. Once she was four, she was adopted by two loving people. Aria, and Kai Akitora. When they came along, she was happy, but one day, everything just... was pulled away from her. They had adopted a boy named Skye off the streets. He had no name until they took him in. Mayia and Skye were pretty close and they even took in a silver wolf pup from the forest that Mayia fell in love with at first sight of the little guy. Sadly, that happy life only lasted for three years. Mayia was too scared of Skye to look back as she ran from that house where he had been the one to murder Kai and Aria. She never knew why, but it felt like such a bitter betrayal. Since then, Mayia had been living alone on the streets.
Mayia been taken pity on by a man who worked at an animal shelter when she was ten and began working at his shelter, earning enough for a condo. She had enough to finally go to school again.
Five years later, a fight her broken out in the halls of Mayia's high school and she lost most of her memories. She was thrown back at the wall, injuring her head severely to a point where she had been in a coma for over a year. Sixteen months later, she woke up with Hunter at her bedside. She vaguely remembered her foster family of three, a mother, a father, and a boy just a year older than her and not one memory came of a real family. She couldn't remember the murders though, and every time she would sleep, she would dream of those horrible murders that she witnessed. She remembered nothing and no one at all except for Hunter, who stayed by her for every second of the day.
Hunter was that a silver wolf pup that she had loved since she was little and had been her best friend for that whole time. They were so close that she could have sworn that they were able to speak to each other. Mayia never felt alone with Hunter at her side day in and day out, but a few days before her eighteenth birthday. Mayia was attacked while on a walk with Hunter through a new area of town just after school. She looked incredibly frail so she was made out to be a target. Hunter had stood up for her and fought for her to get those thugs away from her, getting stabbed once and horribly bruised in the process. Everything seemed fine until they got home. Hunter lost blood by barfing it up and he died on Mayia's steps...
Since then, Mayia swore to stop looking so weak. To change the way that Hunter wanted her to. She wasn't going to let his death be in vain. She wouldn't stop crying for him though. Without Hunter, she was alone. And what was more, it was her fault that he was gone. She tried to be a confident woman and continued to excell in her classes. She ended up being the youngest to graduate her class, but she never made a single friend at school... She was horrified of people since she was could remember. She was just trying to find her place in the world after that.
Strengths:
-Her bond with animals
-One irresistable look [She never knows when she does it though]
-Being unnoticable in most situations
-Her agile build
Weaknesses:
-Her kindness
-Her fragile health
-Her timid nature
-Complete and utter silence
Fears:
-People
-Being totally alone
-Her past repeating
-Dreaming
Other:
-Mayia cares for any animals she finds along the streets and keeps caring for them until they either leave on their own, someone adopts them or they die.
-Mayia is gifted with artistic talents. Her voice is heavenly because of it's naturally quiet and soft qualities, but she has never sang in public... Only when she wishes to console herself or her animal friends. She can draw beautifully, but keeps that to herself very strictly. Her drawing are good, but when she doesn't have a picture in mind, she always ends up drawing something disturbing to her mostly, but can't bring herself to throw it away.
RPing Example:
[You know my RPing style XD Mind if I leave this blank? I don't feel like digging right now.]
Preferred Group:
1

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.:Dragonkin:.
Name:
Halomaru Pyronitus

Wings:
Red, reptilian wings with black bones and talons on the ends and at the joints.
Gender:
Male
Age:
Twenty-Five
Love Interest:
None at the moment. He doesn't mind flirting with any cute girls though.
Class:
Necromancer
Weapons:
Four demonic blades formed of the bones and souls of each of the species. They float due to the souls that he musters up with his power. The stronger he gets, the faster he can make those blades go. He also has two guns forged from silver.
Description:
Halomaru is a tall, lean and handsome. He is quite well muscled from years of battling and fighting. His hair is a dark coppery colour, however his eyes are a deep, oceanic blue. He was built like a warrior and has continued to fight as one for quite some time, making him rugged. He wears white gloves when travelling to coverhis blood stained hands and removes them when introducing himself as Crimson Cloak. He never reveals his true name off the bat and enjoys refering to himself as his well known name, given to him by the few survivors of his counter-raids.
Personality:
Halomaru has a sick, twisted sense of humour most of the time. He can be ruthless and mean with his humour and tends to take it much too far in crucial situations. He is a bit flirtatious when it comes to any beutiful women, whether they be old or young. Halomaru's charm is hard to resist and has a lovely way with words. He is a romantic to say the least. He is one who loves to write poetry, yet hates to recite it for any other reason than to charm woman.
History:
Halomaru was born strong, but grew up feared amongst his kind. He was fighting since birth to survive, nearly killed after he began to speak of spirits and ghosts that spoke to him in wake and in rest. Halomaru ran away with the ghosts of his big brother and sister. At that time, he was only five days old, taught everything he knew from the dead.
By the age of four, he was known as Crimson Cloak for killing theives and bandits on the road, staining his hands with blood and always having been wearing a red cloak everywhere he goes. Halomaru has been calling himself Crimson Cloak ever since, and nearly everyone has forgotten Halomaru's true name.
Now that Halomaru is twenty-four, he has been the same ever since. Not a single thing about him has changed, besides his interest in women. What also hasn't changed has been that Halomaru hasn't been able to commit to anything... Only his lust for killing and stealing.
Strengths:
-Darkness
-His charming attitude and finesse
-Speed
-His rare abilities
Weaknesses:
-Anyone with a sharper tongue than his own
-He... really loves dragons and dogs...
-He can't ignore a spirit. Whenever one speaks, he listens without fail.
Fears:
-Felines
-Anyone with a sharper tongue than his own.
-... Surprisingly... he is afraid of Thunder and Lightning.
Other:
-Halomaru refers to himself as being one of the Demon Gods...
RPing Example:
[You know my RPing style XD Mind if I leave this blank? I don't feel like digging right now.]
Preferred Group:
2