Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[thelyingeyes]

<<Omg!!! *Points at picture* It's Alucard!! *Fan girl moment*>>

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.: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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.ragonkin:.
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

((Both accepted!! Let me just link them to the fron page then we can start, everyone has to meet eachother for the begining, I just want everyone to meet to start then I'll come up with some crazy senerioe where they are split into two groups. XD

Lets go!!))

[Mayiamaru]

(It would take a little time for them to meet Halomaru properly XD Since he doesn't use his real name)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((I switched Elenwen and Alhar's groups, I don't think we should have an all girl group... poor Alhar.))

Elenwen darted about the water bank, her feet barely touching the ground. The rivers early morning mists began to drift about her feet. Her red dress swept about her, the white shone against the dark forest behind her. Her braclets and bells jingled with her rythem. She beat her tamborine and danced around the bank, singing loudly but softly. Calling, she didn't know what she was calling or who but she knew she had to. She sang and dance around the bank, her hair flying out behind her like the winds itself.
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Alhar opened his eyes, where was he? All he could rememberd was going down to the docks and mist rolling in, he rememberd the mist calling to him, singing in a strange voice. Then all he knew was blackness. He heard the voice again, singing, closer this time. He heard light music following it. He got to his feet, hand on sword hilt and started towards the noise.

[thelyingeyes]

Ash began to move slowly through the mists, heading towards a voice. Her wings trailed behind her, actually rather limp for once. She wasn't in the mood to hold them up, not with how low her spirits had been lately. She almost appeared to be a doll as she came into the clearing, her eyes falling on the wielder of the voice. She pulled her fans free from where they were at her thighs, easily seen with how short her skirt was. Her stomach was bare as well, as her black top that looked more like bandages only went to the base of her ribs and wrapped down her arms. She stared at the girl, trying to figure out if she was friend or foe.

Lev looked up from where he was beneath a tall tree, his long black hair flowing out around him as he sat there. He sometimes looked like a vampire, even though he very clearly wasn't one. He slowly began to rise, though he couldn't figure out why. He was drawn to the voice, against his will really. He tried to stop, but he just began walking through the mists, heading towards it, wanting to know who the owner of the voice was.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia heard the voice up the banks of the river, humming in a melodic voice as she leaned back against a nearby tree, a tear on her eye. She couldn't help but feel something sad in that song, no matter how bright it was. It was a sweet, quiet version that she tried to keep silent. Mayia loved to sing... The music in her heart following with the sound of the other girl's singing. It was beautiful... Mayia's breath was quiet and weak from the trip of looking for sustainance. She didn't want to go on.

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Halomaru dashed along the plains, following the jingling of bells along the banks. He could hear it from so far away... The jingle of the gentle bells matching that of a cat's bell. It was a threatening sound... but none the less, he had to check it out. Now in the bushes near the water, he peeked out, his four blades sheathed and hung across his back. A girl?... Hmm... She's cute... He thought to himself, a smirk coming across his face as he stood up and stepped out. "Why hello there, cutie." He said in a velvety voice, stepping forth until he was at the edge of the water, balanced and standing perfectly still, his white teeth glistening.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen saw the people but she must finish her charm or it would unravel itself. She danced across the sands, her feet now hidden by the low mist making it look like she floated. She continoued to sing

Come onto yellow sands, and then take hands,
Curtsied when you have and kissed,
The wild waves whist,
Foot and featly here and there and sweet sprites the burden bare.

She spun about, her ribbons and shashes creating a storm of deep red, her bells jingling and her tambarine shaking. She looked about at the ones there and drew herself to her full hight. Her hair shifted in an unseen wind, "I welcome you to Raveloft." she said in a smooth voice.

Elenwen turned to the man who seemed to have adressed her, some what confused "May I help you sir?" she said, tilting her head slightly to one side, most people were afraid of her but what of him?
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Alhar stumbled into the grove to see another person already there, a sulent, a legend where he came from. For a moment he stood in shock but then he collected himself and watched the girl as she finished her dance. There was something off about her, something that sent every bone in his body on edge.

[thelyingeyes]

Ash had her fans out and at the ready, her wings still hanging limp, but she finally straightened up into more of a fighting stance. After a while, though, she decided that they weren't a threat and slid the fans back into their places at her thighs. Her bare toes curled into the dirt, as all she had were black clothes that started on the ball of her feet and wrapped up to her thigh, almost like her top did. She narrowed her gray eyes at the girl and the new guy, who simply seemed like a jerk, wondering if they could help her get out of here.

Lev made it into the clearing just as the song stopped. He paused, knowing that he had a good chance to run, but he was intrigued at that point. He decided to stay, wondering what the girl had been doing, summoning like that.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia turned her head just a bit, the fog clouding her vision. She couldn't see a thing... her senses would have to be her guide for this one. She forced herself to stand, nearly falling into the river before regaining balance. She held in a cough and picked up her staffs, slowly limping forwards and searching for someone... She didn't dare to say a word and hid herself in the bushes.

Three people... A girl that... That looked a bit like herself but with darker hair and clothing. Two boys... One that seemed rather elderly that she didn't recognize and another that sported a red cloak. Crimson Cloak... She heard of him before, but she didn't remember where. She was drawing a blank. Nothing was clear. It was like she was walking her own mind, searching the fog for something that just might save her.

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Halomaru grinned rather lightly and bowed, one arm in front and one behind him. "I am known as Crimson Cloak. It is a pleasure to meet you, M'lady." He said rather flirtatiously, a lopsided grin continuing to play on his lips as he tried to charm the lady. He was still rather interested in that little dance, but he thought that holding off on that question would be wise at the moment. Clearing his throat, he took in a deep breath, his oceanic grin glistening in the dim light through the fog. "May I ask your name in return?" He asked, keeping his tone low and as alluring as he could.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen opened her mouth for a moment but found no words to say. It was one thing when she sang or was to adress more than one person but one on one she wasn't the best conversationalist "Um... my name is Elenwen Elinora." she looked over her shoulder, reasuring herself of the camps locations incase anything went to badly. She clipped her tamborine lightly to her belt. Her hair wrapped around her dispite the fact that no wind moved. Her blues eyes shone, she had been almost every where in Ravenloft and never had she met this man, she was a bit of guard but also curious.
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Alhar looked about and his eyes widened again as yet another Suletn entered the grove. "By the gods." he whispered to himself "My eyes play me tricks or is it that legends come to life." he asked looking around in wonder as he stepped out of the shadows "Angels of earth walking among us. It has been so many years since even one imerged from their forest homes!" he cried with delight

((Sorry a bit hooked on Shakespeare, got a play coming up.))