Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

He gave a little nod, it must hurt to loss your family. He had lost his mother to sickness and he was now dreading the day when his father went to join her. He didn't get along with his dad but that didn't mean he didn't care about him. Alhar looked down to Sae "I'm sorry for your loss." he said quietly, lossing his mother as a child had killed him inside, he had only been eight at the time. He shook his head, trying to clear it of the dark thoughts "What do you knoe of... Ravenloft. I'm clueless, what even are these places?" he asked, she might be able to answer his questions, he was confused as to how everythign worked here, the mists the 'lords', everything.

[thelyingeyes]

<<He poofed... xDD>>

Ash finally came to her senses and looked back up at Anamerak, glad that they hadn't really had to start moving yet, as she hadn't moved an inch from the moment they had gotten outside. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have let that get to me..." she murmured softly, stepping closer to him. She knew that someone hadn't been quite right in there for him and just hoped that things would get better now that they were outside.

[Azure23]

.:Sae:.

"Ravenloft?" She looked at him confused. She never really thought about Ravenloft as nothing but home. "There are several different lands in Ravenloft. There are several different lands in Ravenloft, and all are wicked and dangerous. Barovia, Azeroth, The Caves of the Unliving, Dalamore, Himmanther, Noray, The Wastes, and The Dragon Isles are to name a few." She said, praising The Dark One for memory. Atleast the Assassin Order helped her geography skills. "Dalamore, the place we are heading, is a dead land. Hardly anything grows and what few villages make it here are constantly ravaged by Dark Elves." She looked at him, and shrugged. "Hopefully, we can just hop in there, grab the Wizard, and get out of there before something happens."

(Actually they are moving. >,<)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Alhar nodded, he had never really thought about the possobilty of other worlds or how different they could be, he had called an old professer of his insane for believing there could be... he owed that man an apology "It's strange, our two worlds are very different but in many ways the same." he said, a far off look coming into his eye as the thought of how much this place haunted him of is home, a ghostly image; always there but to far to reach. He shook his head to snap into reality.

[thelyingeyes]

<<Ugh... Fml>>

[Azure23]

.:Sae:.
Sae looked at him sympathetically. He seemed homesick. "What is your home like? Is it pretty?" She asked, wishing she could somehow make him happy again. She smiled up at him and gently squeezed his hand.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Alhar opened his mouth for a moment then closed it, he wasn't quiet sure what to say about his home. Like her he had only ever though about it as home. "Well... the world I come from is much different from here: When I was there last, many people had made allies and almost all evil has been wipped form the land. Many people are able to feel safe for the first time in hundreds of years. There are elves and dwarves... even Dragonkin and Sulents." he said looking down at her and giving her a little smile and Dragonkin. He thought for a moment, here dragonkin seemed to be accepted as though they were normal humans "In my home though the Dragonkin are ruled by the tirants of their kind that make up plently of stupid laws. In my world every dragonkin thinks only of themselves and nothing more." he looked back to her "That's how I know this world is only a reflection of mine." he gave her a smile, he would never let anyone harm her, as long as she wanted him around.

[LittleStarWolf]

.:Elf:.
Name:
Ishara Msitu (Is Haa - Mist tu)
http://api.ning.com/files/1zGaVI4Br9VgxLZke5iP5fjeWKK2RNF5ttVIIIYQgIet7nbKAXhbxeY4Q-Qj*a9VBm9ldMyPCaHRQOWbMDId-quq621zV0KJ/ForestElf.jpg (Picture too big)
Sub Race:
Straggler
Class:
Seeker
Gender:
Female
Age:
22
Love Interest:
none yet, but opened if she will let you.
Weapons:
Bow and arrows (handmade). Knife hooked to her leg and one hooked to opposite arm.
Personality:
lonely dependent on self. prefers to keep to self and hide in the woods that is her home. big on protecting the woods, her place, her protector. at times it seems she is worshipping the forest itself.
History:
Lost in the woods as a young child. Does not know her history so doesn't remember it (will post something once I figure out exactly what I want it to be)
Strenghts:
Good with bow
Secrecy
agile
Magic with nature
Weaknesses:
Fishing
Communication with others
Other magics
Fears:
Large spiders (or any spider but she can deal with small ones or will go around the big ones but if one gets on her she freaks out)
Fire (does not go running screaming but still she doesn't like it one bit)
RPing Example:
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=28&t=469188 I guess this would be an example seeing as I have written in it. just go to page seven (last page). I'm the one with the green writing.
Proffered Group:
1

(Already got accepted. If anyone is on, I'm on and off all day long so if you want to rp, just pm me.)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Accepted, time to update the front page. My post is up above ^ ))

[LittleStarWolf]

Ishara Msitu

Crouching low in the mud, handmade bow in hand, Ishara awaited for the forest's silence to be broken. She need not wait long for soon a call was heard. A call not of human voice but of a wild beast, a wild pig to be exact. Its grunt was a piercing sound to her ears after hearing no noise for a good time. Yet her waiting wasn't done. She must be patient, she reminded herself, if she wished to catch the male pig with the huge tusks. The longer the tusks, the more healthy the pig was and more grown, meaning a larger meal for her. Ishara's short straggling brown hair swept across her face, sticking to the sweat that already coated it. She wished to blow her hair out of the way but she didn't. A smile almost touched her face as the grunting boar or pig came into view. It lowed its head towards the water Ishara was standing over. As it took a sip of water, a breeze came by, rustling the feathers on her bow and her arm ornaments. The boar looked up for a second, not startled but curious. It could see her but she blended in with the color of the forest and her smell was that of dirt and mud. Nothing gave her away, not even her feathers which could easily be explained as leaves rustling in a tree. With a knife in her hand already, which rested upon a rock in the water, and not but a mere two foot or less from the boar, Ishara continued to wait. Her moment had come, she thought as once more the boar took a sip of water. Moving extremely quick, she shortened the distance between the boar and herself. Lifting the knife before the boar even lifted its head, Ishara struck the boar in the neck, burring the knife as deep as she could. The boar was stuck due to the knife and could not move. It was dying though, yet still in pain, as it let out its final cry. She pulled the knife out and struck again at the boar, this time finishing it off completely, as she cut into its heart.