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Name: Rosalinda Retalia Bleu
Sub Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Looks about 17-18 but is really only 16
Love Interest: None Yet
Class: Rogue Assassin
Weapons: A sword with a hilt made of pure silver and rubies laid into it, and a blade made of an elven material that is practically indestructible and has the look of silver. She has daggers made of the same materials. There is also the bow and arrow she carries on her back. The arrows are made from an oak like material and bow is the same. The string is made of immortal horse hair.
Personality: Rose has always had what seemed like a cheery personality at first. When you first meet her she is all sweet and nice. Not the same when you get to know her. Rose, when you get to know her, is a very hostile being. She will try and attack if you don't explain yourself to her in about two minutes. Rose, unlike other rogues, has always wanted someone to love and cherish her and that is what makes her who she is. She is hostile because she wants to protect herself from anyone unwanted or evil. When she finds her true love maybe she will change her ways but it might be to late to change her once you find her.
History: Everyone always wanted to be Rose Bleu or be with her. Rose turned every single one of them down. Her family despised of her because she was to get married to some stuck up royal dumba**, and she turned him down at the wedding. Her family abandoned her at a cabin in the woods after they went for an outing. She was inside looking around and they ran off without her leaving her there at 12 years of age. She found someone who had a favor to ask of her. That person asked her to kill off his fiance because there was someone else he loved. She accepted the offer and went off. She got to her destination and couldn't do it, she was to good to do this. So she turned back and went to the guy and killed him off. That was at 14. Rose trained hard and long until she was sixteen and then went off on her own and here she is now, not wanting to be here, but she is alive and well and will most likely always be.
Strenghts: She has a strong heart, so she does not feel remorse after killing someone
She knows how to survive, put her in any situation, she's got it
A great hand at sword fighting and bow hunting.
A cloak that is a deep purple is always around her shoulders, keeping herself secure, is what she calls it
Weaknesses: Not so good with the throwing of knives
The cloak, a great security to her but it makes her pop out in the most peculiar of situations
She will try to reason, to not fight, that may get her hurt or even killed
When she doesn't have her cloak, she is wearing a great amount of white, her favorite color, but it does not cover her entire body which leaves her vulnerable.
Fears: Afraid of losing the one she loves or friends
Afraid of Spiders and Snakes
Is absolutely terrified of birds
Other: She won't kill if she doesn't have to.
RPing Example:It was about 10 at night when Demitri snuck out of the house. She made her way through the woods and then the grassy meadow she had always met Boston in when they were kids. "It really hasn't changed much." She muttered to her self. She sat down after spreading a brown, white and blue plaid blanket with some snacks. She leaned back and layed down looking at the stars. She reached over to grab a grape when, suddenly, a hand, or rather a clawed hand, stopped hers and took a grape. Demitri got up inhumanly fast and backed away not being able to see the persons face. "Who are you?!" She said in a sort of panicked voice. The person only laughed. Wait....I know that laugh. She thought then spoke. "Boston? Is that you?" She asked in a calmer voice. The person stepped over the blanket to her. Demitri then saw the face of a demon, not one of the nasty ugly ones but a familiar one... One she had spent her life with. "Boston! Oh my..." Was all she could say before she turned. Her face had become one of a fallen angel, black eyes, pale skin, black wings. "Demitri, I couldn't last one more moment without seeing you." He wrapped his arms around Demitri and they stood there and hugged for a bit,while she was trying to get away, then let go. For awhile they just argued. Boston smiled at her then all of the sudden took her into his arms and started kissing her. Demitri started to freak out. He let go of her and she smacked him. "What the hell was that Boston?!" She screamed at him. "A kiss, ever had one?" He said rhetorically. She went to say something then started packing up. "I am going home. Do not follow me." Was all she said before she was gone.(Its a part from a book I am writing but it is told in third person which is what I roleplay as.Oh and there are two people in it.)
.:Elf:. Name: Regan Rachelle Black
Sub Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 17 but looks older....
Love Interest: None Yet
Class: Paladin
Weapons: A long bow made out of an white oak tree. The arrows are the same with feathers of a eagle, a sign of wisdom, on them. The string is again made of immortal horse hair and he is the only one who can string it. He also has a dart gun with knock out potion stuff on the darts. They will NOT kill you.
Description: His outfit is as it looks, leather jacket thing with a regular shirt thing on the bottom layer. His pants are well pants. They are a kind of leather, but it is soft.
Personality: He is calm most of the time but when angered is a ticking time bomb. Love is one of his least interests, but he wouldn't mind having someone. Mostly he is a pretty level headed guy with some nicks in his personality. WARNING: If angered stay back he will try and kill you with no remorse. His hearing is amazing and can hear someone sneaking up on him unless he isn't paying attention.
History: From the time he was a baby he was an orphan. His parents left him on the front doorstep of an orphanage and he was raised there til he ran away at the age of 12. His life in Mystic was pretty terrible. He lived on the streets, begged for food and always had trouble finding a warm place to sleep for the night. Thats when he trained for being a Paladin. He trained long and hard until he was seventeen years of age then went to find work in another city. He was pretty happy when he arrived here because it was a new start and nobody knew him.
Strengths: Amazing with the bow and arrow and can hit almost anything.
His youthfulness helps him with high energy jobs
He wears a black cloak that is impenetrable
Weaknesses: Cannot fight with a sword worth crap
His right shoulder was badly injured in a fight, his weak spot
A black cloak against the crowd could be an advantage if he were going to a funeral but he normally sticks out like a sore thumb.
Fears: Ever meeting his family again
Ever having to go back home
Afraid of having to kill a close friend because of betrayal
Other: Nope, just remember his anger problem
RPing Example: Same as Rosalinda's
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