The Souls of Egypt (M.o.E. Roleplay **OPEN**)

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((Was I accepted?}}

[Jenn the Psycho]

((Of course you are, anyone with a Mithrellian can join ^-^ @SleepyHollow - I hate when my internet does that -.-' ))

Rae

Rae smiled kindly at the female, seeing the tattoing on her back, he once knew a female with several of the tattoes, a rare sight indeed. "Hello, I am Rae, and who are you?" He asked, then looked at S'Louch'ai for a moment. He then returned his attention to the young female, the dragon tattoo maybe, or that is what it looked like.
He thought back to the female he'd once known, she had been his age and was the 'pet' of the pharoh's main wife, her name had been some exquiset word meaning beautiful rose, and she'd had a dragon that had curled around her upper body with its head on hers and it's snout ending at her forehead. She had also had a snake the curled up her right hind leg and rested its head on her hip, and the other tattoos Rae could not remember, but were also very exquiset and beautiful. He also remebered the color of her eyes, every time he was around, they turned a deep violet shade, and she would stutter slightly.
The memories made him smile, and his eyes flashed a coal black for a moment before returning to their strange blue color as he awaited the female's answer.

[Malevolent]

Fyre

She could feel his eyes on her tattoo's and she turned so that he could not seee them anymore. She smiled slightly and relpied with slight poison on her tongue. "Fyre, and yours?" She took a deep breath in and thought of Vix, how he thought of her tattoos as beautiful things and how she scolded him on his opinion. She now found this scolding childish and rude, although she still hated them and they just brought more attention to her, good and bad, mostly bad.

[Jenn the Psycho]

Rae

Rae narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm sorry, I must not have spoken loud enough, my name is Rae." He said, flicking his tail slightly. His eyes flashed a red color for a moment as he continued to study the young female, "Have you ever known what your tattoos mean?" He asked suddenly, his eyes finally burning into hers.

[RaistlinAgaric]

S'louch'ai

S'louch'ai listened to the others talking, head going back and forth as he listened. For all of his life, he had been alone, and now, in a matter of minutes, he had met two of his kind! S'louch'ai made his way from behind Rae, and sat down between the two. He was curious!

[Malevolent]

Fyre

"My mother used to trace them with her nose and tell me the story, but I only remember tidbits. Most of them are about how the dragon means brave and the birds mean free, but it doesn't seem like they're true." She could feel the cold touch of her mothers nose, and the heat of the night.

[Malevolent]

(Map done :3 its a tad plain, but if you want any icons added i can add them too
viewtopic.php?f=33&t=1097281)

[RaistlinAgaric]

M.o.E. Name: Revenlord

Gender: Male

Age: Young adult

Mate: Open

Crush: Open

Link to M.o.E.: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=1088856

Breif History: Revenlord pawed across the desert, face twisted in thought. The other animals remained hidden from the dark form. The Scion of Wepwawet, the egyptian wolf god of war, was what many called him. Truly, Revenlord thought he held a closer bond to Anubis, the jackal god of the dead. After all, wherever the spectral form went, death seemed to follow close on his heels.

What brought Revenlord to the desert was a mystery to the conscious part of his brain. His subconscious, however, knew exactly why he was going there. A memory. A sentimental memory that should have meant nothing to him. The Pharaoh, Tutankhamen, was laid to rest in the exact area he was going. He padded along, his paws barely sunk into the ground, mostly because of his light weight, though his large paws did attribute to this 'floating' walk. His walking style had always fascinated the young king.

Yes, Revenlord had always been Tutankhamen's favorite pet, though, among the King he had been known as Abasi. Now, however, he had returned to being referred to by his birth name, Revenlord, or Reven for short. However, every know and then, Revenlord would introduce himself as Abasi, mostly for memory's sake.

Now, as he reached the tomb, Revenlord sat down and bowed his head, "You were taken to soon, my lord," He whispered, "I still need your guidance."

Almost as though Osiris and Anubis had taken pity on the Mithrellian, the wind began to blow east, away from the setting sun, and towards the Nile. The scent of another Mithrellian caught his attention and Revenlord began to leave. However, he paused once, sat down in the sand and bowed his head, "My deepest gratitude, My Lord," he whispered, then ran off in the direction of the Nile, still floating like the sands that had been picked up by the wind.

Personality: Revenlord is cautious and quiet. He is more rebellious then meets the eye, but he will willingly follow those that he feels are worthy of him. Revenlord can be arrogant, but often puts on a humble display. He is also a compulsive liar.

Other: Hope you don't mind if I have two going.

[Jenn the Psycho]

Rae

Rae smiled at the young female, "Cunning, bravery, pride, determination, and the drive to prevserve one's self are what the dragon stands for." He said, sitting down and curling his tail around his paws. "I was once told the story of the dragons that roamed the Earth before our time, by a female that had a dragon tattoo that wraped around her upper body and rested it's head on hers, she had been my age, and also always had a snake that was wrapped around her hind leg, resting its head on her hip, but it would bite at me when I asked her about it." He said, his eyes turning a deep violet as he spoke of the female, but then returned to blue as he returned to the present. "I could tell you the stories I know if you care to listen." He offered kindly.

[sumashira]

M.o.E. Name:
Conláed

Gender:
male

Age:
497

Mate:
n / a

Crush:
n / a

Link to M.o.E.:
viewtopic.php?f=53&t=1097902

Brief History:
This handsome fellow was born back near the turn of the millennium; the Eye of Horus became a clear marking to discern him from the rest of his family. Having been born in the heat of summer in the ruins of a shrine to the Egyptian gods, he made it apparent that there was great magic still at work in the world. Unlike many of the other Mithrellians, this one was born was a fire-red mane as though to honor Atum-Ra, the sun god, as well as with a strange fire that emanated from the Eye of Horus along his shoulder and neck. At around one hundred and fifty (150) years of age, his biological parents went their separate ways; though Conláed stayed with his mother for another twenty years, her desire to reserve territory for herself caused her to turn on him, and he went on his way. While most Mithrellians are territorial and aggressive, Conláed goes far above and beyond; when bothered, he will not hesitate to attack anything nearby, be it animate or inanimate. It goes without saying that most of his meals end up well cooked.