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N ∆ M Σ: Epona Alis Desmares
N I C K N ∆ M Σ:Epona.
∆ G Σ:Eighteen.
G Σ N D Σ R: Female.
B I R T H D ∆ Y: April tenth.
G R ∆ C Σ: Hunting.
W Σ ∆ P O N S: Epona always carries her weapons on her, whether it's her bow on her back to daggers in her boots, she always has something near. She favors her bow when hunting, but always carries a dagger or a knife of her persons. She can use a sword and keeps one attached to the saddle of her horse but doesn't usually carry it around with her.
D Σ S C R I P T I O N:Epona is five foot eight with a sleek but strong build. She weighs around a hundred and twenty two inches. Her height and strong build have their advantages, she is able to zip through the forest virtually undetected with ease and can take down deer and bear with a few arrows with her bow. She has dark brown hair, almost bark like that allows her to blend with the trees. As all Gracelings do, Epona has two eye colors. Her left is a leaf Green which she usually considers to be like the forest floor and the leaves surrounding it. Her right is a golden orange, which she refers to symbollizing the wolves or the foxes that lurk.
P Σ R S O N ∆ L I T Y: Epona is resourceful, intelligent and silent. Years of hunting has caused her to become these three things. She is an excellent tracker, able to track on any terrain. Her silence usually means she is the spy, and her ability to sink into the shadows helps a great deal. She is an excellent hunter, only ever using two or three arrows to take down her prey, especially the larger ones. She can make her own arrows, either reusing the ones she's killed with or forging new arrowheads in Sinder's armory. She feels most at home in the forest more than anywhere else. She hates being trapped indoors, especially in the castle. Her hunter nature has caused her a friend of the animal kingdom. A stallion, Shadow, to which she rides often and cares for everyday.
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name;; evangeline holly ross.
nickname(s);; eve.
age;; nineteen.
gender;; female.
birth date;; may 4th.
birthplace;; sinder.

eye color;; one deep silver, one bright gold.
hair color;; honey brown.
height;; five feet seven inches.
weight;; one hundred and twenty eight pounds.
build;; small and petite.
alterations;; none.
style;; casual.

likes;; silence, honesty, learning.
dislikes;; suffering, the dark, being alone.
fears;; getting lost.
personality;; honest, untrustworthy, dramatic.
history;; lonely.

mother;; deceased.
father;; malcolm ross.
sisters;; joan elizabeth (21) and poppy rose (13).
brothers;; none.
crushes/lovers;; none.
friends/enemies;; tba.
grace;; lie-detector.

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when eve's parents first noticed their daughter's odd eyes, they tried to hide her. not until she was ten was eve turned into the king. in result for her parents 'treason', her mother lost her life and her father was given a hearty debt to pay. to this day, her father still works to pay off the debt. of course, eve hasn't seen her family since then, so she's learned to forget about them. **major wip**

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||starting tomorrow. We'll be starting when the king calls the six of them to his throne c:

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||starting now c:

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mood;; worried
tagged;; no one
location;; king's court
grace;; running

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Acira was lying in her bed half asleep, trying to remember her dreams from last night. The slivers of memories that were left of them kept on slithering past her reach. She hugged her quilt closer to her small body. It was cold, the fire from last night bunt away to flickering embers. The stone walls only radiated the winter chill. She was snuggling deeper into the folds of the quilt when she heard three quick knocks on the door. "Who is it?" She yelled through a yawn. She threw the blankets off of herself, and almost dived back into bed when the cold hit her head on. "I-It's me m'lady." Her maid stuttered. Acira struggled into a blouse and men's trousers. She knew that girls wearing anything other than dresses was highly frowned upon. But she could care less what the court thought. It was near impossible to run in dresses and skirts without getting them all tangled up and dirty.

Acira strode into the main sitting room where the door into the hall was. She flung open the door and confronted the maid, who was a good five inches taller than herself. "What is it this time?" She knew that she was being a bit rude, but mornings weren't her best time of the day. The maid glanced around, looking anywhere but at Acira's eyes. She knew that they unsettled people, but never understood why. "The king wants to see you." The maid said, looking eager to be done with her. "Just me? Do you know why?" She asked. It was peculiar for the king to send for her so early in the day. Mail errands were usually preformed in the afternoon. The maid shook her head, "That's all he told me m'lady." Acira sighed, but knew that she should get going. The king didn't like waiting. "Thank you. Please inform him that I'll be arriving soon." She shut the door and went back to change. The king also didn't like her dressing so informally in his presence.

After about seven minutes, Acira had picked out a light blue dress and had tied her hair into a long braid. She grabbed a chunk of bread and cheese from the kitchen and stuffed it in her mouth, eating it all quickly. She wasn't hungry right then, but she would be later if she didn't eat then. She pondered over what the king would want with her. But nothing came to mind. She wasn't one of his most important Gracelings. In fact, she considered herself close to the bottom. She grabbed her silver dagger just before leaving and held it gingery with her left hand. She brought it everywhere, just in case. Better safe than sorry. She walked down toward the court, not running. Sure, Acira enjoyed running, but the king's face was the last thing she wanted to see that morning.

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N∆MΣ; epona alis desmares
∆GΣ; eighteen
GR∆CΣ; hunting
WΣ∆PONS; bow and arrow, daggers, sword
HORSΣ; shadow
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Epona and her horse Shadow cantered through the castle gates watching out for the townspeople. She had returned from her morning hunt with a couple of rabbits. Yesterday was her best hunt day. She returned with two deer, and a pheasant. She slowed to a trot as she rode through the most congested part of castle town, before riding into the courtyard. Some of the people smiled, recognizing her, others gave her scowls. She knew that being a Graceling a lot of people wanted to hurt her, kill her even. She did
worry about those who would go to such extremes, but didn't allow her emotions to show. Shrugging their looks off, Epona continued through the congestion before passing the castle guards on her way to the castle.

Dismounting from Shadow in the castle courtyard, one of the kitchen staff approached her and took the rabbits off her hands with a polite thank you. The maids didn't usually talk to her, let alone thank her for bringing the prize hunts home. Nobody really talked to her, except for the maid assigned to her. She was quite obviously fearful of the Graceling's gifts, but was happy to talk to Epona. That is when Epona was ever in the castle grounds. Which wasn't a lot. Sighing, Epona adjusted her black jacket and riding breeches before pulling the reins off of Shadows neck, releasing the girth and leading him away to the stables. Shadow nickered happily as they move out of the crisp, cool air and into the friendly warmth of the stables he lived in.

After taking Shadow's tack off, showering him and grooming him down, Epona filled Shadow's hay shelf and filled the bucket of water for him. As he drank, Epona stroked the silky black coat of his and heard someone approaching. She recognized the soft footing on the scattered hay above the concrete ground; her maid. Turning around with a smile she greeted her 'friend', if you could call her that. "The king requests your presence." Was all the maid had said. Epona replied in confusion. "Now?" Her maid nodded before turning and walking away. Epona was fairly perplexed. The king rarely requested her presence, only to applaud her on her excellent hunting skills at dinner as he ate her prey. Sometimes he would ask how she killed the animal, seeking tips to impress his knights. She noticed that most of the horses weren't in their stalls, and figured they were out training. The knights and herself did get along quite well. She would often train with them, sword fighting with them, showing off her archery. Snapping out of her thoughts, Epona collected her bow and arrow sheath before crossing them over her shoulders and jogging out of the castle stables and into the main building.

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tagged; no one
status; uninjured
mood; curious
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The boy rolled wildly as he dreamt, thrashing about slightly. His brows furrowed, and after a moment, he opened his eyes, taking a deep breath. He sighed, and then sat up, throwing his blanket off of himself. He rolled his shoulders, and then ran a hand through his rich, scruffy brown hair, untamed and wild from the previous night’s unrest. The adolescent slipped his legs out of bed, setting his feet on the cold stone floor of his spacious chamber, before snorting, ruffling his locks. He looked about, then stood, striding over to his window and throwing open the curtains. It was hardly even sunrise yet, and the darkness still loomed as the sun peeked over the horizon. It was close to time to wake up, anyway.

The young man strolled over to his wardrobe, opening it, and quickly chose out a suitable outfit, one fit for his service. He pulled on his boots, and then laced them before throwing some water on his face, splashing away sleep before drying it off with a towel on the side of the stand. He combed his hair back, taming the crazy locks, before standing straight, looking himself over. It made him sick. Every day was the same thing, the same routine. He hated it.

There was a knock on the door, and he looked over. “W-Who is it?” He stammered, and then cursed silently to himself. “It’s only me, sire. His Highness requests your presence immediately.”

This troubled the adolescent. The King wanted him this early? Was there really a situation that caused that much concern? He shook his head, and then nodded. “I’ll be r-right out.” He looked back to the mirror, and sighed, blinking his strange multi-colored eyes before turning to leave. He’d deal with his insecurities later. Much later.

The boy walked out into the hall and down to the court, eyes darting about. He couldn't help but wonder what was on the monarchical figure's mind, and why it required him so early, though it was possible he only needed him briefly for some sort of meeting. Hopefully. He paused as he spotted another of the Gracelings, finally a familiar face this morning. "A-Acria!" He called, then quickly came down the stairs and trotted toward her, waving with a smile.

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mood;; worried
tagged;; Everette
location;; king's court
grace;; running

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Acira walked down the bright lit hallway, daylight streaming in through the grand windows on each side of her. Torches and lanterns lined the walls as well, though they were only lit during the night. Her blue dress swished around her ankles, almost touching the stone floors. Her face was twisted into a grimace of displeasure. Dresses always felt too tight around her chest and made her legs feel naked. The fact that she was going to the king's court also didn't make her feel any better. Acira didn't exactly hate the king. He was neither unfair nor unkind, and she was loyal to him. But sometimes he just got on her nerves.

Acira looked back when someone from further down the hall called her name. Her frown quickly changed into a smile when she saw the messy brown hair. Most people tended to avoid the Gracelings. It was only natural that the Gracelings became close friends. She slowed down and waited for Everette to catch up. "On your way up to the king's court?" She asked. It wasn't really a question - of course he was. That's where he usually worked for the king, acting as a watch dog. "Regular work? Or...?" Acira had thought she had been the only one summoned, but now other possibilities arose. Maybe the king wanted a handful if Gracelings for something. A mission maybe? He had done a few of those in the past, but Acira was never involved in them.

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N∆MΣ; epona alis desmares
∆GΣ; eighteen
GR∆CΣ; hunting
WΣ∆PONS; bow and arrow, daggers, sword
HORSΣ; shadow
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Epona stopped in her tracks as she heard voices in the corridor just in front of her. She recognized them as two of the other Gracelings the King kept. Well, kept was such a strong word. Kidnapped for personal gain would better describe their situation. Honestly, Epona didn't like the King, though she did have some measure of respect for him. He was the only parental figure she could remember while growing up. But there was always that seed of doubt in her mind. Shrugging her thoughts off once again she joined the two in the corridor. "You too, I see?" She sighed. Epona didn't work well with other people, hence the reasons she hunted alone and rode alone. With herself, that was all she had to protect, with others she had to keep an eye out.

"I was hoping this was nothing but a hunting job, but I figure that option has disappeared. " Epona was curious as to why the three of them had been called for. Judging by this fact, Epona could say that all of the King's Gracelings had been called forth to whatever quest the King was sending them on. She adjusted her bow and arrow sheath before sighing heavily. She really didn't like being in the castle. She had a private room which she did use, but she preferred free nature to the security of the castle. The lack of security somehow made her feel more secure. It was confusing, to say the least. So she spent all of her time outside, or a substantial amount of it, at least.

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OOC It seems three people never started posting. If some of them don't come back soon, I'm going to have to quit. Sorry. :c