Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen smiled "It's a pleasure to meet you." she said with a little smile, she wasn't a mean or cruel person. Many people thought of gypsies as evil, the followers of the devil but her clan at least were kind, they were just as nice as you might find village people being. She looked back at the others, she had to wonder what Ash had been talking about, but the conversation would probably steer in that direction on it's own. She continoued to here that cackling in her head, she gritted her teeth, try to get it to leave.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia looked up at the sound of Leviere's voice. He was actually thinking about helping her escape him?... "... I don't think that will work..." She said quietly, looking at the invisible wall before her. She reached up, attempting to take her saf rom the ground, but it shocked her again. "I can't even take this out of the ground..." She said, sighing in defeat. At he least, she didn't have to worry about this guy attacking her. He made no sudden advances and seemed rather reserved. It brought back vague memories that she wish she had the knowledge to truly call memories and not hallucinations enduced by her exhaustion.

[thelyingeyes]

Lev moved forward some, pulling her staff up from the ground easily. He twirled it in the air for a moment, rather impressed by the wood. He then held it out in front of him, handing it to her. "Here... I believe this is yours.." he murmured gently. He knew that she was weak and wounded mentally, but he would still help her as best as he could.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia looked upat Leviere in surprise, hesitantly taking her staff from his hands. "Um... T-Thank you..." She said quietly, still kneeling there. She couldn't think of a reason that Leviere would want to help her at all. Mayia had no wealth, no strength. She didn't even have a home to call her own, not to mention a friend. She had nothing now, so what could Leviere possibly want. She looked up at him with that very question in her eyes, wanting desperately to know what was going on.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen looked around at her friends "If you don't mind my asking, what brought you all to this part of the forest." she was interested to see if it was just her spell or something else as well. She heard a strange music behind her and whirled around, she thought she was the only one that heard it, often times she would hear music that no one else or only a couple people could hear. She looked around wildly as she heard it again, a drum beat followed by the rising music of flutes. She planted her feet firmly on the ground but didn't sommon her sword, suddenly a sharp cry split the air, coming form the direction of the camp. Elenwen felt her heart skip and pause as she saw the smoke rise. She froze, open mouthed.

[Azure23]

.:Anamerak:.

The elf watched to two girls curiously, wondering what was going to happen. The seemed...awkward around each other. It probably had to do with whatever Ash had said when she had appeared. He looked at Elenwen suddenly when she asked why they were all here. He had already answered that question and he wondered if she had even been paying attention.

He opened his mouth to say again when he noticed her tense up. Her eyes stared wide at something further off and Anamerak listened his ears flicking slightly. "What is it?" He murmured, a little worridly.

[thelyingeyes]

"Well don't just stand there looking stupid!" Ash snapped, practically pushing Elenwen towards the smoke. She had followed the girl's gaze, catching sight of it and knew that she wanted to go. The only reason she hadn't taken off already to help was because if she didn't get Elenwen to start moving, she didn't know who would, as the stupid guy in the red cloak seemed to have turned to stone and wasn't helping anything.

"I only seek to help you..." Lev murmured, holding his hand out to help her up. He wanted to try and help her get across the river, as she didn't seem to be able to make it alone, and he didn't think whatever was trapping her here crossed the river. She might be able to get free that way, and if not, he could get her back here just fine.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen finally snapped out of her trance, "My, my clan!" she shouted in distress as she saw the smoke rising and the flares of red lighting up the darkening sky. She felt weak, she was never weak, never accept now. She felt her knees buckle and she sat on the ground, in the mud for a moment then struggled back to her feet as the noise of screams met her ears. She tried to quicken her pace but found it hard to hold anything above a walk. She couldn't look up, she was afraid of the sight that would meet her. She could feel tears stinging her cheeks, both from the terrified cries she heard and the smoke that stung at her pupils.

[Sparkly Ninja]

.:Human:.
Name:
Night

Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Love Interest:
None
Class:
Assasin
Weapon:
She's an assassin, she has been trained to use everything as a weapon but her favourite is her knife Sith, which is to glow dully red when it's owner is about to kill or thinking about killing.
Description:
She has bobbed black hair and black eyes. She is short and slim and is very cat-like, moving nonchalantly but ready to leap or doge at a moments notice. She wears all black leather and doesn't do skirts.
Personality:
Night is a brilliant assassin, she can kill a man with a wedge of cheese, scale just about any wall and she is a master of creeping through shadows, but she knows little else. She knows nothing of love and very little of frindship and she has never been shopping or picked flowers. She is a perfect killing machine, but almost inhuman. She doesn't fear death and is proud. She acts cold and laughs at gore and violence but inside she is a bewildered girl who knows nothing else. Night also might be called a coward because she prefers sneaking and back stabbing to outright fighting.
History:
When Night was born an old gypsy woman was consulted to tell her future. She saw little but said that she 'would be a master killer and only a master killer'. Night's father interpreted this as a sign that the only job she would be good at was assassination. So after letting her live with her mother, he gave her to a lord who was known to have his own supply of thieves and assassins and asked that he train her. Night was two. She was trained in the arts of killing and was talented at them. By the time she was 10 she had made a name for herself among the Underground as the youngest assassin to ever live. She eventually left the lord's service and became a shadow in the Underground. And so the future that the gypsy had see came to pass, Night was a master killer and only a master killer.
Strengths:
-She is a dangerous killer
-She has connections in the Underground
-She is strong and fast
-She doesn't get angry easily
Weaknesses:
-She is a dangerous killer
-People dislike, mistrust and hate her
-Although she can lie convincingly, most of the time she is insultingly honest
-She doesn't know anything about some things that are supposedly common knowledge
-She offends people. A lot
Fears:
-Failing
-Being ignorant
-Being buried alive (She had to do this during a training exercise and still has nightmares about it)
Special Ability:
She has a knack for making people angry, with out losing her own cool.
Other:
RPing Example:
Rang has the talent to create illusions, sight, taste, feeling and smell. She has just attacked Rika because she thought she was an intruder. Kyralea and Rika have been talking when Rang walks in on them...

Rang walked in. Today her hair looked blond and came down past her waist. Her eyes were both clearest blue, but whether or not she wanted them this way, or whether old habits die hard wasn't clear. She was holding her hand gently on her arm, if she had a cut that was bleeding, but nothing was visible between her fingers. The corners of her mouth were twitching, which ruined the effect, but other than that her face was a mask of sorrow and shame.

"I'm sorry that I knocked you out." Her voice was a pleasant, but husky after Kyralea's deep melodic voice, which made Rang's sound rough and empty. Rang looked the girl -Rika- over. She was about the same age as Rang, maybe a little younger. She's pretty. was Rang's thought. It surprised her. But She thought ruefully Who am I to decide what's beautiful.

Proffered Group:
Group 1

((I have a male dwarf all written up, but I'm kinda tired....)

[Mayiamaru]

Halomaru was still pretty clueless. In the middle of the scene, he blanked out, staring up at the sky. He didn't care much for the conversation anymore and just kindo f gave up on it. He then felt eyes on him and looked at the girl... Ashley?... Whatever... That would have to do for now. He let out a breath and nodded, knowing how to help a little. He spread his dragon wings and flew over Elenwen, sweeping her into his arms and towards the smoke that rose from the camp. "Just tell me where to land." He saidbefore Elenwen could get angry at him for doing this so abruptly.

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Mayia looked up at Leviere, sensing the sincerity in his voice. Cautiously, she took his hand and got up with minor strain and clutched her staff in her other hand, returning her hands to their original position after she was standing. "... I don't think I can go any farther than here... In the opposite direction, I don't know... I need to find the gypsy who cast the spell... Or I might be trapped here for the rest of my life..." She said, looking at the barrier that she just couldn't seem to go past. That chant... What in the world was it?