Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Azure23]

.:Sae:.

Pity squeezed at her heart when she saw the anguish in his eyes. She looked away, her eyes closed. For a few moments, she remembered another time, another person who also shared that same anguished look. She looked back at him and reached a hand across to touch his in reasurrance. "Talking like that definately won't make you a good king." She murmured softly almost kindly. "You need..confidence. And you won't be doing it alone. You'll have advisors, friends. And it will all come naturally over time." She said, her eyes focused on his. She returned her hand back to her side of the table. She gaze a small laugh. "Who knows, maybe this little adventure will help." She nodded to the stairs were the rest of his group was. "You already are a leader." She pointed out.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Alhar followed her gaze but shook his head "No, I can't lead a group, no matter how small. I'm not cut out for being a leader no matter how much my Father tries or anyone else." He turned back to her and gave a little smile "Thank y-" he was cut off. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of silver feathers as a swan took off. He swore he could see it make almost a smile. Alhar quickly got to his feet, sending the chair rocketing back into the wall. He rushed out the front door, nearly banging his head on the arch but when he got outside he saw the swan curcil and fly off. He sadly looked after it and realized why she had been here. He shook his head, stupid bird, she never got anything right.

[Azure23]

.:Sae:.

Sae jumped when the man jumped out of his chair and ran to the door. He seemed to be watching something. Sae slowly stood and walked up beside him. "What was it?" She asked curiously, her arms folded across her chest.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

"Nothing I guess," Alhar said, waving his hand to dismiss the thought. The stupid swan, he dared to look at Sae as he walked back inside. Nothing. Feathers had been wrong, he grumbled about the bird brained girl as he walked back inside. He went to retrieve his chair and sat back down at the table, looking at his plate as though nothing had happened. Feathers was wrong, like she had been a million times before, he didn't need anyone else anyway. He watched Sae come back in, he felt something glimmer inside him, but he crushed it back down. She was an assassin and even from another world, he was being an idiot.

[ButterflyHandcuff]

.:Elf:.
Name:
Acadia Lockheart

Sub Race:
High Elf
Gender:
Male
Age:
20
Love Interest:
I'm sure Acadia will have many, he's just that ype of guy.
Class:
Seekers
Weapons:
Acadia doesn't really have one go-to weapon, he'll take whatever he can get. He prefers some sort of blade, but he is not picky.
Description
Acadia has fair, blonde hair and bright, icey blue eyes. His hair is longish, but not outragously. His eyes glitsen like stars, his smiles beautiful and ment for savoring. Moderately pale skin, since he doesn't see much of the sun. Tall and lanky, a bit awkward in his movements. Large hands, making him look a bit odd.
Personality:
Acadia is funny and sarcastic, always making those around him laugh. He loves to hear familar chuckles and giggles, it's just a nice atmosphere to be around. He is charming and charasmatic, people seem drawn to him right away, though he does not know why. Maybe it's the fact that he could charm the bark off a tree, or make you laugh until you're hugging your sides in agony, but either way he enjoys this and wouldn't want it any different. He is a total lady's man, always stealing the hearts of the women around him. Unfortuatnly, though, he is also a heart-breaker, going through girl quickly and ending relationships poorly. He honestly doesn't mean to do this, it just sort of happens, most people can't keep up with such a character. It's not that he's odd or erratic, he is just so impatient and busy that most people lose interest in him, or vise versa. Acadia is also a little childish, but in a good way, others have told him that it's endearing. He doesn't take much seriously, which can be refreashing to certian people. Fiercly protective of his loved ones, but of course, he doesn't have too many of those. Since he came to this barren land, he has lost all his friends and family. Some would say that Acadia is arrogant and selfish, while others would say that he is self-assured and confident, but either way he knows what he's doing. He is hyper-aware of his apparent good looks, almost to the point of arrogance, but at times he can be modest. Over-all, a care-free and kind guy, but with many things underneath the surface.
History:
Acadia lived a fairly normal life, nothing unusal. He lived with his mother, for his father had left the both of them right after he was born, and ever sicne things have been okay. His mother is a very, very devoted Christan, while Acadia is a die-hard Atheist, which caused lots of conflict withen their small, two-person family. Oddly enough, Acadia has no other realitives beside his mother, honestly they were the only ones that carried his bloodline, which might be a bit odd in some cases. When he arrived here, he couldn't believe his eyes, everything was stunning. How sick is it to say that he was excited? He thought that it was too amazing to be true, all of the sights and sounds were incredible. But, the more he found out, the more he realized that this place was more like hell on Earth. Only, it wasn't on Earth.
Strenghts:
Getting people to see his side of the story, bascially speaking to others.
Swimming, he is a damn good swimmer.
Singing, he has a voice like an angel, and if you ask nicely maybe he'll sing you a tune.
Pick-pocketing, he is amazing at that. It's an aquired skill.
Weaknesses:
Anything that has to do with fighting, he's just to peaceful for any violence.
Staying in a relationship, he's all over the place with that.
Keeping his mouth shut when it needs to be, he doesn't think before he speaks.
He doesn't like authority, at all.
Fears:
Being alone, he hates having to be by himself. If he's alone, he might just pick up the knife again.
Drowning, even if he is a fantastic swimmer. The thought is repulsive.
Not having a voice.
Himself.
Other:
Acadia use to self-mutalate. He is three-weeks clean, but it's getting harder...
RPing Example:

Josh examined Amelia's eyes breifely, just to see what could be going on in that head of her's. Was she still mad, or had she gotten over her little bout of anger. When he saw the practical giddyness in those large an innocent eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. What in the world made her look like she was about to explode with excitement? All he did was get up and sit back down, what in that span of time made her emotions do a complete and utter 180? He thought over his actions, wondering which one had caused such an expression so quickly. After a moment of thinking, he came to the conclusion that it must have been the way he winced when he felt the pain in his side, the way he cursed and squeezed his eyes shurt when the stab of agnoy ribbed through him. How...how sadistic. Hos increidbley inhuman. Who the hell finds joy in pain and discomfert? His eyes reflected his confusion as he examined her once more, thing time as if she were a threat to him. He wouldn't dare try to attack her, but man was he pissed that she seemed to be so cold-hearted. Maybe, just maybe, he might try to fix that, let her see the light of what is good and what should be surpressed. Despite her clear hate for anything happy, he was all the more transfixed by her. A pretty face covering the personality of a murderer? Who wouldn't want to read that? Josh flicked his tail, then wrapped it around his waist, looking down at the odd appendage that he was forced to bare. Oh, how he hated it. He hated how it chained him to this place, made him too much of a freak to ever go back. And his ears, how they flickered and twitched with every sound, making him look like a spaz. Would he ever get used to being a freak?

Josh listened as the girl spoke, his left ear flickering towards her voice. She had a very plesnet voice, he found her accent to be oddly soothing and very interesting. He wasn't sure what to call her accent, what nationality it was. French, perhapes? Either way, he wished she would talk more, but in a more plesent tone. Did she have to be so bitter? being the man he was, he would try to take that bitter sound out of her voice, maybe replace it with a slightly more content noise. He noticed how she didn't answer his question, which made him a little hesitent to answer her's. He looked down and played with the zipper on his hoodie, zipping and un-zipping it several times before he looked up and shook his head. Closing his eyes, he said,"No, I don't wnat you to do anything about what happened. I can take care of it myself, Miss." He kept his eyes closed, not really wanting to witness her angrey expression. He rested his chin on his palm, his elbow on his knees. Deciding to brave a glance, he looked up at Amelia through his dark eyelashes, his oddly grey eyes curious and a bit sheepish.
Proffered Group:
Group 2

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Accepted! Time to up date the front page.... again.... I might start Elenwen off again soon.))

[ButterflyHandcuff]

((Thank you! Ahaha, aww, I'm sorry that my being here brings more work X3~! Where may I begin? Are there any free Charries that Acadia can stumble upon?))

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((It's not that bad, I had to update it anyway XD. Elenwen is probably wandering the woods somewhere near her burned camp and everyone else is at the inn.))

[Azure23]

.:Sae:.

She shrugged and nodded, slowly walking back to the table. She sat down, watching him closely. Her eyes flicked away and she looked towards a window. She wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head. Whatever feelings she had for him evaporated like water in the afternoon heat. Her crimson wings fluttered and she looked back at him, her crimson eyes back to being emotionless. "I am ready to leave whenever you are." She drew on of her blades and tested its edge before proceeding to do so on the other one. She noticed her reflection, emotion less and cold and frowned slightly.

[ButterflyHandcuff]

((I'll have Acadia bump into Elenwen, since he's a creeper like that X3))

Acadia walked through the dark and uncomfertabely quiet forest with a stupid grin on his face, his hands behind his back. He wouldn't dare look at the prize until he was sure that it was safe, until he knew that the classic brawns over brains elf he had just hustled didn't know that he had done just that. Acadia was definately a tricky guy, and he simply loved being that way. Acadia had engaged the man in a game of cards, then purposely lost most of the games, saying that he was terrible and had no experiance in the game. The man became cocky and started to bid higher and higher, and that's when Acadia launched his attack. He won the game easily, and since the man ran out of money, he had to give him something of equal value. The man had put it in a bag, and Acadia didn't even bother looking at it until he was out of that old pub, and as soon as he was far enough he'd check it out. As he went deeper into the forest, Acadia finally couldn't wait anymore and he took the bag from behind him. "Oooooh, I can't wait to see what it is!" He said to himself excitedly, opening the burlap sack. Reaching his hand in, he suddenly shouted in surprise and pulled his large hand back out. He yelped in shock and looked at his hand, which was now covered in blood. What the? He dumped the bag onto the floor and found that the man had put a cactus in the bag, a big one at that. Acadia opened his mouth in shock, then cursed loudly, throwing the sack down and looking at his hand. It was still bleeding, and rather terribely. Grumbling to himself, Acadia left the items, when he saw a girl standing on her own. This made him halt to a stop, his eyes widening as he tilted his head. Oops, she must have heard that. He smiled sheepishly and asked,"Miss, what are you doing out here? It's a bit dangerous." He tilted his head slightly, hoping the girl would reply, his eyes examining her's. His hand was still bleeding, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He was used to it.