Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen sighed slumping down against the wall again, she was tired, she just wanted this all to go away. She looked up at Ayra with big innocent eyes, for a moment she squeezed them shut; using every fiber of will in her body to try and drive the spirits back even for a moment. When she opened her eyes again they were a soft smokey gray. This was the first time Elenwen had been able to drive them back in years, it was the first time that sad gray had been seen for a long time. Even if Elenwen would tell someone about her eyes they would ask her what they used ot look like, they had always been gray, it was said among the gyspsies that her eyes had been green until her parents death... among gypsies she was well know for her... problem.
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Will guestered over to one of the guards that had just come in; his second in command. He spoke quickly with the younger warrior and then the young man dashed off. Will turned back to the rest of the group "Well, for friends there is of course the guard, a couple people I grew up with in the orphanage... of course Elenwen and then you guys." he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets, he hated to think about what had happened to all the rest of his friends... it had been terrible. He didn't want it to happen to any of them. "Do you guys have a plan?" he asked, he wasn't much of a plotter on his own, he would meet with the other guards and they would plan something but he always needed help, he wasn't the greatest of leaders.

[Phantom Lilith]

I would like to join Let me work on my form.

[Phantom Lilith]

.: Dragonkin :.
Name:
Ivory Ann Dark
Wings:
Just below her shoulder blades rest an amazing pair of shimmering leather for flight. Hues of blue, greys and ocean greens tie together to create a magnificent wings. But she sees them as quite the opposite. As she sees herself as some what of a monster. She's odd, that way.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Seventeen
Love Interest:
Crush: No....
Class:
Fighter
Weapons:
Ivory uses a clamore looking small, one handed sword. And a small knife/Dagger with a wooden handle. She named her sword Claymore... For a reason. Haha
Description: Rose has a flowing red hair, that flows to her lower back. She's a little pale, which can clash with the rest of her. Her most noticable feature is her striking blue-grey eyes.
Personality:
Rose is quiet most of the time. She remains this way until bothered, or threatened. And by then, you'd better run like mad. She doesn't trust easy, considering her old apartment manager lied to them about the building codes. Now, she lives here, and with a new life. She's some what happy about that, except the fact that it kind of sucks. Either way, she's a nice girl, a valuble alli, but a deadly enemy. Once you get to know her, you can see she hides a lot of her emotion. Like water, she's flowing, mysterious, and "emotionless".
History:
Rose used to have a family and friends. She also used to love... well life. Now, she's not so sure. As a child, she lost both her parents and her only friend in a deadly fire. She almost died herself. It was an apartment building with horrible structure, and protection. It went up in flames, easily and quickly. Now, she's left with a permant reminder; A burn scar just above her right eye.
Strenghts:
She is a suprisingly great fighter, in hand to hand combat. And she's an excellent swords[wo]men. She's a great strategist, allthough it usually doesn't show because she just charges right into things without thinking.
Weaknesses:
She's a horrible fighter when it comes to fire, she is easily distracted which messes with her water power thing, and implusive.
Fears:
Fire... Loosing Freedom forever... Loosing her sanity...
Other:
Not that I can think of.
RPing Example:
Sent over PM
Proffered Group:
Group two, I guess

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Looks good to me! But you would still have to make a guy.))

[Derelict Draught]

((So has Raella completely abandoned us?))

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((I'm not sure, I'l send her a PM a little later today.))

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[center].: Dragonkin :.
Name:
Danielle Marie Sharpe

Wings:
Her wings are big, about 2/3 the size of her body. They are a bright aqua blue color, although the ridges are a more pale, almost white, blue that glisten in the proper lightning.
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Love Interest:
(Crush: Impress Her
Together: Win Her Heart
Married: Hold Her Heart So Well She Says Yes)
Class:
Alchemist
Weapons:
6 regular daggers & 6 (killing) poison tipped daggers Looks Like This
Her sword Looks like this
Bow and arrows Looks like this
Her Hands and feet.
Anything she can get her hands on, she can turn into a weapon.
Her Powers (Duh!!)
Knife (Stolen From An Assassin) Knife Gloves (She can make them appear and dissapear on her hands when she needs them)
She can make the size of her reaper change, so it is the size of a dagger when she needs to just carry it, but when she pulls it out, she can make it large, like an actual reaper.Reaper
Personality:
She is very outgoing and has spunk. If she wants something she goes for it, and she is not afraid of fighting or bloodshed. She has an attitude, and does not like being told what to do. She is considered a rulebreaker, but only if the rule is something she doesn't like, which they mostly all are and has that "bad girl" image/personality. She can seem sort of hardcore at first but once you get to know her, she is actually very sweet and kind, even to other species. She'll help most people who are hurting, unless she's angry with them or doesn't like them. Don't get me wrong, she always is very confident and defiant in everything she does, thats just who she is. Get her mad and you'll regret it! She is well known for fighting countless people back at home, but always for a reason she thought was good enough and she has never, EVER lost a fight yet.
History:
She doesnt like talking about it and if you ask, she either 1) Closes into a shell, or 2) Explodes from anger. She was abandoned when she was only 2, yes I said 2, years old, and forced to fend for herself from that tender age. She taught herself everything she needed to know to survive, from stealing, to killing, to fighting, to using her power, to so on and so forth. She was taken here, to Ravenloft, when whe was 14, and thus learned also how to live down here. She will give you no further descriptions, period, its shocking that she allowed this much to be shared.
Strenghts:
Hand on Hand Combat
Weapon Combat
Very Stealthy, Sneaky, & Agility
Creative
Can hide her emotions well
Can read others emotions, no matter how well they try to hide them
Fast & Strong
VERY Clever, Cunning & Extremely Intellegent
Weaknesses:
Prideful
Slow to trust, even though she acts like she trusts you soon after she meets you, she really doesnt
Doesn't like to kill, but will if she has to. Prefers to just severely injure.
Jealousy (mainly towards ranking, rarely towards love)
She tends to be just a tad bit Prideful
Her hardheaded, stubbornness.
She doesn't know what love it, she's never known it nor felt it.
Her past, if anyone even mentions it or asks about it, her emotionally pained emotions show.
Fears:
Something bad happening to her wings
Finally giving her heart to the first guy ever in her life, then having it shattered
Losing a battle/fight
That she will fail when she needs most to succeed
Her powers and masterness with weapons will one day not be enough to save her life
Other:
(Any other important information?)
RPing Example:
(This is a post I made recently for a different rp, just thought it was good quality and quanity ^^) Logan stood there, at the edge of the tunnels, in Illithid form, silvery blue eyes peeking ever so slightly out from under long, royal blue hair, out at the City. Amcathrin, which was probubly the safest place to be here, in the UnderDark, though there wasn't a single place in that city that was safe. Yet still, it was safer there then in the tunnels, where he was now, where he was from, where he lived... Not that he was scared of the Tunnels, he had grown up there, and everyone feared him, whether they were other creatures from the tunnel or creatures from Amcathrin, all feared and respected him. Plain and Simple. He smirked to himself, pushing off of the wall that he had been leaning on, and closed his eyes, breathing calmly, letting his body fully relax. Logan felt the transformation occuring, but why bother to stop it? Its what he wanted, at the moment, to look normal, to look like one of them. It a matter of seconds, he was a tall, white skinned, handsome young man, with dark hair that had streaks of blonde in it, bangs that hung over his eyes, and the most deceptive and cunning, yet breathtakingly handsome, dark blue eyes possible. He lifted his silvery white hood up, over his head, and walked into the city, using one hand to cluth the cloak together from the inside. He felt the sword, dagger, and reaper all swing slightly from his weapon holding belt with every step he took, and didnt bother containing a small smirk. he just passed the guards at the edge of the city without a second glance, he was one of those peple who had that, 'Don't other me' vibes, no matter which form he was in.
Prefered Group:
I'd prefer to be in Group 2 but if it is full, I suppose Group 1 will do. (I prefer Group 2, though, because it would better suit Danielle's personality, Who she is, and Skills.)[center]

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((She needs to have as many Weaknesses as strneghts...))

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(kay, edited it ^^)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((You need to make a male as well...))