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[Benathorn]

(Accepted, I will post your character's information tomorrow and you may begin as you see fit. For now however I must be off to work but will he back tonight. I hope you enjoy the RP and welcome to Eldemore! :3 )

[Kertii.Bell]

{ May Ninala join the Rebellion? Not as Second in Command but as a Warrior. (: }

[Benathorn]

{ May Ninala join the Rebellion? Not as Second in Command but as a Warrior. (: }

[Of course she may. I will post it on the front page for you. ^^]

[Ylva Rane]

‡ Sorina Voras ‡

Sorina chuckled at the dark elf's antics. Talking about the hair, the ears, the skin... basically saying he was different in all aspects, though she wasn't sure if Aden was complaining or just trying to drive away his worries with a bunch of words. He had every right to worry. It only took a quick glance to notice how many eyes were suddenly on Aden. Perhaps, if she were in one their places, she would be doing exactly the same, though it would more with curious interest than suspicion. Dark elves weren't exactly the harbingers of good will, but the presence of one in these times meant something was afoot. Sorina, with her natural inquisitiveness, would immediately want to know what it was. And so she'd stare, and continue to stare, until someone or something told her what was about to be brought upon them all.

She remained silent, listening as Aden grew continuously more serious in his tone. Sorina only just met him, and didn't know him well enough to be too astonished at anything he did, but she was surprised to find that Aden's thoughts were that deep. Deep enough to consider the aspects of the past and legends of old, to wonder about the intentions of both races his blood inherits. "I wonder..." she said, once Aden had finished speaking. "Would you think these things if you weren't a half-blood? I do not think you would, since it is because you were born with a foot in both our worlds that you are able to ponder the tiny intricacies of our realm's history."

Sorina looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling in the blanket of darkness that the night allowed for such contrast. "Take a look, Aden. See the stars? If I had to compare you to anything in this world, I'd say you are the night sky. Only at night are we able to see what lies beyond our reach, and it is because the bright stars stand out against its black background." She fell silent for a bit, continuing to search the sky as she was looking for something specific. "The sun's light is too much during the day. It hides the stars, and we are unable to see them. Pure humans, and pure elves, are the skies of day. One light that outshines another.

"That may sound a little vague to you, though, so I'll try explaining it further. Because you are both human and elf, you can see things in a way the rest of us will probably never be able to. I do not know about the elves, but humans are biased in their ways. We understand concepts and reality in the way we do. Our understandings of our origins, our race, the elven race, and everything that shapes this realm, are limited. In my opinion, we change a little too much in our lifespans, and more often than not those changes spark a series of conflicts, each bloody in its own way. And since we are always changing, we are always fighting. Perhaps that is why elves try so hard to remain steadfast in their traditions and lifestyle, but how am I supposed to know. My knowledge of the elven land is reduced to my books, and by unreliable gossip. You are the first of your kind that I have ever encountered. I, as a human, know nothing of the people who share this realm with my people, and because i don't know them, I am left to spin fables and tales to fill the void. A bunch of lies to satisfy my need for knowledge.

You, on the other hand, are able to witness both sides. You have the capacity to understand both our ways, our traditions, our thoughts, our battles both in internal and external. What I cannot see, because my light is outshining the other, you can. What I cannot feel, you can. And what I cannot begin to understand and know, you can. Your dark-colored sky allows you to witness evrey star that I would miss." Sorina closed her eyes and sighed quietly, remaining so for another few seconds before smiling cheerfully again, returning to her usual upbeat and relaxed self. "I suppose what you can get from all that is that I'm am enormously jealous of you. I wish I could could have at least a little bit of elven blood in my body. Maybe I would be able to understand things I have always wondered about."

[Benathorn]

Δ∂ɛn Ɔяσƨƨ

~.: Aden Cross:. ~ .:Rouge:. ~ .:Male:. ~ .:24:. ~ .:Human/Dark Elf:. ~

Aden listened to the mage with much interest as she spoke. "You sound a lot like Rugin you know? You speak from the heart Sorina, I'll give you that." Truthfully he was astonished at how insightful the young woman was as he kept giving her glances to make sure she wasn't an elf as well "You certainly speak like the elders of my home. Maybe you have a little elf blood in you after all?" He smiled to her with bright teal eyes reflecting in the moonlight like an animal, it was unnerving to some who saw the reflection but he was just simply fascinated that she spoke with such wisdom beyond her age. Arms crossed and standing tall, Aden looked the young woman up and down before turning his gaze to the stars "Being half-elf is more certainly an eye opener and your right. If I was full I would never have wondered such things...honestly I would probably be dead right now if my fate had been any different." A flash from his memories reminded him of why he was here in the first place and the anger he felt when he thought of Rasputin seemed to bring a chill to the air. Ignoring it, he gave her another passing glance and a smile to wash away any unwanted emotion from his face "Also being half means I get to live till I'm about two to three hundred years old. Far too old for a human mate and far too young to be of any interest to a female elf. So, you know, it's give and take." He leveled his hand to express this and narrowed his eyes at the down side of it all "It's a real downer that's for sure but of course Rugin just swats me with his wings and says 'Caw, there are more important things at hand half elf! Caw caw, your such a fool Aden!' Haha." Aden made sure to imitate the birds scratchy voice while rolling his eyes for emphasis "Ah but I'm just kidding with you really. I'm more of a joker/mysterious rouge type of elf. But the fact that you make me sound so great really lifts my spirits. Now about you. You have been asking all the questions but what about you? You certainly seem to know a lot about life and it's many questions but do you ever go out to experience them yourself?" Aden looked to her more serious now but his voice was light "Or does your big bossy dragon object to such things." He eyed Gaenor with mock dislike but still gave Sorina a sideways glance to show he was waiting for an answer.

[The Scribe]

Anastas watched curiously as Alana and the Pavalon king joined together at the table. She listened, somewhat intently, to the spoken words. The girl closed her eyes as she felt the deep magic flow through her, a smile appearing on her face. She opened her eyes at the sound of a new arrival and turned to see who it was. When seeing it was Sorina she nodded and turned back to the ceremony. It was not long before she turned to face Sorina once more, as she realized another had arrived late along with her.

Anastas raised her eyesbrows slightly at the sight of an elf. The second one that day? The knight shook her head at this, wondering why the elves would suddenly been showing themselves, as they had not for several years. She pursed her lips, watching the elf, half listening to what he and Sorina were saying. Once again the girl faced forward and tried to concentrate on the ceremony. The thoughts of the elf remained in the back of her mind and she tried to block them out. The girl did not need to think of that, at least not at the moment.

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Kitayla didn't know what to do. So, she started backing away. Nobody would care if she left, would they? Maybe her father would, but everybody else would just act like she never had been there. Kit stopped beside Tobias and stood beside him. He would notice if I left, she thought as she held his hand. She then started to cough and looked away from Tobias, covering her mouth with her arm.

[Ylva Rane]

((Hey, Bena... is it Hugin or Rugin? I see one on the front page and then another in some of your posts, and I wanted to make sure I was saying it right.))

‡ Sorina Voras ‡

Sorina laughed. "No, I don't think I have a spot of elven blood in me. Both of my parents were human through and through, as far as I know, but I appreciate the compliment. I suppose that not everyone is compared to elven elders." She continued to smile as Aden spoke, glad that he understood her ramblings. Sometimes Sorina could be so confusing that people didn't bother asking her questions, and it might be because they didn't know as much as her. Aden, in her opinion, probably knew more. Even as his attitude changed, Sorina's face remained the same, though she observed his briefly darkened expression with interest. His past was not a pleasing one, apparently. Perhaps more so than hers, though she always undermined the reality of it. She wasn't quite sure how to pinpoint her life, since she never considered it tragic, but also never was content with it. Enough was never enough, she supposed. That was another human quality, and one she felt the elves didn't have. Since they were so ready to remain exactly as they were, with their society the same as always, they were completely satisfied with enough.

Sorina was a little thrown when the conversation suddenly turned to her. In response to Aden's mockery, Gaenor peered down at him, breathing a cloud of smoke in the elf's direction.

"Do not tempt me, little man."

Sorina chuckled and shook her head. "Where are your manners, Gaenor? Smoke is not meant for breathing."

"Bah." Gaenor went on, ignoring her remarks. "Even if I would object, you would not listen anyway."

"The dragon has a point." Sorina said out loud, smiling once again at Aden. "We don't necessarily listen to each other's objections. Even if he has bonded with me, I am in no way his master, nor is he mine. He's just privileged to be my companion." Gaenor puffed out another cloud of smoke and looked away, telling her that it was she who was privileged to ride him. Sorina waved the thought away dismissively with her hand, making no attempts to hide her smirk. "Now, about me." Sorina continued. "Life is so full of questions that it would be impossible to live without experiencing them, so I'm afraid the answer to your question would be a little vague. Is there a specific something you want to know about me, or are you satisfied with, 'Yes, I am alive, and therefore experience life,' as my answer?"

[Snow Eevee]

So freaking joining! I will try and join as soon as possible but i gotta get ready for school soon

Ғσям

~.:Jasper:. ~ .: Pavalon:. ~ .:Male:. ~ .:18:. ~ .:Human:. ~

~ Tнɛ βɛɢιииιиɢ ~

.: Name :.
Jasper Edward Wolfbane
.: Nickname :.
n/a
.: Gender :.
Male
.: Age :.
18
.: Race :.
Human
Kingdom
Pavalon
Rank
Prince of Pavalon
.: Relationship Status :.
Single
.: Sexual Orientation:.
Straight

Δ Ɔσиƨтαит Ɔσмραиισи
.: Mount/Companion :.
Leopard Griffon
.: Name :.
Fernon
.: Gender :.
Female
.: Personality :.
Fernon is a one guy gal. She hates others, humans and elves alike, and her heart is seeminly solely for Jasper. She is fierce and stubborn, listening only to him and often is known as 'The Terror'. Growing up in the palace with Jasper, Fernon has developed a keen eye for trouble, just like her young rider. She loves to terrorize anyone who comes near her by pecking at them or swatting them


~ Cнσσsɛ YѲʋя Ғαтɛ ~

.: Personal History :.
Jasper was born in Pavalon as the Prince, son of King Richard Wolfbane. He was always a bright child, acing all of the work his private tutors assigned him, but he was also a mischievous boy. He was always getting underfoot. When he was five, Jasper was given a Griffin’s egg and when it hatched, he dubbed her Fernon, his partner in crime. Jasper and Fernon grew extremely close and he was thrilled when she was nicknamed ‘The Terror.’ At the age of 11, he almost drowned and it was Fernon who saved him, sealing their bond even more so.
.: Your Greatest Fears :.
He has three main fears. The first, is drowning. Though he won't admit it Jasper never learned to swim because he is petrified of the water. He almost drowned one time and has avoided water ever since. The second, is losing Fernon. He hates to think of her ever dying or being killed. And the third, is becoming King. He doesn't want his dad to die and fears the absolute responsibility that comes with being next in line for the throne.
.: Body Markings :.
None
.: The Inner You :.
Jasper is the confident type, no doubt about it. He can be cocky and arrogant and a notorious flirt at times, much to Fernon’s annoyance. Jasper rarely takes anything serious, preferring to live life with the brighter outlook of ‘what could possibly go wrong?’ He is charming, and enjoys toying with the hearts of women. He hates the thought of responsibility and is always running off. Jasper truly takes life for granted, thinking that since he is Prince of Pavalon he is truly and completely untouchable.
.: Weapon Of Choice :.
Sword
.: Other Info :.
Nada

Ғσям

~.:Rozalita:. ~ .: Pavalon:. ~ .:Female:. ~ .:19:. ~ .:Human:. ~

~ Tнɛ βɛɢιииιиɢ ~

.: Name :.
Rozalita Eloise Correz
.: Nickname :.
Roza
.: Gender :.
Female
.: Age :.
19
.: Race :.
Human
Kingdom
Pavalon
Rank
Second In Command of the Black hand Assassins
.: Relationship Status :.
Single
.: Sexual Orientation:.
Straight

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Δ Ɔσиƨтαит Ɔσмραиισи
.: Mount/Companion :.
A Winged fire Wolf and A white Phoenix
.: Name :.
Flare and Blitz
.: Gender :.
Flare is male, Blitz is female
.: Personality :.
Flare is the quiet type, plain and simple. He is quite reserved and very protective of Roza. Flare is one of the most loyal companions you'll have the pleasure of meeting.


~ Cнσσsɛ YѲʋя Ғαтɛ ~

.: Personal History :.
When Roza was five, her mother died of some unknown disease. Distraught, Roza’s father abandoned her onto the streets and disappeared. Young, alone, and vulnerable, Roza moved around her hometown, searching vainly for food and eating whatever she could get hold of. That is when she met Flare and Blitz, a young winged fire wolf and his phoenix companion. Roza joined forces and the unlikely friends struck out, refusing to be brought down by their dire situation. Roza turned to stealing. Little things at first. A bit of food here, a shirt or pair of pants there. Then it became bigger things, like her bow and arrows. Next, it was trickery. Dressed as a boy, Roza did odd jobs for men, earning money. She did this for several years, until she found the Black Hand Assassins… and her new home.
.: Your Greatest Fears :.
Roza isn’t afraid of much. She is petrified of dying though, or going to jail. She is more scared of losing Flare and Blitz though. She is also afraid of falling in love.
.: Body Markings :.
A tattoo of a black rose on her right hip
.: The Inner You :.
Roza is stubborn, and it is her stubbornness that truly defines who she is as a person. In fact, Roza honestly just likes to annoy the heck out of people sometimes by arguing about the simplest things. She can be a notorious flirt when she wants to be, though she is never this way on a job. When on a job, she is very serious and almost, but not quite, agreeable. She is a feisty, hot-headed girl who isn’t the best at following orders if there is some way she can get around them. If she can’t, then likely she will either just turn her back or grudgingly obey. Despite her flaws, Roza is a truly loyal and devoted friend who will be with you to the end. When Roza believes in something, she is very passionate about it and isn’t one for quitting. She is a bright and friendly person at the best of times. However, Roza has her moments. She has been diagnoses multiple times over as ‘clinically insane’. She suffers from long bouts of depression and has tried taking her life several times over. It is mainly because she is clairvoyant that she is thought to be insane. When Roza is in a mood, she becomes snappish and disagreeable and ultimately, rude. She can be extremely scathing and hurtful when she isn’t in a good mood and has a very sharp tongue.

.: Weapon Of Choice :.
Bow and arrow
.: Other Info :.
nada

[SpartanAmethyst]

Tobias had been lost in his own thoughts when Kitayla came back to him. The knight looked down and smiled, gladly taking the princess' hand. "Are you alright?" He asked when she began to cough, pulling her closer.