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[Rayen]

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[Versa_Mythology]

Name: Dreamsnare
Gender: Female
Age: 18 ("Human Years")
Personality: Dreamsnare is very sweet when she can trust you. She tends to be left alone alot, so her mood never realy turns bright. She hates showing PDA (Public Display of Affection), and is usually never around anyone unless she chooses to. She is shy and very formal, but is extremely smart and very good at fighting. She's protective when it comes to herself and close people but otherwise she's fierce in battle. (Will fix soon xD)
Appearance: Dreamsnare has long blonde hair that stops at her chest with black underneath. She has perfect yellow curls that start at her earlobes to her chest, which is mid-exposed by her Roman-worrior outfit she'd obtaned from years and years of fighting. She always has a rope tied to her "belt" and has a whip close. Her long red cape drapes behind her with ease. Her eyes are a shinny green, a very bright color, and a black feather is tied into her hair, by a single lock. Her ears are perfectly long and pointed, and her nose is of elegent size. As for her skin, it is perfectly tanned. She has a nose-ring of a silver hoop, a lip ring and a lip ring (In modern time...)
Bio: Born in the outskirts of Aenar, Dreamsnare never had a rel family. Abandoned as a baby, because her mother had seen the strange, long black spikes that usually emerged from her spine when she got extremely mad or impatient, and had left her at a stranger's doorstep. Her Foster mother, Denali, had taken her in without question and bestowed her with a necklace of finest lace with the large, long black feather, which beheld the glowing-green Temple symbols upon it. She grew up as a good girl would, never thinking of boys or anything that kept her from her war-training. She grew up with many good qualities, to learn and be a perfect warrior for the city of Aenar. She moved away from her family after her 18th Summer, and grew up to live the rest of her life. She still has scars from her fights form long ago.

(HAd my Username changed xD. I WAS AliceHumanSacrifice lol)

[Rayen]

((Okay! RP first post: viewtopic.php?f=39&t=90691&start=100#p3552176

I'll change your username on the main page!))

[Versa_Mythology]

(*_Dreamsnare_*)

"Dreamsnare," Denali sighed heavily, watching her 'daughter' practice with Derakk, her brother."You two, behave like two Adults...not meesly hildren," she rolled her eyes and turned. Dreamsnare smirked and jumped forward, in a pounce, her whip ready as she swung her rope. She watched it as it spun around Derakk's ankle, tripping him. She laughed softly, and got up. "Hey, no fair! You can't do that!" Derakk bellowed as he stood, untying the rope from around his ankles. "Oh, But it is. All warriors must have weapons in battle," Dreamsnare smirked a(n) Cynical look and turned. "I must go," she added sheepishly, yet sternly, as she swung into a tree and disapeared

The female easily slipped into the room Elanor had fainted in. She'd done this many times before. "Elanor...?" She asked softly, and moved swiftly until crouched beside her friend's body, as she checked Elanor's pulse and picked her up. "Sorrey, M'Lord..." she muttered and turned, swiftly running out of the room not as to be disgraced. She sighed softly and started to walk slowly down the hall, Elanor bundled in her arms as she went straiht down the hall to find the Healer. "Elanor, can you hear me?" she asked softly, hoping Elanor would be oke soon enough.

[Shiko Hayashi]

:II Name II:
Silent Rouge
:II Age II:
Unknown
:II Personality II:
Silent is treated worse than a dog around elves. No one knows why, but whenever somebody passes him they curse, spit, and throw hard objects at him. Yet he remains silent, never crying out and never flinching away. His eyes hold deep intelligence and kindness. He remains calm and cool even when he's being threatened with his life. He's quick, agile, lithe, graceful, strong, and just the perfect soldier.
:II History II:
No one knows, and no one cares. All they know is that his mother was a rouge and an outlaw and she was killed for her crimes. No one knows of his father. He never speaks of him. In fact, no one has ever heard Silent speak. They found him when he was but a child, waiting on the border of Aenar. No one took him in, but no left him there. He's wandered Aenar city since. The lords and master's constantly try to get him to speak and talk of his father. But he remains ever silent. Some say, he truly is the perfect Ranger.
:II Species II:
Mix bred Elf; Dark Elf and Unknown
:II Occupation II:
He randomly helps the lords and masters when he is asked to. He often helps the Rangers.
:II Looks II:
http://fav.me/dce9le
Credit given to Pink-world


:II INTRO II:

Silent walked among the trees, his eyes straight forward. His face was calm and relaxed and his body moved silently over the leafy grounds. Suddenly, a noise disturbed the air behind him and something sharp and hard smacked into the back of his head. He dropped to all fours, wincing in pain. He moved to feel the back of his head when something else, hard and sharp, rammed into his shoulder blade. He dropped and rolled onto his back and came face to face with two dark elf boys. "Little whelp ain't got no father. Little whelp ain't got no mother." One boy sneered. "Little whelp just a tool under our feet." The other elf boy laughed. Silent just stared at them. One of the elf boy's kicked him. 'Speak up little whelp!" He growled. Then the other joined in and soon they were kicking his sides. He felt his rib snap and suddenly, so did his control over his own elfen powers. Blue black aura swirled around him and the two boys screamed in terror as the blue and black aura enveloped them. He felt them. Their very essence. how easy it would be to crush them. Just a little pressure and their essence would go out like a flame.... No. Rang a clear and deep voice in his head. Silent froze, the power ebbing away. Slowly, the aura vanished revealing the two boys, frozen with fear. Then, they turned tail and ran. 'We'll get you whelp!" One cried, his voice shaking with fear and adrenaline. Silent sat there, a line of blood rolling down his face and his shoulder blade from the cuts he had received. The power vanished, leaving Silent feeling strangely hollow and empty. He stood up and winced with pain as his head and shoulder blade throbbed with pain. He looked at the objects that had been thrown at him and realized with a start that they were sharp pieces of broken blades.

[Rayen]

''Uhmmm...''

Lights flashed in front of Elanor's eyes. She felt the sorrow and hatred flowing near... so near it felt like she would only have to reach out her hand to touch its source. A blazing blue aura, and two soul-flames, that compared to the sky coloured glow weren't quite that bright. Emotional pain. Loss of control. Then it came back. She felt it all, she felt the physical pain next to it. And the broken emotions. Sorrow... hatred, fear. Nothing you'd wish to sense.

"Elanor, can you hear me?"

Elanor had not to look to know it was Dreamsnare. Not even to listen to her familiar voice. She was tuned in; she felt Dreamsnare's emotions as if they were in her own soul. Mixed, worried. A recent combat. Friendly, only training.

''I'm... My head's gonna explode, or what?'' she muttered, as Healer approached. The elf dressed in white and purple, the colours of Eyenna, Goddess of Health, bit her lower lip. ''We can't do much for her, Dreamsnare. She will have to control the gift.''

Gift? Elanor wanted to laugh out loud, but the headache stopped her. It was a curse. But the Healer was still right. She had to control the... thing inside her. And so she tried. After what seemed an eternity, Elanor's eyes were clearer, and the headache was no more than a memory. What made her heart stop was the suffering elf near. So near... She could still feel one part of her trying to tune in, but she fought back with doubled energy. She didn't want that fate... to be a bowl where others would pour their feelings. She knew they weren't guilty, but she couldn't keep herself from hating her fate.

''Dream, seen anyone out there? Like, two dark elves and a half blood?''

[Shiko Hayashi]

Silent stood up, but his head only throbbed harder. He leaned against a tree and sunk to the ground, wincing with pain as the wound on his shoulder blade rubbed against the bark of the tree, leaving a line of smeared blood. His head continued to throb. But he pushed it away, shivering as he realized what he had almost did. He had almost murdered two young dark elves. His kin. He shivered again. Suddenly, he just wished he could melt into the ground and disappear. As he sat there, older elves passed by him. They cursed and spat at his feet. One threw a sharp stone that caught his elbow. He clenched his teeth and swallowed his yelp of pain as they walked away, laughing. He cradled his now bleeding elbow and, not for the first time, wondered why everyone hated him so. Was it because he had no family? No. He had a father out there, somewhere. Maybe it was because he was half Dark elf, and half something else. Something that was threateningly strong and terrifyingly evil. Something that he had little control over at times when his rage overwhelmed him. His forehead continued to throb and dribble blood. His shoulder numb wit pain, slowly bled. His elbow felt like someone was sticking a too large needle into it. All of this had come from his kin. All because he was different. He lifted his head to the sky and sighed, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Alone. Alone and in Pain. Nothing more than a mere rug beneath the feet of other's.

[Rayen]

((Edited my post))