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1:19pm Feb 9 2013 (last edited on 9:43pm Apr 24 2013)
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Hey, you're probably waiting for a witty statement or some sarcastic remark from Minnie. Well, I'm sorry, but I can't think of one. My brain hurts too much. If you know me or have roleplayed with me before, you might ask 'Y u be gone so long???'. Well, grammatically incorrect elephant child, you probably won't believe what I will say. You probably already don't in the first place. I know you guys probably haven't read it, but I've been writing a book on a site called WattPad. Go look it up, it's under my same username. It might get a bit long, so I suggest you might try reading what I've got so far before you give up on me. It's called Hurricane Book 1 - Tidal Wave. Now, let me give you an introduction to this story.
Welcome to the city of Threite, the capitol of Arrenland. Now isn't the best time for you to visit, though. Our city is at war, at the moment. The light patrons of the north are battling the dark patrons of the south as we speak. It doesn't seem to be improving, though. Only one affair has been recorded between these two factions, but it doesn't seem to be enough to save our country. Quickly, choose a side to save our beautiful civilization! BIO FORMAT Name: Age: Gender: Faction: Role: Personality: Appearance: History: Crush: Other: Name: Robin Carter Age: 17 Gender: Female Faction: Light Faction of the North Role: Second-in-command and spy Personality: Robin may have a fiery attitude at times, but most times she is quiet and kind. She can be forceful and protective, or caring and considerate. Robin is a bit tle="Click to Continue > by InstantSavings" href="#" in_rurl="http://i.trkjmp.com/click?v=VVM6Mjg0NTk6MTg6Ymlwb2xhcjo1YWE2YTk2ODYxZjJkMTY5ODdhYjFkMjc4MjlhNzUzMjp6LTEzNzQtMTM1ODk3Ond3dy5yZXNjcmVhdHUuY29tOjA6MA">bipolar, so watch your step. Appearance: 
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History: Robin was born into a poor family in a small town called Brassum. Her parents had deserted her when the Prime Minister offered them better quarters and better living with no children allowed. The young girl, only eight years old, had been transferred to a nearby orphanage to be taken care of. Only one year later was she was taken to an asylum in Threite for a nervous disorder she had developed. She lived muted for seven years, then was released after her tle="Click to Continue > by InstantSavings" href="#" in_rurl="http://i.trkjmp.com/click?v=VVM6MzMyOTM6OTc3OnByb2JsZW1zOjYzNDUzNDAzNGE0NTlkODU0MWE3ZTE4YTRhYTAzMDE2OnotMTM3NC0xMzU4OTc6d3d3LnJlc2NyZWF0dS5jb206MzI5Mjg6NDllMjE4ZGUyOWQwOTAyYzIxNzI4YWUyMTgzZjE0NmE">problems were cured. After about two months of living on the street she was adopted by someone who favored the Light Faction. There she learned about the Dark Faction's evil deeds, or so to the Light. She discovered that her parents were killed by the Dark, and so her anger blossomed. In one year, she was recruited for war. Crush: None thus far. Other: Nothing that concerns the publicity.
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6:08pm Feb 25 2013 (last edited on 7:53pm Mar 7 2013)
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Name:Aevelia
Age:16 Gender:Female Faction:Dark Faction
Role:She is the black smith she knows black magic.
Personality:She's nice and knows pressure points that will bring pain and will paralyze you
Appearance:She has black hair and purple eyes. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail. She wears black leather shorts a tool belt. She wears a tight black tank top that shows her stomach.She has b black leather vest.
History:She is a high rank black smith she works for the leaders
Crush:If Angel mist joins!Then her charrie
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4:45am Feb 26 2013
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Name: Cade
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Faction: Light Faction of the East
Role: Lead spy/warrior. Their best agent.
Personality: Cade learned the hard way that secrets, even the smallest ones, are worth more than gold. He's very guarded and suspicious and has quiet an easily provoked temper. He absolutely hates when someone insults friends and is intensely loyal. But, due to the circumstances, his usually solitary life has been forced shut and now he has to work with those he doesn't trust. When Cade doesn't trust someone he often glares or glowers at them and assumes a sarcastic manner. He is very sarcastic and watches everyone around him with such venom and malice that they leave him alone.
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History: He grew up on the streets, abandoned by his parents, and the orphanages. For some reason, as a child he never showed the outward interest other children did. He preferred to steal, pick pocketing and breaking into the toughest places. He became known as the 'Thief Lord' amongst the streets, but oddly enough, he never stole from those poorer than him, always the nobles and lady's. As he grew up, he trained in the art of sword and knife fighting and well as stealth.
Cade began to take interest in the city's happenings, organising several of the 'accidents' around the the place. He hired himself to whoever bid the most and always succeeded in his deeds, no matter what the cost. The only thing he didn't do was turn against a friend. The Light Faction of the East is paying him generously for his services at the moment, but that could always change... Cade's loyalties only lie with himself, whoever is paying him and his friends.
Crush: Not at the moment [open]
Other: Nope.
Name: Firen [Fear - en]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Faction: Dark Faction of the North
Role: Leader's son
Personality: Contradictory to common belief, Firen isn't really an evil guy, but he's afraid of disappointing his father. He's a happy soul who generally is easy to get along with and hates anyone to be hurt by his order. Although, if anyone apposes him, he's prone to fits of sudden a volatile rage which often kill witnesses.
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History: Born as the main Dark fractions son caused this happy soul some problems at first, but he soon learned to hide his happiness under a shield of anger, pushing away or killing anyone who knew that he wasn't really the tough guy he pretended to be. He soon grew out of being moody, but there is a rumor going around that is where his residual anger comes from.
Crush: Nope [ask?]
Other: Nope
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5:32pm Feb 26 2013 (last edited on 5:32pm Feb 26 2013)
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((Hail yeah! Your here Wulfey
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8:27pm Feb 26 2013 (last edited on 4:24pm Mar 8 2013)
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Name: Jane Age: 17 Gender: Female Faction: Light Faction Role: Spy and fighter Personality: Jane is extremely quiet and awkward. She doesn't know how to start a conversation and has never said anything since the day she was born. Jane is quite capable of speech, she just choses to be silent. This ended up causing a incapability of talking. This, however, made her the perfect spy. Some people even call her "The Mouse" for being dead silent when on the job. Appearance:
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History: Jane never really had an excited life. Never had a boyfriend, because of never talking, her parents always just treated her like a normal child, and things like that.
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11:41am Mar 3 2013 (last edited on 2:35pm Apr 26 2013)
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Name: Kiera Age: 15 Gender: Female Faction: Light Faction Role: Second best spy, great assassin Personality: Kiera is shy and quiet, well, what you should be when you have a job like hers. she is naturally light footed and lightly built which makes her excel in assassinating. she is probably the youngest fighter, but her bravery must be the strongest. she doesn't mind guts and gore, or being drenched in her victims blood. she only wants peace, but enjoys spying and killing. Appearance:  
Kiera has a deep scar from a knife wound on her forehead, and a scar going down her back. History: she was brought up by her elder brother, John, but he got shot and bled to death in her arms. this was when the war started. now, she wants her revenge. she seeks the blood of others to pay for her brothers. Crush: nnnnnnope. Other: her weapons are hidden wrist blades, two cross blades (as shown in pic) and immediate reflexes.
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5:13pm Mar 7 2013
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(ALL ACCEPTED! I legit thought no one would join, but thank you for proving me wrong! Here's an intro to keep you all happy.) Robin kneeled on the sill of a window, a sharp knife in her fingers. The stars shone in the sky, the exact time the Dark faction would be unguarded in their high times. It took a few minutes, but the girl's eyes eventually adjusted to the lack of light. Hidden in the buildings around her were many of the best spies, professional or not. Robin raised two of her fingers, the rest curled in a fist. She waited for the lights in the Dark faction's outpost to turn off before she made her move. She lowered her hand and leaped silently to the ground, sprinting like a deer into the shadows. Her brow twitched in anticipation, but she forced herself to wait. Robin leaned against the wall, jumping when she heard a click. The door was locked. Creeping over, she reached for the knob. It was engraved with a combination lock, which she opened with ease. She opened the creaking door then motioned for the others to enter.
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7:32pm Mar 7 2013
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Aevelia~
She had her glove on preparing to strike at the metal which was to become the leaders son's sword. She crafted it with skill. Skill of a master fighter and skill of a master blacksmith. Once she had made the metal part she got on with the magic part. On her glove she had a metal stamp on each of her knuckles, they were the marks of dark magic. On the top of the hilt of the sword she smashed her fist into it. But she was not done. She still had to do the true magic. She went over to a heavily locked chest. She pulled out a key that she hid in her shirt and stared at it for a second. She unlocked the chest and scavenged through it. There she found her last vial of Dark Blood and she poured it over the dark mark. She went over to the fire. She took a deep breath she had never done this before. She whispered some dark words and put the jabbed the sword in the fire. In the process she burned her had. She screamed in pain. She stupidly pressed the sword onto her hand and it cut her hand badly. She wrapped it up crying. She had to give this sword as a gift. The gift was for no reason. She went back to the chest and got a ring that would fit the hilt. She fixed it to where it would never break off. She had her blood on the sword it had seeped in to the magic. She hadn't noticed though. Now she would be connected to the wielder of the sword. She would never know though. She ran to the leaders house hoping Firen would be there.
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12:37am Mar 8 2013
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Firen ~
As he thought over the day happenings, Firen sighed. Most of the troops and other in the fraction would be more than glad to have his fathers attention, but not him. His father was on person you somehow couldn't find a way to love. He kicked his feet up onto a low table and lay back slightly, allowing his eyes to shut for mere seconds before he was up again, running for his house. He wanted to rest, and drink. No, more than that, he just wanted to sleep for a very long time and have some good company. He got in, leaving the door unlocked behind him and quickly getting out of the stiff black leather waist coat and soft silk trousers. They were damn uncomfortable and didn't protect him from the bitter cold outside. Changing into a simple woolen shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of simple, black trousers. He thought abut what he wanted to do most to relax himself, and was surprised to find that he needed a walk, or something to strench his legs. Firen opened the door to walk outside and was surprised to see Aevelia. "Hey, Aevelia, what's up?"
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Cade raised an eyebrow at the sign of Robin's raised fist. He was seriously considering why he was still with the Light fraction. Other than the fact that they were paying him more than most people would, and they didn't even know of his reputation.He was musing over this as he ran as silent as a shadow across the roof tops, casually glancing and analyzing the places he ran past in a split second, considering the best place to be if the Dark Fraction knew of them being there. Walking in behind Robin, he checked his weapons instinctively and flicked his eyes around observing everything and filing it away for the future. Despite his completely at ease look, he was keyed up and ready for action in the millisecond it happened. He stepped over a creaking board lightly and drew a short dagger silently, just in case.
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10:34am Mar 8 2013
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Robin checked a few windows and doors to be sure they weren't seen or followed. When the coast checked clear, she gingerly reached for the rung of a ladder. She quietly climbed up, opening the hatch above her just an inch. The room was full of sleeping brutes. Dark faction mercenaries... The bloody things. She creaked it open just enough to get through, but signaled no one to go up with her yet. The first thing she searched for was any sort of weapon. She found steam guns and knives, even a broad sword hidden in an open chest. She made sure to dispose of them as silently as she could before the brutes could wake up. She made her way to a wall and edged along past a large bed, then crawled upward with the claws she installed in her boots and gloves. She hung upside down for a moment, eyes pinched barely open. She made her way to the hatch again, then used her hook shot to lift the hatch. "Quietly, one by one. If you make a peep any of these guys will be awake to slit your throat. If I catch you doing anything but disarming, drugging, or going through that door, I'll be the one to see you personally to the Light council. Now hurry!" She whispered. She leaped down from her post on the ceiling and held the hatch. "Do not forget to hide if they stir."
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4:40pm Mar 8 2013 (last edited on 4:46pm Mar 8 2013)
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Jane Silently walked behind Cade as they followed Robin. Her eyes darted in all directions as they passed through. She looked up at the back of Cade's head and followed him in the darkness. Once Robin found the hatch she opened it, telling everyone to go in one by one. Jade nodded at this order, for she was always the best at taking orders. Its what she did her whole life. She walked in front of the hatch and looked up. She simply just climbed up the ladder. When her feet touched the ladder it made almost no noise. Once she got up she stood there to wait for the others. Jane honestly didn't like to be alone, but sometimes that wasn't her choice to make.
((Is that to short?))
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4:42pm Mar 8 2013
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(The ladder goes up.)
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4:45pm Mar 8 2013
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((Ok sorry, Ill change that "^.^))
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10:01pm Mar 8 2013
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(Alright, thank you.)
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12:27pm Mar 9 2013
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Aevelia-
She looked at Firen. "I just forged you a magic sword. I cut and burned my hand in the process. (Remember, Aevelia life is going to intertwine with the owner of the sword.) She walked up to Firen and handed it to him. (The sword only inflicts damage if the owner of the sword or the one who's blood is in it. They have to hold the sword for it to work.) |
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3:13pm Mar 9 2013
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Kiera was not quite as obedient tonight as all the others were. Yes, she had followed Robin into the cabin, but 'walked in' last for a reason. She didn't really 'walk in' but she went backwards again, to the outdoors. She climbed the side of the cabin and up to the window of the room that Robin was aimed. As soon as a good amount of her gang were in there, Kiera felt rather mischievous. She grinned and pulled silly faces at Robin whenever she looked away. When she did look, Kiera would duck down and hide beneath the windowsill. She grinned, thinking that this was all going amazingly well. In a way, she was kinda guarding, keeping watch... And by golly, I don't know what would have happened if she hadn't been. A tall, darkly dressed man with a bright white torch was coming down the path. He looked like a room inspector, as she had often spied on them doing it. Keira stared at the white flash and tapped on the window, not enough to wake the brutes, but enough to get attention. She drew a finger up to her neck and made a slicing action, repeatedly swinging it back and forth. If the crew didn't evacuate quickly, there would be trouble. Kiera was ordered not to spill any blood on this patrol, but the man would become her prey if things got too sticky.
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4:23pm Mar 9 2013
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Robin rolled her eyes, as she was aware of the fool hanging from the window. She looked out at the man Kiera was looking at. She cursed under her breath. "Get to the roof!" Robin hissed to the spies, then swung herself outside of a high window and climbed to the top of the building. She squatted by the railing, five throwing knives poised between her fingers. She took a quick look at a badge she held in her pocket. First Lieutenant Carter - Royal Land Navy of the Light Faction, Year of 1784. She tucked it back in her guard vest, focusing on the stranger again. Her eyes were drawn toward the white torch. That was technology only the most wealthy people of her time owned. In her steampunk world, that torch had the capability of paying for the supplies of thousands of men. But this torch was known as the beacon of the lead Light battalion! It only meant the worst... If the battalion was defeated, half of the Dark Faction heavies could be close to the third minor Light outpost in a city near Brassum. Since she was far enough from the mercenaries, she could raise her voice. "Fall back! We need to protect the outpost in Reddun. If we don't leave soon, consider it a lost war!"
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6:04pm Mar 9 2013
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((Where's Wulfey? I posted!))
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6:16pm Mar 9 2013
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(Probably off on another roleplay)
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9:22pm Mar 9 2013
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{Hey! I was eating breakfast and then meeting an old friend!]
Firen~
Firen raised eyebrow at the offered sword and pushed some hair back from his face. "Thanks.. Is hand 'right there? He asked, leaning against the door-frame as he put the sword into a simple black scabbard. Without waiting for an answer, he gestured for her to come in. "Why don't you come in while I get the fire going. He said, grabbing an axe of the wall and beginning to cut the firewood into chunks. Once he was done with that, he put the firewood into the fireplace and lit the fire
[I'll do Cade later]
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