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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:44 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:46 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:49 am
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Elemental People that have been Accepted!!
My name is only a name, Like the rose has it's name: Rosalina Finterstal Age can wither, but it can also make better: 17 If only we were like the plants, they don't have genders: Female I wish i could be a plant: Human If only i were more like plants, Then i wouldn't need this accursed talent: Caring, Earth-Plant life My boring life, Unlike the plants that i love so much: I happen to have grown up with a hippie mother and a distant father. So neither cared that i had such a gift. Obviously i lived in this troubled town, but i was taught not to be troubled by it. The way of nature, I was told. My powers have kept my family safe and soon i can keep the rest of the town safe as well. Although she sings a little. Only her mother knew she could or even liked to sing. My feelings and the plants feelings are mostly the same: I am kind, caring, sweet and loyal. Destroy my plants and i can have the rage and temper of a mother bear. But that almost never happens. If only it were the flowers that i hold so dear...: Shabatha
itendedalready Don't wear it out: Jared Rogers It's just a number: Eighteen Do I look like a chick to you? I'm a male, idiots. In case you needed clarification: Human Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you: Courage, Electricity This ain't your business: My mom died when I was only four. My pops took care of me, but he did it his own way. Rather than playing ball like every other kid my age, I worked my a** off. Now, don't tell me that sounds like fun to you. Luckily enough, though, I was actually tough. So, I pretty much did whatever my father told me; including how to fight and handle a gun. I like to think he did it so I could save the chicks, just like in every action movie you see, where the guy always has to save the girl, yanno? I know that wasn't the reason, but a guy can dream, can't he? I think I was.. er, fifteen or so, when I first realized that, hey, I can set electrocute stuff. Nearly burnt down my house after doing something with the stove, actually. Pops was pretty ticked, but pleased at the same time, 'cause that gave me more power and stuff. Despite our differences, and his weird fathering techniques, I guess you could say we were still close. Hell, I mean, he did love me and all. It wasn't like he was some drunk guy who liked to smack the holy hell outta me. So, yeah, I guess when he died last year, I wasn't exactly happy. It wasn't like I cried or anything, 'cause I'm macho and stuff, but it kinda was upsetting. Got shot, yanno, like.. some robber or something. I wasn't there to see it. Buried the body and went on my own way, doin' what I do best: savin' people. 'Cause I guess that's what I was given these powers for and all. Saving something from somewhere or.. dude, alright, I know what I'm doing, I just don't got the specifics on the front of my brain at the moment. Chill. Take me as I am, or not at all: What's there to tell? I'm adorable and I'm freakin' hilarious—okay, fine, fine. Sheesh. I guess I'm what you'd call a smartass. And a jackass; I've heard that one before. I love eating, you couldn't tell unless you saw me eat, though. Rough, tough, macho man—that's me. I like saving people, though. Helpful, I guess. I'm a good guy, really.. sometimes, I just do.. not so good things to save people. I mean, impersonating people? Fraud, right? That's kinda illegal, but I'll do it if it means saving a life or several. In the grand scheme of things, I make sure the good live and the bad pay. Dunno who this chick is: itendedalready
The Eternaly Damned
A word in the wind~ Arabella Mithos This many Years~ Eighteen From which Spring?~ Female What are you?~ Nymph Your powers are formidable ~ Air, Fearlessness Tell Us Your Story~ I was born in the village to my mother, Deruma. She, a Nymph like myself, raised me to deal with the harsh dangers the Gods have caused our village. At a young age she told me not to fear, and so I did not. I did not cry, nor scream as other children would prone to do. Obstinant, I terried on. It was around my fifteenth birthday that I took to saving those people that I could from anything horrible that went on around my home. I ventured here and there to try and help, and it was fun! Fun, in a normally terrifying and heart-rending way for most, I would assume. For me, it seems like a game. A game with real consequenses, yes. But it's still a game. The way she is~ True to herself and to her emotions, Arabella tends to be open and comunicative to the point of being harsh. She has no fear for the reprimands of others and will do what she likes if she likes and let others deal with it when they find out. As a friend, she is the best person to have around if you are frightened, but not if you're planning something primarily dangerous. She could care less. Gaianame: The Eternaly Damned
Angel in my Dreams Name: Lacey Addison Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Human Element: Water Bio: Lacey grew up in a loving home, but it was so boring. So she set off to find something exciteding to do on her 18th birthday. Personality: Calm, smart, sarcastic, adventurous, artistic Gaianame: Angel in my Dreams
Paradise451 Name: Pharore Age: 15 Gender: Female Race: Half-Elf Element: Fire, Purity Bio: Pharore was raised by her parents in the village, and was forced away from all the other children. She wasn't allowed to go near anybody else, save her mother and father, she is also an only child. Her father would smack her around as if she was nothing more than a ragdoll. On the day that Odin struck though was the day she became an orphan, both of her parents perished in the attack, leaving Pharore without a home or anybody to take care of her. But somehow the girl lived even while homeless, it was as if any small amount of heat would give her strength.
One day a magician found her hiding in a corner, trying to get away from him. He saw how traumatized she was from all her past experiences, so he did the kindest thing he could, he wiped her memories clean, then he took care of her. One day he noticed her messing around with a match, he told her to light it, but not by striking it, but her mind. When she succeeded in doing so without a problem, he immediatly started her training as a Magician, not a Witch, her spells were to be for good, not harm. Now 4 years later her training is complete, and it is the day she becomes a fully-fledged Wizard. Personality: Innocent, Naive, Childish, Timid and Scared Gaianame: Paradise451
Shiningdragon21 Gaia thought of it: Stephen Jacobs The sands in the hourglass count my time:17 Gender: Male All lives were born from the earth:Human The strength of Gaia flows thru all who she cares for: Earth-Rock The story etched into the earth:Grew up in the village to my mother Julia and my father Mark. Taught how to deal with the gods rage early on even when my powers showed forth they simply taught me more ways to avoid the gods rage. It didn't take long until I had gotten tired of running from the rage of the gods instead lashing out and happening to take down several of the monsters sent to assault there town. Unlike many of the people of the village who simply hide during the assaults Stephen instead stands against them assaulting them back and having taken down a good deal as he has grown up. Like a rock few things ever change: I am quick to help my friends no matter the cost. Loyal to those that are close but hesitant to interact with people that I haven't gotten used to. Harm those close to me and even Gaia won't be able to hold me back from finding you. One older then the earth itself:Shiningdragon21
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:50 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 5:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:14 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:48 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:59 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:00 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:21 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:27 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 1:12 pm
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[I'll come up with a post layout or something later.]
Jared sighed as the town was attacked yet again by Odin's creatures. Honestly, the guy was totally random. Just out of the blue, he'll come around a go, Uh, I'm feelin' a harpy attack after tea time today or something like that. Jared would place money on the idea that all of Odin's attacks are completely arbitrary. It was stupid. This all was stupid. These creatures needed to leave and let the townspeople live in peace, for crying out loud. Jared would willingly protect the town, but he never did like routine things--and these attacks were almost routine, he defended against them so often.
Grabbing a knife from its sheath, which was hooked to his belt, he headed forward, preparing to attack the first unwelcome creatures that he came across. Those creatures would end up being ogres. Nasty things, those were. Jared hated them. Then again, he hated all of them, so it didn't really matter.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 7:43 pm
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