| Name: Clan (Note: Just because you have the same clan name, as the others doesn't mean you have to be related.) Age: Likes: Dislikes: Weapon of choice: Seme or Uke? (Only for Yaoi/Yuri pairings) Picture: Short Bio: |
XxThageXxJul 31, 2009 11:16 AM
| What you saw at the castle on that windy night ,and what you saw at the bridge last night .. how I smiled, never utter a word to anyone. If you dare speak .. I will find where you are .. And I will kill you. Kill you. I will rip you apart .. crush your bones And eat your flesh.. I will drink your blood. I will .. devour you. |
| Name: Isis Winchester Clan (Note: Just because you have the same clan name, as the others doesn't mean you have to be related.): Raven Age:19 Likes: Star gazing, Wolves, Keeping to herself, Writing Dislikes: Judgmental people, Cold weather, Sour foods, Betrayal Weapon of choice: Twin swords Seme or Uke? Bisexual Picture: Short Bio: Isis is a solitary person for the most part, and enjoys being by herself. She prefers it that way, rather than being with people, whom she's lost faith in. She's apart of the Raven clan, and is partially blind in her left eye thus why she wears a eye patch. She wants to break her curse, despite siding with the witches who cast the curse in the first place. She believes that the woman who were burned at the stake should not have been sacrificed just because they believed in something different than everyone else. |
XxThageXxSep 17, 2009 10:19 AM
| What you saw at the castle on that windy night ,and what you saw at the bridge last night .. how I smiled, never utter a word to anyone. If you dare speak .. I will find where you are .. And I will kill you. Kill you. I will rip you apart .. crush your bones And eat your flesh.. I will drink your blood. I will .. devour you. |
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| What you saw at the castle on that windy night ,and what you saw at the bridge last night .. how I smiled, never utter a word to anyone. If you dare speak .. I will find where you are .. And I will kill you. Kill you. I will rip you apart .. crush your bones And eat your flesh.. I will drink your blood. I will .. devour you. |
| Name: Chris Cruor Clan: None Age:19 Likes:? Dislikes:? Weapon of choice: Two hydrillium dirks with jeweled pummels and silver veins running through the black metal. Seme or Uke? Straight. Picture: (below) Short Bio: Sunlight sank beneath the distorted horizon sending glimmers off of the giant onyx walls, towering over its contents, not just tens but hundreds of feet over its contents, as a necromancer would his creation. Built into each of the corners of the hexagonal wall were towers, and although they didn't extend much higher then the wall itself arrow slits could be seen all of the way down sides of each, if one dared to examine them. Macara, Sins playground, one of the six legendary cities within the lands of Arcadia. Where the intrigue, and murder never stopped in an everlasting game to rise to the top of the social ranks. A city where a well placed knife in the back was less shunned and more admired and unless it was in their best interest not to the heads of the city turned unless evidence against the convicted was overwhelming. In that event the market was crowded with peers eagerly watching the accused dismembered, one part at a time, or worse. After a grueling six hours of sunlight the last few rays finally faded from existence, and almost on cue the drawbridge lowered leaving the city gates of Macara wide open to anyone, almost daring someone to enter. A single figure in garnet colored robes made its way out of the city, stopped briefly by the guards before his cloak parted revealing the legendary blades that made him famous. Both were a mere 21 inches, the pummel stones of the weapons matching the figures cloak in color. The guards quickly stood besides allowing the figure leave of the city. He had grown bored and now began traveling until he reached his next destination. He had heard of this place from mere rumors of its madness and whispers of a relic called Dragons Blood but other then that he knew nothing else. It intrigued him and much like other things that interest him, he wanted it. Although he already had a vast collection of artifacts and unique items it was never enough, for the more he owned, the more powerful he became. Some may question his lust for power but he never really knew much else. His mother having died in childbirth and his father, as opposed to being a loving caring father, he raised Chris to become a warrior and ruthless in his killings. He succeeded, for Chris didnt even flinch hearing the grunts of pain after planting a hunting knife in his fathers throat at age 11. Soon after the killing he fled his village and has been on his own ever since.  |
Chris_CruorSep 17, 2009 10:48 AM
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