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Name: Gared

Age: 25

Magic: Is a vampire, has magic that focuses on sucking life from living things, enhanced senses, has some powers gained during meditation.

Personality: Dark, brooding, suffers from post-traumatic stress.

Appearance: Tall, with pure plack eyes, and a spikey head of black hair. Wears black clothes.

Backstory:

Was born to a family who fought the Narsitist, but eventualy fell. Gared was attacked by a vampire, and was cursed to be one. Suffers from Post-traumatic stress because of that.

Other: Uses a crossbow and silver bolts.

I've been pretty busy. However...

We will start...now!

Evine~

Ophelia swoops down from the clouds at my whistle, her dark amber and orange scales glimmering in the late afternoon sunlight.

"Land!" I yell, giving a series of piercing whistles to acompany my shout. I can whistle rather loudly, having been doing it for over 5 years. Ophelia spreads her eight foot wings to their full length and glides gently to the ground in front of me.

"Good girl!" I sprint forwards, onto the landing field. "Good girl Ophelia!"

"You have trained her sucessfully?" A deep, slow voice from behind me wheezes. I turn to face the 102-year-old dragon trainer, the legendary Kurk Harav. I bow deeply, the effect rather spoiled due to my dirty jeans and sweater. He nods in acknowledgement. I straighten.

"Yes sir. She obeys every order I can whistle. I think that is sucessful training." He stares at the medium-sized dragon in front of him, contemplating.

"Go," he says. Ophelia cocks her head at me. I nod. In a rush of wings, she flies out over the landing field, higher and higher, until she is gone. I blink back tears. Ophelia was my first sucessful egg. The other two eggs had died early. My first egg I named Flint. The second I named Chopin, after the famous composer on Earth. I rather enjoy Earthen music.

"Summon her," Kurk Harav commands. I whistle, once, twice, and then the clouds break and Ophelia sweeps towards us.

"Sucessful," he grunts,"Best get back. It's late." He stumps off toward his living quarters. I check my watch. 7:15. My stomach growls at me in annoyance. I grab Ophelia's bridle and head to the dragon stables.  

Makani~

The moon gives the lake a silver sheen as I approach it. My troubled sleep has been drawing me here more and more recently. I wonder whether it has anything to do with the strengthening of my powers. This makes me smile. My powers. Something completely mine to hold on to and cherish. None of the small, ragtag group that I live- no survive with in the woods knows about them, so none of them can steal their wonder from me. With a thought, I conjure a gust of air strong enugh to lift me up. Higher and higher I float on this gust, until I've almost cleared the tree tops. There, I create a small whirlwind of air to keep me in place. This is among my favorite tricks. I close my eyes and allow my head to fall back, enjoying the clear night, smelling the rain that is promising to come. Suddenly, the silence of the night is shattered by a sound that is familiar to me. Klee, klee, klee! I make my whirlwind set me down on a sturdy looking tree branch as Sasha, a kestrel I had saved a few years ago when her parents refused to care for her, landed on the branch above me. Bad dreams again? Sasha thought to me.

I'm not entirely sure how or why I can understand and speak to her, and only her, but I don't question it. Sasha is my best friend in this world of untrustable strangers. I sigh and think, Yeah. Nothing to worry about though. Just some creepy man. Again. I get this strange feeling that he actually exists somewhere, and that I should go to him. I scoff out loud. Like that's ever going to happen.

Sasha laughs, or makes a noise as close to one as she is able to make. Hungry? She sends a picture of a rabbit stored away someplace. Now it's my turn to laugh. You know me too well. Still smiling, I motion for Sasha to hold on tight to her branch (we had agreed to a signal recently, so that I wouldn't accidentally blow her away) and conjure up another, slightly softer gust of wind to catch me before I hit the ground. My heart soared and I let out a whoop as I free fell about ten feet, then the wind caught me and brought me safely to the ground. I sat against a tree as I watched Sasha soar off to retrieve her kill. When she disappeared from my view, I began collecting firewood so that I could cook the rabbit. That's when I heard a scream pierce the night.

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Sorry if this is really bad. This is my first RP. Let me know if there is anything wrong with anything I write. Could someone somehow be the source of that scream? If not, that's fine. I'll just make it some random, insignificant persosn over something or other.

No it wasn't bad at all. You're areally good writer!

Osahia~ The day, ah, the beautiful day. Light. Light is always beautiful. Unlike the dark. Hideous, scary, terrifying. A cold shiver gets sent up my spine just thinking about it. I shake off the thought as I sit in the large oak tree, its twisted boughs gently cradling me.

I look up at the sky, straight at the sun. Most people would be blinded, but my eyes can constrict in odd ways, almost like a cat. Then I end up looking like an elf.

The sun's bright, yellow rays suddenly become a dark orange, and raise my hands towards it, thoughts oof bending slowly swirling in my mind. A thin, straight beams instantly retracts down into my palm. I thrust it among the leafy foilage of the tree I'm sitting in, and the light bounces off the leaves like a kaleidoscope. It retracts and refracts and makes all sorts of pretty patterns. 

Stuff like this isn't easy. It took years on how to judge the angle of light, making it bounce off something just right. I try to make a snowflake shape, but no matter how I turn my hands, it always becomes a mess of yellow lines.

I guess I still haven't mastered it yet, though.

Suddenly, the beams stops.

I gasp and turn my head to the sky. The sun is quickly setting. Darn the coler months. I liked it when the sun was out so long during summer.

Soon, I see the moon and the stars peek out, but they're nearly not as bright as the sun. They're light is different anyhow. It's cold and gives a whispy, ominous vibe. It's silver and white, like the spirits of ghosts.

I gulp and quickly race back to my home, I hope I can make it before night completely falls. 

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~Pyrus

There's a flash of light, and I'm back on Jorurhav. Though not exactly where I wanted to be, and there's no time to Travel back to Earth. I'm in the middle of a forest. Surveying what I have, it's only kitchen supplies and a paycheck from working as a chef. Seeing a campfire up ahead, I make as little noise as possible, but a branch snaps, I scream, the person looks straight at me, and I set my head on fire reflexively.

Dark. The dark. I am the dark.

The vampire- is me. I am you, darkness. The trees are dying, I need control. I can destroy, I can be stronger.

Maie~

Murray: a hamlet tucked away in the hills of a rural part of earth.

Maie dashed through its streets, feet pounding against the weathered cobblestones. "THIEF!" a woman yelled. Maie groaned, tucked the loaf of bread under her arm, and slid under a decaying stone bridge.

As a crowd began pursuing, Maie dropped to her knees. Furiously she dug at the old cobblestones with her hands, finally unearthing one. She infused it and threw it onto the bridge, where it exploded and sent the bridge crashing down. The townspeople halted at the new barrier; Maie ran far into the night, until she crashed into- 

I crash into a dark form. It's a girl. She yelps and falls back.

"Sorry," I say. The air tingles between us, a familiar sensation. I gasp.

"A-Are you a Selective?" I whisper. She looks shocked. "Yes!" she says, "I'm Evine."

"Maie," I say, grinning. We stand and brush the dust from our clothes.

"Want to go to Jorurhav?" she says, practically bouncing on her toes.

"Yes," I say, "let's go!" 

OMG SORRY FOR NOT POSTING EARLIER!!!! I didn't realize it had started! Right, here I go.

Levine~

Quickly, I scurried through the treetops. I saw the village in the distance and turned away. It wasn't time for my weep fest yet. Silently, I jumped from tree to tree. Then, at about the middle of the forest I jumped down.

Why was I here? Last night, when I returned to my makeshift hut for the day, I had found a tree bark note on my table.

It read,

L-

Meet me at noon in the middle of the forest.

-G

I was very confused. Who was G, and how did she or he know my name?! So I came to the clearing to find some answers. I sat down, thinking about the note. Did it have something to do with my family? No, they were all dead. The Narcist maybe? Perhaps. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whisked around, but no one was there. Quickly, I pulled out a meat knife. Not my best weapon, but it would do. I held it in a battle ready pose, and the tap came again. On my other shoulder. I whirled around and held the sharp point of the knife-

Right into a young girls face. Quickly, I pulled it away. She looked cheerful, even though I had just tried to kill her.

"Hi! I'm Evine. What are you doing here?" She asked. Another girl walked out of the bushes next to her.

"Waiting for someone," I muttered. I did not want to get sucked into a conversation. Suddenly, Evine's mouth fell open, and I turned around. There, a girl about as old as me stood, staring into my eyes.

"Who are you?" We asked at the same time.

Gunter-

After leaving the note at the person called Levine's house, I ran towards the center of the forest. I didn't know why, but I had an overwhelming desire to meet this girl. The next morning, I awoke and crawled out of the burrow I had made. Then I heard voices and stopped. Cautiously I stood up. A young girl was standing next to a girl..who looked exactly like me. Quickly, I stepped into the clearing. I tapped the older girl on the shoulder. She whirled around, and my mouth fell open.

"Who are you?" I said over the top of her. She was exactly like me. Same color eyes, same color hair, the only thing different about our features was our haircuts and our clothes of course.

"I'm Levine," she said worriedly.

"I'm Gunter," I replied.

"I'm Evine!" the young girl stated. We ignored her.

I started circling Levine. "Why do you look like me?" I asked.

She shrugged. "You're asking me?" she said coldly. 

I creep throught the woods. I can feel the life over there many people, well, a few people gathering. I must get closer.