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[Kairi]

[FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][CENTER][SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed]They give back to us what we lack the most in times of dire need...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy]...Strength...Courage...Hope...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]They are what holds this world together in peace and harmony...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy]...they are...the Dragonheart Lords...[/COLOR]
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We find ourselves during the middle ages full of fantasy and wonder; when dark forces pillaged and burned all that was good and pure. Tall white pillars in every major city hovers over the population below...even over their Kings' castles. They are the homes of the publics most respected and beloved heroes; the Dragonhearts.

These incredible individuals have the ability to communicate with dragons, and harness their amazing powers. Soaring the skies together...one soul...one spirit...one heart; their lives and fate are connected till death.

The Dragonheart Lords are men and women who have known their dragon since childhood. Whether by accident, or was given to within the Dragonheart guild...the two were brought together and were recruited to serve and protect.

[COLOR=Red]But not all....become Lords....[/COLOR]

Upon reaching a mature age, each is judged by the Dragonhearts leader...Onyxia...a dragon who is able to speak in human tongue...and glance into the potential future. Those who are accepted are given the title of Dragonheart Lord and are either sent out into the world to protect the innocent against evil and live in the white pillars, or they are asked to stay in the Golden City of the Gods which Onyxia dwells and teach the younglings.

Those who are seen unworthy of Lordship...are thrown out of the great city and are given a normal life of servitude while their dragons are killed or exiled. This doesn't happen often...for the guild does not make many mistakes in their selection and recruitment...but there are...a few...

And this is where our story begins...not with an exile...but of a man who threatens everything the Dragonheart Lords live for.
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[COLOR=DarkSlateGray]The night was dark and cold as the winds outside the cave crashed against the mountainside. The wind roared as if in anger as the beast and its master made their way deeper into the mountain. The tunnel was in complete darkness as the two slowly made their way closer to their prey.

Finally, a flicker of light could be seen...the closer they got, the large the light became. The beast and its master eventually found themselves at the entrance of a large chasm...filled with torches; its walls were covered in precious gems and stones which reflected the flames, brightening the massive room.

In the middle of the stone room rested a massive, golden dragon...breathing heavily and irregularly. The beast made its way to the dragons side as the master stood before the dragon...face to face. Compared to the fallen dragon, the masters was a behemoth, easily towering over even this massive monster.

The fallen dragon slowly raised his head to look upon the human standing before him.

[B]"You know why I am here..."[/B] said the unknown man coldly and firm...not flinching at all at the powerful dragon.

[B]"You...were given such a precious gift...why?"[/B] the sound that the dragon made was faint...a tone that only a Dragonheart Lord or someone trained in their ways could detect and understand.

But without warning nor response, the young man darted towards the dragon with incredible speed and unsheathed his long katana to his side. The dragon began to raise one of its arms to swipe at the human, but suddenly the human dissapeared, and before the dragon could respond, the human was now on its head.

With the clinging of a blade echoing in the cavern...it was moments later till the dragons entire head split into multiple seperate sections and collapsed upon the stone floor, the dragons body instantly falling limp...cold...and dead.

Obediantly without any order as the human jumped off the corpse, the beast turned over the dead dragon and exposed its ribcage. The human stared intensly at the exposed area and thrusted his arm inward. Shortly after his search within...the young man pulled out a glowing red shard.

[B]"I must have more..."[/B] muttered the young man as the beast and he walked out of the cavern into the dark night. Leaping onto the dragons back...they flew into the mist and faded away.
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[COLOR=Black]SIGN-UPS[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=Black]Welcome to Blood Omen. This is a fantasy world...so let your imagination run wild in its environmental lookings as well as species. The Dragonheart Lords are the heroes of this time, each with their own unique personailities and powers. You can choose to be a Dragonheart Lord...stationed in one of these five cities...

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Milan[/COLOR]- a peace city located on the coast of the great ocean...overlooking the entire sea.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Desolace[/COLOR]- a massive city in the middle of a desert, made purly out of a strong crystaline structure.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Darkshire[/COLOR]- found deep within the worlds most exotic rainforest...looks like a Inca temple containing the greatest technological advancements in the world.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Iceliena[/COLOR]- a grand city made our of white ivory on a isolated island with an everlasting winter climate.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The Golden City[/COLOR]- made out of pure gold, this city stands as a symbol to the worlds peace and prosperity. The head officials of each region live here from each of the four cities to convene with the King and Queen. Those Dragonheart Lords who live here are teachers at the school for the younglings watched over by their head master Onyxia who dwells in a tower above the city. The city itself is embedded into a mountainside; the tower is at its top.

Those who are exiles are under this unknown humans influence whos intentions are not know...but their anger with the guild and with the help of this human returning to them their dragons, they are compelled to obey him in whatever ambition that he has against the Dragonheart Lords. I will give information about this unknown human in the near future.

SIGN-UP Sheets:

Name:

Sex:

Alligence: (Exile or Dragonheart)

Location: (not needed for those who are exiles)

Appearance:

Personality:

Weapon/Skills: (this is your characters mastery in whatever art you desire...again, in moderation please)

Power: (given and shared with through their dragon. please keep in reason. cannot be that of time *hint hint*)

Writing Snippet: (I want a general history and background of your character up to the point of your judgements with Onyxia. If you are an exile, I also want you to include your first encounter with this human...and how he helped you. I know you dont know what he looks like...but please work from there.)

Dragons Name:
Appearance:
Personality:[/COLOR]
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[demonchild781]

[COLOR=DarkOliveGreen][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial Narrow][CENTER]Name: Keisha

Sex: female

Alligence: Dragonheart

Location: Darkshire

Appearance: Keisha's soft bronze hair is usually found tied back by a thin lace strap, while she wears loose, but comfortable trousers, shirt and tunic to hide a rather tone and well made female body. She is average height with soft green eyes that match that of her dragon's.

Personality: A sultray vixon that has learned through her male dragon, Kael, that her body is nothing compared to her mind. Long days in the forest has taught both master and dragon that life is more than just fun and games. But you won't catch these two slackers far from trouble, if its not causing some havoc around the city, they're getting their feet a little too weight in the heat of battle. But alone, Keisha is quiet and keeps to herself.

Weapon/Skills: See Power.

Power: Kael can shoot poisionious barbs from his spinal scales. He is also able to spit a very powerful venom, much like spitting cobra would do, from his mouth with surprising accuracy. Keisha on the other hand, is clumsy with throwing or projecting things, but very swift on her feet. Where her dragon can't go, this monkey-like girl can get herself in and out of anything. She is best with long range weapons such as a spear or staff.

Writing Snippet:
Keisha turned her head towards Kael, his graceful neck pulled around his muscular legs, and his massive tail just touching the edge of his snout. She smiled brightly at her partner. Never in a million years did Keisha think she would be sitting in claws length from a real live dragon.
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The sharp bark like sound that echoed down the large corridor like tunnels of the Dragonheart's Cave brought Keisha's swift attention. It was time for her to be judged. But it wasn't just her that was going to be judged this day. It was going to be her and the best thing to ever happen to her. Kael.

Keisha was no more than an infant when she came to live among the masters' of the dragons. Her parents both killed by bandits in their local village and no living relatives to take her in. She spent 13 years alone, under the care of the locals and their dragons, but the massive beasts scared the living day-lights out of her. She made a point to stay clear of them until one day along the edge of the city she came across a young dragon, not much older than herself, alone and badly wounded. All fear for the creature was put aside as she slowly made her way towards him and that's when she discovered that she could understand him as if he was speaking her own language, and the rest is history.

"Oh hush up, Kael!" Keisha shouted down the tunnel.

The dragon called out again as Keisha came into view, his face lighting up at her sight as he bent his head down to nuzzle her softly. Compared to the massive size of her dragon companion, Keisha looked fragile and surely the beast would swallow her whole. But he only bumped her gently with his muzzle and watched as the girl stumbled a bit before grabbing a hold of one of his massive nostrils.

"Kael!" Keisha protested, smiling any ways.

[I]Keisha. Kael.[/I] The faint, but very familiar voice echoed down the hallway in a language not many creatures could speak.

"Come on Kael, we gotta go!" Keisha hit Kael's snout playfully and dashed down the tunnel. The dragon snorted his discontent as he slowly followed behind Keisha.

Once in front of the massive Onyxia, Keisha was silent and reserved, only nodding her head when asked something. Kael on the other had was impatient, constantly moving and making noises.

"You know, Kael...you could have gotten us both into a lot of trouble today." Keisha said as they stepped out into the bright sun again.

The dragon snorted and threw his head up, taking careful steps so he didn't end up stepping on his companion.

"Just because Onyxia practicly raised us both doesn't mean you can fool around during Judgement." Keisha put her hands on her hips.

The dragon threw his head up again, making yet another unique noise.

"I'm sure him knowing us so well had nothing to do with him sending us to Darkshire. Yeah...I know that's where we wanted to go, but that's not the point."

Dragons Name: Kael
Appearance: see attachment (he's green not red)
Personality: Kael's seems to be the exact opposite of his beloved master, Keisha. Voicioustrous and never afraid to protest his discontent, Kael craves attention. Whether that attention comes from Keisha, a human wandering by or a fellow dragon, makes no difference to him. But when Kael has been frighten or has found a sudden erge for blood, Keisha is the only one to subdue him. Her gentle hands and soft eyes can seduce the beast into anything.[/CENTER][/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Astdis]

[B]Name:[/B] Ren

[B]Sex:[/B] female

[B] Allegence:[/B] Dragonheart

[B] Location:[/B] Desolace

[B]Appearance: [/B] 5? 5?, hazel/green eyes, long black/brown hair. Has the same tattoo as in the picture (only not a live one). Her cloths are a cross between celtic and japanese styles, however her wraps are tunics rather than dresses, and she's never been seen in typical feminan clothing, never without her knee high leather boots and pants.
[IMG]http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b159/luckywrit/Dragon_Woman0.jpg[/IMG]

[B]Personality:[/B] tough, sarcastic, edgy and very focused when there?s a job to do. When there isn?t a job to do, she has managed over the years to learn how to relax and have some fun.

[B]Power: [/B] Her dragon?s scales seem impenetrable, even by spear or heavy crossbow. Like wise her health has always been impeccable, never sick and healing wounds rapidly. Her vision is also nearly hawk like being able to see farther than any other human she?s met. Her weapon of choice for that reason is a Heavy Crossbow, and two curved 10 inch knives. She can use a sword well, but doesn?t carry one as of yet.

[B]Writing snippet:[/B]
The city of Milan, 15 yrs in the past?
Ren sat on the ground, her back braced against the house, sheltering her head from the rain. In her hand, she held a knife and a block of wood that she was working between her fingers.

[B]?REN!?[/B]

She sighed and pushed herself up from the ground.
[I]?oops?
?Kaiya? What did you do??[/I]

[B]?REN, get in the house, now!?[/B]

[B]?What is it mother??[/B]

She turned the corner and saw what it was, the back entranceway to the kitchens had a gaping hole where the framing of the door had been. Her mother stood, broom in her hand and thatch in her hair and covered in stone dust, glaring through Ren like a bull.

[B]?That beast has destroyed my kitchen!?[/B]

[I]?Sorry Ren?[/I]

Ren sighed and ran her hand through her hair [B]?Mother, I am sorry, but it?s not all Kaiya?s fault. This village is too small for a Dragon of her size.?[/B]

[B]?Well,? [/B] her mother set the broom against the table a sighed, the anger slowly leaving her, [B]?I guess it?s better than the trouble you used to get into, you?re lucky young lady that you are still with the living.?[/B]

[B]?Well mama, when you think of those things, remember that it was Kaiya who saved me, and think upon her with a bit less harshness.?[/B]

Her mother smiled slightly and nodded. [B]?When do you return to the school??[/B]

[B]?Soon. And I have my judgment in a month.?[/B]

[B]?Well, you can help your father and brothers mend this mess then before you go.?[/B]

[B]?Sure mama. But before that I?m going to join my brothers at the inn, see if I can get some gold off them in the card games before I go.?[/B]

Her mother shook her head and sighed, [B]?Just try to avoid a knife fight this time.?[/B]

Ren grinned [B]?Hey, it?s just a little friendly sibling competition.?[/B]Ren walked through the streets, passed the inn and down toward the beach. She perched herself on a rock and watched the tide going in and out. She felt a cold breeze wash over her and she wrapped her arms tight around her knees. [I]She wouldn?t cry[/I].

[I]?Ren?

?What??

?You miss him don?t you??

?Shut up Kaiya?

?Come on Ren, it?s ok to miss him.?

?Even after he nearly got me killed??

?Even then.?

?Where do you think he is??

?I don?t know Ren, could be anywhere.?[/I]

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The Golden City 17 ½ yrs in the past?

[B]?I?m not doing this.?[/B]

[B]?Come on Ren, no one will catch us?[/B]

[B]?You realize how close that was last time Ryan? I?m lucky I still have my arm.?[/B]

[B]?Hey,?[/B] He walked over to her and ran his hands down her folded arms in a comforting gesture, [B]?I would not let any harm come to you. You know that right??[/B]

She looked up into his deep reassuring eyes. She did love him and he would protect her?
[B]?Ok, I?ll go.?[/B]

He smiled and kissed Ren deeply before taking her hand as they ran stealthily out the doors and across the lawns of the school. He started to scale the walls ahead of her, offering her his hand he pulled her up the wall?

? [B]?Wait,? [/B] Ren started to back away, [B]?If we get caught at this, the punishment will not be light. We could be exiled.?[/B]

He turned to her [B]?You behave as if the other magic we?ve taken has not had a risk?[/B]

[B]?Not a risk like this!?[/B] she hissed in whisper

[B]?Well I?m doing this, are you with me or against me now??[/B]

Ren shivered. [B]?I?m with you, I always have been.?[/B]?

? [I]?Help! Kaiya!!!?[/I]?
? The next few weeks she had cried almost constantly. He was gone, probably exiled, she?d never know. And if Kaiya hadn?t saved her, [I]she?d be with him[/I]?



[U][B]Dragon[/B][/U]

[B]Name:[/B] Kaiya (?forgiveness?)
[B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG]http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b159/luckywrit/SKYBOWL.jpg[/IMG] (w/o the guy)
[B]Personality : [/B] calm and rational, good at responding back to Ren?s sarcasm. Is the perfect balance for Ren.

[Rhym]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]This sounds pretty awesome, Kairi! Count me in!

[b]Name:[/b] Sorgens (Sorg for short) Hämnd (Means The Wolf's Revenge in Norse)

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Allegiance:[/b] Exile

[b]Location:[/b] He once lived in Iceliena, before his exile. Now, he wanders the Northlands, seeking justice... and revenge.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Sorg is quite muscular, with long, blonde hair and a beard to match. His features are jagged, scarred, and Scandinavian, but still quite handsome. His bracers and boots are of durable leather. His thick pants and tunic are covered by glimmering chainmail made of mithril. A dwarven-forged Norsk-style helmet crowns his head, and on his back is draped a thick, long wolfskin cloak. Whenever he looks out over an icy cliff, a totally badass guitar solo plays in the background. He doesn't really know why this happens, but he's just accepted it as something that happens.

[b]Personality:[/b] Sorg is brash and outspoken. If he sees an injustice, he will expend his utmost resources to rectify it. He is serious when matters are serious, but he won't turn down a good haunch of venison, flagon of mead, and night on the town if matters permit.

[b]Weapons/Skills:[/b] Sorg has two weapons, one for each hand. His right-hand weapon is a razor-sharp single-bladed battleaxe he calls Pestens Fiende (The Plague's Enemy). His left-handed weapon is a crushing warhammer he calls Sorghammar (Wolfhammer). He has no magical powers, but he knows how to survive, even in the barren and windswept Northlands.

[b]Power:[/b] His dragon, Tyrsfang, is a mighty ice dragon from the grim and frostbitten Northlands. Her breath is as ice, and her scything claws are as cold as the glaciers that cover the North. Sorg, as a result, can endure such cold as would send stronger men to their frozen graves, and has incredible endurance and strength. In WoW terms, he's the Tank.

[b]Dragon's Name:[/b] Tyrsfang (Tyr being the Norse god of war)
[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://www.pcdoct.com/images/dragon_blue.gif][u]Here[/u][/URL] is Tyrsfang. Sorg would come up to her chest.
[b]Personality:[/b] Tyrsfang is impatient and poor at suffering fools. She's prone to pacing in times of inactivity. But as soon as the time comes to fight, a fiercer combatant you'd be hard pressed to find.

[b]Writing Snippet:[/b]

I guess my writing snippet wasn't what Kairi was looking for, so I'll just leave this blank until I have a better idea of what to put that would still fit what I had in mind for my character.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Kairi]

[CENTER][SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Sorry to change some things...but please take note that I have added a Weapon/Skills section within the character signups. I originally was going to leave this out for I thougth t it wasn't necessary, however in my past experience this kind of information is needed...for those who have posted already...I again apologize and would like this to put included in your sign ups. thank you very much for taking your time to read this.

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[Zephyr]

Okay, this one has caught my attention. I am interested now. :D


[b]Name[/b]: Alno?dra

[b]Sex[/b]: Male

[b]Allegiance[/b]: Dragonheart

[b]Location[/b]: The Golden City (works as a teacher for young Dragonheart potentials)

[b]Appearance[/b]: Alno?dra stands about 6?3? with short silver hair and dark brown eyes. His arms and legs are proportionally larger than average, and his training has left him with an average muscle mass. Most of the time he is seen wearing a specially designed robe, the top half of which can be buttoned up on the left side of the chest to form a dress tunic style top, while keeping the lower half loose. This robe/tunic is black with red trim, and he wears a pair of black pants underneath.

[b]Personality[/b]: Alno?dra is a warm, friendly, and caring person who is rather strict with his students. Most of the time he walks around with little expression on his face, but that changes if he sees a friend, at which time he becomes somewhat wild with his behavior, not to mention his sense of humor. While teaching he does his best to help his students, but will not tolerate laziness. At these times he tend to be more hard-edged.

[b]Weapon/Skills[/b]: Alno?dra?s weapon knowledge is limited to average staff combat, but his true strength lies in performing healing and physical enhancement magic (and the opposite forms).

[b]Power[/b]: Aria (his dragon) has the ability to project flames form between the large plate-like scales on her back. When combined with Alno?dra?s healing magic it form two possible ?attacks?: Rebirth, a flame that can heal anyone within a certain radius, and Requiem, a flame that can injure anyone.

[b]Writing Snippet[/b]: Alno?dra was born into a lower class, laborer family within the city of Desolace. Even though education was not often wasted on such families, he had shown an ability to comprehend well beyond his years. Despite this fact, or because of it, he was shunned by most of the classmates, but managed to make good friends with a few people from families of a higher social class.

After a few years it seemed that he had show more promise than anyone had imagined. Around the age of 15 his family was contacted by a member of the Dragonhearts who had learned of Alno?dra?s intelligence, and scouted him for possible recruitment. Upon arriving at the training grounds of the Dragonhearts Alno?dra was set before a large group of dragons, yet told nothing about what was going on. For the most part they dragons ignored him, save for one, the smallest of the group, who made its way over to him and stare him straight in the eye. For a long moment they remained in silence before something unbelievable happened. The small dragon spoke to him!

Almost immediately Alno?dra was offered the chance to study with the Dragonhearts. It took two days for him to fully decide that he wished to stay and learn as much as he could. From that day forward he was trained in a variety of fields. Combat, magic, and working with Aria were only the tip of the iceberg. Finally the day all Dragonheart hopefuls awaited arrived.

Alno?dra stood before a massive dragon for what seemed like an eternity before it finally spoke. At one time it would have bothered him, but years spent with Aria had rid him of that feeling. ?I have heard a great deal about you, and have kept my eye on your progress, young Alno?dra.? The dragon spoke. ?The potential you show is great, and your skills at working in harmony with young Aria are excellent. I believe you have what is required to remain with the Dragonhearts.? Alno?dra was excited about this statement, but tried not to let is show. ?In fact,? Onyxia started up again, ?I think your friendship with your dragon is a skill needed by many in training. If you would, I would like to have you stay in The Golden City to teach others about forming such a relationship.? Alno?dra was all too happy to accept the offer.

[b]Dragons Name[/b]: Aria

[b]Appearance[/b]: [See Attachment] Note: Aria is an oddity among dragons in the fact that she is only about 6? in length.

[b]Personality[/b]: At first glance Aria can seem rather indifferent, or even lazy, since she tends to sit still and not often raise her head. In truth, she is always keeping watch, and is very sharp minded. Aria is almost a perfect match for Alno?dra, since she is not afraid to keep him in line, when he does get wild, and always has a worthwhile analysis of the people they meet. Despite this, Aria also has a soft, nurturing side.


Let me know if you want anything adjusted. It is 2 a.m., so I may have lost track somewhere.

[Kairi]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][CENTER][SIZE=1]Name: Vylon

Sex: Male

Appearance:
[IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/IceSton2/180px-920607_20050106_screen059.jpg[/IMG]

Personality: Vylon is a sedistic, and very intelligent being whom those who cross his path come to call 'The Great Manipulator.' It seems in every situation, he is always one step ahead of the opposition; and his intentions are always hidden until they are completely exposed...working in the shadows to have his darkest desires and ambitions succeed. No one knows who he is or where he comes from...not even Onyxia himself. But despite his smooth and cold persona...he holds inside a rage and drive that is matched by his dragon Drako.

Weapon/Skills: Weilding a long katana to his side, Vylon has mastered this particular blade beyond any skill of its kind found in this time, and has never been defeated. Vylon also is quite strong and agile in the fighting ways of an assassin. He's not stronger than a gladiator or any of those types...but is not one to take ligthly.

Power: Through his dragon Drako, Vylon is granted the power over time itself. Finding this power at a young age, slowly throughtout the years Vylon has developed the ability to control time...either to speed up or slow down for longer and longer periods of time, granting him uncontested speed. Soon, he wishes to be able to rip the fabric of time itself and travel through time.

Writing Snippet:

We go back 20 years into the past from the present day in this time...Vylon...only a child at this time wanders away helplessly away from his burning village.

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Flames could be heard bursting in the distance as its glimmering lights fluttered up towards the heavens of the night as the young boy crawled ever so quickly away from the pillaged town to a large tree away and watched in horror. Men who he could not see in detail in the dark ran from house to house...killing the men and children...raping the women...stealing all that they laid their eyes upon.

They growled like animals...dirty and corrupt as they continued throughout the night. Suddenly, one of them saw the young boy cowering alongside the tree and quickly summoned three more to his side and persued him. Instinctively, with an overwelming feeling of panic and fear, the young boy sprinted into the forest...running as hard as he could.

In the camouflage of the night and the plants, the wicked men couldn't see him, but could hear the branches brushing against each other in the direction that he was running. Realizing his error to late, the young boy suddenly found the forest end, resulting in him running off a tall cliff. The men persuing him wisely stopped and witnessed the young boys body crash into the waters below...believing he must certainly be dead from the rocks.

However, miraculously the young boy survived the fall and found himself being washed ashore with the city of Milan hovering above. With little strength that he could...the boy opened his eyes an looked up upon the cities marvelous structure and beauty as his life seemed to fade away. In that moment...a cold bitterness was born within him...a vengence and rage fueled by a simply question...
[I]
...why...why were you not there to save my family...?[/I]

With the loss of his mother and father plaguing his mind, the young boy closed his eyes in tears...for what he thought would be the last time.

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Two years pass, and the boy is now the age of 8...still alive...wandering the world as a savage...vowing to never join the society that abandoned him. Living off of nature and its creatures...it seemed like he was turning into an animal himself.

One day however...his destiny was opened up to him as he witnessed a rare, ancient and what seemed to be an endangered dragon...a youngling running away form two predators. Without hesitation, with his two years of survival in the wilderness...the young boy challenged the predators for the right to have th dragon and won.

From that moment on...Vylon himself does not know what compelled him to return to the town he once knew. But as he grew up in his teachings with his new friend beside him...his ambitions became clear...and began to plan...began to train...to make what he wished to become real. And in all this time...he keeps the identiy of his dragon and his own secret from all...even the Dragonheart Lords.

[B]''The Blood Shards...hold the key...to my future..."[/B]


Dragons Name: Drako

Appearance: [IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/IceSton2/images.jpg[/IMG] Drako's rough skin is a dark blue color with tints of silver spread across its scales, back and eyes. Its size is like a behemoth, towering most basic building structures.

Personality: Drako is the exact duplicate of Vylon in personality and behavior. Both of their minds are connected...sometimes what Vylon thinks, Drako will react and visa versa without hesitation. Upon Drako's maturity, wisdom from centuries of other dragons in his family flooded his mind...and ever since has been protecting and teaching Vylon in his powers, as well as telling him of the Blood Shards. [/SIZE][/CENTER][/COLOR]

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[FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=Green][CENTER][B]Name[/B]: Edel Hawke

[B]Sex[/B]: Male

[B]Alligence[/B]: Dragonheart

[B]Location[/B]: Iceliena

[B]Appearance[/B]:[URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/kamikaze/kamuro01_kal.jpg]Edel[/URL]
[B]
Personality[/B]: Calm, calcualting, and distant, many think that Edel serves as a perfect human representation of the cold lands he protects. Yet, beneath his business like exterior, those who know him best see Edel as wonderful ally who is witty and charming. He has great respect for those of his order (though there are times when he believes change is needed), and is kind to all those in the city he protects, who see him as an intellingent and natural leader.

[B]Weapon/Skills[/B]: Edel is accustomed to wide variety of weapons, though he has only truly mastered one, the gladius. He carries two with him at all times, but only fights with both when he is against many opponents, or a highly skilled one. He keeps a bow on Kry' at all times, but considers himself only a fair shot, as opposed to the other DragonLords.

[B]Power[/B]: Kry' is a white dragon, descended from a long line of FarSeers. The FarSeers are among the rarest of Dragons, usually known for their gentle and wise ways. For this, they were granted foresense, an ability that gives them enhanced sense and perception. Many believe that it is almost an ability to see the future, but it is rather an ability that lets them feel what is about to happen, and let them react that much more quickly. Along with this, ability, Kry' can also render himself completely invisible for short amounts of time. He and Edel share a complete telepathic bond with one another, allowing them to communicate instantaneously with one another, and allowing Edel to share Kry' ability of enhanced perception, allowing him to react to dangers with lightning fast reflex.

[B]Writing Snippet[/B]: Edel sat still, watching the wise and venerable dragon slowly move her eyes over him, as if penetrating his mind to find his inner-most wants and desires. He stared back unflinchingly into those huge golden orbs. The only test he had deemed one worth fearing he had passed. The dragon Onyxiana had long ago decided he was worthy of the DragonLord mantle, and that had been the only test Edel had ever feared failing.
Now he stood in front of the head dragon for another reason. A reason he did not know, but was sure he would find out soon.
Suddenly, the dragon spoke, in that same ageless voice that held so much power. "[I]So my dear Edel, what make of you your time here in the golden city? Have you enjoyed showing your conjuring tricks to those young ones here?".[/I][I]
"Of course. Only by teaching can one truly learn to master any art."[/I] came his quick and sure reply.
[I]"Ahh...that is well. The other Lords tell me you do a fine job with the babes, and that they love you well for it. They also tell me that, though you find the golden walls quite different from your woodland home of Darkshire, you and Kry'sen'theum have adjusted well.
"I must admit that the change has been difficult, but I think Kry' and I are doing well enough now. But, why is it that you have called me to you Onyxiana?"
Hmmm... well, as you know, the Lord Archen has died in his battles with the Frost Giants of the North. This leaves Iceliana without a DragonLord protector. Due to your great service here, and the prowess and abilities shared by you and Kry'sen'theum, I was hoping you would accept becoming protector of that land...
[/I]
[B]Dragons Name[/B]: Kry'sen'theam (Kry' for short)

[B]Appearance[/B]: [URL=http://www.ginevra2000.it/Fantasy1/Creatures/20d_dragonbath.jpg]Kry'[/URL]
[B]Personality[/B]: Kry' is a humble and wise dragon. He has learned much at the side of his human companion, and tends to be more empathic with humans than most other dragons. Much like Edel, he is often seen as quiet and majestic. He is known to try diplomacy and subterfuge, but is a ferocious and fearsome fighter when necessary.[/CENTER][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Deadpool]

Name: Riven

Sex: Male

Alligence: Exile

Appearance:[url=http://photobucket.com/albums/d41/whitewolf_fang/?action=view¤t=SQUALL1.jpg]here[/url]

Personality: Prefers to let his weapon do the talking for him but has been known to carry on a small conversation with people. He has a dark and mysterious aura around him. He likes to be alone except. when he is around his dragon, he tends to let his darker side come out of him, becomeing a completely different person.

Weapon/Skills: Swordsmen, martial artist. His weapon is a dia katanna

Power: Darkness of the evilest form. The dragon's breathe is pure evil killing just about anyone who inhales it except for Riven but you have to be close to smell it and that is if you make it. He cna hid himself in the smallest shadow hiding from his enemies. During the night he is completely hidden except for his eyes. He can feed off the darkness in someone's heart and use it against them, making them do things they normally won't do. During the day the area around him is seveeral shades darker due to the power coming off of him. Riven can manipulate shadows at his whim.

Writing Snippet: Riven looked out over the ground as he stopped practiing with his dia katanna. It had been several years seen him and his dragon and been torn away from each other. He was about to sit down as he felt a presence behind him. He instinctively turned only to have a sword blade against his neck.

"I heard you were parted from your dragon by the guild."

Riven nodded, but said nothing. His eyes watched for a sign that he could retaliate to but saw non.

"May i ask why?"

"The business is non of your own"

"Well in any case turn around"

Riven thought about what he said and would have rather died honorably, when a shadow fell across the land and he reconginzed a certain aura. He spun and looked up to see Nemesis, alive and well and quite a bit stronger. He turned back. "Why?" He listened to the man talk, then nodded. "I am at your command" He watched the man leave then sat down, thinking about his past.

He had a good family and a good life until they sent him to train. From there he went down hill. First he ran out of money and began stealing then resorted to killing to stay alive. He easily passed through the training since he had learned from his dad and other guild masters. upon the day to become a Dragonheart Lord, Him and Nemesis entered the chamber, only to be thrown out in an instant and banished for his crimes. He remebered raiding his first trade carvan after they Nemesis away from him and banished him to another place.

He snapped out of his trance as Nemesis stretched. "We have comapany" He turned as a group of knights were riding straight for them. "Dragon catchers, let's show them a thing or two"

Nemesis disappeared into the shadows becomeing completely unseen, as Riven stood up and began practicing again. One of the Catchers stopped right beside him. "Where did the dragon go sir, we saw a solid black dragon and we figure it might be nemesis, who escaped being killed by an unidentified person.

Riven shook his head. "And you think that I will tell you" He made the black blade move a little bringing the catcher's eyes down only to be knocked off his horse by a kick.

"Get him"

Riven smiled. "Come dragon of darkness, make the world know your presence once more and fear it from now until the day you die" A blast of dark flames came out behind him and felw past him inceriating four knights. Rivne stabbed the one on the ground through the neck and twisted, making blood spill out over the ground.

The last two knights aimed their crossbow at the shadows behind Riven while another aimed his at Riven's head. "show yourself dragon"

Riven pointed behind them. "you summoned him out, know what are you going to do" He watched as the the knight's turned around to see Nemesis head right in front of them, then were gobbled down in a matter of seconds. "We go to fufill the favor that brought us together to fight again.

Dragons Name: Nemesis
Appearance: [url=http://photobucket.com/albums/d41/whitewolf_fang/?action=view¤t=Nemesis.jpg]here[/url]
Personality: Dark and evil, thinks that only the strongest dragons should be allowed to live and the weaker ones should be killed off so that the dragon race will grow stronger and stonger. Sometimes him and his Riven do not see eye to eye

[GuyYouMetOnline]

Kairi has said I can sign up as a rather, well, unusual character.


Name: Aulea

Gender: Female

Alligence: Dragonheart

Location: The Golden City

Appearance: Very good-looking. Not quite 'beautiful', but still very good-looking. She's almost exactly six feet tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She's in very good physical shape. She has a few scars, most of them hidden by her clothing. The only exception is one on her left arm. She also has an odd mark on her chest that's been there since birth.

Personality: Aulea's personality is not consistant. As a result of, um, mental difficulties, Aulea's mind is in a state of constant flux. It's impossible to predict what she'll be like at any time. However, she is good at concealing her inner turmoil, so it's not easy to tell that she's actually struggling to maintain her sanity.

Weapon/Skills: Aulea can use a variety of weapons, but she's best with her bladed staff.

Power: Aulea has air-based elemental powers. This includes basic manipulation of air. Aulea is able to control the winds to an extent. She can't whip up a tornado or anything like that, but she can certainly knock someone over, or disrupt the flight of flying creatures. Air may not seem as useful as other elements, but Aulea has mastered the proper use of her powers, and can be quite deadly with them. Aulea also has increased speed and agility. It's not a huge increase, but it can make a difference.


Writing Snippet:

Aulea placed a hand on the wall to steady herself. Things were bad right now, and she had to pull herself together. Unfortunately, in her case that was easier said than done. Memories popped into her head as she struggled against her own mind. This had once shocked her, but she was now used to it. She recognized some of the memories, but others were new to her. That, too, she'd gotten used to. This wasn't the first time she'd remembered new events. The first time had been many years ago.

Aulea remembered that night very well. She was 20 years old at the time. A man had pulled her into an alleyway and tried to rape her. For several months prior to that night, Aulea'd been having strange dreams. She's also been experiencing brief moments of disorentation. These events had been occuring more and more frequently. Aulea's still not quite sure what all happened when the man tried to rape her, but she does know that it was then when she first remembered events that she'd previously been unable to recall. These memories were hers, but in a way they were not. They were of a previous life, a life in which she hadn't been human. A life in which she'd been a dragon. It was then that she gaind access to her powers, the same powers she'd had as a dragon.

Aulea sat down as her first meeting with the great dragon Onyxia replayed itself in her mind. It had only been a month since that night when one of the Dragonheart Lords--she doesn't remember which one--found her. He, or rather, his dragon, had sensed something different about her. When he asked her, she told him the truth. He brought her before Onyxia in the Golden City. After extensive contemplation, Onyxia decided that despite her age and lack of a dragon partner, Aulea would be trained as a Dragonheart Lord. She never did get the title because of her questionable mental state and lack of a dragon partner, but she did recieve the instruction.

Aulea's mental state had worried Onyxia. Unfortunately, nothing could be done about it. In a way, it wasn't even unnatural. It had been the emergence of the memories of her previous life that had caused her current problems, as it wasn't just her memories and powers which had emerged that night. Her former mind had awoken as well. The joining of her current and former selves was what had fragmented her mind, and since neither self could be removed, her mind had to remain fragmented.

Aulea felt the stress lessen, and she stood up. The increased instability had passed for now, though Aulea knew that it would come again. For now, thought, she had things to do. She was an instructor of future Dragonheart Lords, and her students would be waiting for her. Since she had no dragon, there were many things that she couldn't teach very well, so she didn't teach them. Her job was to instruct them in the ways of armed combat. They had their dragons and their powers, but sometimes one had to do battle without those. Skill at armed combat was essential, and Aulea taught them well. It was a fitting area for her to teach. Sometimes she had difficulty using her powers, but her skill with weapons was always readily avalible for her to use.


Well, that's everything. Kairi, please tell me if I need to change anything.

[Kairi]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Alright...im starting to see more signups coming in. I'm going to leave this open for another two days so for those who have things to change in order to be a part of this rpg (you know who you are), please do so asap. Those who haven't posted and plan onto, please do so asap as well.

Thank you again for all of you and your signups, and I wish you the best of luck. After the two days I'll look for the modifications and tell who is in and who is out.
take care

~kairi[/COLOR][/CENTER][/SIZE]

[Darth Vectis]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Kain Caznim
[B]
Sex:[/B] Male
[B]
Alligence:[/B] Dragonheart
[B]
Location:[/B] Darkshire
[B]
Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Prince_Throne.jpg] Kain Caznim. [/url]
[B]
Personality:[/B] Kain is carefree and likes to lay about when he can. He likes being a Dragonheart and what they stand for. But when he is in battle he changes, he becomes hard and impossible to read. He calculates moves so that he can do his best. Kain can get a little impatient at times, so it is helpful to have Walker near by to tell him that rushing head long into something is a very bad idea.

[B]Weapon/Skills:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/ShadowKnight.jpg] Kain?s weapon of choice. [/URL] The blade it?s self looks evil. But Kain sees that fighting evil is easier when done with a weapon that gives off that appearance of evil. He is skilled in one-handed or two-handed weapon combat.

[B]Power:[/B] Kain has the power over emotions; he can supply false feelings to anyone that he sees needs it to be used on, or he can amplify an emotion the person is currently feeling. This provides useful if he needs to throw his opponent off balance and attack. But truly evil people aren?t affected by such power and Kain must use his swordsmanship skills. Kain also likes to act like cupid in a way, helping people out just a little bit in their romance.
[B]
Writing Snippet:[/B] Kain was regularly a mercenary. But instead of doing anything for money, he did it for anyone who needed it the most. He never accepted money, if you were a good person with a good reason for his services he accepted the job. And so his life was easy and rather enjoyable by his standards. People would sometimes donate food to him so that he could keep working.

But years before this Kain grew up in a normal family, they weren't nobility but Kain was fine with that. He had three sisters and two brothers, his mother worked in their bakery and his father was a soldier. He grew up around chivalry and kindness, his family treating him with love and respect and teaching him right from wrong.

When he grew up he was called to the Onyxia and was overjoyed when he passed the test. Being called into the DragonHeart, his parents praised him and remain proud of him to this day.
[B]
Dragons Name: [/B]Walker

[B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/the_call.jpg] Walker. [/url]

[B]Personality:[/B] Walker is very serious, not taking anything lightly, unlike Kain. But even so, his patients seems limitless. Taking anything Kain does or says and remains calm at all times.

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I hope everything is good, Pm me is anything needs changing Kairi.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b][Name.][/b] Izlandi Rac'zah.
[b][Sex.][/b] Male.
[b][Allegiance.[/b] Dragonheart, loose ties as of late.
[b][Location.][/b] The city of Hearthglen, located near Milan.
[b][Apperance.][/b] [url=http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/7346/albelsan9br.jpg][Click.][/url] He lost his left arm in an accident concerning another Dragonheart lord.

[b][Personality.][/b] Izlandi will not hesitate to put you down, and spit on you. He's got a rough exterior that none can penetrate besides Eranikus, his dragon. Izlandi will call you maggot, scum, anything of the sort if you don't impress him. Most say that his ego has gone to fuel this, but others speculate that he's insecure, and the truth? He wants to make sure that the world sees the truths. He has been known to not show mercy in battle, and seems to live for the fight. One has seen his kind, loving side, but the reason that no one has in recent memory is because of her death. He's become rock hard to stop others from becoming close to him, and lose their life.

[b][Weapon / Skills.][/b] Izlandi has become a master of the blade, his speed and strength incredible. With one blow, he can cleave a rock in two, quite cleanly. The metallic arm he wields is used in combat as well-as a channel for his magic and a fist to fist weapon. Izlandi has become rightfully able to call his blade the Emerald Dreamer, able to put anyone he cuts twice in the same spot into an endless sleep, filled with nightmares and shades.

[b][Power.][/b] Izlandi and Eranikus' power is quite unique. Eranikus has been called the Tyrant of Nightmares and the Shade, and the Dreamer. Izlandi can weave together nature's wildlife and the nightmaric power of a mind to make things to use in combat. Once, it is said, that he combined a nightmare of another dragon with cruel, sharp, black and firey spines and powerful wings with an oak, creating a creature that no one knows how to kill, but eventually expired itself. Izlandi can wield shadow-element powers and nature-element, in both combat and healing. No one, save Eranikus and Izlandi, knows exactly what he can do.

[b][Writing Snippet.][/b] Coming up soon.[/color][/size]

[color=darkgreen][size=1]
[b][Dragon's Name.][/b] Eranikus the (Shade, Tyrant of Nightmares, Dreamer, Soulflayer.) He goes by many titles.
[b][Apperance.][/b] [url=http://img30.imageshack.us/my.php?image=eranikus4fc.jpg][Click.][/url]
[b][Personality.][/b] Eranikus is quite sarcastic at times, favoring the venom of words over brute combat. He loves to insult along with his master, and even though he seems quite rude, he can become refined within seconds if he only applies himself.[/color][/size]

[Angelus_Necare]

[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]
Name: Sol Kaven

Sex: Male

Alligence: DragonHeart

Location: Milan

Appearance: Sol's outward appearance is no different than that of other boys his age. He's slowly chasing an adult's height, his limbs growing ever longer while he still remains somewhat stout. His body is lean and lithe, toned by average boyish activities over the years. A mop of messy black hair clashes with his soft creme skin and hangs in his alert amber eyes. The boy has a few more years to go before anyone could deem him handsome, but he seems to be maturing quite gracefully regardless.

Personality: Sol is a carefree and gentle spirit surrounded by a world of adults. He has an uncanny ability to make the best of any situation by making light of all of his mannerisims. And while he clings to what precious childhood he has left, Sol also has the ability to present himself as a young upstanding adult as it is beginning to be socially acceptible of him at his age.

Weapon/Skills: Sol isn't yet strong enough nor skilled enough to weild anything such as a sword or a stave. Thus he relies on a series of knives, darts and other throwable items to keep the upperhand advantage in battle. Although such tools are not incredibly powerful, they serve their purpose.

The boy also harnesses an ability that he has called a "shimmer". While it is not exactly magic, it is not complicated magic either. It is merely a trick of the eye, a dillisionary tactic that he uses to hide from enemies, that disguises him behind reflected light, offering the ulitmate camoflauge.

Power: Sol's dragon has given him little thusfar, as the creature is still young and considered a pup by most breeders. The two have yet to develop any real sort of powerful tactics as of yet aside from some very basic techniques.

The pup is oriented with the power of light however, and has aided Sol thusfar by the "shimmer" technique. There are also a few unnamed attacks of theirs that include altering and warping the sunlight around them into moldable energy, although it has not been perfected yet.

Writing Snippet:

[i]Well this is a bit dull now isn't it?[/i]

It was the only thought running through the boy's mind as he sat cross-legged in the large and rather silent waiting hall. He stared down at his reflection between his feet, the spotless and pristine marble floor beneith him. A vague thought skipped accross his mind as to how a floor could be kept so clean with so many Dragons and dirty apprentices such as himself triapsing through the hall every day.

As though on comand, Asche shifted restlessly, his long muzzle resting between his claws patiently. The dragon was much smaller and younger than most of the others that passed through here, being only a little bigger than a well-proportioned steed himself. He knew his place, thus he remained quiet and still. Sol turned slightly to gaze on the dragon he rested against, catching his companions pale Ochre gaze set against his brilliant scarlet scales. The boy gave a smile, reaching around behind him to rub against the soft leathery patch of skin that wasn't covered by scales.

The young dragon made a low rumbling sound that echoed through his hide and vibrated against the boy's chest. His large glossy eyes slid shut as well while the odd purring continued. It made Sol smile to make his dragon happy, and he was fairly certain the feeling was mutual. The past few years in the golden city had been long and slightly tiresome. And Sol only wanted to make his family proud, comming home as a DragonHeart Hero. He knew the waiting would be worth it. The two also knew they were painfully close to returning home as well, back to Milan and the Ocean. But there was always that chance that they wouldn't make it. There was just one final task in their training, now a game of wait and see.

Soon enough there was a voice calling for Sol Kaven and his dragon Asche. The two clumsily shifted to their feet, anxiety setting in as they were called before the great one, the one that would determine their fate.

Unbeknownst to the two, they would be returning to Milan after all.

Dragons Name: Asche

Appearance: Asche is a bit larger than the average sized horse, and is still hitting growth spurts as he ages. He is still a pup by all standards and his bright scarlet scales will soon turn to a deep crimson and he is expected to tripple in his size.

Personality: Being as young as he is, Asche has a pups energy, and sometimes a pup's disposition. He can be rambunctious and playfull, as well as being very cheeky with spells of misbehaving. While he is a bit more than a big bundle of energy, he tires himself out frequently, and will spend several periods within the day being a young laxadaisy dragon.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Dodeca]

Name: Norjt Sae'desh

Sex: Male

Alligence: Exile

Location: Rumoured to dwell in rocky areas of the desert, near Desolace.

Appearance:

Personality:

Weapon/Skills: Before his exile, Norjt had become renowned as one of the most skilled archers among the Dragonheart younglings. Still holding to his profession, his weapon of choice is a sturdy longbow, and he carries a number of different arrowheads to fire from it. In a pinch, some of the larger arrowheads can double as a short dagger or throwing knife, though his targets rarely live long enough to strike him.

Power: Dou' Lyat was born without wings, and has always relied heavily upon the soil beneath its feet, to the extent that it formed a 'link' with it. Though it is nowhere near as agile as other dragons, it has become almost imovable, and draws strength from soil and rock so long as it is in contact with them.
Norjt possesses a similiar connection with the earth, drawing out strength to aid his bow, and is able to filter poisons and toxins out of his body. Like Dou' Lyat, he is considerably weakened in artificial environments.

Writing Snippet: (I want a general history and background of your character up to the point of your judgements with Onyxia. If you are an exile, I also want you to include your first encounter with this human...and how he helped you. I know you dont know what he looks like...but please work from there.)


Dragons Name: Dou' Lyat (ocassionally mis-dubbed 'Goliath')

Appearance:

Personality: Usually appearing docile, Dou' Lyat is a relatively peaceful dragon. He
rarely makes a noise unless conversing with Norjt. Though difficult to anger, he is very defensive, and will fight with brutal efficiency if threatened.

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Sorry about the unfinished-ness, and the fact that it's about 2 days past when you were going to close the sign-ups. Just need to get home, and then I'll be able to finish this off.

If there are any problems (now or later), just tell me.

[Kairi]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][CENTER]Hey everyone...I think it's about time we start this rpg. Thank you all for your patience...and these are the individual signups whom I've chosen to participate. [/CENTER][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][COLOR=Olive]Demonchild781[/COLOR], Astdis, Takuya, Gemini_Pheonix, RogueAcholic, [COLOR=DarkGreen]Sin[/COLOR], [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Aizen[/COLOR], [COLOR=Olive]Angelus_Necare[/COLOR][/RIGHT]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][CENTER]Congraluations to all those who've been chosen...the rpg is now up in the adventure square. Please post as soon as possible. Thank you...and enjoy :D

(side note: for most of the rpgs i've been in...I've come up with a sountrack for all the characters as well as battles/situations/relationships within the story. So for starters...think of a song that best defines your character and mention it at the end of your post. This is a side thing that I enjoy doing...it makes the rpg more 'real,' and others have found this to be true as well)

~kairi[/CENTER][/SIZE][/COLOR]