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[Akieen Cloud]

[COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Maturity warning! There will be mature content in this RP. [/COLOR]

The sun was high and hot that day, just like everyday that week, looking down on the Earth from it's post in the sky. A lone figure walked along the dusty path, each step accented by a rise of the dry dirt. The figure was cloaked in black, the cloak was a thin, light material that resembled silk; The town down the path was bare and quiet, not normal for this part of the region. The figure stopped in the middle of a small road leading through to the center of the town, the hair on the back of the persons neck seemed to stand on end making it obvious that something was wrong. Pulling off the cloak a young women stood there, her silver eyes darting back and forth searching for the danger that she sensed. As if on cue a large beast lunged from the shadows of the building beside her, in a flash an arrow was planted between the monster's red eyes. It fell to the ground twitching form the swift death. Knocking another arrow she proceeded forward to the center of the town cautiously, upon reaching the center she stopped and stared hardly able to look at the sight before her, her fair skin turning pale. There in the center of the town square were the townspeople, all of them dead, charred from burning and piled as high as possible on the brick; men, women, children, even livestock. She continued to inspect the killing, her boots sounding as if she were walking through water, looking down she saw only blood. She looked back up as the screech of a hungry Raven caught her attention, perched upon the body of a dead infant it bent down to peck at the body when it exploded into a puff of feathers from her arrow. A loud growl made her spin around, her breath caught as the orange skin of a Mar'Krol showed beneath the thick armor it was wearing. She looked up as a giant shadow passed over her and smiled slightly as a voice filled her head, concern flooding her emotions.
'There is a Mar'Krol army attacking the town.'
She sent a mental reply back.
'But the town is already destroyed, I don't understand...what kind of madness has driven these beasts from the Dark Forests to kill humans?'
'There is a Tamer with them.'
she felt her blood run cold, Tamers were dangerous; they could tame and control almost any beast other than a Dragon, and if powerful enough they could tame the spirits of the dead and begin to have necromantic powers. The young women began to run through the other half of the town, the shadow following above her. As she ran she heard the roars and clattering of the Mar'Krol behind her following what they were hoping to bet heir next meal. She tripped and landed on her belly, her bow sliding from her grasp.
"Dammit."
She picked her-self up and tested her ankle, wincing in pain she she cursed again, twisted. Looking up she felt more terror wash over her as the shadow passed her. She tried a mental call and felt the fear double as a wall blocked her from calling for aid, she looked back as Mar'Krol emerged from between the two buildings and charged at her. As one detached it-self from the pack and lunged she threw out a gloved hand and spoke.
"Kaz'za"
A tornado tore the monsters apart leaving clumps of flesh and bone on the Grey stone, green blood soaking the dry dirt that rest there. Finally a mental call broke through.
'You used magic, why?'
'I'm in danger! Where are you?'
'On my way.'
She heard the anger in the deep voice and felt a shudder run through her body. Looking up from her metal connection she saw that the other MAr'Krol had finished their mean of their fallen comrades and were now advancing on her. She felt ice cold fear grip her chest and heart till a deafening roar bellowed through the streets the shadow fell on top if the Mar'Krol. He turned to the girl, green blood staining her pristine scales and claws.
'Are you harmed?'
'Not badly, nothing that I can't heal. Twisted ankle.'
His tail whipped across the alley slicing an advancing Mar'Krol in half.
'Can you walk?'
'Does hobble count as walking?'


He turned and in a flash of claw and fang killed two more Mar'Krol.
'It'll do, hobble as you say.'
She stood clumsily and hopped to the large White Dragon that was her partner. He bent his left foreleg and hoisted her onto his back in front of his large wings. He pulled back, arching his neck and let a burst of blue fire erupt from deep in his throat. The Mar'Krol screamed and ran past a tall young man with white hair and red eyes, the Tamer. His red eyes bored into her silver eyes challenging her and the dragon both. She tore her right glove off, throwing out her hand palm outward facing the Tamer she yelled over the crackling fires so her could hear her.
"The Dragon riders have returned! Whom do you serve?"
A feral grin spread across his features showing pointed teeth, his white hair blowing as the wind began to blow through the small valley. He turned on his heel and walked away, she linked her mind to the dragons and using his eyesight looked at the insignia on his cloak. A large castle, two swords, and a shield were arranged in black against the red cloth. She went back to her own mind.
'The empire...What could have happened to make that foul king feel he can take over this land?'
'A Tamer could do that, as well as a treaty with the Mar'Krol.'
'Good point Barcain, I think we should go to the high council with this.'
'I agree Aria, I think things are getting dangerous.'
She nodded as she put her black hair into a pony tail, her pointed ears now exposed.
'I believe that if he can get a Tamer, and the Mar'Krol to join him, only the High Powers know what else the King has hidden in his black castle.'
The dragon nodded and turned heading for the Heoul Mountains, towards the rebel and dragon riders home. She could only hope that the high council would be able to get more help for the upcoming war.


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Here is mine

Name: Aia Jakol
Age: 180
Race: Elf
Specification: Rider
Appearance: (See attachment) Tall and thin she has dark hair and silver eyes. She wears a black leather outfit which includes black boots, black gloves; and a thin black cloak when riding but when on the ground she wears the same outfit minus the cloak.She also wears a pendant around her neck hidden under her clothes.
Personality: She is perceived a s a cold women when first met but she is actually friendly and enjoys to have fun. Is very serious most of the time she is loyal to her friends and allies.
Bio: A a young elf she was chosen by Barcain egg and her training was started immediately. Not really given the chance to be a child she grew up quickly and learned to fight. She was sent on a mission of finding to find the cycle of the Earth she encounters a Tamer and reports to her elders. Now fears a war is close behind.
Weapons: Bow and arrow, a long thin sword as long as her own arm and a small boot dagger.
Magic: Wind

Dragon

Dragon Name: Barcain
Dragon Color and appearance: See attachment
Dragon Fire: Black[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Ugamon]

[COLOR="Green"][B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Name:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Creedence "Creed" Silberson[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Age:[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]30 (Appearence of a Fifteen year old)[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Race(Dwarf, Elf, Human, ect.):[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"] Lupine Shapeshifter (Therathrope) *Aka* Lycanthrope[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Side(Empire/Rebel):[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Rebel[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Specification(Rider, Necromancer, Tamer):[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Scout[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Bio:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Born Deep in the Woodlands and pass the Old and Crumbling Gates of the long forgotten City of Mystreas The Silberson Pack dwelled and Ran free. That was until the Empire came Weilding Man's Fire and Man's Pain torching their Forest home down to cinders. As the Flame Monsters Hunted and killed his pack one by one. The mere Pup at the time Creedence was one of three lucky or in some opinions unlucky ones that survived. Raised to speak only to the tounge of the Old men and Elves or that of the Wolven peoples forced the young orphans to stray away from their planed destinations and into Slavery for a time by the Empire. Enslaved and used as mere beasts of burden the Three Packmates spend many long and grueling years under the Cruel Taskmasters before the Rebel's minor strike led Him and his two breathern to freedom along with a small host of Humans, Elves and Dwarves and several other peoples. They pledged a Blood oath in the Elder language and gave their Lives to their saviors to do as they wished. Ever since that day the three have served the Rebellion with open hearts.[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Appearance:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"] See Below[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Weapons:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"] Fang and Claw[/FONT]
[B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Personality:[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Creedence is both a Soft and kind Hearted person as well as a fiercely Loyal and Reliable Member of any group. He can be suspictious and at times sort of Thick headed and Dumb about some things. His Greatest Weakness is his relience for defense and attack in his Lupine or Garou( Wolven) Form and his truthfulness even if at times it's only half the truth.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Drizzt Do'urden]

Name: Noah Billings

Age: 300

Race: Elf

Side: Rebel

Specification: Assassin

Bio: Noah grew up in the deepest regions of black forest. His particular clan of elves thrived on being the foul kings personal assassins. Noah was the pride and joy of his clan. Being selected personally by the king for countless high-level kills. It all changed when he was selected to kill a member of the rebellion. As Noah stalked his prey, a beautiful young elf, he saw how the rebels lived. Like rats, they lived in the masses as he had lived. Always fearing being captured, tortured, killed. Not knowing why, Noah discarded the name "Thatiot" which was his given name. And took on the name of his first kill "Noah Billings". He later met with the leader of the rebels, and joined forces. Vowing only to use his skills to aid in the destruction of the empire.

Appearance: Will post tommorow morning

Weapons: Noah's weapons are magically endowed thanks to some high-level rebel mages. He carries a short-sword and dirk. A throwing knive dispenser, and his bounty of poisons and their antidotes.

Personality: Noah is often times backward and shy. From 290 years of watching his back for the knife of the "next great thing" he is slow to trust. He has done his best to cast off his former life and attempts to make friends among his new rebel brethren. But constant fear of an attempted assassination from his clan keeps him ever alert and afraid to keep people too close for fear they could be harmed.