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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:29 pm
Username: Kaiden Skyheart
What? It's hard to focus, but my name is...:Kaiden Skyheart.
I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth: 23 years.
I remember that for the last year and a half I fought on behalf of:The Dancer.
I am, at heart, a: Warrior.
I did not know that you told tales of my: tenacity. I always just fought as hard as I possibly could, although I have occasionally heard someone yell, "He just won't stay down!" I guess that once I get to fighting, when I'm filled with that purpose, I don't stop easy. I'm not very large, but I do not give up until my body simply won't work anymore.
I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: Gentle and kind, and mildly sarcastic in my approach to humor. I hate to see innocent people harmed. What I've been told more than most things however, is that I am loyal. I don't mind saying that I am. My friends, those I fight for, they mean the world to me.
You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: I was actually a young militiaman several years back. A lot of people considered it odd, my father was a carpenter and my mother an herbalist, I was expected to follow the family trade, but I had my own dreams. Probably childish ones of grandeur and glory and far-off lands and heroic struggles....but I longed to protect people. Of course, I rarely found myself doing much more than throwing the occasional drunk out of the village pub.
She came to us one day, the Dancer. She stayed a while and danced for our town's autumn festival. Even though we'd all heard the dark rumors of trouble stirring in the east, at least for a while we could be free from such worries. She sat and talked a while with many of Gardsfelt, my village. I was among them. I may not have known her long enough that day to call myself her friend, but I knew that I would have wanted to be in an instant.
I was there, when she was betrayed by her three.....'friends'. Her other companions, and several of the people of my village were slain as they made off with her. I was angry. Angry at the destruction they'd brought to my home, angry at the betrayal of such a gentle soul....and even worse, I felt hopeless. I was just a militiaman from a small town that many people have never heard of. I was no warrior prince, no well-renowned arch-mage. I may have had a natural talent, but my skill with the blade was...well, unrefined, at best. I'd had only some actually professional training. I could hold my own in most any fight, but I didn't think that would be enough.
But all the same, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Looking back, I think that was probably the Dancer, and I also doubt that she even knew it. She moves people to do incredible things, be more than they are at the time. I said goodbye to my friends and family and followed after her. I met some friends...and some less-than-friendly allies, along the way. It was a very long and very painful road. And I came out stronger for it. Every battle, every wound I took, it prepared me for the worse things to come. And of that, there was always plenty.
We found the Dancer's prison. I was the one who shattered the chains, but in truth, I may have played the smallest part in her freedom. I felt like it was all over, I could go home with an incredible tale. But that was before she told me the story, one which made my blood run cold.
I'd never heard of the Dragon before that day, but it explained so many things. The Triplicate War. The Slaughter of Spring Bough. These were arranged by the Dragon's disciples. Things that had stunned the world, and plunged whole nations further into depravity, or hopelessness. Massacres to break our spirit, so that we would not fight when the Dragon came.
We arranged a plan, an impossible one. The Dancer had told us of the Sanctum of Shadows, how it could bind the Dragon as long as no daylight ever touched him. We could seal him in the chamber. My skill had improved greatly over the course of our journey, But amidst allies which wielded far greater skills, far more mystical powers, I was still merely a man with a sword and a small wooden shield. I didn't know what good such weapons would do against evils like this. But I vowed that as long as long as I was asked to stay, I would.
Things went wrong, and our plan backfired. We realized that the only way to trap the Dragon away, would be to seal ourselves away with him. It was a terrible sacrifice, and one I was scared to make. But sacrifice we did, and the Dragon was sealed away. We thought it would be for forever.
I remember as the stone rolled shut over the entrance to what would certainly be our tomb, as I felt the shadows take form and harden into obsidian over my body, as I heard the Dragon's roar, the Dancer's cry, the ringing of a sword on steel.....I remembered thinking that it had been the end for me.
With the Dragon free and us all awake again, I'm not sure whether I've been granted salvation or just a different kind of damnation. Either way, I promise neither success nor victory, but I do swear that never again will the Dancer stand alone against the darkness.
Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...:
A bit unrelated, but... This is the sword my parents had forged for me the day I left. It's neither magical, nor particularly special, just regular steel. But this is the sword I've used for the past two years.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 1:33 pm
What?: Nicko1421 Who is Nicko1421 It's hard to focus...but my name is...:Anderson Valeria I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth:240 years. And several of them I spent in service to...:The Dancer To whom I lent the strength of...: My Masque Magic, I currently carry six masks. When one of these masks are placed on my face my body and mental state are altered dramatically, my forms range from the angelic body of Charon, the Oracle, who uses his voice to soothe and heal, to Saber who uses a magic sword to rend dimensions. In my normal state I have the power to manipulate and create crystallized metals. The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...: trademark method of finishing my enemies, for every enemy that I am forced to fight I leave their body surrounded by crystal, I don’t like unwanted attention, I try to be the best at what I do, not the most well known. I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: very intelligent I suppose it comes with the many years I’ve lived. I am patient especially with people and always show my merciful side before my aggressive side. I am very kind I can often times be found using my powers to benefit the lives of the people around me. I won't pretend as if I don't have a dark side however, after making a mistake I can never take back I refuse to turn to that side ever again. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: As silly as this may sound I don't remember my original history, you see the price for being given my Masque Magic was the loss of my original self, it was a small price to pay I suppose, after I received my new power I spend years crafting and making the masks that give me my powers, it wasn't until I was around 120 years old that I met someone who changed my life, a young girl, around three years old I found her blinded in the woods her parents had been killed by bandits and so I adopted her, she was such a frail girl at first always fumbling around in her eternal darkness. It was when she was fourteen and the war had begun that I found myself surrounded by a horde of enemy soldiers wearing corrupted black armor. I hid the girl, Irina, behind me as I fought them off. Mask after mask I used their powers to drive them back, until I was forced to rely on my darkest creation, I had made a mask that would, if the time ever came draw on the horrible dark powers of the world. I bore the mask and its dark powers without mercy. I killed them all, one by one they fell screaming for mercy it wasn't until Irina couldn't watch them suffer she ran and grabbed the mask on my face. As she tore it from my face I impaled her with my blade mortally wounding her. She fell to the ground holding the mask a soft smile on her face, here was the girl I had raised like my own daughter, lying bleeding by my own hand she smiled and spoke her dying words and soon passed on from this world. I buried her in a crystal coffin and surrounded her grave by a tall white crystallized spire as a monument to the daughter I had lost. To this day I haven't used that mask, and I doubt I ever will for the rest of my life, I will wander the world doing all the good I can, I promised Irina that I would make up for my fatal mistake all those years ago. It wasn’t until I met the Dancer that I found my chance, after hearing that it was the Dragon’s army who had attacked my home I pledged my allegiance to the Dancer and fought by her side with my fellow warriors. I remember sealing the dragon away and the cold feeling as my body became frozen in time to forever stand as a statue. I am unsure of how many years passed while we were in our sealed state but the world we live in now is one of pure horror, I cannot stand by while the lives of so many are stolen away, I don’t know how but we will stop the new tyrant of this world. Of all your historical renditions of my appearance this is probably the closest...: 
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 2:18 pm
What?:Lythe Aeon Who is: Lythe Aeon? It's hard to focus...but my name is...:Jolyre Aegis I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth:22 years. And several of them I spent in service to...:The Dancer To whom I lent the strength of...: My magic and iron resolve The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...: superior logic and intelligence I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: emotionally made of steel. That my cold resolve motivated those around me. Although I wasn't the most friendly person, nor the kindest, I was brilliant and cold, like glaciers in the sun. That I never doubted my own motives and stayed true to them. They also told me I was honest and wry to the point of brutality. For rough facade, I was fiercely protective although I could not show it. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: I wanted to dance with her that night. She looked so beautiful twirling in the moonlight of the city's Moonage Festival. But dancing wasn't my place; destroying was. I was one of two apprentices to that city's master mage. I wielded powerful black magic while my fellow apprentice wielded the holy healing rays of the light. I was told that, of my fellow apprentice and myself, I was more suited for the destructive magicks. I took it as an insult at first but it overshadowed me and became me. Jolyre Aegis, Destroyer and Wielder of the Arcane. I would never be a creator, a healer, a revered one. But the Dancer instilled within a feeling of serenity so unknown to me I was sure I was addicted. News came to us that The Dancer had been captured. It overwhelmed me and I could not stand for the injustice. I informed my master of my quest and I left with his blessing to find what I could and somehow save her. I was engulfed in rage. I found people who shared my resolve. We banded together to save The Dancer. It took so long to find them...and even longer to reach our final destination, The Dancer's prison. It seemed an entity called The Dragon had been behind her imprisonment. The named was only a vague and feared whisper back in my lands. Something so enigmatic it served as fairytales. I could scarcely believe he existed. We came upon the Dancer's prison and stormed it best we could. I killed so many in her name. Were they evil?....I can only hope. She confirmed my city's fear of the whispered devil and it was new knowledge to most in our party. Upon our enlightenment, a plan was devised. I knew plans. It was what I did for a living. Therefore, I also knew that making it out of this plan alive wasn't in my favor. But what choice did I have? The Dancer couldn't do it alone and I liked to think I was a handy asset to our ragged little team. It turned out I was right. The victory over the dragon would require a sacrifice. A great sacrifice that even I, who saw most outcomes to fruition, did not envision. Against every cell in my body screaming for self preservation, I agreed to seal myself away with the others to keep The Dragon and his disciples sealed. The doors close and the last desperate vestige of light we had slipped away. My body stood still. Stone still. Indeed, true stone itself crept up my body. I looked as proud as I could, battle worn and scared as I was. As the Dragon screamed with the rage of defeat, I wondered fleetingly if my name would be sung...if anyone would ever find the monuments of The Dancer and her Warriors. I doubted it, another action I never did. And that doubt was my last thought. Imagine my surprise to find that we are still here, yet The Dragon had been freed? It was injust and an insult to the impossible battle we all fought to at least come to a stalemate in. It would appear that I must go to arms again against all odds of winning. The thing is, for The Dancer, I will every time. How illogical is that? Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...: 
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 3:33 pm
What?:XxImminentXFatexX Who isXxImminentXFatexX It's hard to focus...but my name is...:Deidre Elessar I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth: 20 years. And several of them I spent in service to...: The Dancer To whom I lent the strength of...: My blade and battle strategy. I can be an extremely good leader in battle but am mostly found on my own, being the decoy or being a body guard to some important alliance of ours. But sometimes I'm in the front of it all, which I don't mind either. The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...: Speed and Razor Blade Rose Petals I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: They would say I’m calculating but kind and that I have the capability to instill in others a sense of peace because they feel like I’m reliable, which I’ve also had people tell me. They might tell you that I have my quiet moments where I’m reserved and introverted, normally thinking about what I could do to make things go smoother on the battlefield and in people’s heads and hearts. They tell me I’m almost a little OCD because of the way I always have everything laid out and ready before I actually do anything with it. They say it might get me killed, and, hey, maybe it will, but at least I can say I died with everything I might’ve needed and was completely prepared to dish out what I ended up receiving. But they can’t seem to stop telling me about when I’m in battle, and I’m starting to get sick of the “you’re like an avenging angel” and “you’re beautiful even on the battlefield with blood splattered across your face!” I almost want to punch people when I hear those now. At first those compliments made me cocky but as I got older and began to learn of the Dancer’s peaceful and humble demeanor I knew that’s what I wanted to be too. That’s not exactly what I achieved but what I did get makes me proud to be the unique person I am. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: Everything was so crystal clear until the Dancer came. When she came and danced for our town everything I had ever believed in, everything that I had learned from my peers, teachers, brother, and parents was washed down the drain like dirty water. And I hated her for it. She made me realize I was a terrible person and a terrible liar and thief. At first I wanted to choke the life out of her for it but when she left there was a hole in my chest. A gaping hole that missed her dancing and her beauty and her knowledge. I sat alone for months before I couldn’t bear it any longer, I had to seek her out. I had to figure out who this girl was and why it was her who finally helped me find myself and what my true purpose for this life was. When I found her she hugged me and whispered to me in my ear something that baffles me to this day but ever since that moment I began to feel a swirling inside me. When she pulled away she smiled at me and with that smile came a swirl of rose petals and so far they haven’t left me yet. Whenever they are there it reminds me of her and it brings peace and concentration. They’re almost her embodiment to me. The most terrible thing that ever happened to me was when I began to turn to stone. The normally writhing masses of lively petals that I can normally feel inside of me began to freeze and whither. It felt like I was dying a double death, even harder to bear than just dying once and dying strait and easy. I was always living in the darkness so when the magic sealed the tomb into the dark I felt at home until the roar of the Dragon and the screams of the Dancer pierced the air. I could only imagine how much more painful this was for the Dancer, someone who was made of the light and so pure it sometimes hurt to look at her when you knew the things you’d done. The thought of her in pain had me lunging toward her with an outstretched hand and that’s the way I’ve stayed for all this time, a look of shared pain and worry and fear on my face, my hand outstretched toward her, wanting to save her from an inevitably shared fate. But now I’m back and I’m ready to help my friends and comrades once again, ready to share the same fate again if we have to but this time knowing, feeling, trusting that the Dragon was going to be completely gone this time. No mistakes or miscalculations. Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...:
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 5:16 pm
What?:Draconia Crystalis Who is Draconia Crystalis It's hard to focus...but my name is...: Leshua Li Valesti I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth: 21 years.And several of them I spent in service to...: The Dragon To whom I lent the strength of...: My unique healing powers, derived from the power to create new cells with magic in order to regenerate. This power turns magical energy into matter, which allows me to create anything I have knowledge of, so long as I have the strength to do so. This power has been formed into a tool of versatility, and while I am not the strongest of the Lieutenants, I am by far the craftiest. I can get myself out of countless situations and create many difficult situations for my opponents. The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...: Incredible intellect. I have constantly studied all manner of things since my days as an apprentice. Under that tutelage, my primary education was biological and medical, which gave me the knowledge of the body that allows me to create new cells when I am injured. I expanded on this knowledge, hungry for more, and branched out into blacksmith studies, as well as the construction and operation of various instruments of was, such as ranged weaponry. This has allowed me a broad depth of tools at my fingertips on a moment's notice. It takes considerable strength to perform such magic, but with small blessings of strength from my lord, the Dragon, I have turned what was otherwise a healing art, into an art of warfare. I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: A very level-headed person, but also strongly guided by my impulses, emotions, and desires. My desire for strength beyond what I was given led me to turn healing power into a weapon, and my jealousy of my peer, who was taught the black arts of magic, while I was kept in the light, has driven that fire all the more. And this hunger for knowledge and power is constantly growing, never stopping. My loyalty is also one of my stronger attributes, as I swear it unflinchingly to my lord. I would think not a moment in hesitation to do as he asks, no matter how heinous the deed. My resolve to grow stronger is tied to my lord, and because of that, I fear no death, and I feel no regrets. I am, however, the least barbaric and perhaps most civil of the Lieutenants, since I am lacking in brute force, I must have a sharp tongue and a sharper mind. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: All my life I have been unsatisfied. I've never liked feeling ordinary or plain. I never felt like I belonged with simple, everyday people, and I never wanted to. I looked down on all of them, knowing that something awaited me that was greater than anything they could hope to achieve. The first inklings of this future in store for me occurred when I was made an apprentice to a powerful magician, one of two apprentices. To my dismay, however, he would not teach all of his arts to both of us, and thus chose between us, deciding to teach each of us one half of what he knew. The power I so desperately sought out, the black arts of destruction, were passed on to my peer, the woman Jolyre Aegis. I, on the other hand, was taught the white arts of healing, derived from the creation of new flesh. I was not one to turn down power, however, and I studied as deeply as I could of the healing art I was taught. I went against the guidance of my tutelage, and delved into the deeper secrets of the arts I was entrusted with, learning of their darker nature. It was by no means the power that I had sought at first, but it was an adequate addition until I could steal my fellow apprentice's knowledge. I learned how to hurt, how to maim and kill with my supposedly benign power. I learned all I could from the old fool I was apprentice to, and when at long last my peer, Jolyre, left to expand her own knowledge, having learned all she could, I stayed behind. With my own hands, I killed the old fool who stood between me and the full extent of power which I so rightly was entitled to, and I went on my own journey. My journey for power began that day. In fact, it began even before that, on the day I first saw the Dancer. The Dancer was as majestic and beautiful as all the stories told, and her dance was indeed enchanting, but I was lost when it came to feeling the same intrinsic tug that all others seemed to feel towards her. I watched, and appreciated the beauty of her purity, but also felt barred-off by it, as I would have expected. Such a woman was an opposite to my own spirit, one of greed and desire and a thirst for power. If I was not one of the ones welcomed within that radiant glow, then those within it were my enemies. I relished in the thought. The whole world, full of people of just and kind hearts, all my enemies. This woman, their leader, was one I would be at odds with one day in the future, along with any followers that would protect her. It was only logical... if there was light, there was darkness. So to the Dancer, there had to be an opposing force of evil, one that I was meant to serve and gain more power from. In time I learned of the Dragon, which arose from the darkness to conquer all and send the world plunging into corruption and despair. That was exactly up my alley. That was the path to greater power. Pledging allegiance to the Dragon, I, Leshua Li Valesti, in time became one of his three greatest Lieutenants. My powers grew as I performed the deeds of my new master, one I was more than willing to serve, as he was more than willing to give me more power in order to make me a more useful servant. He used me, and I fed off of him. It was a perfect arrangement for me, as it turns out, as I one day found out that my former colleague, Jolyre, was one of the Dancer's followers and protectors. Fate could not have smiled upon me more as it was the perfect opportunity for me to take the knowledge that was rightfully mine. It will be mine eventually, the black arts. All in due time. However, in a great battle between we Lieutenants and the protectors, each guarding the Dragon and the Dancer respectively, something happened that I will never forget. It was a clever trap that they had laid out. Setting all of us, the greatest forces of good and evil in the world, all in one place, all in order to seal us away for ages and ages. The feeling of stone creeping up my skin slowly was unbearable, but even in that moment I kept a collected head on my shoulders, knowing that one day this seal would break and I would be free again. This little sacrifice made by the Dancer and her followers was only going to prolong the inevitable. It really didn't make any difference, since the moment the seal was broken, it would seem to him as though not a moment had passed. And as I suspected, after an amount of time I could not measure in my frozen state, I and my master, and the other two Lieutenants were awakened. With the Dancer and her followers still trapped in stone, the world was now ours to take over and rule. Ours to subjugate for our own growth and power and greed. Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...: This is the most accurate
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 8:22 am
What?: Sanguine Lupis? Who's Sanguine Lupis?
It's hard to focus...but my name is...: Sombra
I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth:21years.
And several of them I spent in service to...: The Dragon. But the Dancer changed me, and I now work for her.
To whom I lent the strength of...: Magic and swordsmanship.
The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...: Speed and skill with a blade.
I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: Quite funny and kind at times, but I can be selfish, and there are still remnants of cruelty in me from my time with the Dragon and his army.
You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: I was a captain of an elite squad of assassains that worked for the dragon. Me and the other members of this group would hunt down leaders of resistance and kill them off. However, one day, we met the Dancer. The other members of the group were blinded by her magic, but I, being somewhat of a mage, protected myself from the scorching rays. I tried to attack her, but her magic was beyond anything I had known. I was paralysed, and slowly she worked in my heart, and changed my alliegence.
Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...:  This is the most accurate of them all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:03 am
What?: SkittlezForMe Who is SkittlezForMe? It's hard to focus...but my name is...: Mikaela Lunettes I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth:20 years.And several of them I spent in service to...: The Dragon To whom I lent the strength of...: My ability to manipulate shadows and my poison throwing knives and needles. Note: She is able to create shadow-like creatures and hide and transport herself in her shadow. She cannot control shadows of others,unless they're dead. The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...:Quick reflexes and Stealth. The shadows of her victims appear to be missing when their bodies are found. She devours their shadows and imprisons them in hers to make their souls slaves to the Dragon. I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: childish and sort of 'playful' in a malicious manner. I like to give my prey a slow and painful death. I am forever loyal to the Dragon as he gives me the power I need to destroy my enemies. I often joke around with the other lieutenants and I keep most of my dark emotions locked up inside then use it against my enemies. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: It was my birthday! The day I killed my parents, the day I wanted to forget forever and the day I first tasted blood. It was an accident, or was it? Even I couldn't remember what really happened except for having a bloody knife in my hand then thinking over and over what is my purpose in life as I ran away. And there she was, right in the middle of a parade with the crowd cheering around her as she danced the night away. The Dancer was so elegant and beautiful that the crowd didn't even notice a bloody girl amongst them. At first everything seemed so wonderful until I realised something, the blood-covered knife I still held in my hand reflected my blood stained face. And so I thought, The Dancer could bring happiness to the world however I had a corrupted soul and killed my own parents,we were worlds apart. I left the scene finally realising my purpose in this world, to be nothing like the Dancer. I hid in the shadows with the same knife in hand, randomly killing peasants by poisoning them and watching them slowly suffer. I learned about different types of poisons and how to obtain them in the woods. Time passed and I learned about the Dragon, a chance for me to actually kill without hiding my face anymore and to destroy the world's so called 'ray of hope', The Dancer. I didn't expect it would be so easy to fool them with a fake smile and being all goody to capture the Dancer and when the Dancer's heroes arrived to save her, you should have seen the anger in their faces. The battle between darkness and light was tense but we all had foolishly stepped into their little trap. I was about to charge at one of them, but time seemed to have stopped and the last thing I saw was everyone of us were turning into stone. It was a powerful seal but all seals have to break at some point of time and darkness shall once again devour this world. Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...: 
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 8:45 pm
What?: Reku1495 Who is: Reku1495 It's hard to focus...but my name is...: Amellara Iris Croen I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth: 20 years. And several of them I spent in service to...: Myself, the Dancer. To whom I lent the strength of...: Purity. The magic of my Dance. I bring joy and laughter wherever I roam, a fact I have always been proud of. I know of the power I posses, though what it truly is, what it can truly do, is a mystery even to myself. The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...: Mercy. I am not a fighter, but a defender. If I can avoid a conflict, I will do all I can to. Violence has never sat well with me, but I will fight if must... I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: Before my imprisonment and my fate inside that...that place, I was a happy, warm soul. There was always a bright side for. I couldn't see things in the wrong light. I never saw the evil in anything. Looking back, perhaps that was my downfall. But I couldn't see that then. All I knew how to do was dance, and bring smiles to the faces of people, friends and strangers alike. I wouldn't think of hurting a soul, a trait that has stayed true throughout my life, not matter the twists and turns it has taken. I was, and still am, an enormously loyal person. Trusting, too. I keep my word, and never go back on it, being honest as I am. And though I was always showered with compliments on my talents and beauty, I could take any to heart. I was always my biggest critic. I was never good enough, never gracefull enough, never pretty enough to live up to everyone's standards. It got to me sometimes, and I would cry, thinking I'd let people down. But, of course, everytime I did that I was sure to get scolded by my loyal friends and family. And then came the Dragon. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him. Such a dark, evil creature. And I was the reason for him. He was only the way he was because of me. During my imprisonment, I cannot tell you how many times I broke down in sobs. I was the reason people were suffering. Me. I was to blame. Whatever light I thought I held, I lost it there. I saw myself as nothing more as than a bringer of death and destruction. My smiles faded. My light dimmed. Now, I find myself a timid, careful woman who can't seem to do anything right. I try to bring comfort to my wonderful, wonderful friends, but I don't see how I can. I am the reason for this new world. I have caused all this destruction. I cannot see why they would still come and fight for me. If anything, I am truly blessed that they have stuck by me as long as they have. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: I was born to a modest, well-enough off family. My mother was a housewife, and my father was a farmer. We had sheep, if I remember correctly. We lived quietly in the country side for many years. When and why I started to dance, I really couldn't tell you anymore. My memories of my early years are fuzzy, at best. Years went on, and I improved greatly. As if I were born to do it. I preformed in the local towns, and word of my talent spread. People started to come from all over to watch me. It was an amazing feeling. To see their faces light up with joy when I danced. Nothing could top that feeling. Soon, I began to travel. I went from town to town, meeting the most amazing and wonderful people. Some of which even chose to fight for me in this horrid war. And some of which betrayed me to the Dragon. My friends, or at least, those who were supposed to be my friends, betrayed me. When the captured me and brought me to him, it was the first time in my life when I lashed out in anger. I said things that I regret now. No matter my circumstances, those things were uncalled for, and I don't plan on every repeating them. The time I spent in chains was blurred. A year, maybe less, maybe more. I can't say. But, eventually, miraculously, I was saved. Six brave, wonderful people who had been fighting for me saved me that day. The broke my chains, freeing me from my prison. But, I had to warn them of what they'd done. Of who they were up against. Until then, it seemed like no one had even known of the Dragon. But, the destruction he'd caused was common knowledge. Till this day, I'm not sure if they were blinded by impulse and adreniline, or simply just that brave and loyal. But, whatever the case, we made a plan. I shared with them my knowledge of the Sanctum of Shadows, about how we could trap the Dragon there. And till this day as well, I blame myself. It was my plan, my idea that got us all trapped. Our plan did not go as expected, and the only way to trap the Dragon was to trap ourselves with him. I had hoped they others would find some way to escape this fate, but sadly when that stone finally rolled into place, every last on of my loyal followers were right there with my. I will never forget that feeling. The one of failure, of how I'd just cost six good, innocent people their lives. Their families would always wonder about what had happened to them. Their friends and perhaps even lovers would miss them dearly. Why must it always be me? Why is it always I who causes such pain? The coldness started to creep up my body then, turning my warm, soft flesh into hard, cold stone. And as it crawled up my neck, even the tears I wept were turned to stone. And I believed this was the end. I could not believe that I had awoken. It was not supposed to be that way. We were not supposed to awake! The Dragon was now free, and the world was his. Whatever second chance I had given these six 'friends' of mine (because if I was truly a friend of theirs, I would have never let this happen to them) was lost in this world. History was repeating itself, and now we all find ourselves in that same position years ago. A great battle awaits us. I can only pray the result will be better this time around. Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...: 
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 12:23 pm
Who isDreiyan It's hard to focus...but my name is...:Solace Derrager It's been so long, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth:31 years. And several of them I spent in service to...:The Dragon To whom I lent the strength of...: My bloody hands, the strength behind them, and my augmentation magics. The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...:Lack of emotion and Indomitable will. I....am probably the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: Devoid of compassion, love, and all the other emotions associated with humanity. Completely devoted to the one he serves. A shell of a human, completely filled with darkness. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: I was raised a pathetic farmboy in a quaint little village that was hardly worth putting on a map. As I grew, I expressed my extreme distaste for the other people and for the worthless life I was raised into on a daily basis. Around the time of my 19th birthday, just when the wars and other great catastrophies were ravaging the lands, I decided I'd had enough of the people I was forced to live with for the past 19 years. In one night, I'd left the village in flaming ruins, with most everyone dead by my hands. From then, I wandered, eventually coming into the service of the great Dragon. Like the other lieutenants, I rose through the ranks of the Dragon's army through my successive dark deeds and exemplary services. The Dragon gave me a higher purpose, and thus set me higher above all the other pathetic human beings. With my position came power, lots of it, and I was given the gift of magic, which I'd always aspired to wield. Opting for something modern magicians considered 'forbidden and dangerous' I began exploring the use of magics to augment one's body, and over the years I've had some amazing results. When I first met the Dancer, I realised her for her beauty, but she moved in me no feelings of happiness and wonder. I did realise, however, her threat to the Dragon...but it looks like we are the ones who are victorious. After being freed from my imprisonment, the world was ours. And it still is. Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...: This is the most accurate.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 10:24 am
Who is Zylo Allouette It's hard to focus...but my name is...: Heath Soridan I don't know how long I was like this, but before this all happened, I'd been on this earth: Twenty-two years And several of them I spent in service to...: Mostly myself, but I owe the Dancer my life. To whom I lent the strength of...: My lance-skill. Sometimes, you just need something stuck. The tales, which I never knew, apparently speak of my...: Heart, I guess. I just don't know when to give up; I always seem to be the last one fighting. I'd even say it killed me once! I....am probably not the best judge of my own character, but those I knew say I am...: Charming. Don't know what they're getting on about, though. You wish me to fill in the gaps in history? Very well...: I was once a mercenary, making my way in the world with nothing but war-skill. I was alone in the world; I didn't have anyone. It forced me to face things with a certain point of view, and I suppose to some it might seem that I had ended up reckless- but I always knew where exactly the endhome of my lance would be. Of all your historical renditions of my appearance...: (This picture, or description, is most accurate)
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