Nethrel

The Silverblade Keep As the Lords and family members of House Silverblade approached the Silverblade Keep and emerged out of the tunnel passageway through the mountain, the noise of hustling and rummaging of objects could be heard throughout the halls of the keep itself. As the Lords entered the castle, a fairly short, elderly woman standing at around 5"7ft dressed in a gown of blue with golden jewellery across her forearms was sat there barking orders at the bannermen whilst the moved various bits of furniture and plant life (sometimes even large rugs) that'd be running around like headless chicken. "What is going on here? and who are you," The Head of House Lord Huron Silverblade asked in confusion towards the woman. "Mhrm? Gah! Greetings m'dear. How good of you to visit me and my miserable mob of useless sheep. I've taken things to accord in my own hands as I believe I had more fun than this at my Husbands funeral! Regardless, decorations must be done mhm?" The elderly lady said whilst staggering over to the nearby dinning table, taking a seat with a sigh of heavy relief and clasping the nearby half full wine glass with her boney, feeble fingers. "I'd let you kiss my hand but I'd rather you didn't so let us get the pleasantries over with, My name is Lady Tara Forel-Silverblade, Born of the Forel family and daughter of Former King Syrio Forel, Former Princess of Alras and member of House Silverblade through marriage." Lady Tara bowed her head towards Lord Huron who stood baffled about what was happening, but made his way to the head of the table to discuss further into the situation with Tara. As he sat down to introduce himself... "I..." "You, Yes you deserve a matter of congratulations. For I already know whom you are and I am here to bestow my verbal praise for letting the Silverblade House thrive and live on!" "Why thank you, yes we have been fairing rather well as of late in terms of productivity and sustaining ourselves as a House. May we offer you any food or wine to comfort you from your travels?" "Many thanks but that won't be necessary. No woman can eat until the house that she lives in becomes a home. Thank you so much for your hospitality but I really must be getting on. Creator bless you m'dear," Lady Tara stands to her feet, reach aside for her walking staff and begins to patrol down the hall shouting up at men atop ladders barking orders and insults combined with one another. "Not to the left to the right you blithering oath! Don't put it on mantlepiece place it underneath the chandelier! Are we going to close that window or do we have a stupid desire to sleep with bats on our faces tonight!" ____________________________________ ((Been a while since I've done one of these, but Tara's back! Going to RP her until she eventually dies of age (or poison ^.^) she's changed soo much since I last played as her, very interesting character to flesh out so hope you all get to speak with her at some point :3))

Tara Forel treads with caution through the snow forests of Malinor, pushing aside any straying twigs and branches in her path. She has the bottom corners of her hood clasps firmly together in defiance of the cold winter temperatures. Her eyes begin to dart across her surroundings, ever watchful and vigilant for an unwelcome intrusion until suddenly, from out of the forest depths, came a figure running straight towards her. Tara froze, stunned in sheer shock at how quickly it was advancing, until revealing themselves to be a young orphan boy, one of which she had been caring for for a while now. With a sigh of gentle relief, she chuckled slightly, bending to a knee and placing a cold, feeble palm against the frozen cheek of the child. "What is it Charles, What did you see." "Missiz pwincess, I saw your papa! He comin' wiv Alras!" Despite the childs little grasp on basic language, Tara had a sound understanding of what the child intended to bring across. With an unexpected loss of breath and satisfied grin, she lavished the moment.

Name: Arwehn Snow Age: 15 Height: 5'4 Bio: Arwehn Snow was born and raised under the wing of Minwoo Snow. Tutored, trained and protected by him through all stages of her life. She never really took influence from her mother, as she saw the power reign mainly from her fathers presence. Arwehn is known to increase morale to those around her with her steady intellect and strategy of verbal skill. She holds true loyalty to her family, and places the welfare of the Snow Clan above her own. Relations: Daughter to Minwoo Snow Personality: -Wise -Positive -Determined for Success -Protective over what is hers Skills: -Writing -Archery -Martial Arts Goals: To claim power and prosperity for her family

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All was calm and tranquil in the deep forestry of Southwood. The sparrows and thrushes blaring sweet songs of morning sunrise to sweeten the atmosphere in the Anthos woodlands. Nearby villages hard at work through crops and bountiful plateau's in order to keep the lands fruitacious, and rich in harvest. As the sun began to rise upon the horizon, with it came a disturbance among the peace. A mounted figure, hooded and cloaked whispd through the wind, occasionally darting her head over her shoulder to watch her tail. The figure had golden locks, trailing from the darkness her hood sheltered. The horse she rode upon was in full gallop, matching the sense of panic between rider and animal a clear sense had struck the observing villagers that something was wrong here. The nearby wildlife evacuated path for the horses direction as the rider continued her vigorous venture deep into the woodland. ((Ignore the writing, best image I could find:L)) As the hooded figure and her mount delved into the forestry and out of plain view. Three large men mounted on broad, muscular horses halted on the horizons belt where the cloaked rider had risen, overlooking the ahead view of forestry. "Bah! She's gone!" The three riders veered their horses away from the direction of Anthos and back around into the outlands. The villagers look confused and lost on the events that just occurred. Who was this hooded being? Why was she being followed? What does she intend to do in the lands of Anthos? However without further consultation with themselves they continue their work. ((She's daughter of Tara and Braxis, Granddaughter to Syrio and Shoi :3))

Sashi'Zahr rides her Rexog winged by Argok'Zahr riding the Ogonaz. They parade into a large valley within the intense desert followed by their mob of black beasts known as the Zahr. They gradually march to a halt at the peak of the valley peering down into it's heart. "Dis vill du gud.." Argok mutter so only Sashi'Zahr can hear. Once hearing Argok's words, she peers over her broad shoulder and announces to the mob, spitting and throbbing everywhere "Vel'com tu latz Blarg!" The black horde roars with praise as the sands shake and the stone rumbles. The Zahr, have returned for good.

MC name Nethrel (Optional) Skype sarah.higgs17 Character name Maia Geminine Timezone GMT Why you are the best applicant for this character? Her known personality and history is somewhat unknown to others other then her closest relations as far as I am aware. Therefore I would take great pride in developing the foundations in her personality and later on in her life advance those foundations into a structured and balanced character to provide both myself and those around me with exciting Roleplay. Character skills (Taught by mother, father etc.) Maia during her Adolescent years idolized her older brother greatly. As much to his dislike, she would pester him constantly to spend time and attention with her. Despite his solid personality, he was a very intellectual figure, and Maia would watch her brother solve advanced problems of intellect with ease, pondering for days on how he was capable of such knowledge. Her brother was a star child, and because of this Maia was cast into her siblings shadow as their parents attention was directed entirely at Harrison. Once Harrison left home, it gave him time to reflect on how precious his families company was to him. Later that year Harrison would visit Maia frequently, giving her tutoring lessons on financial currencies, business affairs and politcal debates. This lasted on for just under a decade, until Maia was free to leave the nest as a strong independant women with a prospering intellectual mind to guide her path. Character weaknesses Maia is a perfectionist. She takes great pride on her belongings and with that, the way others percieve her. Maia would go to great lengths and extreme amounts of time to tidy herself, ensure every fibre of her is clean and presented with beauty no matter the occasion. Maia's obsession with her looks is without match. She carries with her at all times a small reflective glass bordered by golden carvings so she can see how others would see her at all times. Maia's appearance, cleanliness and beauty comes before all. Character personality Maia's personality should be reflected mostly in the topics above, however here is a more detailed insight. She lives by three words. -Beauty -Intelligence -Success No this could be perceived as both positive factors, or indeed negative factors, as displayed; Positive -Proud -Wise -Achieving Negative -Vanity -Pompous -Preserved Maia and her personality will leak out more so once I begin to Roleplay with her, but for now these are the foundations we will live by.

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OOC MC Name: Nethrel Forum Name: RainbowMistress Skype Name: sarah.higgs17 Date you Joined the Server: October 2011 Timezone: GMT+0 Roleplay Experience (Jobs/Rankings of Past Characters): Princess Tara Forel Daughter to High King Syrio Forel of Alras (During its independent days) and Queen Shoi of the Ascended. Tara also married Braxis Silverblade of the Clergy and together they had a child, Althos Silverblade, of which is now Diplomat for House Silverblade Princess Awren Johnson Daughter to High King Jake Johnson and Lona, Grandaughter to Barry Johnson. Princess and heir to Skravia. Had plans to marry the Holy Oren Pope who's name I cannot remember IC Roleplay Name: Angelica Valois Age: 16 Relation to the Family and who you're related to (Uncle Brother Sister Cousin Nephew ETC.): ((Preferably daughter to Chrestienne but flexible to change)) @-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@ Bio of Character (At Least 2 Paragraphs): Angelica was not like other girls she had the privilege of being raised amongst in the lands of Oren, her school teacher described her as an oddity in comparison to the rest of the class. Angelica was sent away by her mother at the age of 6, to a very prestigious school in the nobility districts of Oren, with intentions that Angelica would one day learn the attributes and manors that all ladies of Oren would have, However Angelica had other aspirations in mind. Angelica did not show interest in the noble lifestyle that was decided for her, instead she had great interest in the Outland woods and fairytales she was told to at a very young age. After many unsuccessful attempts to escape from her school in the Oren Capital, one night whilst sleeping in her dorm under the majestic watch of the moonlight, she snuck out of bed and down the hallway with nothing but a night gown and a candle, escaping her education for the outdoor adventures that lay ahead. 3 days went past and no sign of Angelica remained at the school. The headmistress that had taken quite a liking to the missing girl was struck with grief, and took upon the liberty of writing a letter to Angelica's mother. Once the letter was written and sealed, it was attached firmly to an Owl's foot, with strict instructions to be delivered as soon as possible. On its journeys the Owl was flying over a steep valley with a single stream of river running down the centre. The owl itself had never seen such beauty before, and gazed down at sight beneath it as it glided. Suddenly the owl struck into the side of a pine tree trunk that towered above the other tree's. The owl and its parchment tumbled down and down hitting every branch on its way before landing with a thud onto what seemed a leaf patch. The leaves rustled in its place for a while before being pushed aside to reveal a young girl, tired and exhausted, laying in the dirt. It was Angelica, and as she sat up and looked at the intruding object, she say the signature of her beloved former headmistress in the corner of her eye. She scurried over with what energy she had left to the dead corpse and fine parchment. Angelica ripped the letter open with her teeth and held the tatty letter to her face, pushing a strand of thick, blonde hair from her eyes and holding it there, whilst her eyes dart side to side. Angelica knew she had to return to her mother, and indeed her entire family before any worry came to them, however Angelica couldn't help fear of how her family might react. Would they banish Angelica for her actions? Would they punish her greatly in serious consequence? These are the questions that troubled her mind as she made the journey home in her night dress, with the letter scrunched in her hand ((I would make it colourful and better presented but at this time I'm writing away from home on my phone so ill fix it up a bit when I get homee:3))