Personality: He is an egoist where he believe that he and his kingdom must progress. From this, he does not care about the needy and the oppressed because they are simply a nuisance. He ordered a number of massacres to these people and gave reason that if the kingdom were to help these people then there is no progression. He has a great interest in the military and loves to seek knowledge. Gryk is overconfident and does not tolerate any bad opinion against him.
Appearance: Spoiler
Other: Due to his egoistic nature, he has been involved in different methods to prolong his life such as dark magic. He has achieve a rare ability that allows him to recreate his body by being a cannibal.
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
I say we need to politely ask people with chainsaws.
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
Personality: She is generally a nice person, but has a curious, sinister side. She is playful, and likes to have fun, but gets mad easily. She has a bit of a temper, and will go into rages over silly things. Besides that she is sweet and tries to help when she can. She always regrets it when she looses her temper.
Appearance: Spoiler
Other: She is afraid of water, and can't touch it. She gets "burned" if she does, and sizzles in fog or high humidity. Her hair catches on fire when she's mad.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
You can if you want. I think we can start now. I'll do the first post, but I can't right now. I will tomorrow. The rest of the fairy tail creatures can just be NPCs.
I am a fox, sly and quick. I never give up I never quit
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
"Mom, I'm going to go play in the woods." I yelled.
"Okay. You be safe sweetie!" she called back. I was already halfway out the door.
I skipped into the woods and started walking until I found my tree-house in the middle of an open meadow. I would come here everyday to explore, and imagine. I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I was in my magical forest. Fairies flew everywhere, and a unicorn grazed gracefully. I was in. I walked around, exploring what was new. Nothing had changed. This was my world, my imagination.
((I know it sucks, but I'm not good at making the first post. So, she's in the fantasy world. Remember, things can happen when she's out of it.))
I am a fox, sly and quick. I never give up I never quit
I walked to a small plant, placing a hand on it and making it grow larger. The forest was my home, and the plants were my friends. If anyone dared try and take that from me I would... ok I don't know what I'd do. But I certainly wouldn't let them. I waved my hand and the flower bloomed. "Why aren't you a pretty little thing?" I asked, not expecting an answer. I pulled some weeds out from around it. "Soon enough you'll grow big and strong, just like all your other flower friends. I looked at it for another moment. Then pulled a flower pot out of my bag and scooped up the ground around it. "I'm going to transplant you in my garden." I said stroking it's petals. I walked over to the nearby lake and sighed. "I don't feel likewalking all the way around. But I don't want a repeat of last week when I fell into the water. Dumb weak wings." I said fluttering them behind me. "A fairy with weak wings? That's pecular." I jumped. Dear lord, who is it this time. I begged it wasn't a fairy from my village.
*could be anyone*
"Even in the end --even in death-- I can't hate you." - Neri Hereford's last words.
"The Gods demand blood, for they... do not bleed." Jaska.
I rested my forehead on the table, fumbling around for my mug. This town was not to my liking. At all. Rude people, no supplies, and only one tavern, where I was now, draining a glass mug of fruit juice. I had a strict rule against alcohol.
I finished it off, dropped a few coins on the table, and made my exit. I was stopped by two royal officers- wasn't this just great. I tried to nudge past them, but blast, they're quick. One pinned my wrists behind me while the other removed the strip of cloth that I kept over my ears.
Oh, blast.
I flipped the one securing my wrists over my shoulder, kneed the other one in the stomach. They sprang up, charging me. I dodged each sword-sweep and drew my own, an elongated scimitar. I leapt over one's shoulder and stabbed through his back, pulled my sword out, and slit the other's throat.
Aren't I so non-violent.
And d'you want to know what Zaelia, the vicious elven warrior, did then?
She ran like there was no tomorrow.
hey, Jude, don't make it bad take a sad song and make it better remember to let it into your heart then you can start to make it better.
I made a little flower out of fire in my hand.The flower seemed to be alive, dancing in the flames. As quickly as I had made it, it vanished. I walked up to Ren, who was walking beside me down the castle corridor.
"Another meeting tonight?" I ask her, suddenly wondering if I had missed the last one. I was with her in the plan to overthrow the king, and my fire powers often came to use. I set my red eyes on her, waiting for an answer. The tips of mny hair began to flame with impatience after she didn't answer for a minute or two. But, I could see in her eyes, she was lost in thought.
"Yes, in the Fox n' Hound tavern. By Lake Chen, you know," she said suddenly, as if coming out of a trance.
"I am aware," I said. There was no such thing as the Fox n' Hound tavern. But no one listening in would know that. Fox n' Hound tavern was code for White Horse inn. Everything about the meetings we said in code. There were spies everywhere, and you never knew who might be listening."
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
The purple dragon had happened upon a small fairy dancing about the flowers. She was quite interested when the fairy had weak wings, or so she claimed. It was clear to Rosella that she hadn't been noticed yet, and thought that she would. "A fairy with weak wings," she paused, "that's peculiar." A small smile formed on her face.
"I love flight, it makes me feel free." Her scales glittered in the light. Her wings were very similar to those of a fairy, just a tad bit bigger. She slowly took another step towards the fairy. "You're a delightful fairy so far, wonderful, playing about the plants." Rosella looked around. "If I could do that to the plants, make them grow like you can, I don't see why I'd bother going back to my lake at all."
A slight chuckle rose past her lips. "Might I ask this young fairy her name?"
All I can hear; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". Even those tears; "I me mine, I me mine, I me mine". No one's frightened of playing it. Everyone's saying it. Flowing more freely than wine. All through your life; "I me mine".
"Calista... and you?" I asked, wary and ready to run, positive I wouldn't make it far if I did. "Rosella." She said. I curstied. "Nice to meet you." I took a wary step back, still holding my little flower pot. "Don't worry, I mean you know harm." I took another step back. "That's what they all say." I said fluttering my wings. I thought about my village, and shuddered visably. "I won't." She promised. I stopped backing away. If she said she wouldn't then she wouldn't... right?
*sorry its so short WB gah*
"Even in the end --even in death-- I can't hate you." - Neri Hereford's last words.
"The Gods demand blood, for they... do not bleed." Jaska.
Some people are hourglass shaped, some people are apple shaped, some people are pear shaped, some people are even bean pole shaped, but if we’re not careful we all become banana shaped. This is your gentle posture reminder. — Ranger