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I flit around Elysia to my heart's content. I admit to being rather nosy, actually, it is a failing that my Aide, Dazadi, reminds me of frequently. If she were not so handy to have around, I may have throttled her before now, but as she is a Dark Angel - quite a powerful one, at that - she has proven herself worthy of life far too often for me to let my anger get the better of me. Besides that, she is a good friend also.
When I am not ensuring that the world runs smoothly, I like nothing more than to seek out the magical waterfall near The Grove and stand beside it under a full moon. Though there is very little real magic there, something about the steaming crash of the water and the way the moon lights up only part of the world regenerates me.
You may spot my little friend around Elysia too. As a Dragon, Faroah leaves a lot to be desired but he makes quite a nice little imp, don't you think? He's a rare dragon in that during the Great Quest for knowledge, when all other Dragons learned to change into human form, he had a little accident. His transformation merely shrank him, and he has been unable to fix the error since. I think he's stuck this way, but he still makes several attempts to change back - on a daily basis.
Oh dear, someone is summoning me. I will no doubt see you around Elysia, though you may not see me.
Please go ahead and introduce yourself now. ^^
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Hallo, name's Othere (oh - thair). How's yah doing? Well, where do I start? I am an Dark Angel, but that's too, unforgiving. I'm a sweetie I really am. I hate all this war crap that's going on. But I'm loyal, I am a loyal Dark Angel. Anyway, enough of that... let me introduce you to, me. It all started, about, 100 years or so ago...
*very many, very long minutes later and Othere is sitting backwards on a chair. He became very emotional, and is now crying. He is at the end of his life story*
My mother put me to sleep for the last time that night, *nose-hankercheif* sining "Tu-ra-lu-ra-lu-ra" lullaby. I miss her so. *nose-hankercheif* Anyway, now that you know me, I think it's time for me to get off my soap box and someone else have a go.
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Hey. The Angel flings herself into a nearby armchair and tosses the sword onto the coffee table as she props her feet up on the glass. Her knee-length heavy boots screech on the table but she pays no attention, reaching instead for the nearest cushion. I'm Dazadi. Most everyone calls me Daz. A twinkle in her eyes suggests those people may regret such an act, but she continues. I'm Xanth's right hand. She got a problem, I fix it. Pfft, silly deities, thinking they can take on the world.
Faroah poofs out of no where to spit fire at Dazadi. She doesn't even flinch and after a moment, the flames turn into a hiccup of smoke. The tiny dragon squeaks and poofs away again; Dazadi doesn't even blink.
I love you too, Goddess! She winks at you and shifts slightly. It's then you realise that she hasn't been hugging the cushion as you thought, but tearing the stuffing out of it!
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I am Derythe, the Dragon. He continues standing there, now thinking deeply, looking like he's transfixed on something far away. After a few minutes, he decides to sit down in a chair, although reluctant in doing so.
I don't believe I should sit in another's presence. I believe it shows fair disrespect. Now, you realized that Derythe was very honorable. He showed utmost respect to any creature whether they deserve it or not.
I assume you are wanting to know more about me. He stood up again. I wish I could tell you as much as I want to tell. You see, I am an orphan. I was abandoned as a young Dragon, and as a result, I do not know much of my family or whatnot. I was brought up by a few other Dragons, yes, but I feel like I've raised myself partially on my own. I taught myself respect, for one, but I also taught myself how to be strong, no matter what the situation.
And with that, Derythe sat down once more, proud of the way he described himself. He seemed to grin some, but still sat in the chair, gazing off, sitting up straight.
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"Ehm, hello. My name is Kaethe, and I am an Angel. Yes, I know the grey wings might throw you for a loop, but, well, one can't help but let one's wings get dirty in life.
I aspire to be the leader of the Angels, and will do almost anything to become so. I suppose you've noticed my ragged dress, too. Well, hopefully that shall change soon. I have an order in for a new one, but those humans take forever!"
She begins to come towards you, extending her hand. On her palm is a small white scar in the shape of a lily. "That is from the murder of my parents, by the Dark Angels. That is why I shall fight. To avenge their wrongful deaths."
She pauses, putting her delicate hand to her mouth. "I suppose I have said to much. Well, it is of no consequence. I must take your leave." With that, she swoops up, and flies into the night.
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She is dressed in a very short dress, with choppy, knife like ruffles landing at the middle of her thighs. The dress is deep red, a blood color if you will, and seems to practically blend in with the shadows behind the figure. Suddenly she smiles, bearing a set of gleaming white fangs, almost sparkling, but how could they be in this darkness? You are shivering now, not only from the descending cold, but also from the fact that this is a vampire standing in front of you.
Brushing a few strands of black silky hair away from her red eyes, she finally speaks. I am Lamiai, a vampire if you have not yet deduced so. Her voice is soft, almost like an angel's, but you know this is just a deception of some sort...Don't look so afraid, I have already had my midnight snack... She smiles menacingly and licks her dark red lips. Well nevertheless, I am here to stay young one, so you might just have to get used to the fact that now you have to watch your back after the sun goes down...
With a wink and a small puff of black smoke, She's gone. A small piece of parchment floats down after her. You grab it and open it to find the pronounciation of her name? How odd. Lam(rythmes with ham)-ee-eye
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A women steps out from the darkness and spreads out her wispy white wings.
Hello there. I am Xarya. Xarya The Wanderer. I flit out and around to watch over everybody.
I wander around because no-one cares for me. My mother and father died when I was born so I don't know them very well. Sometimes I visit them in heaven but mainly I just wander. I hope to see you around so just call me. I will always be there..
Be there.....
Be there.....
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Peter steps into the light. You see a youthful boy, of age 18. He is wearing overalls, with paint splattered all over them. His hair is in dred locks, and he is wearing a rather large hemp necklace.
I feel my main purpose is to create art. You will see me mainly in my shoppe, which is enchanted into Saks 5th Avenue, ironically.
Peter is a man of few words. He says his peace, and he is gone
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I am Dion, a Demon.
Then, a man stepped out of the shadows. He had dark hair, seemingly black, and his eyes were completely black as well, as if pupiless. He somewhat scowled and didn't look at anybody.
You realize that Dion is only loyal to the upper Demons, and this is why he isn't showing respect as some others have.
I don't know why you're still paying attention to me Dion said. I don't like to chat.
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Placing his clawed hand on a nearby tree, the shapeshifter leaves his human state and prepares to climb the plant. The light brown, disheveled hair on his head shortens as the spots on his face and body grow darker. He crouches, for he can no longer stand. Aiden's fingers become shorter---his index finger connects with his pointing finger as the ring finger connects with the pinky. His mouth opens wide in a yawn as the last of his fangs form. Seconds after his transformation, the clouded leopard ascends the tree. Your view of him is obscured by the dense foliage.
Not much shall be told about Aiden in this introduction post. Perhaps you shall know more about him later?