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Memories in the Mist Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:55 pm
XXDark wings they are descending
XXXXSee shadows gathering aroundOne by one they are fallingXX
Every time they try to strike us downXXXX Once your profile has been approved, it shall be posted here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:04 pm
XXDark wings they are descending
XXXXSee shadows gathering around THE GENERAL INFORMATION ➸ HAD IT SINCE BIRTH Raquelle Mickey de Leon ➸ EVERYONE CALLS ME Raq, Mick, Mickey ➸ I'VE BEEN AROUND MANY YEARS Twenty two ➸ EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL DAY February 29th ➸ I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS Female ➸ ONLY HAVE EYES FOR THEM Straight ➸ THEIR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS Her father [blacksmith]
Her mother [apothecary]
* Although she has no idea whether they are still alive or not We're in the Fight of Our Lives ➸ I'M ALSO REFERRED TO AS The Elemantal Mage ➸ CAN'T GET THROUGH WITHOUT THEM The Animal Mage
The Shapeshifter Mage
The Weather Mage
The Light Mage ➸ YET THEY SLOW ME DOWN The Dark Mage ➸ I'D GIVE MY LIFE FOR THEM The Animal Mage IT MAKES ME WHO I AM ➸ I JUST CAN'T RESIST + Fighting
+ Independence
+ Leading the brigade
+ Her powers
+ Animals
+ Her horse, Dangerous Victory [Reckless]
+ Battles
+ Danger
+ Taking risks
+ Strategy
+ Thunderstorms
+ Night
+ Loyalty
+ Challenges
+ Practice
+ Victory
+ Strength
+ Having no fear
+ Staring death in the face
+ Taking chances
+ Thinking on her feet
+ Delving into darkness
+ The unknown
+ Being in charge
+ Defiance
+ Being different
+ Arguing [sometimes]
+ The Animal Mage, The Light Mage, The Shapeshifter Mage
+ Running on her horse
+ Being alone with her thoughts ➸ DON'T CARE FOR THOSE - The darkness
- Betrayal
- The Dark Mage
- Fear
- Disobedience
- Being ignored
- Going "rogue"
- Defeat
- Being underestimated
- Her mind not being clear
- Being questioned
- Losing control
- Being told what to do
- Arguing [sometimes]
- Wasting time
- Distractions
- Not knowing where they are going ➸ FEARS WILL ONLY SLOW ME DOWN x Not defeating the darkness ➸ EVERYONE'S GOT A MELODY Stand My Ground -- Within Temptation
Overcome -- Within Temptation
Keep Holding On -- Avril Lavigne
Unbreakable -- Fireflight
Stand In The Rain -- Superchick
Change -- Carrie Undewood
Stand -- Rascal Flatts
Anyway -- Martina McBride
Wild One -- Faith Hill
Can't Take Me -- Bryan Adams
I'm Still Here -- Johnny Rzeznik ➸ DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME > Strong
> Fearless
> Hard working
> Determined
> Tough
> Iron willed
> Intelligent
> Guarded
> Focused
> True leader
> Cold [at times]
> Distrusting
> Stubborn
> Defiant
> Dangerous
> Loyal
> Fighter
> Always speaks her mind
> Won't be pushed around
> Rock solid
> Sharp tongued ➸ LIFE BEFORE IS ONLY A MEMORY Mick was born in southern Edmore to a peasant family. She was raised by her mother, who was the town apothecary (healer) and har father was the blacksmith. Her mother had a gift for herbs and healing, while her father excelled with fire and metal. When she was young, her father gave her the affectionate nickname of Mickey while her mother still called her Raquelle. Mick enjoyed watching her father work, though got herself in trouble many more times than she stayed out. She burned herself many times on her father's tools as she watched, intrigued, as he worked. She loved watching him work with swords and knives, but one of her favorite jobs to watch her father do was putting on horses' shoes. She loved stroking the gentle beasts as they stood for her father. She loved horses ever since. She would come to the shop every day she wasn't with her mother or working at the farm and get sword lessons from her father's apprentice, Navain. He was quite a few years older than her, but she caught on quickly. She began practicing when she was five, and by the time she was seven, she was almost at the point of mastering it. Of course, she wasn't nearly as good with a sword as Navair was. He would tell her stories about the palace and learning to swordfight under the army commander. Mick was entranced by these stories and grew to look forward to her sword lessons.
But there was still the farm. Mick was working with the animals when she was five, plowing the fields with the two Percheron horses the family ownerd when she was six. She loved working with the earth. It seemed to just move at her whim. Mick loved plowing and planting, watering and harvesting. She learned that hard work paid off at a very young age, and that's what gave her her unshakable faith in it so much later in her life. Mick was very devoted to her farm work and her sword lessons. She would spend afternoons watching the sun beat down on the fields and stare at each green blossoming plant before her eyes. She loved it. She loved the Earth, she loved the plants. She loved watering, she loved water in general. She also had a small gift with fire. She could start a full blown fire from a simple spark. What she didn't know was that she was blessed with elemantal powers.
A few weeks later, a mage came to town. He was a funny man, telling jokes and playing pranks on the town kids. Mick had seen him playing around her father's blacksmith shop, and saw him grow flowers for a fair maiden and pluck them. She giggled, watching the man. He made the water in the well dance. He struck the bonfire up with a snap of his fingers. He made the wind gently rustle around his robes, aking them dance in circles around him. He played with the animals, seemingly talking to them. Mick was very impressed. Her father came up behind her her and chuckled. "Impressed there, Mickey? That's the king's personal mage. He's the only one in this land that has magical powers since the Dark Ages. But be warned- he's a lot older than he looks!" Mick's father chuckled and went back to work, whistling a tune. Mick was left alone with her thoughts. She wondered it she could do that. She wanted to at least try!
When she got home that day, Mick decided to play. She wanted to act like that mage did. She began to mumble random words and snap her fingers, giggling. After about a half hour of that, she sat down, exhausted. She began to tap her fingers on her knee and stared out at the plants. She stretched her arms above her head, but as they rose, so did the plants. Only slightly, however, Mick noticed. Confused, she did the same thing. They grew a small bit again. In shock, Mick began to wonder: what if she did have magical powers? What would happen then? Mick slowly turned her head toward the well and pointed at it, then snapped her hand back toward the fields. Ever so slowly, a trickle of water appeared from the cracks in the stone and began to slither toward the fields. Astounded, Mick's hazel eyes grew very wide. She shut her eyes and concentrated, her face squished up as she focused on the water. All she wanted was to move that water. As Mick focused, the easier it became. Soon enough, Mick was getting the hang of moving water. From a trickle, it soon became a small stream. As the sun beat down, Mick began to get a bit hot from working on it. And tired. Mick stopped, not noticing that she had already watered a lot of the fields. She stretched her arms above her head, forgetting that the plants grew each time she did that, and the plants seemed to rocket skyward. Startled, Mick snapped her hands toward her. Suddenly, a gust of wind came rushing at her, sending her hair flying backwards. Mick shook her head, her hair shooting everywhere, and she stopped. She stopped moving, stopped thinking. Then it hit her: she was a mage! Should could control the elements! The only thing she hadn't tried was...fire. She shuddered at the thought. She could only try fire after she had a lot more practice with everything else. Fire was way more dangerous than wind or water. Or even earth.
After Mick realized this, she began to practice. Being only six at the time, she still had to go with her father to the blacksmith shop. Which also meant Navair, which meant sword lessons. As her nimbleness with a sword progressed, so did her mage talents. She would excuse herself to the town's garden, which her father believed, since he knew about her love of growing things. She would secretly practice her earth and water talents, makign the plants grow a bit each time. She would also focus on watering the plants without touching the water. As each day passed, her talents got much better. She began to meditate during her free time, focusing on her inner power and nurturing it. She began to learn about everything that her talents could cover. She could plow and plant a field with the snap of her fingers. She could water the fields by simply pointing at the well and then the field. Of course, she still loved doing it herself, especially using the horses. She loved working with thr ground with her fingers. But still, her powers came in handy.
She also enjoyed riding the horses. When her chores were done, she would hop onto her favorite Percheron, the sixteen year old gelding, named Roque. He always did what Mick wanted, especially when she was just learning to ride. She would ride home alone, but would also ride into town as well. She was a natural on horseback. She moved effortlessly with Roque. She could bend him to her whim at a moment's notice. She loved to just gallop across the grassy plains of her small hometown, and especially loved to lay in a meadow near her house while Roque grazed. She became veyr nimble on horseback, and sometimes even practiced her powers on his back. One time, though, she almost brought a tree branch down on their heads. After that, Mick decided to leave the practicing on the ground. However, Navair began to teach her how to combat on horseback. He taught her how to whip out her sword using the correct hand and different moves to be manuevered on horseback. Mick practiced, and practiced, and practiced. She became just as good with a sword on horseback as she was on the ground.
But there was still her powers to be worried about. She had been meditating through the years as she got older, now being fifteen. She had mastered earth and water. But there was still wind and fire to be handled. Now she didn't have to go to her father's blacksmith shop, but still sometimes visited. She enjoyed watching her father work, and, though she wouldn't admit it, had a very small crush on Navair. She enjoyed his lessons, but now, she could almost beat him in a sword match. She usually want to spar with him for practice, but sometimes just went to hang out with him. Just to be friends was enougfh for Mick. Her dad was very proud of how his Mickey was coming, although her mother wasn't too happy. She wanted her daughter to be her successor in the apothecary business. But, if Mick was going to be anyone's successor, she would be her father's. She loved his business. Her mother was also disapproving of how her daughter dressed. Mick used to wear dresses, like the proper women of the town. But as she grfw older, the big busty skirts began to get in her way. So, she secretly bought a large collection of breeches, shirts, boots, and bustiers. From then on, Mick would normally be seen in riding breeches or work breeches, tall brown or black boots, and billowy shirts with leather cinchers or bustiers. She also, without fail, would have her knife belt on her. She wouldn't go anywhere without it. Mick became known throughout the town as the scandalous female, since she refused to wear proper clothing. Because of all the disapproving treatment, Mick became stubborn and a bit hard-headed. She became somewhat sharp-tongued and didn't like people talking about her. She would have rather had people say it to her face than behind her back. However, she ignored this all, knowing that she needed to be focused on what was coming.
She had found out in a dream that the Darkness was rising again. Much weaker this time, but it was still rising again. She also found out that she was set with the task of pulling together a brigade of mages, six of them, that were also born with talents. Now, since no one else had powers, Mick was put with an extremely hard task. She had to find these other five in the whole land of Edmore. She was left wondering whether the other mages know about their powers, and if they knew about the darkness, or not. Either way, Mick knew that she needed to perfect and master her powers. She had already gotten earth, water, and air down perfectly. She was also doing very well in her meditiation. But she still had yet to try fire. She knew she had to master that to fully fight the darkness. She became very determined, and decided to try her fire ability in the field where the town's bonfires were supposed to be held. She knew no one goes there during the time that the fires weren't up. But there was always the kindling. Mick tried to recall what the mage did when she watched, but she could only remember him snapping his fingers. Mick focused her attention on a spark inside of her. She aimed all her power at the bonfire, and then snapped her fingers. She opened her eyes: nothing. nothing was there. Getting a bit flustered, Mick forced all her power at it and snapped her fingers once again. Mick heard a large crackle, and suddenly, felt heat. Mick opened her eyes and stepped back in horror. She had created a monstrous fire! Mick's mind scrambled as she fought to think of something. She reached inside herself and found her inner power, though it was dwindling with the amount of effort she put into her fire. She soon found a small pond near the woods, and pushed the water from the pond into the fire, extinguishign it slowly. Although, by then, it had begun to spread. Suddenly, an idea came to Mick. She may not be able to control weather, but she could still summon water. She raised her hands to the sky and brought them down quickly, pulling a water filled cloud with her. It dumped the water on the fire and eventually was put out, but Mick was exhausted. Magic was very exhausting, and too much at one time could kill her. Mick slumped against a tree for a short nap. However, when she woke, she heard shouting. And the moon was high in the sky. Suddenly alarmed, Mick raced back home. She burst through the door with soot on her face and was immediately met by a stern faced father and a red eyed mother. She was in huuuge trouble for disappearing. She was grounded for the rest of the month (which was almost four weeks). She wasn't allowed to leave the farm. She was to work the fields and take care of the animals. Nothing else.
For the rest of her groundation, Mick rode her horse, planted and worked the fields, and mastered her powers. By the time she was done, she was working on battle spells. She could summon any sort of element and bend it to her whim, making it attack a dummy that she had created. Although fire burned it up, Mick was getting much better with her powers. She had mastered her riding and swordplay, and the only thing that was left was finding the rest of the mages.
On her eighteenth birthday, Mick was given a dangerous stallion. She had seen him in the woods, on another person's property. He was a gorgeous black draft horse, one that reminded her of Roque. When she got this animal, she named him Dangerous Victory, Reckless for short. She was given the task of training him for her riding and battle. He was definitely a fiery stallion, that was for sure. But Mick was equally as fiery. After a fair amount of fights, Mick won him over. He began to work well for her, and eventually, after many damaged limbs and wounded pride, Reckless was an angel for Mick. He was completely devoted to her and fearless in any situation. he fit her perfectly.
After Reckless was trained, Mick left her hometown. She set off to search for the other mages, eager to get started. Over the years, she had become a tough girl who you wouldn't mess with. She became stubborn and strong, and somewhat cold and distrusting. She was determined to fight this darkness, and would do it with no fear. She became a fearless leader, and will fight until her dying breath. ➸ MY PARTNER IN CRIME Leopardstreak One by one they are fallingXX
Every time they try to strike us downXXXX
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:07 pm
XXDark wings they are descending
XXXXSee shadows gathering aroundReserved for The Animal Mage One by one they are fallingXX
Every time they try to strike us downXXXX
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:09 pm
XXDark wings they are descending
XXXXSee shadows gathering aroundReserved for The Shapeshifter Mage One by one they are fallingXX
Every time they try to strike us downXXXX
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:13 pm
XXDark wings they are descending
XXXXSee shadows gathering aroundReserved for The Weather Mage One by one they are fallingXX
Every time they try to strike us downXXXX
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:14 pm
XXDark wings they are descending
XXXXSee shadows gathering aroundReserved for The Light Mage One by one they are fallingXX
Every time they try to strike us downXXXX
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:16 pm
XXDark wings they are descending
XXXXSee shadows gathering around THE GENERAL INFORMATION ➸ HAD IT SINCE BIRTH Guntram Hramn ➸ EVERYONE CALLS ME Raven ➸ I'VE BEEN AROUND MANY YEARS Twenty-One ➸ EVERYONE HAS A SPECIAL DAY October 1st ➸ I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS Male ➸ ONLY HAVE EYES FOR THEM Hetro-Sexual ➸ THEIR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS His Parents
Twin Brother(The Weather Mage) We're in the Fight of Our Lives ➸ I'M ALSO REFERED TO AS The Dark Mage ➸ CAN'T GET THROUGH WITHOUT THEM The Weather Mage
The Shapeshifter Mage
The Animal Mage➸ YET THEY SLOW ME DOWN The Elemental Mage ➸ I'D GIVE MY LIFE FOR THEM The Shapeshifter Mage IT MAKES ME WHO I AM ➸ I JUST CAN'T RESIST Being wanted(By a certain few)
Black
Blood Red
Darkness
Despair
His Daggers
Victory
Hatred
His Powers
His Horse,Ashriel ➸ DON'T CARE FOR THOSE Happiness
Light
Bright Colors
Joy
Caring
Kindness ➸ FEARS WILL ONLY SLOW ME DOWN Rejection From Love
Rejection From The Shapeshifter Mage
Being Alone Forever ➸ EVERYONE'S GOT A MELODY To Hell With Angels-Abigail's Mercy
Hollow Life-Korn
Control-Puddle Of Mudd
Prelude To Domination-Dr. Steel
The Unforgiven-Metallica
Helden-Apocalyptica feat. Till Lindemann➸ DON'T TRY TO CHANGE ME Cruel
Ill-Tempted
Full of Hatred
Twisted
Sadistic
Full of Darkness
Demented
Cold at Heart
Lifeless ➸ LIFE BEFORE IS ONLY A MEMORY Guntram was born 21 years ago with his twin brother, The Weather Mage. He grew up a normal life, or so it seemed. Guntram about 5 years ago found he had powers that none other teens his age had, except his brother, they were different and other soon noticed and pushed them away, which upset Guntram more then anything else. He was soon greeted by the darkness which he gladly accepted, to get back at the people who pushed him away and hurt him not so long ago.
Guntram does hate being rejected and pushed away, but has learned to deal with it from most people, only a few can hurt him that way anymore, his brother and The Shapeshifter Mage being those few. He though won't show that weakness to either of them, afraid they could use it against him and hurt him like no other. Guntram loves the power that was given to him by the darkness and has learned to use it to his advantage and use it against the ones that upset him in any way now growing strong with it and enjoying the feelings it sent through him. He can't wait to see what the future can bring for him and the ones around him that he cares for. ➸ MY PARTNER IN CRIME Little Sholac One by one they are fallingXX
Every time they try to strike us downXXXX
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