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Premades:

Username: hurricanefan
Name: Amara
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Weapon: Bow of Earth
Powers: The Bow of Earth gives her the power to weild the Earth element. This gives her contorl over the maturation of plants, Communication with animals, Control of the ground, and the summoning of Golems.
Personality: Amara is a creative person. She has an overactive imagination, which leads many to see her as odd. She loves animals making her soul perfect to weild the Earth element. She cares deeply for people, but revenge and hatred can strike easily through her body if tempted. She can have very bad mood swings and is very tempermental when bothered.
Bio: Amara was born and raised in the woods. Her elven nature and heritage courses throughout her veins. She grew up among the elves, not really having the knowledge of human and other race behaviour. She was chosen by her clan of elves to weild the bow and arrows that where sealed away hundreds of years ago.
Appearance: Amara

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Username: LukeCatBoy
Name: Clyde
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Mace of Wind
Powers: The Mace of Wind provides Clyde with the power to control tornadoes and create them. Change temperatures at will. The ability to fly and hover over distances, and summon harpies
Personality: Clyde is the joker of the group. He always has something sarcastic or funny to say. Although he is inferior to strength and defense because of his race he still sees himself as superior. He is very vein but can care deeply for others.
Bio: Clyde grew up ina small village on the outskirts of everything. He was isolated from alot of the other creatures and beliefs. He knows the human history well, and studied hard in school. He graduated from highschool, and began working as a laborer making him perfect to weild the Mace of wind.
Appearance: Clyde

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Username: Ilfirin iire
Name: Arlene
Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Weapon: Staff of Light
Powers: The Staff of Light provides Arlene with the power to control electricity. Create and manipulate light itself. Change colors at will through light manipulation, and summon fairies that have the ability to cure the wounded.
Personality: Arlene is bubbly and flirtacious. Although she doesnt let this get in the way of a hard days work. She cares deeply although she can be agressive towards those that threaten to hurt or manipulate her friends. She has an outgoing personality but is shy around new faces. She never makes the first intitiation towards anything.
Bio: Arlene grew up in a mountainous valley. Her clan of angels lived there secretly for many years, until there presence was discovered and accepted. Now Angels live throughout the continent. However Arlene stayed in her valley, and started work as a healer, making her perfect to weild the Staff of Light.
Appearance: Arlene

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Username: muchimun
Name: Kurt
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Weapon: Sword of Fire
Powers: The Sword of Fire provides Kurt with the ability to manipulate and create fire. Turn any substance or item into magma. Control temperatures at will, and summon phoenix's.
Personality: Kurt is very quiet. He never really has much to say. He makes up his lack of speech with his powerful exterior. Although he is quiet he is very agressive. He is protective, although he may not say the words, his actions tell you otherwise.
Bio: Kurt grew up in the cavernous region of the continent. He lived with a clan of vampires. Fights with other clans caused diversion throughout his. The vampires split up, and now live throughout the continent. His blood sucking days are over, as some of the vampires left the disgraced feeding to fit in with other groups of races.
Appearance: Kurt

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Username: xXxwildCherryblossumxXx
Name: Melanie
Gender: Female
Race: Siren
Weapon: Daggers of Water
Powers: The Daggers of Water provide Melanie with the power to manipulate and create water. She has the ability to freeze materials and items at will. Control the weather, and summon Sea Serpents.
Personality: Melanie is very rude and sarcastic. She has the strong attitude and always the cocky expressions. She has the beauty of a siren, but the attitude of a witch. She does not like to work with others and it is very difficult to penetrate her hard exterior. She does not like to get close to people, but oddly enough she likes to talk. She has a strong work ethic and knows how to live without the comfort of luxuries.
Bio: Melanie grew up in a large lake with many other sirens. She never used her ability to attract men, mainly because she doesnt like people. Her personality is exactly opposite that of any other siren making her an outcast. She roamed the continent living off the land which made her a perfect candidate for the Daggers of Water.
Appearance: Melanie

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Username: Aikky
Name: Morgan
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Weapon: Katana of Darkness
Powers: The katana of Darkness provides Morgan with the ability to control electricity. Manipulate and create shadows. Use shadows as a means of transportation, and summon Dragons.
Personality: Morgan is cold and selfish. He lives the world for himself, not giving a care for anyone else. He sees himself as superior that deserves the best in life. He ahd never cared for anyone only the power that he himself should control. His cold nature gives him no guilt and he lives without a conscience.
Bio: Morgan grew up in small village. He studied hard in school, but never really talked to anyone. Noone knew where he spent his time outside of school. He researched hard into the history of the elements. As he got older he devised a plan to unlock the Katana of Darkness. He stole the enchanted weapon. The cold, nature of the katana blended with his own dark heart. A she wielded the weapon his body contorted and changed, giving him a different appearance.
Appearance: Morgan

Amara rested her head into the v shape her hands formed. Her belly pressed lightly on the rock that she was laying on. A large glimmering stream swept its place in front of her, as its gentle sounds reached her slightly pointed ears. The alrge green suit, and tunic of her elven heritage tightly clung to her tiny body.

She flung herself up into a sitting position, and stretched her arms high above her head as if reaching to touch the clouds. She yawned deeply, as she flung her legs over the edge of the rock. She braced herself as her feet slid into the soft blades of grass. Her movements were swift and didnt make a sound, her body seemed to float towards the stream her dark wavy hair flowing behind her.

She peered over the edge of the stream, a reflection of her thin face shone back at her. Her deep green eyes pierced the stream before her, and her pale face didnt seem to match. Her face was small and slender, she had high cheekbones that framed her face, and her pointed chin and ears, made her a distinguished elf.

She rose to her feet, the wildlife being pretty boring to her today. "No even a single peep froma crow" She murmured to herself as she started to move towards her clan of elves. She thought for a second ' This isnt good, a quiet forest, is a dangerous forest' She stopped moving and closed her eyes, listening intently and sure enough, there really was not a peep. "Something is wrong" She sadi to noone in particular as she continued to walk, more alert now. She ahd to reach her village, she had to protect herself, something wasnt right, and she did not have her bow and arrow to protect her. She ahd made it herself a long time ago, she was inspired by the tales of the Legendary Hero who wielded the Bow of Earth,a dn triumphed over evil. She wanted to be like that hero, adn trained very hard. Now, she was the most skillful bowman in her clan.

She was almost there now, a few more feet through the errie silence and she should hear the bustling of her people, the mimicking of their words, the hushed voices of the gossip, it should all be reaching her ears soon. The familiar sound, her ears pounded, straining to hear the beautiful sound sof her people, the beautiful sounds that will reassure her survival, but they never came.

Amara reached her village, shocked at what she saw. Nothing.. everything was dmeolished, burnt destroyed. Nothing weas left, noone was there. The smell of burnt wood and burnt flesh filled the air. Anger and tears started welling up inside of her as she fell ahrd to her hands and knees. "What si the meaning of this!" She screamed in agony, pounding her fists into the once lush grass. Black residue of ash, covered her hands, and flew into the air around her. They burnt her eyes, but she did not care. She jumped ot her feet and ran through the once beautiful village, ashes flying around her. "who could have done this, What do you want?" She fell to the ground, the tears still coming, seeming to never end. She opened her eyes, and saw two large black shoes in front of her. She looked up to see the strangers face, but her bodty couldnt take it anymore, and she slumped forward, as the figures appearance seemed to get more and more blurry his face distorting until she saw nothing but darkness.

Arlene yawned and stretched her arms up as high as they could go. She got up from her feather bed and walked out into the warm sunlight. Everyone seemed to be up already, she joined them around a warm fire and took a plate of breakfast for herself. "Hey Arlene." Said a blonde hair blue eyed boy of about 19. "Hi Logan." She said smiling widely.

Logan was the boy that Arlene was supposed to marry, they were promised for each other. They were both the most promissing children of their clan. Arlene really liked Logan but she didn't think he was the one. The angel believed that love was all about being with the one you really loved. She just couldn't bring herself to settle for anything less.

"How are you this morning?" Logan asked taking a seat beside her. "I'm fine." She gave him a grim smile, "And yourself?"

"Good." Arlene could tell how hard he was trying to win Arlene's love. "Excuse me." Arlene said to Logan. The angelic girl walked over to the elder of the clan. "Mailith, can I talk to you?"

"Of course my child, what is it?" The old women was tiny and wrinkled, but she was the most respected person in her village.

"I want to go travelling and see the world."

"What about Logan, you are betrothed."

"I know, but I don't feel I can settle down untill I see more of the world. Please let me go, it would mean the world to me." She said practicly begging on her knees.

The old women thought for a moment, pondering her answer. "You may go, but only for 3 months. That is all, after that you must marry Logan. It is your destiny."

The angel then left and began packing her things for travel. When she was done she silently left so Logan wouldn't catch her before she left. The girl didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do, but she just felt she needed to meet new people and expierence things other than life in the village.

Arlene began her 3 month journey, out to discover the wonders of the world, and maybe even meet some new people. But just as the adventure was about to begin her heard a voice, "Arlene! Wait Arlene, don't go!" It was Logan, Arlene frowned and stopped. "Logan, please, just go, I promise I will be back." She said turning around to face the distraut man. "I will come back." Arlene gave him a reasuring smile. "Okay. Go, just one thing before you do." He planted a passionate kiss on her lips and turned back to the village. That was Arlene's first kiss, it was good. She just stood there stairing at the village, but soon came to her sences. "I must keep going, if I don't, I will never know what's out there." So then she really began her journey.

Amara trudged further through the forest. With every step their was a new question unanswered a new patch of hatred burning inside of her. She was going to make whoever did this to her family, her friends, her village suffer.

She came across a large lake, the lake she and her friends swam at. She peered into it, hoping that she would see her friends images behind her smiling, laughing at the prank they just pulled. She knew however that that was a dream and wouldnt happen.

She curse dunder her breath and set the box on the ground next to her. She then dipped her hands into the cool liquid washing off her hands, and then pouring the water up her arm, until they also were ash free. She couldnt bare it anymore, she stood up and jumped into the lake. She wanted all the filth, all of it to be gone from her skin, her body, her clothes. She dunked herself underwater, and rubbed her clothes and skin until all of the ash was from her body.

After she was done, she pulled herself out of the lake, and crawled to the grass where the black box lay. She had the urge to throw that in the lake as well, throw it as far as she could, throw all of her pain and misery away. She couldnt. She would live with this tragedy forever. Until, until she found who was responsible.

Melanie heard a splash of water as she left the large cool lake. She turned around, and she saw an elf lying on the grass holding a black box, like a child would hold a security blanket. She walked back, hoping that the elf could help here, "where's the next town?" Her voice was blunt, and unused for so long it came out harsh and demanding.
Once again, she felt a small tug at her heart, telling her to leave the elf and go on, but her mind told her to stay. The elf had what she wanted, knowledge and most likely some food. Strangly, Melanie felt no call in herself to be cruel to the elf, or at least yet. The elf's features were drawn into a broken face, mixed with sadness and anger. Why would she hurt someone who couldn't be affected by her power? Or at least right now.

Clyde grunted, Lifting up yet another box. He swung it up so it was balancing on one of his broad soulders and awkwardly headed out the door of his uncle Jordan's old shop.
Once outside, he gently laid the box on the cart, already stacked high with other boxes, all awaiting the time when everything was finally packed, and the moving would begin.
"Clyde?" A voice called from the village. "Hey!"
Clyde turned to look at the speaker, It was Rona Eastward, a short, blond, bouncy girl he had always been friends with. "Hey Ro!" He responded. "I thought you were supposed to be at your grandmothers?"
"I was." She answered. "But it was boring, so I left" She stuck out her tongue.
Clyde rolled his eyes. "You know how worried she'll be..."
Rona laughed. "Worried as a rock. Do you have any idea how much she drank this morning?"
"Prolly more than I have all week!" Clyde answered. "But really, whats up?"
Rona looked down and scuffed a worn shoe in the dirt. "You could see right through me eh?"
"Call it womens intuition."
"Your a man Cly."
"Lemme check."
Rona swatted Clyde goofily, like they always did, and then sighed. "So you really are leaving then?" She asked quietly.
Clyde rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, a gesture showing he was insecure. "Yeah.... I mean... We have no way of paying off the debts Uncle Jordan owes so... I guess we do. I mean. I hate to leave but..." He trailed off, Unsure of what next to say.
"But its your duty." Rona said almost bitterly.
"Yea--uh--no! No! Thats not it at all!" He said shocked and a little surprized. He looked at Rona and saw that a tears was sliding down her cheek. "Aw, Ro, don't cry!" He uncomfortably put a hand around her shoulder. "I'll Come back. Don't worry!"
She looked up at him. "But why do you have to go? Why Can't Jordan leave on his own! Why can't you stay here. With me!" At her last words, her face turned bright red, and she covered her mouth. "Thats -- er..."
Clyde looked at her, surprized, then hugged her tight. "Rona... you could have... said something..." He paused. "But I have to go. Jordan can't handle himself, and you know it. I mean... he's like... 80 remember."
Rona sniffed. "I know. And I know you have to go but... Just..." She trailed off and reached into the big bag she always carried with her. She pulled out a box, Beautiful and smooth, made of some dark-colored wood. Taking the box in both hands she shoved it at Cylde. "Take it!" She tearily demanded. "Its a going away present."
Clyde looked at it. The box was mysterious almost, dark and secretive. "What IS it?" He asked, taking it gently from Rona.
"A precious gift. Open it when you feel you must, but not right away. And promise you'll come back!" She looked at him, her green eyes red from tears, and yet still defiant and strong.
"I promise." Clyde said to her.
From the cart, Uncle Jordan called to him "Come on boy, time to go!"
"Coming! Clyde called. and then turned back to Rona. "I'll Come back for you, when we're all settled alright? And we'll work thing out ok? Wait for me?"
"I will." She said. "I will"
Clyde nodded and then leaned down and kissed her softly. His face turned bright red and he back up. "I'll be back Ro!" He called, and then ran to the waiting cart, and jumped in.