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She noticed an undisturbed plain up ahead, And decided to sleep there, She landed silently on the ground, Transformed into dragon form, And began to sleep. She sneezed herself awake, Noticing the dull ache in her head still there. "Stupid wet, cold clouds..." She mumbled, Her voice quiet in the middle of the plain. (So shooort e3e)

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RP Name: Scoria Bladelite
Gender (doesn't have to be real gender): Female
Species (you can be human if you REALLY want to but it's boring): Fire Daemon
Personalities: Arrogant, easily agitated, loved to annoy people and get a rise out of them, but at the same time can be caring, kind and bright, she fiercely protects her friends and those she cares for without rest.
One Liner: "Girls girls! you're both pretty! now can we move on?"
Bio: Scoria never knew her parents properly, but she does remember the cave... and a storm... Her mother clutching her and her brother Sicarius' feeble figures in her arms racing to a small, dank, dreary cave. Her mother lit a small match that illuminated the place despite it's size. Scoria stared at it enthralled, her mother explained it was fire, and she was never to touch it. But Scoria... being the rebellious child even at that age made a wild grab for the match. But... it didn't burn her at all, it felt more like a warm tickle to her skin. she played with it a bit more and the fire got larger.
Her mother kept her and her brother inside the cave for weeks, ordering them to never leave the cave because it was dangerous outside. And they soon found out she was correct. Because one day they found her mangled body outside the cave, broken and lifeless. Her limbs lacerated from the body. They buried her there and vowed never to go outside again. They taught themselves many survival tactics, and managed to dig deeper to find an array of separate caves that held vital minerals
But that was a promise not to be kept, when the twins turned 10, they had a terrible fight and Sicarius stormed out of the cave with half the supplies they had dug up from the caves, leaving his sister alone.
Through her pride, Scoria began to realize that her brother was right to have left as insanity started to kick in. She finally pushed aside the deep memories the cave held for her and left.
She found refuge in a miniscule town that went by the name of Fairview, she met a small blonde girl there named Alari. And the two became friends almost instantly, telling each other everything. Alari's family even adopted Scoria one day.
But everything seemed to be getting a little more upsetting, Scoria would often wake to find Alari curled up beside her, Alari claimed it was because she saw ghosts in her room, and they would scratch her. She had scars cleverly hidden by sleeves and skirts on her limbs to prove it.
At 15 years old, Scoria woke up to see a strange figure standing over her, his eyes were dark voids and his mouth cruelly sewn shut with a black thread. He held a curved silver dagger in his hand. He swung it in a shining arc towards her and she...
Ignited.
A ring of fire appeared around her that expanded across the room, setting her attacker and the house on fire. She raced out of the room, but the flamed had already began to lick the walls and floor. She raced into her adopted parent's room to find them both still in their beds... burned to a crisp. No matter where she looked she couldn't find Alari. By this point the entire town was in flames, the wood popped from the dry air and there were screams of anguish and pain all around her.
She fled, she ran as fast as she could away from the fire she knew she had caused. She vowed she would never again get close to other people, because fate would cruelly rip them from her...
Appearance (you can include pics): Scoria is in a word, beautiful. She has shoulder length layered hair with a thousand fiery hues that seem to glow and look to all the world like a roaring fire, her eyes are deep violet and cold, like the world sucked all the color out of them. Her skin is a creamy pale and smooth, she has a slim figure but is quite short. She wears a royal purple short sleeved shirt and black, slightly worn leggings. She has black combat boots and a belt with a dagger sheathed at her side.
Weapons (God knows we'll need em): Letalis: Her dagger, which was given to her by her adoptive father. When it pierces one's flesh it gives off the impression to that being that the wound is also burning with a blazing fire that will slowly spread throughout their body.
Other: Scoria cannot stay in the rain or underwater for longer then 15 minutes, when she is in water the color slowly drains from her face and she becomes much more frail then she really is. She could even go into a coma or go so far as to die...
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(Sorry for making you read that long ass bio, but i love to write so that's the funnest part for me :3)
RP Name: Luna Wyles
Gender: Female
Species (you can be human if you REALLY want to but it's boring): Human
Personalities: Very shy and quiet, she tends to drop the conversation in odd places and bring something up at strange times. She is very very sensitive to teasing or any sort of harassment. She has a love for nature and hates to see other people in pain, even if it's her worst enemy (like she'd have any )
One Liner: "..." (I don't think she has one :3 sooorrry)
Bio: Luna grew up in a large town with her mother and father. Even as a little girl she was never treated nicely, lots of people made fun of her. most people avoided her. She didn't have many friends at all. So she often kept to herself. The only person she could really talk to was her dear mother, who was really the only one who treated her justly. Her father acted as if she was a helpless puppy who had been kicked to often, assuming she was unable to care for herself in any way. At school, she was constantly teased and heckled for her strange ways, some people even went so far as to physically abusing her.
A few months after Luna turned 17, her mother fell ill. And the doctors gave up on her after a few days of trying to find a cure without success. Her mother died in front of her, still smiling.
The jeering got worse in school, and Luna's father was more distant then ever. He didn't speak to her or even feed her properly. Until one night he lashed out at her, saying that it was her own fault for getting teased, and that if she was a little less stupid perhaps it would stop.
His eyes softened as he realized what he said, "Lu--"
A lamp flickered for a second and then burst, the glass from the bulb shattering into 1000 tiny pieces, Luna was already out the door, with nothing but a small sack of coins at her side.
Appearance (you can include pics): Luna has fine dark hair that takes on a violet-azul tinge in the sunlight and cascades over her pale, thin frame her large dark blue eyes are inquisitive and knowing. She wears a light blue dainty looking dress and white ballerina flats. And a necklace with a strange glowing white stone.
Weapons (God knows we'll need em): She doesn't fight silly goose...

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