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The name's "Angel", "Rae", or "Marya", whichever seems fit, and I have been a roleplayer for four or five years.
In Eastern timezone of the US, although my family roots are Polish, German, and Irish, it does explain why I mysteriously speak in European accents 😋
Anyway, I am a nineteen year-old college freshman with a fascination in Mental Psychology, History, and the Arts!
I have a very creative mind, but I can't seem to draw my ideas on a piece of paper. 😋
Instead, I mostly express my ideas through writing and graphic designing on my laptop or cellphone.

I must warn you: When it comes to fandoms, I tend to be a little preoccupied with the ones I'm already into. Be aware that I will not easily adapt to new fandoms; if I lose interest in a story within play, I may either have a short-term writer's block, or feel that I'd highly recommend a new story that'll keep me strongly interested. So, bear with me if I ever reject an unfamiliar idea, or suddenly suggest a new one. If it doesn't attract my interest, I might not be swayed into any kind of idea you have in store, unfortunately.

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Saeril couldn't help but give a chuckle of amusement to his childish excitement. The same old Kili she remembered was already expressing himself. It was adorable yet amusing at the same time, and the she-elf just couldn't stop the grateful smile from appearing upon her Elven features.

On the other hand, Saeril's face suddenly turned into shame. "When your mother told me I was to become your godmother", she began to admit. "I ran. I thought I wouldn't be capable enough to actually watch a child", her shame was evident, and she was even afraid to look at her own godson when confirming the truth. "And, my appearance. To other races, I'm different. Everyone began to fear me, and treat me like a being of shadow. Since they mentioned it, I stayed in those shadows ever since, watching you and your brother grow", the she-elf finally let her gaze move back to him. "I was ashamed. That is why I sent you the letters, and the gifts", she gave a sad sigh before allowing her black cloak to miraculous shift into the wings that stayed as a burden. Saeril kept them folded behind her, only for him to see.

Fili was already looking around for Kili, trying to figure out where his little brother might have gone. Where was he? Walking cautiously to the room of the hearth, he could already hear voices half of the way there. The blonde walked around the corner, and caught sight of his brother with what seems to be a very bizarre female elf. "Kili?"

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By his name, red rookie Lightning McQueen saw himself as a racecar all about speed. Initially a selfish hot-shot, who was poised to become Piston Cup's new champion, Lightning found himself sidetracked into Radiator Springs, a small town on Route 66 that was completely forgotten by the outside world. Meeting its colorful residents, like snazzy Sally, hyper-detailed Ramone, and honest tow-truck Mater, Lightning learns that both teamwork and friendship are more significant than fame. A few months later, on the other side of the country, lies the tropical, underground world of street-racing. Thunder McQueen is the spunky, competitive conquerer of Miami's nightly streets. Her every win rose her to fame and respect, as did Lightning.

These two famous racers, striving two different lives are, in fact, brother and sister, estranged at a young age, due to family complications. Fate brings them back together at the aftermath of the overseas World Grand Prix, where Sir Miles Axelrod was arrested for international terrorism. But following his arrest, a new mastermind swears vengeance against the perpetrators: Famous racers around the world, both street and sport, are mysteriously receiving critical injuries in every participated race. British Intelligence Finn Mcmissile and Holley Shiftwell suspect their malfunctioned fuel-tanks, if the highly-combustible "Allinol" would be, once again, responsible; but how could that be if Miles Axelrod was already arrested?

These mysterious accidents soon reach Lightning McQueen, who gets critically injured by an unknown source, and is forced to drop out of a Grand World Competition. No matter how much he refuses to let Thunder take his place, she goes against his wishes. She receives a mysterious message, but becomes a target for the real culprits, as a result. With help from Finn and Holley, she, Lightning, and another car will have to make a stormy comeback to find the real mastermind behind these new series of attacks.

As soon as she felt her brother squeezed her hand in return, Sonya had the feeling of giving a hug, in return to the reassurance that Sonic was able to return. Passively, she closed her eyes, internally happy to feel his acknowledgement. When Knuckles spoke again, she had her green eyes open again, and glanced at the red Echidna. "I am the eldest, yes", she confirmed when her eyes slowly narrowed, examining the mobian before her and Sonic. "Enough about us, Knuckles. Where did you come from? How did you end up in a lab?", the question had suspicion and caution mixed in it. For her younger brother's sake, Sonya needed to know more about the newcomer, in order for their survival to be a hundred-percent accurate.
Saeril kept her gaze at the fire. "You know, young Kili? I have the same feeling with you", she added as a matter-of-fact. With that, she turned her gaze to him, after a moment of looking down. She had to say it; she had to get close to him again, like how the wizard said, if she were to pay for her past unintentional crimes, and it also seems that Gandalf didn't tell them after all.

With a sigh, she elegantly sat herself upon the comfy lounge nearby, although she kept herself near the warmth of the fire. "I remember a long time ago", she pondered in thought. "There was a woman that I met. Her name was...Dis", she guessed, eventually finding the name of the Dwarven woman, after a second of thinking. "I remember...", the she-elf then began to say. "Two young Dwarven boys with her. Infants", she added, looking at him with a bit of fondness in her eyes.

It was all coming back to her now, and Saeril made a quiet chuckle of amusement when she thought of Dis, Thrain's only daughter. She knew Dis as long as she lived; they were close, and the Dwarven woman trusted and respected her, the same way many Dwarves of Erebor saw the Fangorian Elves: regal, proud, and wise (not to mention beautiful). Saeril didn't have many companions during her long years within Fangorn Forest, until Dis became her first.

So long they have been friends, that was when the she-elf realized that Dis trusted her completely, even to the point when the Dwarven woman announced that she was pregnant. Snapping herself back to the present, Saeril's gaze on Kili softened. "I knew her. A long time ago. "I remembered the faces of those said-infants with her. I remember how much they liked to play in the woods", her voice sounded distant as she recalled to those memories.

"She also told me...that you were to be my godson, Kili, and your brother", the she-elf added. "Those letters, and Delva?", she paused for a moment, before carefully sitting herself down on the floor, mainly to try to get down to his level. "That was me", she finally said it.
"I did come with Gandalf, yes", she answered back to him, continuing to speak in that gentle, almost motherly tone. "I'm Saeril", the she-elf introduced herself, turning her gaze away from the fire, and back to him, with a gaze not as uptight as before.

It was quiet, and Saeril kept it that way for a hesitating moment when she looked back at the fire before her. She didn't want the tension to turn awkward between them, and she didn't want to frighten him. "Do you remember me, young Kili?", she asked him, almost cautiously. Yes, she knew his name. Why would she not? The answer was 'yes', but she didn't want the young dwarf to become uncomfortable, considering that he's never even seen her in-person before. Truthfully, she wanted to make sure that what she was seeing was real.


"Oh, very helpful Bofur", Gandalf grumbled over at the dwarf, rising from his seat the wizard used his magic to gently rouse the hobbit, who then proceeded to make himself a mug of tea and settled in his armchair.
"I'll be alright", he assured the wizard. "Just let me sit quietly for a moment."
"You've been sitting quietly for far too long!", Gandalf retorted sharply.
Saeril sat near the fire, and stared at its hearth. The memories were enough to flash back at her; memories of two young dwarves she grew fond of from within the shadows, while covering the disturbance of an appearance that every race grew to despise. It was fear, not anxiety that drove her away. How could anyone love someone that had the appearance of true evil? Not them, she concluded to herself.

No, that couldn't be it, could it? What if they weren't afraid? What if they already accepted her presence? What if...they already knew what she looked like? Have they heard the stories? What if they saw her commit such evil? Were they already despising her? Did they even care? These repeated questions and constant thoughts inside her head haunted her. For days and nights, almost to the point where she can't sleep, it was a parental paranoia within her that truly scared her.

It was a repetitive wheel within the fire before her...and the last thing she didn't expect to hear, was the voice of said-child. Slowly widening her yellow-green eyes, Saeril cautiously turned her head to the source, which almost made her jump out of her Elven skin. Was it true? Did Gandalf stay true to his word? Getting courage, she kept her ground. "Huh? Oh, I'm alright", she answered him, gently, and almost motherly. She didn't look away from the fire, but his words did drag her from her previous staring into the flames.
"Now, now, Bilbo, no need to get so upset!", Gandalf protested with raised eyebrows. "They're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them. All will be explained shortly when the leader of the party arrives."

"Their leader?" Bilbo seemed only capable of asking questions. One of the dwarves happened by with his prized tomatoes, and instinctively he snatched them away. "No, no. Put that back," he scolded a dwarf with hair resembling the coloring of a skunk, and instead of a response, he was given complete gibberish in return. The chair he'd been carrying was not put back, rather he carried it along to put into the dining area.

Too much was happening, too much was being said, and no answers had been given to him. Bilbo's patience was wearing very thin, and he clenched his hands into fists as he prepared himself for a heated rant. "They pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done to the bathroom, they all but destroyed the plumbing." The hobbit made his dissatisfaction known, and in vain he tried to put things away that had been misplaced. "I don't understand; what are they doing in my house?"

Gandalf the Grey couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Hobbit. Although he did promise the dwarves a place where they could dine, and meet up. It just wasn't entirely up to him. He had to at least keep their hopes high. But upon noticing the young dwarf take a glance at Saeril in curiosity, Gandalf knew for a fact that sooner or later, he would introduce him and his brother to their "second mother" soon.

"Kili, why don't you go say hello?", he called to the young dwarf, getting his attention. "Don't worry. I will handle the set-up", the wizard kindly placed a hand to the young dwarf's shoulder before giving a wink, and moving off to help with the rest of his dwarven companions.

Saeril was just staring at the hearth of the fire with a glare of guilt and a hint of sadness. She knew she couldn't get too close to the others; even if she did out of nowhere. Unfortunately, only Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and Balin haven't seen her come in, and would be deep-down terrified of her deformity. But hopefully, Gandalf will get them to understand.
Comparing the two of their physicality, Fili appeared to be the older one. "At your service", he said with the other, having to keep himself reserved and composed in his posture, right after bowing in unison with his younger sibling. He kept himself tall and quiet, while his brother (excitedly) did the talking.

"It seems we're not late, little brother", the blonde recalled as he observed Dwalin and Balin in the distance, behind the Hobbit before them. And, just like that, they brushed themselves passed Bilbo, as if they owned the place. "Careful with these, I just had them sharpened", he told the Hobbit before placing their weapons in his hands, including the blades he kept hidden in his person. As the first-born, and an idol, Fili always had a reputation to be weapon-ready, even if it means to protect his little brother at all costs.

Had his hands been free, and had he been a few inches taller, Bilbo may have liked to strangle Kili for his carelessness. "Fili, Ki­li, come on, give us a hand", Dwalin called from the kitchen. "Let’s shove this in the hole, or otherwise we’ll never get everyone in". "Ev…everyone?! How many more are there?", and once again, the doorbell rings. Bilbo was just at the end of his rope. With an irritable huff, he set Fili's blades to the nearest chair, then stormed towards the door. "Oh, no! No, no. There’s nobody home! Go away, and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If…if this is some blockhead’s idea of a joke, I can only say, it is in very poor taste!", right as Bilbo opens the door, a bunch of dwarves fall through onto the floor.

Behind them, Gandalf poked his head through the door, along with a feminine face. Looking at Gandalf, the Hobbit was exasperated, just knowing that he was involved with this strange intrusion. "I told you this was a bad idea", the female told the wizard next to her with a narrow of her yellow-green eyes. She had straight, back-lengthed ashy-brown hair trailing down her back, along with a black cloak draped around her figure, trailing down to her feet. Gandalf shook his head and chuckled in amusement as he smiled at Bilbo as if this had been planned all along between them. "Nonsense", he spoke to the woman standing next to him. "You'll find he's more than capable. Come, let's get out of the wind", the wizard added as he stepped over the dwarves on the threshold, who were grumbling and cursing amongst themselves. Groaning, the strange woman followed by walking over the crumpled group of dwarves on the ground with her elegant legs that appeared to be covered with a black bodysuit underneath her cloak. Keeping her head down, she followed the wizard inside the small home with her horned head down to get through the door, though she didn't get too far inside, just moving herself towards the fireplace.

The she-elf was sure that Gandalf would become concerned for her, ever since he tried to help her with her past. She heard laughter and singing coming from the dining room and the hallway, where the potential inhabitants she has to help take to the mountain. At that moment, she had to keep herself refrained if she ever wanted to redeem herself, and repay for her mistake. It was the only advice that was received.
As Bilbo opened the door, and finding a dwarf standing there, "Dwalin", he bowed. "At your service". He seemed to tower over the Hobbit, rendering the latter to become very nervous. Flustered, he readjusted his robe and did his best to stand tall (not an easy feat) while keeping eye contact. Bilbo wasn't expecting company nor did he know who this was. The clothing was not of Hobbit descent, it was of the dwarven brethren. "Uh…Bilbo…Baggins…at yours", the Hobbit awkwardly introduced himself back to him, just before Dwalin stepped inside.

"Do we know each other?", he asked the tall dwarf. "No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?", Dwalin asked all of a sudden. "Is…Is what down where?" "Supper. He said there’d be food, and lots of it" "He…he said? Who said?" Dwalin was entering the kitchen now. This was not expected for the Hobbit.

Having Balin to enter into the fray, the two dwarves continue to ignore Bilbo by raiding the pantry. The doorbell rings once again, and this time, there were two dwarves. Possibly younger than the previous two. "Fili", one of them says. He was blond, braided in some places of his hair, along with matching facial hair: beard and mustache.
"I think it would be very good for you." Gandalf argued as he looked at Bilbo critically. He was determined to make Bilbo come along on this endeavor whether the hobbit himself cared to or not. "And the most amusing for me", he concluded with a light chuckle to himself as he thought of how the rest of the company might react to the Hobbit.
"We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not…", Bilbo paused. "I suggest you try over the hill or…across the water", he recommends just before he walks into his little Hobbit home and locks the door. Right after he does so, he hears a noise at his door. Looking out the window, the wizard was still standing there.

Very well. Gandalf thought to himself. If Bilbo was going to be that way inclined, he would have to make him meet the rest of the group, perhaps that would persuade him. Lifting up his staff, the wizard walked across to the newly-painted green door of the hobbit's home, and carved a strange rune there. This would make sure the company who were coming to the meeting would find the right house. After peering once more through the window at the hobbit, which made him jump something quite frightful, the wizard simply vanished from view. He would be back later that night when the others arrived.
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