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The Guild Fairytail.

Sorry Jhon, Wit hthe Dragon Slayer Magic, You are too late.

The Guild Fairytail.

Garen slides his fingers across his somewhat scale like water companion, it leaves but a soft drip on his finger, quickly the drip hardens into ice, he stares at it, thinking it of a tear, he closes his eyes, and crushes it with his palm and fingers in unison. He sighs softly, his hand running across the Fairytail symbol that runs over the left side of his soft pale skin.
He stares forward, noticing something..Someone hooded and hunched over, heading in his direction. He readies himself, stepping forward casual like, but he still keeps a soft glow of ice in his hand, so he may be prepared to defend himself.

The hooded persona comes to a halt infront of Garen, He would do the same thing, and as soon as he stopped, the hunched being, beings to pull itself into an upright state, it's facial features becoming recognisable, the cracked skull mark set on the mans neck comes into view, Garens eyes grow small, as he lets out a soft "Humaru..It's been a while.." As the man nods and speaks in an upbeat voice "It has been Garen! It's nice to see you again!" Garens face quickly turns into anger, he looks up, anger almost flickering in his eyes, he yells out in anger "How could your Guild do that to Fairytail!?"

The man would let out a menacing smile, "Fun.." He would say calmy, Before Garen ran forward, screeching out "ICE-MAKE -- HAMMER!" As a symbol appears infront of him, and a large ice hammer falls into his hands, he swings it down toward Humaru, and as it hits, it would shatter, beautiful pieces of ice fluttering down to the ground before dissapearing. Humaru lets out a painful "Ice..Make...Shield.." and then lets out a mad laugh. "Damnit.." Garen mumbles "I am too weak to do any Dragon Slayer Magic.." Suddenly, As he finishes this, a large volley of icicles spin toward him, he would breath in, opening his mouth, he runs toward them, gripping handfuls of them and shoving them in his mouth, as many also fly themselves in. He stops infront of Humaru, as he jumps back into the air "I'm Ice Cold BABY!" he yells, before placing his hands infront of his mouth and yelling "ICE DRAGON....ROARRRR!" as shards of ice fly into Humaru at incredible speeds, he suddenly falls back into a hole, the hole quickly dissapearing.

Garen slowly falls to the ground, looking at where the hole was placed..He lets out an angry sigh "He got away..Again.." He then begins walking once more, his water lizard forming into itself once more, from its small puddle.

The Guild Fairytail.

Located in the Kingdom of Fiore was the Magical Guild Fairytail.

They are a strong group of mages and wizards from all around the globe who do jobs for money. Almost like mercenaries, But they care for their clients and are very good at completing tasks to their clients liking.

But..Something has happend, and Fairytail has been sent into ruins, all the wizards were forced to scatter around the globe, Fighting the opposing Guilds for revenge.

(Only the first 2 characters (That includes me as one of them) may use Dragon Slayer magic if they want (2/2, No more please) )

Character Template.

Name:
Appearance:
Magical Preference(1 MAX):
Guild (Can be a disbanded Guild):
Companion(Optional):
Gender:

Here is mine:

Name: Garen Silverhand
Appearance: Strong Build
Clean Facial Features
Dark Blue Eyes
Snow White Hair(Semi Long)
Fairytail Symbol on Neck
Dark Shirt W/ Zip up Hoodie
Torn-up jeans.
18 - 19 Y/O
Magical Preference: Ice Dragon - Slayer Magic / Ice - Make magic.
Guild: Fairytail
Companion: Water Lizard (Small)
Gender: Male

Accepted Characters:
Garen Silverhand
Jin Graydrake
Jhon Klaine

Epoch - Apocalypse Role Play

Sarah stares forward, speaking quickly "Just call me Sarah." before she breaks into a run, running toward a small child, infected of course, she watches as he staggers toward her, she lets her leg slam into the skull of the child, blood splatters against her boot, as it falls lifelessly. She stares down almost mercilessly "They..They aren't human anymore.." she murmurs, heading into the thick dark forest.

Epoch - Apocalypse Role Play

Sarah nods slightly, pulling her bag infront of her as he explains "Well i'm Sarah-" suddenly stops as he screams, and he pushes past her in a fit of anger, she hears the crunch of his bones against the tough corroded stone wall, she lets out a gasp, running over to him quickly "Shit, Shit Shit...They probably heard that scream.." She murmurs before softly gripping his hand, she reaches nito her bag, pulling out a sock "This is the best we can do until we find a hospital" she says, quickly pulling the sock over his hand, and grabbing her hair tie, pulling it around a little, tightening it.

She then closes up her bag, lifting him up "I will get you a beer later.." she says softly, slinging her bag back around her back, she then uses her left hand to grip the shiv, slowly leading them out of the prison, and onto the streets.

Epoch - Apocalypse Role Play

Sarah smiles softly, watching him eat "I have a carton of beer and some more soup in my bag..Anyway..Why are you here..?" She says, her eyes filled with a soft confusion, she turns, staring out of the bared window, she stares as the infected men and women trudge around, she notices what would be a man kicking stones in anger, before she turns again, making sure not to make eye contact with any infected.

Rate the Unicorn Above You

7.5/10 Nice variation of colours, mane kind of blends with back ground, digging the purple horn though.

Epoch - Apocalypse Role Play

Sarah freezes in shock as this breathing, thought to be infected prisoner yells out in a panic, she stares over at him as he scrambled toward the bars, gripping them tightly, she quickly speeds toward the cellar, pulling it open with all her might she speaks quickly "I will be right back! I am going to get you out of here!" as she speeds down the staircase, in the cellar is the stained smell of bread and off soup, she cringes her face, quickly searching through the darkness, and finding a light switch, she flicks it on quickly, going to what would be still unopened cans of soup, and a few cartons of beer, for the wardens. She grabs a few cans, dropping them into her bag, she grabs a carton of the beer, placing that in another slot, she heads quickly toward the table in search for keys.

"Ah!" She says, gripping the dirty key, she quickly begins out, clicking off the light and heading out, she speeds back toward the Cellar, she quickly inspects the man, making sure there are no signs of infection, she nods once, cleaning the dust off the key, and sliding it into the lock, she would quickly swing the prison gate open, and she hands the man a can of soup "Still good.." she says, watching him.

Cracking the Looking Glass

I am just going to throw this here, and wait if you guys think it's good enough to be inside the RP :P

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Username: Savepoison

Name/Aliases: Serloth Reathe

Age: 156 Y/O

Race: Wood Elf / Bosmer

Appearance: Dark Brown hair flowing down toward his shoulders, covering his ears, forehead, and floating over his eyes.
(Rarely Seen) Elven Markings over body (Read Abilities)
Deep Green Eyes
Natural Human skintone/voice
Looks like an 19 - 21 Y/O

Bio:Serloth Reathe, A good citizen of Valenwood, He would go around his daily chores as he was ordered, not giving much of a fuss. He seemed like a normal kid..But when he had his 123rd birthday..He was suddenly outcasted from Valenwood and thrown into the mortal world, for crimes he had not yet found out, he cried out as he fell through the portal, deep Bosmer curses, and angry yelps, as he fell through a section of trees, and into the tough ground. His once neatly braided hair unfurled around him, as he sat up, looking around in the deep bush and shrubs, he stood up, not much bigger than when he sat down, but he still stood at around 5'11.

He focused around, his eyes seemingly narrowing, and his surroundings glowed in a magnificent blue. In his eyes at least, he closed his eyes, still focusing, as his Elven marks glowed into sight, as he opens his eyes, quickly clamping his head to his immediate right, there laid a poorly made path. The elven markings around his body would slowly disappear until it looked like normal skin once more, while he continued through the poorly created path. He sighed lightly, muttering several elvish swears, before reaching what would be a path, he steps onto the path, his clothing would suddenly feel different, as if it had been changed from it's neat Forest Green robe..To a more, saggy content on his body.

Serloth quickly stares down..He is suddenly wearing a plain dark shirt, and jeans, he looks down where his gold traced slippers would stay, but instead he wore Vans, uncomfortable sneakers. He stared around at the obviously non Elvish people approaching, he quickly spread his hair over his unnatural ears, as he passes them, offering a polite smile, as he quickly moves forward, He walks around for hours, not much appearing out of the ordinary, as he sat down on the side walk, staring over toward the forest, he sees what would be a dark, un humane creature. "Could this be an animal that followed me from Valenwood..?" He thought, his eyes watching the creature, a light orange or red like glow emits off of it, before it runs deeper inside the forest, That is when Serloth made his pursuit. But before he got up, there was no trace of this monster, he shook his head, his hair rustling slightly, before he would seat himself down on a pile of leaves he created, just a little off the side walk, he would fall into a deep sleep, the events today changing his life..For the good..Or the worse.

Skills/Good attributes: Can concentrate incredibly well if not disturb. Skilled in using a Bow & Arrow. Good at sneaking/pickpocketing

Skills/Bad attributes: Trouble speaking English. Bad at trusting/Making friends. Cannot use weapons other than a Bow & Arrow or Dagger

Personality: Ignorant at times. Somewhat Friendly. Angered easily.

Ability: Ancestors Wrath -- Causes the user to get Elven markings around his body, Incredible Concentration, Can find secret areas. Can only use Twice P/Day.

Other:

Epoch - Apocalypse Role Play

June 21st, 2014.

Entry #2: This 'infection' is getting out of hand..Fires..Screaming..Shattering..I can't take it anymore..I need to get out of the confinements of this house, no matter what my parents say..I am 19 for gods sake! I will take my diary with me..I will need it.

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Sarah slowly moves toward her window, gripping the bottom of the window frame, tugging it up quickly, she grips her pen, sliding it into her pocket, she reaches over toward her bag, tossing in her diary, and a bottle of water, she then quickly opens up her draw, gripping the old shiv that was given to her in case of emergencies she pushes it through the belt on her pants, and lastly, she hurries toward her wardrobe, pulling it open, and stuffing a few pairs of clothing in there, underwear, pants, shirts, bras ect. as she finally reaches through the window, her door lets out a shrilling creak, as it slowly opens, she slides through the window quickly, running quickly, she looks back, seeing her mother, infected. she gets tears in her eyes, turning back, and pushing on, she runs for hours, finally reaching what would be a small town, she looks over toward the prison.

"I can probably find some food there.." She murmurs, slowing toward a walking pace, she continues toward the prison, her legs aching, she steps inside, a deep chill pushing against her, she still continues forward, staring into one of the cells, she sees what she thinks is an infected prisoner, still breathing..she turns, heading toward the cellar.