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I believe it would be wise to read through the first post and use the character sheets given within the second. Moroi can only control the elements, water, earth, air, fire and spirit. One is normally far more advanced, which is the one they've specialized in. Most have very very little spirit if they specialize in any of the other elements. They also can only specialize in one. Spirit is very rare and we already have two people, I'm not sure if more would be accepted. But ya, you might want to use the CSs provided and read the first post in its entirety.
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This is also taking place in Modern day. Moroi look like really tall, pale, thin humans.
In Chaos 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Ophelia laughed a little when Jeremy returned with a bass and handed it to Seth. She put her guitar down and ran over to the pile of instruments the Apollo kids left out. Grabbing her lyre, she joined the group and followed along. Music made sense to her, she always seemed to be able to find the proper melody or harmony. Languages made sense to her to, although, she couldn't actually understand any of them... But she could sing them. The two boys sang quietly and she joined them, harmonizing.
Elliot looked at him when he stood and left the room. She nodded, hugging herself slightly. It had been awhile since her and Jacob got in a fight. Not that this was too much of a fight. She sighed and looked around the empty room. Needing to take her mind off things, she changed, leaving Jacob's shirt in the room, and headed down to the medical bay. There was also something for her to there.
Elliot pulled away from his head and out of his arms. She sat up on the bed and ran her hand through her messy hair. She looked at him, "But you can't ensure that!" She climbed out of the bed and started to pace, "You've almost died on me three times since I've got back.... Four if you count when we... were on the roof."

She shook her head, "We can plan on getting out of this but... that doesn't mean we will..."
In Chaos 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The five Apollo kids played through their instruments. Once it seemed like they played all of their own, they'd trade and be playing something new. Ophelia's instruments were a mi of new and old. She had a violin, cello, guitar, lute, harp, and lyre. She'd sit close to the Roman with her guitar whenever songs were sung in Greek. Normally, she'd sing along in Greek as well, but with the Romans, she decided to translate and sing in English. That way they could sing along as well.

Sometime later, the Apollo started to join the crowd and join friends on benches. Ophelia walked over to the Romans and sat down. She was still playing her guitar, giving the campfire some music, even though no one was singing.
In Chaos 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Ophelia looked at them at they spoke in Latin. Her brain was wired for Greek. So this, was just mind boggling. She looked at the two boys when it seemed that whatever their complaints were, they were coming. She smiled, "And here I thought I was going to have to take two trips," She put down the cases she held and ran back into the cabin. She hand them each a case then picked up the ones she left outside and nodded, "Com along."

They reached the campfire and she walked them over to where the Apollo kids were sitting. Already there were a plethora of instruments between just the five of them. She smiled at them all, although, everyone seemed a little surprised at the arrival of the Romans. She told the three of them were to put her things than turned to the Greeks, "We are going to be with the Romans for quite sometime... Fighting beside them, living and working together. I figured we do something with them that didn't involve fighting or competition... Or anyone getting thrown in lakes," She glanced at the Romans and smirked.

She walked over to her cases, the first of her instruments she pulled out, was her violin. She prepared herself before starting their song.
Elliot didn't smile when he kissed. She wasn't happy. She lowered her head and pressed her forehead to his," I know... But... I don't... want to lose you again..." She looked at him, "If we lose you.... Then we've all lost. I don't think anyone could take up the reins... Well... Maybe Kyle could.... but for obvious reasons... we can't allow that."
In Chaos 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
nom nom?
It wasn't much longer until Elliot woke up. She was surprised, finding herself waking up. She hadn't even realized she fell asleep. She moved her leg, running her foot along Jacob's slightly and noticed he was wearing jeans. He much had woken up and changed. She looked up at him and found he was just staring at the ceiling. She moved so that she hovered above him, her arm on either side of his head. She smiled at him but it faltered after a moment, "Please..." she said quietly, "Don't look like that."

Others may not have seen anything but to her, his look spoke a thousand words. He was worried and stressed and seemed ready for battle. She was sure that he was planning out a battle of sorts in his head. It killed her, she knew that he had to lead the resistance that he had to go out there... But part of her had been... happy that he had been so injured that he was required to stay put. She hadn't got to see him in a year and sure, they slept in the same room now but she knew what it felt like to always have to say good bye. To have to sit around and wait and worry. This last little while, she didn't have that, other than the Kyle scare. She ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
For Strigoi...
Name: Finn Harringtom
Gender: Male
Race: Strigoi (Originally Dhampir)
Age: Appears in his twenties. Is now nearing his sixties.
Sire: Draven Lazar -deceased-
Description:
Personality: Cruel, cold, calculating.
Background: Before being dragged down by a Moroi gone Strigoi, Finn had been an instructor at St. Vladimir's. He wanted to ensure that everyone that dared face Strigoi were prepared for it. He was caring and understanding. Due to be young many of his students enjoyed his presence. He had been a great teacher. While he was there, most of his students went on to become some of the best and most determined Guardians known.

A Moroi had drank the blood of a fellow student, killing them, while on a trip. Guardians were posted outside most doors to protect against Strigoi but no one had expected Moroi to be the problem. Draven opened his door and plunged his teeth into Finn's neck as he turned to react. If it hadn't been for the fact that Draven needed someone to help hime escape, he might have killed Finn.

Once they escaped, the former Moroi treated Finn like a slave. Although he might have been fine with it as a Dhampir he was not having it as a Strigoi. Not even a week later, Draven was decapitated.

Sorry, editing was done on my laptop, so I didn't have photoshop...
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