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After restarting 1673 and it being such a success, I decided to reinstate an RP which I never figured out what happened to it...

In the realm of Acharn, teenagers have been dissappearing for as long as some can remember when they come of age in those lands, becoming fifteen. Nobody knows where they go upon their birthdays, but they always return in three days, as if nothing had happened. Yet lately some of them dissappear without ever returning... The new recruits don't even know what kingdom they are fighting, what they are dying for. Their king has summoned them to the Shadow Wars.

Bios not nesscessary but appreciated, if you do use them they should go like so:

Name:
Age:(You should be fifteen if you're a soldier, most of the RPers should be)
Appearance:
Kindgom: (You must PM me with a special application about how you can keep secrets etc, with an example to prove your RP worthiness, to be in the kindgom Acharn is fighting, so if you don't want to do that just put Acharn)
Posessions:
Other:

Name: Rahza Fenton
Age: 15
Appearance: Erratically spiked brown hair covering his deep green sorrowful eyes. He wears a normal green T-shirt, but has adamandite braces over his wrists and up to his elbows.
Kindgom: Acharn
Posessions: A small blue-grey velour sachel of Viking runes. Double-glazed clay with the symbols painted on in black.
He also carries a mortar and pestle and a lighter in a small black backpack.
Other: An avid worshipper of Odin, even though it is strictly shunned in the age of forced beliefs and crushed individualism.

Name: Dernan
Age: 15
Appearance: Dernan has long, straggly pale gold hair which falls down his back, and a very peaky-looking form. Bangs hang all over his face, shadowing his eyes... his eyes are a fell, clear grey...
Kindgom: Acharn
Posessions: A long sword that belonged to his father, a helm and a strange pendant on a white string, a green stone in the shape of a maple leaf with golden veins. Also his father's helm, which is too big for him.

Name: Nephilas
Age: Appears to be 16
Appearance: Long silver hair, steel gray eyes, strangly handsome. Well built, wears a tattered dark grey cloak, black leatherish shirt and pants.
Kindgom: The Other Kingdom
Posessions: A very large sword, the pendant of a black star around his neck, and one grey gauntlet with a design of a black star on the back of the hand.
Other: A demon from the other kingdom, Nephilas has done much to change his appearance in order to be a spy in Archan. Cold and ruthless, he is the perfect assasin, silent as darkness, faster than light and yet a formidable foe on the battle field with his war sword.

[[Yes, we're gonna have to get that RPing example from you, but it's true, we will need some people from the other kingdom..]]

Name: Sauda
Age:15
Appearance: Somewhat small, and delcate looking, Sauda has the perfect look to fool enemies. She has a pale comlexion, and black hair. She basicaly wears her trousers, and a shirt mainly worn under dressses. Over top A thin layer of armour, and her long daggers hidden inside.
Kindgom: The Other Kingdom
Posessions: Two daggers, a locket with a portrait inside it, a Water Canteen, and a curious stuffed toy.
Other: Sauda mainly realies on her speed for victory, and prefers to keep to herself than share her fire.

Ok, now we have three RPers from the other kingdom, counting me.(It does have a name, I'm just not telling you )

Name: Miamar
Age: Unknown (Really old)
Appearance: A wizened lady with long, dark hair and spectacles, she carries a bow and arrows
Kindgom: The Other Kingdom
Posessions: A bow named Tathfalan, a stone pendant
Other: To Be Revealed...

Name: Aro
Age: 15
Appearance: A scholarly lad, sporting spectacles and usually a book in hand. Black hair, green eyes, usually found dressed in raggedy clothes
Kindgom: Acharn
Posessions:Glasses, a faded chess piece, several books
Other: N\A

Name: Thysade
Age: 16
Appearance: Green-grey eyes, wavy golden brown hair that comes down to her mid-back. Wears a black tunic, and crimson pants with knee-high leather boots over them. On a small silver chain around her neck, she has a small vial filled with a silvery-liquid.. What is is, no one seems to know.. She has several rings on her right hand, each contains a small dark crimson stone embedded on a silver band. On her left wrist, she has a bracelet that entwines itself several times around her wrist.
Kindgom: Acharn
Posessions: All her worldly possessions are carried in a shoulder-sling bag. These possessions consist of: Several round-ish white stones, a dark-colored cloak (can look like different colors, depending on the foliage of her surroundings -- usually black, dark green, or navy in appearance.), several small vials containing very curious liquids, small pouches of herbs.
Other: Thysade keeps two slim, but very sharp daggers in one boot, and throwing knives in the other. A dark earthen brown leather whip rests in a holster and drapes over her left hip. She is generally a healer (hence the herbs and vials), but if she -- or one of her patients -- is in danger, she is quite fearsome with her whip and will not hesitate to use it.

((Can we start soon?))

[[We can start now ^^]]

((You go first. It's your RP.))

[[Ah, fine...]]

*Dernan heard a knock on the door of the pitiful shack he had inherited from his parents. Sure he knew what it was about, he opened it, bowing low to the cloaked and hooded man who stood there. "Hurry... grab a few things and follow me," came the hiss beneath the hood, and Dernan obeyed. He dashed around, scuffing his thin leather shoes on the bits of stone on the dirt floor, grabbing his few belongings, and stuffing them and the leaf pendant in his bag. "Quickly!" hissed the tall shadow. Dernan slung the pack on his back and ran after him.

Two huge black horses stood outside his house, bearing a large cart and stamping noiselessly. Had it been lighter, Dernan might have noticed the padding around their hooves preventing noise. As it was, he was stuffed unceremoniously into the cart.*

Sauda Woke with the first rays of the sun. Her family had celebrated her fifteenth birttday last night, instead of her actual date, today. She felt a mixture of excitement, and aprehension as she donned leggins, and a flowing type of shirt that was usually seen beneath dresses. She would rather, though, be comfortable and cool, then dressed in tunic and everything, in the sweltering summer heat. Packing her bag had been realitively easy, so, she had done it the night before. Saudas face was drawn from tiredness and sadness. Her parents kissed her goodbye, and grabbing her twin daggers, she went to leave. Just then, her little sister Thaya awoke, and running out to give her big sister a hug, pressed her stuffed rabbit into her hand. Sauda left before she could cry, and holding the rabbit to her chest, she waved goodbye, and headed to the arranged meeting place.

It took two hours to walk the the forest near the village Kanika, and she was surprised to see she was awaited.
"Good morn, are you here for me?" nodding, the figure rose, and she was lead to a beautiful black creature, Stamping and tossing his black mane impatiently. She secretly named him Kieran, and bound her pack onto his saddle.
"This is your horse from now on." The voice of declared, and as if this summed up all the conversation that could have been made, they counted up, and rode to an encampment, where she was to register. After that process, she was left alone, and was finally settled in the corner of the soldiers quaters. Sauda let her mount be led away, and keeping her things packed, she headed to the mess hall, eagerly awaiting her Midday.

Rahza was sitting by the lake when the call was first sent out. He had been motionless for some time, trying to give off the impression that he was dead.

It fooled the local wild animals, but not the guards that approached him.
"Is this the boy?"
"Fenton junior... without a doubt."

Rahza kept his eyes closed.
"Kid. You're just wasting our time. Get up."
Rahza closed his eyes tightly, and held his breath.
"We know you're alive, Fenton."

He sighed and stood up.
"Any specific reason you're interrupting me?"
"Sir. You weren't doing anything productive... and you're still not. Come with us, please."

The guards were wearing restricting black armour with helmets that covered their face, but still allowed several unruly beard hairs to slip out.
Rahza bowed his head as the men began walking, and shuffled along behind them. They walked for about three minutes, before stopping in front of three large horses. Two were the darkest black, and the other was dark grey with a white patch in the shape of a moon on his forehead.
The grey one had slightly shorter ears than the others, and was a little smaller.

"The runt's yours."
Rahza nodded, and awkwardly climbed atop the grey horse. He toyed with a few names, then decided to call it Nomad.
Before he could announce this, however, the horse began striding as if by instinct, and the black horses with the guards on soon followed.

With a heavy heart, he leaned back and looked up at the mid-afternoon sky.
Rahza wished he could have stayed dead.