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Thing's you should know about [~* Olympic Peninsula Coven~*]Pack!* We are a Family. (We have written and worked together as family unit in and out of Role-play for  8 years.)Where one Wolf go's the Pack is sure to follow!More often then not Wolfs communicate by mind link ( in our case speed dial or text)In all account's we are very much a Wolf pack!We will play together, socialise together and*Fight for what we believe is right, Together! *As a Pack! 

1. Don't add me and not talk. If you add me it means you want to roleplay with me. I don't like to be another number on your friend's list.2. No drama. I come on here to relax and forget about the stress of RL.3.No one liners, for those never go anywhere. I am Para to Multi Para rper. The length of my reply depends on how good our storyline is and how I'm feeling that day.4. Messager for talking OOC while Comments are for rping. If you wish to speak to me about a Storyline then by all means send me a message. 5.No crossovers, I will only rp with those that are willing to rp within the magical world. Yes i have tried to do crossovers before, but they have never gone anywhere before.I think that's all for now. If you have read my rules then sign with the name of favorite Harry Potter character.

www.roleplayer.me/leech_hater Have you ever suffered from a broken heart? Not a rejection, that hurts your pride, but a feeling of lose so bad there is no reprise from the tearing of your heart to shreds. The ground opens up swallowing you whole! Suffocating you in your grief, there is no escape. Knowing the past is dead and all that is left are  bittersweet memories.  A yearning, painful in its beauty for a friendship that never was. How do you fix a broken heart?...You can't. It can lie silent in its lingering slumber for years waiting.  Waiting for the moments it can rise its head tearing apart once again any peace you think you may have found, Simple words spoke in random conversations, a fleeting glance; enough to ram the burning blade of remorse deep into your heart again, tearing it open so the grief overwhelms you once gain.You can sit there, acting the part, wearing the masks others would wish you  to wear, eventually you might even believe  them. You can hide, lick the wounds that just wont heal or you can run! Trying to escape the torture of rejection that haunts you like your shadow.It's not something you'd choose! Neither, someone you could pacifically chose. Simple  words " I choose you' are insignificant they have no meaning or purpose. They are empty. It is like gravity, you are drawn like metal to a magnet. There is no promise of romance. There are no promises at all! But you find yourself looking for them each day. Smiling when you see them, until you realise one day, you have lost yourself within them. That there isnt a single thing you wouldnt do, or become for them. Thoughts, feelings go beyond any rational reasoning. A friendship so sacred it touches upon your heart forever.The ground sped away under the massive clawed paws  of the Silver wolf.  Swiftly his lean shadow darted between the trees, over logs and under languidly hanging branches. It seamed he had been running for years now. Trying to escape demons of his past, memories that hurt with a pain he had no explanation for. His trust was all but gone he had left it behind so long ago he wasn't sure if he would ever find it or know it again.All he knew for certain was the pull! It carried him forward, back across the forest he had once frolicked playfully with the Pack in. Back to the realms he had once sworn with his life to protect and the special people that dwelt within them.Their  many faces filtered through his thoughts, the friends he had once had and known. His family, the Pack. They had understood, even when he had ran so fast hide so deep they could not find him or call him forth. Like the Forest, they would see his return, welcome it. Up ahead the sun filtered through the canopy of leaves. It's golden aura offering peace, the realisation he would never forget his grief. Could never out run it. But he would learn to live with it. It was not his grief that had drawn him back. It was something else. Beautiful in its simplicity, it was hope! Slowing his gait, nimbly the silver wolf slunk, skirting the trees at the edge of the Forest. Casting his gaze out across the rolling green pastures and small village. The short childlike inhabitants that went about their business unaware. His razor sharp claws digging into the dirt, skidding his long lean body to a halt as he found what had pulled him back. Slowly he edged forward stepping out of the shadows of the undergrowth to watch her. it didn't matter that she did not realise, that she did not know. What mattered was when he looked upon her, finally he saw hope; and he felt peace! paul by Legolas on Grooveshark

A single moment could change one's life forever.  A single sentence, a mere thought, or a poor decision could destroy someone.  Whitney Collins was the prime example.  Her moment was the night of her first fashion show after her grandmother's tragic death.  Whitney had planned everything for months in advance, from the guest list to the wine menu, and of course the designs.  She had agonized over the perfect location, the ideal advertisers, and had even tried to consider what this new change meant for her in her personal life, as well as in the office.  But it wasn't until the night of the actual fashion show that Whitney discovered the true effects.  The result would change her viewpoint forever.It started backstage, when a couple of her models found themselves entangled in a catfight.  Whitney didn't know what caused it, nor did she care.  Normally, she would just roll her eyes, down another flute of champagne, and leave her grandmother to take care of the idiots.  But in that moment, she realized she was the boss now.  It was her job to take care of them, consequences and all.  It was a small caveat of her job that she hadn't quite considered.  Still, she managed to calm the girls and usher them into position.  Then everything went wrong.  One girl's hem tore on her heels, leaving Whitney to wonder why she hired her in the first place if she couldn't even walk properly.  One of her staff approached her and informed her that one of the guests was complaining about her seat, or rather, her seat-mate.Still, Whitney managed to sort everything out and get the show going on time.  She watched several models strut down the runway with the hottest bags, the cutest shoes.  Then, an idea hit her, and Whitney felt her heart leap into her throat.  This was all her. She wasn't watching something her grandmother had organized.  These were some of her designs, and everything on view had passed her own approval.  Every crisis was averted with her own mind.  This fashion show was entirely hers.  It was in that moment, watching her show displayed before her, that Whitney's world changed forever.  Everything suddenly morphed into a new picture.  One girl was oddly posed, and another tripped a little as she walked.  Whitney realized that she wasn't viewing this as the vice president, the easy going best friend.  She was viewing it as the boss. This was her time. This was her reputation on the line, not simply someone she knew.  Some would say this was the beginning of a monster. But Whitney vowed, in that moment, to be the best boss she could be. She was no longer just a sidekick.  She was everything.

Out the Worlds News  Nyghtwolfe frowned, having made a hard decision. But she knew in her heart that it was the right one to make. I'm Lady Lumiya not a single female waiting for Empress decisions. "I need to purge myself of all the negativity and rejoice once again in the simplicity of just breathing, seeing, tasting, touching, smelling. To unclutter the troubling thoughts of the mind and be again at peace with myself in the silence." She looked at me as if the medallion was handed to her, "Gather up all that is good and wholesome in your heart. Spread it around to everyone you meet. Share a sunny smile to the wilted flowers of the soul, and nourish them with love." With this words of hers the Forest of Androia had taken her into an other dimension, the weight in her hands out the Medallion was immense, this power element whom her words had spoken touched me deeply a vague melancholy sudden warning me for how much I will miss her, as she parted away living me alone in this path.  "Do please,... don't leave!" But she was my Master, my Empress and Goddess, I was just a mortal of higher rank with some noble blood to study the God's out the Science. Did not understand her, it was like she left me something to learn. What is wholesome in my heart? A raw emptiness undressed my heart with a cool sharp pain living me vulnerable. The mystery of being alone and finding the resources out of a plain Forest with just a path, made me over react with fear, voices over my head asking me "How did you end up in here". "All the education you had, and the possibilities", "You are insisting your time is on! Is it worth it to make your own?" Had look around and no one was there, every one had left onto their houses and new domains, with the same duties, with old wounds to heal. I could not even pretend to any one, that I was perfectly happy. Whom would I make believe something I don't even feel. "Where will I find my virtue to her words?" Walking with a torment of thoughts, with my horse could only seek for orientation, the reality of being lost in the mids of this trees and fields haunted me for hours, maybe it was the power of The Medallion affected me, I would rather have a magnetic needle to point me over which path, had just remember was going to go towards the North. The weather was not that bad, my horse and this Medallion was all I had, So I have cared for my clothe to ride the horse getting ready to mount and secure the bags well tight to the back and front. We did win the wars in the gates of hell and cleared the paths, now had secured my mind that everything that Nightwolfe told me, was to be just in a matter of time and sharing loving the moment. Had walk away the horse and seat in a rock to tighten my boots, and out my pocket had written her words to remember, Because this Medallion causes too much strength in the contra part of its own Power. Will have to study the actions and reactions of this piece and for its theory if it is to believe or not. So I must experiment much along the way. That afternoon hours before the sunset, me and my horse galloped, the fears of being alone and non protected made me doubt again, for a second the horse stopped the ride out of my command, it was frustrating. A well educated lady as me with noble blood, alone? I'm not a herald of love from where I come and towards I go, maybe it is in the path. As the horse shacked their heads and waved his hairs from side to side, could not think any more, I could return home, way is the horse stooping? Where is home any way without an adventure, who cares what people think? Who cares if I think too much? I'm a scientist and can deduct very well, when my brain is working at its best. What is going on? The reigns in my hands hold it them with such uncertainty, not very focus and in command, I was kind of loose for a certain distorted reason. Had just remember the gossips for peace or confrontation from the Greeks, and Androia did not want to be involved in wars, this maybe just this Gods an ancient source of power I could not detect clearly. If there was an Anthropologist who could help me En-code the meaning of this Medallion, gosh this is too heavy. Why are the Gods doing this to me? Have never being so insecure. Is the sun raising? No, is the sun set. Passed by an abandoned cabin, I was more exhausted from my mental filtration to discover a true path, then from the drive it self. Coming down the horse, hold him ass we walked around searching for water, there was wheal behind so I have managed to love my circumstances and bring the ability to share love and life, and pulled up the bucked from the cord and thanking my horse, had let him drink from it. Well, we have moved something, I guess.

god's plan— the miracle        Watching his Brother Jupiter after his discourse, along the primal Gods meditated in the quiet seat, truth be said, Justice Jupiter, that in mine my arms thrilled bellow it's skin. All Gods muted too for a cycle of entreating eternity as Zeus, my husband Jupiter, had prepared his order out the hills of madness to Enlighten the prime Gods too, with the mystery of shift shaping, not such as Jupiter who was most of the same Roman Imperialist than the philosopher dancing Greek. Allas! His vibrational affluence among natures accumulating awakening was in alignment as Zelus made his work on the North, God of Arduous Zealously and Rivalry to ignite those to be better in fine competition and order. We could Catalyse from here. This Pantheon of chiefs seem to look down with sorrow many times, for our failures and the disagreements, "Odin?" have pause to joint with the sound of the Galaxy, where Asgard present it's, onto a rapid voice pronounced with this large pause. "He does not want to seat with Half of the Primal Gods of the World, he wishes Dominion and Supremacy! Humanity he has shown to his forgotten as you speak"    The radars out the galaxies multiplicated an interface where we could co<-->relate to past, present and future, as Tartarus, known as Hell, Odin did not like to mingle. Susceptivity, my mind had sharpen on the political spheres, explosions and anger from extremes of the world were marching and anger without a stop. Had stood among all The Primal Gods of Nations. Thought hypnotising and meditative abroad, the above part of my Aura transformed with rays of light connected to the infine whole, radiant, now we knew where Odin was and how.    My arms immobile without nothing being able to manipulate or do, nor touch, nor have, are the walls who don't exist in this Olympus but the structural pillars as the spine to the Sun, generally based for us an interconnection that was of frequent silence among all the beings in the Universe, as I was Here, said to Jupiter who had spoken, just.   "The manner in which people with out much culture given to reflect bring more limitations then creation, because the educated person learns to select it's thoughts and organise it emotions, here in Olympus we have maintain the Muses Art. For Inspiration and Understandings of the Hight Class to rejoice the world with out forgetting the Muse of Tragedy, Melpomene,  in thy it's here where we feel human and mercy, vulnerable, we close our selfs to the impossibilities of the unions and riches that are to bond us in this foreverness, and some times loosing it all brings a Compassion that raises you to the Gods, right Here and Now. "   Have turn down my side with reverence to the whole as I was welcomed asking for the Hera of the North for who Greek flows for too, and with modesty out such beauties to the other side my head as breathing slower to a minimum susceptive, in particular "Clio, I want you to Note the History on this Search again and report to the people, what is for them that is required to share this World's Bests"    Clio seemingly quiet, paradoxical as she was not sent down to the North Lands, nor to perpetuate any drama or happy end, after the past, upon the enthusiasm to the Dragon's Queen. She managed, but again the cuts could not let the powers flow, once again. She poured a paradigm as she was not sent down to the North Lands, after the past path that prevails the enthusiasm to the Dragon's Queen. She managed a good job, but again the cuts could not let the powers flow, once again."Way Hekate, way so afraid? When the World needs your Magic and there is no more Bon Fires."      The young Faith of the 3 Faiths, out the Destines said. _ "It is not you Hera, or others, it is how Destine twists the habits and concludes to prove the roads are not what we accumulate in it, but  how some borrow words and thoughts, without eluding the experience in this now."    It was true that all Gods were leaning not just here but in legions and other halls as to tell you what is worth on values, to control, I have not domesticate Zeus yet, nor that I intend as Olympus. Originally is and used to be, nor Pagans to Romans, who purged the Nordic Pagans too. With pointed eye towards the God of China, the Asians, with golden stature, imperial Zen at their own myths and foods just recently Braking its Walls onto the them outer lands, presented an equilibrium not many could form, stabilising a tranquility on the side of the palace, now he just liked the gold and to be friends with every one with Odin and Against him for mutual business I Hera will adjust in futures now the Spaniards moved underneath with no God of them own but an Universal which was known to all, they seem to be a Mixture of Odin with Allah's God Aligned the Greeks and futures Rome, bring a cross to the son of God if you may, yet! Have not to be said the business that are mediated here.     Next to him Hephaestus stood, God of Machinery and of technical device during war and mobile to craft, he bowed to Jupiter/Zeus as for any culture would be in it's own name translated as the God of all in one and only and asked him. "God of the Roman Pantheon as the former who controlled the weather. The Machinery is prepared and technology, the systems program too. May not Thor stand in the way."    _"We will debate upon the Goddess Europa for whom Zeus enamour was by her beauty, a mare woman then, transformed him self into a Bull and carried her in his back, where she holds his horns at strong passive impulse, It's being Predict for the Spaniards History and the Latin's a commune sense to Europa, Greeks Continent who helped the primitive Nordics with Architecture and Laws, for them wished wealthy system as well."     At this may nor this Galaxy interface what north is and south for bellow is as above, the North Must come down, boundaries, borders, orbits are separating more to prevent confrontations and cultivating them wider spaces and the request here appeared more to be for a miracle for this mission. Could have being born to be Hera, here, but did love to not know it all and watch the nature of history flow out the Kingdom of the Skies. With this contemplation a body of material suffering occurred to direct a warning.     Melpomene the muse of tragedy is not amusing us here today, she is seating on the waters dramatically mellow for her beloved, she made the mistake once again to Inspire the Nordic and fall in love with one of them, was she worthy for this pain  or rejected? hum... she wont move from the Island where heads are chop, the isle of Nike, the Samotraky Island, she waits for her suicidal death but no one pays attention to her tragic parade, Urania Muse of Astrology come down to the Goddess Styx and asked the river "Tell her to ask your daughter Nike of Victory to bring her back in her constellation path." As horripilate this river was, is and will be, its waters miraculous are, has not the Jhon the Vaptice bath in it, for some traditions are passed sacredly in private from time to time to let time be in it's spacial movement.      The Action of gaining or regaining possession was something that had to be exchanged, to avoid a war I Here and now politically speaking had not found threats to be paired, what fears most was the lack of trust for is him God whom wishes to Divinize you in font miracles to happen with all we have.      It was about time as Athena walked with bare feet towards the gates to host a tactic Miracle, the wirable miracle of God, he was a God that had a mixture of Ares in his veins and Hermes, with ambivalent must whom the faiths watch always carefully, now every one feared the Destines, even Zeus who worked with them would not meddle with their affairs. But Miracles happen even for the twisted Faiths of Destine and we need him closely. The seating Gods opened them a mediative state for the trade he marks. They all wished on him to hurry, humans too as creatures for food. The muse played them arts next to him with variants of senses and with the privilege of his presence who humbled us, forgetting any desires. Welcomed him, just as we're. Tendered by the Illusions and projections of dreams to transform a reality, now the magic is not for an only God, could you sound please for the Guardians of the Blue Flame and Light, where is to be posed, the miracle for those wars or trades? I have been warned from the Goddess of Darkness Nyx that the Warrior Woman will rest to have spend them last fuel out Androia, for all the Gods whom you chose to pose a Miracle to enter the Bonds with Odin's North? It was the very Zeus who requested, if I wanted a Miracle out of him.      Not every one could see him, no miracles were to be found with the mare eye, children live in it and as we empower their growth, we loose it's magic to control. But whom I was to speak of Miracles when,..   ...each God has it's prose. 

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

1. Dormammu enters into an alliance with the Asgardian god Loki (adopted brother of the thunder god Thor) and tricks superhero teams the Avengers and Defenders into fighting each other for components of the artifact the Evil Eye. The Eye is reassembled, and allows Dormammu to merge his own universe with all the planets of the "regular" Marvel Universe without breaking his vow. Dormammu imprisons the traitorous Loki and effortlessly overwhelms all of his other opponents, leaving only the Scarlet Witch. When Loki escapes and distracts Dormammu , the Scarlet Witch casts a hex on the Eye that causes it to absorb Dormammu into itself, which costs Loki his sanity as a side effect. - "Avengers/Defender War" from Steven Englehart. The Avengers 115-118 (September - December 1973), Marvel Comics Steve Englehart. The Defenders 8-11 (September - December 1973), Marvel Comics2. "Fire on the mountain, lightning in the air": Avengers 186 defeating MoodredPictures of how powerful she is:https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/0/3347/2777961-uncanny_avengers_men_zone_016.jpghttps://www.strangearts.ru/sites/default/files/u2793/2898192-uncanny_avengers_004_004.jpghttps://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/10/102593/3212411-07.jpgIf you need more, I can find more information from her training with Agatha which helped her control her Chaos Magic and use and manipulate the elements to extreme measures.

Alice Ankoku ♥ Taken by Kiba ♥ Age: 18  Sarah ♥ Taken by Shaun ♥ Age: 18kitty Clare ♥ taken by Shadow ♥ Age: 18                    Rini Clare ♥ taken by Nightmare ♥ Age: 18     Cecilia ♥ Taken by rock ♥                  Christiane ♥ Taken By Jayce ♥                          missy ♥ Taken By Jayce ♥   

Once Mankind accepted a simple truth: That they could not turn back time.~Synopsis~So what's this SL about?Basically Thor has disappeared. (yes he has retired)But if you know anything about Loki, then you would understand why he could not just accept that Thor had disappeared.Deep down, it was never about the actual throne of Asgard, but in being his Brothers equal, being looked upon as others looked upon Thor.*It is very much a love, hate bond and relationship between the two.*(pretending to hate, whilst hiding love & admiration)So this is the plot run-down-Thor has disappeared. it is not known where or when.Loki has the Throne of Asgard. But he can't be happy not knowing what happened to his Brother.So he sought the guidance of * those whom sit in shadows*Whom told him he could find out, what had befallen Thor by using one of the infinity gems. The Time Gem.But in order to use it safely, and not risk undoing creation, he needs 5 ancient artifacts, that have been spread across the realms(verses) of the universe(rp)and a Divergent to channel the power( an open mind) which would enable him to step back into time and witness what had befallen Thor.To ensure his success, and make sure Asgard acquires all the artifacts from the different realms, he will call all of EOA to form a Fellowship.They will then travel the hidden portals with Loki and the Divergent to claim the ancient artifacts  from the different realms.They will face different challenges in each realm. It is not just about Battle! There will be many obstacles they have to face together, that will make them feel, think and bond together.(Its actually about role-players coming together in writing. understanding each other and accepting. Its about friendship)The realms we enter, shall be different verses to that of Asgard.A challenge in its self! A chance for us all to make many new friends or strengthen the bonds of old friendship.A chance for us, in EOA, to get to know each other better and feel we are part of something together! The SL will take place in Loki's Blog from start to finish.So it will be easy to access for all EOA members and All other participants from each Realm(verse) we visit. It will also be placed in Bulletins.The opening of the SL will start with each and every member of EOA receiving a summoningfrom Loki to meet him in the Hall of Champions, within Asgard. Avengers and Midgardian's take note. Heimdall will have the Bifrost open for you! You do not need to ask him for travel, when you are ready to join the SL, it will be automatic.Information on Marvel references and each Realm' Ancient relic will be given via link below.https://www.roleplayer.me/view_blog.php?id=0000283290All can access this, for information. There is no  stipulation to length of any post contributed to the SL- If you can manage a para, its great - multi para - fantastic! *I can not state this will bring Thor back to EOA.*As i said at the beginning of this synopsis, he has retired.But i wish to honor him. The effort and the Group he created.The great story's he gave us all, in rp.I would like us all, to feel proud of what we go on to create and the friendships we make within this SL!

Name: SaarebassAlias(s): SaarSex: MaleRace/Species: Human-Qunari half-breedAge: 28Family: Both parents deceasedBirthplace: RivainOccupation: Mercenary, mageHeight: 6' 3"Weight: 257 lbs.Eye Color: GoldHair: BlackWeapons/Equipment: Bladed-staff, magicAttributes/Traits: Stronger than most humans, but weaker than most Qunari; Self-taught polearms expert; Self-taught mage, well-versed in magic, but with a greater focus on the Primal schoolBio: Living in Kont-aar, Saar's mother, a Tamassran, grew up curious about human culture. It was this curiosity that caused her to dally with a human man in Rivain. Through this man, she learned of the concept of love outside of the Qun and found her faith within her society wavering in favor of the more free and intimate nature of human society. It was only after seeing this man defending himself from the Templars did she learn of his true nature. He was a mage. It was not soon after this that she discovered she was pregnant. Already filled with doubt about the Qun and now fearing for the life of her child if her people ever found out, Tamassran fled Kont-aar and vanished deep in Rivain.When her child was born, her greatest fear was realized. He possessed the gift...and curse...of magic. At first, she was frightened. The Qun would have demanded he be bound and chained...but when she looked into her child's eyes, she did not feel disgust or pity. She felt...love. Genuine love that his father had helped her realize. Her child, her half-breed child would live and neither the Templars nor the Qunari would ever take him from her, not while she drew breath.She named her son "Saar", which in the Qunari tongue means: dangerous. She found it fitting considering his status as a mage, but she would never call him "Saarebas"; her son was dangerous, but he was not a "bas", or "thing", to her. Having no real knowledge about magic, Tamassaran- who know called herself "Karam" to better hide herself from those who hunted the Tal-Vashoth- could only caution her son in the usage of magic. She did not believe in the Chantry, but she used one or two of its teachings to help him understand magic and its dangers. Saar came to both fear and respect magic, agreeing with the passage of the Chant: "Magic is meant to serve man, not to rule over him". Still, despite keeping his nightmares in check, avoiding possession by demons, and learning what he could about magic, Saar dealt with an affliction worse than the magic flowing through his blood...loneliness. He had tried to make friends, to be social with others, but was met with failure every time. Children were wary of him because of his appearance- pale skin, the way he towered over them, and the horns protruding from his head-, and adults threatened or chased him away. They feared him because the Qunari were feared in general; his half-breed appearance only further stigmatized him. Karam saw her son struggle not to see himself as a monster."It is not appearances or heritages that define us, child...it is our actions."Saar, took his mother's wisdom to heart, He lived his life in solitude with his mother, trying to master his magic, ignoring the barbs made by the people in the village, and also delving curiously into his Qunari heritage, taking up some of the Qun's teachings, but not all of them. All seemed well as he grew into adulthood...that was until the Ben-Hassarath came. Karam was not surprised. She always knew they would never give up the search for her...but they didn't know of her son. She ordered Saar to run. Saar refused to leave the only person who cared about him. He would use his magic to protect her. Karam would not hear it. Despite abandoning her people, the principles of the Qun were still apart of her. The Qun demanded her death. Saar was born outside the Qun; the principles did not apply to him. She knocked her son out, and left their cottage to meet her fate.When Saar awoke the next morning, his mother was gone, the Ben-Hassarath were gone, and he was alone. His mourning was aggressive. He wandered from town to town, causing fights, dabbling in vices, committing petty crimes. Still, he always repressed his magic. It wasn't until one night when he nearly became possessed by a demon of rage, did Saar realize how he was shaming his mother's sacrifice. Using both the principles of the Qun, and his mother's wisdom, he tempered himself, becoming the man his mother gave him the chance to be.He could never have a normal life. The magic and horns saw to that. The only option he had was the option most Tal-Vashoth took: mercenary work. It took time, establishing a name for himself, evading the Templars, and trying to keep one step ahead of the Ben-Hassarth, but Saar managed to settle into the life of a mercenary. His appearance was frightening enough to scare most enemies, and his Qunari strength and magic made him a force to be reckoned with. Now, he wonders Thedas, seeking a living and trying to make his mark on the world.

1. Micah2. Amanda3. M. Blake4. Kira5. Patrick

It was the wee hours of the night when Thomas Riker walked quietly through the rear courtyard of the Troi Mansion in the warm balmy Betazed air. He quietly opened the back door of the main house, silently ascended the stairs and now stood outside Deanna's bedroom door weighing his options; to walk in and let her know he was there or go back down to the Guest House, keep his blocks in place and continue to avoid her. He'd been working hard for Section 31 as well as SID and had been in dire need of some shore leave. He'd collected a very large number of days and had taken Lwaxana up on her offer of respite and assistance. Thomas had come to Betazed for a breather and perhaps to learn how to heal some old wounds that just didn't quite seem to want to be rehabilitated and now one of those wounds lay sleeping on the other side of the closed door.  Neither he nor Lwaxana were aware Deanna would show up unannounced to spend some leave time with her mother; she'd arrived earlier that evening just as the sky had darkened. He lounged, cloaked in darkness in the courtyard looking at the stars in the sky when she unexpectedly arrived. He'd been there three weeks and if he'd of known Deanna was coming he would have made alternate plans. He kept all his walls in place, sat quietly shrouded in darkness while listening to Deanna tell her mother about his brother Will. He was unprepared for the physical agony he felt as Deanna spoke of Will not healing as fast as he should from his minor mishap on their latest away mission and how Will felt it would be nice if Deanna took a small vacation and visit her mother for a few weeks.  How he longed for it to be him she spoke of, him that she loved, craved, desired, him that she wanted in bed holding her and loving her. But it was Will she wanted, it always had been Will and it always would be. It wasn't often a woman had wanted Thomas for himself and not a substitute for William Riker and although both men shared so many similarities they were so very different and that included the sex department.  It had been pounded into him so often over the years that at times Thomas, himself believed and considered himself to be the left overs, the sloppy seconds, the dispensable one. Yet inside; his soul cried to be wanted, needed, desired...loved for the man who he was and the individual he'd worked so hard to become. In order for her not to know he was there for the time being he had to keep his mental block up as long as he could to shield him from her. He wasn't about to let her know he was here until he was damned good and ready.  He took it as a small sign that maybe; just maybe, she wanted to be with him once again. Although Thomas' rational side realized this was ridiculous to even think of such a thing, but he held onto some sort of hope as his mind went back to those two gloriously intense weeks they'd spent together getting reacquainted after his discovery and rescue from Nervala IV. Making love to and with her made him realize he was still very much a desirable man but then it all came crashing down on top of him; she'd decided to stay on the Enterprise, with Will, and it broke his heart but he refused to show it. Now here he stood just outside her bedroom door contemplating letting her know he was here and alive and that if she wanted to talk he was here for her. Thomas sighed and flinched slightly as he heard the Troi Matriarch speak, "Thomas stop yo-yoing and decide what you're going to do, those turbulent emotions of yours are giving me a headache, just go on in or go back to bed. Make up your mind dear boy; I'd like to get some sleep tonight." Thomas' mouth fell open, "I'm sorry Mrs. Troi. I didn't mean to disturb you.  I didn't realize...I mean I thought..." She flamboyantly waved her hand at him, "Oh Thomas when will you learn. You'll have to be much stronger with your blocking abilities when it comes to me. For Deanna and other Betazoids you're perfectly fine but it takes so much more to block me." With that she turned and went back into her room but not before whispering a word of caution to him. "Be careful Thomas, you're vulnerable and she's needy right now so keep those lusty thoughts to yourself." Thomas rolled his eyes as he exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in, reached for the door handle and quietly pushed it open, his choice had been made.  He stood, motionless, just inside the door; the moonlight casting a soft glow upon her porcelain skin allowing him to watch her as she slumbered, and she was as beautiful as she'd ever been. His heart was pounding hard in his chest and a lump had formed in his throat as he watched her chest rise and fall.  With his mental blocks in place he approached her quietly stopping when his thighs touched the edge of her bed.  He resisted the urge to kiss her, choosing instead to reach out and softly move a lock of her dark hair from her face. Thomas rarely, if ever made mistakes and he'd just made a doozy as he whispered oh so softly, "Deanna, come be with me. Imzadi I love you, I've always loved you, and I love you still."  He realized his error and swiftly backed away making it just outside her door as she sat up and looked around. His heart fell as she spoke with confusion in her voice. "Oh my Gods, Will, Imzadi, my love?" the last thing he saw was her pushing the covers from her slender beautiful body and sliding out of bed. Thomas swallowed the lump down as he swiftly walked away from her door; silent tears falling from his beautifully sad blue eyes, completely unaware that Lwaxana heard and felt the entire exchange as she stood at the end of the darkened corridor with tear filled eyes and a burning ache within her soul for the man whom she'd come to adore like a son, for the man who had had far too much heartache for any one person in one lifetime, for the man who'd never truly gotten a decent break in his life, he always seemed to come up short, for the man who was utterly broken, for the man who seemed to think he meant nothing and he truly believed what he'd told her the first night he was there; that he felt like he wasn't worth a thing to anyone and to him he was for all intents and purposes unwanted, unneeded and  unloved by the one person he could and would never truly ever be able to live without but had somehow learned to adapt because if he didn't he'd slowly drive himself insane. Thomas Riker certainly was an intensely demonstrative, passionate sort but Lwaxana too knew him to be a very precarious, dangerous man. There were two people who would feel the devastating, overwhelming power and extent of the pain he carried within him this night. For Lwaxana's part she truly realized the magnitude of the agony Thomas Riker was carrying with him. She heard his quiet hiccups as he nearly ran through the upper hallway, rushed down the steps as fast as his feet could take him and left the way he entered the Mansion. For Lwaxana's part she had moved to the upper hall window and watched Thomas as he stopped in the grass and looked upward raising his fisted hands to the sky silently cursing whatever Deity he believed in before he dropped to the ground, wrapped his arms around his head and muffled his scream before he stood and ran off full speed into the night sans shirt and footwear.  She knew he no longer cared nor wanted to keep his mental shields up to protect Deanna from his emotions and to keep her from knowing he was there. Lwaxana understood Thomas need to have Deanna feel every ounce of pain he'd felt over the many years of feeling like he was just a substitute, merely excess, expendable baggage. Lwaxana leaned against the open window listening to his distant animalistic pain filled cries break through the night air as well as her heart.  Lwaxana had taught him well in the weeks he'd been there, the force of which he shouted into Deanna's mind jolted her as well. For Deanna it took this night to understand, to comprehend, just how her actions had facilitated in scarring him for the rest of his life. She walked over to the open doors of her balcony and saw him plainly in the bright moonlight. He looked every bit the beautiful man she'd just parted with, for several weeks' of shore leave, on the Enterprise. Although, for all the physical attributes that were the same, the emotional and mental aspects were far different; splintered, fragmented, loud and wounded. She crossed her arms and raised a hand to her lips whispering his name, "Thomas..." as she watched the large man drop to his knees and bleed out his soul in a blood curdling scream before standing and running off into the night dressed only in a pair of pajama pants, her eyes filled with moisture as she heard his desperate cries in the aired Betazed night and her heart broke knowing she had helped do this to him. It was Thomas in her room speaking to her as she slept peacefully and she now knew he'd heard her call another man's name at Thomas' declaration of love to her. That part of his suffering was caused by her loving someone else and not looking for him when he was lost to the universe and more importantly, lost to himself. She could feel how dreadfully alone he truly felt he was and her heart and mind reached out to him only to be shoved forcefully back at her full force as she'd done with him so many years ago. She heard his screaming pleas, they were a mixture of pain and rage, in her mind, she recoiled at the strength of his thought casting and the strength of his conviction and her tears began to fall. Thomas yelled at the top of his lungs as he ran, he didn't know how far he'd ran before he stopped and leaned against a tree gasping for breath with tears rolling down his cheeks, that's when he felt Deanna enter his mind like soft, gentle tendrils caressing him, attempting to soothe him. He was angry at her for daring to do so and he vented his rage and his pain verbally before he cast to her. He didn't care if anyone else could focus enough on his pain and rage, just as long as she could hear him loud and clear. <<<NO! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! GET...OUT....OF...MY...HEAD!  I LOVE YOU!  .... I HATE YOU! GO BACK TO HIM! YOU NEVER LOVED ME, YOU USED ME THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS THERE! LEAVE....ME...ALONE!   GO AWAY! >>> He turned and punched the tree so hard he'd broken his hand and he was certain she'd feel his physical pain as well, but he simply didn't care anymore. He cradled his broken hand closely as he sunk to the ground and leaned up against the tree he'd just hit.  A sheen of sweat covered his muscular upper body, tears streaked his bearded face, and he didn't even bother to wipe anything off. There were soft howling moans coming from deep within his chest, the pain almost too much for him to bear but he'd lived before he'd live with it again. "Damn you, damn you, damn you." He whimpered under his breath.  Thomas couldn't be seen, he was covered by the blackness, but he realized he most certainly could be heard by any Betazoid who wished to take a peek into his sordid, disjointed mind. All but a few would tune him out and honestly in some sadistic way he wanted Deanna to feel all the ugly, aggrieved emotions he'd held inside for so long.  Thomas had worked hard to try and repair his traumatized psyche. He'd only recently started to come to grips that he actually needed help to attempt to heal some of the damage that a lifetime of trauma had created and now with the aid of Lwaxana Troi he was attempting to work on it but perhaps, he thought painfully, it was all just merely in vain.