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}.whitetext12{visibility:hidden; display:none;}.orangetext15{visibility:hidden; display:none;}.lightbluetext8{visibility:hidden; display:none}table table table table td {width:0px;}.contactTable td, table table td.text table td,table table table table table td {width:auto;}.profile { display:none !important;visibility:hidden!important; } .a {hide top search bar}div div select, div div form {display:none !important;}select { visibility:hidden!important; WIDTH:0px!important;}table div {display:none;}table table div {display:block;}.navigationBar { display: none; }div[id="googlebar"],div div select{opacity:0;filter:alpha(opacity=0);display:none !important;position:absolute !important; bottom:2000px !important;} .vicarious{Misc Codes}p.breakhere { page-break-after: always } .{Align Properties}br{line-height:3px!important;}td.text table position:relative;top:-9px;}td.text table table{position:static;}.vicarious {Layouts available @ https://vicarious-hs.tumblr.com/} </style> .vicarious{Second Hide Blurbs Code} </td></tr></table><table style="display:none"><tr><td>Like to Meet: </td></tr></table></td></tr></table><BR><table bordercolor="ffcc99" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="950" bgcolor="ffcc99" border="0"><tr><td><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="950" align="center" bgcolor="ffffff" border="0"><td valign="top" align="center" width="950" bgcolor="ffffff" style="word-wrap:break-word"> <small>Nature Transformation </small><img src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/ypwtdE-1_zpscb84a383.gif"> <div class="about"><p><font class="b2"></font><p><b></b> <i></i> <em>Em</em>Tobirama was well-known for his legendary mastery of Water Release. He could use his water technique at any time, even if lacking a pre-existing water source by instead creating considerable quantities of water or else use the moisture in the surrounding area to follow up with other techniques.[74][75] He could further manipulate water by isolating areas within it and evaporating it at will.[54] His control was so refined, he could produce and maintain a protect shield on others while directly engaging his enemies.[54] All these feats were accomplished when he had a mere fraction of his full power due to Orochimaru's lack of mastery of the Impure World Reincarnation when reincarnated the first time. These, among other reasons, are why he is revered as the greatest known Water Release manipulator in history.[76]In areas with water, he could move and stay underwater for a considerable amount of time without detrimental effects. In addition, he could use tendrils of water to grab hold of his target or pull it underwater in order to drown it. With the Water Release: Water Formation Wall, he could produce a powerful barrier of water able to easily disperse very intense fire blasts. He could launch large pressurised missiles of water which were capable of destroying a chakra-infused earthen wall.[54] He can also use the Water Release: Water Severing Wave technique which creates a high-pressure stream, capable of cutting through the branches of the Shinju with ease. In the anime, it is also shown that he could use the Water Release: Water Colliding Wave to attack and cover a large area with water. He was also shown that he could single-handedly counter the Uchiha clan's signature technique from one of its most gifted members, a feat that usually requires several Water Release users working together. </td></tr></table></td></tr></table><BR><table bordercolor="ffcc99" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="950" bgcolor="ffcc99" border="0"><tr><td><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="950" align="center" bgcolor="ffffff" border="0"><td valign="top" align="center" width="950" bgcolor="ffffff" style="word-wrap:break-word"> </td><td valign="top"><table><tr><td valign="top"> <small>Space-Time Ninjutsu</small><img class="img2" src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/cte7qZ_zps4629a116.gif"><div class="about"><p><font class="b2"></font><p><b></b> <i></i> <em>Em</em> Tobirama was also very skilled in the use of Space-Time Ninjutsu, so much so that Minato Namikaze was shocked when he realised that Tobi was more adept in this skill than Tobirama and himself.[77][78] As its creator, he was able to use the Flying Thunder God Technique, a technique that creates a unique seal to mark places or targets he wished to teleport to. Tobirama is also able to link himself to the seals created by another user of this technique.[79] Likewise he is capable of teleporting multiple people with or without accompanying them or even being in direct contact with them.[64][80]Tobirama also stated he could simultaneously teleport two Tailed Beast Ball created by Obito Uchiha, as the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki.[81] Tactically, Tobirama is able to perform well-timed assaults and can teleport himself to his own launched kunai to attack his opponent from all angles at once, leaving almost no time to counter. Stemming from this technique Tobirama could also use the Flying Thunder God Slash to inflict a devastating wound to the enemy in a single blow.[5] Another of his derived techniques is the Mutually Instantaneous Revolving Technique which allows him to switch places at any point in time with another Flying Thunder God Technique user that he has marked.[82] <p><font class="b2">Bukijutsu </font><p>Tobirama was a skilled weapons user since childhood, able to wield a sword skilfully against Madara's younger brother, Izuna Uchiha, on multiple occasions. Tobirama also showed considerable shurikenjutsu prowess, able to launch a barrage of kunai with a single sweep accurately, noted by Izuna as very lethal against anyone without a Sharingan.[90] Tobirama was also able to combine these two weapon skills with his ninjutsu to perform the Flying Thunder God Slash technique, taking the Mangekyō Sharingan-wielding Izuna by surprise and mortally wound him.[5] In the anime, it was said that he wielded the Sword of the Thunder God, a blade with electrical abilities, and he was said to have mastered its use despite the blade's lethal nature.[91]</div> <small> Chakra, An enraged Tobirama </small><img class="img2" src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/lbrqXc_zps467dcb5e.gif"><div class="about"><p>Due to his Senju lineage, Tobirama inherited an extraordinary life force, as well as powerful physical energy and stamina. He has shown being capable of fighting for nearly an entire day against their rival clan, the Uchiha.[58] Likewise, his chakra was also shown to be remarkably strong as simply releasing it can cause a dense surge around him.[55] He was also able to resist the control of Orochimaru's Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation with ease, until the latter used Hashirama's DNA to strengthen the control.[59] Due to his large amounts of chakra, Tobirama was able to teleport both Naruto and Minato while in their respective Tailed Beast Modes.[60] Tobirama also displayed considerable chakra control, and was able to various Water Release techniques like the Water Dragon Bullet Technique with a single hand seal, which usually require a multitude of them.[61]</div> <small>Tobirama clashing with Izuna Uchiha</small><img src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/tumblr_n8mfvlrIhi1qbcw9uo3_500_zps1a689dbb.gif" align="left"><div class="about"><p><font class="b2"></font><p><b></b> <i></i> <em>Em</em> He would later accompany his father to where Hashirama met up with Madara; here they were confronted by Tajima and Izuna Uchiha, the latter of whom Tobirama acknowledged by name.[4]Senju and Uchiha fightsTobirama and his father clashing with Izuna and Tajima Uchiha.As Tobirama and Izuna clashed, unbeknownst to Tobirama, Tajima prepared to land a would-be fatal attack on him, which was deflected by Hashirama who returned to the battlefield. Shocked by this, the two sides reached an impasse, and Tobirama listened on as Madara turned down Hashirama's offer to broker peace between the two sides. He later watched on shocked when Madara manifested his Sharingan. The two sides would part ways from this altercation without any bloodshed. </td><td></td><td valign="top"> </td><td valign="top"><table><tr><td valign="top"> <small>Ways to Talk to me</small> <div class="links"> <a href="/logincomplete.php"class="first">HOME</a><a href="https://www.roleplayer.me/invite_friend.php?friend_id=303683"class="first">ADD</a><a href="/add_comment.php?member_id=303683"class="first">COMMENT</a><a href="/send_message.php?member_id=303683"class="first">MESSAGE</a><a href="/view_album.php?album_id=31816&member_id=1471"class="first">PICS</a><a href="/view_my_blog.php"class="first">BLOGS</a> </div> <small> Tobirama as a child.</small><img class="img2" src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/tumblr_n8jsawwKYH1sq8dmjo1_500_zps8d5f4988.gif"><div class="about"><p> In his youth, he wore a pair of pin-striped pants and shirt which left his arms exposed. He also did not have the markings on his face.</div> </div> <img class="img" src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/tumblr_n7p44dNOpA1r1xo14o1_500_zps11424cce.gif"> <small>Personality </small> <div class="conlinks"> Even as a child, Tobirama was a stoic and composed individual with a logical and pragmatic approach to life. He took a rational and practical approach to situations such as when he noted that if adults wanted to end the senseless bloodshed, all they needed to do was enter into a treaty and adhere to it.[2] While very obedient to his father, as well as loyal towards his clan, it was not to the extent where it clouded his judgement, as he was able to envision a rational way for the shinobi clans to achieve peace.[2] As a Hokage like his older brother, he felt a great deal of loyalty and devotion to the village, and placed its well-being above all else.[15] He was willing to fight for the sake of his village against both Orochimaru and Sasuke when the latter claimed he is going to destroy the village.[16] In battle, his commonly used tactic was to capitalise on the moment his opponent thinks they have won the battle to strike with a counter-attack. Tobirama was also described as being strong-spirited, and passionate.[1] During the First Shinobi World War, Tobirama was also willing to sacrifice himself by acting as a decoy to protect his own comrades.[17] He taught Hiruzen to love the village and protect all those who have faith in him as the next Hokage.[18]More straight-laced than his exuberant and idealist elder brother, Tobirama was a realist by nature, traits displayed during the First Shinobi World War when he, and his small battalion were surrounded by the Kinkaku Squad, Tobirama realised the only way out for his subordinates, and acted accordingly.[14] This was also displayed in his attitude towards the Uchiha whom he believed were almost all intrinsically cursed, based on his knowledge of them, as well as his own personal interactions with them.[19] Such a logic-based personality led him to believe firmly in laws above anything else in terms of keeping peace and order, displayed in his youth where he came to the logical conclusion that if the adults wanted to stop the constant wars, all they had to do was create laws and abide by them no matter what.[2] Not afraid to deal with all aspects of village life, both the good and bad, Tobirama himself noted that his role as the Second revolved around mediating their new-found lifestyle, getting shinobi who had once before lived and fought only for themselves or their own clans to not only care for, but work with each other.[20] </div> <style>Code made by Black Masquerade Resources - https://black-masquerade.tumblr.com/ </style><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/2V-N4tj_y00?version=3&hl=en_US&autoplay=1&loop=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/2V-N4tj_y00?version=3&hl=en_US&autoplay=1&loop=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>Interests:</td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><tr><td><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><td valign="top" bgcolor="000000" style="word-wrap:break-word"> <small>Tobirama irritated at Naruto's ignorance.</small><img src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/tumblr_n85w3eT0VE1r7s7f2o1_500_zps5dd70da5.gif" align="left"> <div class="about"><p><font class="b2"></font><p><b></b> <i></i> <em>Em</em>Between him and his brother, Tobirama had the more assertive, directive and authoritative personality, and would often take time to talk to his eldest brother in this manner who would proceed to sulk and obey his commands.[21] Despite viewing him as an idiot and generally soft,[22][23][24] Tobirama nonetheless loved his brother dearly and followed his commands when he saw how serious he was about an equally dire situation.[25][26][27] He also openly admitted his inferiority to his brother during the battle with Obito when he stated Naruto might one day become an even greater Hokage than Hashirama. Tobirama also cares greatly for the village and, being pragmatic by nature, Tobirama valued peace and balance. Owing to his belief in the ability of laws and establishments to keep things in order, tried in his own way to help the Uchiha from falling prey to their curse by placing them in charge of the Konoha Military Police Force, giving them a duty to focus their emotions into, so that history would not repeat itself and create another person like Madara Uchiha.[28] Ultimately Tobirama noted that while he was wary of the Uchiha, he held neither hatred nor grudge towards them and noted that there were several Uchiha who transcended the mentality of their clan and also placed the well-being of the entire village and peace above all else.[29] Citing one of his own subordinates Kagami who had inherited the Will of Fire.[30] He would also later plead for Sasuke's life after a failed surprise attack.[31] Tobirama was willing to use kinjutsu in order to help Sasuke. He went on to note that he actually kept a wary eye on all clans with potential that threatened to upturn the establishment of the village - noting that this mediation was what predominantly filled his role as Hokage, and that he was especially wary of the Uchiha only because they were exceptionally powerful.[32] He was often misunderstood in this respect due to his serious nature, chiefly by Madara, who thought that Tobirama would eliminate the Uchiha to settle scores as soon as he was made Hokage.[33] Tobirama in a battle is also a quite fearsome and brutal opponent as he, witnessed by his battle tactics: taking advantage of any lapse in defence of his enemies, crudely and calculatingly attacking them at moments they were vulnerable. This was displayed in his intentions to deal the killing blow to Madara after he had been defeated.[34]Tobirama irritatedTobirama irritated at Naruto's ignorance.Though not knowing each other for long, the dynamics between Tobirama and the Fourth Hokage Minato Namikaze are very unique. Both men seem to have a great level of respect for one another especially since they seem to operate the same in battle in terms of thinking. The fact that they are both users of the Flying Thunder God Technique also seems to factor into this as each has lauded the other's speed and quick-thinking.[35][36] Tobirama also finds Minato's quirk of giving techniques odd names amusing and noted that if they were under different circumstances he might have laughed at a name like Spiralling Flash Super Round Dance Howl Participate Formula,[37] and later chided Minato when during battle he decided to reiterate the name of Naruto and Sasuke's technique.[38] Though initially noting he was not one to laugh during battle, Tobirama later became comically irritated at Naruto when the young man casually noted that Tobirama knew a lot about what he dubbed "his" Shadow Clone Technique, leading the Hokage to tell him that he was also the inventor of this technique.[39] </td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><tr><td><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><td valign="top" bgcolor="000000" style="word-wrap:break-word"><center><div style="float: left; width: 50%;"></div><div style="float: right; width: 50%;"><a href="" class="kath">LINK</a><a href="" class="kath">LINK</a></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><tr><td><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><td valign="top" bgcolor="000000" style="word-wrap:break-word"><center></object></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><tr><td><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><td valign="top" bgcolor="000000" style="word-wrap:break-word"><small>Tobirama questioned whether or not his brother intended to kill him. </small><img src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/tumblr_inline_n8jvuuQVgc1rm83oo_zpse1c67057.gif" align="left"> <div class="about"><p><font class="b2"></font><p><b></b> <i></i> <em>Em</em>Decrying Madara as a crazed person, Tobirama questioned whether or not his brother intended to kill him. However, Tobirama was shocked when Hashirama - fully intent on going through with this - prepared to kill himself, but not before telling everyone present to swear that the feud between Senju and Uchiha would end. Though the act was stopped by Madara, and Tobirama later watched on as, Hashirama struck a peace treaty with the Uchiha and its then-leader Madara Uchiha and with Konohagakure's creation following soon after.,[6] Tobirama never became any less wary of Madara for his actions, and the other Uchiha by extension. After retrieving his brother from what would become the Hokage Monument - notably sparing no word of greeting for, nor even acknowledging Madara - and hearing of the position of Hokage and his brother's intent to give it to the Uchiha, Tobirama noted that Hashirama could not arbitrarily make unilateral decisions like their father had, and that things had to be discussed and agreements reached through democracy. However, during their conversation where the topic of the impending threat of the Uchiha was broached by Tobirama, Hashirama noted that he felt as though they were being watched, but Tobirama noted that as he was not moulding chakra at the moment, he had not sensed anything.[7]<div style="width: 197px; height: 90px; overflow: auto;"></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><tr><td><table bordercolor="000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="000000" border="0"><td valign="top" bgcolor="000000" style="word-wrap:break-word"><img src="https://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q648/yusei379/madara/tumblr_n8kr3m1G221qbq5g5o1_500_zps3a71522b.gif" align="left"><div class="about"><p><font class="b2"></font><p><b></b> <i></i> <em>Em</em>When Hashirama later convened the first ever meeting of the five Kage, Tobirama apprehended his brother for bowing to the other Kage so easily despite being overwhelmed by the gathering. Addressing the Kage on Konoha's plans to distribute the tailed beasts to balance the power of the nations, he reprimanded his brother once again when he questioned if they could not give the beasts away for free after Tobirama noted that they would essentially have to buy the beasts from them. When threats of war were thrown around, Tobirama looked on stern-faced as his brother tried to quell the arguing Kage, sharing his hopes for the future.[9]Team TobiramaTeam Tobirama and Hashirama.When Hashirama, who was appointed the First Hokage, died, Tobirama was appointed as the Second Hokage.[10] During his reign he was primarily responsible for establishing Konoha's organisational system. He established various organisations such as the Academy, the Anbu, the Chūnin Exams and the Konoha Military Police Force,[1] the latter of which he created as a sign of trust towards the Uchiha who made up the majority of that organisation. However, a few members of the Uchiha clan would come to believe that this was just an elaborate way to ostracise them from the village, and its government. This led them to secretly follow the will of Madara Uchiha and decades later, be massacred after plotting to stage a coup d'etat.[11] </div>
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LegolasSpecies: Elf Face Claim: Orlando BloomBio:Legolas was the son of Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm of Northern Mirkwood, who appears as "the Elvenking" in The Hobbit. Thranduil ruled over the Silvan Elves or "Wood-elves" of Mirkwood.Although he lived among the Silvan Elves, Legolas was not one himself. His father Thranduil had originally come from Lindon; he and his son were actually Sindar, or "Grey Elves", called in the singular Sinda; "Sindarin" was their language. A small minority of Sindar (headed by Thranduil by the time of The Hobbit) ruled the predominantly Silvan Woodland Realm. Thranduil himself was the son of Oropher. Legolas' mother is never mentioned; the Elves of Mirkwood have no Queen at the time of The Hobbit.The realm's Sindar minority, who should have been more noble and wise than the Silvan Elves, went "native" at the end of the First Age. After Melkor was defeated and all of the grand Elf-kingdoms of Beleriand were destroyed, the Sindar returned to "a simpler time" in their culture. The realm of Lothl�rien was similar to the Woodland Realm in that a community of Silvan Elves was ruled by a non-Silvan minority, namely Galadriel and Celeborn. roleplay accountLegolasSpecies: Elf Face Claim: Orlando BloomBio:Legolas was the son of Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm of Northern Mirkwood, who appears as "the Elvenking" in The Hobbit. Thranduil ruled over the Silvan Elves or "Wood-elves" of Mirkwood.Although he lived among the Silvan Elves, Legolas was not one himself. His father Thranduil had originally come from Lindon; he and his son were actually Sindar, or "Grey Elves", called in the singular Sinda; "Sindarin" was their language. A small minority of Sindar (headed by Thranduil by the time of The Hobbit) ruled the predominantly Silvan Woodland Realm. Thranduil himself was the son of Oropher. Legolas' mother is never mentioned; the Elves of Mirkwood have no Queen at the time of The Hobbit.The realm's Sindar minority, who should have been more noble and wise than the Silvan Elves, went "native" at the end of the First Age. After Melkor was defeated and all of the grand Elf-kingdoms of Beleriand were destroyed, the Sindar returned to "a simpler time" in their culture. The realm of Lothl�rien was similar to the Woodland Realm in that a community of Silvan Elves was ruled by a non-Silvan minority, namely Galadriel and Celeborn. roleplay account
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Birth of a Smuggler (bio under co.)
Born into slavery, Youngee Ven learned the tools of the smuggling trade from the various scoundrels and gunslingers employed by her former master, Kalu the Hutt. Over time, her master treated her as more of a progeny than a slave, teaching her the intricacies of the Intergalactic Spice Trade business. Since earning her freedom, Youngee has applied the knowledge she acquired all those years into developing her own smuggling trade. Coupled with her passion for adventure and an XS-Class Freighter she won in a game of Pazaak against a not-to-happy Toydarian on Nar Shaddaa, Youngee has gradually made a name for herself. The aspiring young Twi'lek won't rest until she has explored all quadrants of the galaxy! Sleeping is for the dead after all, which is evidently somewhat of a common 'occupational hazard' in her line of work. Preferring to keep herself out of direct involvement in the ongoing conflict between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire, Youngee Ven holds allegiance to neither faction. However, she has worked with several clients associated with the Republic, on various missions such as delivering medicinal and weapon supplies to Republic troops on the front lines. Of course, no smuggler is a smuggler without a trusty blaster at her side, and a trained hand to wield it. Youngee always keeps her N-110 blaster pistol at the ready, accompanied by her A-20 tech precision scattergun. (more to be added.)
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RICHARD III
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09/01/2014 10:56 PM
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Bosworth
The Battle of Bosworth 1485 Background The Battle of Bosworth was fought on 22nd August, 1485. One of the most significant battles ever to be fought on English soil, it sounded the death knell of the House of Plantagenet. The battle was fought between the armies of the last Yorkist king, Richard III and his Tudor challenger for the throne, Henry, Earl of Richmond, later to become King Henry VII, who represented the claims of the rival House of Lancaster. Henry Tudor landed at Milford Haven, in South Wales on the 7th August, accompanied by a few die hard Lancastrian lords and with about 2,000 French mercenaries. He marched through Wales, gathering reinforcements en route. The town of Shrewsbury opened its gates to him on 15 August and from there he advanced through Lichfield. He was expecting to be joined by the forces of his step-father, Lord Stanley, but received the disquieting news that Lord Stanley could not openly declare his support for the invaders, since Richard held his son, Lord Strange, hostage for his loyalty. King Richard was stationed at Nottingham, and moved from there to to Leicester on 19 August. The two armies finally faced each other about two and a half miles south of Market Bosworth in Leicestershire were Richard probably camped on Ambion Hill. Said to have spent an uneasy night prior to the battle, the king was disturbed by ghoulish nightmares and looked gaunt and pale on rising. Shakespeare depicts him as being haunted by the souls of his victims. No priest could be found in his camp that morning to celebrate mass. A fact that was whispered to be an ill omen at the time. As if to underline the fact that treachery had infiltrated his ranks, during the night, someone had pinned a rhyme to the Duke of Norfolk's tent:- 'Jack of Norfolk, be not so bold, For Dickon thy master, is bought and sold.' The battle The Stanleys cautiously situated their troops to the sides of Richard and Henry Tudor's camps, openly declaring for, nor joining either. The King demanded Lord Stanley and his brother join him and was ignored. He reacted by angrily ordering Lord Strange to be beheaded, an action which was not carried out by a subordinate, no doubt fearing for his own position, should the battle not go well for the King. No priest could be found in the royal camp to say mass on the fateful morning of battle. The Tudor army numbered around 5,000 men, whilst Richard commanded a slightly larger army of around 6,000. The Duke of Norfolk lead the vanguard of Richard's army, the King himself the centre, Northumberland had personally requested to be in the rear to watch the threatening Stanley's forces to the side. Though Richard was a seasoned campaigner, Henry had no experience in battle, Bosworth was his first field. Henry sent an appeal to the Stanleys to join him, but received the unerving response that the time was not yet ripe, leaving Henry, in the words of the chronicler Vergil "No little vexed". Battle was opened when Norfolk led the royal vanguard, according to the standard interpretation of the battle, down the slopes of Ambion Hill. The Earl of Oxford, commanding the Lancastrian troops, advanced his men to meet them. Henry remained at the rear, guarded by a troop of horse. The Lancastrians were met by a shower of arrows after which Norfolk ordered his men to charge. Oxford, an experienced general, skirted the hill with his men, unsure as yet of the intentions of the Stanleys. The Stanleys themselves, directed by the precarious position of Lord Strange, still made no move, but remained stationary, hovering in their menacing positions at both flanks of the battle, adding to the atmosphere of suspicion. Oxford was heavily outnumbered and issued orders that his men were not to advance over ten feet from their standards. He had learned much from his disastrous experience at Barnet and feared he might lose command of his soldiers. He closed in, forming a wedge formation. Norfolk was killed in the fighting and his son the Earl of Surrey captured. The eyes of the commanders remained on the looming and foreboding presence of the Stanleys, who still made no move. The air must have been thick with thoughts of treachery and self preservation. Northumberland, not having gained the power in the north he had expected from Richard, also made no move, but continued to watch the Stanleys, desiring that whatever the outcome of the battle, he, Northumberland, would be on the winning side. The Croyland Chronicler reported that- In the place where the Earl of Northumberland stood with a fairly large and well equipped force, there was no contest against the enemy and no blows were given or received in battle" Had Northumberland's northern levies actually participated in the fighting, the outcome of the battle is likely to have been very different. Richard was brought the ominous news of Norfolk's death and must have been in total despair and rage at the treachery surrounding him. Sighting the Tudor's dragon standard, the King 'all inflamed with ire', after taking a drink from a spring later known as 'Dickon's Well', charged suicidally with his household straight for the person of Henry Tudor. It was both an impulsive and magnificently courageous gesture, if he could have just reached the Tudor, the issue would have been settled outright. Many of the Henry's supporters were killed in the headlong charge, including his massive standard bearer, Sir William Brandon. Watching and waiting for his moment, Stanley saw that now was the time to bring in his troops. Richard, although urged to flee, valiantly refused, insisting he would remain King of England or die in battle. The shifting Stanleys moved in for the kill and Richard 'fighting manfully in the midst of his enemies' was surrounded and fell, pierced by many wounds. The contemporary chronicles state that he was urged to flee following the desertion of some of his followers and the collapse of his vanguard. Polydore Vergil, one of the early chroniclers of the battle, states that Richard replied that 'on that day he would make an end either of wars or of his life, such was the great boldness and great force of spirit in him'. Richard instead chose to lead a charge straight at Henry Tudor, killing several men and toppled Henry's standard, killing his standard-bearer William Brandon, and unhorsed the jousting champion Sir John Cheney, who stood in his way, thrusting him to the ground and forcing a path for himself through the press of steel. Polydore Vergil recorded that 'King Richard, alone, was killed fighting manfully in the thickest press of his enemies.' According to the Burgundian chronicler Jean Molinet, Richard's horse became stuck in a marsh and then 'unhorsed and overpowered, the king was hacked to death by Welsh soldiers'. Molinet adds that a Welshman struck the death-blow with a halberd. The contemporary Welsh poet Guto'r Glyn also states that a Welshman, Rhys ap Thomas, or one of his men, delivered the fatal blow. Even afer Richard was dead, the of blows continued on his battered body continued, one source describes how Richard's head was battered to the point that his basinet was driven into his head, 'until his brains came out with blood'. The chronicler Rous, not normally effusive in his remarks about Richard recorded of his last moments- "If I may speak the truth to his honour, although small of body and weak in strength, he most valiantly defended himself as a noble knight to his last breath, often exclaiming as he was betrayed, and saying Treason! Treason! Treason!" Many fled on the king's death, others surrendered. Legend states that Lord Stanley retrieved England's crown, which Richard had inadvisedly worn throughout the battle, from under a hawthorn bush and placed it on the head of Henry Tudor, which was met by the exhilarated shouts of his army "King Henry, God save King Henry!" The Tudor age had begun. Aftermath Following the battle, the Earl of Northumberland surrendered and was taken captive by Henry Tudor, he was however, soon released and confirmed in his titles and lands. He was murdered four years later during a riot. In an unpopular move, Henry later backdated the start of his reign to the day prior to the battle of Bosworth in order to attaint for treason all those who had fought for Richard III. The new King of England, Henry VII then proceeded to Leicester. The body of King Richard III, which was recovered from the pile of corpses around Henry's banner, was treated with much indignity. Trussed naked over a horse and besmirched with mud, it was borne in parade to Leicester, a sad spectacle. It was exposed for two days at the Church of the Greyfriars at Leicester, where Richard III was later unceremoniously buried. Henry contributed �10 1 shilling toward the cost of a tombstone for his rival. The father of the architect, Christopher Wren, is reported as having seen Richard's grave in the seventeenth century. The remains of Richard III were uncovered by an archaeological headed by the University of Leicester in collaboration with the Richard III Society and Leicester City Council, which began in August 2012. A formal announcement by Leicester University was made on the results of the tests on Monday, 4th February 2013, which confirmed the remains to be those of Richard. For further details see update- the remains of Richard III Recent reconsideration of the site of the battle has lead to the theory that it did not take place on the traditional site of the slopes of Ambion Hill but on but on a reedy moor, around half a mile to the south, near the village of Dadlington. For several years after the event the battle was actually referred to as the Battle of Redemore. From August 2005 to July 2008 the Battlefields Trust undertook a new study of Bosworth battlefield, financed by the Heritage Lottery Fund. The project attempted to resolve many of the long standing questions surrounding the Battle of Bosworth and its actual location. The true site of the battle has now pinpointed to fields that straddle the Roman road known as the Fenn Lane, near Fenn lane farm, close to a proven medieval marsh, lying more than a mile to the south west of the traditional site near the Bosworth Visitor Centre. Evidence such as cannon balls, the largest collection of that date in Europe was unearthed and pieces of armour including fragments of swords, bridle fittings and spurs have been used to confirm the location. A gilded silver badge in the shape of a boar, Richard's personal emblem, probably worn by one of his closest companions who rode with him on his final charge, was a significant find . There were also silver coins bearing the head Charles the Bold of Burgundy, a silver-gilt badge was found close to where it is believed the Duke of Norfolk was killed. There is now a new trail from the visitor centre, which comprises of a 1.25 mile (2.2km) walk with audio and visual interpretation about the battle and surrounding area. Climbing Ambion Hill near the Battlefield Heritage Centre the trail also includes a walk-through sundial which features the thrones of Richard III, Henry Tudor and Lord Stanley. The panoramic view from the sundial provides the opportunity to see the actual battlefield site in the distance, the church of nearby Market Bosworth and other local landscape features. Update- the Remains of Richard III A tour of the Bosworth Visitor Centre The Wars of the Roses Richard III Henry VII
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RICHARD III
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09/01/2014 10:48 PM
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Medieval Life Links
Music in the time of Richard IIIhttps://www.medievalhistories.com/ricard-iii-music/Foods and Drink Medicine and MidwiferyHunting Weapons and Warfare Rules of Engagement ResidencesPrayer and Religion Education Medieval Occupations Ranks of SocietyRoyal Ceremonies and Peerage Titles Family Mottos
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Loki~ God of Mischief
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08/31/2014 12:06 PM
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Brother!
Brother!It's not a very big word. A word perhaps so many pass over in a sentence with no real thought of the implications behind it. Something loosely, taken for granted?When i think of this word, I think of you. Oh yes! Many would mock me, maybe rightly so, for we share no blood, no real family ties, its all just one big lie.Then why do i struggle so? There a saying 'the ties of blood are what bind us' I've never heard of anything so ignorant!So this, whatever this is, is about you, my Brother, Thor.The Golden child! The one whom carry's all of Asgards hopes upon his shoulders! The Mighty Thor! And here i sit, the misunderstood pathetic, adopted younger brother, pitied and gifted to a life, by Odin to walk in your Shadow.... Ironic!Ironic how meaningless these words seam, when you force yourself to be honest.Remember a simpler time? A time when we would sit together for hours and just laugh. Always beside each other in any new adventure we would strive to take? Remember our childhood?How i loved you Brother! Every moment we spent together, each secret we shared, just you and I?And yet, you don't understand, how could you? When I'm not sure I even do!You have no idea Brother! No idea at all! My rage, my frustration, hate. Why i feel the way I do. I've mastered the mask's i wear well. Oh, I've let them all think many things, watching my careless even cocky ways. Seaming unperturbed by anything, anyone would say. After all it can't be worse then the life I have endured right?Truth is, it doesn't stop the tears from flowing in my mind. Tears shed with the truths I have shared with you, and you with me. Sorrow over the years we have both mastered well to hide, playing our roles like a duty that is just to be expected.Do you know what it's like, trying to let that go? The years we shared growing up sharing everything go? To have it severed in one big lie!Oh yes! there is anger! Resentment and spite. Masks used to convoy emotions I'd rather hide! Tears of frustration that flow within my mind behind the smirk of amusement i paint upon my face.What is a Brother? A big Brother?The one you admire most. The one who matters the most. The one you want others to think your worthy of following in his shoes, the one you aspire to be seen just as good as. Does it matter if it was a big lie? If he's not blood. No!Those words mean nothing! They do not give justice to feelings felt. The admiration, pride and self worth you feel at being his younger Brother. They give no meaning to a crushed heart dealing daily with thoughts of it all being ripped away. A Nightmare! One, i can't forget.And yes at times i might have run. Walked away, hidden when i can no longer hide the tears of my frustration behind a facade of masks. But that is my doom. A burden, without you in it, has no point. You! My Brother are my Burden of Glorious Purpose! Why i will fight a Battle i can never win and why i will never give up fighting!If you believe in anything Brother.... believe in this. Believe in my anger, my wraith, my love, my glorious burden!Trust my rage Brother....Believe in me.
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War Hardened Granger
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08/29/2014 05:51 PM
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Devil May Cry (Chapter 2)
Current mood:
bored
She waited until their feet hit solid ground before she pushed him away gruffly, realizing just what had happened.Had he used Imperius on her? She'd kill him. She looked up into his hard glare. She'd walked out on her apprenticeship! "What the hell!" Hermione was surprised by her own tone of voice. He simply raised an eyebrow and stared down his hawk-like nose. "Do you want to succeed, Granger? I promise you, you would be held back staying there." She snorted, irritated. Since when had anyone held Snape in such high regard? Sure, he'd recieved an Order of Merlin, 2nd Class after the war. That didn't make him any more likeable. "Do what you will," he continued sharply, "but someone as brilliant," the word dripped with sarcasm, "as you should know the importance of a good education. And that's what you want, isn't it, Miss Granger? A good education?" She was torn. Of course her education was important to her. But what if Grandeville spread slander about the apprentice that walked out on him? However, Snape was the best potioneer there was, according to her research. She looked up at him, chewing her lip nervously, and nodded curtly. "You're right," she hated to admit it. His smirk caught her off guard and he motioned her up to Hogwarts Castle. ---His quarters were bigger than she expected, with several rooms and walls covered by full bookshelves. "Your room will be this way," His hand was on her back again, steering her away from the books and toward an open door to a smallish bedroom. It had a bed and a dresser. Simple, yet comfortable looking enough that Hermione couldn't complain. "My things are back at the Grandeville Estate." She turned back to look at him. He nodded and crossed to a table in his sitting room where he scribbled something on a small piece of parchment and sent it through the Floo. She watched from the doorway in confusion. "It will be here before the morning." He said simply. She nodded. It was only 3:07 in the afternoon, but Hermione was exhausted. He considered her from the sitting room. "You've not been sleeping." His comment was short and curt, but the concern in the words were not missed. "Was Grandeville aware of this?" "Neither have you." Hermione said, inclining her head toward him, "And it's none of his--or your--business."She didn't miss the flash of frustration that crossed his face. "As a matter of fact, it is," he said. His voice was lowered to barely above a whisper and he strode toward her. "Fatigue causes accidents in the laboratory, which causes a dangerous work area for you and your partner. Curious," he cocked his head, only a foot away from her, "I would have thought someone as smart as you would have known that." She blushed and lowered her face. "What's the excuse, then? Nightmares?""What's yours?" She snapped back, meeting his eyes again. "Your bruises are deeper than mine, Professor. What danger are you?" He sneered at her. "We'll be sure to find soon enough." He said softly. But Hermione wasn't sure who he meant.
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Fanfiction, story, writing, hermione and snape, hgss, sshg
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RICHARD III
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War Hardened Granger
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08/29/2014 11:05 PM
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Devil May Cry (Chapter 1)
Current mood:
cranky
He looked different somehow. Nothing had changed in his appearance that she could tell, but he looked different. She hadn't seen him in over a year. His hair was still black and stringy, his complexion sallow. He wore the same black robes and dark scowl. She realized with a harsh nod from her teacher that she'd neglectefto continue stirring her potion and was now left with a rather messy-looking goo, rather than the silvery blue syrup it was meant to be. She cast it aside with disgust and began again, deciding to scrub the soiled cauldron later when it had cooled. She looked up again at Professor Snape, who had begun a conversation with her teacher. They spoke low, so she couldn't hear them, but she thought maybe a potion was being discussed. He looked at her then. And she noticed that he was in fact paler. There were purple bruises under his eyes, and his scowl wasn't as strong as it used to be. Her teacher leftthen without a word, leaving them alone in a silence so thick it couldn't be cut with a knife.For a while, they simply stared at each other, and then he averted his eyes, obviously annoyed.Or was that embarrassed? Hermione couldn't tell. "There must be something amiss in my appearance, Granger. I know you wouldn't be staring so rudely otherwise." His eyes met hers again, dark and cold. Had he always looked so exhausted? "No, sir." She said quickly and bussied herself by plucking the wings and legs off three common American cockroaches. He regarded her with a little more interest than she was comfortable with. "Granger. You could have had your apprenticeship with anyone," the word 'me' hung between them like a dead rat, "why Grandeville?" She shrugged. "I didn't think anyone else would be interested in having me." She added a brick to the rat and could here the metaphorical thud. He gave her a hard glare. "You know what they say about assumptions, Miss Granger. You never even sent in a request." Hermione put the beetles down. "Like I said. I didn't think you'd be interested. After the war--""Do not speak about the war." His voice was acid and she heard her own intake of breath at his tone. "Granger, as someone who in the past has proven even the appearance of talent in Potions, you are holding yourself back." His eyes were dark with something she'd never seen from him before. Disappointment. "Is everything quite alright here?" Hermione jumped. Grandeville's arms were filled with various potions ingrediants. "Hermione, why have you not begun your potion again?""I believe Miss Granger is having a change of heart in her apprenticeship," Severus said, holding Hermione's eyes. She glared at him. "I think it may be a good idea if I were to relieve you of her. Afterall, I have a far better awareness of her abilities." He dug through his pockets while the older man was still trying to find words for this abruptness. Snape paid for his ingrediants and with wand shrunk them to fit in his pocket. He turned back to Hermione and held his hand out to her. Slowly, she walked to him. His hand pressed into her lower back and she fought the urge to squirm. They'd left the store before Grandeville had even had a chance to respond, and when they were outside, Snale pulled her roughly against him and Apparated.
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Fanfiction, Hermione and Snape, Devil May Cry, SSHG, HGSS, Writing, Story
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ωнιтиєу
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08/28/2014 01:03 PM
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Task Six
Everyone lied at some point in their lives. Some people lied about their weight, or their past. Others lied as much as they breathed. And those who claimed to never lie were the biggest liars of all. How could one be honest without first identifying themselves for who they were? For Whitney Collins, lying was a terrifying, if occasionally necessary prospect. But one lie had tortured her for years. Laying awake one night, Whitney tossed and turned. Her mother's old friend had visited her earlier that day at the office, apologizing for missing the funeral so many years ago. Of course, it had reminded Whitney of the one day she'd spent years trying to erase. Unable to sleep, unable to focus, Whitney helplessly flashed back to the day of her mother's tragic death.It had started as any other day. Whitney had avoided her mother for days, because, as a rebellious teenager, she was annoyed with her family controlling her life. Whitney remembered that breakfast like it was yesterday. She listened to herself snarl the cruelest words. "I hate you," she spat. "You cannot control me. You're just jealous that I can find someone, when you're just an ugly hag with no love, only money. I wish you weren't my mother. I wish you were dead!"It wasn't true. Whitney was overcome with anger and frustration, and had lashed out. She remembered storming out, leaving. By the time she returned the following morning, their apartment was roped off with crime scene tape. Whitney's mother had committed suicide. Her note had left everything to her only daughter, ending with a simple apology and an I love you. Whitney had sobbed for days, until she couldn't cry another tear. Two years of intensive therapy had only partially convinced Whitney that her mother killed herself for other reasons. Her grandmother had been there for her from the beginning, nurturing her, loving her, reassuring her that everything would be okay. But someone else abandoned her. Whitney's grandfather had discovered what she had said, and blamed her for his daughter's suicide. Before his own natural death, he had called Whitney a slut and a bitch and verbalized a wish that she was not his granddaughter. Whitney had lost her mother and her grandfather to one silly lie, one silly moment of anger and sadness. The irreparable damage had destroyed those closest to her. But Whitney had never truly forgiven herself. Guilt had driven her success, her excellent achievements in her school, her determination at work. And since that day, Whitney had vowed to never say anything she didn't mean, even out of anger. It could be the last thing she said to them.
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Liam Tallworth
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08/27/2014 04:40 PM
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Liam's Origin Story
Liam's Origin Story Liam was born to Prian and Sarah Tallworth, two full blood wizards living near. London. His parents died when he was still a baby, killed in a crossfire between Aurors and Death Eaters, back during Lord Voldemort's first rise to power. Separated from his parents, Liam was unable to be properly identified, and wound up being adopted by another couple, who moved with him to Western Canada. There, he was raised as one of their own children, growing up with a step-brother and step-sister. When he was 9, Liam began to show his magical aptitude, so his adoptive parents began making arrangements to have him enrolled at the Salem Witchcraft Academy, America's top magic school. An opportunity arrived, however, in the form of a letter sent from his step-dad's friend back in England, one Arthur Weasley. It turned out that there was a rare opening at Hogwart's School for Witchcraft & Wizardry, his parent's old Alma Matter, and Arthur was willing to sponsor Liam if he chose to attend. Being ever-curious about the mystery of his real parents, Liam accepted the offer, hoping that it would give him a chance to start digging into his past. When he turned 11, Liam said goodbye to his step-family, and headed to England. He stayed with the Weasley's untill the school term began, quickly making friends with the two older Weasley boys, Bill and Charlie. They all went to. Diagonal Alley for their school supplies, and Liam purchased himself a beautiful young Snowy Owl, that he named. Flakes. When school started, Liam soon became far too distracted in learning magic, to even think of his family mystery. He ended up in Gryffendor House, along with his friends the Weasley's, and also discovered that he had exceptional skills as a Quiddich Beater. That skill landed him his first job once he'd graduated, playing for the Puddleby United Quiddich team. He also took up jogging, something that his step-parents had been into, and something that many of his English friends thought unusual since he was so skilled on a broomstick. A couple years after school, he met some new friends who all lived together in a large and well-kept castle, not far from Hogwart's, Hogsmead, and the Dark Forest, and was invited to take rooms there. Liam not only accepted graciously, but he also used his interest in different forms of magic to help explore, map, and guard the castle and it's grounds. He took to jogging through the Dark Forest at least twice a week, and it was only a year or so after moving in, that he was one day attacked while jogging by a particularly large and wild werewolf, becoming infected in the process. At first, he tried to keep the wolf inside him at bay by taking potions that suppressed the influence of the full moons, but eventually learned to master his new form and abilities. Unfortunately though, once the International. Quiddich Society learned of his affliction, they put pressure on Puddleby United to dismiss him from the team. Liam was so upset and enraged by the IQS and through them the Ministry of Magic's predjudism against. Non and semi-humans, that he became a lobbyist against it, taking a new position with a semi and non human rights group called VIDA, or the Vampires International Defense League. During his time there, Liam spent a lot of time going through Ministry records, and it was there that he finally solved the mystery of his past. In an old news article, he found a story of a battle between Aurors and Death Eaters where a lot of innocents had been killed. Since many of those innocents had been goblins and house elves, the Ministry had brushed the investigation aside. But among the humans who were killed, were a young wizarding couple, found lying next to an empty stroller with no infant to be found nearby. Liam frantically backtracked the story through several different newspapers, and eventually found a photo of the couple and their new son. Liam couldn't believe his eyes, for the husband in the photo bore an eerily striking likeness to himself. After enlisting some legal aid, along with a bit of inside help from a couple of his friends at the castle who worked within the Ministry, Liam was able to prove that he was in fact the missing heir to the Tallworth estate. Finally, Liam had solved the mystery, and had also gained an ancestral home he'd never known in the form of a large mansion and grounds just outside of Hogsmead, including a crotchety old house elf name Creeper. Liam lived comfortably for a while after that, getting used to living in the mansion while still frequently visiting his friends over at the castle. He even started taking on some freelance work, tracking and hunting rogue and feral werewolves that were too wild to function in normal society. Around that time, Liam met and fell in love with a young woman named Thunto Crouch, daughter of Theresa and Barty Crouch Jr.. It wasn't untill after Thunto had become pregnant, that Liam learned that the Crouches were more than they appeared. Barty was actually an alien time traveller called The Doctor. Thunto had a little of both her parent's abilities, as well as the power to change into a wolf. It was in that form that Liam's son was born. Liam named the boy Prian, after his departed father, while. Thunto named his wolf aspect Gaothan, meaning the winds in Gaelic. Prian, being born as a wolf cub, was a handful to look after. Even more so, when the boy had an unusual growth spurt a few months after his birth. Virtually overnight, Prian grew from a baby to a young boy, appearing about 8-10 years old. Another few months after that, Prian experienced another growth spurt, skipping his teen years and turning into a handsome young man of around 25 or so. Prian also began displaying magical skills that were far beyond anything Liam could possibly understand. Not long after his second growth spurt, Prian fell in love with one of Liam's younger friends at the castle and moved in with her. Liam used the freedom to bury himself deeper and deeper into his magical studies, untill he became neglectful of his son, not understanding how to relate to him anymore. During their time at the manor, though, they acquired a few interesting animal friends. One was a Siberian White Tiger that Liam named Kyan, who became one of Prian's closest playmates and companions. The other was a beautiful rainbow coloured dragon, that The Doctor's son Bart had given them, which Liam named Pandemonium, or simply Pan for short. Pan is a highly intelligent dragon, and something of a companion and teacher to Prian. Not long after Prian moved out, Thunto disappeared, lost in a time travel accident. Liam mourned for her for a couple years, untill he found another lover, this one a vampire. During the course of their relationship, Liam was carefull not to be bitten by her. He had taken long enough coming to terms with being a werewolf, and did not want the extra problems of being a vampire hybrid. One day, he was helping his son do some maintenance. On a time machine Prian's grandfather had left him, when an accident launched them into the past. When they managed to get back, they learned that they'd been declared dead, and that their friends and family had moved on with their lives. Now they must start all over again, and try to forget the heartache of lost loves. When in wolf form, Liam goes by the pack name Mist, and his coat is silvery grey.
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Liam Tallworth
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08/26/2014 10:21 PM
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Liam in a galaxy far far away
Current mood:
creative
The day had started out just like any other. Liam woke up and showered, then went to breakfast and decided what he would do for the day. This morning, however, he thought he'd do something a little different, like checking to see if the defensive wards over the castle could be strengthened or not. He quickly finished breakfast and cleaned the kitchen, then went deep downstairs to the sub-levels beneath the dungeons where the castle's ward-stone resided.Entering the massive chamber, Liam's nose wrinkles a little over the dust. He thinks nothing of it and pulls back his sleeves, allowing him full use of his arms. As he begins to incant a guiding spell to help contain and control the power of the ward-stone, his hands and arms start to sweep through the air, weaving an intricate pattern and slowly gathering the castle's magical energy together. Once the guide spell was in place, he begins to incant an invocation that would extend the wards over the entire grounds, and not just the castle itself.Just as he's about to complete the spell, his nose twitches and he lets out an enormous sneeze. Startled, Liam quickly attempts to discharge his spell, but the energy had already swelled up beyond his control. As he vainly tries to hold back the buildup, the ward-stone begins to glow brighter and brighter, illuminating the vast chamber with a blinding light.Suddenly, Liam feels the energy hit a peak, and is knocked unconscious by a tremendous blast.When he comes to, Liam's first thought is that the power must still be building, and brings a hand up to shade his eyes. When he opens them and looks around, however, he discovers how wrong he is. Blinking against a bright sunlight, he looks around the barren stretch on desert he'd suddenly found himself in. At first, Liam thinks he must have accidentally transported himself to Egypt or somewhere similar, but when the temperature and light suddenly start to increase, he turns and stares in shock as a second sun breaks over the crest of the far distant horizon. Fighting down a panic attack, Liam quickly realizes that he'd been sent to a completely different planet than Earth.With a million different questions running through his head, Liam starts climbing a nearby dune, to see what he could see. Shading his brow with both hands, he does a slow turn as he scans the horizon. Just as he's about to think he's on a lifeless world, he spots a reflection in the distance. Deciding that it's better than just sitting there, he begins a long march toward the reflection, hoping to find some sign of civilization.After several long and hot hours of walking under the baking twin suns, Liam peers ahead to see that the reflection in being cast from the side of a huge vehicle, lumbering over the dunes by way of tracks much like those of a tank. Curious and growing parched with thirst, he hurries his steps, angling to intercept the course of the vehicle.As he gets closer, the tank-thing grinds to a halt, and Liam spots a group of small robed beings emerging from a hatch in it's side. One of them spots him approaching, and points him out to it's companions, chittering away in something that sounded like some kind of a cross between chipmunk chatter and Swahili or something. As the group approaches him, Liam casts a translation spell over himself, hoping that it works on different planets. The spell starts to work when the small creatures surround him, and one of them reaches out timidly to touch his trenchcoat. "They're traders!", he realizes as their chatter begins to make sense to him. Relying on a few key-words of their language and a great deal of hand gesturing, Liam gets one of the creatures ( who he learns are called Jawas ) to understand him. The one who pointed him out ( likely the leader ) pulls out a worn leather-like bag from inside their vehicle ( a sandcrawler ) and hands it to Liam, who pantomimes his gratitude before taking a long drink.Passing the bag back to the leader, Liam sees a few of the Jawas assembling a strange tower like machines short way from the crawler. Another round of charades and he learns that it is a moisture vaporator, for collecting water from the dry atmosphere. Fascinated, he plunks down on the sand to watch them operate it. After a short time, however, it becomes apparent that something is wrong. He turns to the leader to inquire about the problem, and is informed that the air in this area of the desert doesn't have enough moisture in it for the vaporator to work. Smiling, Liam stands up and tells the Jawas that he'll try to help. Removing his trenchcoat and setting it folded on the ground where he'd been sitting, he attempts a summoning spell to call forth some rain. Unfortunately, with so little moisture in the air and environment, the most he can conjure are a few small and thin clouds. That, however, apparently turns out to be more than the Jawas needed, and their vaporator quickly begins to collect a great deal of water.The Jawas begin to jump around in excitement, and sayings "Jedi" to him a lot. Unsure what they mean, Liam assumes that Jedi must mean "Rain bringer" or something similar, and smiles graciously to them. Their leader then gratefully offers him a ride to the nearest settlement. Liam accepts their offer, and helps the Jawas bring their vaporator back. To the crawler, once it has collected a full load of water. They then all pile inside for a ride to a place that sounded like Mos Paisley, or something. Liam finds himself a space to sit amidst a strange looking collection of robots and machinery, all in different states of poor repair, and waits out the ride.When they arrive at the settlement, Liam disembarks and hands the Jawas some Earth coinage from his pocket, as payment for the drink and the ride, then waves farewell to his new friends, and head into the settlement, hoping to find someone or something that can help him get back home.
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Dark Mind™
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08/22/2014 11:06 PM
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The Magicians Act!
The Magicians Act! Melkor� FOSThe rain which had been falling across the Carnival grounds abruptly stopped. The reprieve from its deafening downpour soaked the Carnival and big top in eerie silence.Softly the voice whisper's. luring and coaxing with its subtle words, to beautiful to resist she moves in a trance, following.Shadows dancing off the thick canvas walls and across the many rows seats the only light to break the darkness. The soft crunching of sawdust under her feet the only sound to break the silence that surrounds her.Slowly she comes to stand in the middle of Circus ring, facing her anticipating audience . Silence!.Illuminated in an instant by a single spotlight that shrouds her in its cold white glow. A puppet for a magical act creation within the tormented darkness of Melkor's mind.A piece of sawdust shuddered, shifting upon the dry rink surface. lifting slightly it flicked upwards landing centimeters from where it had laid reviling only sawdust beneath and silence.Suddenly a movement, so very small, so easily unseen if the Big Top had not froze, trapped in the moment. Two tiny ridged, shiny black legs clawed their way free. the small head of a beetle. Black as the night it seamed to glimmer under the fluorescent light, a strange shade crimson of hued red.Its hair thin antennae flickered back and forth, tasting the air, as the sawdust across the Ring began to move, up-heaving up in a churning mass of tiny black shells that crawled and scurried changing the sawdust to blackness as they their way across the Ring to join the first beetle.One can not say where it began, unless it was for the small black beetle whom first appeared burrowing out the sawdust, A dance of darkness perhaps? As the thousand of tiny black bodies were joined by a mist. Dark and thick , it seeped lazily up between their moving bodies enticing them forward to churn in masses climbing and spiraling over each in a wave, to ascend down upon the small beetle in front of Tarilhir's feet.In a frenzy they climbed mounting each other to form a prior of ever growing darkness while the black mist weaved in spirals upwards following their hurried ascending mass's coating the crimson shells in darkness until even the mist seamed alive as it formed rippling in waves of writhing crimson hued bodies outwards as if deciding upon a shape to take. Feet were the first to form, unmistakable even in the black evolving mass, slowly changing hue to form the soft leather of long boots as the legs swiftly took shape above them. the torso of a man now forming swiftly the long black hair hair falling half way down his back as his head still forming turned looking about him eyes alight with red flames appearing from within the swirling masses of tormented insects.As he came full circle, the man stopped, a sadistic smirk playing upon the flames within his eyes. The black hue of mist and insects all but fading as the last beetle wove its way between his lips."Welcome one and all," Melkor's melodic voice called void of any emotion or care for those who sat transfixed within the Big Tops stands. "To a magical act of creation!" he mocked, smirking as he moved, elegantly flowing his tall body forward in a graceful bow before turning swiftly to take Lady Tarilhir in his arms, and dance her across the ring, like a graceful puppet, being lead in a strange macabre dance of lust as they were joined by the gruesome shadows of tormented souls that writhed and leaped dancing with the painted faces of clowns.Twirling and spinning her limp body within his arms, he weaved a strange rope of mist that curled around her small frame. Like hands of a lover caressing in intimate touch it enticed itself around her body, enthralling her in its promises of perfection and desire. Creation had begun! As abrupt as the dance had started it finished.The macabre clowns dropped, kneeling in worship to the ground as the binds of his control latched upon her body and soul; and she rose from her new makers arms to hang dangling listless mid air.Turning to the enthralled crowd Melkor swooped gracefully to the side, extending his hand to indicate to the frail form of the she-elf, Tarilhir and fluently rising made his way to her side. A smirk etching across his brow as looked down upon what was his to claim.He felt her breath upon his face, warm and soft, her heart beating beneath his placed hand, as her mind unraveled before his eyes. Warm tingles coming in soft throbs, of arousal uninhabited catching upon her breath.Soft his breath played upon her face like a thousand feathers its skimmed over her skin luring her with its touch. The fines hairs upon her shoulders rising protruding under the merging goosebumps of delight.Her chest heaving she turned willing him within her entrapped trance. Her nipples hardening protruding upon the flimsy cotton of her gown.Melkor's eyes glinted, the flames of contempt ebbing under desire. as her gown faded under his gaze, becoming the feathered touch of his breath upon her skin.Slowly he lowered his head, leaning forward to lick the sweetness of her innocence from her lips, and let his hand trail up her chest, pausing as it circled around the soft skin of her neck to feel her fleeting pulse; a sign of her pathetic vulnerability. Within his gaze, her body began to rise, uninhabited by the barriers of clothing; for all to see as it circled vertically before them, under the stark light of the spotlight.A reminder that no race upon Middle Earth, Elfs, Dwarves, Hobbits or Mortal men were free from frailty that would doom them all; and the crimson flames within his eyes flared.Upon the black ropes of her bindings, she buckled, throwing back her head, demented in her madness. Fruitlessly trying to resist as they soaked in through her exposed flesh, disappearing from sight; to weave their hold within her blood, bone and flesh.Melkor's smirk grew, the fun was about to begin.Raising his hand, Melkor soothed her tormented writhing. Stopping her circling with a single touch; to leave her hanging back exposed to the crowd whom watched.Her skin so soft, so supple and fragile, like the pureness of her soul. So easy to corrupt, taint with a single touch.Purposely as if proving his point he raised his pointing finger, piercing her skin with his nail and slowly trace down along her spine. The fine line of blood began to well upon the surface of her skin, running in ribbons down her back to the crack of her buttocks and he turned, whispering compellingly into her ear "Free yourself "Then stood, watching in mild amusement as she tried to reach behind her. Frothing at the mouth as she pulled, clawing at her skin and flesh to expose the vertebrae of her backbone.Smirking, as the binds of his darkness came to life with air. Fusing against her exposed bone and forming contorted ridged horns between her gaping skin and raw flesh.Melkor turned to look at the Audience, tilting is head mockingly, as if he had proved his point, before turning back to his most prized puppet of the night, Tarilhir , and whispering in her ear "Oh...but your now almost perfect"Light his finger's upon her temple as they coaxed her body horizontal in the air. Feathering down across her face to wipe away the frothing white foam upon her lips and chin as the macabre Clowns scuffled on their knees rising their hands high into the air.Slowly trailing his finger tips down between her exposed breasts to the flat of her stomach. Melkor lay his hand upon the smooth flat surface of her stomach, watching as it grew bloating beneath his touch. Red ugly sears tore at the once silky smooth flawless skin as it stretched trying to accommodate what growing within her and he announced in mild humbleness, to the crowd."I am but the creator, the design is always their to choose"Before adverting his gaze as Tarilhir started to pant, and lifted her knees towards her stomach; reaching between her gaping legs to pull and grasp at the hideous creation the darkness within her had given birth to.Lovingly she slowly lifted it free, lowering her legs to place the birth of her new form for Melkor's approval upon her stomach and he smiled, like a loving father, proud of what she would she become. Reaching out he touched upon its cold clammy skin as the thick black mist of his making and binds began to seep out of Tarilhir's mouth. Swirling and weaving it wove about itself, shifting in form as it grew. Slowly seaming to sprout fingers that took on density and mass, making her throw back her head gagging, as she choked with death; unable to breath from the wrist that now filled her mouth and hand that spread its fingers circling around her head. In an instant the fingertips dug deep against the sides of her face. Wrist flexed twisting her head as the fingers pulled ripping and tearing at the skin on her face clawing back her flesh as blood and gristle from her nose seeped down across her exposed scull to pool within her dark matted hair. While the fingers scrapped the remaining skin and flesh from her exposed scull, dragging it back down into the depths of her cold dead throat.Gently Melkor lifted Tarilhir's head, holding it by her scalp whilst letting his fingers slide between her dark hair to cradle her head within his hand. Then he reached, picking up the malformed boars head of her creation. Parting the lose flaps of skin he carefully placed it around her exposed scull, sealing the flesh and skin to her bone, with his touch and lowered his lips to her's. Breathing life into her damp clammy skin.Lifting his head, he took a step back and stretched out his arms unveiling his new creation, as Tarilhir lowered slowly to the sawdust, reborn!"This..is creation. " he began hypnotizing the crowd with his words. "This is how the first Orc's where formed, as were, many of my most marvelous creations. This is the darkness that lays in even the purest of your souls!." He smirked, taking his bow as the spotlight blinked off, smothering the Big Top into complete darkness. Before the Circus Ring lit with it's bright lights. Empty of any trace of a performance. Leaving Lady Tarilhir sitting untouched within her seat, beside the rest of Fellowship, wondering what had just happened.
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Dark Mind™
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08/21/2014 08:56 PM
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Think its about time I laid down some Ground Rules.
Think its about time I laid down some Ground Rules. Give a little understanding to what fuels the darkness in my mind-1- Yes I'm arrogant and can be an arse hole - dont like it - boo -fucking- hoo!2-Dont try to manipulate me- it will go against you badly- And more so, don't for one minuet think I'm fucking beguile enough to be manipulate in RP or RL- I see through the fucking games! - been around too long not too!3-Don't ask for one on one rp's because seriously- unless you can inspire me with your imagination you wont be getting them- Nothing sucks more the same old boring starters from writers who have no inclination to capture my own imagination so i can run with them-4- If and when I choose to 'Partner a Rper,- it will be because they inspire me in some fashion- Not because they desire it- Sulkers, ' What about me's', & 'Look at me's' need not even fucking bother thinking about it- I'm just not into you's! 5- I'm an Adult not a Kid- But if i see you carrying on like kids in a school yard - trust me I'll treat you like them- and you wont like it!6- I can not be collected by any fucker to make them feel or look good- Don't for one minuet, think your capable, to put it simply - your fucking not! Many have tried and failed!7- Writing is meant to create and open a scene in your mind, be a door way to your imagine or create a statement and make you feel something other then boredom - Trust me I can do this very easy- some of you should try it! You might surprise yourself!8- You may not agree with what I write- its simple don't read it- Most of what I write, is for myself- not to impress anyone else9- NO! You will never find me playing 'Happy Homes' or professing undying love in stats and swooning- What part about being Melkor don't you understand?? 10- I've been writing as Melkor for many years now. To be honest he's an outlet for the Darker side of my mind. I've had a lot of Darkness in my RL, that over the years I've struggled to come to terms with, more then most of you could probably imagine. - Am I looking for your sympathy? - Fuck no!- Its made who I am today and I'm proud of what I've over come. So don't expect me to apologize for anything I may write that offends you! -Instead refer back to Rule #811-Want to copy and steal or try playing schoolyard games with those I care for, or me on stat's??- Trust me I will come the party and then I'll be the fucking Bully that puts you in your place! - Only spineless prats with no imagination go out their way to be little others, thinking they are making themselves look good or tough- But guess what?- Your self centered cowards, or unimaginative retards preying on those you think are weaker or with better ideas then you- Worth and respect comes from one's writing in in Roleplay- Not what they take from others or how badly they Bully them trying to claim it.12- To be honest I don't care if you've read all of these rules or not- It's no skin off my back- But it might just save you from getting disgruntled when you don't get your own way with me- Don't say I didn't warn you- With this said I think I'll go back to my own brooding now - So remember be happy little Campers and worry about what's happening with your own Role-Plays rather then what you think others have that you don't- Jealousy only makes fucking ugly people!
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