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Your eyes flutter open. The grey lights of dawn stream through the trees, creating a pattern of dark and light splotches on the forest floor upon which you slept. Except, you didn't lay down to sleep on a forest floor. Panicked, you quickly pull yourself to your feet and scan the area for any signs of people you may recognize. You find that the immediate area is empty, and the nearby path is overgrown, showing signs of little to no travel through this area.After closer examination, you find that a thin trail of mist snakes along the ground. It seems almost as if it's guiding you somewhere. Are you supposed to follow it? Where will it lead? And most importantly, where are you?

Welcome to my newest RP, Along A Misty Trail. This is essentially an RP where our characters get thrown into a completely foreign for no other reason than just to be thrown there-or so they thought. As with most stories where the protaginists are swept from their homeland, things are not exactly what they seem. Our characters will be pulled head first into a long chain of events that will test they're every strength and bond that connects them - even though they're total strangers to each other.
This RP really has no linear plot - at least, at first. It'll pretty much be lots of sub-plots that will all tie in together in the end.

• Three Character Limit. Please don't ask if you can have more than this.
  
• Please keep your posts long, or at least somewhat descriptive. I don't want to see "Bob was walking around town."
  
• This is a private RP. Only those who have received an invite may join. If you feel you need to be in this RP, please PM with your character sheet and quote of one of your posts in an RP that is still available to be read. -NO MORE PEOPLE ALLOWED
  
• I take this stuff really seriously, can you tell?
  
• Put mist in your character sheet somewhere so I know you read this.
  
• Please, and I cannot stress this enough, remember to sharpen your pencils at the beginning of class.
  
• HAVE FUN

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Name: Darin
Age: 21 (or gryphon equivalent)
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Gryphon / Elven
Personality: He's brave, tends to strategize, and is quite loyal to his friends. However, he's cautious around new people and holds a grudge against the humans. He's comfortable for serving as the occasional mount and prefers his gryphon form. He will, however, use his elven form when needed. This could be when he's selling his kills, walking through a city, or when Aewen (his love) requests it. He'll do anything for Aewen and could even pose as her pet if need be (gryphon form). He depends on her to act as a barrier between him and the humans... whenever a situation with one may arise.
Appearance: His appearance varies, depending on his form. Both forms share the same brown eyes as well as a distinctive scar over the left eye.
Elven form - In his elven form, he's average height for his race and has dirty blonde hair. He wears leather armor for light protection and is capable of handling weapons in this form.
Gryphon form - In his gryphon form, he's average size and is tan/white/brown. His scar is more obvious in this form and allows others to recognize him.
Other: In his elven form, he has a simple hunting bow and a scimitar. The former is mainly used for hunting while the can be used for close quarter combat.

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History: Darin comes from a universe with many humanoid races (including humans) and many mystical races (including dragons). In the particular land in which Darin comes from, there are mostly elves and mystical creatures. Half-elves are also somewhat abundant and humans are less common. Before the events of this RP, Darin lived in/nearby a small village. His history, however, begins with the gryphons that resided deep within the nearby woods. At a young age, these gryphons found him as a young gryphon cub. He was found on the side of an old dirt road and in a cage. He had amnesia and only remembered his name. In any case, they took him in and raised/trained him for years. At the age of 14, a half-elven hunter accidentally shot an arrow through one of his wings and caused him to crash. As the hunter pulled out the arrow, something triggered in him and he shifted to his original elven form. Long lost memories came back to him and this hunter turned out to be his original adopted father, whom went by the name of Logan. Apparently, Logan had found him as baby in a burning tower. He was originally the son of a wizard... one whom had made enemies over the years. Logan had apparently raised him for short time until he had mysteriously vanished under strange circumstances. After being brought back to the village, he was mainly raised by the half-elves. Being raised/trained as a gryphon for much of his life (about 2/3), he was a natural hunter and tracker. This translated to his Elven specialization in the use of the bow. He later gained a scimitar for close quarter combat, but often served as a ranger/archer for the occasional bandit. Despite this, he had never forgotten his gryphon form and still slept in that form. Eventually, he took this a step farther and moved back into the woods. He found a nearby cave and began to hunt again in his gryphon form. From this point on, he also more-or-less became the protector of the village and watched over it via the air. One night, a small group of human bandits found his cave and attempted to capture him for their own purposes. They failed, but not without a cost. He received his scar and became blind in his left eye. This experience also gave him his grudge against the humans.

Powers/Strengths: Ability to shapeshift, knowledge of the woods, swiftness, & hunting/tracking skills; also decent with bow
Weaknesses: He can only shapeshift a few times a day, is claustrophobic, and is completely blind in his left eye. If mounted (gryphon form), his speed is lessened. He could only carry 1 heavy person, 2 people of average weight, or three people if they're light (and small) enough.

(Thank-you, CinderLover, for the fanart!)

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Name: Aewen
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Half-Elven
Personality: Aewen loves nature, admires Gryphons, and appreciates birds. She's loyal to Darin and sometimes treats his gryphon form as one would a pet. Unlike her love and occasional mount, she isn't fearful of humans and can act as a barrier between Darin and mankind. If need be, she could even act as a master/owner to Darin's gryphon form. Furthermore, she's resourceful and sometimes even sneaky.
Appearance: Aewen has long medium-blonde hair and light green eyes. She's tall for a half-elf and slightly shorter then Darin's elven form. She wears leather armor and carries a elegant-looking longbow. She also carries a small dagger and hides the light armor with a green cloak.
Other: Her dagger was given to her by Darin, whom she also lives with. Her bow, on the other hand, was handcrafted.

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History: Aewen is a hunter native to Darin's village. She had always admired the gryphons and fell in love with Darin's elven form. They both sold their kills [deer mostly for Darin and small(er) critters for Aewen] at the local marketplace and became friends. When the human bandits found Darin's cave; she took out one of them with arrows and gave Darin a chance to fight back. From this point on, their relationship blossomed and the two eventually wished to live with each other. Realising how fond Darin was of his cave, she opted to craft any needed furniture and move into the cave. She was okay with Darin's love of his gryphon form, though she did mange to convince him to spend more personal time in his elven form. However, he still maintained his gryphon-related hunting schedule and still slept in that form from time to time. Sometimes, Aewen would even lay against his gryphon form and use his wing almost as a blanket.

Powers/Strengths: Aewen is good with her bow, is decent with her dagger, and is good at crafting.
Weaknesses: On the other hand, Aewen can easily be outnumbered and is incapable of handling longer blades.

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Both accepted (:

Name: Drann
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Centaur/Pegasus hybrid, which is a centaur, with wings.
Personality: Drann is quiet and keeps to himself. He won't hesitate to fight, especially when it means helping someone. He's very kind and loyal, but it takes him awhile to open up to people. He's calm and calculating, but if you get him angry, he can get pretty fierce.
Appearance: Drann has brown fur on his body with a black tail and black around his black hooves. His upper body has tanned skin, as well as dirt and plenty of battle scratches. He wears leather armor, but only on his human-half of his body. He also wears a bow and a quiver of arrows on his back. He has brown wings and shoulder-length black hair, which he usually wears pulled back. He has dark brown eyes, full of wisdom. He also wears a long sword on his back.
Others: Drann has grown up quickly and doesn't always trust himself, though he is very smart when it comes to strategy and reading people.
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History: Drann has a sad history. He lives in a land that is now ravished by war. The two opposing countries are always at it, and no one in the country is immune from the call to arms. Yet Drann remembers the time of peace before. He holds out hope that such peace will return, though it is a very slim hope. He entered the war at age 17, when it had first began, and soon became a favorite among the soldiers. He was very smart at strategy and soon earned a spot as a Commander. It went well, and the soldiers under him loved him. But three years later, when he was 21, things went downhill. His plan failed and he was responsible for the death of many. Only one survived, besides himself. It was the one and only time he had ever watched while his men went in without him. The one survivor was a 15-year-old girl, who then became Drann's sole obsession. He vowed from that day on to protect her no matter what, becoming almost like a father to her, though she sees him as more of an older brother. Drann backed down from his rank as commander several months later, no longer able to handle it, but he stayed in the war, alongside the girl, Tula.
Powers/Strengths: Drann is swift and strong, skilled with a sword and his bow. He has a very wise and calculating mind.
Weaknesses: Drann can sometimes over-think things, and if he's not fighting to protect someone, often hesitates not only to fight, but also to kill. Only his upper body is protected by armor.

Name: Tula
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Human
Personality: Tula is very fierce. She thinks only of herself and often acts rashly. She trusts no one and is always ready for a fight. She's also very stubborn. She tends to be very negative in her thinking.
Appearance: Tula is of average height and weight. She has tanned skin, which is a bit dirty, and brown eyes. She has brown hair stretching just below her shoulders, which she wears pulled back in a ponytail. She has one strand of hair hanging down the right side of her face, which is braided. She wears leather armor and carries a leather shield, a sword, and a bow and quiver of arrows on her back.
Others: Tula is very resourceful and can use her surroundings to her benefit. She's also very agile, though she is strong.
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History: Tula is from the same land as Drann and was born into the raging war. War is all she's known. Her father and brothers were taken to fight, and when she turned 14, she eagerly joined herself. She couldn't wait to fight for her country! She had waited and trained for it since she was very young. Fighting is what her country was all about, and to fight was to be someone. Though she does often stop to wonder why the fighting is always going on - isn't there ever peace? She sometimes misses her family all being together and doing something fun - something other than fighting, though those times were very rare. Because of the war, the country also suffers from a lot of crime, as the king's main focus is on the war, and not on the people, though he claims the war is for them. Tula has seen her share of pain and suffering growing up, both before joining the battle and afterwards, and hates it all. She keeps fighting, though, not knowing what else to do, not believing that the end will ever come. She met Drann soon after joining the army, and didn't much like him, thinking him somewhat soft and weak. But he was a brilliant teacher, and took her under his wing a year later. She learned much from him, and soon came to cherish his friendship. It was almost like a piece of her family was back with her. She still doesn't always agree with him, and gets annoyed with him quite frequently, but she sticks with him anyway.
Powers/Strengths: Tula is quite agile, and somewhat strong. She can hold her own, but can be over-powered by someone very strong. She is skilled with a bow and a sword, and can use her surroundings very well to her advantage. Tula can also heal, though she does not know it yet.
Weaknesses: Tula is stubborn and so will refuse to back down from a fight. She is also very quick to jump into a fight without thinking. She can be over-powered by someone larger and/or stronger than her. Her head and neck are a weak spot, as she doesn't wear a helmet.

Name: Fimbri
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Faun
Personality: Fimbri is very timid and shy, and quite afraid of, well, everything. He thinks everyone is out to get him, and is very much a loner, preferring it that way. He's quite unsure of himself and his skills, preferring to hide rather than fight.
Appearance: Fimbri is shorter than other fauns, and has dark brown fur on his legs. He has black hooves, and brown eyes. He has short, scraggly brown hair.
Others: Fimbri loves music and always carries his pan flute with him. Music is the one thing that relaxes him and makes him happy. He also carries a dagger, though he's never used it and never plans to.
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History: Fimbri comes from a land that in which magical creatures, particularly fauns, are hunted, captured, and/or killed, depending on their usefulness. He's lived with this fear of being captured or killed all his life and watched as many loved ones, both friends and family, were torn away from him and dealt with brutally over the years. He's lived his entire life on the run. Though some of the magical creatures once started a war in resistance to their treatment, Fimbri didn't join, seeing such resistance to be useless. He knew how harsh the humans were, and how strong. Instead, he remained always in hiding, always running...
Powers/Strengths: Fimbri is strong, though he really doesn't know it. He's also quite good at hiding and blending in. Sometimes it almost seems as if he can make himself invisible. Fimbri's music can be a bit magical. Depending what he plays, he can control others, whether it be hypnotizing them, putting them to sleep, or calming them so that they no longer want to fight. However, he doesn't know his flute is capable of this, as he's only ever played it for himself and for his own enjoyment, and never around anyone other than fauns. Certainly not in battle!
Weaknesses: Fimbri is terrified of everything, and so would rather run from a fight than take any part in it. He can be a bit slow and clumsy since his nerves often get in his way. He's not good with fighting, and doesn't know how to use any sort of weapon, really. He's seen them being used, but has never used any himself. He doesn't wear any armor for protection, either.