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| Ehren My name is Ehren. I'm a 25 year old artist with mother issues but otherwise living a quiet life in East-Central Texas. I got tired of trying to pronounce the name Cuchulainn so I looked it up on wikipedia. Little did I know that the damned site would give me a freakin' bizarre pronunciation that I couldn't understand, so I got the idea that maybe if I wished really hard, I could make the "bloody Mary" trick work for summoning Cuchulainn himself and get the correct pronunciation. As if I really expected the stupid party trick to work. Well, I got him and he seems to enjoy waiting for me to sleep before groping my boobs and saying lewd things in my ear before bookin' it back to the mirror in my bathroom to disappear. The odd thing about it all, though, is that there's something more happening here. I'm not sure what, but I'm getting the pieces from my friends as they experience things. Slowly, I'm puting things together and what I'm getting is something I don't like. It's too much like what my granpa would habitually tell me when talking about shit that would make your shit go cold. Let's hope I'm wrong. |
| Cuchulainn, Setanta, Guardian of Ehren I am Cuchulainn, the greatest hero of all Ireland. I died long ago, but someone who you lot know as God told me I would have a chance to fight again if I decided to stay in this strange place that resembles my home and guard a "gate" that resembled the post I lashed myself to so that I would die standing up. In guarding this gate, I was later informed that a day would come that I would not only have the gate to protect, but a woman of like mind and of the very type that I love. I am the guardian of Ehren, who is a very clever girl who reminds me of a somewhat shorter Valkyrie. Only time will tell as to how well this plan of "God's" will go. |
| Amanda My friend Ehren is very close to me. She and I practically share a brain and come up with many strange things to entertain ourselves with. She's pretty well a part of my family now. When she told me of her strange encounter in her bathroom, I thought it was another great strange event in her life, either that or a strange idea for a role playing game. In any case, it turned out she was telling the truth and had quite an amusing situation on her hands with a man she's been rather obesessed with for the past several months now. For myself? I got a rather interesting guardian. We'll see what he brings about. As for what's going on, I'm also watching to pick up more pieces of the grander puzzle like Ehren and attempting to figure it out, but what I'm seeing doesn't make much sense to me. |
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| Robert de Loxley, Robin Hood I'm Robert de Loxley, though most will most likely know me as Robin Hood or Robin of the Hoods. I'm an English noble who went off to join King Richard the Lionheart in the Crusades, but came back to my lands being taken away and my father dead, claimed to be a witch. All this terrible luck can be attributed to one man, the sheriff of Notingham who wanted to give my lands to his cousin so that somehow he might get in good with dear Richard if he ever came back and be able to take over the whole place that way. Now, I died long ago, telling the priortesses and one of my men to bury me when I died wherever an arrow I shot off through the priory window landed. After I died, God came to me and told me that I could continue protecting the people and could continue living if I agreed to watch a gate that resembled the very arrow I shot through the window. The land I was thusly placed into looked like the home I loved more than the one that was so cruelly taken from me, Sherwood Forest. I am also to guard a woman from the world I left, though she looks odd to say the least. She's very smart, very smart indeed, and isn't afraid to speak if she disagrees with something. She is slowly working out the whole plot of the matter, though I myself only know a little of it. I know there are three more like me guarding three other gates, though I've not met them. It will be an interesting meeting should I be given the opportunity! |
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| Rae My name is Rae and I'm from California. Ehren, Amanda and Alexiel are good friends of mine and I love being with them, though they sometimes make me feel neglected when they get busy. That's all right, though, because I know they're busy and will speak to me when they can. When I found out Ehren summoned the dog from a mirror, I immediately wanted to try it myself. I decided on Jeanne D'Arc and I got her! But what is strange is that she had to fight some shadowy creature that looked like a bird and it tried to possess me or something. Amanda and Ehren think something is strange about these occurrances, but I'm very happy to be able to talk to someone else now when I feel like it, because I'm sure she's lonely wherever she is right now. She seems to enjoy the company as far as I can tell, too. |
| Jeanne D'Arc I am Jeanne. I was born in a small village in France during the occupation of France by the English. The bastards killed my sister and burned the village of Domremy where we lived after I had my first vision. Later, when I was seventeen, I had a vision again of God telling me that I must get the Dauphin Charles VII to Orleans where he could be cornonated, to get the English out of France as quickly as possible. I had succeeded in getting the English pushed away from several places, but I was captured by the English and claimed a heretic to burn at the stake. They claimed I did not speak to God but to Satan and his demons, that I was a witch instead of the country girl I claimed to be. However, for my work, God gave me a chance to live and protect once more as I was meant to. I could no longer go back to being a simple country girl, I was a soldier now and was proud of that. I am the guardian of Rae, of one of the four gates into the world and have closed myself off from the outside since my death. I only hope that I will serve as I was meant to and not be hindered by pride and vanity as I was when I was alive. My "gate" that I am supposed to protect looks like an old cross, a ruined cross as it were. |
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| Alexiel I'm Alexiel and I'm an actress. I love doing theatre and playing around with stuff, but I usually end up playing a mime. My greatest ambition, since I can't actually be one myself, is to raise sons in the ways of the Spartans! Well, not my greatest ambition, but something I do think about. Anyway, I've always had strange paranormal activity occur around me ever since I was a little kid. I can usually be heard throwing something at two "shades" that like to stay around in my room. They're supposedly shadow creatures that feed on human fear, but I'm not afraid of them and they're really only the size of a cat, actually. Not that terrifying. They are, however, extremely irritating. They shove things off my bed and make noises in my room, generally driving me mad. They've even taken to hissing at me to get my attention. The bastards. So, Ehren got the hound of Chulainn and told us he groped her. I knew he would, given just how built she is. Me? I'm small and easily kidnappable. My boyfriend and his best friend especially like to toss me around like a ragdoll. Bastards. I'll get even with them! Compared to Ehren and everyone else I'm a dwarf, something they like to make fun of. Recently I was attacked by a snake like shadow creature and saved by a rather romance novel looking hero named Fergus Mac Roich. If he wasn't so charming and goodlooking, I might be able to keep my damned face from burning whenever he speaks to me!! |
| Fergus Mac Roich, former king of Ulster I am Fergus Mac Roich. My last name there means "son of a horse", which is something of a joke made by my fellow men pertaining to a part of my anatomy that outstrips all of them. I can't complain, though, since its gotten me many a willing woman and one very interesting queen who I enjoyed making love to many times until I was killed by her husband out of his jealousy. I was once the king of Ulster until my ex-wife decided to make certain her son would be king for good. I didn't mind, really, since he seemed to be a decent king, though it was a small sore point with me. I and my step son Connochbar were accepted along with a few other notable men to become the hero Cuchulainn's foster fathers to help raise the boy. I loved the lad and teaching him what I knew, but sometimes I wonder if not all of it actually seeped into his head for he lacks a great deal of patience and has a relatively short temper. He did manage to learn how to charm people from me, for I was excellent with it. But, I was soon exiled during an incident that I care not to remember any longer. I disagreed with a situation and took my men who would follow me and lead them to Connacht where we stayed. There I became the Queen's lover and thusly died long after when her husband found us in a lake together. I was given a chance to be a guardian of sorts by a man who I can only call "God" as that is what he named himself. I was introduced to a land that looked much like Ireland and was given a gate to protect that looked like the lance that speared my chest stuck point first in a lake. I was then told I would protect a woman from the world I left and so I waited around for her with an ornate silver hand mirror to veiw the outside world with. The woman I must protect is a very pretty little Spanish maid. She seems very spirited for being so small and that spirit I admire a great deal. I will my best to protect her until I am forced to truely die like I should have long ago. |