The Amazon Warriors

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    Okay. I was told that I HAD to do a Amazon thread. So. Here I am. Now, first, I'll tell you about the Amazons. The were a groupe of female only warriors. They learned new battle techniques that overcame the men's prowess in battle. They were most proficient in Archery. Now, there was a rumor that the Amazon Archers cut off their right breast so they could use a bow better. Honestly, if you want to do that to your characters, thats fine. Now, I will alow male characters, but, at first, they must be slaves. The only way they become out of slavery is if any Amazon deems him trustworthy. It doesn't matter who. well, on with the rules:

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    Now, on to the romance

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    Forum:
    Name:
    Gender:
    Race(such as Elf, human, etc):
    Age:
    Looks:
    Personality:
    Rank in group(general, commander, ect):
    Class(such as Archer, warrior, ect)
    Crush:
    Kids:
    Spouse(G+G and G+B ):
    Weapons you use:
    Other:


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    Name: Eilvia Fisenaria
    Gender:Female
    Race:Elf
    Age:23
    Looks: [img width=343 height=510]http://i60.tinypic.com/54zynq.jpg[/img]
    Personality:A strong willed female Elf. She can be hard on others sometimes, but has a loving heart. Someday, she hopes to fill the "void" in her heart with the one she loves. Befriend her, and she will open her heart, and give you everything she owns if you need if.
    Rank:Leader of the Amazons.
    Class:Archer
    Crush:Open
    Kids:none/open
    Spouse:None/ open
    Weapons you use: A Elfin bow passed down from generations of elfin royalty. A small sword for backup.
    Other:N/A


    There you go! Enjoy!

    Well, Humans, Elves, Dark Elves, (yes, even wood elves) Dwarves, heck, even the orcs. basically, any "race" -if you will- you know of, you can be it. If there is a race you would like to be, just put it there. And, in the "other", just talk about the race a little bit. Lets just say you wanted to be a Argonian, which is a race from skyrim. You would say that he/she is scaley, half lizard, half fish, so he can breath on land as well in water.

    [img width=510 height=464]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs7…y_tisstrinity-d4zrsid.jpg[/img]
    Name:
    Ahia


    Gender:
    Female


    Race(such as Elf, human,etc):
    Khajiit (whatcha expect from me?)


    Age:
    About 20 years old


    Personality:
    Quite, Swift, Closed minded, Agressive, Silent, Loves animals, Serious, Agile, Deadly.


    Rank in group(general, commander,ect):
    Warrior


    Class(such as Archer, warrior, ect)
    Assassin


    Crush:
    Open, but she's straight so no gxg


    Kids:
    None


    Spouse(G+G and G+B ):
    None


    Weapons you use:
    Bow, Toxic darts, Throwing knifes, A sword, and rope dart


    Other:
    Iconicly she has a brother, and a amazing pet, Letah


    [img width=510 height=319]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs7…e_Banshee_by_Zimonini.png[/img]
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    Name:
    Stirc


    Gender:
    Male


    Race(such as Elf, human,etc):
    Half Khajiit, Half elf (he looks like a neko xD)


    Age:
    About 21


    Personality:
    Quite, Obedient, Kind, Shy, Hates almost everyone though except for his sister, Hates being called names, hates women.


    Rank in group(general, commander,ect):
    Slave


    Class(such as Archer, warrior, ect)
    Slave, forced to help healer


    Crush:
    None


    Kids:
    None


    Spouse(G+G and G+B ):
    None


    Weapons you use:
    He uses a tomahawk, but he never needs it


    Other:
    He has a pet boa
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    [img width=510 height=510]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs5…ist_elf_by_masterbimo.jpg[/img]
    Name:
    Mre


    Gender:
    Female


    Race(such as Elf, human,etc):
    Elf


    Age:
    Around 40 years, she aged well xD


    Personality:
    Serious, Strict, Agressive, Tough to get close to, but also very motherly and has plenty of advice and knowledge for her two youngins.


    Rank in group(general, commander,ect):
    Healer


    Class(such as Archer, warrior, ect)
    Healer?


    Crush:
    None


    Kids:
    Ahia & Stirc


    Spouse(G+G and G+B ):
    Dead


    Weapons you use:
    None, she rather heal than attack


    Other:
    Mother of the two 'cats'

    Name: Shikara (but EVERYBODY calls her Kara)
    Gender: female
    Race(such as Elf, human, etc): wolf human (juts thinked this)
    Age: 21
    Looks: Searching for pic
    Personality: Kara is little bit lazy and very impatient. She is also short-tempered and easy to anger, but she is loyal to her leader.
    Rank in group(general, commander, ect): hunter?
    Class(such as Archer, warrior, ect) what's the class, where you have daggers?
    Crush: none yet
    Kids: none yet
    Spouse(G+G and G+B ): none yet
    Weapons you use: two silver daggers, rarely bow, when fighting, also fangs and claws
    Other: wolf human, my own species (kind of), is human with wolf's claws, fangs, maybe reflexes and traits, but not a wolf neko or werewolf.

    Imma go ahead and post, since yall are ready~


    A strange creature glided above the tree tops, its four wings sturred up the leafs on the massive trees below. Slowing down, its claws latched on the skinny branches on a tree, its eyes scanned the area below. Its white scales shimmered brilliantly against the dark bark. A screach escaped its maw and it glided down onto a tree limb. The limb was sturdy enough for it to stay on, its nostrils flailed, tilting its head to the side at a figure in the shadow of the trees limbs. As a Khajiit stepped out it let out a happy cree, nosing her stomach with its head. The khajiit handed it a hunk of meat, and its teeth unseathed, clamping onto the meat, then gulped it down.


    The khajiit smiled, grabbing the creatures crest at the bottom of its jaw. Hopping up onto its back, "come on Letah, I'm shure there missing us" she joked, then the banshee took off.


    Stirc yawned, scratching his feline like ear with his nails, which were long and sharp like a cats. He didn't have the best night sleep, Ahia had a arrow lodged in her hip, and it took him all night to get her better. Still baffled him how she can still ride around on that banshee of hers with a wound like that. Making a small remedy for himself, a bunch of strong herbs that he used to make someone stay awake for a while, it helped most whom had the night shifts. Chewing up the mesh of herbs and gulping them down, his nose curled in disqust. Then he started shifting through the potions, grabbing something for preventing infection and wraps. His eartip flicked as he heard the sound of wings slicing the air. Slipping out into the branch, then squeaked, something slammed right into the center of his back, nearly tumbling off the branch. Getting his balance back, glaring at his sister, and the banshee slowly landing on the branch. "Hey!" he complained as the banshee clamed its jaws on his ear, luckily teeth seathed.

    Eilvia opened her eyes. She yawned a little bit. She even started to rub her eyes. When she saw that some of her women were with her, she wipped her hands down. She glanced around, hoping no one had seen her. She then realized she was on her horse. I must have slep on Marther all night... She put her feet in the stirrup, and got off of her horse named Marther. She saw that they had made it back to camp. She was going to have to give the terrible news. She stepped on a stool, and addressed her troops. [bold]"Gather before me, so you may listen to what I have to say!"[/bold] She gave the traditional calling. She watched as the women began to form under her.

    Kara walked outside of her place and heard Eilvia calling. She went to a place below the leader, wondering, what she was going to say.

    Kimras ears twitched, looking over at her brother and Letah. A amused chuckle escaped her throat, patting the Banshe's face, watching as it let go and shove Stric. Her ears pinned against her skull as she heard Eliva, "see ya later lil bro, come on girl" she chriped before leaping up onto Letahs back again, then the Banshe screached before taking off. Landing on its perch, a rock large enough for it. Kimra waited to see what Elvia had to say, her tailtip twitched impatiently.

    Eilvia took a glance towards the sky. "As you know. I left on a raid against the men's camp. Well...we lost. The men knows who we are now. I can't explain why we lost...its as if there is information that the men are getting. There might be a traitor within our group. For now on, no one will leave this camp without my permission. And we will hide the slaves. And if I catch any of you talking to a man, I will terminate you publicly. That is all. Any questions?" She asked.

    Kimras nose scrunched up, her lip peeled back to show her sharp teeth. She chirped loudly, silencing the group, "Pardon? So your saying that Letah and I can't go out on flights? That Stric cant go up to help our mother with the sick and wounded? And how come you ar'nt telling us how exactly you lost?" She spat, climbing off Letah, the Banshe let out a screach in protest. Kimra grabbed its muzzle, the Banshe stopped and looked down at the ground. Tapping its face before crossing her arms, her blood red eyes bore right at Eilvia, "Is there something you don't want to tell us?" She spat. The croud looked up at Kimra, then at Eilvia, before murmers erupted. Climbing up onto Letah's back, whoms four eyes staired at the ground. Kimra often snapped at Eilvia, she never forgave the female, because of the rank she forced her brother into. Her eyes narrowed, hiding her teeth, but her ears stayed pinned against her skull.

    "Paws, not claws cat." She said. "You want to know how we lost? There is a traitor in our band of women. You know what, maybe the traitor is the person who hates me. You need to learn your place. I'm tired of you. I will give you a few more chances. I can't help it if the wounded are hurt, but...I do thank you for putting a point to that dull question. You and Kara will escort all the wounded women here. Then, I want you to kill all the men who we have as slaves. We can't risk them escaping. Do as your told, and both of you shall... be rewarded however you wish. Only, you can't take my place as camp leader. Other than that, name it, and it will be yours. I will trust you will get the job done." Eilvia said, never taking her eyes off of Kimra. She got down, and started to inspect the weapons.

    Kara was surprised. Traitor? She didn't believe someone would want to betray their tribe - from women, of course. Couldn't it be just bad luck? But she knew it would be pointless to argue and maybe even be claimed as traitor, so she went over to Kimra.
    "So, I guess we have to get going?"

    Kimra growled, "I guess so, lay a finger on my brother and your banshee food" she snapped, her tail lashed angerly. "I hate it when she calls me a cat" she huffed as Letah rested her head on hers. The banshe snorted as Kimra climbed up on her back, then sniffed Kara before snorting. "Ill go and get the girls, try to clear out where there supposed to go." She huffed, then Letah screeched before taking off twords the wounded. Hopping off the banshees back as it landed, "go fetch Stric" she glanced back at the banshe.


    Stric growled, he watched the meeting from the tree, "Kill the slaves?! Is she mad?" He snapped, eyes wide. Then sighed, "Kimra would decapatate her if she tryed to get me though" he chuckled softly. Glancing up at Letah as the banshe landed and nudged him. Climbing up onto the Banshe's back, then gulped, grabbing the saddle, he had rode on the banshe before but he never liked flying. He glanced back at the banshe's tail, his boa, Tip, had curled around it.