Ah Marriska. She was the first character that I had when I started all those years ago. It is funny to see that I still use her concept even to this day. Some have wondered what she looks like. Some have wonder what she is. All that my friends, lies within Roleplay.

Marriska is a six foot tall woman with long, black curly hair falling past her shoulders flowing down her back. She is dressed in a long dark green velvet dress that hugs her slender form, contrasting with her pale skin. Her fine featured face looks around the room silently with pale blue-grey eyes, as she goes over and leans against a support beam. Her presence is almost awe inspiring, and strangely captivating.

The mortal Katherine. She hasn't been around all that much lately. Perhaps she's gone off to Cincinatti to be with Shawn. Who knows.

Katherine walks in slowly from outside. She is a five foot ten tall woman with dark auburn hair that flows down to her shoulder blades. Her features are quite plain but hold their own beauty. She is dressed in a short black tanktop that shows off her stomach and a pair of faded jeans. On her right side there is a tattoo of a unicorn. She also wears pair of Docs. Her pale grey eyes scan the room as she stands at the doorway, wondering if she should come in. She wraps a long, black floor length trenchcoat around herself, covering up the scar in her abdomen. She continues to watch the room silently from the doorway. She then walks over to the bar and whispers her order.{App3, Char3}

Now, this is another character of mine. Her name is also Rhiannan. In Black Dragon Inn, she is an Elven woman with an air of mystery around her. No one really knows what her story is, and her fate, is yet to be revealed.

Rhiannan is a five foot seven tall athletic and slender woman of unknown age. Most likely at least twenty. She has features that are slender, slim, her chin angular and her face defined. Her long, black and silvery white, curly hair bound away from her face and in a braided bun. Her pointed ears gently covered by tiny tendrils of hair unable to be kept up in the bun. Her light brown eyes with flecks of gold look at the partons of the room slowly. Rhiannan is clad in a long tan cloak and a black, soft leather bodice with a long sleeved, leather shirt underneath and tight black leather pants. A pair of black leather boots adorning her feet. Silver rings on all of her fingers. All of various things.

This is Beniroc Du`tan, a shape changing wolf of True Essence. They are somewhat like Werewolves, but truer to the wolf nature than the Werewolves. This is a new concept for me, but I am working on it none the less.

In Human Form

The door slowly swings open to reveal a large, 6'5 tall man. Beniroc Du`tan is dressed in a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of black leather pants. His body is lean and muscular. He glances around the room with pale green eyes, a hint of wild ambition within them. With a small smirk he brushes back his short, black/brown hair with a broad hand as he deftly goes over to the bar. A weird aura of peace and calmness around him, and yet a sense of power also.

In Wolf Form

The door is nudged open by a long black muzzle, then steps in a large mixed black and brown wolf of nearly two feet. His long sleek coat covers his four and a half foot long frame, not including his somewhat bushy tail. He stops at the door and lifts his head to sniff within gently, his pale green eyes looking around as he does so. He trots further into the room, his claws clicking on the stone floor of the inn's commons.

The Countess Gwenevyre Defaere. Some call her the Devil. Others call her an angel. If you heard her speak the sweet words she does, you would think she was both.

Gwenevyre walks into the room silently scaning it with pale hazel eyes. She makes her way around the room with catlike grace, no expression showing on her fine featured face. Her black, leather boots pounding on the floor. She is 5'9" and appears to be 23 years old.
She is dressed in a tight, long black dress that suits her slender form. Over the dress she wears a dark blue velvet cloak, resting on her shoulders. The clasp of the cloak is that of two finely crafted silver roses. Around her neck is a sliver chain with a dark, almost black, amethyst pendant. Her hair is golden brown and falls passed her shoulders in loose waves. She walks over to the bar and slides her way onto a stool. She crosses her legs, causing the slit in her dress to open and expose her long slender leg up to its mid thigh. She leans back against the bartop and studies everyone within silently. {App 6, Awe, Intim 4}

This lovely young woman is Rhiannan. Don't you think she lives up to her name?

Rhiannan walks into the room silently. She scans the room with dark green flecked light brown eyes, making them appear a dark hazel. She smiles slightly as she makes her way around the room, gracefully. Her black, leather boots pounding on the floor. She is 5'9" and appears to be in her mid twenties. She is dressed in a long black skirt with slits on both sides that go to her mid thigh. She also wears a short red sweater that shows off her mid-drift. Her deep red and black hair flowing in soft curls down to her lower back.

Karah Tiav Gulkane. What is there to say of this young lass? Not too much, for it is hard to describe one such as she.

Karah walks in brushing her long dark red hair from her young looking face. She sighs and adjusts the bag of books digging into her shoulder. She is a six foot tall girl with an athletic and lithe body. She wears a tight white tee shirt and a pair of black jeans. Her deep green eyes scan the room as she walks around it to a table, dropping her bag onto it, her footsteps quiet in her boots.

Karah ayp Kerridwyn. Young, brash, beautiful, and strange this one is. At times her heart is colder than the steel of her blade. But as calm and collected as she seems, she keeps her emotions hidden deep within her.

Karah walks in slowly and serenely. She is a six foot tall young woman with deep red hair that flows down her back. She wears a long black gown that hugs her lithe and athletic form. Her deep green eyes scan the room silently as she walks around it, her footsteps quiet in her boots. Karah's features are quite unusual, deeply rich with hidden beauty. Her stature giving off a strong sense of power hidden within her. Karah also wears a long deep green cloak, the hood resting on her head. She removes the hood and allows it to fall back to her shoulders, revealing the hilt of a sword over her left shoulder. the cloak is clasped together by a black moon with the tree of life done in Celtic knotwork infront of it.

Jessinda ip Juncor is a young woman I made up out of boredom. She really wasn't supposed to be around that long, but as things developed, she began to weave her own little story. She began as a naive 16 year old girl and then became a 17 year old young woman. That man in the background represents the two people that had ensalved her. The first being Daenen the second being a drow named Senricka aka Fyrestar. She is now living in a land covered in snow and ice with Kain Lightwind.

Jessinda is dressed in a long, slender gown with flared sleeaves that seem to nearly touch the ground. the sleeves are tight around her arms to her elbows and then fall gracefully. No longer does she seem burdened with the weight of her bands. Her blonde, nearly white hair is brushed, braided and then wound around her head with a few tendrils loose. She wears a small smile on her face and her blue eyes are bright and alert. She has a set of burned markings on her wrists, another pair on her ankles, and one around her neck. They almost seem to be like tattoos, deeply embedded into her flesh. The tattoos look as though they were made from bands, there is evidence that the bands were put on while still hot. The tattoos are in a love know pattern, intertwining and seemingly, never ending