TheBritishBrony

There's my entry post, hopefully good. If anything needs changing, just say the word Val.

-[colour=#0000ff]Moonfire Starborn[/colour], The Temple of the Moon, Moonrise city- A lone fae stalked down the streets, seemingly in a hurry. From a bystander's point of view, her face was hidden by a cloak, and she was wearing what looked like a dark green set of armour. She turned corner after corner, until finally, she reached a dead end. A chilling wind broke out from behind her, and she began to turn around, fearing what might be there. Her eyes widened as she was engulfed in darkness. [colour=#0000ff]"Gah!" [/colour]Moonfire awoke in a cold sweat, her head resting upon a wooden desk, cluttered with files, reports, and research. [colour=#0000ff]"That same dream.........." [/colour]She chided to herself, recognising the figure. Only this time it was much clearer, and she could make out the armour on the wolf's coat. She noted it down, before nearly jumping out of her seat as she heard her door knock. [colour=#0000ff]"Just a moment!" [/colour]The adolescent moon wolf yelled, getting up out of her chair and walking towards a mirror, taking a look at herself. Her coat was a matted mess, a result of being locked up in her apartment for days on end, researching a mysterous organization she only knew as 'The Gardeners'. She growled and trotted over to the door, finding an armoured changeling waiting for her. "I've been sent to escort you to the temple m'lady." The changeling soldier said, his posture straightening as he saw his charge. Moon growled, this was most likely another of her grandmother's exploits. [colour=#0000ff]"I can make my own way to the temple thank you. Tell my Grandmother I can take care of myself." [/colour]She sighed, closing the door on the soldier's face. Moon then walked over to her bedroom, taking a moment to pretty herself up for the festival. Nothing too fancy, she just straightened her coat out and put on an average looking silver dress. She hated the things, but her Grandmother always told her she had to look the part if she was to become the next alphess of the clan once she was gone. She then reached for her Qai'maga, an ornate silver necklace with a saphire embedded in the center, a gift from her grandmother. The only useful gift she had ever recieved in fact. Stopping to take a glance at herself in the mirror, she nodded. For once in her life, she looked like an actual heir to the clan, and not some sorry tomboy excuse for a starborn female. She growled as she thought about her fellow clan-blood, they were so dismissive and....... well....... boring. Some of the males were ok, although most of them were to obsessed with whoever was the smartest or the best at growing a plant to care for what Moonfire did. Stopping by the door to her rather small apartment, she took a moment to look over it all. A tattered mess. Just the way she liked it. Moon smiled as she closed and locked the door, beginning the walk to the Temple of the Moon. The temple was situated in the middle of the city, and had beauty matched only by the crystal palace of the empress itself. It's walls were adorned by precious jewels, priceless artifacts and century old tapestry's and paintings of the first Baraki civilisations. The empire never truely took hold of the city, a fact that the inhabitants are extremely proud of, and therefore the treasures situated here were guarded like a mother does unto her newborn foal. The temple was also one of the few places Moonfire truely felt at peace in, and could relax without distraction by her thoughts. Walking into the main hall, she spotted her grandmother and began to walk over to greet her. Moon's grandmother, or high mistress Viola Starborn as the rest of the world knew her, was a sight to behold that night. Her coat an ebony black, and amber eyes that could slice through mountains, she wore a red kimono dress, patterned with gleaming white stars. Moon smiled as she walked up and nuzzled the old fae, a customary greeting between two Baraki. Viola licked Moon on the nose affectionally in return. "It is good to see you Moonfire. How have your days been recently?" After about half an hour of talking Viola sighed. Moonfire frowned, something was wrong. Her grandmother never sighed like that. [colour=#0000ff]"Something the matter Grandma?" [/colour]Moon asked, tilting her head in confusion. Viola looked towards her, a sad exp<b></b>ression adroning her face. "Moonfire, ever since your mother died in childbirth and your father left, I have taken it as my duty to protect you from any danger in this world. I reared you as my own cub, just as I did your mother and your uncle." Moon frowned even more, something was definitely very wrong. Viola never talked like that, she was all about the present and the future. [colour=#0000ff]"What do you mean?" [/colour]She asked, starting to get slightly worried. "There...... There is someone I would like you to meet." As the alphess said this, a figure began to walk towards the pair slowly. The Baraki was of large stature, with chestnut brown eyes and a grey coat with mauve stripes strewn across it. He was wearing a cloak, but it bulged from underneath, from what looked like a sword hilt and armour. The robe opened up as he walked revealing the armour to be of deep green and red in colour. Moon's eyes widened, her breathing accelerating as the mysterious figure strode towards her, each footstep of the clanking armour seeming to drive a nail through Moon's perked ears. He stopped, taking down his hood and smiling a toothy grin at the two. "Allow me to introduce captian Decimus of the empress' royal guard, the nightingales, or as you may better know them, the gardeners." Moonfire's heart raced at a thousand miles a second, the legendary, almost fairytale organisation she had just spent the past month and a half researching had just revealed itself to her whole. [colour=#ee82ee]"The pleasure is all mine m'ladies. Now, to get down to business." [/colour]The captain spoke in an irish sounding accent, his smile not faltering for a second, it was a bit unnerving. Turning to Moon, he spoke. [colour=#ee82ee]"Now, from what I have been told, you are very interested in our organisation, yes? Been studying it for a while now. See, the problem is, it is meant to be kept a secret from all outsiders. This means that nobody can know of it's existence, except for those trusted by the empress herself." [/colour]Moon gulped as the ominous male spoke, looking over to her grandmother, who just sighed and just turned away. [colour=#ee82ee]"[colour=#ee82ee]I also understand that you are indeed a very skillful user of astral magic, one of the few magics not tainted in coltara. Would you mind if I see a demonstration? A simple spell will do." [/colour][/colour]Moon nodded shakily, closing her eyes and reciting a quick incantation within her head. A glass of wine appeared out of thin air, to the captain's happyness as he plucked it out of the air and drank the drink whole. [colour=#ee82ee]"Very good. Now, back to business. As I said, our organisation is secret, which means no outsider should know it exists. That means bad for you lass. But, as you are blood bound with the high mistress over there, I am obliged to give you two options. Option number one, I erase the whole ordeal from your mind, and you come out clean as a whistle, but you will not recall what has happened within the last month and a half." [/colour]Moon gulped again, her legs quivering in fear. She had no idea of what she had gotten herself into, of the consequences that would fall on her. [colour=#ee82ee]"Option number two, you join us. Simple as, no sugar coating. You live your life as a servant to he empress herself, and guard her and the family with your life. So then lass, which will it be?" [/colour]Moon's eyes lit up, she already knew what she would choose. Before she could answer, she forced herself to look towards her grandmother, who was still resigned to looking away from the pair. [colour=#0000ff]"I'll............ I'll take number two please........." [/colour]Moon blurted out, her heart stil racing from the ordeal. Decimus' face twisted into an all out grin, [colour=#ee82ee]"Excellent choice lass! A face like yours is too pretty to be tampered with now isn't it? We will leave for Ashen Gate within the night. But for now, enjoy yourself for the night and say goodbye to any close ones." [/colour]With that, Decimus walked away and dissapeared into the crowd. After explaining the situation to her grandmother, not surprisingly the only close relative she had, she decided to enjoy herself until she had to leave, it was the festival of lights after all. After about an hour of socialising with the others assembled at the temple, she left for her apartment to gather her belongings. Only gathering her essentials, she threw off the dress and donned a more comfortable set of flexible leather armour she always wore when she hunted, being one of the few Baraki who did in her clan. She found Decimus waiting at her door, a now more serious exp<b></b>ression on his face. [colour=#ee82ee]"Are you sure you want to do this lass? You will be giving up any chance of a normal life, and will have to go through training before you are admitted full status." [/colour]Moon shut her door lightly, sighing as she contemplated the question. [colour=#0000ff]"Yes. I never asked for this life, I always dreamed of being a soldier instead of a ****ed politician. Besides, I never was a good one anyway." [/colour]She giggled a bit excited of what laid ahead for her.

Well balls. Just spent the last hour and a bloody half working on my entry post, and then the laptop died. Expect the post up whenever I can get it working again, probably late tonight or tomorrow morning.

Got all of the Christmas stuff done, and we break up for school over here tomorrow. Expect my post to be up around then. P.S Welcome back Fermata!

I was wondering when something like this would pop up, there's enough people on steam who play tf2 anyways. Count me in! Name: Vasilli Kyznetsov, but most people just call him 'red' after the amount of blood he spills when in battle. Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth pony Class: Heavy weapons pony. Eye colour: Crimson red Coat: Very light grey Mane/Tail: Slightly darker than his coat colour, with a red streak through both. He has his mane cut short. Hat: The K-9 mane and a pocket medic. Loadout: Natascha Something that is moist and delicious. Holiday punch (Totally not rage or tickle hoovy btw...........)

There's a certain numeric quote I can imagine chronarch saying right now. It begins with a nine. Oh ans wb val, we all missed chu Dopple, Free's head is mah profile pic, I'll get a pic up of Lavender when I next have access to s computer.

Count me in

A dull, thumping pain rebounded inside the mare's head as she came to. Lavender awoke flat on her back, facing the sky. She watched as her VISR HUD buzzed into life, her small shield generator rebooting slowly. The disoriented mare rolled onto her front quickly and dashed for cover behind the wrecked warthog quickly, expecting snipers. Finding none, she made an effort to try and remember the mess she was in. Something about a rebel base..... A bomb...... Spartans. Pulling her helmet off, she looked around, hearing voices. Lavender put her helmet back on and hustled around in the back of the wrecked warthog, looking for something to use. Bingo. She grinned as she pulled out one of her favourite toys, the grenade launcher. Sliding a shell from her belt and snapping it into the weapon, she hesitantly made her way around the blown out jeep, moving closer to the voices. "Captain Lavender Bloom, friendly. Please identify." The mare yelled, not moving out from her cover.

This looks cool, here's my app: Name: Lavender Bloom, or 'Mama Boom' as her squadmates call her. Age: You asking a women her age? (25) Military league: The most badass mo'truckers around of course, the ODST's! Brief backstory: Having her parents in the military, Lavender wanted to be a marine for as long as she could remember. She excelled in the academy she was sent to, getting good grades and being accepted into the corps first try. She served as a marine for a couple of years, until she was offered a place in an experimental new program, which involved dropping soldiers in metal drop pods in from orbit. She accepted, quickly moving up the ranks and becoming a known character in the 105th. What weapons she uses: Lavender is fond of anything that goes boom, but is especially handy with the M319 individual grenade launcher, and the M41 Surface-to-surface Rocket Medium Anti-vehicle/Assault weapon. (grenade launcher and rocket launcher) Anything I missed: She has a deep purple coat, a pinkish-purple braided mane and magneta red eyes. She will always wear her ODST armour, which is mostly grey, but has a purple stripe down the helm and is covered with her squad's insignia, which is a purple explosion.

>[colour=#ffa500]Applejack [/colour](RLF secret bunker) Applejack sat and listened quietly as Dopple told his story, taking the information in. She had thought they would at least have a couple of weeks before Pierrot's army attacked, but now............. She was interrupted by Striker's news about Twilight. Twilight had been shot? Her eyes widened in distress, but the gesture was subtle, and she quickly regained her composure. The mare raised her eyebrow's at Dopple's reaction, she wasn't aware the general had met Twilight before. Taking a glance at Striker, she gave a small shake of her head towards him. She didn't trust the changeling one bit. [colour=#ffa500]"You have no right to make demands like that in my base." [/colour]She said, turning to face the changeling, her face a steely gaze. [colour=#ffa500]"I am sorry for what has befallen your hive, but Queen Chrysalis is a very strong character and she wouldn't go down without a fight to anypony, let alone a child. She battled and won against Celestia herself for heavens sake. And as for Twilight..........." [/colour]She trailed off, wondering what she could have possibly been doing here to get herself shot in the first place.[colour=#ffa500]"I would in fact like to visit her myself. Dopple, we can offer you rest here until news of your hive reaches us, but until then, remember that you are in our base, not yours." [/colour]Applejack said in a militaristic tone, her face an emotionless wall. >[colour=#800080]Lavender Bloom [/colour](RLF secret bunker) "Who the hell do you think you are, sneaking into our bunker and claiming to be the general's sister? Do you have no respect for the dead at all?" Captain Thunderwing yelled at Lavender, who was slumped against the wall of the surgery theatre, holding her bleeding forehead. [colour=#800080]"Please........ I already told you..... I am the general's sister....." [/colour]The poor mare said, sturggling to stay conscious. Thunderwing's rage only increased as she repeated her statement, grabbing the young mare by the neck and hoisting her off the ground. Scrabbling uselessly at the hulking stallion's hooves around her neck, Lavender flailed and kicked, trying to get out of his grasp. [colour=#800080]"Please............" [/colour]She squeaked, starting to suffocate. Bringing her close to his face, Thunderwing growled, "You disgust me." Throwing her back on the ground, he prepared to land another blow with his rifle. Gasping and taking great mouthfuls of air, Lavender looked up as the soldier raised his rifle. Her eyes widened as something inside her clicked. Block and reverse it something told her. Something strangely............. Familiar. Standing slowly, Lavender turned herself to face her tormentor as he made for another strike with his rifle. She caught the stallions forehoof and twisted it, wrenching the gun out of his hooves. Without thinking, she smashed him square across the face with the rifle, almost instinctively. Her hooves were made hers again as she stood there with a gun pointed at the stallion, trembling like an earthquake. [colour=#800080]"What........" [/colour]She said, looking down at the gun in her hooves. Cringing at the weapon, she threw it across the room, staring back at the stallion, who was a bit shocked. Before he could say a word, a group of armoured guards barged through the door and grabbed Lavender, placing cuffs on her and dragging her away. She didn't even struggle, she was too shocked at herself. A couple of the guards stayed behind to help Thunderwing up. "Are you ok sir?" One of them asked, holding out his hoof. "I'm fine." He said, pushing away the soldier's hoof, standing up shakily. Something about that filly's eyes made him shudder........... Was she really Free's sister? He knew that Free had some sort of outside connection from the military........ Nervously, he pressed his comm link to the colonel. "Colonel Striker sir? We have detained what I believe to be an enemy spy, and are taking her to the cells to be interrogated. She claimed to be the deceased general's sister. I will not act without your permission, but I would hurry. She looked to be barely of age to be called a mare." Shaking his head and rubbing the spot where Lavender had struck him, he began to walk towards the prisoner cells.

>[colour=#800080]Lavender Bloom [/colour](RLF secret bunker) Lavender awoke as the dropship touched down in the hangar, fumbling frantically to get herself unstrapped from the chair she had dozed off in. She pulled off the straps and threw herself behind the crate she had been behind earlier just as Applejack came walking through and down the dropship's ramp. Poking her head out, she dared to step outside of the dropship. The hangar must have been private, as it was almost completely empty, apart from some unlucky soul who had been put on cleanup smoking and reading a magazine over in the corner. Lavender ran out of the transport and after Applejack, trying to stay as quiet as she could while doing so, which was difficult to say the least. Rounding corner after corner, Lavender found it hard to keep up with Applejack in the maze of a base. Soon enough, she found herself only following sound, having lost track of the mare. Sighing, she decided to have a look around, the base so far had been similar to the couple she had been to with her brother, so it couldn't be too different. Wondering aimlessly around the desolate bunker, it didn't take long for Lavender to realise she had gotten herself lost, but soon the sound of voices hit her ears. Keeping low and to the walls, Lavender crept closer, wondering who was talking. The smell of something extremely clean hit her nose, so she guessed that she was in the base's infirmary. Peaking her head round the corner, she was relieved to see the double doors on the other side of the room swing shut, a surgeon walking away on the other side. Walking out from around the corner cautiously, Lavender came face to face with a glass window. At first, the operating lights blared and disrupted her vision, but soon enough her eyes adjusted. Lying on the operating table surrounded by surgeons was what looked like an unconscious mare, but she couldn't tell from the sheets of operating material covering her body. Ducking down as to not be seen, she crawled closer to the door of the operating theater. Poking her head up, her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the wounded mare's face. Sweet Celestia, that was Twilight Sparkle.......... a plethora of emotions began to boil up inside the young pegasus as the realisation struck her. Confusion, pity, anger... "Don't move a muscle." A voice sounded as something cold and metallic was pressed up against her neck. Standing up slowly, Lavender turned to see a rather scary looking RLF soldier pointing his weapon directly at her forehead. [colour=#800080]"Please don't shoot, i'm the general's sister." [/colour]Lavender sputtered, sweat trickling down her brow, her eyes fixed on the gun poised for a lethal shot. The soldier's face reddened and he growled as he struck Lavender square across the face with his rifle, sending her flying into the window of the operating theater. "How dare you insult the general! Have you no honour you......" Lavender couldn't hear the rest of the soldier's rant, as blood began to flow from the wound the blow had caused, her ears ringing. "Colonel Striker sir, I believe I have located an enemy spy in the base, she is claiming to be the deceased general's sister........." Captain Thunderwing said, a close friend of Free's and long time colleague. >[colour=#ffa500]Applejack [/colour](RLF secret bunker) Applejack rushed her way through the bunker, knowing the endless twists and turns like the back of her hoof. Slowing down as she reached the office sector, she stopped to stare down the desolate hallway. The newly appointed general was flashed back to a seen of horror and destruction as she remembered the day long crossfire in scaring detail. Shaking her head, she flashed back to the present, but everything was too quiet compared to the memory. [colour=#ffa500]"I need to get back in the field...." [/colour]Applejack said while rubbing her forehead, she hated all this politics business that the general's untimely death had thrown her into. Alas, she still had a job to do, and she would be ****ed to tartarus if she didn't. Walking along the eerie corridor, she stopped outside Striker's new office, taking a l ong breath before knocking on the door and walking through. [colour=#ffa500]"Lets get down to business then." [/colour]The mare said, tipping her hat to Striker and walking to his desk, a tad bit surprised to see Dopple there as well, but she guessed Striker wanted him to hear whatever he had to say. [colour=#ffa500]"Uhh.... Hello to you to general Dopple." [/colour]She said awkwardly as she took a seat.

Truedat eclipse, but it's too bloody cold over here to get jolly at the moment.

So how many peeps we going to get before we start? I'm excited for this

[colour=#ffa500]Applejack [/colour](RLF camps, Equinia) [colour=#ffa500]"Rodger that, i'm en-route." [/colour]Applejack replied through her radio, beginning to make her way to the airpad. What was so important that she needed to go to 117? That place gave her the creeps, the sheer amount of blood that had been shed regaining it was inconcievable. A two week siege, which she led, resulting in the death of over 50 of her finest troops. The GEF really didn't want anypony at all getting near the base.......... Shaking her head, she scolded herself. Site 117 was one of the most secure and unknown bases the RLF had, it was just her instincts playing up on her. She walked up the ramp to the airpad, hearing the roar of a helicopter's blades as it landed, smelling the all to familiar scent of gasoline in the transport's engines. She walked up to the officer in command, who promptly stood to attention and saluted her. Applejack returned the salute, taking a look around the makeshift airpad's display. "What can I do you for ma'am?" The officer asked, obviously a bit surprised that she was up there. [colour=#ffa500]"I need fast transport, classified location." [/colour]The officer frowned, obviously a bit suspicious."Anything you say ma'am. There's a dropship over there that's vacant." The mare nodded and began to trot over, her mind drifting back to the need of her presence at site 117. Something big must have happened, that was for sure. Climbing into the cockpit of the armoured transport, Applejack smiled as she remembered her days as a pilot for the REA before her time in the revolution. She was already familiar with this model, having no problem powering up the engines and switching them to thrust. Pulling on a pilot's helmet, Applejack got ready for takeoff. >[colour=#800080]Lavender Bloom [/colour](RLF camps, Equinia) Not a minute after Applejack had left, Lavender had gotten up out of bed and began to follow the mare, intent on seeing what was going on. Sure enough,the young mare caught a few second glances from a couple of the more immature soldiers throughout the camp, but she ignored them, trying to stay hidden from Applejack's gaze. Something about the way she walked was urgent, and Lavender suspected it had something to do with his brother. The adolescent pegasus tailed her friend until she reached the airpad, where she talked to one of the officers. The soldier pointed to a vacant dropship, and Applejack trotted over, getting into the cockpit. Frowning, Lavender wondered how she would continue her pursuit, the airpad was wide open space with nowhere to hide. Looking over to the jets and choppers stationed there, an idea struck her. Looking either way, she flapped her wings and took off, flying overhead from prying eyes and landing on the other side of the airpad, quickly running and jumping into the dropship. Checking to make sure nopony had seen her, Lavender poked her head out of the side of the exit port, scanning the area. Thankfully, nopony had even noticed her. Sighing in relief, she walked over to a crate and sat down behind it, hoping it would provide decent cover. There wasn't a long wait to get comfortable, as Lavender felt the dropship lift off the ground and jet off, nearly having to push the crate she was sat behind away as it nearly crushed her. Growling and shaking her head, she trotted over to one of the seats and strapped herself in, surely Applejack wouldn't come back here while she was flying. Strangely, the hum of the dropship's engines was almost calming, and Lavender soon found herself drifting off, glad to have her first proper, willing sleep for the past couple of days.

Comps buggered again, won't be able to post until tomorrow. Sorry all

Lol what's so bad about it? I've read the books as well, it's actually not that bad if you get into it.

Just been to see Twilight (lol) breaking dawn pt 2. My mind is blown at how awesome it is.

woop! I'm extremely excited for this rp,

>[colour=#800080]Lavender Bloom [/colour](RLF camps, Equinia) The hunting rifle's scope focused in on the small creature, revealing it to be a rabbit. [colour=#800080]"Do I have to?" [/colour]The young filly behind the scope asked, looking up at the stallion behind her, the snow caked ground dampening her winter parka. [colour=#000080]"Come on sis, this is the third time. You have to learn if you want to join the army." [/colour]The stallion sighed, taking a seat on a rock nearby. [colour=#000080]"Kill it, or no dinner tonight."[/colour] Growling, the young pegasus focused back in on the scope, she had to do it soon or the rabbit would finish grazing and leave. But suddenly, the rabbit stopped nibbling and looked over at her, an expression of sheer terror adorning it's face. Pausing, she looked up from the rifle, grinding her teeth in frustration. [colour=#800080]"I'm.......... I'm sorry." [/colour]The bullet exploded out of the barrel, whipping past the decaying trees, homing in on it's target. The round went straight through Free's skull. Lavender awoke screaming, tears waterfalling down the young mare's face. Applejack came running through the tent's entrance, holding the grief stricken mare down. [colour=#800080]"Free! Free............. Free's dead! Let me go......... Let me go......" [/colour]She wailed. [colour=#ffa500]"Calm down Lavender! It's me Applejack!" [/colour]The mare yelled, trying to get the pegasus' attention. [colour=#800080]"Applejack........ Free.......... He....." [/colour]She sniffled, calming down as she heard the familiar voice. Applejack had been responsible for Lavender throughout and after the revolution. She was not only the young mare's caretaker, but her only friend as well. After a long hug, Applejack began to explain the situation the RLF was in and, from what she knew, what caused Free to suicide. Worryingly though, Lavender's expression had turned to that of a bland stare, looking down at the ground. Dear celestia, she was barely old enough to be called a mare, let alone be dragged into all this. [colour=#ffa500]"Now I need to go, the RLF is in uproar and I need to bring some order. I'll be back later ok?" [/colour]Applejack said, turning around and starting to trot back out of the door. But before she could leave, Lavender mumbled something. [colour=#ffa500]"Pardon sugarcube?" [/colour]She asked, turning back round. Lavender looked up at her. Sweet celestia, she even had Free's haunting stare. [colour=#800080]"I want to help you. I want to join the RLF. I've been through military school, I know all the procedures." [/colour]Applejack's eyes widened as the young pegasus said this, gulping. This is exactly what she had hoped her not to do. [colour=#ffa500]"We'll talk later hun."[/colour] >[colour=#ffa500]Applejack [/colour](RLF camps, Equinia) Applejack sighed as she exited Lavender's tent, the mare was too young for all this. Shaking her head, she began to head for the comms tent, but stopped as her communicator rang. It must be Striker. She thought. Keying the respond button, Applejack raised the communicator to her ear. [colour=#ffa500]"Applejack here. Go ahead."[/colour]

Laptop's back up, expect a post later tonight!

Laptop's back up, expect a post later tonight!

Hah.... True, very true. In regards to his funeral, I think it should take place in Equinia. I will make a post as soon as my computer is back up, which will probably include Lavender coming to and Applejack addressing the RLF. Btw, it was Lavender's 18th birthday when it happened, and she was thinking of joining the RLF after. As so she will probably want to meet Striker personally.

Alrighty then, and do expect this to be edited, but here's my app. Name: Moonfire Starborn Sex: Female Age: About 17 years old. Species: Baraki Appearance: Moonfire has quite a petite figure, not being as big as the other males she grew up with. Being small, she was often called names like 'runt' or 'midget'. She soon proved those naysayers wrong though, excelling in astral magic and athletic events, being almost unnaturally fast. She has a brilliant white coat, dazzling blue eyes and a black birthmark around her right eye, similar in shape to a wing, inherited from her clan. She will often be seen carrying around a shoulder bag, which she keeps all her supplies in, and wearing an ornate silver necklace with a sapphire embedded in the center, a gift from her grandmother, which also serves as her Qai'Maga, allowing her the levitation abilities of a unicorn. Origins/Residence: Moonfire has always lived in, studied and loved Moonrise city, and has never been outside it's walls. She adores the city, but finds it boring at times, and has always dreamed of visiting the Moon Tree in Ashen Gate. Bio: Being born into the Starborn clan, one of the most high up and respected Baraki clans in Moonrise city, a lot was expected of Moonfire from an early age. As the runt of her litter, she was always overlooked, cast down as weak and useless. But soon after her fifth birthday, Moon began to excel dramatically in astral magic, having an innate talent for the ancient art. Now, most Starborn clan females are expected to be quiet, hardworking and immensely wise characters, the alpha female of the clan, and Moon's grandmother, indeed being the best it has had in decades. Moon was anything but. Being boisterous and tomboyish, she always played with the males as a pup, caring less for boring things like studying. As a result, Moon became a very energetic and stubborn figure, quite different from the norm of Baraki society. Soon enough though, Moon's natural skill for astral magic was discovered, and she was ripped away from her casual life, being flung into the rough and often violent world of politics, serving as her grandmother's assistant. After her fifteenth birthday, she was allowed into the upper circle of Moonrise city, to the distaste of many of the other clans, as they believed she was too young and inexperienced, however skillful with astral magic she was. Even though it is a mandatory requirement for her to appear at all hearings, she often forgets her duties, preferring instead to study the ancient history of her city, explore, or simply gaze and howl at the moon. However, she has not been seen in the upper circle chambers for the past week now, believed to be locked up in her apartment and studying something. She has indeed been doing just this, but has been furiously studying an ancient organisation she knows only as 'The Gardeners', trying to crack the secrets of the mysterious order.

Sweet celestia..... I want to apply but wow..... I wouldn't know where to start lol. Btw, are you allowed to rp as Baraki? You didn't really specify it.

Laptops got a virus, so won't be able to post properly for a couple of days. Sorry all