[Mica]

Born from the ashes of men and the evil of their soul, you rise as a fierce warrior to test the powers of the gods. Your power ever growing as the blood you spill creates a river to stain the path you now walk in the bottomless pit of corruption.

[Vox]

This Fire Witch, scion of a clan of powerful witches, loves to tease men, and when she has set their passions aflame, sets them aflame for her cruel sport. D:

[Sugar]

Weilding an ax, she runs into the battle, ready to kill. A while of assasinating later, She thinks she's done, but, she was wrong. One soldier who she thought dead, slowly stood up. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Ready to die?"

Vox won't stand this. She stands up straight and darts toward him. He dodges her attack. "Tired?" He says, acting snotty. "Not even close." She remarks, and dashes toward him once more, thrusting her ax in front of herself. The soldier spins around at just the right time and steps out of the way. His side gets a slight cut, but he barley even notices. The soldier swings his own sword and Vox jumps out of the way. "Tired?" She mocked. He glared at her. Hah, an oppritunity. She thinks to herself and sstabs him right in the stomach, knocking him over on his side. She raises her ax to deliver the final blow. The soldier looks innocently at her, but she won't give in. She gives the final blow as an ear-peircing screech sounds from below her.

She looks at the deserted feild that she'd been standing in Well, the jobs done. She thinks and stabs her bloody ax into the red- stained ground, marking her conquest.

[Pinkie]

She moved silently through the shadows stiring nothing as she past. Her deamon walked beside her. She paused "Are we going to battle?" Her demon asked and she simply nodded letting her masson ball fall to the floor. With an evil smirk she stepped from the shadows.

[Vox]

Once the sun had set and the groans of the dying had stilled, this winged creature and others of her kind flew silently to the battlefield and began eating the soft parts of the men and horses. When dawn arrived, there was nothing left but bones and armor.

[Jurinjo]

In the furture there turned out to exist real Amazon Women living in secret. Every now and then taking in a broken sister from the outside world. As the global cultures evolved some influence showed through in their own. Though vox is a full born and raised Amazon her style is very modern indeed yeow. x3

[Star Seeker]

As a young boy, Jurinjo was constantly drawing pictures of ingenious new inventions. When he was a teenager, he was picked on and made fun of for his creations so he decided to give up on his inventions. However, when he got out of school and into the real world, he longed for the imagination of creating again so he dropped everything and went back to being an inventor as he always was inside. However, one of his experiments went wrong, making him become half feline. He thought this would be the end and he would have to quit everything again, but one of his earlier inventions became a huge hit which made him famous despite his feline appearance.

[Pinkie]

She stepted from her temple with a soft smile. It was almost time...the sky was filled with soft reds and light oranges. The moon rising slowly across the sky. It was neither day nor night but the time between both; dusk. Soon she would fly across the sky bringing bright colors that would but the sun to shame. It was her roll as the goddess of color and the bringer of that arora borialis.

[Jurinjo]

Goodness I can't compete with you two.
@Star Seeker: aw that's a great story! I hope my life rolls out like that >w>

@Pantz: haha I like that nickname....do you hate it? -cringes from a possible slap if she hates it-
Also your story reminded me of Riku from Kingdom Hearts.

Topic; And old god of an age past forgotten, or rather never known by the world. For the people who worshiped her died long ago in a plane crashing on that village. Part of her wishes he tried to amass power like the other gods. Maybe then she could have saved them. But then again the others came rely on the humans so much that once faith in them was gone so were they. Was her path really the better? She wonders all these years as the world moves on never knowing of her or how much she hurts from the loss of her people.

[Pinkie]

Nope I like it!

He stepped from the shadows and looked about in disgust. What ever happened to this world He though as he placed his staff on the ground. He remembered a good time...a time where he wasnt needed. But alas that could not be for the time had come where the gods themself asked for his help. So there he stood at the gates of the beast. For he was its trainer. As the beast gave a growl he smiled. It was time to realese the cracken,

[Taiania]

She looked like a statue, gold and obsidian, standing guard over the gates. She looked around with invisible eyes and smiled inside, another thief trying to sneak in. Just like the rest, he would not be leaving.

[Jurinjo]

I already said the story I had in mind once. Which is that she is the chief of a race of forest people with a long-standing feud with the elves. Humans one day lead a crusade against the elves and though we, out of desperation casting aside our very HUGE pride, are rejected sanctuary for she fears it would put the safety of her people at stake.

[Arachnocampa]

The darkest corner of a tavern is where he sat, observing the other Trisphites as they mingled about, some loud from too much ale. Though he wore dark clothes, his appearance wasn't too different so he didn't really catch many curious eyes. Finally, a figure left the tavern that caught his interest. It was his target. Standing, he moved to follow as inconspicuously as he could, unfolding his fan as he exited.

He would have his reward.

Nuhhh, I hope that was alright. D:
By the way, the kitty in your signature, is it anything in particular? o:

[Taiania]

She flew above the darkened city. A red cross on so many doors, the stench of blood rising. But she did not care for them, she only had interest in one person. As she landed she nodded at the child who sat in his room, playing.
"Hello." He smiled, looking up. "Who are you?"
"You may call me.... Amber... Come out and play." Maybe playing wasn't the correct word but at least he would be spared the trouble that was to come.

[Arachnocampa]

She lives in a world devoid of color. It seems that everyone on this world is silent, no matter how loud they scream. Her soulless gaze makes her an eerie individual to gaze upon, though the plushie in her possession adds a bit of a cute charm. But what's this? This is no ordinary stuffed gryphon! It appears to be the only bit of color left in her monochrome world. Where everything is cold, it is the one source of warmth and her key to bringing the color back... but does she really want to?

[Jurinjo]

I just played a flash game with a story somewhat to that...kinda.

Anyways: The Fallen angel long banished from heven but seeking redemption attempt to break hell's gates in hope the holy angels would trust her enough to begin bringing her back into the fold.