Post by Head Moderator on Sept 11, 2016 15:59:29 GMT -5
Who Am I #1? Cordelia de Clare
The seas and passions are where her intentions lie,
for there is not story she hasn't heard gone by.
Men and women all alike,
Seem akin to take her flight.
Lust for life is what a token it shall buy,
For this ship longs to say goodbye.
Crimson of the rose on sheets,
Dead are those who cross her in the streets.
Who Am I #2? Reinard Caer Llyon
Cat Burglar
Stealthy, Quiet
Laughing, Playing, Casing
He died once, doesn't that beat all?
Who Am I #3? Ellywick Ningel Bimpnottin Pallybara Fizzlespark
Won't you come and drink with me? Calls the figure they can barely see.
Won't you challenge me to a duel? Calls the figure they barely call a fool.
Won't you tell me about 'em clothes? Calls the figure that barely shows.
Won't you tell me a joke, o'please? Calls the figure they can barely believe.
Won't you come and dance with me? Calls the figure that chuckles tee-hee.
Won't you join me in the cups? Calls the figure that is rather tough.
Who Am I #4? Hyojin Pyo
Painted doors, inked dreams
coming to life at his will.
Sometimes on purpose.
Who Am I #5? Maereth Selakiir
If darkness and shadows is what you seek, come with me and play for keeps.
My mistress is lies, her sister is deception, and still they love their father corruption.
And illusion there, a misconception there, makes you question why you care.
Wit and courage is what you need, if you are to tangle with me.
For lies, deception, and darkness is born from my soul I've repeatedly torn.
The shadows talk to thee, urging you to dance with me.
Who Am I #6? Cherith Mourne
Once there was a man with no trace of end in sight
Wandering through darkness, no place for flame to light
Toiling all the while, to find some sort of way
Out from eternal night, into eternal day
Stumbling, mis-stepping, continuing to strive on
Holding onto hope, before all trace was gone
Of a time to come when all would be made well
And a way for him to escape this darkened Hell
But all would not be perfect, never even great
Could he continue down this darkened road of fate?
Doubt and darkness creeping, burdening his mind
Where was his salvation, where was it to find?
Striving on he kept his feet upon the darkened maze
His mind slowly crumbling from lack of celestial rays
Whether he could stand, whether he could walk
Still he struggled on, wouldn't quit, wouldn't balk
And just as he felt he neared his final stride
And knowing he could say that at least he had tried
A tender voice was heard, quiet, tiny, meek
But such a voice in such a place he knew could not be weak
Inspired with hope and newfound strength onward he surged forth
This voice it led him on to know his hope was all 'twas worth
Limbs and heart envigored, each step brought forth new strength
Now this Darkened Road seemed short, despite its weary length
Her voice he heard with each new step grow stronger every stride
And with his hope inspired he'd search far, farther, wider and wide
As his steps grew near, her voice resolved his fear
The trembles, the shakes, the sores, the aches soon did disappear
Her voice, her song, it drew him on and soon he saw the light
Inspiration dawned on him, drawing him towards new heights
And then he saw her standing there, arms wide open for embrace
He ran to her, clutched her close, raining showers upon her face
"Be strong, my dear, for I am here." Her words rang loud and true
Washing away his weary aches, strengthening him anew
"You are my hope, my life, worth more than all my winnings.
"Cherith, my dear, most of all, you're the sign of new beginnings."
Who Am I #7 Rune Dravre
Shady lady dances in the shadow.
Sweet lady plays music for the night.
Crazy lady touches dead things in the snow.
Who Am I #8 Dashiell Grosvenor
Splash! Sink down deep,
rise to the top, pop off your helmet
and find a brave, new world
where the flow of beans
leaves much to be desired.
Not a problem, tinker, tinker,
and coffee shall flow.
Who Am I #9? Indrila
The ghosts of shadows swirl like mist
as she walks with the grace of ages
towards the darkness where communion
with the Mother of Shadow culminates.
Darkness, where a spectre glowing white
steps forward, briefest of touch to
the shaggy creature sitting at her side.
Who Am I #10? Ellis Strata
In the kitchen,
baking up delights,
but on the battlefield,
he sure as hell can fight!
The seas and passions are where her intentions lie,
for there is not story she hasn't heard gone by.
Men and women all alike,
Seem akin to take her flight.
Lust for life is what a token it shall buy,
For this ship longs to say goodbye.
Crimson of the rose on sheets,
Dead are those who cross her in the streets.
Who Am I #2? Reinard Caer Llyon
Cat Burglar
Stealthy, Quiet
Laughing, Playing, Casing
He died once, doesn't that beat all?
Who Am I #3? Ellywick Ningel Bimpnottin Pallybara Fizzlespark
Won't you come and drink with me? Calls the figure they can barely see.
Won't you challenge me to a duel? Calls the figure they barely call a fool.
Won't you tell me about 'em clothes? Calls the figure that barely shows.
Won't you tell me a joke, o'please? Calls the figure they can barely believe.
Won't you come and dance with me? Calls the figure that chuckles tee-hee.
Won't you join me in the cups? Calls the figure that is rather tough.
Who Am I #4? Hyojin Pyo
Painted doors, inked dreams
coming to life at his will.
Sometimes on purpose.
Who Am I #5? Maereth Selakiir
If darkness and shadows is what you seek, come with me and play for keeps.
My mistress is lies, her sister is deception, and still they love their father corruption.
And illusion there, a misconception there, makes you question why you care.
Wit and courage is what you need, if you are to tangle with me.
For lies, deception, and darkness is born from my soul I've repeatedly torn.
The shadows talk to thee, urging you to dance with me.
Who Am I #6? Cherith Mourne
Once there was a man with no trace of end in sight
Wandering through darkness, no place for flame to light
Toiling all the while, to find some sort of way
Out from eternal night, into eternal day
Stumbling, mis-stepping, continuing to strive on
Holding onto hope, before all trace was gone
Of a time to come when all would be made well
And a way for him to escape this darkened Hell
But all would not be perfect, never even great
Could he continue down this darkened road of fate?
Doubt and darkness creeping, burdening his mind
Where was his salvation, where was it to find?
Striving on he kept his feet upon the darkened maze
His mind slowly crumbling from lack of celestial rays
Whether he could stand, whether he could walk
Still he struggled on, wouldn't quit, wouldn't balk
And just as he felt he neared his final stride
And knowing he could say that at least he had tried
A tender voice was heard, quiet, tiny, meek
But such a voice in such a place he knew could not be weak
Inspired with hope and newfound strength onward he surged forth
This voice it led him on to know his hope was all 'twas worth
Limbs and heart envigored, each step brought forth new strength
Now this Darkened Road seemed short, despite its weary length
Her voice he heard with each new step grow stronger every stride
And with his hope inspired he'd search far, farther, wider and wide
As his steps grew near, her voice resolved his fear
The trembles, the shakes, the sores, the aches soon did disappear
Her voice, her song, it drew him on and soon he saw the light
Inspiration dawned on him, drawing him towards new heights
And then he saw her standing there, arms wide open for embrace
He ran to her, clutched her close, raining showers upon her face
"Be strong, my dear, for I am here." Her words rang loud and true
Washing away his weary aches, strengthening him anew
"You are my hope, my life, worth more than all my winnings.
"Cherith, my dear, most of all, you're the sign of new beginnings."
Who Am I #7 Rune Dravre
Shady lady dances in the shadow.
Sweet lady plays music for the night.
Crazy lady touches dead things in the snow.
Who Am I #8 Dashiell Grosvenor
Splash! Sink down deep,
rise to the top, pop off your helmet
and find a brave, new world
where the flow of beans
leaves much to be desired.
Not a problem, tinker, tinker,
and coffee shall flow.
Who Am I #9? Indrila
The ghosts of shadows swirl like mist
as she walks with the grace of ages
towards the darkness where communion
with the Mother of Shadow culminates.
Darkness, where a spectre glowing white
steps forward, briefest of touch to
the shaggy creature sitting at her side.
Who Am I #10? Ellis Strata
In the kitchen,
baking up delights,
but on the battlefield,
he sure as hell can fight!