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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TwistedMindInc" data-source="post: 3113127" data-attributes="member: 39574">No way! A Ravenloft game? I've been wanting to run one/play in one for so long but could never get anyone to play along. Any chance you're still accepting applications? If so - I'll work on a character concept asap. If not, I'd like to go on an alternate list. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />EDIT: Character concept. ( I got bored and came up with one anyway!)Mara de'Marc - more commonly known as Mara the Marked.Fighter - 4thBackground: The de'Marc's were just an unlucky lot. Where-ever they roamed, so did misfortune; for them, for their loved ones, for their friends. Some say it was an age old curse, other's place the blame on their ill fate. But no matter how you sliced it, nothing good came from being of their blood. Unless, of course, you somehow dodged the bullet. Like the youngest de'Marc did. Mara was always cunning and sly. She not only learned to walk, but to do so on water. In her family's eyes she was untouchable. Whatever Mara wanted - Mara got. Growing up into a beautiful teen, it wasn't a surprise that the boys were tripping over themselves to be with her. It was always a game of cat and mouse, and when she tired she'd throw them aside like the trash they were. Until she met Vigo. Oh, Vigo was different. Older, crueler, an arrogant sonuva-- oh, how the tables had turned and it ate Mara up inside. She'd do anything to just be with him - until of course his shadowy lifestyle came to light and she discovered the horrific truth. Vigo was a creature of the night, a vampyre. She had fallen prey to the deadliest of predators, and she'd pay with her life. Or.. a life. After hours of begging and pleaing, the two-some struck a deal. She would be spared, but only if she found someone to take her place. Frantic she rushed back to the village, and for once luck was on her side because she ran right into her most cherished friend Darcy. It didn't take much to convince Darce to meet Mara's new beau. Tricking her friend into tagging along to meet Vigo, and her demise. Mara had made a pact. Her friend's life for her own. Something you never forget. Now years later Darcy's blood was still on the toughened fighter's hands. There wasn't anything beautiful about what she had done - maturing years beyond her age, sacrificing her soul in the trade for survival. Battle scarred and bitter, Mara lived on knowing someday she'd have the chance to redeem herself. Was this is it? Would signing on as a hired hand to thwart the efforts of what she believed to be supernatural disasters? She's surely find out; signing what remained of her life away on the x.<img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/6571822/1352438" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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