Amadeus

[shatan]

.__{{T H E Writer
.Name. Shatan
.Age. 15
.Activity. Pretty good, I normally manage to get online everyday, though I don’t always have time to post; I will, however, post as often as time and muse allow me to, so hopefully that will be pretty often.
.Experience. Eh, somewhere around three to four years now, but only ‘serious’ for the last year or so. Serious meaning having a running of a thousand words average per post, lol.
.Contact Info.MSN/E-mail: [e-mail] AIM: Kuroetai

.__{{T H E Character
.Name. Amadeus, son of Amado
.Nickname. Amadeus hates nicknames, but his companion often calls him Ama, something he has been forced to live with.
.Age. Druids age quite slowly, so while Amadeus appears only thirty, he is actually fifty years old, and has been around for a bit longer than that, having been a statue for the past couple generations; the result of a run in with a spell-happy god.
.Birthday. March 3
Race: Druid; The druids are a demonic race of humanoids with red eyes and ram horns. The druids are magically inclined, empowered by a dark god named Desiderio, who fuels their magical might and allows higher ranking druids who appease him to accomplish incredible magical feats, though he requires their utmost obedience in return, and demands that none take up weapons, as weapons can be brought against him, but magic he controls. Druids who appease the god rise in rank and are granted larger horns, in addition to greater magical aptitude, while younger druids, and those who are lacking in Desiderio’s favor, have much smaller horns.
Allegiance: Neutral
Profession/Rank: Amadeus has no job within society, but he is currently the protector of Ellie; further results of the afore-mentioned run in with that spell-happy god.

.Hair. Amadeus has the white hair of his kind, left hanging in long locks that reach to the small of his back; he hasn’t had much time to cut it of late, and it is rather scraggly.
.Eyes. Also average to his kind, Amadeus’s eyes are a mottled mixture of shades of red which bears a resemblance to lava.
.Physical Description. Amadeus is aggressively unremarkable in the terms of his kind, though he might stand out in a crowd of humans. His red eyes and horns alone would be enough to accomplish this, not to mention his tattoos and white hair; but in Druid society, all these things are perfectly normal, leaving Amadeus with just about no defining marks. He is slight of frame, standing a little over fight feet and weighing only about one hundred pounds, give or take a few, and though he has a somewhat tone body from a lot of walking and running—it’s hard to be out of shape when one doesn’t own a horse—he is hardly a world class body builder, and you won’t catch him lifting any swords or war hammers anytime soon; he’d probably pull something just trying. This, too, is common among the Druids, as just about every one of them is a mage as Desiderio demands; only a few dare oppose the god. Though he’s not trying to show off, Amadeus doesn’t often wear a shirt—a bad habit among males of his kind—and his wimpy muscles are clearly visible, though his slightly more toned legs are hidden beneath some deer-hide hunter’s pants.

His face and head are just as unremarkable as the rest of him; his hair is a bit longer and less cared for, but he can hardly help that; it is female Druids’ job to deal with haircutting, and he hasn’t seen any of late. His horns are sadly lacking, two thin little curls of less than two inches in diameter, and a dull brown in color, as is common. His tattoos, even, are unremarkable; they are unique to his family, a circular one upon his forehead and a stripe from one ear to the other, but his family has never been one for flaunting their markings, and the tattoos are a dull flesh-color only slightly darker than his skin, hardly standing out. His lava-red eyes are no different from any other Druids’ eyes, and though every druid has a unique set of shades of red, his set are too close together to make his eyes very remarkable. His lips are, like any other Druids’, thin and pale, only slightly lighter in hue than his skin, which, by the way, is light and lacking in a tan, as Druids do not tan even if they were to bake in the desert sun for weeks on end; their skin simply doesn’t take effect to it.

The only thing which might serve as to make Amadeus a little more remarkable would be the fact that, due to dabbling in certain forbidden magics, Amadeus has the ability to change forms into a Unicorn for short periods of time. Now, this isn’t your everyday run-of-the-mill, happy-go-lucky unicorn. This is a carnivorous rabid unicorn of doom. Sure, he has fur as white as his hair, with a pretty, flowing white mane and tail and flowing white feathers (longer hair around the hooves for those less than horse-savvy folks), and a majestic curled brown horn atop his head, but after that first cursory glance of “oh my gosh what a beautiful unicorn”, you’ll take notice of the glinting red, flowing lava eyes which are glaring in your direction, and the fact that his hooves, black under all that white fur, are rather sharp and are stamping rather forcefully into the ground, in addition to the unmistakably annoyed swishing of that pretty little tail of his and the angered flattening of his ears. Make no mistake, unicorn or not, Amadeus is still not someone to be messed with, and he takes offense to being called cute. But don’t worry, he can only hold this form for temporary amounts of time, only so long as his mana holds out, so all you have to do is climb a tree or run into the nearest sturdy building and wait, because afterwards he’ll be returned to his unremarkable human form with miniscule abilities in defensive and offensive magic. Besides, it’ll likely take a bit more than calling him cute to anger him enough to attack; he’s a coward unless you tick him off.
.Picture.
((Yay, Deviantart for the win on finding this one. No, this isn’t my drawing, and don’t yell at me for stealing it, because I’m clearly stating that it ain’t mine, lol.))
.Celebrity Portrayal. N/A

.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
-Magic
-Wealth
-Getting his way
-Power
-Being respected
-Making other people do work for him
.Dislikes.
-Helping others
-Not getting his way
-Physical labor, or any other kind of hard work
-Weapons; he’s far too afraid of angering Desiderio again to take up a weapon and break that rule
-Desiderio
-The punishment that Desiderio stuck him with
-Stone; ever since being a statue for a couple of elven generations, he’s hated the stuff
.Goals.
-Keeping Ellie alive, thus keeping himself alive
-Finding some way to break the bonds that tie him to Ellie
-After breaking said bonds, returning to Druid society
-After returning to the Druids, earning a place in the high society one again so that he can return to as normal a life as possible
-Mastering the forms of Druid magics that are actually allowed
-Earning no more ire from Desiderio
.Fears.
-Desiderio; more specifically, angering Desiderio. He knows full well that the god will punish those who anger him, and Amadeus has no wishes to go through another one of Desiderio’s punishments.
-Ellie getting killed, thus causing his own death; he’s not going to be ready to die until he get back to the Druids. Dieing outside the Druid lands and outside of the Desiderio’s favor is a frightening thing for a Druid, and Amadeus does not intend to find out what happens to a Druid who dies in such conditions.
-Desiderio’s punishments
-Getting wounded; Druids battle with magic which leaves no mark on the body, but now that he’s dealing with people who use weapons that do leave a mark, Amadeus is deathly afraid of fighting these people and getting wounded.
-Along those lines, Amadeus is a coward who is afraid to fight in any situation other than those when he’s ticked enough for anger to overcome fear. Any other time, he’ll run from battle, so long as he can get Ellie to run with him; if she stays, he’s forced to protect her, despite the fact that he’ll be scared out of his wits.
.Personality. Amadeus can easily be described as the quintessence of a spoiled child, complete with selfish outlook on life and an extreme adversity towards any sort of hard work. Raised in the Druid high society, it isn’t hard to figure out why Amadeus is like this, but it doesn’t exactly excuse his “everyone owes me everything” attitude. He’s quite prone to walking around an area as though he owns it, and the fact that his companion Ellie still thinks that he’s some kind of god probably isn’t helping Mr. Egotistical here. Used to getting everything he asks for, he’s quite irked when things don’t go his way, though he’s not likely to do anything other than rant about it; under that high-and-mighty god guise, Amadeus is a complete coward who won’t fight unless you tick him off enough to trigger that blinding temper of his.

Speaking of that blinding temper, boy is it fiery. Druids ain’t known for patience, and fiery tempers seem to run in the blood just as much as red eyes and white hair does. Amadeus is certainly no exception to this. His fear puts a damper on it most of the time, holding him back from doing anything horridly stupid, but keep pushing and all that anger will burn out his fear just long enough for him to get himself into trouble. Afterwards he’ll likely freak and run, but by then it’ll be too late. He’s actually quite lucky to be the coward that he is, otherwise that temper would get him in quite a bit more trouble than it already does; anger management isn’t something practiced by any of the Druids.

Speaking of things not practiced by the Druids, and thus not practiced by Amadeus, there’s a whole list which includes comforting others’ sorrows and being generally nice. Druids are selfish creatures following a dark god whose morals are less than extraordinary, and Druids follow that religiously. If they do something, it’s to help themselves and no one else. The only exception is the light bit of helping their own family, but if you study the motivations of those fathers doting upon their children, it’s only because it makes them look better and will later cause their children to owe them. Yep, pretty harsh, but that’s a Druid for you. Amadeus fits in quite nicely with his brethren: if he sees someone crying, he could care less; their problem, not his. Someone needs help, he’s likely to ignore it; he doesn’t owe them anything. And kindness is a foreign word to him and just about any other Druid; he’ll not be caught dead being nice to someone, at least not sincerely. He’s been known to act nice a couple times just to get his way, but again, it’s always for the wrong reasons.

Now, I’ll bet you’re wondering if Amadeus is going to turn into one of those clichéd “soft-and-gooey center under a rough-and-tough exterior” characters. Well, don’t worry about that; Amadeus is selfish me-first Mr. Egotistical all the way through. Sure, he protects Ellie, but good deeds cancel out when they’re done for the wrong reasons. Amadeus is quite afraid of dieing anytime soon, so he’s going to protect Ellie, because if she dies, so does he, and that would be the extreme of his not getting his way. Sure, he’s likely to change over time; anyone spending as much time as he does with a girl like Ellie is likely to change, but until that point, Mr. Egotistical has staked his claim and is here to stay.

((Stand by for the rest of this in a second post, because Proboards can't handle all 5500 words of it at once, lol. I hope no one minds me double-posting like this, since I'm not sure how else to post all of this, and I certainly can't make it shorter; I'm incapable of writing anything short, lol.))

[shatan]

((And now for the remaining sections. Again, sorry for double posting, and I hope no one minds.))

.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father. Amado, son of Korvin
.Mother. Neci, daughter of Nero
.Siblings. Amadis, daughter of Amado
.History. Aggressively unremarkable may be how Amadeus looks, but he certainly was not born to such a family; son of Amado of the esteemed Novo clan, Amadeus was born into Druid high society. He was also born into the Druids’ most corrupt family of the time. The Novos were a powerful family; they appeased Desiderio daily and made all the right sacrifices, and in return were granted amazing magical powers. But Desiderio is not an omniscient deity; his knowledge was limited to what he was told by his followers and to what he saw when a Druid called upon him. He had no way of knowing that the magical might he granted upon the Novos was being used to develop magics which he himself had forbidden the Druids to use.

The Novos had started this tradition long ago, passing the magics down generation to generation, from father to son each time. Just as Amado’s father had passed it to him, he passed it to Amadeus. It was a powerful magic: the magic of shape-shifting. The Druids knew only one form of it, to change themselves into unicorns, but it was powerful nonetheless, giving them the ability to use a weapon, a sharp horn, without technically picking it up. But Desiderio would not accept this loop-hole and had forbidden this magic long ago; so the Novos kept it secret.

Amado paid for Amadeus to learn from the masters of other magics in the village, to learn the use of physical and mental magics which allowed one to manipulate a victims body and mind to cause substantial amounts of pain and even death; these were the magics which Desiderio granted the Druids, the magics which he controlled, the magics which made them such powerful mages; these were the magics which most Druids mastered with ease. But Amadeus never took to them as well as he did to the shape-shifting magic. He learned the others, but only at a slower rate than the others, and he was never all that good at it. This lack of control of the allowed magics would cause him quite a bit of trouble.

Amadeus had an easy childhood during his first twenty years (Druids age quite slowly, so twenty years is still very young). He was the center of attention to Amado and Neci, and he thrived upon his father’s attention, soaking up the lessons in the shape-changing arts like a sponge. The Novos were wealthy, and so, too, was Amadeus, who always had the money needed to get anything he wanted. His father would grant him anything he asked for. Amadeus would ask, “Can I have my own female servant? Mom takes to long to do my hair.” And Amado would answer, “Of course son, she’ll be here tomorrow.” And indeed she was, complete with all the skills of quick hairstyling which females were trained in. Many other such cases occurred, from getting a pet eagle to feeding the bird the highest quality prey, to even sending the Novos family servants after some local young bucks which Amadeus did not like. He was the quintessence of a spoiled child.

But this all changed when he turned twenty one, for that was when Amadis, his sister, was born. Amadis soon took all the attention from Amadeus, and though Amado continued to train his son, he spent any other time with Amadis. Soon, Amadis became the beneficiary of all the fortunes which Amado spent, and she received everything for which she asked, while Amadeus became thrown into the background. He was still given things when he asked for them, but it took longer, or they weren’t of high quality. There was always something lacking about the things he received. But even spoiled Amadeus could deal with that so long as his father continued his lessons with him. The lack of attention led to other problems that he couldn’t deal with, however.

By the age of thirty five, Amadeus began falling further behind in his studies of the physical and mental magics; his father spent much more time with his sister and no longer tutored him in those areas. His father also neglected to send the Novo guards to keep a watch on Amadeus when he was away from the house. This led to his having to fend for his own when the other young bucks began bullying him. He always had plenty of money with him, and now that the others possessed greater offensive magics than him, and now that he lacked his personal body guards, bucks from the Inimicus family, two brothers a little older and much more skilled than Amadeus, began a ritual of using their magic against him until he relented his money. Often Amadeus ran, but he didn’t always manage to make it to safety. These magical beatings left no mark, as the magics of the Druids leaves no physical markings, so Amadeus lacked any proof to go against the two Inimicus bucks, and Amado had the guard too busy protected Amadis to spare any for Amadeus.

But Amadeus was not fully helpless; he had continued to flourish in his lessons in the forbidden magics which the other bucks had no knowledge or defense against. At first he dealt with their beatings, too afraid to use his magics, but soon he decided that it couldn’t hurt anything. He began to feel spite towards Desiderio for allowing them to act so, and therefore didn’t care what Desiderio would think if he found out that he used forbidden magics. So Amadeus began to use his shape-shifting ability to outrun the other bucks, leaving them in the dust as he took off on four long legs. The other bucks knew not that this magic was forbidden, and so did nothing about it, but they never gave up in trying to bully Amadeus.

There came a time, however, not long before Amadeus became fifty, when the other bucks approached but did not immediately move to begin using their magics; Amadeus waited, tensed, ready to flee at the first sign of confrontation; after all, he was far more prone to running than fighting, a coward through and through. But anger is a quick cure for cowardice; the other bucks provoked him, insulting the Novo family and his father. Druids are not known for patience or slow tempers; Amadeus angered quickly. Without thinking, he leapt forward into his unicorn form and showed one of the bucks exactly how sharp his horn was. He did not kill the buck, but to wound another Druid is a major offense. When Amadeus realized what he had done, he fled to his home and changed back, hiding there. But one of the guards saw blood upon his horns—it had carried over when he changed forms—and when word spread of the wounded buck, the guard immediately turned Amadeus in.

Amado cursed his son for making such a mistake, and told him to run; he would not try to protect him from the wrath of Desiderio. Amadeus, lacking the bravado of his former anger, did as he was told; he changed forms and ran. But Desiderio is a powerful god, with knowledge of every magic a Druid can use. The god chased after Amadeus in a physical form, matching his speed with his own unicorn form, and he sought to make example of the insolent Druid. When Desiderio caught up to Amadeus, he immediately paralyzed the young buck, freezing him in mid-stride, his head low, his forelegs outstretched. Amadeus collapsed to the ground, holding that pose, as the god approached and spoke to him. The god explained what Amadeus’ punishment would be: he would turn to stone, and remain so until such a time as Amadeus could find someone whom he could help. Whoever he helped, he would be bound to for the rest of his life, to protect, for if that person was to die, so, too, would he. This was the greatest punishment which could be given any Druid, for they were selfish creatures by nature, and the idea of helping anyone not a member of their family, let alone one not of their kind—as whoever Amadeus chose could not possibly be of his kind, so far from the Druids was he—is repulsive for any Druid. Being bound for life to help and protect one…Amadeus would have shuddered had he not been paralyzed. Desiderio could sense his reaction, and, with a chilling chuckle, cast the spell upon Amadeus which turned him to stone.

The effects of the spell were most unusual. Amadeus lost almost all connection with his body; in fact, he watched his stone form from above, unable to do anything as the god dissipated into nothing, to return to its godly form and inform the other Druids of what had happened. He lost all concept of time, merely watching as days and nights passed, waiting for someone whom he could help. It would have been so much easier had he been able to simply stop a passerby and ask them if they needed help; but that was part of the punishment, it made the curse all the more difficult to deal with. He could only break the stone of his body and move again if it was to come to the immediate aide of someone.

Weeks passed, months passed; Amadeus wasn’t even sure anymore. And then came the elves. Amadeus had never seen an elf before; he had only heard tales of other beings not of his kind, but had never seen anything but Druids. These creatures, with pointed ears and no horns or tattoos, with different colored hair and varying skin shades, were unlike anything he had ever seen. But none of them needed help; at least not the kind he could administer. He watched from above as the elves discovered his stone form. At first he did not understand them, but over time he began to develop and understanding of their language; after all, he had plenty of time to do so. They called him savior, the god for whom they had searched, and he watched as his stone form was raised upon a pedestal they created and was made into a statue. He watched as they bowed to him, worshipped him, in the hopes he would grant their hopes. The group developed a town around his statue, and they grew over time; how much, Amadeus wasn’t sure. He watched faces change, grow older; he couldn’t be sure of whether it took more or less time for the same change to happen in a Druid. He watched the children grow up, grow old, and then new faces began showing up. It was only after two of these cycles had been completed that he finally got his chance.

It happened suddenly; creatures which Amadeus had never seen before, which he could not identify, attacked suddenly, bearing weapons which could not even be thought of by the most imaginative of Druids. The elves called out to him as they fought and died against these creatures. Several of the creatures fell as well, but the elves were outmatched. Amadeus knew he could help any one of these elves, but was suddenly torn by how to pick which one he was to be stuck with for the rest of his life. One by one the elves dropped as he decided not to help them. His chance very nearly passed by without his using it, until a young elven girl, one whom he had seen many times, came to him for help, ran past all the creatures right to his statue as though he could protect her, and lay her forehead against the hard stone of his head. Amadeus no longer had a choice; the action, the pure pleading of such a thing, made the decision for him. As the other elves fell to the creatures, as the creatures turned for this last girl, Amadeus leapt to life, knocking the girl back as he shouldered past her and off the pedestal.

The sensation of suddenly having control of his body once more was amazing, and for once in his life he acted in battle off something more than anger; he did it because it was exhilarating. He combined sharp sword-like quality of horn and hooves with his magical aptitude, and soon the remaining few creatures fell to his onslaught. It was only after the excitement that he realized what kind of danger he had been in, and very nearly fainted. The only thing which brought him back out of it was the girl whom he had saved; the girl whom he was now bound to.

She approached without fear and placed her arms around his thick neck, hugging the unicorn which she had thought was a god all her life, and whispered again and again all sorts of praises. Amadeus, dumbfounded, lost concentration and his form shifted back to that of a Druid. The girl was astonished to find herself hugging a half-naked young man clad only in some loose deer-hide pants. She released him with a nervous laugh and backed away, then asked who he was. Selfish greed for power took over in Amadeus’ reply, “I am Amadeus, the god whom you have worshipped your entire life. You’re people got my name wrong, but I suppose that can be forgiven. You in particular have caught my interest, and I grow bored of the godly realms; I believe I will remain here for a while, though you must remain as my servant for my stay.” He said, his words flawlessly pronounced in the elvish language he had learned over the past many years. He surely must have looked a god to her; he doubted that these elves had ever before seen a Druid.

The girl agreed without question; it was an honor to serve her god. Amadeus recalled that she had often been called Ellie by the other elves, and he used this to his advantage; it was only fitting of a god to know what name his subjects wished to be called. “Ellie, your home is no longer this village, just as that pedestal is no longer mine; we will leave this place behind us, and I believe we shall travel to the human lands; I am curious to check in on them.” The girl was immediately more solemn at this; she looked around, tears forming in her eyes, at what was left of the village; Amadeus made no move to comfort her, as it was not in the Druid nature to do so. Instead, he gathered supplies from the fallen elves while she mourned, and then motioned her to follow him; she did so without word and they set off towards the human lands; Amadeus sought a safe place away from the Druids where he could keep this girl alive without effort, however he didn’t realize that they were walking into a war zone.

.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample. “How much farther?”

He cringed as the voice behind him spoke up once again; could she not stay quiet for more than two seconds? It was always something! ‘Are we there yet?’ ‘How much longer?’ ‘My feet hurt!’ On and on and on! She was a dang plague!

“The same distance as it was when you asked two seconds ago,” he muttered under his breath, then said, more loudly, “Not much farther,” in the hopes of shutting her up.

This seemed to satisfy her; but, then again, so had every other word he had spoken, so he knew that it wouldn’t last this time any longer than it had before. But for the next minute or so, maybe, he would have peace. Well, peace from the girl, anyways; hardly peace from his own ranting, however. Once a Druid was ticked, they stayed ticked for the next hour or so; the only thing that kept him from showing his anger to the girl following him was that, if he was to be bonded to her the rest of his life, he wanted her respect, and the only way he could keep that respect was if she continued to think that he was a god.

‘Think’ being the key word in that sentence, of course. Sure, the girl believed he was Amadeus, some great elven god or some other malarkey like that; he didn’t really care what exactly she thought he was. Truthfully, he was Amadeus, son of Amado, Druid and top of Desiderio’s most-hated list. Desiderio was a true god, one with enough power to put Amadeus into the most uncomfortable situation any Druid had ever been in before, all because he might have practiced some forbidden magics. Amadeus hated the god for that, but he wasn’t about to start cursing him aloud; he’d had enough of Desiderio’s punishment to hold him for the rest of his life, and he hadn’t even gotten started yet.

“So where are we going, anyways?” Cringe.

“To the human lands.”

“Where in the human lands?” Cringe.

“It doesn’t matter, since you won’t know where it is anyways.”

“Oh.” Silence, one beat, two… “But what’s it like there?” Cringe.

“As your god, I order you to stop questioning me. We’re almost there, and I need to concentrate.”

“We’re really almost there?” He turned his red gaze on her from over his shoulder, she muttered a quick oops and fell silent; he looked back to the front again, and they continued to walk in silence.

The girl who was the subject of his extreme discomfort was Ellie, an elven girl whom he had saved as part of his punishment, and whom he was now bound to for the rest of his life to protect, for if she died, he died. Amadeus hated being so bound to another living thing; it went against everything that it meant to be a Druid. The first chance he got, he would find some way or another to sever the bond between them and return to as normal a life as he could. Maybe he could find some mage or another in the human realms who could counteract Desiderio’s magic; after all, he had heard stories that they drew their power from other sources. Maybe one of them could actually challenge a god’s magical might…

Yeah, right. Amadeus crushed that idea real fast; it wasn’t in the Druid’s blood to hope, and even if it was, that would still be too much to hope for. But, one way or another, he would find some way to break the god’s punishment over him. Until then, however, he was stuck with this dreaded elven girl. It was, of course, most likely that Amadeus would either be driven mad by the experience, or that he would fail miserably as a protector and end up dead himself. He tried not to think about either of those outcomes, however; fear was in his blood, and he was quite good at avoiding things he was afraid of, such as those very thoughts.

Instead, he attempted to amuse himself by imagining the sight he and his companion must make: a young Druid, complete with tightly curled horns, and a young, frail elven girl following him and worshipping the ground he walked on at the same time. He still wasn’t sure how she managed that one, but she seemed to do so without effort. He would never cease to hate Desiderio for sticking him with this fate. He almost sighed—that attempt at amusing himself had failed miserably—but stopped himself at the last moment; he wasn’t about to give the girl anything else to ask him about.

Instead, it was Ellie who sighed first. She obviously wasn’t going to last much longer in this game of silence; of all the orders he had given her, she could follow each and every one except the simple one to stop talking. Another sigh; he rolled his mottled red eyes. Three…two…one…

“So how much longer now?” Cringe.

This was going to be a very long walk; he was beginning to wish that he actually knew where he was going.

((Eh, not my best work, but I’m eager to get this done, and I was just using that to feel out his character. Expect longer posts in the actual role-playing.))
.How did you find this site? I found the link posted on another site in a list of sites that another member was a part of. (If that made any sense, do let me know; I’m too tired to tell right now, lol)

((Also, as a side note, as I’m sure plenty of you are wondering about this, I will not be role-playing Ellie; instead, my friend, who has joined the site under that username, will be role-playing her, and we’ll be keeping our two characters together. So expect to see her application up some time soon, if my friend stops being lazy and gets it done, lol.))

[Israfel Deu Ausgard]

A fantastic application! Very well thought out and impressively posted. The only thing I ask is that you post a description of your Druid race in the Races section! Welcome to LOA and you're Accepted. We await your partner in crime! ^_^