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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 1:28 pm
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The war of music fights with songs, music you know, vocals, instruments any kind of music. The evil, the silence is back in Myria so we must fight it in the only you can fight silence: fill it. Fill it with the most beautiful music that can ever be created. Its up to the musicians to save Myria, they get their shot. ((We need evil people as well, not everone can save the day but we need good people too.))
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Character name: Gaia username: Instrument/Voice: ((what instrument/ type of voice such as alto, saprano, tenor, bass)) Age: Species: Apperance: Personality: Weapons((other than voice)): Bio((if you wish to include, its not mandatory)) Other:
Rules: Myria rules apply please be literate please spell the best you can I know its hard for somepoeple like me but try hard good/moderate grammer would be nice as well thank you for reading my blaberings it makes me happy biggrin
To keep track of you all: Good people: Kikuka vineco Setasuna
Bad people ((in the rp)):
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 12:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 4:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 7:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 7:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 9:23 pm
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:42 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 10:52 am
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:14 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:19 am
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 1:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 11:08 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 11:28 am
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Sunlight agaisnt the trees, wind blowing along too, animals slowly moving in the forest to hide from him, all things that you can see from your eyes or hear with your ears are playing a rythm in life, might not be music but its the same. If you didnt get that then you didnt get the world as you should, not everything is meant for you or just there, everything is being played out like a tune. Adiemus sat down next to the road that went on till the eyes showed a hill and went beyond that into a mysterous unknown, well unknown doe Adiemus. He was a traveler mainly, walking to new places for the enjoyment of it, not knowing what the next day brought or who was in it, usually he traveled alone because he didnt need the extra worry of a companion, he did have a sleeping bag and on the nights that it rained he would usually stay up and whistle in the rain, knowing only himself could hear..himself. He rarely whistled while with other people, afraid of what the tune would do to them, make them happy, sad, whatever, he didnt want to risk it. His favorite traveling experiences was when he came apon a small populated town, for that is where he found the friendly people, and in the small towns there were places that you wouldnt imagine, nothing so wonderful but small simple nice things like a old church or houses that have been there for generations. People would offer Adiemus food that he never tried before, stuff that there family sectret recipes made it taste so good. And for there friendlyness, Adiemus would tell them stories of thr cities or of a old forgotten war that he read of when he was in one of the huge libaries.
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