The Circle

Name: Evangeline Smithe
Male or female: Female
Description: With big brown eyes and copper colored hair, it's not really a far stretch to guess how Eve got her last name. As the Blacksmith's daughter, her slight frame and stature of 5'6 don't help with her family's work, but they definitely help when she is fighting for the king. With slightly olive-toned skin and strong hands, making it easy for her to string and shoot arrows in rapid succession, Eve is a force to be reckoned with.
Age: 16
Personality: Though her appearance might remind you of that of a bird's, her personality is that of a feline's. With an air of calm always around her and the ability to sweet talk anyone and appear as innocent as a child, Eve knows how to talk her way out, and into, situations. She is protective of her close friends, but doesn't extend that circle, unless she is helping the Circle directly. Eve keeps to herself mostly.
Skill: Bow and Arrow, and agility.
First Circle or Second Circle: Second Circle

Name: Celeste Smithe
Male or Female: Female
Age: 17
Description: Nothing like her younger sister, Celeste has bright green eyes and auburn hair, her hair so dark sometimes it looks brown or black during the night. With slightly taller and angular features than her sister, Celeste stands a tall 5'9 and has pale, almost frail looking skin. With a slightly average weight, it throws her frail skin out the window for her muscled arms, perfect for knife throwing, and not all at wooden targets.
Personality: Celeste has always disliked her sister for the simple fact she was younger and seemed to get everything Celeste couldn't have. Because of this, she jumped at the chance of taking down a kingdom that seemed to always be enthralled in whatever was newest, siblings included. Celeste never could keep her mouth shut about her opinions, and unlike her sister, always had something to say, and it was never nice.
Skills: Knife-throwing, quippy comebacks.
First Circle or Second Circle: First Circle

(Accepted!!! Sweet!)

[Reserved for my forms~]

Name: Aether Kane
Male or female: Male
Description: Aether's bright and gleaming eyes seem to contrast entirely from his rugged and torn body. He mostly has a pretty weak body, except for his legs since he is know to travel by foot immensely. He is dotted with light bruises, and will occasionally have a black eye on one or both of them. His black hair helps him camouflage with the trees, which will brush off it's greens and browns into his clothing and skin. At 5'5", he's a bit smaller than his circle-mates, but it is counter-balanced with his agility.
Age: 13
Personality: Aether is always seen as a bit troubled, but is certainly ready to obey those older than him or above him in the social hierarchy. He's sorta jumpy, and will constantly stay in others shadows. He isn't exactly known for interjecting against the crowd, or standing up for himself, but will defend himself in times of trouble. He can be easily taken advantage from, but knows his friends and his enemies.
Skill: Tracking and kidnapping.
First Circle or Second Circle: First Circle

(Accepted, Sub! Vixen, I can't wait!)

(Sweet! Accepted!)

Name: Christian Fenway
Male or female: Male
Description: Christian is tall and lean, being very fit, especially because of what he does. His skin is lightly tanned and the bridge of his nose/cheeks are dotted lightly with freckles. His hair is a dark orange or reddish-brown, depending on how you look at it. It leans more towards auburn, than anything. His eyes are a bright green, darker on the edges of his iris and lighter the closer you get to his pupil. His fingers are thin and nimble, allowing him to be good at pulling back the bow and arrow and shooting in rapid secession.
Age: 17
Personality: Christian is quiet in most situations, often blending into the background and watching from the sidelines than participating. If something is said that hits close to home, he might start voicing his opinion on it, but more often than not he sits back and lets whoever is in charge take the lead. He's kind and often very funny when you get to know him, but, he doesn't have a ton of social skills so getting him to open up is kind of hard. On the rare occasion that he talks to someone, he's very light about everything, as though trying to keep it happy rather than anything else.
Skill: Archery
First Circle or Second Circle: Second

Name:
River M. Dixson

Male or female:
Female

Description:
River isn't exactly hard to pick out of a big or small crowd. For her, that's a very bad thing. She's not exactly pale, but her skin isn't very healthy looking anymore. Her hair is a pale blonde and wavy, so it tends to fly away or be attracted to static. Riv's eyes are what makes her stand out the most. They're a pale, almost milky blue. Most people recognize her that way. She's a bit more bony than anything, but she has enough muscle to keep from looking scrawny and weird. In some ways being small and skinny helps her instead of being athletic. When it comes to clothes, River likes to keep it casual. Something that's easy to move in, usually. Even on days with extreme heat she's have something on that fits winter weather instead.

Age:
Sixteen

Personality:
River is a generally in the silent but mysterious type of people. She isn't shy, so to say. She just doesn't like talking very much, afraid it'll give her away because she often rambles. Riv hardly trusts anyone besides the people in her circle, but even them she's a little wary around. She can be a bit paranoid when it comes to people, but with fighting and stuff, she's pretty confident of herself and her skills.
River definitely isn't someone you should underestimate, though. She's good with weapons, especially a bow. She's also pretty good at hand to hand combat and swimming, as stated before. She loves swimming, and when near water, she usually has the advantage. Her skills in swimming makes her able to do something fro a long time, besides running. She's extremely fast when she runs, but she can't go for very long. She's a bit lost when it comes to computers, though.

Skill:
Spying and using knives.

First Circle or Second Circle:
Second

(Yay, Branch and Vixen! By the way, guys, "Terremor`" -pronounced TARE-mor- is my own version of the French "Terre des morts" which means, land of dead. Think about it, you've got The Circle to deal with, you're dead. :D Oh, and I added a couple Key characters to the RP and a character list, so ya might wanna go back and read the first post. Ready? Alright, here we go! Drum roll, please! Drrrrrrr...)


Night was a dangerous place in the Kingdom of Terremor`, and Mary knew this. The pretty blonde girl took a small, daring step outside, listening to the coughing coming from inside the small house. Her young brother, Arthur, was sick. And he needed a doctor. So while her parents had refused to risk the long trek across Wallace Forest and leave the children alone and unprotected from The Circle's ruthless agents, Mary had quietly slipped outside, a pouch of money in the pocket of her night dress, and in one hand, a dagger. She would make the journey across the forest, in order to save her brother. Doctor Hilgan was just through the main forest path on the other side. If she was fast, she could reach him in time.
Mary's breath shuddered as her bare feet touched the cobblestones of the street. It was summer, so she wore no shoes. Only a dark cloak to conceal her in the shadows. She bent, sneaking across the street, and nearly screaming when she disturbed a flock of chickens, sending them cackling in their roost. But after they quieted, Mary walked on to the edge of the forest. She stared up at the large, tall trees that thickly covered the path. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the little dirt road, beginning at a slow walk. The crickets chirped loudly around her, calming her with the natural soothing hum. A frog made a sound here and there, but otherwise the forest was quiet. Mary became so lost in the sounds, the wonderof being in the forest at night, that she forgot she should be running. If The Circle had a chance to detect her, all of the stories, all of her nightmares, would become a reality to Mary. And so she began at a trot, and then sprinted, dagger in hand, cloak billowing out behind her. Her heart raced, ears ringing with the sounds of the forest. If she ran, kept running, everything would be alright.
But, to her horror, Mary tripped, the unsuspecting root catching her foot and sending her flipping into the bushes, tumbling, falling, screaming, and landing in a large clearing. Mary slowly raised up, her bones aching from the fall, her heart thudding in her ears.
"I can't tell you how many times they've tripped there," a voice said. It sounded droll, full of dry delight.
"Too many to count," another said, chuckling.
Mary quickly sat up as the man slowly stepped from the bushes, a sly smile on his face. His cloak was ragged and torn, his eyes were yellow, malicious and cold, hair long, pulled back into a dirty mess of orange and brown tangles. A scraggly beard dotted his face, rough and ruthless.
The pit of Mary's belly fell from her stomach to her toes when the man began to slowly pace in a circle around her, another boy joining him with a smile. Then there was a girl, about her age, another boy, and more and more came, marching, pacing, in a long, surrounding, enclosing Circle.
The dagger dropped from Mary's hand. It would not help her now. Now, she must prepare for her own, infinite doom.

Jerome, Leader of The Circle, looked over the girl as he paced around her. She was pretty, which drove his desire to kill. There were the innocent, fearful eyes he had always seen, the begging, pleading expression on her face. It was all the usual. But none the less satisfying. As his father before him, Jerome had been taught, raised to kill. The hunger had been bred in him, to take life. The sweet pleasure of control, of knowing with one fluid, swift motion, or with a slow, careful touch, one could take life.
The girl whimpered and fell to her knees between them all. "Please..." she looked at the girl in the circle, as if Celeste would have any sympathy towards her, Jerome thought, chuckling. "My brother, he's sick... I just need to get his medicine."
Jerome chuckled, shrugging off his bow and drawing back an arrow into the string. "You have problems of your own," he murmured, as The Circle's march came to a dead stop. And he let fly the arrow. Now for Mary, the world was now gone.

[Fixed the stuff you PMed me about. ^^ I was using it from a different form on a different website and must've missed some things while editing.]

(This is so awesome. XD And no problem, Vixen! Thanks!)

Jack Rivet gave a sigh as he stood at the edge of the crowd, listening as the old man drawled on and on about the young girl's life, her friends, her family. He hadn't known the girl, but he tried to tell himself he didn't care. This was futile though. Jack did care. The guilt was eating him alive, gnawing at his heart. His hand gripped his ten-year-old sister, Ariana's shoulder. Ariana was sniffling relentlessly into the hem of Jack's cloak. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Ariana, dry your eyes. Shut up, come on. King Alan will want to know about this."
"B -But," Ari hiccuped. "We were s-supposed to protect her, J-Jack."
"It's not my fault if the stupid girl decides to go and get herself killed," Jack growled into his sister's ear. "Come on. We've got to relay the message to King Alan before he learns it from hearsay. He's going to be furious enough already."
Roughly, Jack kept a hand on his sister's shoulder, swiftly walking back away from the crowd, casting a backward glance at Evangeline, River, and Christian, all of them standing with heads bowed, hard eyes. Like I said, Jack thought, It's not my fault if the girl wants to go and get herself killed.
The walk to the castle was a fairly long one. Two miles down a narrow dirt road, over green hills, while the sun shone unbearably hot from a blue sky down upon them. Jack half-pushed Ariana across the draw bridge, which was down now that darkness had faded. It was kept up at night, for reasons that weren't hard to guess. The two of them went into the great hall, where King Alan sat reading off a new decree with one of his advisers. The kind King looked up with welcoming eyes at them, smiling.
"Jack, what brings you here?" he asked.
"Another girl is dead," Jack answered abruptly without hesitation.
King Alan paused for a moment, slowly laying the scroll down upon the long, oak table. "Another victim? Of the Circle?"
"Yes, sir."
King Alan slowly lifted his head to look sharply at them. "And where were the patrols last night?"
"I never left my post, sir," Jack answered, a hint of coldness in his voice.
"So you know nothing of how she was captured? You did not see this said girl in the forest?"
"No, sir."
King Alan sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. "Call the members of the Second Circle to me... Or do you even know who they are?"
"Barely, sir."
"And therein lies the problem. The spies train with the spies, swordsmen with swordsmen, and archers with archers. And even then, Only the most elite of each profession becomes a member of my circle. Barely two from each training area if that. You are barely acquaintances with each other. To destroy The Circle, do you not understand you must be as close and unbreakable as they are?"
"I am sorry, sir," Jack said.
"Call them. They are to be here no later than noon. As of now, we train together. I will not have another death in my kingdom."
"Yes sir."
"Jack," the king stopped him before he could leave quickly.
"Yes, sir?"
King Alan's face was grave and threatening. "I meant the latter part. If you cannot do your duty, then I am afraid forming the Second Circle is of no use at all."
Jack swallowed, his mouth dry. "Yes sir."

Evangeline Smithe

"I..." Looking up at Christian, only remembering his name from a brief contact at her father's work, but only then realizing that he was another member of the Second Circle like herself, did she continue, "No. I am not." Her grey eyes blinked rapidly, trying to hold the tears at bay, "I believe I knew her." Eve's voice was soft, "Mary... She and I talked when her father came to his his horses' new shoes." Looking straight ahead and at the man now walking somberly back into the crowd to return to the castle, presumably to deliver the news, Eve swallowed roughly. "Christian." Her voice rang clear, a few people casting them odd looks, because they'd never really spoken before, "I believe we have somewhere to be."
Evangeline didn't say anything else as she pulled up the edge of her skirt and rushed after the man heading back to the castle. King Alan must have a plan, something to help stop the murders. He didn't form the Second Circle to watch the killings happen. He formed it to stop them.

Fenris grinned as Mary collapsed within two arrows. The Circle was the best place for people like him, extreverts with weapons mastery. He added his own twist to the murder with a dagger to her skull. "The Sec'nd Circle is doing a horrible job nowadays, eh Jerome?" He nudged the leader.

"We've had five more kills inside a month! Terremor is ours." The killer laughed as the Circle separated. He followed Jerome at a distance.



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(No prob, Blank. It's great!)


Jack took Ariana by the shoulder and began walking out of the great hall rapidly. How in the world was he supposed to find the members of the Second Circle when he barely knew their names? he thought, frustrated. He threw open the great, oak doors and stepped out. He stopped. There were three people standing there, looking just as surprised as he was. It was Evangeline, Christian, and River.
Jack stood looking at them all for a long time, not knowing what to say, his mouth hanging slightly open.
"Ah," King Alan said, seeing all of them from the inside of the great hall. "Well, it looks as though we've no need for a meeting time. Follow me," he ordered, sweeping out in front of them. Jack was first to go after him, with Ari at his side. Swiftly King Alan made his way down the stone corridor to a room Jack had never been in. He opened the thick black door and motioned him and the others inside. It was a cramped room, with a large, round table and wooden chairs, barely enough room between the walls and chairs to allow someone to be seated properly. And it was dark. There was a window, but it was shut up. So King Alan lit an oil lamp in the center of the table. Jack sat down and put Ariana in his lap, wanting to keep his sister close for some reason he didn't know.
The others sat down in the chairs around him. And King Alan took his place at the head of the table. He placed his palms on the table, looking at them all gravely in the dim light.
"Murder, children. That is what we have on our hands," he said. "And we also have a rag-tag force fighting it. And this is why I have called you together. A cruel group such as the circle is nothing to fool with. Why they've killed three people in the last month -"
Ariana gave a small whimper, and the King looked at her as if she had something to say. "Yes, Ariana?"
"Not three, five," she said quietly, fidgeting with her fingers.
Jack rolled his eyes. One of these days, his sister was going to have to learn to keep her incredibly large mouth shut. King Alan looked at her for a long time. "What?" he said at last.
"They've killed five," Ariana said. "Three villagers. Two travelers."
King Alan sighed, even more disappointed. "Which further proves my point. As of today, we shall all begin training together. It would seem only right. You would help each other. Begin to know each other. And tonight, during patrols, you will be given a partner from the Second Circle. I will have none of this running around like a flock of sheep trying to find the wolves and forgetting..." King Alan looked at them all. "That numbers are better than loners. To defeat the Circle, we must all become one as they are, them having a desire to kill, and we having a desire to stop them. Your training begins in the west courtyard at two o'clock. Be there, and be ready."

Name:Calder Xier
Male or female: Male
Description: Calder has short black hair and brown eyes he is 5'4 and wears comfy clothes no matter what they are. He is pretty pale so he can never really tell when he's sick.
Age: 14
Personality: Calder is quiet and keeps to himself. He only trusts his friends. He won't speak to most unless it is needed. He doesn't like to take no for a answer and is very hyper when it comes to missions. He really trusts Marie
Skill: Archery
First Circle or Second Circle: Second Circle

Name:Marie
Male or female: female
Description: Marie is short she is only 4'2 but, that makes it easy for her to spy. She has blue eyes and brown hair. She wears protective clothing and can walk quietly.
Age: From 10+ if the character is going to be part of either circle
Personality: Marie is a excited girl she, can be excited for almost anything she has lots of energy but, can be very annoying.
Skill: Spying and seeing in very dark places
First Circle or Second Circle: Second Circle

(Accepted)

"What about Calder and Marie?" Ariana suddenly blurted,
"Who?" Jack said, looking down at her, perplexed.
"Shouldn't we call them, too? They're members," Ariana said.
"Why yes, of course," King Alan said, looking at Jack as if his point was just proven. They hardly knew anything about their fellow Second Circle members.

Calder walked into the meeting he greeted the members and bowed to the leader then he waited.
Marie had been searching around for the area were Calder was,heading for a few moments ago. She looked alll over the place until she found the huge room and walked in. Calder was there he smiled lightly at her then beckoned her over, She bowed her head tot he king, "Sorry for my absense I was having issues finding the room."