Sigil: City of Doors

Basic Information
Name: Mirth
Aliases: Poet, rhymer
Gender: female
Race: human
Age: 20s
Profession: Ectomancer and oneiromancer.
Languages: Sylvan, common
Accent: Talks in rhymes.

Physical Information
Height: 5'4'' (1.6 meters)
Weight: 120lbs (54.4kg)
Body build: She seems rather frail build, though not entirely untrained.
Skin type: Oily.
Hair style: High-tail
Scars: Nothing very remarkable, although not remained unscatched.
Tattoos: Vine-like swirls surround her shoulders from the backside, her eyes akin surrounded by vine-like tattoos. Each in color of black. A new additional tattoo can be found on lower left-tummy depicting a coloured buttefly.
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Black [b]Eyes:[/b] Black [b]Skin:[/b] Pale [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Philosophy: Life is for fun, so make things done. There's no time, like the current prime. Get involved since that'll get your troubles solved.
Deity/Beliefs:
Personality:

[u]Light-hearted[/u] [i]Usually unsettled by the grim reality.[/i] [u]Jesty[/u] [i]If her rhyming doesn't give it out, she's generally quite quick to jest.[/i] [u]Witty[/u] [i]She can become quite witty with the formulating of words.[/i] [u]Flirt[/u] [i]She often enjoys a good flirt, even if she rarely means it. It might be a ploy to simply get things cheaper or free![/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Black and white. She certainly has a liking for black and white, all her outfit comes in those colors as well.
Jewelry: Varieting amounts, seems to often try new different jewelry, but rarely ever holds large numbers at a time.
Habbits/hobbies: Besides rhyming; learning.
General Health: She's in good health, though suffers from rare condition that makes her more bent for harm to bone structure.
Favorite Drink: Changes a lot!
Weaknesses: Wouldn't you like to know, we'll just have to take it slow!

[align=center]Here's my story, and there's little glory.
Don't worry, it's done in hurry.
Though short, it should give you the snort.
I was born in hive, and from that day trying to survive.
There was a lot of gangs, some of them left with a bang.
Especially one, they called it Shenronn.
They had this boss, whom got his message across.
He tried to expand, but things didn't go as planned.
There was this child, that made him go wild.
She sat there looking, with a smile crooking.
So unsettling was her mettling.
That when he turned, the enemies got him burned.
Think that girl is me? Well I just lied to thee.

I'm even not from Cage, backstories just are all the rage.
You'll just have to wait for mine, since it won't come in a long time.
If hearing it is must, you'll have to earn my trust.

---


Pink Dragons

There was a cult, planning in their vault.
How to make power, become our?
So they thought dragons, and sent their wagons.
First they found red, at least that's one I would've said.
Then they got white, to make it more bright.
The two combined, would certainly be maligned.
Now all they desired, a sacrificial to be acquired.
Their choice, was a little voice.
They chose a girl, that should be easy to hurl.
Then things went wrong, as the girl gave them so long.
How she ran, to prolong her life span.
Followed by thug, oh the worst kind of slug.

They ran into a group, only to turn in a loop.
He tried to twirl things around, he says give the girl you found
A resounding no, better should he know.
I pay, he say.
Pulled by bladeling, for his life he cling.
Tell us why, they pry.
No says the thug, only to receive another tug.
Okay okay, sacrificial prey!
Then say where, stated with a glare.
I'm just a goon, spare me and we'll be there soon.
So they take the path, to the awaiting wrath.

They come to warehouse, only to turn rouse.
It was given a scan, then they formed their plan.
In they barged, as they charged.
To end this blight, they gave them the fight.
It was easy, even if it got a bit cheesy.
There had to be more, but they couldn't find a door.
Perhaps they needed another snitch? Oh wait, it was just a switch.
Down they went, to hear the cultists vent.
Fear our draconic pink! Because it will make you sink!
Another struggle ensued, only to get them screwed.
The dragons were produced, and then set loose.
Dragons turned, against their masters unconcerned.
They weren't so bright, as they got themselves bite.
Without a head, well he was dead.

Now against dragons it was war, to turn out they had expected more.
Ain't nobody, seen dragons so shoddy.
Alas there was no prize, so the corpses was given apprise.
With the corpses now sold, ah, that's a lot of gold.

That's all my friend, this is where the story end.[/align]

[align=center]The World Eaters

So I started my day, met this ex-Hardhead on the way.
He was talking how he got fired, though to continue his duty he desired.
Said how he was sorry, and they were all don't worry.
Then the subject turned to a cult, oh the another kind that thought life an insult.
I thought initially they were the kinda kids, praying for the malevolent squids.
Turned out I was wrong, but they were still quite strong.
So then I asked, what are the things that had passed?
This man had betrayed Trix, so the cultists were out to smack her with bricks.

They prayed this world eater, the worst kind of end repeater.
It came from a world, that had long since in destruction whirled.
Had the powers of a god, although I think that theory was a bit flawed.
The Hardhead Kour, gave me and friends a tour.
We met in the gatehouse of Cabal, to meet some unfortunate thrall.
However he had escaped! Even the cell had been re-shaped.
There was a portal, surely this wasn't work of a mortal.

My friends asked if I can fight, Hah! I told them nay, but I know how to flight.
So we continued the journey, soon it might become a dangerous tourney.
Companions started to despair, not a feeling that I'd share.
So I said from fun, I'm not going to run!
Though I'll turn in retreat, if they'll us start to eat.
Once we got through portal to there, we met this vorare called Flare.
Though he looked like a flaming fiend, it turned out he was a temporary friend.

Said there was three, but only two after the incoming killing spree.
In our journey he'd join, because hey, like us he wanted to kick it in the groin.
Now we ventured forth, to the general direction of north.
Now we faced this huge dragon, size of at least ten wagon!
The intents was spoken by Flare, surely this world-eater wouldn't be allowed to spare.
Then startred the fight, and I contently sat behind the many shining knight.
Bang, crash and boom, it went down to its doom.
Then Flare grew in a swoosh, damn turned out he was a douche.

Flare said left there was only two, once in numbers one he'd slay himself too.
So perhaps he wasn't the worst kinda swine, if he was willing to end his own line.
Kour and the others weren't so sure, it couldn't be said the fiends intents were pure.
No intents for any new fight to start, I had already done my part.
His promise would keep the Flare, at least so he very keenly started to swear.
Then he away began to fly, so I waived and said bye!
Oh how I already miss Flare, there's so many good rhymes to share.
Well there was hostiles left in numbers none, so obviously our job had been done.

Perhaps I will continue again, when it comes time for the other Vorare to be slain.
But for now we have no clue, where to find bite to chew.
They spoke of dreams, well that surely is more my kind of theme!
To Kour I even offered to teach, how the dream world breach.
Hopefully the survivors will be giving, surely they want this world to stay living.

It was time to go, as this is the end of show![/align]

[align=center]Kala

A woman curious about her past, since it feels to be quite different in contrast.
Her identity, one of serenity.
Through troubles she remains calm, for her defense she uses the palm.
Signs she looks from her dreams, though a plan also that involves teams.
She is ready to learn, even if she might seem quite stern.
Likes to keep things hidden, perhaps some things that should remain forbidden?
Within her history, remains an unsolved mystery.
As a godsman she seeks to ascend, to change with times trend.
It is possible she did reincarnate, to become her current incarnate.

Kour

Looking to conflict cease, she is a woman of peace.
To me she's a student, and usually quite prudent.
For her I've told of the dreams, taught her of its schemes.
Trouble in future she seems to expect, and with this to keep checked.
To learn her friends from this to protect, dreams she's required to respect.
Haven't seen her in a while, perhaps she crossed something vile?

Krystha

A mercykiller of forgiving, she values forms of living.
Though still believes that one must, remain just.
There is a slight grief, with her conflicting beliefs.
One that is usually the sane, and another which often leads to pain.
This is her worry, as sometimes things get blurry.

Nero

Though a person quite shrewd, he comes out more as lewd.
As detective he cases looks to solve, but in the SIGIS things seem to devolve.
Of course to give some merit, cheese production he kind of did inherit.
Quite powerful with a spear, no not the one that makes a smear!
Of that I wouldn't know, so quit thinking about blow!
Man whom seems quite religious, and regularly litigious.
While can keep me confused, still most often amused.
As proven many times, he's also good with rhymes.

Rylif

Ah my favorite mister tax, with him I prolong my teasing acts.
When he tries to proceed with taxation, from me he mostly gains frustration.
There's so many things to ask, from the poor man placed on his task.
Of importance he regularly starts to spout, if pushed enough even a bit of shout.
Even called me dumb, but to those accusations I've long since grown numb.
So until next week, looking forward for the next tooth creak.[/align]

[align=center]Mystery Plants

It all started of a portal, one made by no mortal.
Initially fixed by solar, told us to do quite polar.
Nothing did her really us tell, so suspicious it all started to smell.
A long time did something try to get through, eventually a plant did it spew.
This plant grew fast, and of it a lot questions got asked.
Then of it popped out an eye, one sod answers of it even tried to pry!
Needless to say it gave no answers, just started to eject seeds that were quite the prancers.
These seeds also grew in vast speed, even minor panic it started to breed.
To end this menace was attempted magic, alas the results were just more tragic.
Then came this orc, whom acted most of the time like a dork.
With his axe hacked them down, only to spread the seeds all around town.
Then came back that stroller, that tight-mouthed solar.
Told that somethings should not be found out, oh yeah way to protect us from sprout!
Well I did my part, by giving the Sigil a look out start.
Not so sure this was the troubles end, was told even origin plantation it might apprehend.[/align]

[align=center]The Greatest Game Ever

It all started in the bazaar, right by the bar.
The game master of so shady, but it didn't seem to bother the lady.
To put it all into proper start, he questioned who would like to take part.
Of us there was ten, roughly half of them men.
With portal it took us elsewhere, to some kind of empty city square.
Then we were told the rules, part of us felt like taken as tools.
Two of us would be were-being, rest of us to attempt the village of this menace to be freeing.
Each was given a role, and even false memories to make the game whole.

Following is the fame, in the memories game.
The ogre Nagu was creature of wandering, with a halfling man Zeb why some were pondering?
There was Samen with reputation ill, keep an eye on him people will.
Then came this small child, by name Chiriu and personality quite wild.
Neelis controlled the town butchery with a cleaver, it was left to see whether he was griever or receiver.
Of course can't forget Kala the healer, our towns medical dealer.
Alista a Mother, her husband died time another.
Next was Arthur the town guard, and me I was a bard.
Left there was Jall the villager, who knows perhaps she was the pillager?

The start of day one, the start of villages shun.
To the village had started to spread, the spree of newly dead.
First of the clue, to the butcher drew.
Killed in the market place, cleaved neatly was the only trace.
For now it was let to be, perhaps there was no reason for lynching degree.
So passed another day, hopefully no other death that people could pray.
Then another one was foudn dead, the ogre without his head!
Again a neat cut, but once more they chose no one to gut.
Then it became to another sun rose, and finally the villagers actions froze.
The corpse of Samen gave us a spook, and the sight nearly made me puke.
Long heated debate, was had to lift this village from its weight.
Alas once more there were no actions, but a lot of lonely interactions.
To the guards place I tried, to sleep during night to hide.
I wasn't intending to die, but his only reply to me was bye.

As it all changed to another day, one more had fell as a prey.
The town had been rid, of this Chiriu kid.
Oh how her mother did mourn, and clearly vengeance sworn.
I also nearly cried, I didn't want to be fried!
Now it was time to vote, to cut this menaces throat.
That began a major chafe! It had to be the man that was supposed to keep us safe.
Cause of this drama, perhaps because of past trauma.
Arthur the villagers did lynch, though away I did flinch.
He had not been the one, oh dear soon we'd be none...

Next morning had been griveous, as had been found the body of Neelis.
And we were down to five, while rest of us wanted to survive.
Nobody was sure, whose intents were pure!
Even I got accused, crying and weeping I refused.
Then it was time for a vote for the gall, this halfling Jall.
Reluctant I voted yes, she was probably source of the mess?
And then she was killed, oh we had been quite skilled.
Now there was only two, ah... of course this was our cue.
No more petty lies, or dramatic cries.
It was time to remove the disguise, and bring out their demise.
The source of the strife, had been me and the wife.
The village was done, and we had won.

Of course it had all been a game, we had earned some fame.
Surely I can't stay too silent, it had certainly been quite violent.
Perhaps the best portrayal, is that of light-hearted betrayal.
Everyone were okay, no one did we really slay.
Oh yup, and then in the inn we woke up.
Despite the gruesome end, I'm quite glad I did attend.[/align]

((Special thanks to Black Wind ^,^))