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Name: Yoona
Age: Unknown, looks about 23 though
Gender: Female
Race: Human appearance with a tinge of demon
Past: Yoona's past has always been a big secret to the kingdom. Not much is know about this dark knight except that her ways of dealing with mistakes are truly dark. She is one of the few who is highly respected and most trusted. Yoona does not forgive or forget easily, she is said too be cold hearted and rude. Comments about her behaviour do not bother the girl, the only people she is kind too are the Royals. They have her utmost respect and attention. Yoona loves too carry out punishments of all kinds, especially whippings. It gives her this feel, she often compares the power she has too the power of the Royals, though she appears most innocent at first no one can be too sure of what Yoona is feeling or thinking. She is often known to be a cold blooded killer with a lust for blood.
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Name: Micah
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Past: Michah is the heir to the thorn in the kingdom of Valhalla. Even though he is the second son. Michah has been spoiled all his life, and was expected to not accomplishment much due to his birth right. His older brother instead was supposed to take the thorn. The man instead passed away die to a mysterious illness. That mysterious illness was Michah himself poisoning his only brother. No one found out of coarse. Or so he thought...
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Michah sat in the tallest room of the highest tower. Looking out the window he sighed. Wasn't this sup[posed to be the spot for a lovely young woman? There was a dragon below him, guarding the tower where he resided it. It had only been about three days or so, but man was Michah bored... He had been taken by a Wizard. Or at least the last thing Michah remembered was blacking out. He still had the welt on the back of his head from the mark. Michah turned from the window and looked into his room. It was plain. A bed, a desk, and a steel door to hold him inside.

The elderly man came by every now and again to feed the prince. And to chant some rhymes his way. He honestly had not felt a thing each time the elderly man cast a spell on him.. or whenever the rhyming was. He sighed, moving to his bed. He thought to all the children's stories he had heard in the past. Beautiful princess trapped in a tower while an evil dragon, and wizard stop the handsome prince from saving them. Or something like that. Did that mean a beautiful princess was going to save him? or a beautiful knight? Did they even have female knights?

A sound far off in the distance, rhythmic sound which grew closer and closer. Clip Clop Clip Clop. As the sounds grew closer towards the tower the dragons ear perked up. It let out a vicious and thunderous roar, which would have scared any normal being out of their skin. But this figure kept riding towards the beast, the figured hands were gripping up a beautifully crafted bow and arrow.

The trusty steed of the knight came to a halt. The horse was stopped about fifty meters away from the beast. The dragon was much much greater in size than both the horse and the knight. The nameless knight, who was dressed in a suit of black armour which shone dark like the night sky, dipped the tip of the arrow before setting it within the bow.

Pulling back, the knight released the arrow with a graceful stroke. Thwack. Blood, which was rusty red, spewed out of the dragon like an uncontrolled waterfall. With a terrible shriek the slammed around in vain trying too get the arrow out of its heart. A precise hit with the arrow which had been dipped in poison by the knight. Slowly, and painfully the beast froze. The poison had worked its way all around the heart and was paralysing the beast.

The knight took this as an opportunity too defeat this great beast for once and for all. The knight cautiously approached the beast and de-hilted the sword, the knights movement was merciless as the sword dug through the beasts fat neck and separated the head from the body. The deed was done, looking up into the tower the knight saw the person who awaited rescue. The Prince.

Screaming.. Was all the prince could hear. He was sitting on the bed, looking towards the window. Did he dare look outside to see where the screaming was coming from. It sounded beastly. Was it the dragon? He slowly rose up, going towards the window to see a dark knight lopping off the head of the dragon. He could not tell from this distance who his savor was. Who would risk their life to save him? Micah watched in awe as the dragon fell to the ground. Blood pooling from its body like a river.

The knight looked up to Micah's tower. Did he dare go with the knight? What knight wore such dark armor? It had to be an evil knight. There came a cackling coming from outside of his door. Thinking quick, Micah moved his dresser over the door. To barrack it from the wizard whom still moved around the castle freely. His heart was thundering within his chest. It felt as if it would fall out, bursting threw his chest. Did he dare trust the knight? Or did he let his life be ended by the wizard slamming at his door.