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Hi guys! Here are the girls from Cycle 3. If you guys know any of the missing girls’ social media handles, please let me know so I can add it to this post! Name: Magdalena Rivas Placed: 14th Age: 36/37 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 0 Bottom 2: 0 (eliminated outside of panel) Twitter Followers: N/A Instagram Followers: 412 (@magdarivas) Magdalena Rivas on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Joining America’s Next Top Model Cycle 3 did not necessarily put Rivas’ modeling career into high gear as she was the first one eliminated from the 14 finalists. She did get a little taste of what professional models go through everyday when they were flown from New York to Jamaica to do their very first photo shoot. She was eliminated on the spot, the morning after the photo shoot. POST-TOP MODEL Magdalena has kept a low profile since the show. She’s done some modeling work, but is not currently being represented by an agency. Magdalena has done print work for Vibe Magazine, ELLEGirl, and The Lab Uptown. She currently (according to her facebook) works for Children’s Health, a Nonprofit Organization based in Dallas, Texas. She has 2 beautiful girls, Nyla and Fiona. Name: Leah Darrow Placed: 13th Age: 36/37 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 0 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: 23. 7k (@leahdarrow) Instagram Followers: 27. 3k () Leah Darrow on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Although it’s clear that Leah possesses the physical attributes of a model, she was the second to be cut on America’s Next Top Model on Cycle 3. Her removal from the show was brought upon by Leah’s plain and unimpressive photo shoot. The photographer remarked that Leah did not make eye contact with the camera and Tyra Banks commented that she did not position herself well in the pictures. After being eliminated, she walked away from the room without bidding the others farewell, but vowed to keep on pursuing her dream to become a professional model. POST-TOP MODEL After appearing on the show, Leah appeared in FHM Magazine. Since then, she is now an advocate for the Roman Catholic Church and Catholic modeling, doing print work for publications for The St. Louis Review, The Catholic Weekly, Lighthouse Catholic Media,, as well as the cover and a spread in Family Foundation Magazine. Some of Leah’s speeches cover topics such as modesty, chastity, the pro-life message (including the death penalty), “catholic” fashion, conversion from sin, and living your life for Christ. Since the show, Leah has a regular podcast entitled Do Something Beautiful (now on it’s fourth season) where she regularly discusses a variety of topics. She has also come out with her own book, The Other Side of Beauty, based on the lies we are told about our worth being tied to our appearance and instead invites us to look again at the real meaning of beauty. She has also appeared in TV series such as The Journey Home and Beloved. In 2012, she married her boyfriend Ricky, who serves in the US Military. Leah has 3 beautiful children: Agnes (born 2013), Ambrose (born 2015), and Violet (born 2016). In May 2017, Leah graduated with Magna cum Laude honors with her Masters in Theology from the Augustine Institute. Name: Julie Titus Placed: 12th Age: 31/32 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 0 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: 214 (@JustifiedJulie) Instagram Followers: 632 (@ninewestjewel) Julie Titus on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Julie seemed to have a promising start, but during the third photo shoot in America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3, her performance fell short of being excellent to the judges. Furthermore, at the panel, Julie admitted that the reason why she joined the show was to gain more exposure as a clothes designer rather than a model. The revelation ultimately led to her elimination. POST-TOP MODEL Julie is another one of those girls has kept a low profile since the show. She doesn’t have a big online foot print, except for her twitter and her instagram. She has done print work for Republic of Brown, and has appeared the Ray Billion Look Book. Sometime after the show, she worked as a North American sales manager for the Thursday Island clothing line. She has also mentored models for The Model Experience. In July 2015 (I think), she married her boyfriend, Bill Clifford, in California. Name: Kristi Grommet Placed: 11th Age: 31/32 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 0 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: N/A Instagram Followers: N/A Kristi Grommet on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Kristi was memorable for coming into initial auditions wearing her senior prom dress, which was made from an American Flag. The fourth week in America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3 had the models posing for Lee Jeans ads with hair extensions braided into their hair. Kristi Grommet may have had the looks and the body, but her lack of confidence during the challenge was what made Tyra and her fellow judges cut Kristi from the competition. POST-TOP MODEL After her stint on America’s Next Top Model, Kristi went on to model for In Touch Magazine, where she portrayed Miranda from the HBO series Sex and the City. She has done some test shots, but hasn’t really pursued modelling. In 2014, she directed a freshman/sophomore production of Arabian Nights. She is not currently represented by an agency. She doesn’t have a big footprint on the internet, since there was very little about her online. In 2006, her boyfriend Gunther proposed to her in Times Square in New York City. She currently has 2 sons and 1 daughter. Aside from that, not much is known about what she’s up to these days. Name: Jennipher Uralcher, née Frost Placed: 10th Age: 35 First Call Outs: 0 Bottom 2: 2 Twitter Followers: 1, 420 (@Jennipherfrost) Instagram Followers: 945 (@j. urlacher) Jennipher Frost on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Her time on America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3 didn’t last very long as she was the fourth contestant eliminated by the judges. During her short stay in the competition, Jennipher frequently had confrontations with Eva Pigford because of the latter’s attitude. She also did not mix well with Ann Markley, with whom she almost engaged in a fight. Part of the makeover that Jennipher received from the show was a haircut, which she did not enjoy, as she was even seen crying after the hairstylist gave her a shoulder-length hairstyle. The fifth challenge for the season was to pose with roller skates on for a Dooney & Bourke accessories ad. The photos that were taken of her did not impress the judges at all, cutting her journey to the top short. POST-TOP MODEL Jennipher has done some print work, but is currently not represented by an agency. She had modeled for Magic Power Boats, Sex Symbol Jeans, Hot Boat, and Fiu Fiu. Sometime after the show, Jennipher became the food and beverage director of the SLS Beverly Hills. In 2012, Jennipher was the marketing manager at Andrea's in Las Vegas. On March 2016, Jennipher married Brian Urlacher, a former NFL linebacker. Their wedding was featured on the cover of Sports Entertainment Today. She is a step-mom to 3 children (from Brian’s former relationship): 2 daughters (Pam and Riley) and a son (Kennedy). Aside from this, not much is known regarding what else she does. Name: Kelle Jacob Placed: 9th Age: 32/33 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 0 Bottom 2: 3 Twitter Followers: 190 (@KelleJ) Instagram Followers: 682 (@kellejacob) Kelle Jacob on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Kelle was sent to the bottom two with Ann Markley during the sixth week of America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3. Although Tyra criticized them both for not bringing their great personalities into their pictures, the judges decided to take out Kelle, believing that she had less potential as a model. After being eliminated, Kelle remarked that she’ll try hard to build her career on her own, but did not seem overly optimistic. During the show, she won one challenge where the girls had to pose as mannequins in a La Perla store window. POST-TOP MODEL After her appearance on the show, Kelle Jacob was in Source Magazine and had a cover of Eminence Magazine. Kelle has modeled for designers and brands such as College Fashionista. After the show, she attended Hunter College in NYC where she pursued her bachelor’s degree in media (with a minor in english). She has been featured in a series of documentaries about undecided voters in the 2008 presidential democrat primaries for the NY Times. She is currently not represented by an agency. She is currently a member of the Global Marketing and Millennial Innovation Team at Estée Lauder. Name: Cassie James, née Grisham (Bottom left) Placed: 8th Age: 31/32 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 1 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: N/A Instagram Followers: 7 (@cassiegjames) Cassie Grisham on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 On America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3, it was revealed that Cassie was suffering from bulimia. Tyra offered to give her counseling, but she refused it, choosing to deal with the condition on her own. However, it was not Cassie’s condition that made her the sixth person to be eliminated from the competition. Rather it was the lack of “fierceness” in her photos and her apparent disinterest that drove the judges to send Cassie home. POST-TOP MODEL Since the show, Cassie has graduated college in Oklahoma and has done some modeling work including a bridal shot. She was married in February of much else is known about Cassie after Top Model. She has no twitter, her instagram is private and most likely unused, and her fan page on facebook hasn’t been updated in years. Luckily, I found her husband’s facebook and it looks like the couple has 2 children, a boy and a girl. Name: Toccara Jones Placed: 7th Age: 36 First Call Outs: 1 Bottom 2: 2 Twitter Followers:124k (@iamTOCCARA) Instagram Followers: 139k (@iamtoccarajones) Toccara Jones on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 She was the twelfth finalist selected for Cycle 3, she won "Covergirl of the Week" four consecutive times though was never placed above fourth and was the eighth contestant eliminated. She was voted as one of the most memorable contestants by AOL Entertainment. POST-TOP MODEL She has been on the covers of Be, Essence, The Next Level Magazine (November 2005), Black Men Magazine, Black Hair Magazine, Braids & Beauty Magazine, King Magazine (February/March 2006, March/April 2006, and May 2008), Queen Sized Magazine, the October 2011 issue of Plus Model Magazine, Evolve Magazine, Rolling Out Magazine, and Sheen Magazine. She also appeared in the December 2008 issue of Ebony Magazine, Jet Magazine, Fashizblack Magazine, Kontrol Magazine, PrimeTyme Magazine, and HypeHair Magazine. She was photographed by Steven Meisel for the July 2008, All black issue of Vogue Italia and had a 14-page spread in the Magazine. The “Black Issue” featured significant past and current black models in response to the “black out” of black models preventing them from getting hired for print and runway jobs. Toccara has modeled for Ashley Stewart, Star Collection, Avon, Torrid, New York and Company, JCPenny, Target, Essence Magazine, Vibe Magazine, Lady Hennessey, Traci Lynn Jewelry, Evans, Qristyl Frazier Designs, The First Impression Collection, Ashley Stewart's Urban Chic Collection Fall 2010, and Smooth Magazine. Her runway shows include Hot 97’s Third Annual Full Frontal Hip hop Fashion Show, Luxe & Romance Fall 2005, BET Presents: Rip The Runway 2, Elle Girl presents Dare To Be You: Wal-Mart Meets America’s Next Top Models 2005 and Alice & Olivia Fall 2006. She was also selected to be part of the 2007 Rocawear “I Will Not Lose” campaign, representing the Rocawear plus-size line for full-figured females. Like other ANTM alum, Toccara has ventured into both hosting and acting. She has co-hosted an episode of 106 & Park. She was a correspondent for The Black Carpet and a co-host on the game show Take the Cake, both for the BET network. In 2006, Jones appeared in another reality show for VH1, Celebrity Paranormal Project. In 2008, Jones was a competitor on the second season of the VH1 series Celebrity Fit Club. Jones later appeared on Celebrity Fit Club: Boot Camp, which pitted celebrities from past seasons up against new celebrities. She ended the show weighing in at 166 pounds, surpassing her weight-loss goal by 7 pounds. She has released her own workout DVD called Toccara's Fabulous Work-Out for Real Size Women. In 2011, Jones starred in the second season of the reality series The Ultimate Merger. She made an appearance in Trina's music video for the song " I Got a Thang for You ". She participated in a 2009 national tour of The Vagina Monologues with an all-black cast. She also made an appearance in the 2012 movie Think Like A Man. Recently, Toccara has just launched her new lingerie line, Toccara Jones Intimate Apparel. Name: Nicole Borud Placed: 6th Age: 33/34 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 1 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: 134 (@EcoBunny) Instagram Followers: 363 (@elocinjay) Nicole Borud on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 For the ninth week of America’s Next Top Model Cycle 3, the remaining girls, including Nicole, were flown to Tokyo in order to shoot a Japanese commercial for Campbell’s Soup. Although all the girls had a difficult time, most especially with learning their lines (which were in Japanese), it was Nicole whom the judges felt did not come through the commercial enough, thus making her the eight contestant to be sent home. POST-TOP MODEL Some time after being eliminated from the show, Nicole decided to relocate to San Clemente, California. Nicole did not pursue modeling; instead, she has pursued acting. However, I haven’t found anything from her (acting or modeling wise). Her instagram, which is her most active social media platform, doesn’t show us much about her. Her feed has a lot of selfies, her dog, and some of her other interests. It seems she has moved back home to North Dakota. A quick LinkedIn search shows that she works as an Assistant Manager for The Buckle Inc. Previous job experiences post-ANTM show that she worked for Victoria’s Secret as a Visual Merchandising Manager and Sears as Assistant Manager - Softlines. Name: Norelle Griffith, née Van Herk Placed: 5th Age: 33 (Estimate only; birthday isn’t online) First Call Outs: 0 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: 36 (@NorelleGriffith) Instagram Followers: 509 (@norelle_griffith) Norelle Van Herk on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 As a finalist on America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3, Norelle was the only competitor among the fourteen girls who came into the competition with braces on her teeth. Her braces were removed as a part of her makeover for the show. Although her overall performance was impressive, her blunders in the Tokyo photo shoot and her difficulty walking on the runway were what compelled the judges to make Norelle the ninth contestant to be eliminated. Her photo shoot for T-Mobile went well, but was not well enough to keep her on the show for another week. During her stint on ANTM, Norelle won a make-up challenge featured during the show’s third episode. POST-TOP MODEL Norelle was able to attain considerable success as a model after her appearance on America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3. She received contracts from NOUS models and Dream Models in Asia, and working with these agencies were beneficial as she was able to book numerous advertisements. She has done print work for Sisters Magazine, Yes! Magazine, Sudden Weekly, and Goat Boutique. Norelle has also appeared on the TV show One on One. However, Norelle eventually decided to leave the fashion industry temporarily in order to pursue her education. Sometime after the show, Norelle got married to Dave Griffith and now has 2 beautiful kids; 2 sons and a daughter. Not much is know about what happened to her after she left the industry. Name: Ann Branca, née Markley Placed: 4th Age:34 First Call Outs: 1 Bottom 2: 4 Twitter Followers: 995 (@annalainamarks) Instagram Followers: 11. 8k (@annalainamarks) Ann Markley on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Ann came close to making it to the Top 3 of America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 3, but was the tenth contestant eliminated from the show. During her stay in the competition, her athletic build prompted supermodel judge Janice Dickinson to bless her with the nickname, “Ann, The Man. ” The judges finally gave in to Ann’s inability to produce strong and impressive photographs after the tenth photo shoot, despite Ann’s consistently strong performances on the runway. POST-TOP MODEL After her appearance on the show, Ann became highly successful as a model in the fashion industry. Going by the name Annalaina Marks, she was able to get a contract from three divisions of Elite Model Management, one of which is in Milan. She also obtained a contract from MC2, and has done extensive modeling work for Cover, Ford Fusion, ElleGirl Magazine, Gioia Magazine, Joie, Rojas, Heatherette, Nuala,, Glamour Italia Magazine, the October and November 2005 editions of GQ Magazine, Accessories Magazine, Knit ‘N Style, First Magazine, Fashion Washington, Eyecare Business, Manhattan Bride, InStyle, Health Magazine, Marie Claire U. K., Shape Magazine, O: The Oprah Magazine, I Am Water Polo, Charleston Magazine, Fitness Magazine, Women’s Health, Burt’s Bees, Clairol, Beyond Beyond Magazine, Jay Manuel Beauty, Charleston Weddings, Rafaella Fit Your Shape campaign, Vogue Knitting, Pregnancy & Newborn Magazine, Walgreens, Bravado Designs, Target, L’Oreal, Dutch Cosmopolitan Magazine, Free People Magazine, Ray Ban, People Tree, Jimmy Bruch, The John Frieda Collection, Athleta, Champion, Miraclebody, Jones New York, Red Hearts Yarn, Adrianna Papell, LIJA Style, Spring 2014 Collection, Land's End Holiday 2014 Catalogue, Thyme Maternity, Target Maternity, Old Navy Maternity, Capezio 2014 catalogue, Sophia Tolli 2011 Bridal Collection, Lafayette 148 New York, SiO Beauty, KN Karen Neuburger, Lord & Taylor, and Zink Magazine. Moreover, Ann has graced the covers of Philadelphia Style Magazine and Washington, D. C. Style Magazine, and has walked the runway at Ellegirl presents Dare To Be You: Wal-Mart Meets America’s Next Top Models 2005, Alice and Olivia Fall 2006, Kara Saun Fall/Winter 2005, Richard Tyler/Delta Fall/Winter 2005, Harmon Fall/Winter 2005, Marc Bouwer Fall/Winter 2005, Cynthia Rowley Fall/Winter 2005, and Nicole Miller Fall/Winter 2005. During The 57th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards, Ann and America’s Next Top Model, Cycle 4 winner, Naima Mora, worked as the ceremony’s trophy girls. Since the show, Ann graced the cover of Bruce J. Nadler, M. D. ’s novel, “The Nip Tuck Workout: Exercise through the Eyes of a Plastic Surgeon. ” Like other ANTM alumni, Ann has branched into acting. Throughout the years, Ann has appeared in a number of acting projects including Project Runway, Sex, Love & Secrets, Made of Honor, Gossip Girl, Kings, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, Bang, Choose, Lights Out, Blue Bloods, The Courier, Person of Interest, The Ones You Love, Delusions of Guinevere, The Good Wife, Club Life, and The has also appeared in a commercial for Wheat Thins and Travelocity. In 2016, she appeared in a short for The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Ann has previously worked with Elite (New York), Elite Milano, Front Management (Miami), Images Management (New York), Model Management (Hamburg), and MC2 Model Management (Karin Models). Currently, Ann is signed with Wilhelmina New York (S Women’s Division), Wilhelmina Los Angeles (Women’s Division), Wilhelmina Miami (Fashion Women’s Division), Michael Howard Studios, and Nevs Model Agency (London) (Women Main Board). Ann got married in February 2013. Sometime in 2016, Ann gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Name: Amanda Swafford Placed: 3rd Age: 39 First Call Outs: 4 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: 3 (@amanda_swafford) Instagram Followers: 2953 (@amandaswafford) Amanda Swafford on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 During Cycle 3, the judges were amazed by her photos, especially the un-retouched beauty shot that she took during the third week of the competition. When she went on her go sees in Japan, she was told that she was too old by one of the designers. She participated in the finale along with winner Eva Pigford and Yaya Da Costa, but Amanda was eliminated when she and Eva were in the bottom 2. The judges had a difficult time deciding whom to send home, as all three contestants had strong CoverGirl photos, and all 3 were considered strong contenders, but in the end, it was Amanda. One of the judges, Janice Dickinson, was a dissenting voice on the judging panel, saying, “I love you! ” to Swafford when she was eliminated. POST-TOP MODEL Amanda has appeared on the covers of Felt It! Stitch It! Fabulous! Magazine, Bliss for Bride Magazine, and Access Magazine, and has modeled for Levi’s Jeans, Lacy Little Knits, The Austin Chronicle, Verve Magazine, ELLEmemoir, Shutterbug Magazine, Grove Arcade, Recyclone Designs, Royal Peasantry, Serenity + Scott 2013, The Beading Butterfly, Liz White Designs/Custom Couture, Serenity + Scott Spring 2015 collection, and WEBS. Amanda has walked the runway for ELLEgirl Presents: Dare To Be You. She has also appeared in shorts such as Worst-Case Scenario (which she co-wrote) and Lullaby. Since the show, Amanda has signed with Storm Model Management in New York City and Acclaim Talent Agency. Her FMD page lists Storm Models London as her current agency. According to a close friend, her retinitis pigmentosa has caused extreme difficulty to see in low lighting, contrary rumors that she has since gone completely blind. Amanda currently works as an aesthetic/style guru for Royal Peasantry. On the show, she was married but has since separate from the man. She has a son, Eli (who is a current high school freshman), with her previous husband. She is currently in a relationship with a new man. In October 25, she came out on her facebook to say she was drugged the night before, while she was attending one of her husband’s show. Name: Yaya DaCosta Placed: 2nd Age: 34 (will turn 35 on Nov 15th) First Call Outs: 2 Bottom 2: 1 Twitter Followers: 29. 8k (@yayadacosta) Instagram Followers: 172k (@yayadacosta) Yaya DaCosta on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Yaya DaCosta was a contestant on Cycle 3 of America’s Next Top Model, where she came in second to Eva Pigford. On the show, Yaya showed insecurity regarding her skin, as she was still experiencing breakouts past puberty. While on the show, Yaya won 5 straight challenges (The race up the flight of stairs, the Go-Sees, The Red Carpet interview, The Acting challenge, and The Tea Ceremony. On the eigth episode (“The Girl Who Is Panic-Stricken”), the models were asked to choose a hat as part of their judging test. Yaya chose the cowboy hat, which surprised everyone since Yaya was the model who was proud of her african heritage. When asked why she did not choose the African hat, she claimed that she does not want to be a cliché. She claimed that the hat was made of a very artificial, very cheap kente. During the ninth episode (“The Girls Meet Taye Diggs”), during the judging session, the girls were set a test in which they had to read a commercial and eat umeboshi. Yaya chose to spit her umeboshi almost immediately after putting it in her mouth, which the judges said came across as very disrespectful to the client (if this were to happen in the real world). POST-TOP MODEL After finishing in second place in America’s Next Top Model, where she is considered one of the most memorable contestants, DaCosta went on to a successful career. She has modeled for Target, Olay, CharmaineLouise, DJU Clothing Company, Venus Clothing, Gap, Tom Ford’s A/W 2014 Collection, Isaac Mizrahi, Kohl’s, Seven Magazine, Interview Magazine, Essence Magazine, Hollywood Life Magazine, Jewel Magazine, COED Magazine, I Style Magazine, Elle Girl Presents Dare To Be You: Wal-Mart Meets America’s Next Top Model, Marc Bouwer Fall 2005, Seda, Garnier Fructis, Lincoln Townhouse, Glamour Magazine, Glamour Magazine Italy, Radioshack, Dr. Scholl’s, Sally Beauty Supply Magazine, Vibe Magazine, Venus, Terrazine Magazine, Voice of Diversity, The New York Post, Style Rocks Fashion Show (2005), Vogue Australia, Hype Hair Magazine, Chicago Sun-Times Splash, New York Magazine, Malibu Magazine, and Sephora. In 2010, she appeared in American Vogue, Esquire, L'Officiel and on the cover of W. In addition to modeling, Yaya is also acting and has in appeared in commercials for Radioshack and Garnier Fructis. She recently appeared in the movie Take the Lead with Antonio Banderas. She has also did modeling for Target and appeared in a few rap music videos (Chingy’s Pullin’ Me Back, Jay-Z’s Roc Boys, Raphael Saadiq’s Good Man. DaCosta began acting in 2005 after having a small role in an episode of Eve where she portrayed a character named Miss Jenkins. Her television credits include Cassandra Foster on All My Children, Vanessa on Racing For Time, Nico Slater on Ugly Betty, Audrina on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, Brooke Sullivan on Mercy, Amber on Army Wives, Holly Bennett on Body of Proof, Anita on House, Amy on Dark Horse, Princess Kemi of Nigeria on The Simpsons, and currently as April Sexton on Chicago Fire and Chicago Med. DaCosta exited the role on All My Children some time in August 2008, less than four months after joining the show, to join the cast of “The First Breeze of Summer” on Broadway. 2006 saw Yaya’s film debut in the film Take the Lead as LaRhette. She has also appeared in 2007’s Honeydripper as China Doll and in 2009’s Messenger as Monica Washington. In 2010 DaCosta had supporting roles in the films The Kids Are All Right (as Tanya) and Tron: Legacy (as Siren). In 2013 she also appeared as Carol in the film The Butler, starring Forest Whitaker and Oprah Winfrey. Other movie credits include In Time, The Shanghai Hotel, Whole Lotta Sole, Mother of George, Big Words, And So It Goes, Bolden!, and The Nice Guys. In 2015, Yaya portrayed Whitney Houston in the self titled Biopic Whitney, directed by Angela Bassett. She is currently signed to Models 1 London and Ford Models New York. On June 26, 2012, DaCosta married independent movie producer and director Joshua Bee Alafia. She gave birth to the couple's first child, a son named Sankara, in September 2013. The couple parted ways in 2014. Name: Eva Marcille Placed: 1st Age: 33 First Call Outs: 2 Bottom 2: 2 Twitter Followers: 259k (@EvaMarcille) Instagram Followers: 1. 7m (@evamarcille) Eva Marcille on IMDB ANTM CYCLE 3 Eva was the winner of the third cycle of America's Next Top Model, beating fellow contestants Yaya Da Costa and Amanda Swafford. Her prizes included a CoverGirl cosmetics contract, a spread in Elle, and a modeling contract with Ford Models. During the show, Eva won 2 challenges: The Heatherette runway show and the go-sees in Japan. POST-TOP MODEL Eva has appeared on the cover of Brides Noir, Women’s Health and Fitness (May 2005), King Magazine (June 2005), IONA (November 2005), Green Magazine, Obvious Magazine, Urban Lux Magazine, Kontrol Magazine, Sheen Magazine, HypeHair Magazine, and Essence Magazine. Her other modeling credits include CoverGirl, DKNY, Samsung, Red by Marc Ecko, Jewel magazine, In Touch Weekly magazine (June 2005), King magazine (November 2005), Black Girls Rule!, Vibe Vixen, Magazine, Today’s Black Woman Magazine, Magazine, UNleashed magazine, Star Magazine, Elle, Elle Girl,, Danskin, Active Imprints, Traci Lynn Jewelry, Koshie O Clothing, Ciroc Vodka, Phlaunt Hair, Applebottoms, Jasmine Ni'Cole Luxury Perucas, Shiekh Shoes, Lerner Catalog, UrbanSkinRx, Avon, and Rolling Out. Eva’s runway shows include the Marc Bouwer Fall 2005, Elle Girl presents Dare To Be You: Wal-Mart Meets America’s Next Top Model 2005, Gharani Strok Fall 2005, Deborah Lindquist Spring 2006, Naqada Spring 2006, 8th Annual ‘Models of Perfection’ Show 2006, and L. A. Fashion Week’s Monarchy Collection Fall 2007. Marcille has guest-starred on several series on UPN and The CW Network. Her guest-star credits include two episodes of Kevin Hill, one episode of Smallville, one episode of Everybody Hates Chris, and one episode of The Game as herself. Marcille has also appeared on Tyler Perry's House of Payne. In addition, Marcille hosted BET J's reality show My Model Looks Better Than Your Model, as well as Rip the Runway on BET. In 2005, Marcille appeared in a first-season episode of the MTV improv show Nick Cannon Presents Wild 'N Out. In 2008 she joined the cast of The Young and the Restless as a young mother named Tyra Hamilton. After a few months, her character, who was planned to be temporary was made permanent. She appeared in a June 2009 episode of the BET prank show Played by Fame, where contestants have nightmarish dates with celebrities. She also appeared on The Assistants as Alicia James. In 2010, Eva hosted the first season of the Oxygen reality series Hair Battle Spectacular. In 2011, Eva joined the cast of the tv series Let’s Stay Together. 2013 saw Eva’s appearance on the reality show Real Husbands of Hollywood. In 2014, Eva has also appeared on For the Love of Lockwood and FNL’s Model Monday. In 2015, Marcille starred as Tara on the tv series Born Again Virgin, appeared on tv mini series For the Love of Lockwood Too. In February 2016 she stars in a reality series called About The Business. Currently, she is competing on the VH1’s Scared Famous and on the tv series Hip Hop Squares. Eva’s film credits include 24 Hour Love, The Walk, Crossover, The Boys and Girls Guide to Getting Down, Premium, Note To Self, If You Really Love Me, The Fright Night Files, Fear Files, Sister Code, and I Think I Love My Wife. In 2017, Eva also appeared in Busted and Miss Me This Christmas. Furthermore, she has appeared in several music videos, including "Baby" by Angie Stone (featuring Betty Wright), 50 Cent's "I Get Money" and Jamie Foxx's "DJ Play a Love Song". She is also mentioned in Lil' Kim's song, "I Know You See Me" and Missy Elliott's "On & On" August 2013, Marcille appeared in the video clip "J'accélère (I accelerate)" by French rapper Rohff. Eva has been signed to L. Models, Uber-Warning Models, and now Slamm Management - Atlanta. She started her own eyewear company, First Ave Eyewear. In July 2006, Marcille started dating Tyler Perry's House of Payne star Lance Gross. They got engaged on December 24, 2008 and split up in March 2010. She also dated rapper Flo Rida from 2010 to 2012. Since January 2013, she has been dating singer-songwriter Kevin McCall. Marcille gave birth to her first child, and McCall's second daughter; Marley Rae McCall on January 31, 2014. They ended their relationship in early 2015.

What does the government need with her Tupperware and Disney tapes. This may actually be the most interesting trailer I've seen in days. Here are the playable races that I am including. I will be expanding this post each time I complete a racial variant but for now I wanted to share the list of playable races so that this could be a resource for the community. Please share your opinions and recommendations as to how I can improve this as I would like to be able to take the amorphous ideas floating within my brain and cement them into well balanced playable races for any version of d&d out there. Keep in mind that I am a home-brewer of 2nd edition AD&D originally so some of the details may make more sense if you have some experience in that system but I would like to generalize wherever possible. eventually I will also be creating classes (Kits? ) for each racial variant so that they all have a specialized class (Kit? ) just to themselves. The first task should be to divide these races into the savage and fair races. I have some ideas but would like to see how each ends up divided by the community. Races of Karathas Cave Dwellers Draconians Master Soldier Laborer Doppelganger Warrior Brooder Dwarves Druegar Hill Mountain Valley Elves Aquatic Avriel Corvyn Drow Grey High Seraian Nodorian Wood Fey Gremlin Brownies Pixies Nixies Centaur Nabiri Dryad Satyr Lamia Giant Mountain Hill Storm Ice Firbolg Spriggan Gnomes Cursed Forest Gnomil Svirfneblin Tinkers Goblinoids Hobgoblin Goblin Forest Gnoll Plains Gnoll *Under Goblin Bugbear Halflings Hairfoot Stout Tallfellow Paddfoot Humans Frellain Draengard Gohtar Imperial Jin Roma Valeman Wermanarc Kobolds Mammer Lizerene Lizardmen Horned Tyrant Caimen Agama Minotaur Feral Polis Ogres Merrow Forest Mountain Arctic Orcs Battleorc Draenen Trolls Swamp Rock Cave forest Lupisaga Light Dark Here is both the format and first full racial description I have completed: Human, Imperial Physical Description Hair Color: Blonde – Black (Brown-Red Spectrum)Eye Color: Average Human MixSkin Color: Mostly Caucasian, some variations The Imperial Humans are a proud people and hold themselves in high regard. qImperials have a habit of spending a lot of effort in their appearance and can be seen preening themselves while out and about to make sure their perfectly groomed appearance stays that way throughout the day. Apart from their desire to present a perfect face to the world, the race itself is fairly average. Imperial men have jaws that are chiseled and square but not so much as the dwarves they often trade with. They are also broad in the chest and shoulders but not as square as other races. Men are rarely seen without a neatly trimmed short beard and shoulder length or shorter hair as longer hair is considered a sign of poor hygiene and baldness is also considered to be a sign of frailty. Imperial women are fine featured with high cheekbones and delicate frames. It is very common to find an imperial woman with a small handbag, a bottle of perfume, and a small collection of mineral powder derived makeups. The clothing is modest but made with brocaded fabrics and hand sewn lace. There are often a fair amount of jewelry adorning them as status symbols of their wealth. Even the lowliest peasant will wear a simple necklace or broach while out in town. In major cities there are often fashion trends that will live and die within the walls of the city that developed it. History Oteryn Empire Three hundred years ago the Oteryn empire was founded by a group of merchants trying to control their particular markets of trade. This group consisted of 12 of the most powerful merchant families on the Gehari coast and between them, they were able to seize power through subterfuge and political promises which were mostly curried using their great wealth and influence. What was once over a dozen independent city-states dotted up the eastern coast of Athana slowly grew into the Oteryn empire is now ruled by an "elected" Emperor. Due to subversive politics and frequent assassinations of the current ruling emperor an election is quite rare. The last free and open election was held 15 years ago and the seat has been handed down 6 times since due to death or severe injury. This oligarchy is far more stable than one would assume though because of its dependence on trade as the driving force of the culture and the people of the empire, the seat of the emperor is said in whispers to be a death sentence. The only people allowed to run for office are business holders who have multi kingdom trade. Those seeking to run must jump through an inordinate number of bureaucratic hoops by way of mountains of files and forms just to receive the permit to start running for office. The term of office for the emperor is 25 years because that is also the time that an average career lasts before retirement. If an emperor remains alive long enough to retire then the empire chooses the next merchant to guide them to greater tizens of the Oteryn Empire are known the world over for their garish and vibrant fabrics that adorn much of their society from the buildings to the nobles all the way to the lowly peasant. It is truly a tropical and exceptionally wealthy empire with a vast trade network. The Oteryn Empire does not have its own standing army, relying instead on the industrious nature of the people and their hunger for money. The standing army is entirely composed of mercenaries forming the greatest collection of hired muscle in the known worlds. Stelerin Dynasty Ten thousand years ago Tyr, god of the sun, came to walk amongst his people and guide them out of the ashes of the old world. As a god-king, his rule has been unending. He has passed from one human vessel to another within the same bloodline keeping watch over his flock. Tyr is glory and earnest power, a simple glance into his eyes causing death to the stand face to face or taller than the emperor within his presence is a great insult to his holiness and such insolence is punished with death. It is frowned upon for any other patrons to be venerated above the worship of Tyr and although not banned each of the temples within other cities also have a shrine to Tyr to show thanks to his graciousness. It is taught that it is a great honor to serve the emperor through service and as soon as a boy becomes a man he is given a sword so that he might fulfill his duties as a loyal subject of Tyr and his truth is that belief in the god headed emperor has started to fade. The people do live in a safe, healthy society and the benefits of this worship keep the society running. Speaking out against the crown is a quick way to an early grave because it is shown as treason against the empire. Laws are harsh but fair otherwise and it is not often that an example is made with a public execution. Each town and city has a public execution ground as a constant reminder of the emperor's ability for not only compassion of his flock but also strength against the hordes which have been the only major threat to the Stelerin Dynasty has only existed for 1000 years. The ruling family claims Godhood and oppressively enforces this claim through threats of punishment and death. The empire is driven by conquest mostly. Their greed for land has spread over the eastern coast of sonorous. The kingdom is not just a collection of imperial cities but also Valeman fiefdoms as well. The Valeman people maintain some minor autonomy as long as they obey the law of The Empire. The empire tries to paint a picture of the freedom of its citizens (including religion) but its heavy oppressive hand can be seen in the even the most open of environments. Shrines exist to several other deities but the shrines must all pay tribute to Tyr in order to remain open. Every temple and church to another God has within it a shrine to Tyr so that loyal members of the empire can show their thanks for Tyr's "graciousness". Kingdom of Lodo 600 years ago King Lodo ruled over a small imperial kingdom. Lodo was a great king, well loved by his people and respected by his neighbors for his honor. King Lodo was generous, kind and charismatic, granting freedoms to his people which were unheard of since before the war of sin and the cataclysm. He did away with the caste system common among his neighbors and gave every citizen an equal share of land, food and wealth. Although there were lords who served to govern, these men were also selected from the populace by the Good King to serve as a lord until such time as they became to old to properly take care of their duties. Instead of invasion, the Kingdom of Lodo grew because of the admiration it garnered. Many royal families chose to incorporate their kingdom into Lodo’s kingdom because of the prosperity they saw amongst the people. The good king Lodo eventually died, leaving his eldest son as a successor. For six generations the Kingdom of Lodo has grown into a full fledged empire, spanning almost all of the Guiare Gulf and maintaining a healthy trade alliance with the Oteryn Empire as well as several dozen Valeman fiefdoms across the Atlas Ocean. The Kingdom of Lodo protects its allies fiercely and has a vast army of volunteer soldiers who serve for the sake of honor and for the right to defend the innocent. It is rare that the Kingdom of Lodo will raise arms though as they prefer a diplomatic approach to solve disputes. Society The Imperial Humans are very territorial and conquest driven. They settle on shorelines normally and build gleaming white walls to protect themselves. They pride themselves on their sense of justice and will impose their will on all the lands that they claim in the name of their king. Every continent on Karathas has at least one settlement of imperial humans and globally there are three main empires vying for land and resources. The general population tends to be wary of outsiders. They do engage in heavy trade with all races that they see as good but are not below selling each other out for personal gain or trading with the enemy if the correct price can be reached. Imperials are opportunistic and even those who consider themselves to be above selling out their own race will often still participate in the political discord and vast networks of gossip which have come to spread throughout each empire. Service in the Imperial Guard is compulsory at the age of 18 for every able bodied man. Each guard is given either plate or chain mail, depending on their role, as well as a sword or longbow. These are mass produced and are often not the decorative equipment used by adventurers but they are very functional and utilitarian. It is a requirement that this equipment be maintained and kept by everyone who has served their 4 year service requirement in the guard. Each empire’s coinage bears the face of their emperor or king on one side and the seal of their house on the other. Because of this, coinage is not often universally accepted, but due to their common size and materials, easily exchanged for local currency. Trade between empires are usually subject to tariffs and conflicts between the empires are dealt with by managing these as a form of punishment rather than all out war. Standard Imperial Coin Size Weight: 1 troy oz Diameter: 32. 70 mm Thickness: 2. 87 mm Religion The most commonly worshiped god of the pantheon is Tyr, god of the sun. His symbol is represented by a blazing golden lion head with mouth open. Tyr has very simple stonetemples which are dedicated to justice, honor and strength amongst warriors and will accept sacrifices for favor. Proper sacrifices to Tyr would include mead, meat, gold and blood sacrifices in exchange for favors and grace. Tyr is often known as the one-handed god, having lost his hand in the war of sin, sacrificing it to seal the old gods away in the heart of the sun. Racial Names There are many names among the three empires that are common but below are the most frequently used in each. Oteryn Empire **Male First Names** Aarav, Reyansh, Mohammad, Vivaan, Ayaan, Vihaan, Atharv, Sai, Advik, Arjun, Somchai, Somsak, Prasert, Amar, Adam, Ethan, Umar, Aqil, Izz, Aidan F**emale First Name** Aadya, Diya, Saanvi, Amaira, Angel, Myra, Aaradhya, Anaya, Riya, Shanaya, Nor, Hannah, Aishah, Siti, Zara, Puteri, Nurul, Sophia, Sara, Dhia Stelerin Dynasty **Male First Names** Mettius, Hostus, Servius, Paullus, Octavianus, Feleogild, Wigric, Stidolph, Godfred, Eanlac, Beorhthere, Rendel, Eanwulf, Carvilius, Gallio, Bruttius, Nonus, Lar, Lurco, Esdras Salonia, Lupicina, Cordia, Helvia, Statilia, Lurio, Metilia, Caepio, Licinia, Trimalchio, Eormenhilde, Wifrun, Somerhild, Wealhtheow, Sidelufu, Burgwynn, Brichheve, Aethelthrith, Leofrun, Everild Kingdom of Lodo **Male First Names** Trevor, Russell, Patrick, Clarence, Simon, Jasper, Horace, Christopher, Malcolm, John, Ephraim, Elijah, Lachlan, Joseph, Scott, Henry, Angus, Moses, Arthur, David Millicent, Lillias, Louise, Alexandria, Christian, Adelaide, Theresa, Violet, Veronica, Myrtle, Mabel, Frances, Mildred, Bella, Clara, Johanna, Beatrice, Jane, Aurelia, Leah Racial Traits Ability Score Modifiers +1 charisma Age Males: 75-100 Years Old Females: 80-110 Years Old Alignment Neutral Good – Lawful Good Size Imperial Humans are a medium sized humanoid. Height: 5'6" - 7' Weight Males: 145-250 lbs Females: 100-170 lbs Speed 30’ per round Languages Imperial Humans are able to learn all languages Special Advantages All reaction checks toward the imperial human must score 5 points higher to fail. Special Disadvantages Humans have no real bonuses or penalties and therefore have no major disadvantages though the imperials typically find it difficult to trust races they consider beastly or savage. -1 reaction check to all savage races. Human, Draengard Physical Description Hair Color Males: Black, Brown Females: Blonde, Red, Auburn Eye Color Male: Brown, Blue, Green Females: Blue, Silver, Green Skin Color: Caucasian The Draengard have been bred selectively for generations and because of this, they are all fairly uniform in appearance. Flawless ivory skin atop a chiseled physique of lithe and wiry muscle. The Draengard are typically not quite as broad as their Imperial cousins nor do they appear to be as heavily muscled. This is not to say that they are weak, they are far stronger than they appear and can use this strength to deadly efficiency. Their eyes are cold, vast and calculating in their depth and when they are looking at you it feels as if they can stare through you into your soul. Draengard are all highly manicured and also highly reserved, considering emotional displays to be obscene. Men in the Draengard Sovereignty are all fanatically dedicated to the betterment of the state and live in the service of their leader, The Undying Patriarch. They wear a standard uniform in pride of their service regardless of whether they are on active duty or not because they feel they are always in service of the Undying Patriarch. Although facial hair is still possible, what little they have is kept very short and well cropped in one of the state-approved styles. Mustache styles that have been approved are Painter’s Brush, Toothbrush, Pencil, and Chevron. Beard styles that have been approved are Goatee, Circle, and Van Dyke. The men’s hair is equally kept at a close crop, not allowing it to exceed 2” in length. The men of the Sovereignty are visually lean but looks are a bit deceiving. Due to the gene enhancements made through selective breeding, their muscle and bone structures are exceptionally dense, strong, and hard to break. Those who develop mental or physical corruptions (illnesses) are removed from society by their final breeding examination at the latest. Females of the Sovereignty are smaller than their male counterparts but are equally fit and lean. Although they do not have the same military duties as the men, they are expected to be in excellent physical shape. Emotions are a core part of being human but through years of conditioning, the women become very stoic. Women are allowed to have a more decorative wardrobe rather than the standard uniform of their husbands and it is here that the wealth of the state is evident. Women are expected to decorate themselves with vibrant colored fabric, expensive jewels, and expensive makeup or skincare though they do not truly need it due to their excellent breeding. Females are permitted to grow their hair no longer than to their mid back but must at least have hair that extends to their shoulders. Anything shorter is a view as a sign of being too masculine and anything longer is considered to be a sign of poor hygiene. It is far more common for women to be separated from society as older children due to being declared unfit to breed because it is difficult to evaluate female fitness until after puberty. School-aged children are all raised wearing the same uniform which consists of a pair of slacks, button up shirt and shoulder-length hair. Twice per year each child is evaluated by the Bureau of Purity and filtered out of society if they are discovered to have developed mental or physical corruptions (illnesses). History The Undying Patriarch has lived since time immemorial. He saw the collapse of the world prior to the great cataclysm and the war of sin. It was his wisdom that has allowed him to survive these past five thousand years and cultivate the great nation that is the Draengard Sovereignty. After wandering the world for millennia, the Undying Patriarch and his followers came to the frozen lands of timberland to the sacred valley of Aeobromlan. It is written that the moment he crested the mountain he could be heard sighing and saying “Finally, we are home” because he was guided by divine provenance. This was the time of the founding. After establishing the first city of the sovereignty, the Undying Patriarch commissioned a hand-picked group of advocates of racial purity to travel the world recruiting those who met the strict criteria set forth in the blueprint for the master race of humans. It was this set of advocates who were the founding members of the Bureau of Purity. Over the next four hundred years, the population of the Draengard sovereignty swelled from just five hundred citizens to over fifteen thousand racially pure humans that exemplified the blueprint. These new citizens of the state toiled day and night and though the work was hard, they built the foundations of the Draengard state. The oldest architecture in the core of the state is from this period and their stark utilitarian designs are marked by signs of their age and scars of the great war. During the gathering, genetic research was just beginning but it was in its infancy. The Undying Patriarch in his great wisdom was still able to produce the manna which grants the people of the state their strengths though it was reserved for the higher echelon at this time due to its scarcity. The gathering was the fastest rate of growth in the history of the state but it would not last. Dark forces could see the bastion of righteousness forming and this angered them into a frenzy, beginning the great war. Vicious blue beasts armed with wicked weapons of light descended upon the Sovereignty just as the bitter cold of winter fell upon the state nearly 800 years ago. For the next one hundred and fifty years, these beasts were a constant threat, reigning down fire from the heavens and attempting to infiltrate the Chancellorship. Nearly half of the population died during the war at the hands of these monstrosities of nature. Not all died right away though because it is said that they would capture, torture and then devour them in great primal feasts. There are some within the state who believe that this war may be a fable because of the extreme atrocities perpetrated against the Draengard people but they cannot seem to disprove the evidence kept in the people’s hall. The war finally ended after the Undying Patriarch managed to show his true power and struck their entire force from the land in a single blow. So great was his attack that it rendered the lands beyond the south end of the valley uninhabitable and barren. It was an act he considered to be a great sorrow but it was a necessary evil in order to save his people. It is forbidden even now to venture there for safety purposes and anyone caught attempting to venture into this area is quickly returned home and given a stern warning to never attempt a visit there again under penalty of treason. After the great war was over the state became far more isolationist for fear of encountering another great evil in the world. This was the era of the awakening. At this time the state delved deep into the sciences and began to research into the genetic makeup of the other races so that it could be discovered how they were able to steal the abilities of the Draengard and so that these abilities could once again be restored within the people. This research has continued into the modern day and is the entire focus of the Department of Restoration. Modern history is nothing more than a testament to the strength and ingenuity of the Draengard. It has only been within the past two hundred years the study and application of genetic medicine have made amazing leaps and bounds, especially in the field of bio-weaponry. Society The Draengard culture is very strict and its people’s dedication to racial purity has taken over the entire society. The Draengard government controls everything from food rationing to job placement. While growing up in the Draengard culture, children are force-fed hateful racial thoughts, anti-foreigner philosophies, and visions of the pure race of humanity. Even the breeding of the Draengard people is strictly controlled by the government. The government is vigilant almost to the point of psychosis. It is both expected and enforced for every citizen to report anything which is considered to be strange “for the safety of the nation and your own home. ” through intense propaganda campaigning, the populace is convinced that turning on their neighbor is the only way to save them from their “self-destructive” ways. Anyone who is found to harbor anti-government sentiment is considered dangerous and therefore are cleansed from the populace. The children of these people are typically taken from their home and placed within a boarding school to be raised under careful watch to ensure that the children have not been corrupted by their parent’s influence. Women are not only expected to turn on their own family if they see anything illegal or “strange” occurring but to be completely open and honest with their husbands. Secrecy from one’s husband is considered to be an equal crime to treason and is just as punishable. The man of each home is considered to be the sole representative of the Undying Patriarch within the family and must be treated as such at all times by every member of the family. Although the women do have gossip circles and trade stories, it is expected that the information is shared between their husbands and subsequently with the government. Men are required to protect their family and their state but the state must always come first. If a father is found protecting their family by not reporting anything illegal or “strange” they are considered enemies of the state and are summarily cleansed. Fathers are expected to keep their children disciplined and educated in the expectations of the sovereignty. It is also the duty of the father of each family to ensure that their children are fiercely loyal to the Undying Patriarch. This is only expected of each man while they are at home but this time frame is quite short as they spend most of their time in the field in service of the nation. At age fifteen all females are pair with a suitable mate and they are required to produce 4 children before they reach 20. All male children are taken and trained in the military from birth. They are only released at age 20 to begin the breeding process and they return at age twenty-five to serve the military for the remaining twenty years of their service. At this point, they are allowed to join the community and serve in a profession of the government’s choosing. All members of the Draengard peoples are sterilized after their fourth child is born. If a child is born with any sort of defect or if a defect is discovered during one of their biannual examinations they are immediately sent to a medical research camp to be analyzed for the cause of the defect. These individuals are then sterilized and spend their lives in forced labor camps growing food for the population or performing menial factory work etc. It is because of this large labor force that those who serve in a profession after serving the military are considered artisans. Standard Draengard Coin Size Weight: 1 troy oz Diameter: 34 mm Thickness: 4 mm Religion the Draengard peoples do not believe in any god greater than the government under which they live. Worship of anyone other than the Undying Patriarch is considered a form of treason. Religious iconography, writings, Idols or artwork are all something that the Bureau of Purity look for during their surprise inspections of each citizen’s home. Every citizen is provided with a supply of soft biscuits known as manna by the Department of Restoration. One of these is eaten with every meal and is given “as a gift” from the Undying Patriarch. It is how the Department of Restoration delivers new gene sequences are introduced into the gene pool. Each biscuit is laced with a retrovirus which edits the genome of the person who eats it. Racial Names Male Rupert, Eugen, Willy, Achim, Kurt, Emmerich, Eduard, Benjamin, Ruprecht, Richard, Tommaso, Vasco, Rolfo, Corbiniano, Uriele, Zanobi, Mansueto, Settimo, Amintore, Cesare Female Zelinda, Evangelina, Prisca, Luna, Alma, Claudia, Estella, Evangelina, Catena, Eracla, Margarethe, Theresa, Amalia, Natascha, Alina, Annina, Freya, Seraphina, Gertrudis, Mathilde Racial Traits Ability Score Modifiers Age Males: 130-150 Females: 140-160 Alignment Lawful Evil to True Neutral Size Height: 6' - 7' Males: 200-300 Females: 140-180 Speed 40’ per round Languages The Draengard consider all languages besides their own to be dirty or foul but have the ability to learn all other languages to better their chances to control the other races and spread their propaganda. Special Advantages All stats are rolled twice and the stronger number is taken. Special Disadvantages No score may fall below 13 if it is then the character must have escaped from a work camp.

The media and the FBI killed this man. Η ΜπÎλάντΠτου ÎίτσÎρντ ÎÎούici pour voir la video. << ^^First | < ^^Previous | Next ^^> Coming March 1st Author: ScarecrowSid Book: Zatanna Event: Aeaea Arc: Season of the Witch Set: 9 Recommended Reading: Wonder Woman #8, Aeaea I Zatanna #7, Aeaea II Lukewarm and briny, the puddle formed in Zatanna’s cheek soured as she pushed herself up from the pale sands. Her dive into the island had gone worse than planned. Instead of a direct landing in the palace at its heart, she and Diana had been hurled, rebuffed by some ward around the structure. “You’re awake, ” said a voice to her right. Zatanna turned, blinking against the sun and saw Diana. The Amazon was wringing out a length of her black hair, her attention directed toward the tree line. There was a small fire behind her —nothing especially noteworthy about it— and a small log upon which sat a familiar coat, shirt, and pair of pants. A whisper of a breeze brushed past her, chilling her skin as it drew away the moth-eaten, amber cape she was swathed in. Zatanna clutched tight at the ragged cloth as she found her feet. “What happened? ” she asked. Diana shrugged. “We drowned. ” Zatanna noticed now that the Amazon stood over Zatanna frowned as she approached the fire. “I know I aimed for the palace, ” she said. “I should have expected wards. ” “It was an honest mistake, ” Diana replied. She turned from the jungle and walked toward the shoreline, toward a glinting length of metal dug into the sands. Zatanna noticed the shape beneath, a peak rising from the mass that stood just shy of the hilt of the sword which ran parallel. The sand beside it was darkened, but not to the muddy brownish red one would expect of a bleeding beast. Instead, a dark, green bile was spreading across the sands. Diana frowned as she pulled her sword from the occasionally writhing beast. “Poor soul. ” Zatanna, clutching the cloth tight across her shoulders, neared the creature on unsteady feet. The prominent fin, which could have belonged to a shark, was not attached to a creature that fit that description at all. Where she expected a tail, Zatanna found a forking menagerie of eight tentacles, the ends covered in barbed, chitinous tails that looked more suited to sinking ships than slithering through seas. But what alarmed her most was the upper half of this fateless creature. What sat before them was no shark, but it was a predator nonetheless. The upper half of the creature had smooth, pale skin the color of moonlight that ran along a perceived spine. It met its crest at the base of a slender neck, which led to full, rosey lips and lifeless green eyes. A mane of golden hair fanned out beside the creature, and Zatanna didn’t need to see the bare breasts tucked into the sand or question the absence of its arms, severed at the shoulder, to know what it was. “A siren, ” Zatanna said, nearly breathless. There was, as her father constantly insisted, a difference between seeing and believing. She knew very well that oddities like this creature had once been prevalent in the world, but there were now so rarely glimpsed that every one was a wonder. “Yes, ” Diana replied. “She had quite a hold on you. ” “Thanks. ” “No need, ” Diana replied, smiling. Zatanna felt a sneeze well up, and it quickly presented itself. The Amazon frowned placed a hand on the sorceress’ shoulder. “Come. Sit by the fire. ” Zatanna eased herself onto the log beside her clothing and looked it over, there was a rather vicious looking slash across the right thigh of her leggings. She drew back her borrowed cape and saw a band of red cloth bound over the corresponding section of her own skin. She looked up at Diana, who was watching her intently. “Is something wrong? ” Zatanna asked. “Are you well? ” Diana asked in return. “, ” Zatanna said after brief consideration. “I wanted to bring you closer to the fire before, ” Diana said. “ you know you talk to yourself in your sleep? ” “I do? ” Zatanna asked. “And cast spells, ” Diana added, frowning. “Cleaning your wound and binding it was challenging, but getting you into that blanket was a labor to rival the Twelve. ” “I remember things in my dreams, things I’ve forgotten, ” Zatanna said, then shrugged as she caught Diana’s quizzical gaze. “It’s a long story. ” Diana looked at her again, the stern sort of a way a parent does to wheedle away a child’s lies. The same searching way Zatanna’s own father had often employed. After a moment, the Amazon turned her head toward the treeline once more. “We have time, ” Diana said. “I have not yet been able to set foot in the jungle. ” “Maybe another time, ” Zatanna said, offering her best attempt at a sincere smile. “I have a bad feeling about this island, we should grab the decrepit bitch and go. ” “Very well, ” Diana said. “But I will hear your story. Someday. ” It wasn’t a question. “You should get dressed, ” Diana added, grinning. “Unless you plan to startle Circe with your nakedness. ” “Would that work? ” Zatanna asked, smirking as she loosed the cape and felt it slide over her shoulders and down her arms. “Perhaps you should have brought an exhibitionist instead of a magician. ” “Well, ” Diana said. “She does prefer her men in the form of pigs, who knows where her tastes lie. ” Zatanna held her left hand over her clothing and drew forth a spell, “ Sserd em! ” The fabrics coalesced into a troupe of dancing patterns, the colors blended and revolved upon themselves before they dissolved in a violet haze. The haze then drifted toward the sorceress and enveloped her, offering a warm embrace that eased her chills. “That is quite useful, ” Diana said, grinning again. “It takes me longer to pull on my boots. ” ★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★ The jungle was a dense, braided thing of vines and plumed foliage. What little of its mystery was broken by the midday light revealed only that there was more of the same behind it. The Princess and the Sorceress stood before the treeline, the latter of the two brushed her forefinger along the greenery and recoiled slightly as it sparked in her direction. “A barrier, ” Zatanna mused. Diana kneeled over the remains of one of the dozen worn sailors that stood, or rather lay, sentry along the treeline. Some of their armor had survived the, likely, centuries spent prone in the sand. A few even had the benefit of their cloaks, and all were clutching some rusted arm or another. The Amazon had taken to liberating the few archers among the gathering of their arrows and stocking them within her own, albeit borrowed, quiver. Diana had taken a liking to the Exile’s bow and wore it as her own. “Can you break it? ” Diana asked. She seemed to be done with her scavenging, and took up a position beside Zatanna. “Perhaps, ” Zatanna replied. “We should walk along the shore, see if it has any weak spots. ” Diana fastened a sword belt to her hip and sheathed the rust licked sword, now wiped clean of the jade blood, within a cracked wooden scabbard. She checked the strap of her quiver, then gave a quick and, evidently, reassuring pat to the gold thread hanging on her hip. Zatanna turned and took a step, but Diana caught her with a hand on her shoulder and spun the sorceress around. “One last thing, ” Diana said. She held out another sword belt, complete with another rust worn sword and sun-bleached, leather scabbard. “I don’t know how to use that, ” Zatanna admitted as she took hold of the scabbard. “There won’t be much use for me in any situation that requires this. ” Diana looked at her again, her brows knit in confusion. “You misunderstand, sister, ” Diana said. “It does not matter if you use it or not, I want whatever is waiting for us in there to think you can. It will be easier to draw them in, and then, ” Diana gave a quick, heartening squeeze of Zatanna’s shoulder. “Then you show them what you’re capable of. ” ★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★ “Damn, ” Zatanna said. She glared at the fire some hundred yards ahead of them, an hour after their trek began. “We’ve already circled the island. ” “That isn’t our fire, ” Diana said, bringing the bow to her hand. In a single, graceful motion she nocked an arrow and drew it back. She stepped in front of Zatanna and made her way toward the fire, her eyes scanning. “Zatanna, stay—” The Amazon’s voice was chased down her throat by another, a colder one that set the hairs on Zatanna’s neck on end. It said, “Princess. ” Both women whirled to find a man standing behind them, smiling in the direction of Diana. His hair was wild, overgrown in a manner than complemented his beard, but nothing else. He wore gold plate over a tunic so white and so clean, it was surely enchanted. His feet were bare, and his hands caked in soot. Beneath the tangles, he appeared to be a man of middle years, but his eyes looked younger. They seemed to dance as they settled on Diana. Diana, after a moment, seemed to recognize the man. She let her bow arm slacken and returned the arrow to her quiver, then approached the man. They clasped forearms and she greeted him, “Hello Hermes. ” The two exchanged pleasantries, and carried on in a dialect of ancient greek that Zatanna feigned ignorance of, both for the sake of politeness and suspicion of the so called god. When their formalities had reached a natural end, Hermes spoke. “It seems Zeus brought us together. ” “Did he now? I’m here for Circe, ” Diana said, nodding toward the jungle. “My business is my own. ” “And mine, ” Hermes said. “Was with you, after a word with her. ” “You knew I would come here? ” Diana asked. “Not at all, a happy coincidence, ” Hermes said, his eyes dancing again. He folded his hands behind his back and made his way back to his fire. The Amazon and the Sorceress followed, and each settled atop one of four logs laid in a square around the burning heart. His only company seemed to be two skulls resting atop the last of the logs, one had a rather large hole in the center of its forehead. The other wore a helmet, an almost flat, iron thing smeared with dried flecks of much and blood. On either side were two gold wings, still shining despite their obvious age. “Hera bid me wait here until Circe returned, she didn’t like that. The witch stole my sandals, ” he said, sighing. “And my cap, ” he added, absentmindedly running a hand through his wild hair. “I see you found the cap, at least, ” Zatanna said. Hermes turned to regard her for the first time— It was uncomfortable. The eyes were no longer dancing when they focused on the Sorceress, they were hollowed. As if he looked at nothing. “That isn’t mine, magos, ” he replied. “Some poor soul that dressed in my manner, perhaps. I don’t know how he got here…” “Hermes, ” Diana said, cutting in. The man faced her, his eyes sparkling to life once again. “Did my mother leave word? ” “Yes. ” “What did she say? ” Hermes raised an eyebrow and nodded toward Zatanna, then said, “Not in front of the mortal. ” “She is my friend—” “No, ” Hermes said, his tone deadpan. His eyes darkened as he drew his gaze to Zatanna once more. He looked down and drew away the sand beneath his feet, exposing a square package wrapped in a worn cape. Hermes brought it up and held it out to Zatanna, “I borrowed this from Circe while she was away. I admit ignorance on the subject, but I recognize a book of spells when I see it. ” Zatanna took hold of the wrapped book, more eagerly than she had intended to, and undid the cloth bundle. It was lighter than she expected, given the size of the bundle. The volume was a deep mauve, an unnatural color of leather that complimented the unnatural knowledge within. She carefully undid the simple knot holding the cover in place and opened the plain cover to reveal the script within. The pages were a shade of black like swatches of night sky, complete with greek letters glowing like constellations. Zatanna ran a finger along the page, it felt like vellum, but smoother. “Her barrier is on page forty-nine, ” Hermes said. Zatanna looked up and met his dead gaze, then nodded. She stood and turned to approach the jungle, pausing only to hold a hand over the fire. “ Wollof em, ” Zatanna said. She stepped away from the camp and walked toward the jungle, several tufts of fire in her wake. ★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★ The day whiled away, Diana sat at the fire and spoke with Hermes. Their conversation may have taken a turn toward the serious, given the stoic expression the Amazon wore. Zatanna glanced at them every now and again, but her attention was fixed on the book resting over her crossed legs. She had considered eavesdropping —it wasn’t beyond her abilities— but it felt wrong. Instead, she kept her attention directed toward the book of spells. There were more than she could learn in the time she had, more than she could learn in a lifetime. “Zatanna, can you break it? ” the Amazon asked. The sorceress, startled, felt the paper slice her forefinger. She cursed silently and drew her hand away, blood slowly pooling on the finger. She eased a stack of turned pages back into place and softly covered the tome, a reverence that was greeted by a hiss as the spine creaked back into place. “No, ” Zatanna said. “Well, yes. I could, but not with what we can gather on the beach. I doubt the argonauts carried virgin’s bones engraved by a blind priest. ” Diana’s left brow arched. “That seems rather specific. ” “No, but the directions are equally ridiculous, ” Zatanna said, sighing. “But I can make a door, and for our purposes that will do. ” The sorceress stretched out her legs and readied to rise, taking hold of Diana’s offered hand. “Is he coming? ” “Hermes? ” Diana asked. “No. He said, ‘I will find my own way, I always do. ’” “Cryptic, ” Zatanna mused. She drew down one of the fiery sprites, it hovered just above the tips of her paired right index and middle fingers. “His kind often are, ” Diana said. “I guess if you live long enough, explaining yourself becomes more than just tedious, ” Zatanna said. She began forming letters with the flame. They floated along the barrier, the ancient characters sparking as the spells reacted. Moments later, the entirety of her statement was glittering in the air against the black and green backdrop of jungle growth. “ Evig em a rood, ” Zatanna said. The letters coalesced upon one another and drifted toward the edges of her script, they framed a doorway wreathed in flame. Diana stepped forward, free of hesitation, and said, “Let’s go. ” She stepped through the ring of fire, and Zatanna followed. ★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★ Zatanna was unsure of what exactly she had expected find in the jungle. Perhaps the way she’d snuck past the barrier gave her a false sense of security. Perhaps the book of spells, now nestled within a makeshift satchel at her side, had made her think she could easily undo whatever traps waited. And perhaps there was some part of her, though she was unsure exactly which, that expected a yellow brick path to the goddess’ palace. Instead, the Amazon and the Sorceress found themselves in a flatout sprint, pursued by a pack of rotting bones. “Necromancy, ” Zatanna said, nearly stumbling as Diana ran headlong into a trio of bone soldiers ahead of them. There was a splintering thump as she bashed them with a borrowed iron buckler, they fell to pieces in a rag wrapped bundle. “Poor souls, ” Diana said. “Circe makes a mockery of everything. Has she no caution against the wrath of Hades? ” She wasn’t out of breath, but color crept across her cheeks. A flush. She enjoyed the fight. “I think we’re going in circles, ” Zatanna gasped as she came to a halt. “I am unable to fly here, ” Diana said. “Are you? ” “I already tried, ” Zatanna replied. “She must have warded against that as well. ” Zatanna scowled, not willing to admit a begrudging admiration. Though she had control of the Shadowcrest, she hadn’t built it. Those secrets were lost to her. Diana came to an abrupt halt, turned on her heel and jolted right through the dense undergrowth. Zatanna followed, gasping. The two arrived were in a clearing, the flat face of a mountain on one end. “A dead end, ” Zatanna said, catching her breath. Diana frowned, then drew her bow. “In a multitude of ways, ” she said. The dead crept through the surrounding greenery, easing their way into the clearing. “I’m sorry, ” she added. “I’ll hold them as long as I can. Run. ” Zatanna stared blankly at the Princess for scant seconds, then sighed and drew the sword fastened at her hip. “I don’t take orders from you, your Highness, ” Zatanna said, a smirk drawing itself across her lips. “Now I understand how my mother felt, ” Diana said, shaking her head. “Stand ready, sister, they’re coming. ” “ Dnefed em, ” Zatanna whispered. The sword floated away from her hand and put itself into a guard position in front of her, as if wielded by some invisible warrior. She grinned in Diana’s direction as the Amazon fired off a volley of arrows in rapid succession, her arms nearly mechanical in their precision. The line of the dead failed to wane, however, and throngs of the rotting forms continued to bleed from the greenery. They formed a line as Diana felled another dozen with inhuman swiftness. “Hades, ” Diana scowled, her fingers grasping the air above her empty quiver. The line of the dead, emboldened, let out a cry that should have been impossible. Bones didn’t have lungs, it was as if their very souls were crying out. Diana took hold of the buckler and drew her borrowed blade, then tapped the flat of her blade against the shield in a steady rhythm. “Come then. ” “ Nrub meht, ” Zatanna said, calling forth fire that scored a half dozen hits among the ever growing line of dead soldiers. They simply stepped over their fallen and reformed their line, as if they waited for something. “ Nruter reh sworra, ” she added. Diana’s arrows, those not broken beyond use, darted back toward her quiver. There was a low, steady growl from the shadow behind them, followed by a rhythm of pulsing earth that drowned out the clang of Diana’s. Zatanna continued to summon pillars of flame, they burned through the ranks of the dead until they formed a path, a path they did not fill. “There’s our way out, ” Zatanna said, preparing to step forward just as the crook of her arm was caught by Diana. “No, ” Diana said. “That path was not made for us, something is coming. ” Almost synched to her declaration, the head of a man appeared among the green. It looked to be floating, and was far larger than any normal human head, nearly three times as wide across and twice that from forehead to chin. The rest of the oddity stepped through the bush and revealed itself. It had a long mane of mud brown hair, so long it trailed the ground in front of it’s front legs, which were scaled like an alligator’s. It’s body was that of a lion, but with three pairs of legs instead of the normal two. Each of the six legs had the same scaled hide and long, smooth claws jutting from their paws. No, not claws, they looked more like tusks as they dug into the ground with every step. Zatanna took a step back as the whole of the beast was bathed in the dim light of the clearing, it was vile. Vile in a way that was only matched by its stench, like rotting meat boiling under a summer sun. At the end of the form was a forked tail, it split into three whip like prehensile appendages capped with the broad heads of shovel-like spears. It seemed to notice her anxiety, and turned its attention toward the young witch. It bared a row of teeth as its lips parted in a wicked smile, teeth that would have been at home in a shark’s mouth. It began to chuckle in her direction, dark eyes curved down in apparent joy. “I’ll take the large one, ” Diana said, stepping ahead of Zatanna. “You handle the dead. ” “I can help, ” Zatanna protested. “I can do something. ” Diana smiled, “You haven’t noticed yet? ” “Noticed what? ” Zatanna asked. “Your magic is weaker here, ” Diana said, shrugging. “The trees have been siphoning the energy from your spells. I suspect that is why they keep finding us. ” “Shit, ” Zatanna said. “I didn’t—” “I have a keen eye for these things, ” Diana said, she took another step toward the beast. “Today is not the day we join the Wonder, ” she said. It felt like a promise. The Amazon charged at the beast, who snarled in her direction and lashed out with one of the tusk ornamented paws of its front legs. Diana stopped short and shot up, into the sky, spinning in the air. She dropped, hammering her way into the outstretched paw and pinning it to the ground. The beast howled, then jumped back. Steel grated against its scales as the sword’s edge split its paw, the blade held firmly in place by Diana’s sure grip. Zatanna, emboldened, turned back to the approaching horde of the dead. She burned some, and her floating sword worked its way through several more. Diana shouted something, but she couldn’t hear it. Explosive concussions deafened her, and the artifacts of her flurried spellwork filled the air. If her powers were less potent, then the only option available to her was volume. The ranks thinned, then filled, and thinned again. It was, to an extent, pointless. Zatanna felt something tug on her wrist, but the haze made it impossible to see. The only thing visible among the cinder and ash was one of the spear tipped tails, slithering its way through the air, toward her. ★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★ A dull lit space, garnished by curtains of various colors and printed patterns. There was a pleasant scent in the air, something that gave it a spiced flavor. Zatanna looked down at her hands, smaller than they were a moment ago. How old was she, twelve? Thirteen? She didn’t remember this place, or this night. Her knees were clutched tight by her arms, a gesture of safety. Was she dreaming? “Sweetheart. ” Zatanna looked up. She was met by a woman’s face, smiling down on her. The woman had dark hair, smiling green eyes, and a wandering hand that found its way beneath Zatanna’s chin. “You haven’t eaten anything. ” “I’m not hungry, ” Zatanna said, reflexively. It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but she didn’t seem to have a choice. The woman snapped and a bowl appeared in her hand, she warmed it by twirling her finger just overhead. “Food makes us mirthful, child, ” the woman said. “Please, have some. ” Zatanna took the bowl in her hands, the warm porcelain was a comfort in of itself. She took a few sips of the broth within, then looked up to find the woman had retreated behind the curtains. “Are you a sorceress? ” Zatanna asked. The woman stepped through the curtain again, she tugged absentmindedly at a scarf of brocaded red silk around her neck and smiled down at the girl, “No. ” “But you know magic, ” Zatanna insisted. “I was, ” the woman said. “Now, I’m something else. ” “Could you teach me? ” “Teach you? ” the woman asked. “Perhaps, child. ” There was a knock on a door somewhere in the shadow beyond the curtain. The woman smiled at her then stepped through again. Zatanna sipped on her broth and sat in silence a moment, before a new voice spoke from the shadow. “Xanadu, ” said the new voice, a man’s. It was graveled, but warm in its way. “Where’s the girl? ” “Hello, Richard, ” the woman named Xanadu said. “Please, let yourself in. ” “Don’t fuck with me today, ” replied the man named Richard. “Where is she? ” “What business is that of yours? ” Xanadu asked. “John entrusted her to me. ” “John’s gone, ” Richard said. “He’s dead? ” Xanadu asked, her voice a near whisper. “No, I don’t think so, ” Richard replied. “I don’t know. It happened fast. ” “Then she stays here, ” Xanadu said. “No, ” Richard replied. “John and I had plans. ” “Fuck your plans, ” Xanadu said. “She has potential. More potential than a back alley charlatan like you would understand. Go back to hunting ghosts, Detective. ” “Charlatan? ” Richard said. “I’m not the one dressing up in a thousand colorful rags to look ‘mystic. ’ I’m taking the girl, Rose and I will keep her safe. ” “Safe? ” Xanadu adopted a mocking tone. “Where the hell is ‘safe’ at this point? Her mother is dead. Her father is likely dead. If he hasn’t caught wind of her already, Peck will find her soon enough. ” “She’s a child, ” Richard said. “We’ll run, we’ll hide. She needs a chance to grow up. ” “She’s a soldier, ” Xanadu replied. “Your soft heart will be the death of us. ” “I’m taking her, ” Richard insisted. Beyond the veil, a pulsing red light appeared in a pair of thin fingered hands. “You can try. ” A new voice cut in, colder and lower than the others, “Zatanna Zatara, there you are. ” ★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★ Zatanna’s thoughts drifted back to the clearing. All around her, the dead were frozen in place. Their bodies swayed in the motions of a dread waltz, but were wholly unable to break free. Their jaws hung askew at the hinges, and the few with sinew struggled to free themselves. In the center of the herd stood a tall man, his face partially in shadow. He wore a fine, tailored suit of a deep violet hue, nearly black, over a black shirt with silver buttons in the shape of seven sided starbursts. A thin, violet tie of a lighter shade was cinched around his neck. Though his face was obscured, piercing red irises glowed from deep sockets. “Look at you, ” the man said. “All grown up. You look just like my Sindella. ” “My mother? ” Zatanna asked, her jaw felt sluggish. She found herself unable to move, she too was bound by whatever held the dead in place. Her eyes darted to her left, hoping to find Diana, but she could not see her. “You wound me, child, ” the man said. “Did your mother never tell you of the stalwart soul that took her in when her own parents died? ” Zatanna tried to scowl, but failed. She glared at the man, then spoke, “She kept a diary, in it she spoke of a mad warlock who murdered her parents, then kidnapped her. ” “Circumstances are a matter of perspective, ” the man said. “Take, for example, the ones that find us here. You crippled my poor Romalthi, he whimpers in the corner every night. To you, he was a villain. To me, he was a son. And so I sent my beloved Philomela after you, and still you survive! ” His name drifted to the forefront of her thoughts, remembering the exile’s words. “You’re Brother Night, ” she said. Brother Night smiled, revealing a row of silver teeth as he stepped into the light. His skin was pale, but knotted like bark in a way that invited shadows. “And you’re irrelevant, ” he said, musing. His hands were folded behind his back, but he brought one out to reveal a small gem, no bigger than an apple resting in his hand. It was black as night, a solid mass of irregular edges in an oblong, oval shape. “I have waited a very long time to find this, but there was never a way into this place. And yet, the fates brought us together.... Now it’s mine. ” “What is it? ” Zatanna asked. “Something that fails to live up to its name, ” he said. “You have that in common, the last Zatara I met nearly killed me. ” He held up the jewel to the light, it blotted out the sun in front of him. “You and this heart. ” Brother Night held the jewel up for a moment, a rather long moment that stretched to the point of discomfort. A woman stepped out from behind him, a woman Zatanna knew very well. She wore a simple, white cotton shift and her hair was a series of golden waves that hung loose. She had the same icy blue eyes as her daughter, the same pale skin, and the same coy smile. “Mom, ” Zatanna whispered. “Yes and no, ” the woman said, smiling. “I hoped this form would put you at ease, child. ” Zatanna looked at her, then to Brother Night. The man was still frozen in place. “This brute means to kill you, ” the woman said. “This island means to do the same, let me help. My book has many secrets, secrets you will learn in time, but for now you need to listen to me. ” “Your book? ” Zatanna said. “This is Circe’s. ” “She wrote what I taught, then bound me to it, ” the woman said. “I’m a phantom of what I was, a piece of a greater whole bound to a single volume. ” The specter in the shape of her mother imparted a spell in Zatanna’s mind, something that flowed from her in a dialect she didn’t quite understand. The scene around her unfroze, the invisible chains broken and the dead loosed. They creaked back from their statuesque stance and turned their attentions toward Zatanna and Brother Night. He lowered his prize and took a step back. “Who taught you to toy with the dead? ” he asked. His eyes drew on the space beside him, where the specter in the shape of her mother had stood just a moment ago. “I’m not playing with you today, bitch. Go back to your abyss. ” He stepped back into a haze of shadow and vanished. “We will finish this later, girl. ” The specter was eerily silent, and Zatanna turned to her right and spotted Diana. The Princess was surrounded by a crowd of the dead, and muttering to herself in a frantic fashion. Zatanna took a step toward her, the dead drifting past the sorceress. They gave her a wide berth, avoided her as commanded. Zatanna looked down at her wrist and saw the Amazon’s lasso tied to her wrist, a last attempt to save her. The great beast was slain, its green blood seeped from wounds gifted by Diana’s sword. The last, and fatal, one was buried hilt deep in the creature’s skull. Around it, some hundred dead were scattered in pieces. The battle, it seemed, had raged for some time. Zatanna stepped closer to Diana, the dead parted to allow her passage. “Diana? ” she said, uncertain. “Can you hear me? ” “Please, Sable…” Diana said. “You know I wouldn’t. ” “Diana, ” Zatanna said. She stepped her way closer, three of the dead were beside her. Two held her by the arms, one by the throat. Her eyes were vacant, but her voice was filled with emotion. “No, I—, ” Diana began, then paused at a slight catch in her throat. “You’re right. I wasn’t strong enough. ” Zatanna took the opposite end of the lasso in hand and tied a matching knot around Diana’s right wrist, mindful of the dead. They didn’t seem to notice her, in fact, they almost showed deference. Whatever spell the specter had put on her, it kept then placid. “Diana, ” she repeated, tugging on the lasso to try and move the Princess. She didn’t move. “You’re cheating, ” spoke a voice from no particular direction. “Sneaking through my barrier, bewitching my did the half-breed find you? ” “Circe, ” the words barely escaped Zatanna before a cackle echoed all around. “She is a noble one, isn’t she? ” Circe said. “I’ll make you an offer, little witch. Leave that book on the ground… I know you have it…. And I will let you leave. ” “My souvenir? ” Zatanna asked, adopting her best attempt at an innocent face. “I think I’ll keep this, it’s kind of a family tradition. ” “Hah! ” Circe said. “That work is beyond you, mortal. ” “It was beyond you too, apparently, ” Zatanna said, aware of the growing smugness within her. “Tell me, who did you steal it from? ” “I stole nothing, ” Circe replied. “And you would have me go to war for your sins? You—, ” Diana muttered. “Ah, her and her beloved, ” Circe cooed. “A tale to rival any of our great tragedies. ” “No, I did. I truly did, Sable. As princess I couldn’t… love, ” Diana muttered, hoarse. “I couldn’t afford that I loved you. ” “Love, ” Circe said. “The greatest weakness of all. ” “You’re one to speak of weakness, surrounded by dead men and monsters, ” Zatanna said, gesturing to the clearing. “What’s the matter, can’t you come down and face her on your own? ” “Why? I’ve won, ” Circe said. “Have you? ” Zatanna asked in reply. With a wave of her hand, the sorceress forced the jungle around her to wilt. “It’s dying. Everything you built is dying now. ” “And? ” Circe said. The voice had direction now, the facade of the dense canopy was withering at an ever increasing pace. Within moments, she saw the island for what it was: sand and stone. The wall of the mountain was gone, the gates of a palace of white stone now stood in its place. “All a lie, ” Zatanna said. “Goddess of Magic, what a joke. ” “You have a foul mouth, ” Circe said. Zatanna knew now the voice was coming from the palace, though this fact offered little comfort for the young sorceress as she taunted a goddess. “Come then, I’ll add your tongue to my collection. ” The doors of the palace swung open, two attendants in stood at either end, nearly naked but for a few discrete places swathed in linen. “Well, ” Zatanna muttered. “That was a shit plan, but it worked. ” Circe floated toward the sorceress, violet light surging from her fingertips. A wry smile had settled on her face, but her eyes apparently failed to share the sentiment. “I know, ” Diana said. There was a small tug on Zatanna’s wrist, it had done its work. Zatanna spared the briefest glance, caught Diana’s eye, and looked up at the goddess. “Here I am, witch, ” Circe said. “What will you do now? ” “Now? ” Zatanna asked. “Now, I’ll say Nas Ocsicnarf! ” Behind the goddess, a window tore into the world and cut her off from her precious palace. Zatanna hurled herself forward, and Diana did the same. Both women leaped into the air, the lasso taut between their wrists and caught Circe in its grasp. Had the goddess had time to react to their absurd plan, she would have thwarted it with ease. This, thankfully, was not the case as all three women hurdled into the skies of San Francisco. ★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜★ Diana found her feet first, then helped Zatanna to hers. The goddess lay beside them, propped up on one arm. “You saved me, ” Diana said, smiling at the sorceress. “You saved me first, ” Zatanna replied with a smile of her own. “How very touching, ” Circe scoffed. “ Nosaj, ” Zatanna canted, summoning her cohort through the doors of the Shadowcrest. Jason appeared one street over, stepping through with a glass of wine in one hand. Upon witnessing the scene, he discarded the glass and sighed. “I have a message for you, ” Zatanna began. She felt the specter’s hand rest on her shoulder, imparting new wisdom. “Save it, ” Circe said. “I’m going home. ” Zatanna nearly beamed, “That’s the message: ‘You can never go home. ’” “Hecate, ” Circe said, nearly at a whisper. Zatanna nodded, far more enthusiastically than she intended. “You wouldn’t. ” Zatanna mimed locking a door and tossing away the key, her smile ever broader. << ^^First | < ^^Previous | Next ^^> Coming March 1st.

Richard Jewell Review:
Directed by Clint Eastwood, Richard Jewell follows an American security guard, Richard Jewell (Paul Walter Hauser) as he saves thousands of lives from an exploding bomb at the 1996 Olympics, but is vilified by journalists and the press who falsely reported that he was a terrorist. To be honest I wasn't even going to write a review in this. It's been well over a week and I've been so busy with everything that I had no time. I skipped writing a a review for the miniseries Mrs. Fletcher (which is good; B+ and just writing shorter reviews lately. This one will be short again since I don't remember everything super clear. It's not that I didn't like this, but I just haven't had the time. I actually found myself liking this movie a little more than I expected. Watching the trailer I had hardly any interest in seeing this to be honest. Clint Eastwood starred and directed The Mule last year and I think he's a good director and actor. Everyone freaked out when he said he was done acting and basically everyone saw The Mule, at least in my town. I liked it when I saw it but I've grown to have less of an interest in it as time went by. That's what I thought Richard Jewell would be like. Sure, there's the chance that I won't want to rewatch it as much as I visit movies again as frequent as I do, but I liked it more than The Mule. The direction was all there and good from Eastwood. I wouldn't say he did anything spectacular with directing but he never seems to make a bad movie. Where Richard Jewell shines is with Paul Walter Hauser as Richard Jewell. I'm just always surprised with his work. He was in I, Tonya and I loved him, then BlacKkKlansman, followed by the under appreciated movie Late Night, and now this. Hauser has become one of the best actors right now it seems, yet no one really knows about him. This is his best performance and I'd love to see him in more leading roles. The other performance I really liked was Sam Rockwell. He's another actor that's just great with every role he's given. Playing Watson Bryant won't be a role he'll be well known for in the future but I thought he did such a fine job. Kathy Bates just recently got the Golden Globe nomination for best supporting actress for this movie and I love her work. I'm just very surprised she received a nomination. She did very well like always but there isn't a scene that sticks out from other supporting actress this year with great performances. Kathy isn't bad by all means, I just think maybe someone else could've gotten the nomination. Overall really nice acting. The movie follows the same sort of typical biopic hero setup as some others with the tones and conflicts lining up in certain spots. It's a good story. Only a few times did it actually drag just a little. It's over two hours and some of it could've been taken out. The very beginning felt a little awkward to me because it took place a few years before the main story just to show where he worked up from. Maybe they could've taken that bit out and just talked about it in another spot. Those were my only main issues with this movie. I'm very surprised at how much it under performed at the box office, especially for a Clint Eastwood movie. I'd suggest seeing Richard Jewell. It's a good movie with great performances.
My Grade: B.

Richard Jewell was done wrong so severely that it makes you think about things. He believed in the American way and was a simple man trying to do right. The media frenzy around him was not only unjust but disturbing in that until his Atty got involved the media did not want to own up to their mistakes. Richard's atty did bring justice to Richard and even after he passed away helped bring his story to a successful conclusion.

The FBI and the media basically killed him at 44. The actual suspect was found and convicted but no one hears about him. When the FBI screws up, they never admit to it and never will. They are not your friends and don't even wear suits anymore. They look slovenly these days. I live 30 minutes from Centennial Park. I was about 11 when it happened. Η μπαλάντα του ρίτσαρντ τζούελ. Media is guilty of treason, look what they are trying to do to the best president in history. Η ΜπÎλάντΠτου ÎίτσÎρντ ÎÎούici pour voir. I love how Paul Walter Hauser's characters since I, Tonya are slowly gaining more IQ. Η ΜπÎλάντΠτου ÎίτσÎρντ ÎÎούici pour accéder. He was presumed Guilty.

I had no idea Clint Eastwood still directed films. どっか見たことある顔のような... Stingray. Η ΜπÎλάντΠτου ÎίτσÎρντ ÎÎούici pour visiter le site. Η ΜπÎλάντΠτου ÎίτσÎρντ ÎÎούici pour visiter. The FBI and and gov't TO THIS DAY refuse to apologize for this. This man when to his grave with the weight of this on his shoulder.

 

1. Columnist: Oscar Rivera
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