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Name~Morgandy
Class~ Warrior Age~ 18 Picture~http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s...g?t=1178655036 Relationship~Does not plan on getting one. Personality~ Very sercuity consious, down to earth, fiery temper when mad, does not trust people at first (espically if they came from mortal terroity (SP) ), loves animals, protects at all costs. Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby |
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ooc: Morgandy is a very pretty name.
bic: The village was set in the forest, a deep forest no one could find their way in, except the elves, of course. Magic had been set around it to make it so they could never get lost; magic that was of no use to mortal humans. I, Adeilinna, have walked through these forests for many years. In fact, over 150. When I was ten, yes, ten elven years, my parents moved here from mortal lands. We were in a small village that was away from the reaches of humans, but one of our traitors, who had used magic to appear as a human but still have elven qualities like speed and stamina, drove us out. We came here, to the forest. I stopped and stared at a tree bustling with life. "Life is so wonderful," I raised two hands to the sky and summoned a short burst of rain. Some screams of surprise erupted from the village in the valley below me, but I paid no attention. Mother would give me a hard lesson later. I picked up a squirrel that had been sitting and twirled it around. It made no attempt to bite me. It just stared, and I stared back. I set it gently on the ground and turned around, bumping into a girl, who appeared to be a warrior. "Hello," I greeted. "My name is Lyn, which is short for Adeilinna, or 'long life.' What are you doing out here? Are you not just a warrior?" I asked her. ooc: We all start above the valley, and that is where we meet and (hopefully) become friends. |
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OOC: Thanks
Bic: I noticed a girl about my age, maybe younger. I hid. Then, when I felt no threat, I walked up to her. "Hi, Lyn. I'm Morgandy. Yes, I am a warrior and you are a guardian. Didn't your clan just move out here from the mortal land?" I asked, my hand on a dagger. Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby |
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"Mortal land...ah, I barely remember those days, over 150 years ago," I sighed. "I was ten elven years old then, and a traitor, long dead, found our clan and pushed us back into the forest. My sister was killed during that because she tried to stand up for us and keep us where we had been for centuries. How did you know I was a guardian?" I put a finger on my sword and a blue bolt shot from the end. "I didn't do anything like that, did I?"
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"Your weapon. Guardians would destroy such a small weapon, defenders uses bows, and priests use their magic. Quite simple, actually," I said. "If you looked at my weapon you would know what I am. Only when I was little did I use something as weak as a dagger or bow. Now I am much older and experienced. I am ready to almost move to a staff, which can hold even more magic than my body can," I shot a bolt towards a we.ed, and it crippled. Destroyers of nature, I scolded. How could the Gods create such a nasty thing?
ooc: You can't say w.eed...maybe referring to Mari.juana...:/ |
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"Well, I've this for like ever. It was my mother's. I use it for gathering herbs and other things that they healers need. I have a much stronger sword at my house." I said, a little offended.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby |
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ooc: I should go as well. Sis wants me to watch "Heroes" even though we have missed the entire season. Joy.
bic: "By the way you looked, you must've been offended by me saying that we would destroy such small weapons. Most warriors have large weapons, as well as smaller ones they use when there is no threat of danger. We have a lot of power, but not with the sword as much. We really don't use the actual blade to strike, but the magic that comes from them. Sending magic through a dagger or bow would...kill...it," I slipped off my shoes. "Mother insists on me looking nice. I say, whatever. I mean, I do not wear heals in battle," I laughed. "Well, Morgandy, I must go. Mother will be waiting for my powers to start the fire, seeing as she has no magic of her own, poor old thing," I sighed. "It was pleasant talking to you." |
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Name: Mirage (Aka: Mira)
Class: Healer/Priest (User of Dark Magic) Age: 16 ![]() Relationship: Gerik (Bio next post) Name: Gerik Class: Warrior Age: 18 ![]() Relationship: Mirage They have a Love/Hate relationship. They fight a lot, but they secretly love each other. XD [Visit my dA]
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