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Post by Avalon on Jul 11, 2005 0:42:43 GMT -5
Name: Avalon Lylerian Age: 25 Gender: Female Class: Sorceress Description: Black hair, down to waist, grey eyes that turn black when she is doing magic [[see picture]] Personality: Mean, Evil in an eerie way History: Parents were murdered when she was 5, she went to live with her uncle who was a mage and studied with him. When Avalon was 16 she killed him and left home. During her travels she found an injured bird, a raven, and nursed it back to health. When it was better, it wouldn't go away, so she kept it as her pet and friend.  |
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Post by Ewan on Jul 11, 2005 1:25:41 GMT -5
Nice info. But I need a two paragraph audition for me to approve this character. ^^
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Post by Avalon on Jul 12, 2005 1:05:47 GMT -5
Sorry about that, my computer screwed up and cut half of my post off =S
Here it is:
Avalon walked through the woods, thinking of the dream she had had the previos night. "What does it mean?" She asked of her longtime pet, Raven. "I do not know mistress." There arose a sudden scream coming from the eat of Avalon's current position, so she sent Raven to check it out. About 10 minutes later, Raven returned. "come quick!" he shouted at her, and she tore off through the woods, uncaring of the branches tugging at her robes. "What is it Raven?" "I'm not sure Milady."
She crashed through the clearing, and upon arrival, she spotted a young tiger. He was only about 6 months, if that, and not a few feet from him, was his mother. Avalon bent down to investigate. "Who are you, youngling?" "You speak Tiger?" he asked her, inching away slightly. "I speak a lot of things. My name is Avalon Lylerian, and this is my friend, Raven. Who are you and what happened here?" The tiger looked at his mother sadly and spoke. "My name is Tigris, and I don't know what happened, we were hunting for food, and my mother shot off, when I got here, there was a darkness. It left as soon as it saw me. I'm not sure what it was. Can you help my mother?" "Yes, I can." Avalon put her hand over the tiger, and wispered a few words. The mother rose, thanked her, and gathered up her cub as she walked away. "That was nice of you Avie." Raven landed on her shoulder.
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Post by Ewan on Jul 12, 2005 9:55:43 GMT -5
Interesting. Approved.
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