Punkrock Butterfly
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- Posted: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 21:54:19 +0000
**This is a mid. roleplay, and not futuristic. So, if you join, keep that in mind. Also, please post a profile about your character before you begin**
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Name: Arkelli
Age: She looks as if she's in her late teens, yet nobody knows how old she is
Race: Human
Description: Arkelli stands at about 5'6, and looks as if she weighs around 120lbs. Her midnight-black hair is always getting in her pale face, yet she tries to keep it tucked away behind her ears. One of the more mysterious things about her is her dark, silver eyes. Arkelli usually wears her black shirt and pants, her black boots, and her black hooded cloak, along with a moon pendant that stays around her neck.
Position/Occupation: A traveler who wanders into at least one tavern each week
Personality: Arkelli is usually sarcastic and cold, yet can be sometimes kind. She keeps to herself most of the time, and isn't the first to start a conversation unless she's feeling different than usual
Items: Her sword is just a regular old sword, yet a word is carved into the silver handle and is surrounded by small jewels. The word is Krin, and even she does not know what the meaning of it is. In her cloak pocket is her dagger, and laying next to it is a vile containing a thick red liquid. One can tell that this liquid is blood, and yet, one can also tell that there are things mixed in with the blood.
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Arkelli walks upon a dirt path that leads to the tavern, humming softly to herself. Finally, she reaches the tavern door and slowly wanders into the tavern, keeping her dark, silver eyes locked on the floor. She keeps her hands tucked away inside her pockets as she makes her way around the tables towards a vacant one in a dark, shadowed corner. Arkelli seems slightly nervous about something, yet she tries to not show it as she raises her eyes slightly to gaze mindlessly out of the window next to her table. Out of habit, she pulls her hand out of her cloak pocket and rests it on the table, tapping her long fingers lightly on the tabletop.
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Name: Arkelli
Age: She looks as if she's in her late teens, yet nobody knows how old she is
Race: Human
Description: Arkelli stands at about 5'6, and looks as if she weighs around 120lbs. Her midnight-black hair is always getting in her pale face, yet she tries to keep it tucked away behind her ears. One of the more mysterious things about her is her dark, silver eyes. Arkelli usually wears her black shirt and pants, her black boots, and her black hooded cloak, along with a moon pendant that stays around her neck.
Position/Occupation: A traveler who wanders into at least one tavern each week
Personality: Arkelli is usually sarcastic and cold, yet can be sometimes kind. She keeps to herself most of the time, and isn't the first to start a conversation unless she's feeling different than usual
Items: Her sword is just a regular old sword, yet a word is carved into the silver handle and is surrounded by small jewels. The word is Krin, and even she does not know what the meaning of it is. In her cloak pocket is her dagger, and laying next to it is a vile containing a thick red liquid. One can tell that this liquid is blood, and yet, one can also tell that there are things mixed in with the blood.
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Arkelli walks upon a dirt path that leads to the tavern, humming softly to herself. Finally, she reaches the tavern door and slowly wanders into the tavern, keeping her dark, silver eyes locked on the floor. She keeps her hands tucked away inside her pockets as she makes her way around the tables towards a vacant one in a dark, shadowed corner. Arkelli seems slightly nervous about something, yet she tries to not show it as she raises her eyes slightly to gaze mindlessly out of the window next to her table. Out of habit, she pulls her hand out of her cloak pocket and rests it on the table, tapping her long fingers lightly on the tabletop.