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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 9:15 pm
The Face Behind the Mask | For what's in a name... I suppose introductions are in order, as some may not know who lies behind the face of Wish here on Gaia. Though I don't really see how you are still reading this, as there are far more interesting things that lie within, but seeing as you are, I may as well attempt to do a good job at it. I'm not too fond of personal intros, so there will be very little about me physically, and intentionally, though personality wise, I shall detail for your personal reading. As there is nothing further to say here, I suppose I shall begin the introductions.
Well hello there. I am Wish, known in life beyond the internet as Michie, or Dante. At a mere eighteen years old, I haven't seen much in the ways of the world, though I believe that I've been to my own personal hell and back, causing me to mature a bit more in some ways, and remain immature in others. I tend to allow myself to become the mediator in many things, since I deal with others better than I deal with myself. Although this leads to more stress on my part, I take it on gladly. I enjoy horses and outdoor activities, just as much as I love to sit down and be on my computer.
Once aspiring to be a veterinarian, I now find myself with the dream of becoming a Graphic designer, with a minor in Theatre Tech work. Although I currently work at Taco Smell Taco Bell, in long, grueling shifts in front of hot food all day, not allowed to eat it ( ;; ), I still aspire to do more, like getting back into work as a Kennel Technician. RP wise, I've been writing for around 6 years now, and I enjoy real challenges, like this will be, I'm sure.
Anyways. I do believe you've probably had enough of me, by this point. Therefore, I shall do the logical thing, and turn you over to the wonderful world of the character who lies in store for you to find out about.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:35 am
Elatha Latis Cerunnos | A Warrior's Way
Name: Elatha Latis Cerunnos
Age: 17
Hometown: Nhord
Class: Mage -- Ice | SorceressThe Form | Tier One Quote: » » » User Information
Username: -_Wish of the Goddess_-
Tier Level: One
» » » The Sacrifice» General Information
Name: Elatha Latis Cerunnos
Age: 17
Hometown: Nhord
Class: Mage -- Ice | Sorceress
Weapon: Staff
» Detailed Information
Approximate Height: 5'9"
Body Build: A small bit slimmer than most Nhords, Athletic and toned.
Hair Color: Pale White-Blond
Hair Style: Feathered with bangs, Braids thrown in sparsely here and there, each ended in either a feather, or bead, of some sort, perhaps some fur patches. The top part of her hair is tied back, in a half-ponytail, braids thrown in there as well, though smaller, leaving the rest of her hair to fall long over her back.
Eye Color: Pale jade green-blue, one blind
Skin Tone: A soft milky peach color
Expression: Cool and even, or perhaps passionate and fiercely competitive. The first is the norm, though the second is common in an adrenaline-filled situation, such as a Hunt.
Detailed Clothes Description: Clothing almost always begins at the top. When she was about 16, she made a tanned leather tunic of a skin, leaving the fur on the inside. The top of it folds out into a hood, that is practically invisible, seeming to be a fluffy collar. Beneath it is usually worn a thick cotton shirt, white in color, to keep her arms and stomach warm, as the leather tunic ends above the navel. Below them is a pair of dark brown pants, closely fitted to her form. Her boots are made of tanned furs, like the top, wrapped from ankle to just under her knees, by leather cording.
Weapon Description:
Hand to Hand weapon: A knife made primarily of bone, with a leather-wrapped handle, the sheath made of leather as well, usually hanging from her belt.
Staff: The young Nhord finds herself in possession of a staff of which she is quite fond. Usually attached to her back, the thing is made of a material quite often assumed to be bone or a pale wood, it's rather plain from the bottom, up until it reaches the top. The top of the staff is almost like a cage, shaped in a labyrinth-like swirl. At the center of the cage is a blue-white crystal, shaped in an oval cut, and hanging in the midst of its cage-like confinement by what seems to be a strip of brown leather.
Accessories:
Earrings:
Left ear -- Studs in the ear, silver, only two
Right ear -- One hoop, Gold, with a sapphire bead on it, a feather of white, with a black tip
Hair Beads:
One: Brown wood hourglass-shape
Two: Sapphire beads
Three: Gold rings
» Personal Information
Personality:
Like many of her people, the first thing to know about Elatha is her pride. She is sure of herself, and sure of her ability. Oft times she can hold this to a fault, being tow-headed, and unlikely to budge on a subject she believes she is right about. The seventeen year old is often calm and composed, preferring to watch before acting. She seems to be able to think well, and work around difficult situations by choosing her battles and assessing the strengths and weaknesses of her opponent. In battle, however, she is a completely different person, taken by the vigor of the fight. Whilst in its thrall, she is passionate, wild, and often unpredictable. She acts almost entirely on instinct, intent on victory to further her reputation.
Behind the pride, cool nature, and love for the fight, there is more. She also enjoys gentler things, often taking time away from other people, to hole herself up in a room to sew. This being the only thing she remembers from her mother, Elatha takes it very seriously. To the young woman, it is a connection that she would not have otherwise, to the one who raised her up until her death at the girl's age of 9. She keeps up the front of strength for the fact that she is frightened of being seen as too effeminate. The fact that her father did not approve of any form of weakness did not help this aversion to her own self, and is what caused most of her drive to prove herself.
The Nhord has a need to be recognized, either as a fighter, or as a person. She can not accept friendship easily, not one to trust others until she's known them a long time. In her mind, camaraderie outside of battle is useless. Again, much of this stems from her Father's teachings, as she clung to his way of life after the death of her mother.
History:
Born in a small village in the Nhordic country, she was the younger of the children born to Ullier and Atla. From a young age, she was raised primarily by her mother. Atla, being a woman in every respect of the word, taught the young girl a woman's trade, sewing her own clothing. At the time, Elatha didn't quite appreciate it, and often took the times she was not dragged into the house to go wandering. From the age she could walk, to the age of six, the petite girl enjoyed running around after her twin brothers. However, one day, this got her into trouble. At six, she was still rather...dense about some of the more dangerous creatures of her region.
A cat, about the same size as the girl, lynx-like in appearance, made its appearance before her. In her childish innocence, she gleefully made her way towards it, and it was then that the incident occurred in which she lost her eye. Being foolish enough to try to pet it, the thing took it as an invasion and snapped out a paw, claws snapping across the child's eye. Elatha stumbled back into the village, crying, and it took around a month for her father to accept that the child had been blinded.
She found herself rather glad for the injury as time wore on though. After her mother died, her father took her under his wing, training her to become a warrior like her twin brothers. She took to hunting like a fish to water, showing a talent for it, and even for the scraps she got in with some of the older boys in the village. No matter how many times she won, however, she still often lost. Most of the time, it was thanks to her handicap. The blindness did cause problems, but it still pushed Elatha to try even harder.
When she couldn't manage to best Skatha and Bragi, she moved on to Slepnir. This was the beginning of the rivalry between the two siblings. It began with an accidental slip on Slepnir's part that caused a 14 year old Elatha to win a fight against him. Wounded in pride that he'd been beaten by his younger sibling, the young man took to trying to get back at her in any way possible, which often included childish pranks.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 12:15 pm
The Reflection | What I See In The Mirror  Quiet, Observant, serious. All are things reflected within not only her physical appearance, but her person as well. Standing at a solid 5'9" at seventeen years old, the Nhord is built a little slimmer than most of her people. Despite this, however, she still retains a rather solid build, with a long, powerful neck, sloping into broad shoulders and well toned arms. Her hands are a mite wider in palm, leading into long fingers, though the skin is decorated in callouses, from the life she's led amongst her people. From her face, eyes of soft jade and blue cross stare, one blinded from a scar that mars from brow to lower cheek, and is made of three separate, jagged gashes. Cheek bones are high and proud, and the broader bridge of the nose and squared jaw give her a strong-set appearance.
Broad shoulders lead down towards a decently endowed chest, and sturdy abdomen, her abdomen muscled from her inability to simply sit still, preferring to be running with the warriors. Hips are wide, and set into legs made strong from years of running to keep up with men on the Hunt. She bears the marks of fights, as small little scars, and the occasional off-set bone here and there, though she doesn't see them as imperfections. To the young Nhord, they are marks of which she is proud, as they show her mettle. Hair of pale blond frames her strong face, and is often pulled part of the way back, decorated with braids, each ended in something different. Some are decorated with blue beads, others with carved wooden pieces, and some even with things from wild creatures, such as feathers, or bits of fur.
Sometimes tangled, the hair falls to her lower back, and somehow, she still doesn't see it as getting in her way, even when it occasionally impedes her. That, she says, is the fault of her eye. Her clothing style is slightly warmer dress, as she lived nearer the North-Western part of the Nhord's homeland, used to the chilly climates. She wears a leather tunic, with a gray-brown fur ruff, from some sort of creature one can only assume was a kill at some point. The tunic cuts off at the stomach, revealing a thick white shirt underneath, that t clings to her form, and covers her arms, keeping her warm. The pants are made of some form of heavy cloth, a deep brown in color, with a belt of black wrapping around to keep them up. Off the belt hangs a knife of some bone and leather, given to her by her father, something she never is without, for the sentiment of it.
Though, as a mage, the knife is not a primary weapon. The young Nhord finds herself in possession of a staff of which she is quite fond. Usually attached to her back, the thing is made of a material quite often assumed to be bone or a pale wood, it's rather plain from the bottom, up until it reaches the top. The top of the staff is almost like a cage, shaped in a labyrinth-like swirl. At the center of the cage is a blue-white crystal, shaped in an oval cut, and hanging in the midst of its cage-like confinement by what seems to be a strip of brown leather. When received, Elatha will hardly be seen without it, as it will be another mark of pride for her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 12:40 pm
True Nature | What Lies Beneath the Surface Like many of her people, the first thing to know about Elatha is her pride. She is sure of herself, and sure of her ability. Oft times she can hold this to a fault, being tow-headed, and unlikely to budge on a subject she believes she is right about. The seventeen year old is often calm and composed, preferring to watch before acting. She seems to be able to think well, and work around difficult situations by choosing her battles and assessing the strengths and weaknesses of her opponent. In battle, however, she is a completely different person, taken by the vigor of the fight. Whilst in its thrall, she is passionate, wild, and often unpredictable. She acts almost entirely on instinct, intent on victory to further her reputation.
Behind the pride, cool nature, and love for the fight, there is more. She also enjoys gentler things, often taking time away from other people, to hole herself up in a room to sew. This being the only thing she remembers from her mother, Elatha takes it very seriously. To the young woman, it is a connection that she would not have otherwise, to the one who raised her up until her death at the girl's age of 9. She keeps up the front of strength for the fact that she is frightened of being seen as too effeminate. The fact that her father did not approve of any form of weakness did not help this aversion to her own self, and is what caused most of her drive to prove herself.
The Nhord has a need to be recognized, either as a fighter, or as a person. She can not accept friendship easily, not one to trust others until she's known them a long time. In her mind, camaraderie outside of battle is useless. Again, much of this stems from her Father's teachings, as she clung to his way of life after the death of her mother.
|| Proud ||
Hard headded, and strong of will
|| Passionate ||
Ready to push above and beyond.
|| Observant ||
The first to watch, the last to speak
|| Desperate ||
Eager to Prove herself to any she fights or trains under
|| Hard Headed ||
Stubborn and unwilling to budge on areas she's 'right' about things.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 1:24 pm
Sacrifices | The Honor was Mine Ice and snow all around, the feeling of little flakes stinging at unprotected cheeks, and the crunch of powder beneath her feet. All were just a part of every day life. Behind her tanned booted feet was a trail of red, marring the otherwise perfect white that blanketed the ground. Had the liquid been coming from the girl, perhaps it would have been cause for worry. As the Fates would have it, though, such was not the case. Behind her, attached to a corded rope she herself had made, was a large prey beast. The white of the shirt she wore was stained with the same crimson that stained the snow, proving that the Nhord had taken great pains to kill it herself. Well...perhaps not great pains, as she'd been raised by a man proud of the ways of a warrior.
Setting the cord down for a moment, she latched hands onto the fur collar of her tunic, raising the fluff about her head in a hood that was not visible normally, thanks to the way it lay against her body. As soon as her ears and cheeks were protected against the impending storm, she grappled with the bound kill once more, dragging the thing behind her, as she approached her own village. Pride lit her eyes as she saw her father standing there, expecting his daughter back from her first hunt alone. Her footfall quickened into a near-run as she dragged the beast behind her, until, slightly out of breath, she reached the 6'2" hulking man she knew as 'father'.
Stepping aside so he could see the animal, she began to speak excitedly, one good eye lighting up with anticipation of the praise she would recieve,
"See, father, how I have done for myself? I've fared well on my hunt and brought back a buck large enough to feed us well for a few weeks!" And then she fell silent, waiting for the man to tell her she'd done well. When the praise didn't come, however, she looked him in he eyes, canting her head to the side as she noted the serious expression upon her father's face, as covered in thick copper beard as it was,
"For this I am proud of you, Daughter." He spoke slowly, deep voice vibrating low in his chest. This caused some pause from the female, and she straightened her posture, her own face taking on the same serious tone,
"However, Elatha, there has been a greater honor bestowed upon you as of this day."
Confusion took the place of seriousness. A greater honor than her fist solo hunt? How could that be? It truly made no sense,
"The Elder has spoken today, Daughter, and you have been chosen to become a Sacrifice." At that, his face lit up, and he clasped her shoulders with meaty hands, grip firm, and a grin splitting his usually stern countenance,
"Such an honor, I thought my family would never receive! But here my own daughter has become the Sacrifice!" For a moment, all Elatha could do was stare at him, shocked by his words. Shame struck her when the first thing that entered her mind was,
/Let him be lying./ She'd JUST become worthy of being a warrior! Her first kill alone should have proven that. However....the status of a Sacrifice....and chosen by the Elder nonetheless....She only wished she had not felt that pang of horrible guilt. It was an honor after all.
For but a moment longer, mutinous thoughts ran through her head. If only she'd not been so eager to prove herself as a fighter. If only she'd stuck to her mother's ways, rather than her fathers. If only....she'd not been noticed. Those thoughts were pushed aside, though as she smiled back at her father, full lips parting in a bright expression of joy,
"A high honor indeed, father. One I will gladly take on. I am eager to follow the path the Elder has laid before me." Handing her father her kill, she crossed her arm over her chest, fist gently clenching as she stood taller,
"I shall go speak with the Elder, Father." But before she could leave, she felt her father's hand take hers, pressing a solid object into her palm. Looking down, her eyes widened,
"Father....your knife?" It was a knife that Ulleir himself had made some years back, before his marriage to the girl's mother. Looking down at it, tears pricked her vision, only until she'd noticed they were there.
"I thank you father, and I only pray you will continue to take pride in me, and my brothers shall fare well in our village." Turning before he could speak again, she let long legs carry herself in a quick pace towards the Elder's home,the knife in her hands a heavy reminder of what she was facing. No matter how high the honor...She still wished that she might have had a chance at her dreams.
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"I suppose you have a reason for interrupting me from my prayers?" Blond hair was brushed back over her shoulder, as she turned to face a young man. Her off-setting eyes watched him, and when he declined to respond, she heaved a heavy sigh, the seriousness on her face a heavy burden for a child of 17 years. Her head turned back to a small statue, set in a tiny wooden structure, only just protected from the snow and ice that swirled around it. Closing her eyes, a prayer passes her lips, "Mother....The news I've recieved is heavy, and I beg your help....May your children protect me as I-"
"So you're the Sacrifice, Elatha? Truly?" The boy's voice was bitter, causing the Nhord to look over at him once more, eyes sharp, angry. The young man was none other than her brother, only two years her senior, and still as a younger sibling,
"Slepnir Ullierson....This is a burden as well as an honor, and I would APPRECIATE it if you would not cause such turmoil the day before I leave." And yet still the expression of disdain for the girl before him remained.
"Why do YOU get the honor of the Sacrifice, 'Latha?! You don't even want it! I can see it in your eyes, and I will bet that Father is not even aware you do not wish to go!" Startled out of her call upon the Mother Goddess, Elatha whirled to her feet, driving a fist into the larger Nhord's stomach, and shoving him to the ground, setting her foot upon his chest. Eyes burned in anger, and she spoke sharply,
"This is an Honor I gladly take on, Slepnir. I am frightened, yes. I am worried, even more so. I am not so ungrateful that I would say no to the honor of the Sacrifice, and your suggestion to that I would is unwelcome. I can best you in a fight, Slepnir." Letting him up, she gave him a look of cruel indifference, "And because you are simply jealous, does not give you a right to be petty."
When her brother let out an angry growl, and lowered himself into a crouch to spring, into her hand came their father's knife, fingers gripping into the hilt of the thing as she lowered her own body into a crouch. The sight of it in her hand caused the elder to reel back, staring. She knew he'd realized that this meant there was no way to take her place. Though, she spoke softly to comfort him,
"With me gone, Slepnir...." Her voice was quiet, and her head turned down, and away, body facing the small temple once again, to hide the tears that made their way down her face, freezing as they fell from her warm skin,
"You can become the stronger hunter, and take the place at Father's side. Be glad, and become a warrior our Village can be proud of." Since there was no way for him to respond to that, she waited, listening as he finally walked away, footfalls heavy. Then, Elatha Latis Cerunnos let herself weep. Looking to the statue, she begged,
"Why did you choose me? Why must I be the one to be Sacrificed? It is the greatest honor, but I thought....I thought that I would become a great warrior, to serve you, and become an example of some sort, that the Gods can work with us..." As usual, silence met her inquiry....and she was left in the snow, to contemplate what she was to do next.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:03 pm
Familial Relations | The Life I've Lead
Father
-- Ullier Lofnson --
♦ 52
♦ Widower of 8 years
♦ A proud warrior, raising his children to be the same, wanting them to be strong and able to out-do most of the other warriors of the village.
♦ Careful, Shows very little emotion, Serious
Mother
-- Atla Shoney Cerunnos --
♦ 44, Deceased
♦ Warm and gentle, a woman in every respect; Spent most of her time cleaning, cooking, or sewing, teaching her daughter what she could.
♦ Fertile, having borne 4 sons, a stillborn daughter, and Elatha before her death.
Brothers
-- Camalus Ullierson --
♦ 25
♦ Eldest, known for his studious personality; Hopeful to become the next Elder
♦ Little connection to Elatha
-- Skatha Ullierson --
♦ 22
♦ Twin to Bragi; Two handed sword wielder, better with war, than hunting
♦ Favors Elatha over any of his other family, very close to his sister.
-- Bragi Ullierson --
♦ 22
♦ Twin to Skatha; Knife wielder, better with hunting than war
♦ Close to Elatha, though not as much so as his brother, seeing their mother in her.
-- Slepnir Ullierson --
♦ 19
♦ Youngest male of the family;Hunter, though still training with his father to become better.
♦ Though he is older, reacts more as a younger brother to Elatha, reacting to her with petty pranks.
Sisters
-- Latiaran Cerunnos --
♦ Stillborn
Life Before the Sacrifice
Born in a small village in the Nhordic country, she was the younger of the children born to Ullier and Atla. From a young age, she was raised primarily by her mother. Atla, being a woman in every respect of the word, taught the young girl a woman's trade, sewing her own clothing. At the time, Elatha didn't quite appreciate it, and often took the times she was not dragged into the house to go wandering. From the age she could walk, to the age of six, the petite girl enjoyed running around after her twin brothers. However, one day, this got her into trouble. At six, she was still rather...dense about some of the more dangerous creatures of her region.
A cat, about the same size as the girl, lynx-like in appearance, made its appearance before her. In her childish innocence, she gleefully made her way towards it, and it was then that the incident occurred in which she lost her eye. Being foolish enough to try to pet it, the thing took it as an invasion and snapped out a paw, claws snapping across the child's eye. Elatha stumbled back into the village, crying, and it took around a month for her father to accept that the child had been blinded.
She found herself rather glad for the injury as time wore on though. After her mother died, her father took her under his wing, training her to become a warrior like her twin brothers. She took to hunting like a fish to water, showing a talent for it, and even for the scraps she got in with some of the older boys in the village. No matter how many times she won, however, she still often lost. Most of the time, it was thanks to her handicap. The blindness did cause problems, but it still pushed Elatha to try even harder.
When she couldn't manage to best Skatha and Bragi, she moved on to Slepnir. This was the beginning of the rivalry between the two siblings. It began with an accidental slip on Slepnir's part that caused a 14 year old Elatha to win a fight against him. Wounded in pride that he'd been beaten by his younger sibling, the young man took to trying to get back at her in any way possible, which often included childish pranks.
Current State of Affairs
Elatha was soon to become a warrior, had it not been for the summons to become a sacrifice. Though she accepts the fact that she is now to become a Sacrifice, she often finds herself wishing she could have continued on the Warrior's path that had been laid out before her prior to the news. High honor or no, she had a plan for her life, and knew where it was going. For that to suddely be ripped away was painful, and hard to come to terms with. However, as it's such a great honor, and seems to please her father (which is hard to do), she has come to terms with it and (outwardly) treats the obligation as an unparalleled honor.
The Future State of Affairs
Despite the fact that she's lived a long time as a weapons-based or hand-to-hand fighter, it is her nature in all that makes her a better mage. Passionate and emotional in a fight, but well controlled in a normal environment, she manages to keep herself in a manner well distanced from any emotional situation that does not include a fight. Elatha's ability with hand to hand as well, however, will come in handy, should a lack of magic arise in any way, shape, or form. Though she will adjust quickly to her new life, the young woman will have a rather distinct problem with relations amongst others. Not one to socialize, more one to watch, she won't have too many friends until she is coaxed from her shell....
Be careful of this young woman when she knows you well. Friends are only enemies you want to keep close to you, because they have the higher potential of hurting you. So she will be....quite the force to be reckoned with....especially when crossed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 4:17 pm
Wish agrees wholeheartedly to abide by all disclaimers and copyrights to the ideas, art, etc. set forth by Ciphar and its staff.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:05 pm
I must say, I adore your character concept. I'm struggling to find any critique for you at the moment, except for one minor detail. Perhaps you could move the form up into the second post? Unless, of course, you plan to add more to it. The A Warrior's Way post just seems like a good place for your Tier One form to go.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 8:28 am
EDITED: Form moved to - Warrior's Way
Edit made: Sacrifice has been edited to include interaction of the religious nature!
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:58 am
I really like your story for her and the part with the lynx as well as the fact she did not want to go. Only problem I have is one that I think I am missing the point on somehow... Quote: Despite the fact that she's lived a long time as a weapons-based or hand-to-hand fighter, it is her nature in all that makes her a better mage. Passionate and emotional in a fight, but well controlled in a normal environment, she manages to keep herself in a manner well distanced from any emotional situation that does not include a fight. Elatha's ability with hand to hand as well, however, will come in handy, should a lack of magic arise in any way, shape, or form. Though she will adjust quickly to her new life, the young woman will have a rather distinct problem with relations amongst others. Not one to socialize, more one to watch, she won't have too many friends until she is coaxed from her shell....
Be careful of this young woman when she knows you well. Why be careful of her when she knows you? I mean you also said that she's well-controlled in normal environment, keeps herself well distanced from any emotional situation, and she's not one to socialize, so why would a friend have to watch out more than a stranger? Just kind of confused me on that point. I would think that it would be those whom she does not know that should be wary of her. Not those she considers acquaintances or friends. It just seemed a bit contradictory on this one point to me. Unless it's hit your friends and hit your enemies harder, lol. I could see that within her easily.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:40 pm
Thanks for the critique. I made a modification to the Profile to detail the last bit that confused you~ ^^ She has a tendency to keep people.....at a distance, and like I added, friends are only enemies to keep closer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:18 pm
That works very well. I can totally see that in her.
Good luck! heart
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