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Areya Stormbringer Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 4:47 pm
This game is a bit tougher than just rating the avatar above you. Instead in 2 or more paragraphs you will describe them. Write as if you are in a room and that avatar walked in. It doesn't matter what kind, a bar, airport lounge, restaurant, etc... You know nothing about them or their character.
Your challenge is to describe them and what you assume their personality is like just from their avatar's looks.
For a short example: As she walked in, I could tell trouble followed her just by her I don't give a damn stance and the way she had her hand on her hip. Her shiny raven black hair was pinned up in a fancy way like she was wealthy but her street clothes suggested she was trying to slum it for the night.
Think you can do it? Go ahead and give it a try.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 9:05 pm
ϺΞȽΔÐϒ GЯΞϒxxxxxxxxxxA hopeful writer...
Melody was just sitting at the bar. She wondered about the other people in the room, as if each person was a character in her newest book. That was when the girl in blue walked in. It was as if the room had stopped for a moment. Melody's eyes narrowed, like a hawk searching for its prey. The girl began to wonder about this woman in blue, whom's wings seemed to take up more space than her figure.
If she were writing the woman in blue, her name would Charisma, for that is what the woman in blue oozed. She was mysterious. Everyone boy would want to be with the woman in blue. However, it wouldn't surprise Melody if the woman didn't even pay attention to her suitors. Instead she would slink to the bar, head held high, and order a shot of whiskey. Her horns and tails would flick as she looked for her next victim. The victim would like what this woman in blue would have in store. They would wish for the time to be prolonged, but the woman in blue would never indulge. Instead she would toss them aside when she had, had her fill. Just a few moment with this woman in blue would be more than a mere mortal could handle.
Melody sucked in a breath. She had suddenly realized that the woman in blue had pulled her into a trap. Melody was doing the exact thing that all men in the room were doing: staring and fixating on the woman. How could Melody be so stupid. The truth was, it wasn't Melody, it was the woman in blue.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 7:34 pm
x♏ o r r i g a n
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rage at close of day xxxxxxxx
Ŧhough wise men at their end know dark is right,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx βecause their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
➣ Night had descended, and Morrigan sat in silent contemplation upon an old bar-stool with the scent of beer and smoke fumigating the air. Her gaze moved from person to person with a neutral gaze, listening to various conversations for any interesting tidbits of knowledge. Her gaze fell upon a newcomer who had entered the quaint little joint: a woman with sky blue hair.
This woman gave Morrigan the impression of a woman attempting to dress as a "biker chick", as they were called, but on closer inspection she could see past the clothing to the person within. Her skin was pale- to pale to be one for the grand outdoors. Her exposed skin bore what appeared to be tattoos on her arms and legs, but they were devoid of color as though the woman did not need color to express herself. The woman seemed to have attempted, and failed, to hold her strangely colored hair back with a black bow, and most of her hair seemed to droop about her face. What stood out the most to Morrigan, however, was the fact that the woman's face seemed practically devoid of any emotion, as though she were searching for someone or something to inspire that "huzzah!" moment in her.
She was a writer. Morrigan knew it in an instant. The gloves on her hands undoubtedly masked a callous or two from using a pen. Having discerned all there was to know or discern from the woman. Morrigan returned her attention to her own drink and stirred it with a quick swirl, her thoughts becoming distant as the moon.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 5:54 pm
Areya sat in the medieval themed restaurant waiting for her dinner to arrive. She watched the theme dressed staff, from tavern wenches to stable boys and knights, go about their business. Areya felt silly dressed in the gown her friend had picked out. It was a bit to revealing for her style but did so because it was for her friend and she had wanted to come here for months.
Suddenly the restaurant felt different and Areya began to look around to see if she could tell why. Leaning over and looking around a column she immediately saw why. The woman who had just come into the place seemed to command everyone's attention. Areya couldn't tell if she was one of the staff or a customer though. And unlike anyone else this woman wore armor and had two very real looking swords dangling on her hips. Plus there seemed to be a shadow behind her at all times even when there was enough light that there really shouldn't be one. She had long brown hair that seemed to sway in time with her steps. And even from this distance Areya could see she had bright beautiful blue eyes most models would kill to have.The woman didn't wait to be seated and instead went to find her own table. Areya figured she must be an owner or very high valued customer to be able to do as she pleased.
She sat down in a far corner of the place with her back to the wall. Starting with one side of the restaurant and working over she began to scan the crowd. Even though her eyes were beautiful they were also a bit disconcerting as she scanned the other customers in the restaurant. It felt as if she was looking into their hearts and reading them. When her eyes fell on Areya she couldn't turn away and continued to watch the woman watch her. What must have only been seconds seemed like drawn out minutes when the lady finally nodded at Areya with a smile and continued to scan the crowd.
After that smile and nod, Areya was able to turn her attention back to her friend and their dinner feeling at ease and comfortable. It almost felt like she had been judged and deemed well by the woman.
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Areya Stormbringer Captain
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