.... ooc name: Allie
.... current characters: None
.... how you found us: Fate c. 2011
.... your character's initial fight stats: Glass Canon
....a role play sample (200+ words):
and finally a bit about your character...
Treva arrives to Relic Lore from a faraway place, searching for an uncharted path to new adventures. [Meanwhile, Allie has forgotten how to code and now has grey hairs.]
.... current characters: None
.... how you found us: Fate c. 2011
.... your character's initial fight stats: Glass Canon
....a role play sample (200+ words):
She wasn't ready to sleep yet.
Instead she'd laid at the mouth of her earthen den, soaking up the peace and quiet of the night and listening to the songs of the crickets come and go. In all honesty, she savored her alone time. It was only every now and again that the familiar pang of loneliness would creep over her like dust settling in a place the wind didn't blow. Slowly and drawn out. Building up until a helping hand swept it away. Fortunately, this wasn't one of those nights. No, tonight she was content - just unable to settle down enough to drift off. Rising to her feet with a good shake, she figured she might as well head over to the falls for a drink. If the walk didn't do the trick, maybe she'd lay on the bank and gaze at the stars or something.
Rising to her feet with a good shake, she took her time in making her way.
Eventually she'd weaved through the still forest down more than one familiar path before the lake came into view. Reflected on the mirror-like surface of its waters was a ripply, silver moon. The sound of the water tumbling down from the ridge was soothing - white noise for a busy mind, perhaps. Without paying any mind to much of anything else, the girl ventured over to the sandy dirt of the shore, dipped her toes in and lapped up her fill. After a time, when the breeze blew just right, she caught the scent that always made her heart skip at least one beat, usually in a good way.
Askan.
Lifting her head to breathe it in deep with the water still lapping at her ankles, she looked for him. On the rest of the shoreline. In the shadows between the old trees. Along the weathered boulders that had long ago fallen from the ridge's stony rise. But, she couldn't find him. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Encouraging her to think of something - or someone - special out here in the moonlight? Surely not. Finally lifting her gaze a bit higher, they fell upon his dark, brooding form, perched atop like a king on his throne. Thump-thump, went the rhythm in her chest. She didn't know if he'd seen her there or noticed the sounds of her arrival; probably not, as he appeared to be deep in thought.
"Hey," she called out, a couple of sways to her tail as she regarded him with pale, curious eyes.
Instead she'd laid at the mouth of her earthen den, soaking up the peace and quiet of the night and listening to the songs of the crickets come and go. In all honesty, she savored her alone time. It was only every now and again that the familiar pang of loneliness would creep over her like dust settling in a place the wind didn't blow. Slowly and drawn out. Building up until a helping hand swept it away. Fortunately, this wasn't one of those nights. No, tonight she was content - just unable to settle down enough to drift off. Rising to her feet with a good shake, she figured she might as well head over to the falls for a drink. If the walk didn't do the trick, maybe she'd lay on the bank and gaze at the stars or something.
Rising to her feet with a good shake, she took her time in making her way.
Eventually she'd weaved through the still forest down more than one familiar path before the lake came into view. Reflected on the mirror-like surface of its waters was a ripply, silver moon. The sound of the water tumbling down from the ridge was soothing - white noise for a busy mind, perhaps. Without paying any mind to much of anything else, the girl ventured over to the sandy dirt of the shore, dipped her toes in and lapped up her fill. After a time, when the breeze blew just right, she caught the scent that always made her heart skip at least one beat, usually in a good way.
Askan.
Lifting her head to breathe it in deep with the water still lapping at her ankles, she looked for him. On the rest of the shoreline. In the shadows between the old trees. Along the weathered boulders that had long ago fallen from the ridge's stony rise. But, she couldn't find him. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Encouraging her to think of something - or someone - special out here in the moonlight? Surely not. Finally lifting her gaze a bit higher, they fell upon his dark, brooding form, perched atop like a king on his throne. Thump-thump, went the rhythm in her chest. She didn't know if he'd seen her there or noticed the sounds of her arrival; probably not, as he appeared to be deep in thought.
"Hey," she called out, a couple of sways to her tail as she regarded him with pale, curious eyes.
and finally a bit about your character...
Treva arrives to Relic Lore from a faraway place, searching for an uncharted path to new adventures. [Meanwhile, Allie has forgotten how to code and now has grey hairs.]
