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Post by Thius on Jul 19, 2006 2:28:30 GMT -5
This will begin about in an era of turmoil...goverments trying to overtake one another...people following one person because they can protect them...yet still there is peace in the secluded areas away from big cities. In one of those cities we find Aidas leaving his family starting out to make his way in the world. Aidas bends over to give his crying mother Laura. His sister clutches to his tunic as he turns to his father Kirst as he gives Aidas his piece of advice as he stares directly into those startling green eyes that he welcomed into the world. "Don't let any man rule your future, you have control of your own future and the only way another man can take that away is if you let them. " "I won't father" Aidas says as he turns his eyes onto his little sister who now was positively sobbing. He picks her up in his arms and gives her the biggest squeeze. "Yoouuu'lll coommme baackkk wonn'tt yoouuuu?!" She let out. "Of course," Aidas said "I'll see you when I have a trade and maybe even a wife if I'm lucky." "Don't be too hasty!" His mother called to him as he begins his journey. Aidas can't help but smile as he thinks about his childhood in that little house. (Okay this might be a little stupid so please help me make it sound better!! Thanks that will be all I write for now!)
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Post by Thius on Aug 21, 2006 2:49:33 GMT -5
Is anyone else going to start a person?
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 6, 2006 23:46:11 GMT -5
Dash walked slowly, the click of his boot nails on the smooth cobble stones drowned out by the happy bustle of humanity. He jostled his way down the busy street, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city. He was tall, for a human, standing a half head taller than the average man with straight back and purposeful stride. He was thin, not scrawny but with a kind of whip thin strength honed on years of combat. His form was obscured by a great dusty leather travelling cloack that billowed as he moved, revealing snatches of leather armor and gleaming blades. Icy blue eyes pierced the air before him, cutting a wake through the throng from under firey eyebrows and brilliant red hair as stained with the dust of travel as the rest of him. The tip of a scar peeked from above his high collar and the weathered look in his eye spoke of winters of blood and steel. He cut the crowd like a shark amongst minows, prowling relentlessley towards his destination.
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Post by Thius on Sept 11, 2006 14:49:09 GMT -5
I think we should move this thread to the other one I don;t like my Character...
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 11, 2006 22:01:35 GMT -5
((whatever, or you could just create another charachter in the other RP thread.))
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Post by Thius on Sept 17, 2006 22:16:23 GMT -5
that could work.
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Post by dashrendar on Sept 21, 2006 17:36:40 GMT -5
Whatevah floats yah boat. Except whatever it is do it quickly, cause both of the treads are dying for want of attention.
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