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Saturday, February 12, 2005

Medieval/Fantasy Role-play
I'm so sleeply. I need to go to bed, but I don't want to because I haven't been in a decent Medieval/Fantasy Role-play all night. Anyway, I'm going to post my Medieval/Fantasy character so ya'll can tell me what you think of it.

Her name is Farath.
A cloaked figure sat in the shadows near the blazing fire. The hood was pulled down low enough to submerge the figure's face in the shadows, but high enough to allow any on-looker see the figure's eyes. The eyes had rested on a nearly arrived male who had just seated himself at the bar. It's dark lavender eyes sparkled with interest as to why the male had been out on a night like this. The figure wore a black, travel worn cloak which was the most other people saw of the figure, though beneath the cloak was a black tunic and black breeches. Travel worn, leather boots protected the figure's feet. The figure stood up and moved over to the bar and settled its self on to a barstool a few feet away from the soaked male. As the figure had sat down, the cloak had opened slightly, reveling dark ebonite skin and the slender curves on the figures chest. She hastily pulled her cloak tightly around her again and order half a pint of ale. Unknown to the other people in the tavern, the female carried twin scimitars. They were identical, each one having a black hilt with a dark crimson ruby set in to the bottom of the hilts on both sides. Gold veins branched out from the rubies. The sheathes that held them were an identical design of the hilts. Also unknown to the people of the tavern, the female was a drow elf. Since most were terrified of the dark skinned cousins of the elves, the female kept her cloak on constantly so as not to draw attention to herself. She was unlike most dark elves. Instead of enjoying the evil ways of her kindred, she had found it horrible and had left to live in the realm of light. A heavy 'thud' caught her attention from behind, causing her head to snap in the sounds direction. As she turned, a lock of stark white hair fell on to the woman's chest and ended at the mid-point of the woman's stomach. She quickly pulled it back in to place with a slender hand and watched the two fallen boys. She made no move to help for there were enough people already crowding around the boys as it was.
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