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Date Posted: 06:31:13 08/19/05 Fri
Author: Ayrin
Subject: I'm joining...must send package to the monkey village!

(I am to send a package to the monkey village! Now please let me get through! -trips and falls flat on face, the package tumbling around- AGH! :D)

Name: Ayrin Aviskayl
Age: 19
Gender: Female (sorry)
Appearance: straight hip length firered hair usually in a long braid; icy purple eyes; slightly tanned fair skin; around 6 feet; slim but strong. She has a soft melodic voice. Ayrin seems to have an invisible barrier separating her feet from the ground.
Class Level: Commoner
Profession: healer and a stable assisstant

Short Sample of how you RP:
Ayrin picked up a fistful of her indigo skirt and stepped right through the ankle deep muddy puddle, careful not to dirty her clothes, sending little ripples in all directions. She was in a slight hurry to go to the stable, for the huge clock tower (did they exist during this time period?) pointed ten to eight. And she needed to arrive at the stable at eight o'clock sharp.
The clock read eight to eight. Ayrin slid past all the bustling people without knocking an elbow, and arrived just in time. She quickly changed into her old off white skirt and a faded blue tunic and hurried off to scrub down the horses and clean their stalls and give them their helping of dinner...

Your age in Real Life: 13.5 (ok...go ahead-chuck me out the window..I'm FLYING! whee! -drops- -splat- XD)
Pic: n/a
Personality: quiet with strangers; open and easily forgiving; very soft; hardly gets angry; nature loving; has a strange close bond with any horse; feels better as a follower, not leader; doesn't want to hurt anyone; sometimes makes horrifying choices because of her naturally forgiving personality.
Contact: hmm...I'll post it some other time.

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