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Date Posted: 18:18:50 07/19/05 Tue
Author: Hadyn
Subject: Demon in My View

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Name: Hadyn

Age: appears about 27

Gender: Male

Appearance: Hadyn stands tall at 6�3�, he has Romanesque features such as a square jaw and prominent nose on a very attractive, almost beautiful, face. His body is well built and well kept, and not a scar can be found on his entire person. He has long black hair to just below his shoulders and it waves slightly, though it is generally tied back loosely with a crimson ribbon. His eyes are black, though many choose to believe they are merely deep brown. He walks with a grace uncommon to mortals; it is as though he glides on air never touching the earth. His voice is deep and silky, even mesmerizing in its musicality.

Class Level: High Priest of Demonte, God of the Underworld and afterlife.

Profession: High Priest
Short Sample of how you RP:

It was a dark and stormy night... Isn�t that how these sorts of things always begin? Well, let me be the first to tell you, that is not always the case. It was neither dark, nor stormy, the day my parents were taken from me. It was broad daylight, a warm breeze in the summer air, the smell of magnolias and sea salt burning my nostrils. And smoke. Now that I think about it, I�m not sure that I truly smelled the smoke; it is only now that I look back with foresight that I remember it. My horse, she spooked and raised onto her hind feet furiously, throwing me from her back. I remember landing flat on my back and watching in dismay as she ran away from me, heading home. That�s when I knew something was wrong.

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[ read inside --- >] -- EL2, 14:27:33 07/20/05 Wed