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Date Posted: 16:50:56 01/02/02 Wed
Author: ....Moriyah...?
Author Host/IP: 66.37.75.72
Subject: Whee. Joining.

--Name: Moriyah Kh'lorra

--Age: 22

--Race: Elf (with a hint of merfolk. New blood! Ahaha!)

--Appearance: Moriyah is a frail figure, almost looking as if she could break at any moment. She would be quite the beautiful figure, have not for her past and current fragility. Her hair is a soft strawberry blonde, having hues of shimmering golds and even deep reds blended in. The many shaded locks fall just past her shoulders, though it seems they were cut quite jaggedly, some strands falling in layers that come shorter or longer than the rest. Her skin is pale, only slight bit of rose coloring her cheeks. Her eyes are large -- alert pools of the purest silver glowing against her ashen face. The rest of her features are small and delicate, from her thin, rarely smiling lips, to the gentle point of her ears. Her body is, as said, quite thin, and almost shockingly so. It appears that if she got any thinner, her bones would be showing. She�s short in height, doubtfully even as tall as the average woman is. Her legs are peculiar, showing her not-so-distant heritage. Scales of maroon, cerulean, gold and white dot from her feet, all the way up her legs, but they are by no means overpowering, only a subtle glint can be seen from under a skirt. But all across her body, there are other markings, scars, even paler than the rest of her skin. Her arms, legs, and stomach are all tainted with these markings, but they show most numerous on her back. Bruises show of past treatment, having yet to disappear. Both are markers of the life she fled from.

--Strengths: A clear knowledge of right and wrong, and when fear subsides, she'll almost always do the thing she thinks right in her heart. She also can sense people's intentions, leading to an even deeper telepathic ability, but these are rarely even uncovered.

--Weaknesses: A great fear of men (watch all the men come and greet her.) She's withdrawn, and will rarely act under even the direst of circumstances.

--Please choose one of the following as your "class": The rules page said put wanderers under Jack-of-All-Trades, so that's what she is!

--Please state what your ability is in: I'm not sure if that wee bit of telepathy is magic, so it's just 'Special'.

--Personality: She's shy, and would rather not ever talk to anyone for the rest of her days. Her past has lead her to distrust and generally fear almost all men, and rarely even any women. It'll have to be a special person indeed to take her out of this shell. But deep in her soul, she's rather lonely, craving someone she can trust, but knows far better. She could possibly be a playful, humorous person, but time will only tell what progresses.

--Background: Moriyah�s parents were a high classed Lord and Lady. It was on her father�s side she received her merfolk heritage, as his own mother was a mermaid. For the first thirteen years of her life, she was treated with the utmost care, learning the finest of things from horseback riding to literature, and loved dearly. But then, several months into her thirteenth year, while travelling with her parents marauders captured the family. Right before her eyes her parents were killed, then turned on Moriyah to do horrible things. Weeks later she was sold into slavery. For the next five years of her life she worked harder than ever, but when she hit eighteen, her master saw her with a new light. Becoming his �favorite� slave from then on, her life turned harder than ever. He abused her, practically raping her every time he laid his eyes on her. Bruises formed, scars appeared, and slowly Moriyah sunk into the timid nature that she lives by now. In her third year of being the favorite, she fought back, striking a vase over her master�s head and fleeing from his home. She wandered to this land, now a shadow of what she once was. Perhaps this country won�t be as harsh as her life.

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