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Date Posted: 17:33:20 09/12/01 Wed
Name:Imari
E-Mail: VxStreetAngelxV@aol.com
Age:18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Of average frame, the young woman seems of athletic form with supple thew which creates sensual curves about her form. Dark ebony hair flows past her trim shoulders, though it is normally tied back in a leather strip. Grey eyes slant into an almond shape, metallic hue always glittering with newly formed schemes and ideas. The skin color of she is of dark olive hue; a permanent tan of sorts.
Personality:One of cynical viewpoints, the dark beauty seldom finds a companion to trust. Skittish, in a sense, the high strung ways of she are quite unpredictable. Mood swings often claim her happiness, sorrow, or anger. She is of extreme competition and astounding intelligence, relying mostly upon her keen mind a toned athleticism. Her manners are of rigid quality, yet manners they are. Mechanical is her etiquette for no sincere or suave quality rings true during formal gestures or engagements. A hot temper rages through her blood, and most likely all distant manners are dropped if felt insulted or threatened.
Background/History: Born of a distant, foreign land, the nomadic young woman was the spawn of innocence and malevolence. A young wizard of inexperience devoted all his time to finding a spell that would make his name well-known. The magick of which the greedy young man conjurred was rallying spirits and from the slip of his tongue an explosion occurred. The reactants were of complex magick and the product formed was Imari.
The aftermath of the experiment caused much discomfort within the land, for in this distant realm all spells have an counteraction (of some sort) with three times to power. From that time on, the youthful wizard was ostracized and quickly became an outcast. Within a few years, he died of shame and self-pity, yet his goal had been ironically achieved- many househeolds and villages spoke of his name (in anger and vengeance, of course).
After the "birth" of Imari, she was passed from town to town in search of willing parents, yet none would take her in. Just a sneeze from the girl at a young age would cause a catastrophe for "baby magick" plagued her until she was of maturing adolescence. Years drifted by, the travels of the developing female quite a routine by then, with no stable enviroment. Reaching the age of thirteen, the raven-haired female drifted off into the wilderness as an independent loner. Tough times arose and her self-training began, the young woman evolving into an adept huntress with sharp senses.
From this experience, a stand-offish beauty of self-reliance and mystery formed.
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