| Subject: .:|A Nameless Fear|:. |
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VannaVarg
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Date Posted: 17:39:20 12/01/02 Sun
Author Host/IP: 12.228.127.158
.:|darkness comes to the land, shadows move so that none can tell what is an illusion or reality. Detaching herself from the shadows at the edge of the lands, the dark maiden stalks in, prowling. Her eyes are clear, they have no color at all. They pierce all, ground, stone, flesh. A wicked smile appears on her face, the face that has been twisted into a thing of hate and evil. She reminds one of a wolf, prowling, hunting. For a huntress she is...|:.
.:|.Dubbed.|:.
VannaVarg
("Golden Wolf")
.:|.Gend'r.|:.
Female
.:|.Species.|:.
She was once an Elf, but has since changed dramatically.
.:|.Persona.|:.
Dare you find out? You may not live to figure out her twisted secrets.
.:|.Past.|:.
She was once an Elf, a little golden girl, the star of her family. But her father was a known rebel against the Elves, so they exiled her family. While wandering the plains beyond the Misty Mountains, the servants of Mordor captured them, taking them to Barad Dur and torturing them. Known she serves Evil alone, as an assassin. Her talent is killing, swiftly and quietly. The rest of her family didn't survive the torture, dying in front of her young eyes. Know, a grown woman, she has come into the full spirit of her Evil, knowing only hate, malice, death, and above all, pain.
...Fear has a new name...
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