<ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i56.tinypic.com/287ekh0.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Karyn Marsh<br/>22 years old<br/>Expertise: Memory manipulation and mind control</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>She often came here to think. The park had something of a makeshift lake at the far eastern corner that was surrounded by trees and offered quiet and camouflage. There was a dead, decaying leaf between her fingers, and she twirled it this way and that as deep, caramel eyes settled against the stillness of the water. It was like a mirror and if Karyn leaned ever so slightly over she would be able to see the waves of her golden hair and the shape of her face peering directly back at her.<br/><br/>However, something did not feel right. It was almost as though the ground was shaking; however the water did not ripple. The force was beyond the realm of the physical. Sensing the strong presence, the female dropped the leaf and slipped into the shadows created by the trees. <br/><br/>She was moving. Cutting through the rows of thick trunks, guided by a tugging at the pit of her stomach. The end of her skirt grazed the wet ground, the ends slightly frayed from wear. It had been a long time since she had felt magic this strong. Karyn was both curious and terrified at what she might find.<br/><br/>However, on the path was just a young man, perhaps only a few years younger than her. Her eyes studied his features, the sharp lines of his jaw, the strength in his body. Something did not sit quite right with her. How could someone like him possess such a presence?<br/><br/>He was foreign to her, and the woman had been trained not to trust strangers, and so, despite her better judgement she flicked her wrist and twisted her fingers elegantly through the air, sending a magical force his way. The spell was but a light whisper against the pink of her lips. For a moment all she could do was watch, until the spell bounced against the man without harming him, and came rebounding back to her. There was no time to contain it and before long she had become the victim of her own magic.<br/><br/>Releasing a cry of shock, her body was sent flying backwards, knocked against a wide trunk before crumbling down on her hands and knees in a pile of wet leaves. Karyn was gasping in pain, her back bruised and possibly bleeding from the impact, though her mind was elsewhere. How had he managed to deflect that? There was no way he had seen her, Karyn had taken care to stay well-hidden and out of his sight.<br/><br/>Who <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> he?<br/></ul>