<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919232329-9eb928b7.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Virgin Flower</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Orchid</span></span><br/><em>Druid of Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8521); 40 HP (Current 40); AC 16<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Orchid's mind raced as she ran through the forest. She had spent numerous years in her youth learning these woods, and it seems today it had paid off. The wind swept her south in a dizzying pattern. Left and right she would run, her eyes scanning the area up ahead. Xysis's voice ringed in her ears. He had mentioned<em>keeper</em>and<em>friends</em>.<br/><br/>In her heart she knew he did not mean the Druid circle she was from. Instead her heart raced as she thought that maybe the path lead beyond the safe sanctuary of her forest home. Her long elven ears, pierced in multiple areas twitched as she heard the calls of the wild life. "Come Azrael, quickly!" she called out. Her ever faithful companion ran a few feet to the right of her, keeping a close watch for her safety.<br/><br/>The Druid wore little, basic leather armor, cut and torn in areas to allow for optimal moving. Her legs bound in tight leather straps from the knees down. A long flowing loincloth to keep her modesty. Leather bracers adorned her tribal tattooed arms. A wild a free spirit she was, just like the nature she worshiped.