As i approach a corner, i stop as i sense danger. Whenever i sense it, i know that im close to one of my own. I first felt it right after i was stabbed 70 years ago, and was taught by one who somehow found me and trained me, teaching me what i needed to survive.<br/><br/>I refused to live on holy ground, and learned to fight, and make weapons, the best ever made. The master swordsmith Jace Sinclair took over my training and taught me howto make the finest weapons, that command the best prices, and speak for themselves, as the bearers live long lives.<br/><br/>Striding out, i slide my longsword out of its scabbard and approach the lone figure standing on the street. I make no move to cover my face, letting the stranger see my young looking face. My apparent youth hides the fact that im well trained, skilled, and that ive killed many that have sought me out with the intention of taking my head.<br/><br/>"And im Aurora Deverau, of the deverau family", i cry to him, identifying myself even as i havnt gone by that name in 70 years. i took the last name of Sinclair to honor my teacher 55 years ago, and face him. Holding my sword out, i swish it in front of me, distracting you just enough to get my other hand on one of my throwing knives and throw it at the latest immortal whos come for my head.<br/><br/>Not waiting to see if it hits, i run at him, swinging high, then low with my longsword, one of my best sellers. Not caring if we are seen or not, we begin to fight, battling as i know we must.<br/><br/>(i thought i was mortal before, now that i know im immortal, i thought the new changes would better fit my character. If you think i should be older, let me know)<br/><br/>