<div class="floatright">(http://www.mf08s.com/m/ent/uploadfile/201103/24/20110324124458763.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valerie 'Myriad' Dobson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119101.msg5198980#msg5198980)<br/>Sex: Female  Age: 24<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Game Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Saves</strong>: Tough: +1, Fort: +4, Ref: +5, Will: +4<br/>Attack Bonus: +4 (Ranged: +4, Melee: +6, Grapple: +7)<br/>Attacks: Unarmed Attack, +6 (DC 16)<br/>Defense: +6  (Flat-footed: +3), Knockback: +0<br/>Initiative: +2<br/>Val 1(NYC) Health:  Hero Points: 0<br/></div></div><hr/><strong>NYC, Safehouse</strong><br/><br/>"Put them out there." Myriad said quietly after a moments thought. "Call it a memorial to what was to be. Or the road yet travelled." She offered after some thought on it. "The road from now to your time was one of mistakes and failure. Part of them were mine if what you told me is true. But understand, you will most likely be considered a modern day Cassandra. Mad till your prophecies come true. I wold suggest showing some light as well as darkness. A glimmer of hope that things can be changed." She considered her own role in the failure of things to come. What had she done wrong?