<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jay Hendricks<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>City/Province:</strong>Hot Springs, Arkansas<br/><strong>Social Status:</strong>Disabled, sngle<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bakery<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open,Group 2<br/><hr/>"Don't worry mother, It'll be alright" Iona said. For some, it was a nightmare. For Jay, the body of Iona functioned better than his. It was a dream come true. He could live out his days in a virtual reality. He was only about 5 miles from the old Army/Navy hospital that still had a medical floor. Jay figured he'd be taken there. Iona's spear came to life "As for that final boss... Better hope it's something big, BECAUSE IT'S GOT IONA DRAGONSHARD ON ITS ASS!" she screamed thrusting the flaming glaive into the air. In a quieter but more resolute voice that echoed faintly off the walls "Anyone who does not fear the death of the Nerve Gear, Let's grind! We've got work to do."<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sheet and stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/Iona-Cut-off.jpg)</div><strong>DnD Online Avatar</strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Iona Dragonshard</strong> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12578=620053)</span><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Human<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Class(es):</strong> Savage Barbarian (Archetype) 1<br/></div></div>