Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters
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				Title: <strong>Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 07:49:12</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Crew Tracker</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"><strong>Position - Character - Player <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Captain - Amadaiya Solaris - Ember Star <br><br></li><li type="disc">Navigator - Dalen Toesmasher - Pentagious666 <br><br></li><li type="disc">Healer - Chiana - Curvy Kitten <br><br></li><li type="disc">Cook - Alumaya Élathrasur - Deamonbane <br><br></li><li type="disc">N/A - Deshco Corran - DartimusRae <br><br></li><li type="disc"><del>First Mate - Xanthe - Chiidori</del><br><br></li><li type="disc"><del>Surgeon - Amara Smite Snickerz</del><br><br></li><li type="disc"><del>N/A - Jorlethio Korvalith - DartimusRae </del><br><br></li><li type="disc"><del>Stormsinger - Narindi - Aadreal </del><br><br></li><li type="disc"><del>N/A - Valarian Renfold - KatKwik </del><br><br></li><li type="disc"><del>Bowman/fisherman - Aramis Orrkai - TheDreadPirateRoberts.</del> </li></ul></strong></li></ul></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 07:49:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Amadaiya-picsay.jpg)<br><strong>Ethnicity:</strong> Caucasian<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female <br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Race:</strong> Centos<br><br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance:</strong></span></div><br><strong>Hair:</strong> Dark-brown<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Brown <br><strong>Skin:</strong> Soft tan <br><strong>Weight:</strong> 118lb <br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'4" <br><strong>Other:</strong> She has a birthmark on her right hip that's somewhat in the shape of a butterfly and she has a small scar on her upper back that is from an accident when she was a child <br><br><br>Full Body Image (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Amadaiya-full-body-picsay.jpg) (this is her daily outfit)<br><br>Her Hat (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Amadaiya-hat-picsay.jpg)&nbsp; <br><br>Her Swords (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/ErinsSwords-picsay.jpg)<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br></div> <br><br><strong>Position on Ship:</strong> Captain <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Amadaiya is one of those people who can work an entire room to her advantage. She can walk the walk and talk the talk whether she's amongst royalty or thieves. She blends. She's sharp witted, intelligent, and has an skilled tongue for getting what she wants. Simply put, she can walk into a room with a goal to get something from someone, and she'll get it without that someone ever realizing what hit them. She can read people. Body language, tone of voice, very small hints. But people cannot read her. She has a perfect poker face, people don't know whether her cards or in her favor or not, and she can wait them out until they fold under the pressure.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Amadaiya grew up wealthy, a life she both loved and hated. Her father was one of the moneyed of Koann, a small city that stood proud in the upper half of Masif, known as Aslon. Isolated from other Centos cities perhaps, but worth it for the quality of goods gotten in trade from the Trithos and Peranos cities. <br><br>Her childhood consisted of being taken from place to place by her mother. Social events. Being taught how to speak, how to dress, how to fight. Everything one of the upper class needed to know. Some thought her the usual "spoiled child", but Amadaiya's greatest joy was the rare free time she got to just be a kid. With time however, Amadaiya grew into quite the figure of strength and beauty. <br><br>All that however changed five years ago.<br><br>Her father suddenly and without warning his daughter, decided to arrange a marriage for her. Arranged marriages aren't unusual in Koann. But two factors came into play. One, she did not wish have an arranged marriage, a wish her parents always told her they would respect. Two, she hated the man her father chosed for her. The eldest son of another moneyed family, their marriage would've brought much pride and good for both families. But she knew who her betroth really was, he was cruel, mean, evil women. He raped women and kicked the poor. She would not marry him. Her father would not listen. <br><br>However, her two brothers were on her side. So with their help, she ran... <br>She took to the seas with a group of traders, and set sail. This was her chance to see the world and all it had to offer ... <br><br>As she would soon find out, the traders were pirates, and as far as pirates go, they weren't a bad group, except for the Captain, he was a dirty bearded brute. <br><br>She quickly became a valuable asset. Unlike the common wenches pirates so often picked up, Amadaiya had skills. With her ability to negotiate and talk to almost anybody. She could weasel them out (or in) of any situation. After 3 years, she was promoted to First Mate. They all respected her, even the more rough of the men, the Captain included. Of course it helped that he had tried to make a move on her earlier on and it didn't work out well for him... <br><br>It was one year ago that they had a battle with another band of pirates. Bloody and fierce, with the rocking of the sea. It went on and on. Her Captain fell to the hand of one of their enemies. It was with her elvin made blades that she avenged him and won the battle with. Winning the respect of pirates everywhere. The crew, now her crew, did not argue when she took Captainship, a position she has held strong without challenge since. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 17:10:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/1017271_341292399333567_75483278_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Amara Smite<br><strong>Species (Dragon type):</strong> Centos<br><strong>Sex: </strong> Female<br><strong>Age: </strong> 23<br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Humanoid Appearance:</strong></span></div><br><strong>Hair: </strong> Long, black<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Hazel<br><strong>Skin:</strong> Soft tan<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 190 lb<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'7<br><strong>Other:</strong> She's always got some cut or another on her, and a few little scars from past "adventures"<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong></div><br><strong> Position on Ship: </strong> Surgeon<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Rather laid back, more to say "numb" to her surroundings, she does what she does to keep alive, mostly keeps her mouth shut and keeps to herself, at least she has this far in life, however, every ship is different, every crew unique so the possibilities are endless on how each situation will change her.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Amara wasn't born into the pirate life, in fact she was rather upper crust type material, at least her family was. She lived just on the coast in a large mansion, but her home was attacked, both of her parents killed and she was taken aboard her first pirate ship at age 8. She started her unwelcoming pirate career as an aid to the cook, of course seen and not heard. Course at first this didn't go well with Amara, she loved to talk and she hated to work, so she made those things both very clear. These outbursts resulted in lashings however.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As she got older the lashings got more harsh, but so did the crews she served. By age 15 she had already been on over 20 different pirate ships, she knew that her family hated pirates, but she didn't realize how much pirates hates one another. Her jobs ranged from swabbing the deck to sitting in the crows nest, nothing that took a lot of muscle though, she was a woman, and muscle was man's work. At least that's how the captains of all the ships she'd been on felt about it.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;At age 16 she moved up in the world, least in the eyes of the pirates, she became an entertainer, mostly for the captain, on those long lonely nights. She spent most of her time locked in the captain's chambers, because of this as she got moved from one ship to the next, she kept her duties the same. She hated it, she began to hate pirates even more than she thought she already did. She got to the point she would lash out, of course as she did she would again get lashings. Each ship was differing with this however, sometimes it was a whip, sometimes it was a sword, she even got a few scraps on her face with a rather sharp knife.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;By age 20 Amara had been a prisoner of 50 pirate ships. Locked away in cabins, until she found her true calling. One of her captain's got sick, she remembered some things the servants at her home had taught her and she nursed him back to health, this of course took her out of the bed chambers and put her back on deck. Not that being on deck was much more pleasant, when they called sailers sea dogs they certainly weren't kidding.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Upon the untimely demise of the captain of the last ship she was on, she ended up on The Rising Sun, as she was a surgeon on her ship before and TRS was in need of one. Of course by this time she had silent and keep to yourself rather down pat. The Rising Sun was different though, she was a surgeon before, not kicked around as much, but this ship had a woman captain, so there was a good chance she wouldn't be talked down to as well. She welcomed all the changes. Perhaps now she could enjoy the pirate life that all those she had lived with so long came to call home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 19:20:19</strong>
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				Character: Deshco Corran<br><br>Deshco (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSE-fKegqKadMnWE-B_eLlmwHYXigdFoOc2kpEIJRmfC08930I_)<br><br>Name: Deshco Corran<br>Species: Haas-Filoth<br>Sex: Male<br>Period Born: 25<br><br><br>Humanoid Appearance:<br><br>Hair: Black<br>Eyes: Blue<br>Skin: Tanned<br>Weight: 189<br>Height: 6'4"<br>Other: his arms are scarred from his training with the blades of his people. A well defined, lean, muscular frame also covered in a myriad of scars from training and fighting. He wears loose, light colored clothing when in high heat areas.<br>Race: Haas-Filoth<br><br>Information:<br><br>Personality:Deshco, while young and often seen as aloof, can get serious when the time calls for it. He’s a bit on the polyamorous side, though if a woman came along that could claim all his heart, he would be fiercely loyal. He trains with his Tier-Dran as often as he is able, considering he picked up the weapon when he was five. He learned a few other weapons styles, including throwing daggers and long swords, but the Tier-Dran are his primary defense. He hates being cold, and will complain bitterly if the temperature dips below sixty degrees.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>Background: Deshco was, like others of his people, trained young in the military ways. Combat is his religion, fighting his worship to his personal Deity. Always quick with a joke to break the serious mood, he hasn’t lost the zeal for life that many of his people lost early. He was always marked an oddity amongst his people, easy with his humor even after a bloody fight, and never seeming to let the recent deaths that happened at his hands bother him too long. As he viewed it, life was too short, and could be ended at any time; enjoy it while you had it. However, he is just as calculating and efficient as the rest of his race, dispatching any foe that comes to him. Every fight is a learning experience, and he is disappointed if he doesn’t receive even a scar in a bladed fight.<br><br>Deshco has an uncanny knack for being in the wrong place at the right time, yet still make the best of even the worst situation. He came from a fairly wealthy merchant family, so money is never too much of a concern, though he is careful with what he has. He isn’t above spoiling the object of his attention, but he definitely moderates the spending. He has little to no modesty, and the concept of privacy, not one he really grew up with. He has never lost what he would call a “real” fight, something that while he will say with some measure of pride, he is never boastful. He keeps an even head about himself, a trait beaten into him by his father in the harsh deserts where he grew up.<br><br>OOC Ons and Offs:<br><br>It is easier to list my offs, so, these are it.<br><br>Scat<br>Watersports (urine play)<br>Rape<br>Incest<br>Bestiality<br>Sissy-fication<br>Humiliation<br>Beating (though some BDSM is alright)<br><br>I can’t list everything right off the top of my head, but message me if you have any questions
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 19:21:28</strong>
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				Jorlethio Korvalith<br><br>Humanoid- Haas-Filoth (https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRVgDAg0einADt6_CueztyHzdxqCNx5jmpGpis-N1FJQsmGrxL2)<br><br><br>Name:Jorlethio Korvalith<br>Species (Dragon type): Amethyst / Haas-Filoth<br>Sex: Male<br>Age: 210<br><br>Dragon (https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS4AHNmRcUjj9WomWG08kvBJIyHbrraVQL7Qyf07Yfku3nU4ZNF)<br><br><br><br>Humanoid Appearance:<br><br>Hair: Black<br>Eyes: Blue<br>Skin: Pale<br>Weight: 210<br>Height: 6'6"<br>Other: (physical defects/mutations, overall appearance) Lean and lanky, but having natural grace. His eyes are always watching the world around him, and seemed to be filled with some sort of playful mischief. across his back, tribal style midnight purple wings trace down his back and sides, marking him as a dragon, even in human form.<br><br><br><br>Information:<br><br>Personality: Observant, quiet, reserved, team player, prankster when invoked. he won't follow anyone blindly, but can gauge people well. His trust is hard to earn, but once given, he remains loyal. Hedonistic, he would not mind having a harem of females, but can be content with just a single partner.<br><br>Background: Jorlethio (Leth for short), quickly proved to be a handful. He showed promise quickly by being slightly larger than the rest, though his draconic frame was not as bulky as any of the other Amethysts. He was long and lean, and seemed wise for his age. The first couple of weeks he spent watching quietly as the others played and explored. He was more interested in his parents and mentors though, and tried to curl up on an open back or under a wing whenever he could for nap time (though most of the time, he was ushered off by one of his parents, once the others started to complain of minor ink stains from his deep breathing while he slept.)<br><br>Once he grew into his long frame, and gained a fair bit of muscle, he was more than willing to leave the den and caves for a bit longer than all but the most daring. Even though he was a Amythyst, he was proud that he could evade notice a little more easily that the others, often stalking his prey from the ground instead of the air. His long, sinewy frame just seemed better suited to stalking and pouncing rather than diving through the trees, though he loved diving in after fish.<br><br>He formed a single rivalry with one of his siblings, one of the older Golds, Ky. He constantly stalked the younger sibling, watching and learning from the young gold about things that he had yet to discover. They had quick spats with each other, often swiftly broken up, and through out most of his early years, spent ways trying to prank and compete with his sibling. However, Gods help the creature that tried to hurt her. While they may have a long standing grudge against each other, if anyone else tried, he would be first to defend her. She was his sibling to torment and harass, no one else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 21:32:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character</span></strong></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <br>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><br><strong>Ethnicity:</strong> <br>Asian<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> <br>68<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> <br>Haas-Filoth<br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance</strong></span></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.wildsoundmovies.com/images/lethal_weapon_jet_li.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Hair:</strong> <br>Black<br><br><strong>Eyes:</strong> <br>Pale Grey<br><br><strong>Skin:</strong> <br>Gentle Tan<br><br><strong>Weight:</strong><br>60 Kg or 132 lbs.<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> <br>5 feet 6 inches<br><br><strong>Other:</strong> <br>Dresses in long flowing and yet surprisingly light robes when not in combat, to be discarded when fighting, as he fights shirtless, with a pair of loose-fitting trousers and lights boots, with gloves, padded on the inside, hardened leather on the outside, with steel caps on the knuckles. A tattoo of twin cobras goes from his shoulder blades to the back of each hand, earning his nickname, Striking Cobra. Two 12-foot long bullwhips (http://northernwhipco.com/images/10%20Foot%20LoneStar%20Bullwhip,%2016%20Plait%20Brandy.jpg) are wrapped around his waist in a sort of belt, the tips of two steel hooks. Normally used for boarding other crafts, can also be used as weapons, but he rarely does so. His main weapons are a pair of chakram (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5fyZBZldR4/Tyo1bFyKzQI/AAAAAAAABZI/OAdoLMdKels/s1600/chakram.jpg) that he usually carries around his neck as a necklace, which can be used for throwing, or as close-quarters weapons, which is why the insides of his gloves are padded. Six smaller chakram can be found on a braces on his forearms, three to each arm, too small for anything but ranged combat. And, last but not least, two small daggers are carried in a sheath in the small of his back, should all else fail.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Information</em></strong></div><br><strong>Position on Ship:</strong><br>Cook<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>Cold, reserved, known for a wit as sharp and cold as his whip-strike. His eyes are usually dull, indicating disinterest, when in fact he has an acute memory, taking in and guarding everything. Slow to make friends, and just as slow to trust, but once either is established, they are hard bonds to break, although breakable. Generally not used to small talk, and if a conversation is not 'interesting enough' for him, he is not above simply turning around and leaving while someone is in mid-sentence.<br><br>Has trouble remembering names, despite his prodigious memory, and usually refers to people by nicknames assigned by him.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong><br>Born somewhere in the deserts of the lands of the Haas. His father might have been a king or a beggar, and his mother might have been a sorceress or a pleasure woman. He never knew, and was not likely to ever find out. Fact was, he was found in a small town near the borders of the Centos lands by a travelling circus. Not cold-hearted criminals, being soft-hearted criminals, they took the child in as their own. <br><br>As he grew up, he was trained to be an acrobat, first introduced to his whips and chakram as a small child, and taught to use them in his many acts. And, as the travelling band needed protecting, he was taken under the wing of the a Trithos Mercenary that was hired as the protection of the group. He was taught to use the parts of his act for protection of himself and his 'family'. Being the useful lad that he was, he also apprenticed himself to the cook of the group, and became skilled in making tasty meals from whatever ingredients that were available on their many travels.<br><br>As happy as the young Haas was in the circus group, it was not meant for long. Attacked by a group of deserters from the Centos-Trithos war, all but him were killed, as he was negotiating the arrival of a new part to their act. Once he found out what had happened, he hunted down and killed each of the deserters that had been a part of his family's death. At the end of his revenge spree, he was in a part of the world in which the market for acrobats was little or non-existent, so he sold his charkram to the highest bidder as a mercenary. When he found out that an expedition was being prepared, he quickly signed himself up as a cook, if nothing more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 04:36:38</strong>
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				Player: Pentagious666<br>Name: Dalen Toesmasher<br>Race: Nepharian (halfling)<br>Occupation: Strongman/ navigator<br>Appearance:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Dalen</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://1-media-cdn.foolz.us/ffuuka/board/tg/image/1340/20/1340202307901.jpg)</div></div>He has spiked rusty hair and although small the muscle bound to his frame is undeniable. His eyes are a bright emerald green that almost always burn with a fury, the flesh on his bones is fair and lightly tanned. he stands no more then 3'3" and he wields a greataxe though refuses to use one sized for him.<br>Personality: Angry, mostly at his own height, but that never seems to slow him down.&nbsp; He is known for his gruffness and willful battle pride, though not necessarily his intelligence.&nbsp; He can be thrown into great fugues of rage that can be compared to that of a grizzly bear.<br>Background:&nbsp; Lost as an impling he was found by an orc who intended on making the child his next meal.&nbsp; When lifted over the pot he fought back with such ferocity even going as far as to bite the obviously superior creature, that the orc was impressed and kept him.&nbsp; His adopted childhood was harsh and he had to learn to be stronger and faster then everyone his age.&nbsp; By the time he had come to adulthood he could wrestle two of his village mates at once, and none of the younger orcs messed with the "little pale orc" after he had lost himself enraged and broke one's neck with his bare hands.&nbsp; Still the chieftan could no longer abide with such a nasty child and so banished him.&nbsp; Dalen still to this day remains angry and sodden, but never backs down from an obvious taunt.&nbsp; He was recruited to the crew for his unnatural and uncanny ability to climb rigging and read stars, though he could read nothing else.<br>(Dalen: what does the note say? GM: It says "YOU CAN'T READ!")
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiidori</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 03:58:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><br><strong> Name: </strong> Xanthe (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Lovely-girl-fantasy.jpg)<br><strong>Ethnicity:</strong> Caucasian<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female <br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Race:</strong> Centos<br><br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance:</strong></span></div><br><strong>Hair:</strong> Light Brown, with light blonde highlights.<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Brown <br><strong>Skin:</strong> Sun kissed skin<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 135 lb slight muscular build<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'6" <br><strong>Other:</strong> Her outfit (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Sexy-Black-and-White-Pirate-Costume-3947-6696.jpg)<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br><strong>Place Of Birth:</strong> Koann City, Masif <br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br></div><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Xanthe is a beautiful yet tomboyish type, always getting into some type of mischife or trouble. Her whole life it seemed to follow her. She blends in well with any crowd, being able to adapt to her surroundings. Very intellegent, yet stubborn and opinionated. She feels her way is the right way. She will steal to get what she wants and will do anything to have her way. Coming off as a spoiled self centered&nbsp; woman to most, even though she is very caring and compassionate to those who get to know her. She would risk her life for those she is loyal to, or for what she believes in. She has a hidden playful gentle side, only to those she cares about the most.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong>&nbsp; Xanthe grew up with a taste for adventure, the youth lived on the streets of her birthplace. Being born into poverty. She didn't have a easy life, learning how to steal came with ease. Sleeping on the streets, and scavaging for food to eat. Being a member of a pirate crew, starting at the age of 17 after running away from her mother and father. They abused Xanthe her whole life,treating her like garbage. She is now exploring the world and is highly respected amoung her crew. She met Amadaiya a few years later, and they became somewhat close friends. Xanthe now travels and explores the world as Amadaiya's first mate aboard The Rising Sun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 22:59:09</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Narindi<br><strong>Race:</strong>Chal'di (a sea-faring race born of the Centos and Draishok long ago)<br><strong>Sex: </strong>Female<br><strong>Age: </strong>107 (ages as does the Haas-Filoth)<br>&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance:</strong></span><br><strong>Hair: </strong>Medium Brown<br><strong>Eyes:</strong>Brown with a blue ring around the iris<br><strong>Skin:</strong>Alabaster<br><strong>Weight:</strong>156 lbs<br><strong>Height:</strong>5'11”<br><strong>Other:</strong> <br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindiintherain_zpsceb8266f.jpg)</div>Like others of her race, Narindi stands taller than women of the Centos, towering over them and nearly as tall as their men.&nbsp; The Chal'di are almost unnaturally pale with dark hair and eyes.&nbsp; Though like the other Stormsingers, Narindi's brown eyes bears a blue ring around the iris.&nbsp; She would be considered a beauty among some, though among her own people she was simply plain.&nbsp; As is tradition for the Stormsingers, Narindi wears a loose white gown covering it with a dark cloak when needed.&nbsp; The only thing that truly differentiates her from others of her kind is the brand upon her throat.&nbsp; It is still somewhat fresh, the pale skin red, irritated and scabbing.&nbsp; The design of the brand is that of a stylized wave crashing upon rocks.&nbsp; It covers from the base of her throat to just under her jaw and is just as wide.&nbsp; The injury of the brand has significantly damaged her voice, making it harsh and low.<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information</span></strong><br><strong>Position:</strong>&nbsp; Stormsinger, maker of winds and calmer of storms<br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Narindi tends towards silence, staring out at the open waters and listening to it's song.&nbsp; She is still in shock over being banished from her people, unsure where her life will lead.&nbsp; Like the ocean she feels akin to, she can range from calm and unreadable to turbulent and angry.&nbsp; Changing in an instant.&nbsp; Her people are known for their passion, be it fighting, mating, hunting, crafting or storytelling.&nbsp; However since her rebirth, Narindi has lost some of that passion.&nbsp; Still in mourning despite the nearly forty years that have passed.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Background:</strong> <br>Born upon the deck of a storm soaked of a hunting ship, Narindi came into the world among blood and lightening.&nbsp; Her father was one of the raiders, mother the healer aboard.&nbsp; Like most of her people, she grew up between the land, the sea and the timbers of a deck.&nbsp; Learning the many moods of the ocean spirits, playing among razor sharp rocks and dreaming of one day of riding the waves like their parents.&nbsp; <br><br>She lacked the drive to slaughter so Narindi found herself apprenticed on land. The more physical tasks did not suit her, nor did serving as a lorekeeper.&nbsp; In the end she was resigned to learning under the watchful eyes of the weavers and seamstresses.&nbsp; As was common, Narindi's hand was promised since birth. Fortunately for her, she and her betrothed had grown into good friends and cautiously curious lovers.&nbsp; The eve before they were to recite their vows before all, Tantos was killed on a seahunt.&nbsp; Completely devastated, Narindi threw herself into the ocean, hoping to join her love in the briny deep.&nbsp; <br><br>Water filled her lungs, the dark currents closing over her as she began to sink. The cold fingers of death embraced her, Narindi sure she could hear her lover's voice.&nbsp; But then she was forced from him.&nbsp; Washing ashore with the telltale blue rings around her eyes.&nbsp; She'd been chosen.&nbsp; The rebirth left her breaking all ties with friends and family, the Stormsingers her new family.&nbsp; Training was harsh, Narindi resisting, hating the fact that she'd been denied the chance to be with her Tantos.&nbsp; What passion she'd had before the drowning was gone though she somehow still managed to learn how to hear the song of the ocean and join in.&nbsp; To control the wind and water, to call down storms or quell them.&nbsp; While not the most powerful, she was still very young and showed great promise.&nbsp; <br><br>Raid after raid saw her on the bow of a ship, singing for the survival of the crew.&nbsp; Behaving as expected, doing nothing more than required, her heart always longing to try to plunge into the icy depths once more.&nbsp; All of that changed the night she stood against the Song Master.&nbsp; He believed the Stormsingers needed to take a more active role in the rule of the Chan'di.&nbsp; This went against all Narindi had ever been taught, ever believed.&nbsp; Many grumbled though she was the only one that stood against him.&nbsp; The end result being she was decreed a traitor, held down and branded as such.&nbsp; The screams and burning metal tore her vocal cords apart.<br><br>With little ceremony she was dumped into a plain boat, one without sails or oars, the waves controlled to push her unconscious body into the open water.&nbsp; When she woke the pain nearly made her pass out again.&nbsp; Surrounded by salt water the thirst was maddening.&nbsp; Once more she thought she could hear the voice of her love, calling to her.&nbsp; Without a home or a people, there was no reason to try and live. Ready to slip from the boat a storm broke, her body resisting death to drink up as much of the rainwater as possible.&nbsp; And so it went, each time she thought she was ready, something would happen until she realized the spirits of the water would not claim her.&nbsp; The song of the ocean lulled her to sleep and kept her company. For the first time she actually longed to join in.<br><br>The initial attempts were horrifying.&nbsp; Not only the sound of her battered voice but the excruciating pain.&nbsp; But she had to sing.&nbsp; Forcing herself through the pain she learned to finally harmonize with the song once more, having to learn everything from the start once more.&nbsp; She learned to create a storm cloud when she thirsted.&nbsp; Learned to stomach eating raw fish that she captured using the waves.&nbsp; In time her boat was found, being rescued and fed though the men that found her were not kind.&nbsp; Her refusals were met with attempts at violence, which in turn were met with a song, the winds pushing them back from her.&nbsp; They called her a witch and threatened to toss her overboard.&nbsp; To which once more she sang, building a small storm just strong enough for lightening to strike at the mast.&nbsp; Though thankfully no damage was done.&nbsp; That was the limit of her powers, the lightening having weakened her to the point of near exhaustion but it was enough.&nbsp; At the first port she disembarked, never so happy to be on land.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 02:16:12</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character</strong></span></span></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name</strong>:<br>Valarian Renfold<br><br><strong>Ethnicity</strong>:<br>Caucasian<br><br><strong>Age</strong>:<br>25<br><br><strong>Species</strong>:<br>Centos</span></span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Appearance</strong></span></span></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Hair</strong>:<br>Blonde<br><br><strong>Eyes</strong>:<br>Brown<br><br><strong>Skin</strong>:<br>Pale<br><br><strong>Height</strong>:<br>5foot 4inches<br><br><strong>Weight</strong>:<br>110lbs<br><br><strong>Other</strong>:<br>She is a quick learner and having been living comfortably all these years, her world has been turned upside down due to her circumstances. She hasn’t any real combat skills but good survival skills; she only just learnt that she can defend herself. She has no weapons or possessions at the moment. She is strong and able to work hard. </span> </span>&nbsp;<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Information</strong></span></span></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Position</strong>:<br>Unknown<br><br><strong>Personality</strong>:<br><br>She appears aloof and for the moment appears to prefer to keep her own company, but will engage when communicated with. She has a troubled past and that is reflected in her attitude towards people around her. She will automatically blend into the background but stand her ground when pushed into a corner. Her appearance and personality comes across as a typical English rose. Though she nothing like that. Her survival instinct is strong and she has the potential to be a warrior.<br><br><strong>Background</strong><br><br>Val grew up in a local town and as per the norm her marriage was arranged. She was with her husband for the duration and they were happy together. They had lived on the outskirts of the town, owning a little farm that sustained them. Together they worked at making it a home for themselves. They were married for five years when she noticed changes with him. Her husband seemed more withdrawn and isolated refusing to speak her and developing a drinking habit and a temper with it. He spent time drinking rather than working the farm with her, resulting in her having to do most things on her own. It began to get harder and she couldn’t rely on him to help her.<br><br>Things escalated with beatings and terror until he came home one night and finally snapped. They were caught up in a massive argument and he advanced and in a mammoth effort of self defence she stabbed him with the knife she had been preparing dinner with. She was horrified at that and she was arrested and sentenced to death. The farm was confiscated and she found out that her husband was delving deeper into debt with the locals. He was a closet gambler and has gambled away their nest egg and she was left destitute.<br><br>She refused to die for him, so with the help of the guard holding her she escaped and now she needed an exit strategy. She was faced with staying and facing the hangman or run. She chose to run.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 02:25:10</strong>
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				<br><br>&nbsp;<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><br><br><strong>Name: </strong> Aramis Orrkai (http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/4557761528_caa7d71a34.jpg) <br><strong>Species : </strong> Draishok<br><strong>Sex: </strong> Male <br><strong>Age: </strong> 108<br><br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Humanoid Appearance:</strong></span></div><br><strong>Hair: </strong> Obsidian Black<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Dark Green<br><strong>Skin:</strong> Above water: A light almost icy blue tint to his paler skin. Underwater:A Darker Blue, not unsimilar to the depths he likes well.<br><strong>Weight: </strong> 228<br><strong>Height: </strong> 6'4"<br><strong>Other: </strong> A V-shaped scar on his right forearm from an encounter with an eel as a foolish youth. <br><br>&nbsp;Also on the right side he has a large scar that wraps to both his chest and back, the outline of a sharks jaws. He still gets pains along this scar from time to time, he is unsure of an exact trigger for it. <br>Otherwise he has the well muscled physique that is common of his race, perhaps slightly more developed and toned then average from his experiences.<br><br>He usually dresses on simple close fitting garments that allow free range of movement both above and below the water. He wears the garments of other races as it suits his moods or purposes.<br><br>He always wears two strands of Shark Teeth around his neck, each tooth from different one of the beasts. His personal trophies of the hunts. It also serves as a means of getting respect and credibility from many of the seafarers and members of his own kind he deals with.<br>Underwater skin tone and bow (http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/SeaElf.jpg) <br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br></div><br><strong>Position On Ship:</strong> Bowman/Fisherman<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>While he is normally very upbeat and has a friendly and playful personality, he knows there is a time and place. <br><br>When he needs to get a job done he has a very serious and focused side to him as well. Though he is not entirely opposed to the two sides at times merging. <br><br>To those that earn his friendship, or even beyond that so as to be considered as family, he is fiercely loyal. He would not betray his friends for any price.<br><br>If one is observant they will sense a Darkness about him. Sometimes glimpses of it are in his eyes. Not evilness at all, but a definite darkness, along with a cold carefully bridled fury held back from most, harnessed, controlled to be focused to specific ends. May the gods help you if that focus finds you at its unleashing point.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> His Father is a fairly skillful musician in their village, performing during many of the religious events. His Mother is the Lead Hunter. She always ensured the village was very well fed, as well as protected from evil sharks and other threats. <br><br>He, as it turned out, shared both their talents. He leaned more towards his mom's side, loving to hunt and forage.<br>&nbsp;<br>He also liked scouring wrecks foind below, often finding small jewels or gold trinkets that were very useful as his village did quite a bit of trading with topsiders. Many of whom couldnt seem to get enough of the stuff. He prefered the brilliant corals and bright scales and shells of his own world. <br><br>Even more though was his love of the Dolphin pod that worked with the hunters and aided their safety. As well as the Whales that came nearby to birth their calves. He was fascinated by the huge, usually gentle, giants. He could see the intelligence in their bright eyes. He always seemed to have a special way with the creatures, both big and small. The mothers were often a bit protective of their newborns,but they always let Aramis approach, even touch and play along with the calves. With the whales and dolphins was were he spent most of his free time. As he grew older he began to pick up on patterns of whistles and clicks in similar situations, finding he could discern the general meaning many times. Also coming to recognise each individual by their unique 'voice' as they 'spoke' even if he couldnt see them. Through a great deal of practice he trained himself to mimic the clicks and whistles and was able to get some responses.<br><br>It came as no big surprise that when he came of age he chose to go off with a small pod of whales. He had always had a desire to see other parts of the world, having heard many stories from those they traded with. Making him a little more curious than leery of top-siders as well.<br><br>Rather than returning after a year or two he traveled a few various pods, hunting many sharks on the side, and acting as a protector to the whales he swam with. He eventually stuck with one in particular. He followed their lives, watched a few Old Ones go to their final dive. New lives be born and become the new generation of parents.<br><br>Then tragedy struck....the pod encountered a large whaling fleet. The fleet used a cruel, evil, technique to try and get their prey. They targeted a few straying calves, harpooning them deep and then stabbing at them,using their cries to draw in the rest for slaughter. <br><br>He had been sleeping, but when he heard the cries he snapped alert. Once he saw what was happening he felt a fury like none he had known surge through him. Before he could form a plan two of the whales were in the midst of the ships, dories and crew splintered apart.<br>There were just too many ships though and two lucky shots found their marks in the chaos, piercing the whales hearts as more barbed harpoons attached to ropes were sunk in to draw them closer to the large ships. <br><br>He wanted to sink them all, possibly even leave the sharks alone to feast on their filthy corpses. There were just far to many to stop them all. He could see more of the adults headed in to free the calves, he could see them headed to slaughter. Aramis saw the calves were mortally wounded...but that wouldnt stop the adult whales, wouldnt sate their parental instincts , their fury at someone daring hurt on of their young. He felt his heart break as he realized the only, horrible, unthinkable option he had if he was to save the rest of this pod, His family of sorts for the last 35 years. <br><br>Aramis swam swiftly, the sea hiding the streaming tears of sorrow and rage as he offered up a prayer to be forgiven for what he was about to do and to one day exact vengence on those that made this need to be done. As he drew alongside them he drew his trident from his back&nbsp; and with two swift movements put an end to their pain and misery. It wasnt just an unthinkable act from his peoples standpoint, but from his own personally. No matter how merciful it had been, it left part of him hollow, broken. <br><br>After that there was no way he could bear traveling with the whales, nor did he feel he could face his people, let alone his family. He decided to finally act upon his old desires to see more of the topside, considering this would perhaps provide a chance at some vengence as well as time for his soul to mend. Not being able to bear leaving the sea behind entirely he took on work on a few fishing ships at first. <br><br>&nbsp;He has also spent time learning to use various top-side weapons to varying degrees, focusing on swords. Aramis has always been a proficient bowman beneath and found the elven longbow much to his liking. He can shoot down a bird on the wing as accurately as between a speeding sharks eyes. Also proficient with a three-prong trident and nets both under and out of water.<br>&nbsp;<br>As he learned the ropes, both of the ships and top side ways, he settled on the idea that a pirate vessel would most likely afford&nbsp; him the best chances at some revenge at sea. Especially so as to avoid worrying about repurcussions on his people if he simply acted on his own and it was seen as some kind of Draishok aggression.<br><br>Six months back while at port he heard stories of a pirate ship captained by a woman. From the tales told she had sounded like a decent Captain to serve under. He had no qualms serving under a woman. He had, in fact, done so several times in hunting parties, both growing up and when joining local shark hunts in his travels. He approached the Captain, offering up his bow and skill of ocean hunter and knack for finding desirables among wrecks.<br>She had taken him on as a member of her crew and he been serving aboard the Rising Sun ever since.&nbsp; He found the name of their ship to be highly fitting as he was starting a new chapter in his life, practically a new life altogether......Who knew where it would all lead..<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br>OOC Ons and Offs: …
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 04:13:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0mxk9IrND1qdwh13o1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chiana&nbsp; <br><strong>Ethnicity:</strong>Brazilian<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female <br><strong>Age:</strong> 104<br><strong>Race:</strong> Peranos/Draconic Type unknown due to it being blocked<br><br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance:</strong></span></div><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">More of Chiana</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcu9cbOFG71rqb4lgo1_500.jpg)<br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_medhxvTHKD1r0gtspo1_500.jpg)<br>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_manzpzGpQe1rqkb8so1_500.jpg)<br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/8d58802980ad448bce39e399f7daeacc/tumblr_mf115rgClv1rserqjo1_500.jpg)<br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6ofhiWAKK1rv8266o5_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Hair:</strong> Black/Dark Brown<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Hazel<br><strong>Skin:</strong> Sunkissed Tan<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 120 Lbs<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5 Feet 7 inches tall<br><strong>Other:</strong> A black magical mark (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100813173226/sirenspull/images/1/10/Urickpactmarkfull.png) settled between her shoulder blades, scars along her back and thighs from whippings or beating she got. And a scar on her right shoulder that seems to be where a brand was cut off.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br></div> <br><br><strong>Position on Ship:</strong> <br>Healer<br><strong>Personality:</strong> <br>Chiana is all about living life to the fullest. Despite her meager upbringings she found a way to enjoy anything and everything she wanted. Even if that meant she had to do some seed work to get it. Cheeky and smart, she know when to go with the flow and when to fight. Playful and flirty, not shy in the least. Chiana see's what she wants and normally gets it.<br><br>&nbsp;She embraces life, and tends to not let the bad hold her back. There is to much in life to look forward to or try to let the bad hold you back from it. Sometimes you fail, or fall short of expectations, and sometimes life kicks you when your down. But it is what you do then that defines who you are. After all a girl can have the time of her life if she just had the humph to make it happen. Underneath some may say she has a dangerous allure. Like she could take a bite of you but have you so sure that you liked it, you couldn't help but have her do it again. <br><br><strong>Specific skills:</strong> dancing, singing, piano, forgery (documents, paintings mostly.) thievery, con-woman, acrobatics, running, light combat skills, reading people, herbology and healing(seems her mother gave her something despite not being there) <br><br><strong>Background:</strong><br>Chiana's story begins just a bit before she is even born. Her mother a beautiful Peranos woman that lived deep within the woods, she was a healer, magic user and a leader among her people. Her father was a young and wildly charismatic Dragon that had traveled the world and found his path led him towards the love of his life. Her mother came upon the young dragon wounded from a previous battle, and despite him insisting he would be fine she saw to heal him. It seemed her stubborn nature could match his even early on. As time passed the two grew very close, and eventually became lovers. All of this would have been fine if her mother had not been already spoken for. <br><br>When her mother’s husband to be found out what was happening he sent hunters to bring his bride home. Only by then the two were deeply in love, and as everyone knows it is nearly impossible to take what a dragon cares about. So the hunters were easily dispatched before any harm was done. Well despite the odds set against him the bitter husband to be wasn't about to give up what he saw as his. It would make him look far too weak to his people. So he enlisted the help of a powerful magic user to kill the dragon and bring back his bride. <br><br>Not much is known about what happened the day her parents vanished. But afterward Chiana remained behind, a mark set upon her back to contain and hide the truth of her blood line. The small baby girl was found in a woven basket hidden within the base of a great tree, her cry drawing the attention of a young boy as he walked back through the woods to her home. The boy thinking it was wrong to leave a baby alone brought her home to his parents. And despite having very little for themselves they took her in and raised her as their own for many years. <br><br>It wasn't till she hit puberty that they noticed something was strange about her. Years would pass and she would seem to have aged very little. And soon it became hard to hide the strange occurrence from those around them. Fearing for Chiana's life they gave what they had to her and her 'brother' and sent them on their way. To find a new home, and maybe if they were lucky the truth of what was causing Chiana not to age. <br><br>&nbsp;Years passed and Chiana found her brother growing older and wishing for a family of his own. But because of her he was unable to stay anywhere long enough to do so. It caused Chiana's heart to ache to know she was the cause of this. So she made up her mind to leave him, despite his arguments she took only what she may need and promised to one day return to their home to see his happy family. <br><br>From there Chiana traveled learning more about how to survive on her own than ever before. Picking up a great deal of her skills and becoming what some may look down upon and call a thief. Gaining a great many skills, Chiana seemed right at home in the life they made. Stealing, coning, and faking her way into whatever it was she needed or wanted. Gathering contacts within all areas of life. After all even those that seemed to be the best behaved usually had their dark little secrets. Chiana just happened to be one of them. She picked up several skills along the way, and went through some things most would care to forget, but she has managed to survive it all. <br><br>&nbsp;Finding her way onto a ship, using her skills in healing to join their crew as their much needed healer. The longing for something more always deep within her, like missing a piece of herself. Yet having no idea what it is. She still travels, seeking a real place for herself and most of all the truth of who or what she is. <br><br><br>
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