LaughingBroke
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open RP
A beutiful elf maiden is resting by a rock in a clearing in the forest.
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11/17/2004, 3:54 am
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Re: open RP
" People are still so crule and still don't know how to live together in peace." She sighs and looks up to the stars.
She is wearing some simple light traveling leathers. Her pack and weapons sit next to her. Her beautiful Hazel eyes search the stary sky for somthing that isn't there. Her long, midnight black hair is tied up into a ponytail, but it still falls around her shoulders like waves of darkness.
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11/17/2004, 4:08 am
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Re: open RP
((Hope you don't mind me joining??))
Feawen slowly walked back into the familiar territory of Mirkwood; it was dark here most of the time, but it was night now, so it was darker still. A soft breeze came and made her dark brown braid move slightly and her two bangs whip softly in to her bluey green eyes, her ears twitch at the sound a women's voice. Pulling a tattered forest green cape tighter around her, she walked towards were the voice had come from, her black leather knee high boots crushing the leaves softly, as she seemed to glide over them.
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2/7/2006, 1:00 am
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