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Adrian Boyer
« Thread Started on Jun 18, 2007, 10:35am »
Name: Adrian Boyer

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Fighter/Rogue

Job: Mind Slave of Denzial, Youngest son of noble family Boyer

Racial Hostility: Orcs and their kin

Physical Description: Tall and hadsome. His hair is crimson and keeps a thin beard that comes to a point at his chin. Rather flamboyant in nature, smiles a lot and likes to show off.

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Mental State: The mind slave of a half insane wizard, you decide

Sample Paragraph: He felt cold. Is that blood? He asked mentally as his tongue moved about his dry mouth. Why can’t I move my body? His eyes wouldn’t open. His last memory floated to the top of his mind. He had recently returned home and was presenting himself before his mother and father. He remembered how he had admired his mother’s beauty although she was well on her way into old age. She had been wearing a gold dress with red embroidery. Her fierce gaze was in contrast with her friendly smile as she looked upon her favorite son. She hid her wrinkles well, and he noted how her bright crimson curls had not taken on the graying that his father’s hair had. He had just returned from a few years out at sea making a name for himself, he being the youngest in the family and would be left the least when his parents passed on. He remembered the almost bored look his father gave him as they talked, but then his memory went fuzzy. Didn’t an emissary of some sorts had come unannounced to speak with my father? Yes that was right, a gnome too. He remembered how odd it looked, the gnome was in full royalties of a court messenger too. The gnome walked up his head thrown up and eyes closed his father’s trumpeters playing as the gnome continued towards him and his parents. Then the gnome opened his eyes, his full gaze falling on the crimson haired son. Their eyes met and then everything went fuzzy from there. But he could remember the gnomes eyes, they were burned into his mind and he doubted he would ever forget them. He heard footsteps and his eyes fluttered open on their own accord. He looked upon… himself? Himself stood before him smiling and lit a pipe. Wait… I hate pipes… what the hell is going on? Then he looked at the eyes and his mind flew into a haze. Himself removed the pipe and grinned, “I am you, and you are me.”
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