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Joined: Jan 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 69 Location: Where ever her Employer tells Karma: 0 |  | Laela Doren « Thread Started on Jan 1, 2007, 10:05pm » | |
Name: Laela Doren
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Half Elven
Class: Fighter
Profession: Mercenary
Racial Hostility: Whatever her employers sees fit
Description: Tall and slender with deep red hair long, but worn up. Her eyes are hazel set against tanned skin. The gentle point of her ears and the slightly odd shape of her eyes speaks of a mixed heritage. Her body moves with unconscious grace of a warrior, proclaiming her trade. She is dressed in trousers and a simple tunic in browns. Underneath she wear simple chainmail, her choice of armor. By herself is a slender sword, much more suited to her then a more traditional sword.
Mental State: Sane
Sample Paragraph: She kept her head down through the crowds. Less likely to be noticed, to be seen. Her footsteps were heavy, with exhaustion of the mind and soul. There were to many wars and to little in ways of people to fight them. It was the way she made her living but even a mercenary gets tired of killing. Perhaps she could find a little rest here and earn a little money before she returned to her company. Never once had she looked back towards them as she left. That would only of caused her to stay. It wasn’t that she didn’t love the fight but she got weary of the continual marching and battling. If she was going to fight she wanted to do it in her own time, for at least a little while.
Laela glanced about herself and locked her eyes to the first tavern in sight. The Broken Shield. “An inn. Finally.” she lowered her head again; making her way to the inn. She silently, well as silently as chain mail would allow, entered the inn.
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