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Dale Graycastle
« Thread Started on Feb 3, 2006, 10:42pm »
Name: Dale Graycastle

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Shadow Adept

Job: Whatever Mommy says

Racial Hostility: None

Physical Description: Slightly above average hieght with sea green eyes set in a face that appears to have been carved by Michealangelo himself. Dale has wavy blond hair that he wears long and combed to near perfection, his skin is as white and smooth as unpainted porcelain
and his dress is always immaculate and tasteful. He carries hmself with a confidence and grace that most people find disarming and hard to resist. Below is a recent painting of Dale.
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Mental State: Perfectly sane if you ask him

Sample Paragraph: Dale woke comfortably in the soft bed and shifted slighly, the unpleasant fealings of the morning needs assailed him as his body slowly came completly aware and he gingerly shifted out of the bed. A gentle moan and sleepy movements of a young woman as she curled up with herself to stay warm made him smile as he remembered the night before. He made his way to the chamber pot to seek relief of the more urgent of his two needs but was disturbed by a voice behind him, "Allen darling?" the woman who's name he could not for the life of him remember peaked up from the bed, her red hair spilling over the side.
"I'm right here lover." he chimed back automatically in a sing song voice, "I needed to attend to something of the utmost importance dearest." he said just as lovey dovey as he could.
The second woman, her name was Anaria he remembered, also looked up from the bed like her twin, "Hurry back to us?" she nearly begged for him to be close again.
He would have replied, but an angry knocking on the door cut him short, he would wager 5 platinum that was daddy. "Just a minute..." he said casually as he pulled on some clothes, Anaria and her sister pulled the blankets up and looked at each other, he didn't know if it was for fear of getting in trouble with thier father, or seeing him get hurt. Dale marched casually over to the door and sure enough the father of these two young women was standing, fuming behind the doorway. "Yes sir?" he fiegned innocence of the reason he was so angry.
"Where are my Rebecca and Anaria?!" he shouted at Dale angrily, trying to push passed him, "I swear by all the gods that if you have defiled them I'll have your reason to live removed!"
"Rebecca? So thats the other one's name." he said genially as he stepped out of the way for the angered father to rush by and confront his deflowered daughters, "I'm sorry to say I wasn't the first to taste these lovely ladies charms dear sir."
He was ignored for now, "You... you... you whores, you sluts, you virtueless hussies! I had plans to marry you off to wealthy men who could care for you, now that you've been despoiled by this letcher I couldn't marry you off for the largest dowry known to mankind!" he turned on Dale, "And you! I'm going to see you castrated for what you've done."
Dale just smiled pleasantly at first but soon his expression darkened, "You'll do no such thing good sir." he even made the pleasantry sound like an insult. "If you press the matter... you'll never do anything again, I promise."
"I..." the man paused a moment and decided he wasn't afraid of this frail looking young man, "I'm just going to crush your skull!" he shouted raising his fists to pummell the 'hapless' young man.
Dale sighed, raised his pointing finger at the man and said a single word "Enervatus!" almost contumptuously.
A thin dark bolt almost like lightning struck the man directly in the chest... he fell as if he had feinted in mid swing, laying limply like a puppet on the ground, the air left his lungs in one mighty woosh and his daughters in shock ran up to thier father trying to wake thier father, but he was very dead now. Dale left without pomp or ceremony, leaving whats her name and whomever behind to weep pitifuly.
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