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Somewhere in California
A young 16-year-old girl with very short brown hair, gray eyes, glasses, fair skin, and an earnest expression sat at her computer. She really wanted to open AIM and talk with Matt, but there just wasn't time. She did however have time to quickly post her RPG character sheet. Quickly she typed out all the information.
Name: Unknown, goes by Oracle
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown
Class: Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic
Physical Attributes Eyes: Pale gray, large and light sensitive. Hair: Long wild black Height: 4'8
Age: Unknown, estimated around several hundred
Personality: Bellergent, irreverent, and very sensitive about her mysterious past. She follows no god, but professes to have a soft spot for Lloth. She is insane intentionally or was driven to it, no one knows. Both can be assumed.
History: She remembers nothing before the time of her capture by the Mind Flayers. After escaping she went a bit mad and wandered the Underdark for many years before finding her way out. From that time she preyed on small villages until she had a close call with some monks who wanted to burn her at the stake. Ever since, she held a grudge against humans and especially religions. She survived in an enchanted forest in which only she knows the location of all the traps and such. She spent at least 20 years just living as a wild creature before daring to venture out into the wide world and there she slowly regained her sanity. Currently she's made her home in Dorinost and considers herself it's protector or guard.
Character Flaws: She neither forgives nor forgets and well, she's insane. She has a slight suicidal edge that will drive her to fight until her energy is spent.
Extra Information (optional) Weapons: A large hunting knife Armor: None Items: None
Battle Skills: She's very stealthy and has an odd trick of throwing her voice so that opponents are unable to locate her for the most part. Magic Power: She is a very strong telepath.
Family: None that she knows.
As she typed the last part she looked at the clock and yelped. "Sgt. Giacomini is going to kill me!"
She quickly pulled on her BDU's and laced up her boots and rushed to her bicycle. Pulling on her cap, she set off down the road at a breakneck speed. Ilana was an avid member of CAP (Civil Air Patrol) and hopped to earn the Billy Mitchell award before she left for the Air Force, so she could enlist at a higher pay grade. At the moment, she was nothing more than a Cadet Basic, but she was sure that with a little time she could get that award before she graduated from high school. Not seeing the oncoming car, Ilana zoomed out into the road to the CAP Head Quarters. The last thing she saw was a red sports car headed right for her.
In Mirkwood
Ilana woke with jerk as she noticed that she was lying in a bed. Looking around she quickly realized that it wasn't a hospital bed either. She looked at the tapestries in fascination, the high stonewalls were beautifully carved and there were rich carpets on the floor. She started to get up as a tall Blond-haired man strode into the room.
"Greetings, lady. How are you feeling? You were badly injured when you arrived."
Ilana just stared, looking very pale. She knew exactly who it was she was looking at, but he couldn't possibly be. Yet, there he was, pointy ears and all. "L-Legolas? Where am I?"
He looked at her with concern and stepped closer. "My lady, are you well? You look quite pale. I shall get a healer." He went out of the room, leaving Ilana to her thoughts.
Oh no.I so cannot be in Middle Earth! I'm not a Mary-Sue! I already have a boyfriend, sort of. Her thoughts continued like this each one panicking her more than the last. She began sobbing when the worst of all hit her. "I'll never get to talk with Matt ever again!" She cried herself to sleep, thinking only of the unfairness of it all.
Somewhere in California
A young 16-year-old girl with very short brown hair, gray eyes, glasses, fair skin, and an earnest expression sat at her computer. She really wanted to open AIM and talk with Matt, but there just wasn't time. She did however have time to quickly post her RPG character sheet. Quickly she typed out all the information.
Name: Unknown, goes by Oracle
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown
Class: Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic
Physical Attributes Eyes: Pale gray, large and light sensitive. Hair: Long wild black Height: 4'8
Age: Unknown, estimated around several hundred
Personality: Bellergent, irreverent, and very sensitive about her mysterious past. She follows no god, but professes to have a soft spot for Lloth. She is insane intentionally or was driven to it, no one knows. Both can be assumed.
History: She remembers nothing before the time of her capture by the Mind Flayers. After escaping she went a bit mad and wandered the Underdark for many years before finding her way out. From that time she preyed on small villages until she had a close call with some monks who wanted to burn her at the stake. Ever since, she held a grudge against humans and especially religions. She survived in an enchanted forest in which only she knows the location of all the traps and such. She spent at least 20 years just living as a wild creature before daring to venture out into the wide world and there she slowly regained her sanity. Currently she's made her home in Dorinost and considers herself it's protector or guard.
Character Flaws: She neither forgives nor forgets and well, she's insane. She has a slight suicidal edge that will drive her to fight until her energy is spent.
Extra Information (optional) Weapons: A large hunting knife Armor: None Items: None
Battle Skills: She's very stealthy and has an odd trick of throwing her voice so that opponents are unable to locate her for the most part. Magic Power: She is a very strong telepath.
Family: None that she knows.
As she typed the last part she looked at the clock and yelped. "Sgt. Giacomini is going to kill me!"
She quickly pulled on her BDU's and laced up her boots and rushed to her bicycle. Pulling on her cap, she set off down the road at a breakneck speed. Ilana was an avid member of CAP (Civil Air Patrol) and hopped to earn the Billy Mitchell award before she left for the Air Force, so she could enlist at a higher pay grade. At the moment, she was nothing more than a Cadet Basic, but she was sure that with a little time she could get that award before she graduated from high school. Not seeing the oncoming car, Ilana zoomed out into the road to the CAP Head Quarters. The last thing she saw was a red sports car headed right for her.
In Mirkwood
Ilana woke with jerk as she noticed that she was lying in a bed. Looking around she quickly realized that it wasn't a hospital bed either. She looked at the tapestries in fascination, the high stonewalls were beautifully carved and there were rich carpets on the floor. She started to get up as a tall Blond-haired man strode into the room.
"Greetings, lady. How are you feeling? You were badly injured when you arrived."
Ilana just stared, looking very pale. She knew exactly who it was she was looking at, but he couldn't possibly be. Yet, there he was, pointy ears and all. "L-Legolas? Where am I?"
He looked at her with concern and stepped closer. "My lady, are you well? You look quite pale. I shall get a healer." He went out of the room, leaving Ilana to her thoughts.
Oh no.I so cannot be in Middle Earth! I'm not a Mary-Sue! I already have a boyfriend, sort of. Her thoughts continued like this each one panicking her more than the last. She began sobbing when the worst of all hit her. "I'll never get to talk with Matt ever again!" She cried herself to sleep, thinking only of the unfairness of it all.