AN: First story. Hopefully you guys can inform me of my errors so I can fix them. Thanks ;). Oh yeah, have a cookie. (::) (::) (::)
Profile Log: Andie
Full name: Andrienne - - -
Title/s: Commander of the Army of Immorta, Second Strongest Warlord in Immorta, and Wielder of the Sword of the Heavens.
Appearance: Black hair, black eyes, and brown skin. She wears a golden breastplate with chain mail covering her mid-section that attaches the breastplate with her skirt. She wears golden colored boots and gold armor around her lower arm. She has a petite frame that can be used to deceive enemies that don't know her.
Age: 15
Height: 5 feet and 2 inches
Personality: She is a loyal and fierce warrior that fights for justice. She is stone cold when first encountered but is a fun person to spend time with. She loves games that require strategy and gets frustrated most of the time when she doesn't understand them. She is patient in battle and has a "code of honor" she follows. Her personal flaw is that she can forget this code of honor and become cocky and wild. That only occurs rarely though. She respects her friends and will do anything to make them happy. Another weakness is her playful attitude in battle. Though most of the time she is serious, when she knows her enemies well she has an annoying habit of teasing them. This habit might cost her the battle in the future.
Dimension: World of War
Pet/s: Red, the Dragon of the Fires of Heaven
Other traits: She is very agile despite carrying a large sword. She may have a soft spot for cute things as long as they are harmless. She despises people that are overconfident. She is more comfortable with men than women but she gets along fine with both genders. She is famous among other kingdoms and other warlords seek her either for a battle or advice. She is a strong-willed person.
Master Hand skimmed over the profile log, humming in satisfaction. He sighed as the sound of a vase breaking echoed around the room.
"So, is it ready?"
He turned to his brother, Crazy Hand, in exasperation. He grumbled something about being patient then turned back to the machine. He put the profile log in the dimension seeker and watched as it skimmed through each dimension. The machine hummed to life when it identified the correct dimension. If Master Hand had a face, he would probably be grinning. "Is it ready now?" Crazy whined. He was really trying his patience today.
"Yes, Crazy. Are you happy now?"
His brother seemed to lighten up, a cheerful aura around him. Cheerful but deadly, he thought with amusement. He turned to his brother and did a "give me" motion. Crazy nodded while giggling uncontrollably and gave him the letter. Master Hand slipped it into the machine and watched as the letter made its way to the young warlord's room.
"It is done," he announced.