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[b][u]Name: [/b][/u] Aiden
[b][u]Age: [/b][/u] 21
[b][u]Height: [/b][/u] 5'3
[b][u]Weight: [/b][/u] 135 lbs.
[b][u]Weapons: [/b][/u] a Sword, a Bow + Arrows, Daggers and a Staff with jewels embedded at the top
[b][u]Skills: [/b][/u] Fast, good ability to dodge when paying attention, Sense of Danger, Craft, (i can't think of anything else ;.;)
[b][u]Magic: [/b][/u] a Priestess, basic Elements and healing nothing to fancy and overpowering just small. gentle wind - puts those around her to sleep when a certain melody is sung. Pixie light - Sends a Small sphere of light to lure enemies into a trap. Mothers Touch - Heals all wounds either Minor or serious.
[b][u]Appearance: [/b][/u]
http://i10.photobucket.com/...ight.jpg (but without the nose ring and chain to ear -_-?) she wears a simple long flowing black dress with a silver belt that rests at her hips to give her at least a little shape and her sleeves are silver and long, becoming wider closer to the wrist (kind of like
http://i10.photobucket.com/...rwen.jpg but with a silver belt like the gold on in this pic
http://i10.photobucket.com/...ress.jpg ) A black hooded cloak that is held together by a Pentagram, (like
http://i10.photobucket.com/...2252.jpg) she has long silver hair with one large black streak on her right side. Her sword and bow hiding under the cloak, her daggers under her dress, strapped to her leg.
[b][u]Extreme: [/b][/u] Wisdom
[b][u]History: [/b][/u] Aiden?s mother was a human, just like her father. But unlike them both she had abilities she couldn?t explain or control. On her 5th birthday her parents had sent her away live with monks and to be raised to become a Priestess, just like her grandmother before her. It seemed that this gift that was passed down skipped a generation and always giving to the grandchild. Now, with her ability to control her powers she sets out to find her destiny
((sorry if it sounds corny I couldn?t really think of a history ;.;))
« Last edited by October Rayne on Feb 3rd 2007 »...You didn't loose me. You let me go...
...That mistake is yours...
...not mine...
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