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PostSubject: Flower   Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:18 pm

"The Lights don't like you...and neither do I!"
Flower, on the subject of mean people.





Age
8

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Birthplace
A medium-sized village, Glen is situated along the road to the Sword Coast, and is the main market that connects Sword Coast with most of Oldenland.


Skills
Instictual Weave Manipulation
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Her skills will progress with time, but as of current, her powers lie dormant. She has always known of the presence of the lights. They almost only appear during times when her emotions are at their strongest, be it joy, anger, or distress.

Flower posseses the ability to manipulate the Weave that she see's in the manifestation of coloured squares of light, that dance around her peripheral vision. She can push these together and form a spell, though faster than conventional methods of spell casting, her spells are much more instictual, therefore clumsily constructed. Though, Flower rarely ever uses her abilities offensively, and only ever if feels threatened or in danger. These spells can produce a spell of any element, but she can never be sure of the results.


Coercion
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While not a smooth talker, or a rare beauty, (as one might expect from someone proficient in coercion), Flower's unique outlook on things, combined with her child-like innocence is usually sufficient to win most people over.

Petty Thievery
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When coercion fails, Flower will sometimes resort to stealing things if she doesn't get her way. Though she's not particularly the most sneaky of thieves, she is small, and fairly nimble, and if caught, she does tend to be able to talk her way out of it.

Swordsmanship
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She's 8.

Current inventory
-Fairly Expensive Cloak (Picture) as a Present from Stefan
-Stefan's Silver Shortsword
-Stolen Cheese and Fruit
-200 Coins in a Bag Around Her Neck

Alignment
(This was sort of hard to place as the DnD alignments probably weren't intended for children..)
True Neutral
Flower is kind-hearted, and would never do anything to purposefully harm anyone. However, Flower is somewhat selfish, like most children, it's hard to understand the consequences of her actions. Take for example, stealing. She feels hungry, so she takes food available, but cannot fully comprehend that sealing could be harmful to the merchant's business, and by extention, his family, etc.

Favored Enemy
Mean people

Favored Weapon
Currently, her fists. (In the future, her magic)

Deity
Flower can faintly remember having woshipped Chauntea when she was young, and sometimes prays to her.

Current Tasks(By order of importance*)
*Green: Simple | Yellow: Challenging | Orange: Difficult | Red: Momentous | Grey: Suicide

-Find somwhere to stay in Surna.
-Meet more nice people like Stefan.
-Find a pet.

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PostSubject: Re: Flower   Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:19 pm

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The carriage trundled slowly down the muddy track, each hoof fall sending up another splatter of wet mud. The rain splattered noisely against the covers of the carriage's contents, like angry wasps throwing themselves in vain against a window. A dark figure rides at the front of the carriage, pulling his hood up further over his head, to stave off the worst of the harsh droplets. His cloak does little for the cold, however. As his teeth continue to chatter, he raises the reigns and brings them down, grunting. "Hyah, come on, we're nearly there." The horses neigh, and the canter develops into a gallop, the muddy track churned up between multiple sets of hooves.

Sometime later, the carriage driver, peers up to the horizon, and catches the dark spot of the village on the horizon. "Glen...what a godforsaken place..." he mutters, bringing the horses once more into a canter. As the carriage trundles closer to the village, the carriage driver suddenly senses something to be very wrong. The first house, upon the left, is a mess. The windows have been smashed in, and the door lays in splinters. Most of the exterior of the house is badly burnt, obvious, even, in the torrential rain. As he continues, more burnt out shells of houses loom up beside him in the darkness, and he makes grim notice of several slumped, unmoving bodies in the dim recesses of the houses. He leaps down from the carriage, drawing his short-sword, and steps within one of the houses in the village centre. The smell of charcole still hangs heavily around the room, aswell as small amounts of smoke, still lingering upon the ceiling. The house is less damaged than others, with hope of survivors. Bandits aren't very maticulous, he muses to himself silently. Stepping across the creaking floorboards, he gazes across the ransacked room. Furniture is dashed across the floor, anything that could contain something of value has been sifted through. He notices a body in the corner, throat slashed, a pool of blood growing around the corpse. The driver grimaces, and moves on further into the house. The man finds no other bodies, after fully checking the room. Just as he turns to leave, he notices a small figure in the kitchen, that he had not noticed before. He moves over to investigate, and realises it is the body of a small girl, and revulsion rises within him. The girl's chest rises and falls. The carriage driver blinks. Revulsion is replaced by compassion, and sympathy. The wound on her head, which he had assumed had killed her, had only knocked her unconcious. Carefully, he picks up the tiny girl, and carries her out of the house and to his carriage, placing her under the tarp of the carrage. He then climbs up onto the seat of the carriage, and whips the reigns hard, and the horses niegh and gallop once more, away from the village, and into the darkness of the night.


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PostSubject: Re: Flower   Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:09 pm

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The girl awoke slowly to the soft trundle of a carriage. Her weary eyes stared up at the open blue sky and the lights danced faintly at the edge of her vision, and yet, she was suddenly very confused. Her vision shook, as the carriage went over a dip in the road, and she moaned lightly, as a throbbing pain was re-newed in her head. At that moment, her mind was blank. Completely blank. She knew the lights were familiar. The conforting coloured lights that danced just at the edge of her view. She just didn't know where she was, or why her head was hurting. Eventually, she pushed herself up and nearly fell off the end of the carriage, leaning back just in time as she nearly over balanced. She leaned forwards, moving around to lie straight, peering under the carriage. The dusty road trundled under four wooden wheels. The small girl lay there a while, watching upside down as the road shot by.

She then pushed herself back up, and stared behind her. A man in a great coat sat at the front of the carriage. She noticed he had kind blue eyes, which were somehow familiar...And yet she had no recollection as to who this man was. Crawling over to him, she had a better look at his face. His eyes were set on the horizon, sky blue, with tinges of green. The man was quite young, on the late part of his twenties. His jaw unshaven, the beginngs of a beard apparent. To her, he felt safe, and conforting. The lights seemed to agree, and began to buzz faintly around him, in fairly bright colours. She blinked, and the colours had once again receeded to her peripheral vision. She leaned against the back of the other side of the driving bench of the carriage, and asked in a quiet tone, "Where are we go-"
At this the man jumped, startled. He looked behind him in shock, and then exhaled slightly, in relief.
"Oh- you're awake-".
The man then stopped, staring at her, and a pained expression covered his face. The girl remained oblivious to this, asking again in a more inquisitve tone,
"I'm...not sure who i am. Do you know?"
At this, the man looked up to her head wound, his face turning into a frown. He licks his lips, before asking
"Do you remember what happened? Last night?"
The girl shook her head lightly.
"I...can't remember anything. I don't know my name. I don't know where i live. I don't know anything."
The girl began to become upset, and her eyes became slightly watery, as the lights became brighter, and began to swirl into her vision.
"It's alright...you...took a bump to your head. You'll remember...how about you come at sit at the front? Would you prefer that?"
The girl nodded slightly, climbing carefully over, sitting on driving bench. Several minutes go by.

As the carriage trundles further down the lane, the tree's on either side of the lane give way to more agricultural flatlands, spanning across the horizon. A collection of bushes, weeds, flowers, and medium length grass now line the track, and at some points, even invade it, patches of grass growing over some parts of it. The track is clearly one that is seldomly used. The girl frowns at all of these new plants that she has never seen before. She slowly points out over the mostly flat agricultural land, asking,
"What are those?"
The man frowned,
"That's the crop. Collected at harvest. It's used-"
"And what are those?"
The man, clears his throat in slight annoyance.
"That's a flower. Specifically a Bluebell, they grow ar-"
"Flower? That's a nice name..."
The man sighs slightly, giving up, concentrating on the road. After a moment she then asks,
"Can i have it?"
He turned, frowning,
"Have what?"
"Flower."
"You want a flower? Well...-"
"Can I have the name: Flower?"
"Oh."
The man pauses at this, thinking.
"You really can't remember your old name?"
She shakes her head.
"Well, Flower it is."
Flower smiles, content with her new name.
"What's your name?"
The man smiles lightly.
"Stefan. Pleased to meet you Flower."


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PostSubject: Re: Flower   Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:09 pm

III


yeah these are still reserved
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PostSubject: Re: Flower   Wed Dec 29, 2010 2:30 pm

Thank you for the clean Psyche.
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