Post by Amras Nnharma on Feb 2, 2008 15:13:56 GMT -5
Name: Amras Nénharma
Age: (Cannot be Measured in Numbers)
Race: Elf
Appearance: Long, unruly brown hair, with a face unknown. He is often found staring into space, pensively, as if fixated on all.
Personality: Extremely quiet, however should not be labeled as shy by any means.
Origin (Where is your character from?): Unknown
Brief history of your character: Far, far north of the Icebay of Forochel, in a land currently untrecked by men, or atleast no documented travels have been recorded, as such, us unknown by many, and known of only by denizens.
Sample Roleplay: "Please, take it. I'm sorry," the peddler muttered, gasping for what oxygen was left in the air, as Amras' sword drove itself into his chest. "Unfortunate." Amras muttered. He could've given me the sword I wanted." Amras lept into the armory's store house and grabbed the two most expensive swords he could find.
Age: (Cannot be Measured in Numbers)
Race: Elf
Appearance: Long, unruly brown hair, with a face unknown. He is often found staring into space, pensively, as if fixated on all.
Personality: Extremely quiet, however should not be labeled as shy by any means.
Origin (Where is your character from?): Unknown
Brief history of your character: Far, far north of the Icebay of Forochel, in a land currently untrecked by men, or atleast no documented travels have been recorded, as such, us unknown by many, and known of only by denizens.
Sample Roleplay: "Please, take it. I'm sorry," the peddler muttered, gasping for what oxygen was left in the air, as Amras' sword drove itself into his chest. "Unfortunate." Amras muttered. He could've given me the sword I wanted." Amras lept into the armory's store house and grabbed the two most expensive swords he could find.
