Post by miserelle on Apr 15, 2005 19:21:18 GMT -5
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My name is Myserelle Moonress eastern human, and a knight of the dark.I was Torn between an eastern father and a western mother. Father was an assassin who was to kill my mother before they fell in love and had my brother Jaerik and two years later me. when Father's master learned of the news he grew furious and sent out men whom killed my mother. My father begged for them not to kill my brother and i. After slaughtering my father, his master took us in at age 6 and 4 to be his own kids. He raised us bred for to be shadowknights. for eight years he hid us deep in the dunes of Ro inside a mystical keep of wizardry. We would be protected he said, but we were experiments. I had no knowledge of my betrothed dark overload to be at that time. My False father must have took it upon himself to set an arranged marriage that might very well get me killed. My brother was outraged at the news when we got out of that hell. Of course next we are sent to ogres; huge scary things at my height and age. But when we got to know some of them they were real funny. You can't show good feeling in these places of malice it could be bad if one of the guards were watching. i always had a hard time at it and my brother always said i had inherited mothers kindness; she used to be a bard. it was at 14 did i stay with the stupid wretched trolls, how incompetant must one be. The smell, the langaue, the culture, it was all just a sick nightmare until anyplace would've been better. i was wrong to have thought that then because the next year i was neriak where i could say " i live in it," when one said to "go to hell". I met this Xacai the one that i would so simply swoon after i had seen his dreamy powerhungry eyes. what a joke, what a jerk. so self-absorbed for even the greedy of darkelves. I did,'t deny him the fact that he was hansome in a malicious evil way, but all that came out of his lips was babble that i dare not utter. I left finally to home, finally to freeport which was a piece of trash brawling town of the trade but still it was home after 14 years of going here and there and for what father wouldn't say. I am here now in freeport a town of merchants that i cant stand. its the worst i've ever been to people saying buy buy it churns inside me everyday to not rampage them alll and yell "shut up you peice of shits." thats the only reason they let those filthy elves come i've only heard terrible things about the tiny things, though i probably have no say in their heights when i could very well pass for a tall elf maiden. everyone always teases me about that but now only a few since the last couple who teased me just fell over and must have died laughing. Two more years to go til' i marry or two more years to escape.....somehow?
:- 
until then i fight. i protect my team that i am most loyal to. i am ready for tunaria's war.
My name is Myserelle Moonress eastern human, and a knight of the dark.I was Torn between an eastern father and a western mother. Father was an assassin who was to kill my mother before they fell in love and had my brother Jaerik and two years later me. when Father's master learned of the news he grew furious and sent out men whom killed my mother. My father begged for them not to kill my brother and i. After slaughtering my father, his master took us in at age 6 and 4 to be his own kids. He raised us bred for to be shadowknights. for eight years he hid us deep in the dunes of Ro inside a mystical keep of wizardry. We would be protected he said, but we were experiments. I had no knowledge of my betrothed dark overload to be at that time. My False father must have took it upon himself to set an arranged marriage that might very well get me killed. My brother was outraged at the news when we got out of that hell. Of course next we are sent to ogres; huge scary things at my height and age. But when we got to know some of them they were real funny. You can't show good feeling in these places of malice it could be bad if one of the guards were watching. i always had a hard time at it and my brother always said i had inherited mothers kindness; she used to be a bard. it was at 14 did i stay with the stupid wretched trolls, how incompetant must one be. The smell, the langaue, the culture, it was all just a sick nightmare until anyplace would've been better. i was wrong to have thought that then because the next year i was neriak where i could say " i live in it," when one said to "go to hell". I met this Xacai the one that i would so simply swoon after i had seen his dreamy powerhungry eyes. what a joke, what a jerk. so self-absorbed for even the greedy of darkelves. I did,'t deny him the fact that he was hansome in a malicious evil way, but all that came out of his lips was babble that i dare not utter. I left finally to home, finally to freeport which was a piece of trash brawling town of the trade but still it was home after 14 years of going here and there and for what father wouldn't say. I am here now in freeport a town of merchants that i cant stand. its the worst i've ever been to people saying buy buy it churns inside me everyday to not rampage them alll and yell "shut up you peice of shits." thats the only reason they let those filthy elves come i've only heard terrible things about the tiny things, though i probably have no say in their heights when i could very well pass for a tall elf maiden. everyone always teases me about that but now only a few since the last couple who teased me just fell over and must have died laughing. Two more years to go til' i marry or two more years to escape.....somehow?
:- 
until then i fight. i protect my team that i am most loyal to. i am ready for tunaria's war. 
