Post by Allora Polaris on Apr 8, 2012 18:25:45 GMT -5
Allora Polaris
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{{Age}}[/b] eighteen.
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I’m losing sight
Don’t count on me
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I chase the sun
It chases after me
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- Loyal
- inquisitive
- Gentle
- Compassionate
- Patient
- protective
- Generally she is a happy person
- Brave
- Trustworthy
- Realist
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- OVERLY! Apologetic
- She can appear cold when you first meet her, but that’s just her general shyness
- Stubborn
- Reckless
- Worrisome
- insecure
- Sensitive
- Careless (in her actions a lot of people can sometimes get the impression that she’s a bit of an air head)
- She’s also quite opinionated which can be quite troublesome as she sometimes doesn’t know when to hold her tongue
- Sad (well she’s still grieving her mother’s loss...)
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- Hanging out with her friends
- Exploring
- Learning, especially about different cultures
- The stars
- Archery
- The idea of peace
- books, especially non-fiction books
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- The state the worlds are falling into
- Heartless (well they did steal her mother’s heart...)
- Getting lost (though she won’t admit that she did)
- Bad smells
- Not being able to help
- Being a burden, (which she’s convinced she is most of the time).
- Her clumsy incidents
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You know my name
You know my face
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- Aero – creates a wind like shield that absorbs some but not all damage.
- Arcus strike– Allora loads her bow with a single arrow which begins to glow brightly. Next to that single arrow appear a dozen other transparent arrows clustered together, almost immediately she releases them to fly at her target, hopefully turning them into a pin cushion.
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Artemis – A bow her mother gave her. It appears like nothing out of the ordinary but it seems far to heavy when anyone other than Allora wields it.
You’d know my heart
If you knew my place
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{{OoC Name}} Allora
{{Sample Post }}Write a 300 What a strange place. It sure was odd. She’d never really seen such a place before. How could a tiny door conceal an outdoor courtroom? The idea seemed preposterous and it challenged most of the logic Allora had come to know as realism. She sighed; her father would have no answer to a place like this. He hated things challenging his beliefs but when Allora thought about it she came to realise that after everything, she shouldn’t really be all the surprised by such a place. Or by anything else in general anymore, the existence of magic had already been proved to her. Hell she could wield a weak shield spell so by all right she shouldn’t question anything anymore.
But she did, and she couldn’t help it. Her skills lied with science and literature, book smarts and of course archery. Not in the logic and cultures of other worlds. The heartless had been enough to come to terms with, but now with the appearance of other strange creatures Allora began to wonder if anything was possible. Nowadays it seemed likely. She sighed, the place was so weird and while the courtroom lay empty she found herself drawn to the entrance of the forest.
It was enchanting. So dark but yet so mystical, Allora suddenly agreed with the world’s name, it truly was a wonderland. She nibbled lightly on her bottom lip as her sea blue eyes took in the rest of the area. It was like a dream, though the darkness it probably concealed would probably turn this dream into a nightmare. But for now she didn’t mind, it was quiet. There were no heartless or those other creatures so it wasn’t like she was in any immediate danger – ow, where had that root came from.
Allora frowned from her new position. Lying in a tiny heap on the ground didn’t wasn’t very becoming. She cursed her clumsiness, and dusted off her knee’s, her airy grin changed into frown.
