Join Date: June 21, 2001
Location: Oakton, VA (summer) Boston, MA (...not summer...)
Age: 38
Posts: 1,652
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OOC- Right oh then. I'm sure binky wouldn't have any problem with me joining, i hope. as for my character, here's more of a description...
Name- Skye
allignment- neutral good, though usually doesnt give a damn what is "right" or "wrong" in society's eyes (thus here willingness to help the drow)
female half-elf
bladebard
physical description- height leans more towards her elven heritage, so somewhat short. has a chestnut braid to her buttocks with long chunky bangs and blue-violet eyes. Carefree demeanor and usually smirking, smiling, and joking (attitude which is often found with a bladebard- flashy but dangerous). good fighter, especially with bastard swords, staves and knives (especially throwing). also knows the usual fighting technique that's used on the street, along with some martial arts (a specialty at her hometown). Easy to get along with, though a dangerous enemy. Always willing to help others, most of the time.
That good? let me know if ya need to know anything else [img]smile.gif[/img]
IC- "Yeah, I know where you can get some food and shelter at least. Haven't been here too long, but you can stay at my place for awhile," she said nonchalantly. "First I gotta make a delivery, if ya don't mind. If you'll just follow me.. It's on the way to my place." Skye led the others to a rundown part of town, taking the back alleys along the way. They finally arrived in front of a broken down building, seemingly abandoned. She walked in, and small shadows approached her hesitantly, and slowly transformed into children as they stepped out from the wreckage. The eyes of the others were slighty quizical and many an eyebrow was raised at the sight. "Now, don't be shy," Skye said to the children, and some approached shyly, reaching for the apples she held out for them. Among the children was a small elf girl, with ragged, grimy, gray wings on her back. There were other children of strange origins in the group, the last one to approach was a dark elven boy, who grabbed an apple and quickly hid back in a dark, far corner. Skye sighed. "I never have succeeded to get Damion to open up much," she explained to the onlookers. "I'll be back tommorrow, ok?" she addressed the children. The question was left hanging, unanswered, the building once again seemingly deserted. "They may seem like a ragged bunch, but no one else is gonna take care of 'em. Like I said, I steal for others. Well, on to my place," Skye addressed the others with a smile.
She once again led them, this time to the back door of a beat up inn & tavern, called "The Restive Falcon". "Oy, Dom, I'm gonna take my guests up to my room, alright?" the half-elf addressed the beefy caretaker. Not even raising an eyebrow at the odd company, he tossed her room key to her without glancing up from the papers he was looking through. "Thanks. I'll make sure we don't disturb anyone," she called over her shoulder as she tromped up the stairs. Once out of sight and hearing range, she told the others "Don't worry, he's trustworthy. He won't tell anyone nosing around about 'cha. He's probably more than used to my strange habits," she added with a laugh. "Well, here's my place. It's not too big, but it should do." The room was of a moderate size, and empty except for a chest, a bed, and a desk. It was pretty clean, and some other doors led off from the main room, showing a bathroom, a closet, and another empty room. "Go ahead and make yourselves at home," She told them, sitting herself down crosslegged on the bed.
OOC- tell me if i should change anything, since i did kinda lead your characters around. sorry 'bout that. ^^;
[ 08-28-2002, 11:27 AM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]
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