JoyfulHater

What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: - Famisha What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?:- [email protected] Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes You understand you can not be on both of these accounts at once?: Yes You understand that if one account is banned, so will the other(s)?: Yes In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. What’s your character called?: - Imir Ihelu Elacal What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Elf (High Elf) What sex are they?: - Female How old are they?: - 356 Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family: - Imir Ihelu Elacal, the exact name of her dead Aunt, was born in an old wooden house not too far from Aegis. The door creaked and the cracks in the walls were the only source of light in the small cottage. And once Imir was born, her mother knew she would be a piece of work. “Look at those eyes!” said Parir, the mother. “Yes...” said Avern, the father, studying Imir’s eyes, “I don’t know... I don’t know whose eyes she has.” Parir looked closer at the two, baby blue eyes; her parents only had brown. The next day came and went while Imir’s ankle was tied to a scratchy rope to keep her from wandering off. The newborn studied the butterflies and gently picked up flowers off the ground. “Imir!” called Avern. The baby crawled over to her father, quite quickly. “Wow.” sighed Parir, still in the field, “What a day!” Imir giggled as if her parents language was a joke and pushed the rope off her ankle. “I shouldn’t have put it on so carelessly!” cursed Parir, grabbing the runaway baby. Many years passed and Imir turned from a newborn to a young child. Believing that their child was perfect, they did not care when they were affected by the Elven curse. “Mama, said Imir, “Why do I look different?” Parir stopped cleaning dishes and turned around to answer. “Why do you ask?” “Because... people say I always look like I’m thinking or dazed.” said Imir. Parir paused and bit her lip. Then she explained as much as she could: about all of the races of the elves. “So... there’s other Elves like me?” wondered Imir. “Yes, Love.” said Parir, continuing her work. When Imir turned 126, she was found laying on her back, staring up at the leaves of a nearby tree. Children from her school would ask what was wrong, but Imir wouldn’t speak. Days later had word got out, informing that Imir’s house had burned down. But no one knew that Avern died saving Imir. Parir would come and go, trying to comfort her daughter anyway she could. “Love.” started Parir, looking up at the leaves, too, “Come work in my flower shop with me. You know... to earn more money for a new house.” Imir looked over at her mother. Ever since their house burned down, they had been living with some snotty next door neighbors who were always tidy, clean, and if you moved one thing out of place, they wouldn’t spare anytime in kicking you out. Imir thought. “Fine.” She said, “See you there tomorrow.” When Imir finally turned 350, she packed up to leave. “Where are you going?” asked a confused voice. It was Parir. “Mother, I want more in my life than flowers.” Started Imir, “I want adventure! Not like being jammed into a little flower shop is not 'adventurous', but...” “Enough!” cried Parir. Tears streaked her sickly pale cheeks. “You are not leaving me!” “Why?” shouted Imir, starting to cry herself. “I have no other family! It’s like you want to leave me here to die!” sobbed Parir. Imir slung her bag around her shoulder. The two circled eachother. “Mom, I’m not a pet! I can take care of myself!” “Really? Well you father didn’t think so since he was the one to save you from the fire!” Imir stopped. Her mother had been shopping while the fire happened. How would she know how Imir felt?! Imir backed up into the doorway. She looked at the ground. She saw her mother’s shadow shaking uncontrollably. “You’ve gone too far.” Mumbled Imir and she dashed out of the room. What are they like (personality)?: - Brave, curious, dazed, strong-willed/persistent What are their ambitions?: - To have an adventurous life without rules (the ones her parents set out for her) Do they have any special skills?: - arrows and building What are their weaknesses?: - swords and direct attacks Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: - Dirty blonde hair, baby blue eyes, brown boots, sleeveless pink-white dress with hair tied on left side. Anything else you want to say about them?: - She has so much in her past to dread about yet believes that the future is a new, clean slate to start from. When she focuses, she imagines the leaves of the trees she saw when she was little. Never talking about her parents, her eyes explain it all. Courage streaks her words when she speaks before battle, bringing up the spirits of others. Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Main Account Name: Cupcake1 Alternate Account Name: MCK How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: DST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: None Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: To act out a character you made or were given Meta-gaming: Information not to be shared Power-emoting: To show emotion or action only you can control In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Makayla Crow Khel Current Age: 18 Race: Human Sub-race (if any): Halfling Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Makayla is an 18 year old human that is 4'5 and lives on a farm outside of Malinor, though, burnt down in a fire when a gang of Orks tried to prove how brave they were. Suffering with very few objects and no home, she set off in search for a husband who would treat her with shelter, food, and water. When she got to Lenfarthing, she saw a poster which finally pleased her; it said there was a nearby rich man in need for a wife. So, Makaya set off to the man's house and was just in time for the audition to start. "Full Name" he said when it was Makayla's turn. " Makayla Crow Khel." She answered, in the flirtiest way she could. He looked up and said, "Your... your..." ,but then he shook his head and said," there are no further auditions; I have fell in love." That ended the day just as planned for Makayla. She got shelter, food, and water. But, now what she needed was to marry him. "Andy(rich man's name)," she started, " can.. can we get married soon?" Andy sat down, shocked. "But I just met you today!" he said," I don't know much about you!" She batted her eyes and sat next to him. "Please?" He rolled his eyes and said, " Next week then." After a week passed, they were a married couple. Their jaws hurt from smiling and their legs felt like they'd come off from walking so much. "Andy," Makayla finally said," I was wondering... can we move?" She batted her eyes and Andy agreed. So, they moved and Makayla sneakily signed her name for who owned the house. "Andy," she said," go find a different woman since I want a divorce." " A divorce??" he yelled," Why do you want that???" Sh smiled. "You gave me shelter, food, and water plus, everything I want. I had you tied up around my finger and you didn't notice!" "How dare you!" he snapped," Well, there is the door!" She laughed and said, " I own the house, silly!" and she shooed him off. Laughing wickedly, she started cooking dinner Ambitions for the Future: To marry another rich husband and get what she wants. Personality: Smart, undependable, fearless Skills: To trick others and farm work Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Any other details you wish to share about your character: Her eyes gleam and her smile sparkles. Her hair shines, and her clothes complement her. She even sometimes looks like a trickster...

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Main Account Name: Cupcake1 Alternate Account Name: Taker How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: DST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: None Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: To act out a character Meta-gaming: Information not to be shared Power-emoting: To show emotion or action only you control In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Karter Byron Oak Current Age: 35 Race: Human Sub-race (if any): Northern Human Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Karter was born outside of Aegis while his parents were traveling. His mother died while giving birth, but his father rescued him from harm. Loosing his wife, Rick (the father) was depressed. And believing that Karter was the one to blame for Hope's (the mother's) death, gave him the nickname Taker. Not only did he kill his mother, but he sneakily steals small things from his friends, too. Karter is extremely racist to Dwarves and Orcs. "Bloody Dwarves." he would say, "act like they know everything!" and "Filthy Orcs!" he would add, " Not only are they ugly, but stupid, too!" Yet, when he grew up, he knew how foolish he was, being racist to others. And thinking bavk, that was all of Rick's plan; to make Karter into a disliked person, just for the belief he caused his own mother's death. When Karter was 303, he joined a battle for justice. But, later on, a man knocked him in the head with the butt of his sword. Being knocked out on the ground, he was trampled on and found later in a comma. His girlfriend, Bridget, grew tired of waiting by his bedside and left him. Years passed and yet, Karter didn't wake up. When he hit 30 years of being stuck in a comma, he didn't know what was happening around him or even what the date was. And finding out he had been in a comma, he wondered where Bridget had gone to. Sadly, since she wasn't there, he considered them done and took time catching up to the date. Ambitions for the Future: To go back to being the old Karter Personality: Curious, adventurous, caring Skills: taking small, un noticeable things Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Nico's Human.doc 36.5K 1 downloads Any other details you wish to share about your character: A glint in his dark eye shows he still has adventure in him, even if he is not up to date.

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Main Account Name: Cupcake1 Alternate Account Name: Taker How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: DST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: None Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: To act out a character Meta-gaming: Information not to be shared Power-emoting: To show emotion or action only you control In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Karter Byron Oak Current Age: 626 Race: Human Sub-race (if any): Northern Human Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Karter was born outside of Aegis while his parents were traveling. His mother died while giving birth, but his father rescued him from harm. Loosing his wife, Rick (the father) was depressed. And believing that Karter was the one to blame for Hope's (the mother's) death, gave him the nickname Taker. Not only did he kill his mother, but he sneakily steals small things from his friends, too. Karter is extremely racist to Dwarves and Orcs. "Bloody Dwarves." he would say, "act like they know everything!" and "Filthy Orcs!" he would add, " Not only are they ugly, but stupid, too!" Yet, when he grew up, he knew how foolish he was, being racist to others. And thinking bavk, that was all of Rick's plan; to make Karter into a disliked person, just for the belief he caused his own mother's death. When Karter was 303, he joined a battle for justice. But, later on, a man knocked him in the head with the butt of his sword. Being knocked out on the ground, he was trampled on and found later in a comma. His girlfriend, Bridget, grew tired of waiting by his bedside and left him. Years passed and yet, Karter didn't wake up. When he hit 300 years of being stuck in a comma, he didn't know what was happening around him or even what the date was. And finding out he had been in a comma, he wondered where Bridget had gone to. Sadly, since she wasn't there, he considered them done and took time catching up to the date. Ambitions for the Future: To go back to being the old Karter Personality: Curious, adventurous, caring Skills: taking small, un noticeable things Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Nico's Human.doc Any other details you wish to share about your character: A glint in his dark eye shows he still has adventure in him, even if he is not up to date.

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Main Account Name: Cupcake1 Alternate Account Name: SweetTooth380 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: DST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: None Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: To act out a character you either created or were given. Meta-gaming: Information with not needed to be shared. Power-emoting: To show emotion or action only you can control. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Athri Leyun Veluael Current Age: 207 Race: Elf Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): After failing the promise I made at Chirr's deathbed, I went in search for a place to call home. I tried The Holy Oren Empire, Leumalin, and finally Malinor. There, I settled for 3 months in a quiet neighborhood that even some mobs weren't strong enough to walk to. My house was, of course, a tree that looked untouched and had naturally been grown there. My room was on the top of the tree with my treasures hidden under my bed. Yet, one night, it wasn't there. It was gone; disappeared. No trace left. I gasped when I found out that stormy night. Everything from my ancestors lay there in that box. And now, it was stolen! If only I knew who did it... an Orc? No, they would have cluttered to room and weren't that swift. A Dwarf? Wouldn't they have not stolen her treasure, but instead her building tools that was untouched on her desk. Wait- what about a Human? A Human is swift and goes for the loot! Many ignore what would fascinate a Dwarf and would never leave much proof behind. It had to be one! I grabbed my cloak, my sword, and off I went to find the robber. The next day, I went to a well known diner and there was the robber: a female woman wearing my grandmother's necklace. I stomped over, soaking wet from the storm. "You. You robbed me." The woman stared, stunned. "I-I thought it was abandoned!" She said. She gave a weak smile that faded away easily. She knew she had been caught. "Hand over the box!" I commanded. Slowly, she reached in her bag and pulled out my jewelry box. "Here," She started, "But let me keep something." She took off my grandmothers necklace and replaced it with a fake diamond one. Even though it was fake, the diamonds complemented her stormy eyes. "Okay." I said, not the least bit hesitant. She shrieked with joy and started playing around with the stolen gift. "I won't." I said another month or so later. "Why not?" Asked a man. "Because of Chirr." I started, "Since Chirr died in a battle, I shall never join one again!" A few men giggled. "Fine, let men die and let the wounded be reminded that they are braver than you are!" said the man, "Come on, boys." The man exited with 2 other men. One turned his back sincerely and then continued to walk out the door. Ever since then, I acted braver and kind yet sterner than I ever was before. Ambitions for the Future: To never join war and find a safer home. Personality: Strong, stern, brave, loving, kind Skills: Chopping wood, making trees Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Document2.doc 42.5K 0 downloads Any other details you wish to share about your character: Her enthusiasm for everything is shown in her eyes.

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Main Account Name: Cupcake1 Alternate Account Name: SweetTooth380 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: DST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: None Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: To act out a character you either created or were given. Meta-gaming: Information with not needed to be shared. Power-emoting: To show emotion or action only you can control. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Athri Leyun Veluael Current Age: 207 Race: Elf Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): After failing the promise I made at Chirr's deathbed, I went in search for a place to call home. I tried The Holy Oren Empire, Leumalin, and finally Malinor. There, I settled for 3 months in a quiet neighborhood that even some mobs weren't strong enough to walk to. My house was, of course, a tree that looked untouched and had naturally been grown there. My room was on the top of the tree with my treasures hidden under my bed. Yet, one night, it wasn't there. It was gone; disappeared. No trace left. I gasped when I found out that stormy night. Everything from my ancestors lay there in that box. And now, it was stolen! If only I knew who did it... an Orc? No, they would have cluttered to room and weren't that swift. A Dwarf? Wouldn't they have not stolen her treasure, but instead her building tools that was untouched on her desk. Wait- what about a Human? A Human is swift and goes for the loot! Many ignore what would fascinate a Dwarf and would never leave much proof behind. It had to be one! I grabbed my cloak, my sword, and off I went to find the robber. The next day, I went to a well known diner and there was the robber: a female woman wearing my grandmother's necklace. I stomped over, soaking wet from the storm. "You. You robbed me." The woman stared, stunned. "I-I thought it was abandoned!" She said. She gave a weak smile that faded away easily. She knew she had been caught. "Hand over the box!" I commanded. Slowly, she reached in her bag and pulled out my jewelry box. "Here," She started, "But let me keep something." She took off my grandmothers necklace and replaced it with a fake diamond one. Even though it was fake, the diamonds complemented her stormy eyes. "Okay." I said, not the least bit hesitant. She shrieked with joy and started playing around with the stolen gift. "I won't." I said another month or so later. "Why not?" Asked a man. "Because of Chirr." I started, "Since Chirr died in a battle, I shall never join one again!" A few men giggled. "Fine, let men die and let the wounded be reminded that they are braver than you are!" said the man, "Come on, boys." The man exited with 2 other men. One turned his back sincerely and then continued to walk out the door. Ever since then, I acted braver and kind yet sterner than I ever was before. Ambitions for the Future: To never join war and find a safer home. Personality: Strong, stern, brave, loving, kind Skills: Chopping wood, making trees Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Document2.doc Any other details you wish to share about your character: Her enthusiasm for everything is shown in her eyes.

Out-of-Character Minecraft Account Name: Famisha How Old Are You?: 13 Time Zone: DST (Daylight Savings Time) Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience to you have in role-playing?: I used to play Minecraft How did you hear of Lord of the Craft?: I actually looked up fun websites and this looked really cool so... I tried it. Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes In your own word, define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere: Role-playing: I would think it as being creative; making up lines for a character. Meta-playing: Implement knowledge not to be shared. It gives you too much information. Power-emoting: To show emotion or action only YOU can do with your character. In-Character Full Name: Famisha Wild Spring Currant Age: 332 Sub-race: High Elf Past/History ( include childhood, major events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long.): I was raised by my father while my mother was sick and living with my Uncle. When years passed and word got out on my mother's death, my father was fairly depressed. One night, when I got up to get a glass of water, I heard a male scream in horror. Afraid, I dashed to my father's bedroom, only to see his lifeless body lay there, on the floor, with a bloody knife in his hand. He had caused suicide. The next day, I was sent to the Elven Orphanage, an orphanage for all young girls. There, I met my best friend Emily. She was older than me and failed to learned to walk. She now rolls around in a little chair, way too small for her. I also met Miss Prickk, a long nosed, wicked elf that took advantage of anyone weaker. So, of course, she was my teacher there. "Famisha," she said in her icy voice one day, " come and tell your project." I walked up slowly and once at the front of the class, turned to face them. I tucked my hair behind my pointy ear and took a breath. "Any day now!" said Miss Prickk, smiling wildly. "I, um..." I started," couldn't do it." " Why not, pray tell?" she asked. I gulped and looked down at my black, black shoes. I finally gathered up my strength. "Because I was trying to teach Emily to walk." I heard whispers throughout the room. "I told stories," I added," to make her brave. Like the one about the Elven princess who traveled throughout the land to battle Orcs! And the other one on the robbing Human, coming to steal from a damsel with no left arm, but little did he know she could use a sword quite well." I heard more whispers. Finally, all eyes looked behind me. I turned, only to find what Miss Prickk had written in the board: FAMISHA WILD SPRING SHALL BE ATTENDING DETENTION. ANY OTHERS WHO WISH TO JOIN HER WILL BE PUNISHED THE SAME. I stared at the board and then looked at the scars on my arm from last detention. From then on, I never really spoke up in class again. Later, in my last year, I figured out my father did not commit suicide. She remember the window lay open on that freezing night when my father hated to let the night air in. I was furious! Another soul killed my father and now is living the life of a murderer! That night, I ran away, one disgusted by the orphanage's staff and school itself and second was to slay the murderer who dared to lay fingers on my father! Though, before I left, I left a note on Emily's bed with a token to show how much our friendship means. Ambitions for the future: To avenge my father death Personality: Strong hearted, willing; brave, loving/caring Skills: Farm work, building, battle strategizing Appearance: Has white hair, white clothes, pale skin, black eyes, has brown beads on head, carries silver sword. Open-Response-Questions question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react? I would walk up to them and say "Hey!" I would bring out my sword and say, "What's going on?" I would walk towards the elders until I was in front of the little ones. "Why this young one? Don't you have something else to do?" I would add. " We were scaring away the little BRATS from our garden!" they might say. " What if he doesn't want to-" I might say. But from experience, I would look closer at the child, which I skipped. So, I might look behind me and sure enough, they would be covered it dirt with an arm-full of fruit. Then I would scold the young ones, tell my apologies to the elders and continue my quest. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do? I would yell,"Poor man!" and help him up. "T-T- Thank you." He might say, " Gotta watch out for those rocks. I would chuckle and pick up the coins, but putting some in my sleeve just in case. " What ever could I do to repay you?" he might finally say. I would hesitate., "Those coins would do." He might stop and look at the pouch. Then, he might hand it to me and be on his way. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved). "Hello!" the man might say, "would you like anything?" I would stop and sort out my thoughts; I should steal it. But that would be wrong... but I need it. He has everything and I have nothing! I need to steal it. So, looking up, I said "Will you show me what small and light things you have?" "Of course!" He said and went busy with his job. A second later, he returned with and armful of items that all looked like it cost so much. "May you fit this in my travel pouch to see if they fit?" I said next. "Why, sure!" he answered. When all of it was in, I checked the weight: suitable. I smiled, "Thank you!" and dashed like my life depended on it.

Michele is the other half of me, which I like to call me "author side". I can think of anything and be able to make a story of it. Like this morning how I saw a leaf fall from a tree, I made a story of it being apart of a family, a digusted one. The leaf went and found it's own life... alone. But enough about me! And more about her... Michele. Michele is an average height of any elf and is yet, different. No one knows how to define her. Alone? Boring? Exciting? Average? Well, nice guesses, but here's the word your looking for: exotic. She from top to bottom the most EXOTIC elf there possibly ever lived. she has burnt orange hair, dark green eyes, and pale skin. She wore brown, wool clothes and a silver sword. Here is some stuff I made for her back story going from 1 to 10: 1. She will not even lay a FINGER down to help an Orc 2. She wishes to be a Dwarf 3. ran away when she was ten; she is now 16 4. does not ahve much education 5. is great at building mines 6.is SUPER curious (so caution) 7. is very daring 8. flies 9. lives in Aegis, Malinor 10. wants to go back to her family badly There you go! Now you are a Michele expert (which sounds really weird) Thanks for reading! I'll be here all week!

Name: Luna Age: 18 Eyes: Red Hair: Jet Black Race(s): High Elf Weapon: Just her bow and arrow Story on her life: Luna was always an orphan and was raised by a horrible orphanage. There she learned to be seen and not heard. She is against racism in anyway, great with children, and wishes to be free from "The Nightmare" called her home. Why, you wonder? Let me explain about Mrs. Punch: Mrs. Punch's nose was as long as a new, sharpened pencil, with her teeth matching the same color as the paint on the wood of one. She was strict and racist, going on about how pathetic Human's were. She always dressed in dark blue and was as tall as a giraffes neck. Her ears were long and pointed until the tip of her head. Her glass were arched with gold, and she HATED Luna. One day, Mrs. Punch was handing out tests when she saw that Luna was daydreaming out the window. Mrs. Punch smiled wickedly and scurried silently over to her desk. She grabbed one of her rulers that gave serious splinters and quietly dashed to Luna's desk, her smile widening. Raising up her ruler, she giggled and slapped at Luna's hands. Luna leapt in pain and stared with tears in her eyes at the new open cut she just got. "I will have no daydreaming in my class!" hollered Mrs. Punch. The rest of the students, who were watching the whole time, turned pale and returned to their work. Luna look down at her cut, which was now bleeding. "Go to your dormitory and bandage that wound!" said Mrs. Punch, pointing to the door. Another reason was because of the gardener, Jacob. He was raised on a farm far away from the orphanage and was very handsome. This caused Luna to fall deeply in-love with him. Except that he was 23 did not matter, only that there was a small possibility that he loved her back. The problem was, Jacob was a Gnome, not an Elf. So when Luna figured out, she was devastated. I know she said she wasn't at all racist, but, he was a prisoner at the orphanage and didn't want to make anything else horrible happen to him. The last reason was because of her room-mate, Cristy. Cristy was Luna's best friend, and that was the problem. Since Luna wanted to escape, she couldn't, just because she was stuck being Cristy's friend. Why couldn't Cristy come along in the escape was because Cristy... Cristy was always a touchy subject. She always loved the opposite of what Luna loved and so that always put them in a fight. If they were together on escaping, they would probably always fight on running East or running West. Also, Cristy would never steal. In fact, she would and never did anything bad. So that was another problem that Luna didn't want to deal with. At last came the day Luna disappeared from the orphanage. She moved to Normandor, Malinor and wants to find a job being a builder. -Cupcake1

Name: Famisha Eye Color: Stormy Gray Hair Color: Dirt Brown Skin: Light, Light Green Race(s): Half Blood (High Elf and Wood Elf) Back-Story: Famisha was raised after her her wise elders after her mother and her father was fined and thrown in jail after a serious crime. What They Look Like: She has a cloak on, as black as night. When she flies, her cloak rises because of the air, Un-vealing a decorated knife, which she bought from a trader. Though, it i very hard to see. Thank you.

My character's name is Famisha. She is a Half-Breed; between a High Elf and a Wood Elf. She has taught herself how to fight and survive. She copied an enemy and now she can fly. Famisha has a soft heart and is seen with a cloak on, only revealing one stormy gray eye and her dirt brown hair. She is a bar-tender; near where there are many deep ponds. She used to tell stories about the ponds and clean cups at the same time. She was a joy to be around. Not only her beauty, but her kindness also made others feel right at home. Until one fatal day, that all changed. There was a war between the Elves and the Orcs. She was captured and held hostage for 6 days. No one looked for her. When she escaped, she was treated just the same as any bar-tender would be treated. No one believed her story. So now, she is a fighting and Un-known criminal, but is kind to those who care and protect her.