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Sorairo

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About Sorairo

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    America (Or USA)

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  • Character Name
    Bunch of Greek Referances
  • Character Race
    Elves

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  1. Ama puts on her Sun dress and gets the flowers ready to be woven into Tiva.
  2. Which character of mine was your favorite. (You've basicly seen all of them.) What was your first impression of me? Is Kasfer's tree as small as him?
  3. Why did you let Eris kick Mystery's butt so badly in fight night? Also should I make an AMA? Do u know da way?
  4. Eris signs her name, just to see how far she’ll go. ”Eh, I’ll be fine in the end.”
  5. In an instant, a thought flickered within the young, yet not young, woman’s mind as she stare towards the shipyard they’ve departed slowly disappear into the mist, growing smaller and smaller within distance. She’d continue to stare; thinking, negotiating, compromising silently for a couple minutes. Debates, arguments, counters, wishes, hopes, and reasoning all at a standstill, one group not overcoming the other, invisions of likely outcomes not as appealing as another, cons and pros at match… Until she’d suddenly lift both her hands, her eyes analyzing and taking in details, as if that would solve her current issue, same thought that threw her into this mess. Her eyes narrowed, annoyance growing on her face. “Scarless.” Scarless from overexposure to the Light. Scarless from lack of use. Scarless, such as her face and arms were old scars could of been once found, once upon of time, but alas, they were no more. As if nothing happen within her life. Even if the fact is far from the truth. She’d glance towards her right palm, “scarless” eccos within her mind once more, seeming to make an attempt of recognition of the broken vow made over a century before, back to a time of a beloved elder sister and mother that’d fade into time one way or another, or the siblings she’d kept an eye out during the years that followed. One of the few things that, no matter what anyone told her, she didn’t exactly regret, nor would take back. Nor the young ones, may they seem to be too busy to visit her sometimes but the youngest, that she’d adored since their births. Her eyes refocus back upon her hands, the thought coming back to haunt her, tease her… “How did you even get so far?” the thought asked her, and for the longest, she’s yet to answer, didn’t have an answer. “The question is, how did you get so twisted and behind?” An answer, may it just be correcting the question, was simply her answer. To which, the answer for such a question, was maybe too complex or even too simple for her to correctly and fully answer. Isn’t that how you’re supposed to answer questions? Understand the problem at hand and take steps to solve it? She didn’t know, and to be trueful, I don’t know. Though, a fresh start might be in call. New series of adventure to learn from and develop and learn. It sometimes make me wonder, if the most influenceable card within tarot is Death, the signal of a new start with foundation of the past. Unlike it’s Fool counterpart, in which calls upon the inexperienced and clean slate. She sighs, closing her eyes and take a deep breath. Mentally taking up scissors, the melody of snip, snip, snip, snip, snip echoing within her soul and body… Heavy burdens that retained for much of her life cleansing from them both. “Welp, that happen.” Strangely, she didn’t shed a tear as she thought she would, only felt her lungs breathe easier since forever. She’d began to wonder, how long it would take to gain something that was lost. “I guess,” she’d started to speak out loud, for anyone and anything to hear, she didn’t care, “it depends on the subject lost.” She’d once more glance back towards the docks that long since disappeared, rolling her shoulders as a much more pressing matter crossed her mind. “Now when am I going to get him his milk…” she whistles, stretching her arms.
  6. I never thought I’d see a magic weak to Water Evocation... This is interesting... Good job Farryn!
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