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Nari

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  • Joined: Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:46 pm
  • Last visited: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:50 pm
  • Total posts: 12 - Search user’s posts [ 0.24% of all posts / 0.00 posts per day ]
  • Most active forum: Role Playing Archives [ 7 Posts / 58.33% of user’s posts ]
  • Most active topic: Dreams of Glory [ 3 Posts / 25.00% of user’s posts ]

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~~Captain Nari De`Wyndsor~~


"Cannons don't kill people..."


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"...Pirates with cannons kill people, ya scurvy sea-slug!"
  • Level: 5
  • Experience: 1813
  • Primary Class: Rogue
  • Secondary Class: Mage
  • Gold Remaining: 50
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  • Hit Points: 8
  • Hit: 8
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  • Evasion: +1
  • Title: Dark Phoenix
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  • Age: 47 (Appears 20ish)
  • Race: Other ( Dark Celestial Phoenix )
  • Origin: Other ( To be discovered....perhaps. )
  • Religion: Undecided ( Hell no! )
  • Physical Features:
    Screams, cause someone was watching her skinny dip in the lake! Most likely, it was that damned Reid fellow...or one of his reporters. "You side-winding sea-serpent, shut yer fecking eyes! Turn 'round er something, ya damned pervert, give a girl some privacy!" Staring at the unexpected guest, she narrowed her eyes somewhat. "Of all the damned luck, ya hafta to wander way the hell out here to try and get a peek at me?!" Smirking, she stalked for the shore, sloshing and splashing the water noisily until she was on the bank.

    Hands on her hips, she kept that devilish smirk. "A'right, turn 'round and get yer damned eyeful." she grumbled, annoyed.

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    The 5'3 woman was a spitfire for sure! Though small in stature, she was every pirate's naughty dream curve wise. An hour-glass figure drew eyes to either her ass or boobs, and men were slop-munching pigs. Her luxurious dark honeyed auburn hair hung to about breast length and often was bound in varied braided styles. More often then not, she'd put feathers, shells, or beads in her locks too depending on her mood.

    Often times a colorful bandana would be seen around her head to keep those unruly locks out of her radiant multi-hued eyes. When not braided, her hair was often simply kept back by a bandana that matched whatever outfit she wore.

    Once heavily scarred, she no longer bore so many, for a friend had long ago removed them. The latest ones were from an electrocution during a recent fight with some dip-shit upstart. Her hands and arms had been gruesomely charred. Although she had healed, there were still hideous scars behind. Bracers and gloves would most likely be worn much of the time.

    Peering out from the shadowy depths of her hooded cloak; often a crimson or black one, one would notice a pair of very unique eyes. As one gazed into the eyes of the Celestial Phoenix, they would first see a silver sclera (the white of ones eyes), with a ring of blue around the pitch black slitted pupil. A thin ring of gold along with flickering golden flecks danced within the depths of her iris, surrounding a small speck of red, writhing flames. Little did anyone know this was a residual effect from the four elements within her now.

    Around her neck a silver chain could be seen with a ruby pendant resting just above her cleavage. Two hearts entwined with a rose holding them together glittered for all to see.

    A band of light blue silver resided upon her right middle finger, and if one listened closely, they could hear it humming slightly. If she or someone rubbed a finger across it, within their mind, they would see and hear a Silver Dragon singing an ancient song of water.

    Resting upon her hips by way of a silver studded black leather belt, hung her prized blades. Two scimitars with mother-of-pearl hilts, one pommel bearing a white pearl within a black diamon, the other a solid black pearl, within a clear diamond.

    Matching daggers totaling four in number were also normally upon her person; two hanging on her belt, two stuffed in her boots. Each dagger was engraved with a single feather wreathed in flames. Often times one will see a black composite longbow slung across her back, and a full quiver of arrows. Also, a warhammer could be summoned to her at will; its name was carved upon it. It was called 'Respect', and had been a gift from a King.

    Last but certainly not least, impressive black wings with blue-green and purplish highlighted tips were often hidden under her cloak.

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*From the secretive confines of a hidden extra-dimensional space, a massively long scroll, which was all rolled up very neatly appears.* "Ya probably ought ta light a couple oil lamps an' sit down for this damned novel, friend. You're gonna be here a while." murmured the pirate.

Heh....incoming!
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