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Posted on May 30, 2009 at 03:10:51 AM by Armand x Koen
im afraid to believe what i am is real Name: Armand Gender: Male Appearance: Armand is rather healthy looking, his skin a little tanned but not much more than usual and muscles slightly point out from his in the past frail body. The maximum four feet high for a fairy, Armand is no weirder nor better in physical appearance than any other fairy. His hair is light brown, and he wears a white puffy shirt and white puffy slack-like things… with a blue and gold robe thing over it, in the colors of his old family crest. Armand’s eyes are a dark grey, like a stormy night. Age: 24 Personality: Armand is quiet and plotting, although he steps up occasionally and wows the crowd with his speech. Careful to choose his words with the utmost care and thought to make the most of the situation, and makes sure he is heard. Armand is generally obedient and wont rebel against anything, even if he was tied up. Familiar name: Koen Familiar species: Phoenix Familiar appearance: Koen is the typical rather large hawk like bird with the red insides and the yellowing tips to all his body, like the burning flame a Phoenix depicts. The ends of his tail and wing feathers are slight flames that don’t burn anyone, they are just there for decoration. His eyes are blue, and he is also very intelligent. Koen has only one phobia, and a rather strange one for a phoenix- fire. History: Since I’m new, I don’t really know what to put, because I don’t know much about the life of fairies. Sample post: He sat, quietly, making sure no-one was around in the quiet glade, and that he was along save the burning bird perched on his shoulder, waves coming from his mind into Armand’s. The pond they sat at was mirror clear, and Armand knew that he had come at the right time. Dew littered the grass like ash littered wastelands after a wildfire. Koen raised his head slightly, and gazed across the smooth water, drifting a wing up like he was about to fly. Armand smiled and touched his claw reassuringly. He touched a plant, felt the leaves and sighed contentedly. If this is what it was like to be free, then he would have it. Far into the woods, beyond the entrance to the glade and the clearing there, was the remains of what had been the house of his family. Armand was not sad to see it go, all he had been was a servant to his father and mother, while his brother’s and sisters ran around because they were not of age yet to work in the house-hold. Armand having been born ten years before his first sister, he was much older, and although held a position of power should his father fall from the throne he believed he sat in, had less power than his kin while he was a servant. He didn’t even get paid, and Armand knew that Koen had been the one thing that had stopped him going away, for, no matter how painful it was, his father was cruel enough to hold the phoenix while he squirmed and let Armand crawl away, breathless after a few steps out of range from Koen. Armand, let your thought dwindle away from that now smothered pit of depression. We are free now, dearheart, and we shall roam the world as we please Armand enjoyed the encouragement from Koen, for like him, the bird was not much of a speaker. An small otter drifted across the water, disturbing it with ripples as it surged ahead, perhaps to it’s fishing grounds or home. It could have children, or be a teenager of some sort. It could be planning on having a life, and as Armand knew, it never worked out like that. Having been punished until his mother produced a girl for replacing the one who had truly inherited the house –his mother- he knew it would have been better for him not to have been born in the first place. But he could not pick is family, and surely this respite and sense of peace and tranquillity than seemed to be boundless in his cleared head was Armand’s reward. He trailed his foot in the water absentmindedly. Now he had nothing to do, his mind lacked the creativity to think up some kind of game he could play with the world, the bountiful nature that was around him. Armand looked up at Koen, and nodded his head, his brown hair flying into the air as a gesture. He allowed it to settle, then stretched. Koen spread his wings, and flew, as high as he could but still in sight of Armand. He knew what his familiar was going to do, but the show of aerial acrobatics was something to help his mind wander from the world he had had but a few hours ago. If he hadn’t been instructed to get the tea from the kitchen, then he would have been killed along with his mother. Armand wasn’t quite sure what had happened yet himself. He went downstairs, and just as he started climbing the great, narrow steps he heard a scream and froze, Koen instantly joining him just in case. Now, he was in the kitchen and had many weapons, but the attackers didn’t venture outside. His siblings may have been burnt also. But in Armand’s mind, it had saved him building a funeral pyre and scaring Koen because he would’ve had to get close to it. He lent forward and rubbed the liquid crystal’s between his fingers, before taking a sip. He wasn’t perfect, but he was on the road to completion. Anything else you wish to include: As you know, I used that coin you get for Koen :): Your player name: Lysan How you found out about us: You got affiliated to Lands of Flame, a site Im on. |
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