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{ So, I've decided to make a fairy/mythical creatures roleplay. So you can either be a fairy, a mythical creature, or both. ^^ And yeah, you can be an animal-human too, so have fun!! =] }

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[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

ooc; -hopsin- Oooh! Oooh! Blackie wants to join. :]

[Agii♫]

ooc. Moi aussi! I think I'll bring in my Raiden ^^.
Y'all remember him from the mythical creature market, right? xp

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A silouhette of a human shape sat on the branch of a great willow tree, sunlight peeking at it's face. As the silouhette came fully into the sunlight, and she tucked some hair behind her pointed ear, you could tell that this was no human at all. The silouhette of the female was in fact an elf.

The elf was given the name Thalia at birth, and had been living for fifteen springs. She is a firey and spirited girl, and not one to mess with. She wasn't what you would call rude, but she was very sarcastic, and isn't afraid to tell you what she's thinking. One more thing: she was /way/ too proud for her own good, and she hates admitting she's wrong, usually making up excuses to try to prove that she is right about something. And she definitely isnt' what you would call perfect, but that's just fine with her.

As as the sun rose higher, you could see her features better. Her silky raven black hair was cut short, into kind of a bob, except for two longer locks of hair in the front that came down a couple of inches past her shoulders. Almost covering her intense violet stare were thick black bangs. The sunlight glared in her eyes, and she furrowed her eybrows, which were usually arched over her eyes. The only things that you could call delicate about Thalia was probably her hands, which were small with quick, slim fingers, which made her good at archery and handy with a sword, and her feet, which were also small, like a fairy's. Over her lean body, she wore a light grey shirt and a blue pair of shorts. She wasn't all that tall, but her legs were rather long. Her face was sort of like a pixies, with large eyes and a small, slightly upturned nose. Her skin was rather pale, and mostly smooth except for the many cuts and bruises that she had from her many explorations, and just traveling.

Her bare feet made small tapping noises on the smooth wood as she tapped them up and down. A warm breeze that came with the sunshine of spring tossed her hair around her face. Beside her sat a dagger, but it was so finely crafted that you could mistake it for a small sword. It was about a foot long, and the metal was steel. The blade was so thin you would think it was flimsy, but this dagger was about the toughest thing you could encounter. The handle of the dagger was made out of silver, engraved with little vines of ivy, and the case that enclosed the dagger was made out of pure obsidian, with a satin red ribbon wrapped around the top. Also lying beside her there was a burlap bag. Inside the bag there were leather slippers, six apples, and a little earthen jug of water.

Here, she liked to finally call home. She had an underground house right next to and under the great willow tree that she was sitting in. She lived alone, but didn't mid too much. She used to live with her sister, but they had gone two seperate ways.

On the oustide, Thalia seemed like a person that could never be hurt, only one that could hurt others, but on the inside, Thalia was one of the most sensitive people you could ever meet.

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