Breezey

Gah! Sorry. Holidays and stuff. I shall craft words in a pleasing manner soon. Probably not today because >work But soon. Very, very soon.

The part of me that's been crafting long lasting roleplay characters giggles at the character development for my gal to see all these people die in front of her. Then the logical part is like "Da fuq, this is a casual thing. You can't just want everyone to die."

One of us... One of us... But no really, I probably should have looked at other people's powers before going "Hey, lets just make a generic power!" It's okay to blame me for the brutal death that's coming.

Name : Ayla Gender : Female Age : 55 (Appears around the age of 20) Species: Elven-human mutt. Physical Appearance: A modest young woman without too many sexualized curves and definitely lacking in the rack department, she breaks away from the cliche associated with her kind by appearing almost childish interms of development. That being said, she is still quite young and inexperienced. Her hair, white and akin to silk, falls down her body like water, bending at every curve, and staying close to her frame until it fizzles out just above her rump. Despite it's beautiful appearance,

I was kidnapped, brainwashed, and then scared to this thread by a centaur. It's been an interesting day. I shall join your merrymaking and shenanigans shortly. After I finish reading the OP. Does it ever end..?