Name of Character in The World- Echo
Name of Real World Player- Austin Edwards
Age- (Real Life Character) 17
Class- Blademaster
Clothing- (The World Player)Echo A black top and scarf, with an iridescent blue sort-of skirt, with black shorts underneath. And black boots.
Eye color- (The World Player) Red
Height- (The World Player)5"7
Hair color- (The World Player) Black
Personality- (Real Life Character) Echo is a little strange. She has an odd sense of humor, and can be a little introspective. She can be unpredictable, and has mood swings. However, she's usually good-natured.
Weapon/Armor-Weapon: Brave Sword

Head – Bandanna (Repth)
Arm – Wristbands (Juk Rom)
Body – Leather Coat (Gan Zot)
Feet – Sandals
Writing sample It had gotten dark out.

Austin hadn't expected nightfall to come this quickly. True, she hadn't been entirely attentive, but she SWORE that the last time she looked at the clock, it had been three PM. Had she really spent the whole afternoon reading the manual to the World? She had bought the game on a recommendation--no, at the insistance--of a friend. But that was a while ago. Friends had become ex-friends, her life had changed, etc, etc---well, the point was, she hoped the game would still work. It sat dusty and unopened in her room until today. Why did she take it out today? She didn't know. She had nothing better to do. At least she had gotten around to it.

How had she, exactly, discovered the world? Well. She was younger. Not, perhaps, in body, but certainly mentally. This was before her life had started to screw up. Nothing too terrible, of course--typical teenage angst. And she was embarrassed that she had let it get to her. However, this had little to do with her discovery of The World, and thus wasn't worth the time it took to reminisce.

"You haven't gotten it yet?" Thom had asked her, incredulous. "The World? Everyone's got a copy. Even me. And you know how terrible I am with electronics."

"I'm busy," she shrugged, refusing to meet his gaze. "I've got better things to do than play video games."

There was a pregnant pause.

"No, you haven't," Thom replied matter-of-factly.

"That's true."

Time passed. Austin was certain that Thom had completely forgotten about their conversation (such was the nature of Thom's brain: completely forgetful and, at times, lacking in proper decorum). And, oddly enough, she began to be interested in The World. One thing that struck her in particular was its popularity--she had begun to notice bits of conversation that didn't make sense to her, but were clearly about the same thing. Discussions of blade misters (what was a blade mister? or was it blademeister?) and events (aren't they the same as parties?) and parties (what types of parties were they, and who were they throwing them for?) piqued her curiosity. She was loath to admit it, but she could see herself, if she ever acquired the game, becoming addicted. She could never admit it to Thom; doing so would compromise her pride. So, she was stuck, not willing to drop hints, but desperately wanting to. Until her birthday.

"This isn't a proper gift," she mumbled, eying the box. "You haven't wrapped it."

"Shut up, and take it," Thom grumbled. "I spent an astonishing amount of money in it."

"No, you didn't."

"Nope."

This brought her back to the present: seated in front of her computer, twiddling her thumbs. Even though she had looked forward to joining The World, she had let the box grow dusty and disappear into the mess of her apartment. If she hadn't decided to finally clean said apartment this morning, who knows how long it would've taken her to finally install the game? Somehow, she still felt like she was doing something wrong. It made her uncomfortable to remember why she had wanted to join the world, and eventually join it, but she felt she had to. It was strange logic. The thing that made it attractive to her was the idea of becoming a different person. To start over, in a way. Her character in the game would become, in a sense, who she wanted to be. Or so she hoped. First, she would have to figure out how everything worked. Why had she been so reluctant? She wasn't sure. However, her aversion to the game hadn't ceased.

"Until now," she murmured, and inserted the disc.