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Title: Kitiana Maskan


Kitiana Maskan - February 18, 2004 01:09 PM (GMT)
Character's Name: Kitiana Maskan

Race: Elven

Age: 19 in human years

Height: 5'8

Weight: 115

Eye Colour: Light Blue

Hair Colour: Silvery blue

Element: Water

Physical Description: Long silvery blue hair, that falls in waves, just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a light blue in colour, that darken when her emotions are strong. She has olive coloured skin on a toned body. She wears a long sleeved, long flowing blue dress, with brown boots, that reach to her knees. Comfortable to walk in. A necklace of silver, with a small sapphire stone, given to her by her mother, hangs around her neck. She also wears a matching bracelet, given to by her father.

Personality: She is caring, gentle and friendly. Likes to have fun and to laugh.

Class: Beast Tamer

Level: 1

Weapon: Hunter's Bow

Head Armour: Jade Green Cloth Cloak (Hooded)

Body Armour: Leather Breastplate (under her dress)

Hand Armour: Leather Gloves

Leg Armour: Leather Boots

Gold: 3,000

Items: Bandage Kit

The Skills Your Character Has: Tame Woodlands - This skill allows the basic control over small creatures, anything as small as insects and rats, all the way up to things as large as birds, some snakes, or possibly cub wolves.

History: Kitiana (or Kiti for short by her close friends and family) grew up as the youngest of three children to elven parents. Her parents were happy that their youngest was born a female. She grew up in a happy home, with her older brothers and parents. She was constantly being protected by her older brothers, who saw her as fragile. She hated that fact, as she saw it as they were still treating her like a child. They tried to teach her how to fight but found she wasn't very strong.

She was always getting herself hurt, trying to do the same things as her brothers. Everything they could do, she had to give a try even if she was physically harmed. She was always bruising herself, straining something or on the rare occasion, breaking something.

Her brother's and herself, went hunting one morning, far from their home. They were planning on spending a few nights out camping. On the second night, they were attacked by a group of bandits. Kitiana hang back as her brothers fought the men off, so when she was taken as a captive, they could do nothing as they fought to stay alive. The remaining bandits escaped.

For a few years, she lived with the leader of these men, having to do whatever his bidding was. One day, he never came from a hunting trip and she took off, taking the opportunity for freedom. She took whatever she could and ran.

Not knowing where she was, she travelled for a long time before she found a small hut, resided by an old male hermit. He took her in, teaching her all that he knew. He was a gentle man, who loved animals and passed on his knowledge to the girl he had adopted as his own. She lived with him, until his death. Taking the little belongings that she had, she left the hut, which had become home and went in search of civilisation and the family she once had.





Tonio Asura - February 18, 2004 02:42 PM (GMT)
Okay. Several things that need to be fixed.

1) You can't be half-elven: somebody else was told to change away from that earlier, so I'm gonna keep that the standard. Choose human or elven.

2) Make your story longer.

3) Work on your grammar and spelling.

Kitiana Maskan - February 19, 2004 01:06 PM (GMT)
So sorry about the spelling and grammer. I did it late at night and was tired. I was in a rush to get it done. It is all fixed now :)

Tonio Asura - February 19, 2004 02:26 PM (GMT)
Eh... I'll let off the one spelling error I think I see as a likely British spelling of the word. Curse differences in American and British English. Anyways, the story still needs to be longer.




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