Post by Lainy on Dec 16, 2007 21:08:06 GMT -5
Character Name: Kati Farkas
Sex: Female
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Please Describe your character in a short paragraph: She's canon! Though I really really dont watch the show as often it would take to understand the whole plot. I dont know who this character is BUT I'm willing to do everything and anything just to have her ^^
Sample:
[This is pretty damn old but I've always liked it. I hope you do too.]
A few miles off from the forest camped outside of town were the Muckrakers scouts, as they liked to be called. They patrolled the borders of the Kingdom, and what exactly they were doing near town was a complete mystery. They were never well liked in town, the trouble makes, the foul-mouthed men who caused scenes in the streets. The only reason they were tolerated was because of the business they brought in, that and there were rumors of a vampire witch amongst them. Casting hexes if the town dare exclude them. But of course, rumors were simply that, rumors. No one dared prove it; no one dared to try.
The scouts never stayed at Inn within the town, preferring the outdoors, the stars. That and they weren't very sociable beings during the day. The lead scout was said to be a tall angular woman, currently ostracized in her tent.
"I'm going out for more wood..."Murmured the raspy female voice from within the tent.
The guard outside shifted uneasily his eyes flicking from the tent flap to the dim sunlight that peeked through the wisp of clouds. He shook his head speaking quickly, as though to make his point he stood directly in front of the flap of the tent. "Ya can', Bonnie, nawt while the sun is oot..."
There was a silence; the soldier felt a slight pride in convincing their lead scout that she should stay hidden from the sunlight. He turned away from the tent and began to walk toward the circle of men who were mapping something within the circle. No one in their ranks had ever convinced Pandora of doing anything, let alone hiding from sunlight, only Darius was capable of doing it properly. The auburn haired man began to feel slightly proud of his achievement and began brag to his fellows.
"I managed tah do it..." As he spoke he seemed to have grown an inch taller.
Half interestedly a dark haired scout who had been peeling an apple looked up at him. He sat on a stump facing Pandora's tent. "Do what?"
The auburn haired man turned his attentions to the only man who had heard him. "Convinced 'er to stay in 'er tent fer the day..."
The dark haired man smirked slightly and took a bite of his apple shaking his head, his eyes laughing at the man. "You mean, Pandora? That woman's never listened to her father - why in gods name do you think she's gonna go sweet now? I saw her leave through the back of the tent before you finished your blabbering. Come on sit, have an apple..."
A dark hooded figure trudged through the forest, her boots stepping down on twigs and dead brambles noisily. It was as though the wanderer's intentions were to step on each and every twig and dead leaf in the forest. Although the figure was mostly hidden under a cloak one could clearly see the slender outline of fear wrapped with skin. The figure’s movements were quick, almost panicked. As the figure ran on there was a clatter of wood against wood and the hooded figure stopped dead in its tracks. Turning back reluctantly the figure turned and knelt down next to the fallen arrows. A wisp of dark wavy hair fell over her face, and small smirk crept over her thin lips. In the shade of the trees the figure seemed surreal, almost inhuman.
As she knelt, the cloak wrapped around her shoulders billowed in the light zephyr. There was a hint of a slight bosom underneath the cloak, so it was a woman after all. Her skin was unnaturally pale, as though it hadn't seen the sun’s rays in years. The smirk grew larger, across those thin cold lips, as she glanced at the pouch at her side, not a tear, yet the arrows had all fallen. Pandora removed her hood gingerly as though the slightest mistake could mean the death of her. Tenderly her gloved hands fingered the fallen arrows inspecting them closely for any damage. She spoke softly to the chill open air with a slight familiarity.
"Darius...I'm not goin' tah loose my head over a wee bit of sun do you hear? Those healers were frauds; besides, I can do what I want. The fortuneteller said it’s all up to destiny." She spoke in a careful voice as to not offend this Darius. Her gray eyes closed slowly She glanced up at the canopy of trees above her as though expecting to see a figure floating above her, but none appeared. She smiled slightly, her arms crossed as she placed the arrows back into the pouch securing them tightly and standing slowly. An admiring smile playing on her thin lips, the smile looked out of place somehow, as though out of a faintly remembered dream, distant. "Non Ducor, Duco Darius...remember that, brother... I am not lead, I lea-"
The chill winter's wind blew through the trees violently, her cloak whipped her face violently, leaves swirled about dancing eerily. Pandora raised her gloved hands, shielding her eyes. Something was amiss.
Pandora's gray eyes narrowed, through the black scarf that was shielding the rest of her face, her eyes straining to see through the gale. She was hearing voices again voices not her own. No wonder the men called her the mad witch. But she refused to give in. She was not mad. Her brother had always denied it. She was merely different. Seeing things that werent there, speaking to the people in her head. But that meant nothing now. Darius was dead, the night she had seen demons dancing around the camp grounds she had shot at one of them with her bow shooting her own brother. But it was not considered murder among the Muckrakers only a way to come up in ranks. And so they had assumed that mad little sister had murdered her brother for the power that came with it.
Impossible, that voice, why does it choose to follow me now? Pandora backed away trying to find a tree to be her shield against the wind. She bared her fangs as she spoke "who are you? Why do you keep speaking to me?"
The wind died down and the leaves fluttered to the ground dancing merrily in the air. Her short hair slapped at her face, stinging her cheeks, but her mind wasn't focused on that now. Pandora whirled around her eyes trying to focus on the thing that had spoken to her. She was growing impatient; she drew her sword brandishing it violently as she whirled around. "Show yourself beast, mage, or whatever you may be! Show yourself! Let me be rid of you once and for all!"
For a moment it seemed as if the forest held its breath, waiting. And for a moment Pandora half hoped for something to jump at her, to snarl, something, but after a few moments nothing happened. Pandora glared at the trees around her as though they had been the cause of her failure to see the thing that had spoken to her. Pandora gave a low growl as she drew back her sword and began to pick up the rest of her arrows. As though the forest seemed to sense her unease, there were more cracks of braches near by and more odd noises following Pandora durring her trek back to camp. Maybe she was mad, or maybe the mage she met as a child had something planned for her.
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