Post by Locke on Sept 27, 2015 19:34:04 GMT -7
Character Description:
An Elven woman with pale blond hair. her only truly distinguishing features are a strange blue tattoo on her forehead and eyes which glow with a peculiar black light when she gets particularly angry. She can usually be found dressed in an evening dress with a tattered book in her hand.
Character History:
She found herself waking up one day in the middle of rook's market district in a tattered dress with nothing but a tattered book in her hand, above her flew a particularly sized bee who buzzed around her warding off nearby pedestrians from her body. She looked around and searcher her memory bought found nothing, not even who she was. She looked at the journal and found the title "Cypher's Log hmm" she said to herself. "well then i suppose my name is Cypher" she reasoned. So Cypher stood up and looked through the book in the middle of that busy boulevard, within where many illustrations of fantastical and terrible beings with little facts jotted tightly in the margins. On the last page there was nothing but a frantically scribbled out picture of a being with many tentacles and a note written in a large chaotic writing uncharacteristic to the journal.
HE IS WATCHING
And a note that said simply "find the Golden Plow".
With nothing but the journal and the pesky wasp who wordlessly followed her Cypher set out to find this Golden Plow and hopefully her past.
An Elven woman with pale blond hair. her only truly distinguishing features are a strange blue tattoo on her forehead and eyes which glow with a peculiar black light when she gets particularly angry. She can usually be found dressed in an evening dress with a tattered book in her hand.
Character History:
She found herself waking up one day in the middle of rook's market district in a tattered dress with nothing but a tattered book in her hand, above her flew a particularly sized bee who buzzed around her warding off nearby pedestrians from her body. She looked around and searcher her memory bought found nothing, not even who she was. She looked at the journal and found the title "Cypher's Log hmm" she said to herself. "well then i suppose my name is Cypher" she reasoned. So Cypher stood up and looked through the book in the middle of that busy boulevard, within where many illustrations of fantastical and terrible beings with little facts jotted tightly in the margins. On the last page there was nothing but a frantically scribbled out picture of a being with many tentacles and a note written in a large chaotic writing uncharacteristic to the journal.
HE IS WATCHING
And a note that said simply "find the Golden Plow".
With nothing but the journal and the pesky wasp who wordlessly followed her Cypher set out to find this Golden Plow and hopefully her past.