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"Thank you madam."i trun around and head out.
"no thank you. for keeping this village safe from harm."she waves me farwell.
i walk out the door. following the man. i soon see him alseep in the middle of the road. i pick him up and carry him to the princess's house. wacthing the flowers along the road. noticeing they were quite lovely.

Name: Jordan, Refugee
Age: 25
Race: Human
Elements: Elemental fighter. can use the elements to his desire, mostly using Earth in his combat skills, but can use fire and a little water to his advantage. Excellent survival skills.
Bio: My small scooner from the closest island/mainland got caught up in a storm nearby the island that wasn't plotted on the map. The propane vessel on my boat blew up, sending a potted plant straight for my face while a tidal wave was crashing upon me, when lightning struck the main mast. The mix of elements (Fire, earth, water, lightning, air) blew me off of my boat and onto the nearby island. I awoke on a bed of fire-hardened earth with my newfound ability to control the elements. After a short while wandering, I came upon the natives and used my control over the elements to help build houses, start fires, etc, etc. The crash happened when I was 18. I've lived 7 years on the island.
Weapon: Two daggers and a short sword strapped horizontally across his lower back.
Appearance: ((can't find a good pic ANYWHERE)) but, he has shoulder-length blonde hair, Carries two knives on his hips, and a single, straight shortsword across his lower back. He wears baggy, comfortable island pants and a plain white button-up t-shirt. Blue eyes, strong build, and no shoes.

Character name: Elfangor Sirinal Shamtul
Refugee or native: Refugee
Age: 489
Race: lycan
elements: Twilight. ((a mixture iof light and dark.))

Bio: Elfangor and his people were nomads by trade. They never quite stayed in one place. Elfangor was a guard for the ambassador to his people. on one fateful journey, His ship was caught in a terrible storm and he went out to help secure the ship. while he was tying down the cargo, Elfangor was hit by a stray board. knocking him unconsious and flinging him overboard.
Weapon of preference: claws and teeth.
Appearance:

Elfangor pushed himself up and scanned his surroundings. Apparently he was on an uncharted island. Elfangor sniffed the air, searching for any familiar scents, but he found none. "D'arvit!"

Elfangor noticed a thick forest. He was curious so he decided to investigate this island. He shrugged, what else could he do?

"Yes, my friend, it has. I'm afraid there's been several disturbances as of late... The waters are more and more turbulent around the island. I found some wreckage earlier today, and I'm sure we've had another boat crash. There's the possiblity that there are survivors. Other than that, the fires are calm, the earth remains solid as always, and the airs are blowing calmly. The elements are fine."
Jordan catches his breath after the long dialogue.
"This one very well may have been from the same wreckage... Was there any debris around him?"

Jordan haunches over, winded. Just before the man can get away, Jordan analyzes his footprints on the ground, learning to recognize the contour and shape of them. He can easially follow the strange man anywhere now.

Jordan follows the footsteps through the forest as they meander for a while. He sees they lead towards Sam's house, and Jordan walks inside to find the man unconcious on the floor.
"Tsk. Oh well."
Jordan summons the power of wind and uses a gentle but strong draft to lift the man in tattered clothes off the floor and place him on the guest bed.
"I'll wait until you wake up."
Jordan then lights a fire in the pit with his palm and proceeds to make some tea.