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Alureah The Protector Captain
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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 12:19 pm
Have you ever thought about your gaia avi having a story to it? If you do, post it here. =) You can edit your post at any time. It can be as long or as short as you want it to be.
Just post once, and edit it if you so please.
Everyone can commit on it, but it has to be constructive criticism. No mean comments or you'll be hearing from me >:U
If you have different stories for different Avis, then post either a picture or tek-tek version of the avi you're talking about and post in a different post for each.
Anyways, have fun! Get creative!
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 6:24 pm
I guess I can post a skeleton for you guys if you need the help to start out. [b]Character's name:[/b]
[b]Character's age:[/b]
[b]Childhood:[/b]
[b]Adult hood:[/b]
[b]Adventures/fights:[/b]
[b]Death:[/b]
[b]Strengths/weaknesses:[/b]
[b]Tek-tek picture/drawn picture of said character:[/b]
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 4:47 pm
Okay. I chose not to use the skeleton. So. Here's my story for Alureah the Protector
Our story begins with a young girl, about the age of thirteen, who had blue eyes and brown hair, white skin. She lived in a very early age in New York City, where there were no cars or planes, but horse drawn wagons and people just walking about. Well, Alureah was very young when here parents were brought over from France and into America. She was a very shy girl who normally explored the outer rim of the city. Well, her parents never liked the rustle and bustle of the city, so they moved out to the country with the other explorers.
They lived in a nice log cabin, small, but nice. Alureah just usually stayed to herself, never talking to anyone, not even her parents. She usually stayed to her books and to the wilderness outside her home. She was an explorer. She loved everything that this world had to offer.
At age twenty, a group of sturdy adventurers came by her home to have a cup of tea and breakfast. Why did they come to her home? Because her parents allowed all travelers in, no matter who or what they were.
Well, this group talked about their travels, which got Alureah’s attention. They were looking for a medic, which Alureah was one. She has been reading books on healing herbs and medical treatment for years. She finally spoke up, telling them that she has knowledge of such thing. The explorers were pleased as they brought Alureah into the group.
Well, the explorers traveled all over the globe, mostly staying in the southern hemisphere near Mexico and South America. They traveled over to forgotten native lands and searched the inside temples and buildings for treasure.
One day, in the jungle, Alureah was in the middle of the pack and just looking around at all the flowers, thinking of what healing power they could possess. But one of the many men that were in the group shrieked out in terror, “The CURSE!! It’s Coming! Run to the temple! Quickly!”
Alureah, being confused, watched the men run toward the temple walls. She looked behind her to see the large black fog like cloud quickly move into the lands. Her eyes widened as she ran with the group. She was close to the door, before the man infront of her turned around and punched her in the face, knocking her out. He replied afterwards, “We didn’t even need you.” Before scurrying in deeper into the temple.
Alureah was left out to fend for herself in the black rain.
Hours later, she woke up, perfectly fine, except for the fact that her body was covered in scars, black tattoo-looking scars. She felt around her face, feeling nothing wrong. She stood up, slowly, her hair falling in front of her face to show it was silver. She gasped as she grabbed her hair and felt it quickly. She looked around, her eyes shifting over to the temple. She walked in slowly into the darkness, only to see things that normal people wouldn’t be able to see with their eyes. She saw the dead. She saw her comrades spirits floating around. They were white, transparent, ghost-like. She gasped as she ran outside of the temple.
She quickly went into her bag to grab her mirror and held it up to her face. There was a large black mark on the right half of her face (left to a person that’s standing infront of her). Her right eye was now red instead of blue.
She started to cry as she fell over to her knees. She knew she couldn’t go back home to show her parents. They would think of her as a demon. She probably was one, anyways.
Alureah stood up and began to walk away from the scene. She wasn’t in the mood to stay there and see death do his job. But that didn’t matter. Death was everywhere she looked. She knew her site came from the red eye. She would have to cover it up for her to live a normal life.
Alureah went to a nearby village in South America, but all the men and woman scurried away from her, yelling things that Alureah would guess would be ‘the curse’. She frowned as she sat down in the middle of the village, weeping softly to herself. But an elder woman met her. This woman looked to be like a shaman, with the way she was dressed. She brought Alureah into her tent to hide the curse on her face. She also spoke fluent English, telling her to concentrate on the curse in a certain area of her body. Alureah did so, thinking of the curse to be on her chest and stomach area, since no one would be able to see it. The shaman also gave her a robe to wear on her journey, also explaining to her that this curse will be with her forever, where she cannot age or grow, will gain strength, powers, and knowledge. She told Alureah to be careful about her anger, sometimes it might bring her to a bad place.
Alureah traveled everywhere, exploring every place this world has to offer. She forgot her age after centuries passed. After awhile, she acquired new clothing, eventually having this gothic attire look to her.
After the years of exploring, she also has new skills and new abilities. She uses roses for specific healing work. Red, White, and Black roses; the red rose is for those who are injured with non-mortal wounds. The white rose is for those who are close to death. And the black rose is for those who died, but she can't bring them back with that rose. She just likes to put a black rose on the person's body for respect.
She also has the ability to conjure up her weapons, which an all metal shovel, and toxic-acid filled water balloons.
She has one more special ability, but only those who’ve made her mad has ever been able to see it.
There was this man by the name of Jetsaw, whom asked her to become leader of the Evil side, Bashindanzo. She’s no particulary evil, even though her curse could say otherwise. Again, she’s a very nice person, but sometimes she gets overly mad. But it’s okay. Jetsaw, the leader of the ‘Good Side’ is one of her best friends, but sometimes war tears them apart for the time being, even though they usually come back and drink rum or something.
Over the years, Alureah has learned her skills and abilities, but usually tries to stick to herself. She never shows her ‘bad side’ of her face, because she really doesn’t want to see dead people. She usually does what she can to be calm, if not, usually friendly or drunk. She drinks her memories away as much as possible.
She can fight, but chooses not to.
She has also chosen the last part of her name throughout her struggles and journeys. ‘Alureah the Protector’ (even though I wrote Alureah Protectorr.. I’ll change it eventually.)
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