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You walk through the forest, sword drawn. You know not of the enemy terortory. You just know they're out there somewhere.

This is a free charecter RP. I hope it to be a very good RP, and it is my first one. Read below for the rules.

Romance is allowed, but keep it PG-14.
Keep language pg-13.
Violence is allowed, obviously, but remember there are younger kids here.
No god modding. As for killing, I want both of the people to tell me its okay.

Charecters:

Name: (Username: Harra_Wizen) Harra Amazon Rachel Romana Arial

Age: 13

Description: (Preferably a pic) She has pitch black hair, and dark brown eyes. But when the Masking Spell wears away, she is covered head to toe in terrible scars, and her skin is the most deathly pallor from a curse she has had since birth. The curse causes a new wound to appear each day, deep enough to cause a new scar, there is barely an inch of skin where the curse has not scarred her.

(Elven Picture by Toxicword!)



Personality: Harra is very coldhearted, she prefers to be solitary, but would never mind talking to someone, as long as they didn’t get on her nerves too much.

History: From birth, she has had this terrible curse that makes her almost always unbearable to look at, causing her several beatings in her homeland, another reason for the immense amount of scars. When she ran away from home at age 9, she developed a spell that hid her complexion problems, her skin was still pale, but it was more a pretty ivory, and it covered all of her scars. From her past, she has become cold and hard to everyone, she, above everything, despises people, adults and children, only the very old adults she liked, because either their vision was too cloudy to see her, or they were so wrinkled themselves, they didn’t care what she looked like either. Coming frm a land where the adults beat her regularly, and the children taunting her constantly, she has become quite violent from bottled anger.

Lover: “If a man was willing to accept me for who I am, and what I am, then I would love him for eternity and a half. But, sadly, there is no man in the world willing to look at me and not turn away.”

Other/anything I missed: Nothing I can think of……

Name: Sakurai Ookazi

Age: 15

Description: (Preferably a pic)
Personality: He prefers to be the nice guy, but get on his bad side, and he'll hold a grudge for a while! "I don't see why anyone must come to battle, but if they wish death, they shall get their wish..."

History: Born in the Ochiha Clan, he has always been violent. He was admitted his first sword at the age of three. Enchanted by the elders, it grew stronger over time. At age 12, he left his clan, after the death of his family. He seeks revenge, and will stop at nothing to get it.

Lover: "Love is for the weak, but, if someone were to take my heart, then they'd be a goddess in my eyes."

Other/anything I missed:

I Jumped from tree to tree, swift as the ninja's from my clan, when I see a girl in the woods. I stay in the tree, and draw my sword. "Who might you be," I say, jumping out of the tree, "Friend or foe?"

I look confused. Lowering my sword a bit, I stare blankly at the girl.

(Well, I thought it would more complex...That's why. I knew it, just thought it'd be more complex...)

"Ah. I got it. You are nothing, neutral I suppose."

"Hmm. THen I take it your neutral, neither friend nor foe. Therefore on the side of neutral.

"Yes, there is." I said, eyes shifting. "What clan are you from, might I ask"

"Hmm. As for me, my clan is is no longer existing. It was destroyed, my clan members slaughtered. I am the last one of my clan."