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| Age |
20 years |
| Gender |
Female |
 |
| Appearance |
Cweorth is an average 20 year old
girl. She has copper hair, freckles on her cheeks and little dimples
when she smiles. She has a very pale skin. |
| Personality |
Cweorth is the typical fiery type
of girl. She jumps on every fight, not thinking of the consequences.
She will defend her friends and family in an instant when they are in
danger |
| Tasks |
? |
|
| Hobbies |
Cweorth loves to have her morning
runs. Although she isn't a morning person, she will get out of bed for
this. |
| Social
Life? |
Single |
| Pets |
None |
|
| Family |
Cweorth grew up in a very loving
and caring family with one sister. |
| Homeworld |
Earth Middle Ages |
|
Impression |
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the
Hatching
Day Upsbenar had retreated to the secluded cavern inside the heart of the
underground castle. Her eggs had shown signs of hatching and dutifully she
had ordered everyone out with a smile. Her mate, Mud Ankhara stood watch
outside, flanked on each side by a young man, their knights Rohn and Jefke.
Upsbenar led her brood out of the secluded spot where the eggs had hatched.
The hatchlings were a bit clumsy, some tripping over their feet or tail, or
those of their siblings. Some draks preferred to march their draklings out,
but Upsbenar was a happy-go-lucky sort and didn't mind her hatchlings
playing a bit.
After a short entertaining parade of adorable draklings, Upsbenar
called:
"Have you made your dezcisionss?"
After a night and a water, both females, a fire strode toward Cweorth and said:
"My name is Ovharra, at your service."
Knighthood
Cweorth ran, feeling
the runner's high take hold of her mind and body. Her vision dimmed to a
single line and she felt like she could keep going, running until the end of
the world.
High above her, Ovharra, her drak, flew in lazy circles as he followed her
progress on the road. Sure she could fly on his back, but where would that
leave her? Fat and feeble, that's where. So every morning, Cweorth woke up and
took her run. After that she would take a shower or swim and start training
with the rest of the Armada. Afternoons were meant for missions and jobs. And
evenings were free.
Ovharra soared down: "Ready
to fly back?" he asked.
"Just about." Cweorth admitted.
"One of these days you'll
submit to the joy of flying."
"One of these days I'll get you to run." she quipped back.
"Never."
he declared.
Line is typed with Dwarf
Runes 1 was found here
Titles are written in Duke and was found here
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