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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 1:13 pm
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OOC: Wow, I'm behind. o.0
BIC: Seria yawned and stretched as she woke up. In doing this, she momentarily forgot that she had been sleeping in a tree, and promptly fell to the ground with a crash, her wings still unfurled. "Oof," she muttered, getting back up and blinking as her eyes adjusted to the midday sun.
Drat. She had slept in again. Sighing, she looked around and spotted a few figures nearby. People, she thought. She started to make her way over to them slowly and silently.
As she got closer, Seria could tell that they too were hybrids and felt a little safer. There was a girl and a boy with dark hair standing amongst the trees, and another boy with wolf ears who seemed to be hanging upside-down in a tree.
"Hello?" she cautiously called out, despite her instincts telling her to remain hidden.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 1:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:03 am
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Username: Gylfie531 Character Name: Ringil Age: 14 Species: Avian/Human Gender: Female Personality: Ringil is an excellent strategist, but hasn't shown it to the whitecoats; they've nearly killed her on multiple occassions for her incompetence. She likes to be left to her own thoughts, doesn't trust easily, and rarely speaks when it's not necessary to do so. She has always worked alone. She has a strong spirit, but she can get very sad at times when she wishes she had some sort of companion, someone to watch her back, so she could relax for one moment and not have to fear being torn to pieces. Appearance:
![User Image](https://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww95/crzkitten/emogirl.jpg) History: The whitecoats tried to train Ringil as a weapon, but she had a strong will and didn't cooperate. She learned well, but didn't act like it, so she wasn't sent out on many assignments. When she was, she would screw up on purpose. They would shoot her out of the sky each time, so she couldn't escape, and she was starved as her wounds healed. As she recovered, her training did not cease, so she would break open her wounds repeatedly, leaving her with many scars beneath her feathers. She is very skilled with her longbow and two knives, but only managed to escape the Itex where she trained in Europe with the bow and quiver. She used these to hunt for food as she traveled, always by night, to the east, across all of Russia, and over into Alaska. She flew down through Canada, and finds herself now in rainy Washington, hiding the the Cascade Mountains. She hopes the Erasers thought she got lost up in the Berring Strait, but can't be sure they aren't after her. She plans to continue to move around each day, and hopefully pick up some blades some time soon.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:20 am
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Ringil was flying just above the trees. She could have reached down and touched the leaves if she wanted to. But she was scanning the forest, looking for a place to land. She had been jolted awake by the heavy trod of Erasers earlier that day, and was flying as far as she could from that spot, but didn't want to go too far by day; it was too exposed. As her red eyes raked the forest, she caught sight of a group of teenagers, and it was at once apparent they were hybrids, for one of the boys had wolf ears. Wolves meant trouble in her mind, so Ringil slowed, pulled an arrow from the quiver between her wing joints, and knocked an arrow. She had been carrying the six foot lonbow for weeks, and it was time she finally got to use it for something other than hunting. Flying in closer, she made sure the sun was in front of her so they wouldn't see her shadow, and slipped in amongst the trees, letting herself freefall the twenty foot drop to the ground. She landed hard, but had been built to take that kind of impact, and her knees merely bent to absorb the shock. Straightening, she treaded silently through the forest, bow at full draw, and slowly stepped into full view. "Who are you?" she said, her arrow trained on the boy with the wolf ears. "Eraser?" Her cold eyes bored into the boy, not trust him at all, and at the same time she kept watching the other three from the corners of her vision. She could switch targets and fire in a heartbeat if any of them moved to attack.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:55 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 2:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:58 pm
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OOC: Sorry, another long post. D:
Seria stared in shock at the two hybrids who had just appeared. She had to be more careful next time. But she didn't want to shot at with arrows, so she just stayed right where she was.
"Um, hi there," she slowly said. "I'm Seria. I've been running away from Erasers for the past month, so if you've seen some that would probably be my fault." Idiot, she told herself. Yeah, 'cause telling people that is a GREAT way to make friends.
She sheepishly glanced down at her feet, then straightened up and brushed the honey-colored strands of hair out of her eyes. "Who are all of you?" Again, she winced at her wording. So she decided to just shut up and let them decide whether she was a threat or not. But as she did this, she glanced down at her attire. Currently, she was sporting a soft peach-colored babydoll dress (donated generously by an unsuspecting teenager coming home from the mall), with an old white hoodie tied around her waist, and faded blue jeans. Seria couldn't resist rolling her eyes. Yep, that just screamed dangerous.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 4:31 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:22 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:45 pm
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