Long, Auburn hair with pointed ears breaking through.
Milky white eyes, shifting from time to time.
Pale skin, soft as butter to the touch.
Her eyes glow with a mysterious fire, her voice soft as ash.
Usually in tattered rags, but of the best cloth, at least at one time.
Always without shoes.
She wears a long, silken cloak to cover her vast selection of weapons which hang from her gangly hips.
She is small, but very strong and free-willed.
She carries a satchel with her, full of many things.
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Salarial Tynai
A sweet, quiet elf. Long, elegant Auburn hair. She is blind with excellent senses. http://images26.fotki.com/v893/photos/8/878219/4470301/rsAAB003BrownAmyAutumnDaydream-vi.jpg
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Salarial Tynai
Description
Personality
Quiet. Sweet unless intimidated. At times her speech is impeccable, at others she sounds like a kid, this is her nature.
She loves to play small jokes, none harmful.
She hates being alone.
Equipment
She carries two short swords banded to her hips.
A two handed sword on the back of her left hip, and a long sword on the back of her right.
Her most important weapon is her Elven bow and arrow. She has immense skills with her bow.
History
Salarial was blinded as a child, but she cannot recall why.
She doesn't recall most of her life, in fact, all she remembers is being abandoned, and having to fend for herself since she was young.
Her life is a mystery, even to her.
So begins...
Salarial Tynai's Story
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Elkrazar Skorous strokes his stubbled chin with his free hand, then throws back the hood to his cloak with it, unclasping it and letting it fall onto the chair around him, forming a small mess around his body. After a second of thought, he turned back to Two-Leaves. "You've said you'll be put under considerable..." he thought of a word, "...duress for committing such an act. If you wish to avoid such duress, then you might want to avoid the acts that will bring it upon you." He then glanced over at Salarial, noting how odd it was for an elf to drink vodka. The silence, however, was characteristic, and he, for a moment, considered giving her the privacy that she was indicating she wished. But his outgoingness and the alcohol won over, and he spoke once more, "Ah, I see. An oath of silence? Are you a priestess?"
Elkrazar Skorous bolts up, hand flicking to the knife as he looked at the men who had suddenly intruded into the bar. His eyes narrowed as he slipped the cloak back on, slipping his hood back over his head and fingering inside a pocket that was in the lining of the cloak. Seriousness was apparent on his face as he tensed to rise, before feeling Salarial's hand on his arm. He relaxed slightly, his eyes flicking to the side as he cast his hood back down. "I see." He could feel a sudden flash of insight, his eyes glazing over for a moment -- he couldn't contend with people like that, he, a mere hunter. Instead, he turned around to face the counter, pointedly ignoring the scene around them, but speaking to the elf in low tones. "I guess you aren't as shy as you make yourself seem to be."
Elkrazar Skorous gives a small smile, taking another deep drag of the cigarette as he hears the two groups behind them confront each other, his body still a bit uneasy, even through his drunkenness. Looking into her eyes, he peered slightly, "You grabbed my arm with awful confidence for a blind person, she-elf. Is there a reason behind that, or were you just lucky?"
Elkrazar Skorous glanced at Salarial, unmoving as he took yet another drag. He made a negative sign with his fingers, hunters' hand-language, hoping she would pick up on it. It meant, 'No, standing ground, no action taken.' He then smiled, slowly easing into a character of less anxiety, less stress, and his usual friendliness and cheer. "I rely on all my senses. If I lost one, I'd be less of a hunter. I think it would be very difficult to aim an arrow without sight."
Elkrazar Skorous noted the shift in Salarial's muscles, glancing down to see her hands resting against the weapons. 'She'll back me up, now the stakes are higher. I have more than myself to plan with, but at the same time, more responsibility.' He took the final drag of the cigarette, placing it in a nearby ashtray. His eyes then flashed as he heard the words 'government' and 'XII.' Then coughed a bit as the smoke filled the room. Visibly he relaxed, and then nodded to Salarial. "That's good. It's over. You can come out of readiness. I think I might see if I can convince the mercenaries to reject the contract -- their leader said they had morals. I doubt they'll be slavecatchers." He said this in hushed tones, turning a bit to prepare himself to stand, and then speaks out loud to Salarial in a voice that carries over the bar. -c-
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"Well then, that was a bit of a disruption. I wonder what a government could want with a single tool, and why they would come all the way out to an out-of-the-way bar."
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The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Infinite Void
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
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