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Date Posted: 17:00:37 11/29/01 Thu
Author: Deziri
Subject: +A woman of the desert enters, eyeing everything around her with slight curiosity...+

+A young woman of the desert enters, face and body covered by a worn, navy cloak, stained by much travel and weather. Her eyes, like dark choclate, watche her surroundings with interest, as she walks further into the city, not really sure what she would do once there...+

+True Name- Desert Rose+
+Name- Deziri+
+Age- 22+
+Gender- Female+
+Species- Human+
+Appearance- Though she has been through much in her short life, her face is still youthful, and she is still full of as much spirit as a young colt. Not much is known about her appearance, but her hair the colour of her eyes- the colour of dark chocolate. And, like a desert rose, she is beautiful, but dangerous+
+Personality- As with ehr appearance, not too much is known. Her past is shrowded in mystery, but she was born in a tribe of the desert far away. She is wuiet, and most of the time reveals nothing of her feelings or thoughts.+
+Job- A mercenary. She can do anything from kill to dance. Her talents are many and far spread, and yet she is little known.+

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems

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