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Date Posted: 20:08:10 01/19/03 Sun
Author: The Dark Philosopher
Subject: Remake of Kain's joinpost! Cause I can. Don't say welcome, cause that would be illogical.

-Name-
Kain Ragnorok
-Age-
???
-Gender-
Female
-Description-
So impossibly dark.
Her skin is gray, a sort of lackluster hue of shade and smoke combined, crisscrossed with black lines. Ancient battlescars. They twist and twine across her entire body, for so many years of war do not let you go unscathed. Each strand of hair is wispy and fine, and so many fit together, spun back in a simple braid of sheer, dull black. Such locks are ragged, and all at different lengths, and though the braid reaches down past her hips, it is well-frayed. Darkness has always veiled her eye, a lone orb of starless and moonless night, void of anything but death. And the gray dreams-gate that could be called a pupil. Or, per'aps, it is a nightmare? That depends on many things. Shrouded eternally within a cloak of deep folds and shade, shrouded eternally beneath armour and chains of black, shrouded eternally under loose-hanging cloth dark enough for an assasin. Or a mercenary.

So impossibly silent.
Only a very rare handful crack her shell of frigid quiet, of grim command, of death's aura. It is only those few who see the true beauty of this ancient guardian. Even with those she has dubbed her comrades and friends and lover, she lacks emotion, just distance and blankness, like the abyss poured into one entity. She asks naught from those she doesn't know, only for a certain note of respect.

A stranger to most, and an enigma to all. Your existence is encircled by mortality and shade, eclipsing the light of life that fills us all. Hark, O embodiment of death, O entity wrought of stone, steel, shadow and storm, O darkling of the evermist. Destiny traps you in its folds of tapestry�and after infinity rolls again you cannot escape it! The chains of duty bind you forevermore. Yet...is it so bad? So bad to reap those that time has marked to fell? Fly high on fleeting dreams, she who rides with phantoms and nightmares�ride high, though you may never return. You are unplugged.

Bonded to 'Gray' Dragon Lunimae.

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