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Date Posted: 13:29:30 06/13/02 Thu
Author: Camelia Bourne
Subject: ^..Memories..^

:Name:

Camelia Bourne

:Age:

Twenty

:Gender:

Of the 'fairer' sex

:Appearance:

Possessing features that can only be described as striking, her heritage is most obviously irish. Long auburn tresses hang to the small of her back, and pale, milky skin is smooth and taught over lithe bodice. Perhaps her most distinguishing feature, are the eyes which possess the abilities of a chamelian to change with the light or mood, a catlike green when excitement lingers in the air, or when the day is bold and sunny, a slate grey when emotions hang heavily in the stormy skies, and oddly neutral when the mood itself is nude. Her wardrobe is startlingly unvaried. Rather drab and unspectacular in this aspect, it appears to be a practice to draw as little attention to herself as is possible. Garments are generally dull shades of blacks, browns, and tawny, and hair is generally severely drawn back, hiding most of her trademark features.

:Background:

Strangely enough, most of her life remains a mystery, even to her. Struck with a rare form of amnesia sprung from an accident whose origin she cannot remember, a dull haze hangs over the majority of her life's events. Hunted for reasons she cannot comprehend, and gifted with the abilities that many great warriors struggle to maintain, she is gifted in the bleak area surrounding battle. Uncertain of where her loyalties should lay, and who should be mistrusted, she is careful, calculated, and often cold hearted.

:Animals:

With her she brings none.

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