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03-01-07, 11:55 PM
Name: Amanda Mari Logan
Age: 22
Race: More human than human
Height: 5’ 3”
Skin tone: Farmer’s tan! Forearms are a deep tan, everything else is radioactive white!
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Very dark brown
Personality: Mainly random, Amanda is an extremely intuitive creature. She tends to do what she feels like, and thinks about her actions rarely. She has the habit of throwing all of herself into whatever “mission” she partakes, and can become obsessed with a single fact for days on end. She would like to think of herself as a loyal friend, and while she tries her best to be kind to everyone, it does take quite a bit to gain her trust.
Physical Appearance: Short, round, and furry, Amanda resembles a hobbit in her physical makeup. Her dark hair falls just past her shoulders, and her eyes change randomly between a nearly black shade of brown and a more hazel hue. She wears thick glasses, a black tee shirt and a pair of jeans that were too long for her and have been frayed at the bottom. Her shoes are a pair of work boots, with Goodyear rubber for the thick soles, and steel tips.
Abilities:
Landlore - Amanda commands a great deal of knowledge about the world of Althanas and it’s denizens.
Internal GPS - Being a professional roamer, Amanda can find her way, basically, to anywhere. It just takes a little wandering. She has an intrinsic sense of the cardinal directions and can use both the sun and moon to help her guide herself.
Weapons:
The Spork of Restitution - A black spoon/fork pirated from the local Taco Bell, this plastic implement never strays far from her pocket.
Items: None
History: Amanda was one of those kids who took a lot of knocks in life. Fate saw her passed around family members as she grew, and as soon as she turned 18, she left the houses of those who didn’t really care to see her anyway, and set out on her own.
Before this, in high school, she’d struck up a friendship with, among other people, Jennifer. When all others fell to the side as she began to clave her place in American society, only Jennifer stayed by her side. Together the two talked about everything and were best friends. It would only make sense, that they write on a website called Althanas together. Jennifer married and moved away, and Amanda began to wander the open road as a truck driver, the distance between them and the lonely miles began to take it’s toll on the dark-haired girl.
She tried to use her abilities as a shaman to reach her friend; using other worlds to bridge the gap between them. The closest she got, however, was a touch on the hand. These little touches were not enough. She vowed that she was going to find a way to her friend. As she wrote on Althanas, she found her one wish beyond all others was to find her way to Althanas with Jennifer, where she thought that they might be able to be happy. After all, Althanas was the one place she felt where a happy ending was actually possible. One night, as she walked the rainbow bridge that separated the middle worlds from the upper, she stopped. The emptiness that lay under the bridge, like a dark rushing river, called to her. She’d been feeling this same emptiness for too long now. Closing her eyes, thinking of her friend, she jumped. This emptiness, however, is not without it’s knowledge.
As she floated, letting the darkness take her, a hand reached out, and she found herself awake in a place that was as familiar as it was amazing. The city of Radasanth.
She had always wished to find her way to Althanas, and now that she was here, she was going to find out if the old adage was true: Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true.
Age: 22
Race: More human than human
Height: 5’ 3”
Skin tone: Farmer’s tan! Forearms are a deep tan, everything else is radioactive white!
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Very dark brown
Personality: Mainly random, Amanda is an extremely intuitive creature. She tends to do what she feels like, and thinks about her actions rarely. She has the habit of throwing all of herself into whatever “mission” she partakes, and can become obsessed with a single fact for days on end. She would like to think of herself as a loyal friend, and while she tries her best to be kind to everyone, it does take quite a bit to gain her trust.
Physical Appearance: Short, round, and furry, Amanda resembles a hobbit in her physical makeup. Her dark hair falls just past her shoulders, and her eyes change randomly between a nearly black shade of brown and a more hazel hue. She wears thick glasses, a black tee shirt and a pair of jeans that were too long for her and have been frayed at the bottom. Her shoes are a pair of work boots, with Goodyear rubber for the thick soles, and steel tips.
Abilities:
Landlore - Amanda commands a great deal of knowledge about the world of Althanas and it’s denizens.
Internal GPS - Being a professional roamer, Amanda can find her way, basically, to anywhere. It just takes a little wandering. She has an intrinsic sense of the cardinal directions and can use both the sun and moon to help her guide herself.
Weapons:
The Spork of Restitution - A black spoon/fork pirated from the local Taco Bell, this plastic implement never strays far from her pocket.
Items: None
History: Amanda was one of those kids who took a lot of knocks in life. Fate saw her passed around family members as she grew, and as soon as she turned 18, she left the houses of those who didn’t really care to see her anyway, and set out on her own.
Before this, in high school, she’d struck up a friendship with, among other people, Jennifer. When all others fell to the side as she began to clave her place in American society, only Jennifer stayed by her side. Together the two talked about everything and were best friends. It would only make sense, that they write on a website called Althanas together. Jennifer married and moved away, and Amanda began to wander the open road as a truck driver, the distance between them and the lonely miles began to take it’s toll on the dark-haired girl.
She tried to use her abilities as a shaman to reach her friend; using other worlds to bridge the gap between them. The closest she got, however, was a touch on the hand. These little touches were not enough. She vowed that she was going to find a way to her friend. As she wrote on Althanas, she found her one wish beyond all others was to find her way to Althanas with Jennifer, where she thought that they might be able to be happy. After all, Althanas was the one place she felt where a happy ending was actually possible. One night, as she walked the rainbow bridge that separated the middle worlds from the upper, she stopped. The emptiness that lay under the bridge, like a dark rushing river, called to her. She’d been feeling this same emptiness for too long now. Closing her eyes, thinking of her friend, she jumped. This emptiness, however, is not without it’s knowledge.
As she floated, letting the darkness take her, a hand reached out, and she found herself awake in a place that was as familiar as it was amazing. The city of Radasanth.
She had always wished to find her way to Althanas, and now that she was here, she was going to find out if the old adage was true: Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true.