Post by GuessWho on Dec 7, 2005 20:22:36 GMT -5
Working in the mines, day after night, mining gold for a man named Hatcher. Long days, hot Brazilian days, little water, less food. And your award for doing this back breaking labor? 10 cents. And the satsifaction to know that some one better off then you is slipping your 14 Karots onto their fingers. Great. But no, you won't stand for this, so you fled into the surrounding forests in the dark of night. Not many have done this, and even less survive. But those who do find shelter in a group who call themselves the Rebels, rightly named for their occupation. Bringing Hatcher down.
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Name: Clarice Renaldo Ricar (Clar)
Age:19
Gender:female
Appearance: Long black hair, hispanic, grey eyes with long eyelashes, tanned skin, well built, nice figure
Personality: Determined, extreme hatred of said Hatcher
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Name:Sol-leks(soul)
Age:20
Gender:male
Appearance:Short black hair, dark brown eyes
Personality:you'll see
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Clarice Renaldo Ricar sat on the bank of the river, staring out past the liquid stage where the bugs dance and the fish swam. She retrived a rock from the gravel beside her and tossed it absent mindedly into the river, watching the ripples as they reached the shore. She pushed a thin strand of hair out of her face, the hot Brazilian sun pounding on her from above.
Sol-leks sat around the fire of the camp, poking it with a stick boredly. Not much had happened since the attack from Hatchers men not many moons ago, and all had been quiet since then, so there was not much more for this young man to go then taunt and poke the flames.
Info needed:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
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Personality:
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-My Info-
Name: Clarice Renaldo Ricar (Clar)
Age:19
Gender:female
Appearance: Long black hair, hispanic, grey eyes with long eyelashes, tanned skin, well built, nice figure
Personality: Determined, extreme hatred of said Hatcher
Other:-
Name:Sol-leks(soul)
Age:20
Gender:male
Appearance:Short black hair, dark brown eyes
Personality:you'll see
Other:-
Clarice Renaldo Ricar sat on the bank of the river, staring out past the liquid stage where the bugs dance and the fish swam. She retrived a rock from the gravel beside her and tossed it absent mindedly into the river, watching the ripples as they reached the shore. She pushed a thin strand of hair out of her face, the hot Brazilian sun pounding on her from above.
Sol-leks sat around the fire of the camp, poking it with a stick boredly. Not much had happened since the attack from Hatchers men not many moons ago, and all had been quiet since then, so there was not much more for this young man to go then taunt and poke the flames.
