Post by zithan on May 26, 2007 11:03:44 GMT -5
Name- Garland
Age- 33 (leap year) 132 (non- leap year)
Date of Birth- February 29, 1975
Homelands- Whiteheart Wood
Race- Sprite
Class- White Mange
Final- Budding Frondescence:
She only uses this attack in critical instances. Garland takes a seed form a pocket in her pants, and flies behind her enemy. Then, pressing the seed against the persons back or neck, she uses her power as a sprite to help the seed grow. Long thick vines come out of seed, sprouting flowers, growing larger and larger all the while gripping and constricting her enemy until he can no longer move. Depending on the situation, Garland can also tell the vines to grow into the ground to prevent escape, or tell the vines to coil around her enemy’s neck and snap it or choke him. Usually, Garland will use her power only to tie her enemy down; then, she will let her teammates take of the rest as they see fit.
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Weapon Information
A White Mange’s staff
It’s a very modest piece of handcrafted artwork, made by the most skilled artisans of the Whiteheart Wood. It is made of nothing but a sturdy, fire-hardened oak stave with intricate designs and runes engraved all along its length. About a third of the way up, a leather strap is placed to function as a hand grip. At the top, is a small, pale green, glass orb, held in place with vines; around the orb is an ornate, gold, chain of linked leaves.
{Armor Information}
none
{Accessory Information}
Gold Anklet:
It’s another chain made of linked leaves and it’s always worn on her left ankle. It serves as an amplifier for her magic
Necklace:
It’s made of a piece of black chord and a flat, green stone. Garland is always seen wearing it, as it was a gift from someone very special to her.
Ladybug Earings:
Each ear has one ladybug wing glued to a silver clasp. The wings were gleaned off the forest floor after a particularly nasty gale.
{Physical Description}
Garland is a forest sprite, so she is only about 1”6; that doesn’t mean that her spirit is as small. She is an extremely bright individual, and is always thirsting for more knowledge. She is very shy and quiet though, which sometimes gets in the way of her inquisitiveness.
All of her appendages are very thin. Garland was always tall for a Sprite, and her growth spurts brought on a high metabolism. She could consume anything, and she wouldn’t gain any weight. That was a good thing in many different aspects, because a sprite can’t be so heavy she can’t lift herself off the ground. Even having four wings wouldn’t help. Garland’s translucent wings are very long and beautiful; tiny veins ran up and down all four of them, and they met her body at the shoulder blades. The wings all have a light green tint to them, which help her blend in to the foliage. Her two top wings are longer than her bottoms, and all four of them are a nice ovular shape.
Even though she is 132 years old, Garland has the facial complexion of the perfect sixteen year old; young and blemish-free. Her eyes are a bright green color, like the rest of the forest; she has long black eyelashes and white eyebrows to match her white, shoulder length hair. The tips of her hair, including her bangs, are all naturally a light green color. Her little ears are pointed like those of an elf. Her lips are a pale rose color, probably from a lack of using them.
Being able to fly means that Garland seldom wears shoes; if and when she does, they are little brown leather sandals. Garland usually wears a light green tank top, made of a very thin material. She finds that it’s easier to move around in loose-fitting clothing than something heavy like wool. Garland also wears a pair of light brown, three- quarter length caprie-like pants. Occasionally, she will tie pieces of colorful, decorative cloth around her arms, because of the lack of sleeves.. She also wears a white cord around her waist for decoration.
{Background}
The Whiteheart Wood is a vast forest in southern England, about fifty miles wide any way you go; the surrounding area, and the woods itself are completely shut off from humans. It’s not that the humans had never discovered it before, but the sprites in the Wood always make sure that any human that has ever come near, never remembers his time in the forest. That way, the forest remains untouched by outsiders. The Wood is made completely of your normal, everyday oak, ash, maple, and fruit trees, but in the very center of the wood, is a ring of five, very tall, perfectly white trees. This is neutral territory, where no sprite watches or lives, and it’s only used for councils.
In the Wood, there are only about one thousand sprites; never in the history of Whiteheart Wood has there ever been more. Sprites tend to, for the most part, keep to themselves, but if their afternoon is free, and if all their daily chores are done, one might invite their neighbor or friend over to their tree hollow for tea. Even though the sprites are solitary, they can talk the bark off trees, not that they would ever want to. Part of a sprite’s daily agenda is making sure all of the different forms of life in their designated part of the forest, whether it be plant or beast, are being well cared for. If, for some reason, a rouge bird is having trouble finding it’s lunch, a sprite would be there to help it keep up it’s meals. The same goes for plants; sprites pride themselves in being able to communicate to all form of plants. It’s not really a written, spoken language, it’s a mental awareness that only sprites posses. Sprites also like having the knowledge that they have the power to help plants grow. The most skilled and dutiful of sprites can take a seed in their hand on use their unique magic to, in a matter of minutes, morph it into a fully grow oak tree. Of course, they only do that for certain, urgent reasons. As much as it sounds like that power would help the trees and shrubs, it also takes away the fun in the plant’s life; it would be the same as making a human baby turn into and adult in one day, without letting it enjoy the years of it’s adolescence. There was only major time in the Whiteheart Wood’s history where that power was used for an extremely special and urgent reason: in the time of Senix. The time of Senix collides with the life of Garland, but comes in later in her life.
Like most sprites, Garland was born to a pair of lovely Sprite parents (Most human legends tell of how female sprites pick up wayward travelers and conceive through them. That’s completely bogus of course) on February 29, a leap year. As she grew, she was instructed by her mother in the art of keeping her tree hollow clean, flying, tea making (Garland loves tea), and food gathering. She was taught very early on that sprites never eat meat out of respect for the animals they took care of, and they always asked permission from a tree before taking fruit and leaves. Garland learned from her father how to take care of the plants and animals in the section of the Wood that would one day be hers after her parent’s death. Her main teacher was her grandmother though. Her grandmother, Frenda, was something of the matriarch of the sprites. Whenever there was a problem or knowledge was lost, sprites, animals, and trees would all send a message to her and ask for her help. Not only was she wise, she was also the most gifted in the power to help trees grow, and white magic; Garland was her personal student, and her favorite granddaughter.
This system went on for the first fifty years of her life. In time, she became a skilled white magic user. Her parents were nearing their 500th birthday, while her grandmother was around 1000. It was about three months after May, when Senix first came to the Wood. He came in the form of a dark elf, his skin black and his hair, the purest white. He took on an air of innocence, claiming that he meant neither the sprites nor the wildlife in Whiteheart Wood any harm. It was almost as if his words were subtly weaving themselves into every creature’s heart, because most of the sprites took a liking to him immediately. The animals on the other hand, and some of the sprites, sensed evil at work in him, and avoided him at all costs.
Senix stayed in the Whiteheart Wood much longer than he originally said; curiously enough, most of the sprites seemed to have forgotten his first promises, welcoming and open- heartedly taking him in and embracing him with outstretched arms. It was during that time when he had won over many of the sprites’ souls, when he started to, subtly at first, cause discord in the forest. A whisper there, and a gentle nudge from a reliable friend here, made the sprites turn on one another in rage. Skirmishes turned into battles between families, and the Wood as a whole suffered. Garland and her family were part of those families that resisted the dark elf and his words, but they were still affected by the fighting; animals and vegetation were dying and suffering because they weren’t being looked after. Finally, it was decided by the sprites that were still free, that Senix had to go. Frenda, not wanting any more unnecessary fighting, first tried to negotiate, but Senix refused her terms, and laughed openly in her face. That started the war. Most of every living thing in the forest that wasn’t under Senix’s dominion helped to expel him from their home, except the sprites that were being controlled by him. They fought on his side, and because they were under mind control, they gave no thought to the fact that they were killing their own neighbors and friends. It was truly a sad ting to see.
The war dragged on; it was mainly sprite vs. sprite, but occasionally the animals and plants would try to help out. It was difficult for the free sprites and the animals to take the lives of the others, especially because they knew they were killing their friends, people they had known for hundreds of years.
By this time, Garland was working on the front line as a medic of sorts. She used her power as a white mange to heal her allies and enemies. Being on the front line had its advantages, as well as its downsides. First off, she was in danger all the time, but being so close to the danger meant that she could save more lives. She also got to watch the action. Senix rarely appeared, but when he did, he was a terrible thing to behold. He no longer took on the guise of a dark elf; now he showed his true form. Huge talons on each of his feet slashed and clawed the bark off trees, as well as other things. His arms were covered in blue feathers, the longest pinions extending from his fingers. The claws on his hands he used to kill his opponents were long and as sharp as razors. He had grown a long tail of blue feathers, which he used to help rudder when he was flying. And his head was the most hideous transformation of all. It looked like a sick cross between a bird and a human, complete with feathers around his red eyes, and a long protruding, curved beak, full of sharp, needle-like teeth. His nose had just about disappeared, with only a small hump above his beak to suffice. He had also had small ears that were hidden behind a mass of feathers. The crown of feathers on his head were constantly raised in battle, but lowered when he was calm. Garland witnessed the destruction he unleashed against her allies. It was horrible to watch, and not even she and her grandmother’s skill put together could heal all of the cases they were confronted with. It saddened her to lose any one of her patients, but there was always so much to do that she didn’t have time to focus on her grief. Then, her mother became one of her patients. She and Frenda tried everything, but her mother eventually died from blood loss. Garland’s grief finally caught up with her, and it came out mixed with rage for Senix.
After one particularly nasty battle, a council was held at the ring of five white trees. Frenda allowed her granddaughter and son-in-law to attend. The main topic was how to get rid of Senix for good before more lives were taken. Most of the Sprites suggested using their magic with plants to harness him, and then kill him some how. Frenda, however, came up with a better plan. She took her grand daughter aside, and then dismissed the council. Garland was briefed on her grandmother’s strategy.
The next day, all of the sprites gathered before Senix and started to attack him. They called on the creatures of the forest to help, and soon, most of everything alive was helping in some way to distract him while Frenda and Garland snuck up from behind. The two both gathered up their concentration, took a seed ad zoomed headlong into Senix’s back. The seed struck him right below the shoulder blades. Garland pressed harder and harder until she felt the seed was lodged in there tight. Then, she talked to the seed, urging it to grow. She could feel it snaking under her fingers, the vines and branches lifting to the sky and coiling tight around her enemy. Frenda put her hand overtop Garland’s and the seed seemed to grow twice as fast with twice as much vigor. Senix had by this time understood what was happening. He writhed and screeched in frustration as the vines held him, still coiling and snaking around his body, and the sprites kept attacking him with vicious little arrows. The plant kept growing though, no matter how much he squirmed and cursed. It grew until only his head was visible, and the vines started to wrap around his neck. Senix sputtered and choked until the plant had succeeded in wrapping around his chin; and then it snapped his neck with a loud crunch. That was his end. Garland and Frenda didn’t stop until he was completely covered by their plant; in the place where Senix had been standing, was a big, beautiful tree with already flowering buds.
The sprites that had been under Senix’s control, were released along with his death. That night, they spent apologizing and having fun with the other sprites as they celebrated Senix’s downfall. It was on that same night, when Garland was in her tree hollow with her father, that a letter was delivered to her. The courier squirrel put down his message and scampered away, back to the festivities. Garland tiptoed to her part of the hollow, careful to not make any noise in case she woke up her father, and opened the letter. It was plainly addressed to her, and said some very interesting things.
“Dear Garland of Whiteheart Wood,
We are pleased to announce that you have been chosen to attend Twilight Moon Academy for the Gifted. It is a place where you can enhance you own special abilities, while learning new ones as well. We await you reply ad look foreword to seeing you in the Ghost Shipyards.
-Twilight Moon Academy”
Garland was excited that she was being asked to be accepted into a school for the gifted. Having knowledge of other skills, as well as furthering hers would be extremely useful if another catastrophe hit. She had also promised her mother before she passed that she would protect the Wood with her life. Thinking of what her mother said back brought tears to Garland’s eyes. ‘I’m so proud of you.’ The last words she ever uttered.
Garland thought it would be nice to go to the school, as long as she could be spared from home; after all, it was only her father now. So the next day, she went to her da’ and asked him if it would be possible. He was as excited as she that she would be going to an Academy for the Gifted. He said that he could manage here by himself, but would eagerly await her homecoming. Garland said all of her goodbyes, to her friends, to the animals and trees, and to her grandmother, who had a parting gift for her. It was a necklace, made of nothing but a piece of black string and a smooth, polished, green stone. Her grandmother mentioned that it had been her mother’s and that she should keep it safe as a reminder. Garland keeps it around her neck always, as a reminder of more than just her home; also, a reminder of the promise she made to her mom before she died. So it was with high spirits, and good cheer mixed with a bit of anxiety that Garland made her way to the Ghost Shipyards of Twilight Moon.
((sorry if this is absurdly long....I like to go into detail sometimes. I also drew my own picture of Garland, but I'll have to wait before putting it on the form. My scaner is not working))
Age- 33 (leap year) 132 (non- leap year)
Date of Birth- February 29, 1975
Homelands- Whiteheart Wood
Race- Sprite
Class- White Mange
Final- Budding Frondescence:
She only uses this attack in critical instances. Garland takes a seed form a pocket in her pants, and flies behind her enemy. Then, pressing the seed against the persons back or neck, she uses her power as a sprite to help the seed grow. Long thick vines come out of seed, sprouting flowers, growing larger and larger all the while gripping and constricting her enemy until he can no longer move. Depending on the situation, Garland can also tell the vines to grow into the ground to prevent escape, or tell the vines to coil around her enemy’s neck and snap it or choke him. Usually, Garland will use her power only to tie her enemy down; then, she will let her teammates take of the rest as they see fit.
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Weapon Information
A White Mange’s staff
It’s a very modest piece of handcrafted artwork, made by the most skilled artisans of the Whiteheart Wood. It is made of nothing but a sturdy, fire-hardened oak stave with intricate designs and runes engraved all along its length. About a third of the way up, a leather strap is placed to function as a hand grip. At the top, is a small, pale green, glass orb, held in place with vines; around the orb is an ornate, gold, chain of linked leaves.
{Armor Information}
none
{Accessory Information}
Gold Anklet:
It’s another chain made of linked leaves and it’s always worn on her left ankle. It serves as an amplifier for her magic
Necklace:
It’s made of a piece of black chord and a flat, green stone. Garland is always seen wearing it, as it was a gift from someone very special to her.
Ladybug Earings:
Each ear has one ladybug wing glued to a silver clasp. The wings were gleaned off the forest floor after a particularly nasty gale.
{Physical Description}
Garland is a forest sprite, so she is only about 1”6; that doesn’t mean that her spirit is as small. She is an extremely bright individual, and is always thirsting for more knowledge. She is very shy and quiet though, which sometimes gets in the way of her inquisitiveness.
All of her appendages are very thin. Garland was always tall for a Sprite, and her growth spurts brought on a high metabolism. She could consume anything, and she wouldn’t gain any weight. That was a good thing in many different aspects, because a sprite can’t be so heavy she can’t lift herself off the ground. Even having four wings wouldn’t help. Garland’s translucent wings are very long and beautiful; tiny veins ran up and down all four of them, and they met her body at the shoulder blades. The wings all have a light green tint to them, which help her blend in to the foliage. Her two top wings are longer than her bottoms, and all four of them are a nice ovular shape.
Even though she is 132 years old, Garland has the facial complexion of the perfect sixteen year old; young and blemish-free. Her eyes are a bright green color, like the rest of the forest; she has long black eyelashes and white eyebrows to match her white, shoulder length hair. The tips of her hair, including her bangs, are all naturally a light green color. Her little ears are pointed like those of an elf. Her lips are a pale rose color, probably from a lack of using them.
Being able to fly means that Garland seldom wears shoes; if and when she does, they are little brown leather sandals. Garland usually wears a light green tank top, made of a very thin material. She finds that it’s easier to move around in loose-fitting clothing than something heavy like wool. Garland also wears a pair of light brown, three- quarter length caprie-like pants. Occasionally, she will tie pieces of colorful, decorative cloth around her arms, because of the lack of sleeves.. She also wears a white cord around her waist for decoration.
{Background}
The Whiteheart Wood is a vast forest in southern England, about fifty miles wide any way you go; the surrounding area, and the woods itself are completely shut off from humans. It’s not that the humans had never discovered it before, but the sprites in the Wood always make sure that any human that has ever come near, never remembers his time in the forest. That way, the forest remains untouched by outsiders. The Wood is made completely of your normal, everyday oak, ash, maple, and fruit trees, but in the very center of the wood, is a ring of five, very tall, perfectly white trees. This is neutral territory, where no sprite watches or lives, and it’s only used for councils.
In the Wood, there are only about one thousand sprites; never in the history of Whiteheart Wood has there ever been more. Sprites tend to, for the most part, keep to themselves, but if their afternoon is free, and if all their daily chores are done, one might invite their neighbor or friend over to their tree hollow for tea. Even though the sprites are solitary, they can talk the bark off trees, not that they would ever want to. Part of a sprite’s daily agenda is making sure all of the different forms of life in their designated part of the forest, whether it be plant or beast, are being well cared for. If, for some reason, a rouge bird is having trouble finding it’s lunch, a sprite would be there to help it keep up it’s meals. The same goes for plants; sprites pride themselves in being able to communicate to all form of plants. It’s not really a written, spoken language, it’s a mental awareness that only sprites posses. Sprites also like having the knowledge that they have the power to help plants grow. The most skilled and dutiful of sprites can take a seed in their hand on use their unique magic to, in a matter of minutes, morph it into a fully grow oak tree. Of course, they only do that for certain, urgent reasons. As much as it sounds like that power would help the trees and shrubs, it also takes away the fun in the plant’s life; it would be the same as making a human baby turn into and adult in one day, without letting it enjoy the years of it’s adolescence. There was only major time in the Whiteheart Wood’s history where that power was used for an extremely special and urgent reason: in the time of Senix. The time of Senix collides with the life of Garland, but comes in later in her life.
Like most sprites, Garland was born to a pair of lovely Sprite parents (Most human legends tell of how female sprites pick up wayward travelers and conceive through them. That’s completely bogus of course) on February 29, a leap year. As she grew, she was instructed by her mother in the art of keeping her tree hollow clean, flying, tea making (Garland loves tea), and food gathering. She was taught very early on that sprites never eat meat out of respect for the animals they took care of, and they always asked permission from a tree before taking fruit and leaves. Garland learned from her father how to take care of the plants and animals in the section of the Wood that would one day be hers after her parent’s death. Her main teacher was her grandmother though. Her grandmother, Frenda, was something of the matriarch of the sprites. Whenever there was a problem or knowledge was lost, sprites, animals, and trees would all send a message to her and ask for her help. Not only was she wise, she was also the most gifted in the power to help trees grow, and white magic; Garland was her personal student, and her favorite granddaughter.
This system went on for the first fifty years of her life. In time, she became a skilled white magic user. Her parents were nearing their 500th birthday, while her grandmother was around 1000. It was about three months after May, when Senix first came to the Wood. He came in the form of a dark elf, his skin black and his hair, the purest white. He took on an air of innocence, claiming that he meant neither the sprites nor the wildlife in Whiteheart Wood any harm. It was almost as if his words were subtly weaving themselves into every creature’s heart, because most of the sprites took a liking to him immediately. The animals on the other hand, and some of the sprites, sensed evil at work in him, and avoided him at all costs.
Senix stayed in the Whiteheart Wood much longer than he originally said; curiously enough, most of the sprites seemed to have forgotten his first promises, welcoming and open- heartedly taking him in and embracing him with outstretched arms. It was during that time when he had won over many of the sprites’ souls, when he started to, subtly at first, cause discord in the forest. A whisper there, and a gentle nudge from a reliable friend here, made the sprites turn on one another in rage. Skirmishes turned into battles between families, and the Wood as a whole suffered. Garland and her family were part of those families that resisted the dark elf and his words, but they were still affected by the fighting; animals and vegetation were dying and suffering because they weren’t being looked after. Finally, it was decided by the sprites that were still free, that Senix had to go. Frenda, not wanting any more unnecessary fighting, first tried to negotiate, but Senix refused her terms, and laughed openly in her face. That started the war. Most of every living thing in the forest that wasn’t under Senix’s dominion helped to expel him from their home, except the sprites that were being controlled by him. They fought on his side, and because they were under mind control, they gave no thought to the fact that they were killing their own neighbors and friends. It was truly a sad ting to see.
The war dragged on; it was mainly sprite vs. sprite, but occasionally the animals and plants would try to help out. It was difficult for the free sprites and the animals to take the lives of the others, especially because they knew they were killing their friends, people they had known for hundreds of years.
By this time, Garland was working on the front line as a medic of sorts. She used her power as a white mange to heal her allies and enemies. Being on the front line had its advantages, as well as its downsides. First off, she was in danger all the time, but being so close to the danger meant that she could save more lives. She also got to watch the action. Senix rarely appeared, but when he did, he was a terrible thing to behold. He no longer took on the guise of a dark elf; now he showed his true form. Huge talons on each of his feet slashed and clawed the bark off trees, as well as other things. His arms were covered in blue feathers, the longest pinions extending from his fingers. The claws on his hands he used to kill his opponents were long and as sharp as razors. He had grown a long tail of blue feathers, which he used to help rudder when he was flying. And his head was the most hideous transformation of all. It looked like a sick cross between a bird and a human, complete with feathers around his red eyes, and a long protruding, curved beak, full of sharp, needle-like teeth. His nose had just about disappeared, with only a small hump above his beak to suffice. He had also had small ears that were hidden behind a mass of feathers. The crown of feathers on his head were constantly raised in battle, but lowered when he was calm. Garland witnessed the destruction he unleashed against her allies. It was horrible to watch, and not even she and her grandmother’s skill put together could heal all of the cases they were confronted with. It saddened her to lose any one of her patients, but there was always so much to do that she didn’t have time to focus on her grief. Then, her mother became one of her patients. She and Frenda tried everything, but her mother eventually died from blood loss. Garland’s grief finally caught up with her, and it came out mixed with rage for Senix.
After one particularly nasty battle, a council was held at the ring of five white trees. Frenda allowed her granddaughter and son-in-law to attend. The main topic was how to get rid of Senix for good before more lives were taken. Most of the Sprites suggested using their magic with plants to harness him, and then kill him some how. Frenda, however, came up with a better plan. She took her grand daughter aside, and then dismissed the council. Garland was briefed on her grandmother’s strategy.
The next day, all of the sprites gathered before Senix and started to attack him. They called on the creatures of the forest to help, and soon, most of everything alive was helping in some way to distract him while Frenda and Garland snuck up from behind. The two both gathered up their concentration, took a seed ad zoomed headlong into Senix’s back. The seed struck him right below the shoulder blades. Garland pressed harder and harder until she felt the seed was lodged in there tight. Then, she talked to the seed, urging it to grow. She could feel it snaking under her fingers, the vines and branches lifting to the sky and coiling tight around her enemy. Frenda put her hand overtop Garland’s and the seed seemed to grow twice as fast with twice as much vigor. Senix had by this time understood what was happening. He writhed and screeched in frustration as the vines held him, still coiling and snaking around his body, and the sprites kept attacking him with vicious little arrows. The plant kept growing though, no matter how much he squirmed and cursed. It grew until only his head was visible, and the vines started to wrap around his neck. Senix sputtered and choked until the plant had succeeded in wrapping around his chin; and then it snapped his neck with a loud crunch. That was his end. Garland and Frenda didn’t stop until he was completely covered by their plant; in the place where Senix had been standing, was a big, beautiful tree with already flowering buds.
The sprites that had been under Senix’s control, were released along with his death. That night, they spent apologizing and having fun with the other sprites as they celebrated Senix’s downfall. It was on that same night, when Garland was in her tree hollow with her father, that a letter was delivered to her. The courier squirrel put down his message and scampered away, back to the festivities. Garland tiptoed to her part of the hollow, careful to not make any noise in case she woke up her father, and opened the letter. It was plainly addressed to her, and said some very interesting things.
“Dear Garland of Whiteheart Wood,
We are pleased to announce that you have been chosen to attend Twilight Moon Academy for the Gifted. It is a place where you can enhance you own special abilities, while learning new ones as well. We await you reply ad look foreword to seeing you in the Ghost Shipyards.
-Twilight Moon Academy”
Garland was excited that she was being asked to be accepted into a school for the gifted. Having knowledge of other skills, as well as furthering hers would be extremely useful if another catastrophe hit. She had also promised her mother before she passed that she would protect the Wood with her life. Thinking of what her mother said back brought tears to Garland’s eyes. ‘I’m so proud of you.’ The last words she ever uttered.
Garland thought it would be nice to go to the school, as long as she could be spared from home; after all, it was only her father now. So the next day, she went to her da’ and asked him if it would be possible. He was as excited as she that she would be going to an Academy for the Gifted. He said that he could manage here by himself, but would eagerly await her homecoming. Garland said all of her goodbyes, to her friends, to the animals and trees, and to her grandmother, who had a parting gift for her. It was a necklace, made of nothing but a piece of black string and a smooth, polished, green stone. Her grandmother mentioned that it had been her mother’s and that she should keep it safe as a reminder. Garland keeps it around her neck always, as a reminder of more than just her home; also, a reminder of the promise she made to her mom before she died. So it was with high spirits, and good cheer mixed with a bit of anxiety that Garland made her way to the Ghost Shipyards of Twilight Moon.
((sorry if this is absurdly long....I like to go into detail sometimes. I also drew my own picture of Garland, but I'll have to wait before putting it on the form. My scaner is not working))
Great to have a FF fan here. Welcome to TMA! You may begin your first roleplay in the Ghost Shipyards.
