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just woke up to click download... -> now back to sleep![]()
Hiir Noivl Reborn
Hiir reached up and lightly touched the bandages wrapped tightly about her eyes. It had been nearly two weeks of infernal itching but the discomfort and pain were finally gone.
Footsteps approached. "Now, let's see how you've healed up. Hold still now or you might lose some hair."
Snip, snip, snip. The bandages began to fall away into her lap. "Open your eyes slowly. It's still dark out, but I needed some candles to see."
"It's okay, I'm a Dunesfolk."
"Ah of course!"
She looked over at him. "How is it?"
"Just as you requested," the lalafell thaumaturge said with a frown. "I still don't agree with marring such a beautiful face."
Hiir picked up a small handmirror and looked at herself. She smiled. "Excellent work. Don't feel bad. It's not a scar. Not where I come from."
"And just where do you come from?"
"Everywhere and Nowhere. A dynasty of adventurer's if you will..."
"The No Tribe."
"It's a fitting title, don't you think?"
"Are you sure about this? If you actually are setting yourself to rebuilding the moving city of ..."
"SHHHH..." She dug into her pockets. "Here is the payment you requested, plus more for your silence."
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Last edited by HiirNoivl; 08-02-2013 at 06:09 PM.
Here I am in all my 2.0 Cuteness
I do not really like Tattoos hence why I dont have any and I find the way my character turned out very nice indeed.
I used to have short hair but decided to grow it long during my 5 year exile drifting about in the Aether
I love Cookies and my Thyrus
Due to Ifrit Extreme I have an addiction to Trappers Quiche and I am currently working towards kicking the habit.
I hate any type of onion
Last edited by Sophia; 08-01-2013 at 08:59 PM.
You look like Nique with brown hair =|Here I am in all my 2.0 Cuteness
I do not really like Tattoos hence why I dont have any and I find the way my character turned out very nice indeed.
I used to have short hair but decided to grow it long during my 5 year exile drifting about in the Aether
I love Cookies and my Thyrus
Due to Ifrit Extreme I have an addiction to Trappers Quiche and I am currently working towards kicking the habit.
I hate any type of onion
Okie dokie. Got it together.
I do believe this will be my final character. I really wanted her eyes to pop. XD (Click view image to zoom)
Anyone else notice higher scores than the previous benchmark? I was getting about 8,500 before. Now I got nearly 11k. (I already know the game runs flawless but its still interesting XD.
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What can I say. Niq and I are trend setters. Can't help it if girls copy our sweet style :P
(Annoyed at the lack of new hairstyles)
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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Short Bio: Ne'er a day goes by that a lost soul finds its way back to the Aether without paying the ferryman. For those who cannot pay, they wander the world endlessly, their anger and frustration causing them to commit terrible acts. He is the tool of The Spinner, the scythe that cuts the rotten wheat of the world. Be wary of Nymeia's wrath, for her soldier hath no mercy.
Autumn, (like the lives of those unfortunate and unlucky), is dying. A cold darkness is creeping through the cracks of reality. A war rages on around Eorzea and soon it will be on her doorstep. The Gods and Goddess' have sworn not to meddle with their children and yet they yearn to aid in any way they can. A set of simple commands resound throughout Hydaelyn. (Feel)...(Think)...(Teach)...(Hear)...(Speak) A resounding cry reverberates backwards through space and time and their soldiers rise up to meet the challenge.
He stands alone on a dusty road. The air is acrid and once more he hears her words. (Tell)...(Hope)...(Wish)...(Roam) So he wanders until he is beset upon by minions of the dark. They are no more a threat than the creatures that speckle the landscape. He reaches the City-State of Ul'dah, where his true journey begins.
Several years have passed and though many times since he first started; he has laid down his sword and spear with no hope of ever being able to complete his task. This time, he is different. He does not stand alone against the shadows. Though they are not blood-kin, they share the same goal. To irradiate the threat to Eorzea and to all of Hydaelyn.
With the death of NaelVanDeus Darnus, his goal is finally complete, at last he may rest his head upon his maker's lap. Yet something ominous has awoken in the wake of war. The vessel charges headlong into combat and like the rest, is destroyed by the dragon's unrelenting attacks. So a new vessel must be found, and in five years, he will be ready to fight once more.
Aftermath: Five years have passed since the awakening of Bahamut and the death of so many innocent souls. He has been sent once more to the world of Eorzea. This time however, he is inside of a lithe agile creature that still feels the pain and anguish of what was lost. Where once was pain, now is rage and anguish turns to determination. He has sworn an oath to his vessel. Whomever is responsible for this travesty will know his name. That name is Rubieus Amrita, the Void Knight of Nymeia.
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