Sorana Mahum '05
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Name Pronunciation: Sore-ah-nuh May-hum
Class: Sword-Wielding Warrior
Race: Half-Woodland Elf, Half-Human
Origin: Rural East Britian
Age: 16(Human Years)
Hair Style: Loose; Reaches Down Back
Hair Color: Brunette With Blonde Highlights
Eye Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale
Weapon: Kaze no Ryu-A Large Sword Almost The Height Of Sora
Outfit:
=-Almost-black top w/ only a right sleeve, dangling down past the wrist
=-Dark brown leather gloves; both expose the fingers but only the left one reaches up to the elbow
=-Dark brown thick leather belt w/ various pouches
=-Long skirt, same color as top, with a slanted cut at the bottom, just barely exposing the dark jeans underneath
=-Dark brown strap-sandals reaching halfway to knees
=-Trenchcoat(of course) that stops just above ankles; same off-black as the top and skirt
=-Sword is held by a thick dark brown leather strap that holds it against her back
Personality: Very shy most of the time-except when her temper is aroused. Daydreams frequently. Embarrased easily, smiles in the strangest of situations... Sora is a bit of an odd one. ^_^''
Bio:
For over a year Sorana Mahum had seemingly been in a coma, yet she's not so sure of that. She had been having an amazingly realistic dream, before she went unconscious, about life in a small village in the deepest part of a valley... Or was it actually real? This she could not recall either. Everything in her past is made up of vague, fuzzy memories. Memories that are made up of reality and dreams, intertwined in such a way that this half-elven girl cannot tell them apart. Though... She could remember one of her most passionate goals, whether it had been true or not. To search for this one nameless boy. Each day, Sora would feel closer to achieving this mysterious quest, still not sure if he would be a friend or enemy... Or has she already completed her journey?
((messing around with piccie-current was done by moi w/ acrylics; better coming soon))
((I like this next one, even though I didn't draw it. o-o''))
