Post by Toyotomi on May 5, 2004 1:43:17 GMT -5
I thought since I joined without permission, I should at least apply... here is an into made for this specific purpose. *bows*
Name: Rizza Toyotomi
The black, leather boots of a lone traveler made their way towards the vast, open gate of the Kingdom of Ulster. Small clouds of dust sprang up with each footfall, and minute amounts of the fine substance adhered to the soft leather. The bright eyes of Rizza Toyotomi darted about, looking this way and then that, searching for any signs of life; it was an ungodly hour of the night, and anyone in their right mind would be tucked away safely in their beds. But not Toyo, no; her dreams had been plagued with images that had long haunted her; she did not fear the dreams, or what they might mean; but they did cause her unrest. “Oh stop your foolishness,” she spoke to herself, a habit common amongst the lone travelers of the roads. Hoisting her bag higher upon her shoulder, she threw her weight forward, the light blue of her hair glowing softly in the waning light of the moon. “Hey Rat, you think they got a tavern in there?” Her voice had become whimsical, taunting any eavesdroppers into thinking her a delirious fool. She expected no answer from the ferret sleeping soundly inside her pack, but still made the effort to roll her eyes at it. “Worthless critter…,” with that she pressed forward, almost in anticipation of what this new place might hold for her.
I do hope you enjoy.
Name: Rizza Toyotomi
The black, leather boots of a lone traveler made their way towards the vast, open gate of the Kingdom of Ulster. Small clouds of dust sprang up with each footfall, and minute amounts of the fine substance adhered to the soft leather. The bright eyes of Rizza Toyotomi darted about, looking this way and then that, searching for any signs of life; it was an ungodly hour of the night, and anyone in their right mind would be tucked away safely in their beds. But not Toyo, no; her dreams had been plagued with images that had long haunted her; she did not fear the dreams, or what they might mean; but they did cause her unrest. “Oh stop your foolishness,” she spoke to herself, a habit common amongst the lone travelers of the roads. Hoisting her bag higher upon her shoulder, she threw her weight forward, the light blue of her hair glowing softly in the waning light of the moon. “Hey Rat, you think they got a tavern in there?” Her voice had become whimsical, taunting any eavesdroppers into thinking her a delirious fool. She expected no answer from the ferret sleeping soundly inside her pack, but still made the effort to roll her eyes at it. “Worthless critter…,” with that she pressed forward, almost in anticipation of what this new place might hold for her.
I do hope you enjoy.