User:Myncia

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Name: Myncia Forsythe

Titles: Black Bandit, Teacher of Meditation and Premonition, and one more she only entrusts to certain people.

Love Status: Married to Kanti. However, people still flirt with her.

Normal Status: normal.

Recent wins: none.

Clan: Gisiae en Adon. (sorry if misspelled)

Role in Clan: Private

Student(s): Brandi, Britta, Azue (Azue is an RP charecter, hardly ever seen)

Deity: Daedria

Family: Adopted daughters: Britta, Azue (azue is an RP charecter, hardly ever seen) Sisters: Marrissa, Clara (RP charecters, either never seen or deceased) Brother: Briar (apprenticed to Sandarus, also RP'd by Sandarus) Neice: Nina, Myra (RP charecter, deceased) Husband: Kanti nephew: Darius

Race: Vampiric Feline (vampiric jaguar)

Sub Class: shapeshifter, can shapeshift into past forms. (ooc note: in other words, past charecters.)

subsub class: No name, just a power blessed to her by her old mistress, the Moon Goddess of her home.

Sire: unknown, even to her. (ooc note: I didn't notice the name, how stupid is that?)

Class: Theif, but hardly ever steals. Teaches meditation and other skills.

Looks: Blue eyes (usual color) (change colors), Black hair, pale skin, 5 tattoos: LK entwined on her right shoulder, a scimitar on her right ankle, GEA on her left hand, a black jaguar on her left shoudler, and TL on her right forearm. Scars: Four dotted scars on her neck, a diamond scar over her eye, and scratch marks on her back. Do not touch or she'll hurt you.

Height: Just over 5'

Weight: 123 pounds

Past charecters: Meeyah; Dryad mage. Hannah; centaur ranger. Julie; dragon mage. Daja; feline druid Sandry; feline druid (daja's daughter) Trisana; druid pixie Tara; druidd pixie (trisana's half-sister) Georgina; wind dragon-mage Current: Myncia (These are my past charecters. If you knew them, hi, if you didn't, well, now you know. And if you knew one of my past charecters, please tell me who you are and which charecter you knew, for I may have forgotten you.)

Random shoutouts (in ooc and IC):

GO GEA!!!!

Tyrenes is da bomb! 0_0

Sandarus is cool. (:

Nathifa and Zytka are my best friends! *hugs both*

Magik is an arrogant geek.

Krygon is the most annoying bastard you could ever meet.

ERRIN AND DAEDRIA ARE MINE!!! I claimed them!!

Random thoughts:

Why do most guys have to either flirt or tease married women?

Story: Myncia, six years old. Myncia walks down the street, her cloak flying behind her. She watches the citizens pass by her, sighing. She wished she could live a normal life. But -no- she has to live in total secrecy. For if she didn't, she would probrably be killed, or locked up. She sighed, shaking her head. How complicated her life was. She continued walking towards her house, deep in thought, when her twin Marrissa ran up to her. "Sis! The house!" she said, gasping. "It's...on fire! Clara, and Briar...are trapped inside!" Myncia gasped and ran towards her home, stopping at the corner. The gray-and-blue mansion was burning. Ignoring the crowd, she dashed into her home, shouting for her brother and sister. Terror tore at her heart as she searched frantically for her siblings. "Clara! Briar!" she shouted as she ran through the house, dodging the falling debris. "Myncia?" a feeble voice croaked. Myncia turned to see Clara's face peeking out of a collapsed closet. "Clara!" Myncia said, pulling her youngest sibling out of the wreakage. "Do you know where Briar is?" Clara nodded. "He's in his room. You go get him, I'm going outside," she said, and bolted out the door. Myncia climbed the burning steps, ignoring the pain. She ran into her brother's room. "Briar! BRIAR!" She called. "Help," Briar's feeble voice croaked. Myncia looked and saw his hand peeking from under the burning bed. Myncia tugged him out. "Go, Go, go!" she yelled, pushing him out the door. He bolted down the steps, Myncia after him. Once outside, coughing, the siblings huddled around each other, comforting one another. Myncia stood slightly apart, coughing harder than any of the others. A man walked up to them. "I'm sorry, kids," he said, wiping sweat off his forhead. "Your parents were in the fire. They're dead."

More coming soon!


ooc contact info:

hines_kristi@yahoo.com

tygereye7272@hotmail.com