| Regeneration : |
-1 |
| Energetic immunity : |
-19 |
| Trade sense : |
-41 |
| Briskness : |
29 |
| Initiative : |
30 |
| Defence : |
229 |
| Attack : |
222 |
| Power : |
92 |
| Luck : |
31 |
| Herbalism : |
4 |
| Experimentalism : |
2 |
| Filtering : |
2 |
| Finesse : |
9 |
| *fusioning : |
4 |
| Volition : |
41 |
| Cartography : |
9 |
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| Element Principle |
= 980 |
| Principle of Imagination |
= 114 |
| Darkness Principle |
= 79 |
| Transposition Principle |
= 2178 |
| Principle of Syntropy |
= 23 |
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| Gort Hedera - journal cover and other info. |
(wishlist? Nah, just WishPoints, or an Elu)
Me, simple, silent, and smiling. (Hedera helix)
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A younger woman with honey-brown eyes and dark brown hair, which is often streaked with drying algae or grassy bits. Generally speaking, she tends to wear a strand of algae or river-weed draped across her brow like a tiara.
She speaks very little, and when she does smile, it's apparent that her tongue is almost missing, too small to enunciate properly.
She wears a necklace with a glittering icy snowflake charm around her neck, and a bracelet of woven grass with three coloured wooden beads threaded in.
Her outfit is a simple cotton top embroidered with the letters RDFA over one breast, and a breezy skirt of natural silk, which is splotched with a few mud and grass stains. Her bare feet, seen through the dried mud on them, have toenails painted in a myriad of colours, depending on her mood at the time.
At her side, she carries a little satchel full of all sorts of knick-knacks, toys, and trinkets, a light blue PocketScarf, and always, always a bundle of fresh grass to braid into bracelets and such... plus an ever-present leather-bound journal/notebook.
(PS: Image drawn by the awesome 'Duke of Malfi', specifically for me. It's awesome! <3)
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| Why Hate? |
Tis far nobler to have loved and lost, then ne'er to have loved at all.
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While I started my dueling with the usual collections of Aramors, Grasans, and Barren Souls, I have since traded and sacrificed all I had bound, for an army of less destructive creatures.
Seeds, a pretty bird, some spooky priests, and such, complete my forces. Yet I do not always lose.
I pledge to continue the traditions of RDFA, and helping others to revive their own forces, as best I can. I'm no pacifist, but I don't plan on aggressively grinding my way to the top either.
The view may be nice up there, but you make a much more interesting target down below, among the masses. :)
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Combo Fighter Achievement - earned Apr 22, 2011 |
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