| Kedissa's Notebook | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A little intro in Kessa's mind | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A splotch of ill-timed ink here, a dash of orange rind there; yep, the memories of this neat notebook with the worn out-side is full of rumaged goodies. You could write a book on 'em, or better yet... Make a web-page. Anyhoo, this is about Kedissa for fellow rp'ers. It will be updated into beautiful slowly, but everything takes time (qoute Mulan: The last blossom is the best bloom). Take this *snug* and continue, but beware, this may be a little scary at times... | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Kedissa Whispers of brown curls line a yellow face with rays of sunshine gleaming brightly through the thick form. A few curls fall around her small,bottle-green eyes over a large nose and thin rose lips. A dart scar marks her jaw. Fattish body rolls of ripples and cellulite over strong, flexible muscles; Kessa doesn't really care about her simplistic, colorful looks. Long callused fingers show a hint of her profession, which she joined a very young age. Fuzzy yellow stars bounce from here to there over the llama-knit sweater. Fresh fuschia hues blaze from the little turtleneck to the tiny-cuffs at the end of long sleeves. Although small for some standards, it still fits generously around Kedissa's body. Kedissa wears the lavender and white knot of the Weavercraft on her shoulder. Kedissa is 12 Turns, 1 month, and 13 days old. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Blotted, hazy mists cover this mystery, but, by the way she writes her cursive indicates she's from the Tillekan region, though why she moved to such a cold climate stuns all, perhaps she's not from Tillek, after all, but from some other place...? | Perhaps it lies in her mother, who was a Weaver and took her to Weaver-land in Ista Hold, at the tender age of 9. She joined, noticing the subtle patterns of the stains on the wall, or how the water tended to ripple when a firelizard landed in it. Yep, creativity ran through her bright-neon blood.. along with hyper-ness and the sunshine-y grins that make her lovable.
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