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"Hey there. My names Aramis. Aramis Allegiere. You can call me Rami if you want. So, let me tell you a little about myself." *He quietly takes out a cigarette and lights it, sucking the acrid smoke into his lungs* "Let's start with my parents. My mother's name is Simara. I'm named after her. My name is her name backwards. In any case, she was from an island nation called Xoria, way out in the far Western part of the world. She was a tall woman, about as tall as I am now, six feet, three inches. She had long, straight, pitch-black hair that fell to her small waist, which made her look much taller. She had overly large hands and ears, though the rest of her was long, slender, and elegant. She didn't speak much, but she smiled often, and that's important, I guess. She always was the quiet type. Her skin was a dark golden brown, a common trait among Xorians. Another common trait among Xorians are their deep, emerald green eyes, something I inherited from her, sort of. As you can see, my right eye is green. My left eye is blue. That, I got from my father, Alaan. My father was a Holy Crusader of Deus, one of the most distinguished order of knights in the world. He was about five feet, ten inches tall, with an extremely disciplined appearance that hid his great joy for life. His platinum blonde hair was always cut short, as was his stubble of a beard, and his crystalline blue eyes sparkled with a wisdom he let spill out every so often. He was a kind, gentle man, who made the mistake of bringing his Xorian wife to live with him in Meenah."
*Aramis throws a half-interested look towards the bartender, nodding slightly in order to acknowledge his request for another ale.*
"Hey...sorry about this. I'm way behind schedule on my alcohol. You come back next week and I'll tell you more about this sham of a life I had in Meenah. You stay safe."
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Wed Nov 10, 2004 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments |
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