You are an enticing youthful female human, presenting yourself as:
Omen.
The scars marring each of her cheeks do not deflect from the composure
of this mature woman. Her long chestnut hair has been artfully braided
and tied loosely at the nape of her neck, while her eyes, amber-flecked
and deeply thoughtful, act as a sharp contrast to her simple appearance
You have scars on your left cheek and right cheek.
You have amber eyes.
You have very long chestnut hair.
You are of normal height and lean for a human.
You look gorgeous.
You are in good shape.
You are extremely alert.
You are wearing a black robe, a left leather gauntlet, a pair of soft fleece boots and a right leather gauntlet.

Background:

Telling anyone never seemed important before, but as you're here you may as well listen. Sometimes I want to forget my past, pretend it never happened. But it all shaped me into what I am today.

Even before I was born I was hated. The man who calls himself my father. Ha! Father! He doesn't even know the meaning of the word. He has a thing for my mother for quite some time and they got on well. But as soon as he heard she'd fallen pregnant he left her, left her with me. The village where my mother lived, they couldn't have a woman with a bastard child living there; they were too good for that. She was given the choice: to get rid of the baby or to never set foot inside the village walls again.

She couldn't bare the thought of losing me, so she ran. She went for days out in the unknown, her body growing steadily weaker and weaker because of the extra strain I was causing. She tried to fend for herself but she had never had to before, never mind the fact that she was with child. She would have died out there, out there in unknown forest. But not all races are as unkind as humans. You may have heard me speak of my home, the village where I grew up. It was these elves who found my mother, it was these elves that took my mother in, gave her a safe place to stay, companionship. True followers of Gwen. In their eyes a child is a gift, a gift to be loved and cherished.

I was born later on in that year. I couldn't have asked for a better upbringing, they treated me as one of their own even though I was maturing so much faster than their own children. Quenya interested me, I tried to pick it up and now I speak it pretty much perfectly. Anyhow, my mother and I, we lived there happily until I was fourteen. They were peaceful; I had never touched a knife, other than to cut up herbs and the like. Hard to believe now, I know. We didn't fight, there was no reason to.

And then they found us.

One day I and my mother were sitting together, crafting something or other I think when we heard sudden screams and shouts. I was terrified, my mother told me to hide, which I did. In a cupboard which I locked from the inside and looked fearfully through the gap in between the doors. It was humans, human men, human men from my village. They'd come to find me. Yes me, a child who they'd never even met. Since my mother had left the crops had failed and their farm animals had fallen ill. They were shouting, screaming in fact. When one found our hut they let out a triumphant yell, they'd found the mother whose child had cursed them. I didn't know the meaning of violence, didn't understand that one being could spill another's blood. They asked my mother where I was, she refused to tell them so they punished her. There must have been about five of them, against her. They raped her, raped her one after the other. I can remember her screams, her shouts for help. But I couldnt help her, I was useless. I was fourteen, I should have been able to do something but I couldn't. I was weak, helpless. They killed her in the end, along with many of the villagers. We were all helpless, we were peaceful. They didn't find me though, I managed to slip away. I couldn't stay, I was distraught and ashamed.

So I was alone, fourteen and completely alone. After wandering aimlessly for a couple of weeks I came across a town, I was starving by then I'd only been living on berries and chestnuts. I took shelter under a bridge for the night and was wrapping myself up trying to sleep when I was approached by a hooded figure. I was too tired to be scared, so I just watched his approach. He sat down beside me and offered me shelter for the night. I was too weak to refuse; too tired to care that I shouldn't go off with strangers. He took me to a simple stone building and let me in. He removed his hood and turned around to face me. I looked up into his eyes and saw that this was a darkelf, a race of whom Id only ever heard stories of. But I was still too tired to be scared. He seemed to read my mind, but looking back at it now I guess he met a lot of youngsters like me, moneyless and with no place to go. He offered me work in exchange for a bed for the night. Of course I agreed I was just glad to get shelter and in some strange way, I trusted him. As I fell asleep that night I remembered the shouting of the men, their screaming for the evil child, for the bad Omen, a name I carried with me from that day.

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She has a thing for darkelves

Who left a comment and didnt sign their name?? Just because Im at Uni and without connection for a few weeks doesnt mean I dont notice these things. And its not all darkelves, its just Oran (Poor guy) Oh, and ShinJi... he's sooooo cute (Im gonna regret saying that) ;)- Omen

Rap is lucky then.. while he is ugly like hell..

Hehe, definately not Rap... he breaks too easily... grins innocently - O

I told you she was evil!.. Hahahahaha. - Unknown to all, but Omen. (Hopefully.)

Not evil!!! She is cute and fluffy and innocent and wouldnt hurt a fly! - O

Hmm.. ''"he breaks too easily..."'' under these terms I won't let her touch my ''hump'' again sniffs huffily - Rap

Oh come on Rap, you know you want her to hump you. cackles - Ez

Ez is ''definiately'' the most sex-oriented female elf I've ever met =8) - Rap