Ginger's RP Profile

Title: Ginger's RP Profile
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LithaHellstormm

Rank：Unskilled
Score：113
Posts：113
From：USA
Register：01/17/2009 11:30 PM

Date Posted：01/20/2009 8:05 AMCopy HTML

Angelic Soul
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Name: Ginger
Age: Since the beginning of time
Alignment: Pure and Good
Abilities: Bringer of good and peace, Angel of life and love, Elements are in my favor at all times.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125lbs
Color Eyes: Angelic Pink
Color Hair: Varies, But is usually Dark Chocolate
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(My dragon friend, Draconia)
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(Where I am from, Angelic Mountains)
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(Where you can find me most of the time, Angelic lands)
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(My life mate and I before he died)

Description: When I was created, I was given the gifts of peace, love and life. Born an angel, my mother called me the angelic soul. I never carry an weapons, I have no need for them. I never have brought harm to anyone. I travel to bring compassion to those who never had it. I am the angel of life.
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History:
How I began was in sin. My mother protected me from all the evil that existed to keep me as the angelic soul I have remained. My father I knew that he was of evil. A hater, predator and killer of life and peace. I was not born like a mortal is born... but created from my mothers love and compassion. Later a sister was born. She is nothing like myself. My sister is evil and has gone through our entire lives trying to destroy me and has not succeeded. She dwells within a dungeon as her life hangs by a limb. She fights to be freed to come for me and my place, but shall never see light again. I have had only one love. A life mate called Dominea. He was the dark angel of death. I brought good into his life and we married. We had a good life together till his time came. He fought to keep me safe, he succeeded in that, but died for what he believed. He left me in the care of his dragon, Draconia, whom is still my friend to this day. I travel around alot in search for more to help, as my work upon what mortals call earth.

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(A painting of me when I was very young)
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(The evil queen [sister] that tried to break my wings but lost)

Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be. When you scream it sounds like a lullaby There's no reality Just this world of illusion.