I'll be using my TM character. Her profile is in a word document, and if you want me to add her profile onto this post, let me know. Cause you don't exactly specify to include it in.
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The scent of damp socks and rotten fish filled the air around me as my wings carried me into the waiting room for the next Tournament of Arms. I've heard about this tournament from a few colleagues of mine. Day in and day out I trained with my halberd and carefully concocted extra drugs to use for this tournament. Riiiight, drugs. Like I'm really going to use them in this kind of tournament.
A constant, soft breeze flew through my long brown hair. My emerald green eyes took in the other combatants and their expressions. I could feel the green in my pupils slowly fade to red, but I shook my head to abstain the desire of my hunger. Not just yet, girl. This is just the waiting room. Don't get a head start on yourself.
While my mind was occupied with restraining myself, I felt someone brush up against me.
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