Amen Previous
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My hands are tied and my eyes are blind.
My body is weak, but fierce my mind. A thousand primrose angels silver lining rainy clouds. Who's to say I'm not the next? A tear of love once again sparkles in the corner of Amen's right eye. The lithe elf is in the prime of her age. If her eyes are not covered, they'd be staring ahead blankly, though they shimmer with bright pupils - small shining stars that didn't seem to perform their duty. Amen swings both ways. Everything is allowed IC. Server rules, underage. |
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| Player: | Glade |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Elf |