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Secondary Character ProfileSECONDARY CHARACTER PROFILESecondary Character Profile
Name: Mark Walker
Age: 27 years
Gender: Male
Preferred Pronoun: He
Species: Human
---Physical Appearance--- Height: 5'11
Weight: 190 lbs.
Build: Muscular, toned, broad shoulders, long arms.
Skin: Italian heredity
Hair: Thick, dark hair, worn long enough to hang in his eyes and bother him. He's constantly shaking his hair out of the way.
Eyes: Brown eyes, so dark they look black.
Gait/Posture: He stands tall and straight, he wal
by ~a-voice-in-the-crowd
Character ProfileCHARACTER PROFILECharacter Profile
Name: Melinda Hansen
Age: 25 years
Gender: Female
Preferred Pronoun: She
Species: Human
---Physical Appearance--- Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Build: She is a slight girl, with very slender legs. She isn't gross skinny, however. She's very muscular, and stronger than she looks. She moves with a great deal of grace.
Skin: Caucasian, tanned from time spent in the sun.
Hair: Long, thick, sandy-blonde hair reaching to her waist in waves.
Eyes: Turquoise
by ~a-voice-in-the-crowd
Astrum Venatus AuditionMelinda popped a pain pill in her mouth and choked it down without water. Her head was already splitting, and they hadn't even entered the arena yet. She stuck the white pill bottle back in her purse and rested her head on the headrest of her seat. Glancing over into the driver seat, she glared at Mark before closing her eyes again.Astrum Venatus Audition
"Remind me why we're doing this, again?" she said irritably. They were parked among hundreds of other vehicles outside a great arena, preparing to attend some kind of tournament. He'd dragged her along, promising she'd enjoy herself. She'd argued that her ability would make the experience painful, but he'd
by ~a-voice-in-the-crowd
Journey of an AuthorThe Journey of an AuthorJourney of an Author
I slump onto the grass next to the river and plop my bare feet into the cool water with an angry huff of breath. Early this morning my parents and siblings decided to drive up the mountain and spend the day on a picnic. Predictably, my brother and I began fighting. The hurtful words of my hormonal adolescent brother have once again broken through my defenses and left me far angrier than I thought they could.
With moist eyes, I think of the computer in my apartment. That is where I long to be, alone in my own apartment with my computer, writing the story that lives in my head. I would
by ~a-voice-in-the-crowd
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