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[Riza]

Jack nodded pensively and became quiet..

"beautiful name, Linnea..."
He bended down to pick a daisy from the pathside.
Then he turned to Linnea again, to give her the little flower.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, take care.."

Jack left to the watersides and sat down, watching the waves of the sea and listening to the gulls.
Too long he had stayed in Aldebaran, inclosed in his room, only following his researches. It hasnt been always like this. He remembered a life before.. when he was happy.. before his beloved wife got ill and finally died. She was so young, only 22 years. Jack never got over that.

Then, after years, Jack almost reached his goal of his research, which took him years yet. All the time he was trying to create a medicine against that illness which cost his wife's life. But something was missing, he couldnt figure out. So he decided to go back to his hometown, to visit his granduncle. Maybe he will be able to find out the last missing item.

Like selfunderstood he turned his head again in the direction of Linnea, the Champion-Lady. Jack was confused.
His hand in his pocket hold a little cross made of silver, which belonged once to his passed-away wife.

[Alcestis]

Character: Astarael
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Job: High Priest
Level: 96
Hair color: Black
Clothing color: Green
(btw, never done this before >_> so don't laugh at me!)
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???? Astarael walked onto Alberta's dock and immediately sat down. She was exhausted from her latest trip into Moscovia's forest and needed to rest. Her backpack was torn, her staff had a crack in it, and her robe was soaked with sweat. That dragon was not friendly at all! "Luckily, I teleported away in time!" Astarael said to herself.

???? She contemplated taking a nap right on the dock, but thought against it when she remembered her father's wise words. "Men are evil!" Her father's voice echoed in her head. Astarael knew that her father couldn't speak for all men, but there are some rotten apples out there! While gathering her stuff, she slowly forced herself to stand. Though her body told her not to, Astarael started making her way towards the inn.

???? "Don't mind him, he gets like this sometimes," a familiar voice beside her said. Astarael could recognize that voice anywhere - hiding behind the numerous Prontera merchants or amidst the gruesome terror that's called Thor's Volcano. She stopped and spun in the direction of the voice.

???? "Linnea? I haven't seen you for so long! I hope you've been well," Astarael gushed with the happiness you could only find when you've found a lost friend, "and who was that creator you were talking with? He sure was looking at you strangely!"????

[Kenshiro-san]

Kenshiro stared around. She set her hands on her hips and decided to talk to the nearest person. Poking random people and smiling she asked around for a warp.
"Hi, I'm Kenshiro-san. Nice seeing you around" she said to whomever could listen. She whispered to herself "Where did all these people come from...? Alberta isn't usually as filled up like this..."

[Landon]

Character: Landon
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Job: Whitesmith
"Once upon a time there was a Whitesmith, and he was so ugly that everyone died!" The End.

[Kenshiro-san]

((Awesome Landon... simply amazing... =_=))
((Char Update:
Hair: Soft Pink
Pallete: Red
Headgear: Mystic Rose))

Kenshiro looked at the sweaty high priestess and recognized her immediately. "OH MY FLUFFLY DAWG! Haaaaaai Astaraeeeeeeeeeeel!!" she shouted and waved her over. Kenshiro smiled and flicked a lock of pink hair off her face as she smelled the air.