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My Life
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Hello, my name is Ceridon. I'll tell you about myself. I'm a weak, poor, clumsy Half Elf Rogue. I'm homeless in Elanthia, at least until the Rogue's Guild comes out. So I live here for now. I could buy a house in Elanthia, but why would I pay silvers for something I get much fancier and for free? (The rogue's guild might be a palace) My mom's a all powerful, beautiful, and yet kind Dark Elf Sorceror, and my dad's a caring, strong, fast, Sylvankind Ranger. It hurts me to see them apart (and my bank account, since I don't get an allowance hile they are apart). I have many relatives in that family, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, uncles, and aunts. Most are older than me, but I have only met a portion of my family. I know for sure that i have three younger brothers, one's a Dark Elf Sorceror, one's a Half Elf Bard, and one's a Dwarven Warrior. Any how, we all live in Elanthia, and most of us have houses. I have a beautiful and noble (of course) God Mother, who loves me as much as my real parents do, more so, I guess. We are a mixed bunch, not like some stuck up families who only accept those that are their own kind (or in Elven cases, race). I have respect for these families though, since they manage to become successful and big nonetheless (yes, that was just for silvers that they might give me, yea, I'm that hard up for coins). I'm a weak hunter, and my clumsiness and ignorance prevents me to pick locks and pockets that I should, but I can say that I'm moderate in both skills. I help out whereever I can, where it be if it a body that needs dragging back to safety where the soul can be ressurected and united back with it's physical self, or where it be standing there as bait and allow other hunters to kill anything that tries (or succeeds) in killing me. I hunt too, for treasures and the fun of it, but it doesn't excite me. I have many people I deem friends in Elanthia, and these are, Lord Zheem, Aeillos, Phenam, Phistandilus, Guanther, and a few others I can call on in my time of need (or silvers). The other people I truly like are my family, but I don't stick to them like a lost child hood. I like silvers, rare weapons, a good drink now and then, and shiny shiny things. I hate trolls, rats, and this person by the name of Senshi (or doppelganger, as I like to call him, and he deems worthy of the name). Why would I hate him so much? You would too, if you were me. First off, he changed his species from elf to half elf. How did he do that, you ask? Well, some of us are so mixed that we can call ourselves whatever we want to, but he changed to my race, half elf. He took up my profession, rogue, but of course, it took him 19 hours to be born while it took me six minutes, so he's a bit heavier, and a bit less clumsy and more dextrous. He has my equipment, and tried to buy clothes that looked like mine. I, of course, sold mine and bought new stuff. How do I know I'm not dillusional? Because he asked me "Do you mind if I become a rogue?" and after I said I did mind, because I didn't like him to begin with, he became a rogue, a helf elven one at that, and started looking for stuff I had. That isn't very nice. I didn't like him before because he was a liar, he lied to his own family about being new to Elanthia and such, when he was there before they started charging gate fees. Well, he doesn't have everything like me, of course, I sure as the Gates of Lorminstra don't have two pairs of angel wings, I don't want to look stupid (I don't even have one pair, I don't want to appear as an angel). And he wears white lace gloves. Now, it's cool with me that he wants to be another sex (or be with his same sex) but people in Elanthia are old fashioned. We still use magic for crying out loud, why does he cross dress? Er...anyhow, that's enough of me, now, back to my home.
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