The River WitchThe River WitchThe River Witch
“I’m sorry, John.” The man in white shook his head, pulling the stethoscope from about his neck and dropping it into the fat satchel at his side. “There’s nothing else I can do for the child. Short of pixie dust and gypsy chants, the only thing left is to make her comfortable, and call for the priest.”
From her hiding place beyond the wide, double oaken doors, Laura Tivelt’s hear sank into her toes as her husband’s shoulders drooped. At the angle she watched both men - though a crack where the heavy wooden doors had failed to close after she’d be
Character Profile: NakarDescription:Character Profile: Nakar
He stands a good six foot one, raven black hair cut neatly to his shoulders. He is shrouded in a dark black cloak, and a small amulet, a star ruby in the form of a single drop of blood, is placed around his neck. His dark eyes stand out in stark contrast to his pale skin, and in there glint can be found his obvious feelings of superiority. He's good, and he knows it.
History:
Nakar was born to a common harlot by an unknown father, and within the walls of a broken down warehouse that was being used as a brothel at the time. He was hidden from potent
Character Profile: MinervaDescription1:Character Profile: Minerva
A warm glow emanates from the form that, just moments ago, was that of Minerva. The woman stands tall and proud veiled in light, as though it was a cloak of silk. A small amulet, a wing made of gray silver inside of a ring of gold. Long copper hair flows down her back, smooth and pure, Her eyes are like emeralds, deep and glittering with life. Her pale skin, alabaster, and her lips the color of rubies. Her back bears two beutiful wings, like that of a dove, and the silk of her red dress shimmers softly. She is Illiana, seraph of the greyangel. &
Character Profile: MikataDescription:Character Profile: Mikata
Platinum hair falls about the chiseled features of his face, lining his stone like face with its snow-white strands, and ending just above his ears. Ebon cloth forms the long open cloak that covers his back and comes to an end halfway down his calves. A form fitting shirt of silk the deepest raven covers his chest and about his waist is a silver sash from which hangs a long sable sheath, that contains a katana forged in the traditional method, and with a handle gripped in what appears to be silver sharkskin. Loose fitting jet-black pants conceal his legs and his well-worn boots rise t
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