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More A Different Road profiles, whee! (This profile isn't as in depth as it should be, but I'll fix that latter tonight.) Leda's a hard character for me to draw, since she's suppose to be one of the prettiest characters in the story and I laways have trouble making her look mystoryious and pretty enouph.

Name: Leda Swiftwind
Age: 19
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Hair: Lavender
Skin: Dark
Eyes: Crinsom red
Height: 5'8
Weight: 135 lbs.
Personality: Quite, unemotional and cautious, Leda has a temper she tries to control, and remains off to the side. She can be shy and rarely opens up to others, or tries to make friends out of her traveling companions. Leda is puzzled by her lack of both a memory and past, and is a little afraid of finding out. She is fairly nieve` when it comes to people and their intentions, thus leaving her rather easy at times to manipulated and used. She’s rather blank when it comes to people, and almost never smiles, leaving most to think of her as anti-social, or non-emotional.
Background/Other: Leda was found as a young teen and with no memory of her past or even name, she began a life as a theif in order to surivie. Unlike many of her race, she has no mage-like ablities, and fights with twin long bladed knifes. She has a great love of shiney objects and secretly is quite girly and loves pretty clothes, although her life she lives rarely allows for her to either dress up or have the pretty, feminie clothes she likes. She often on bad terms with almost everyone she meets, due to her shy and seemenly anti-social personalitly. She's Fontar's favorite target for teasing and pestering, and at first is quite afriad of the demon, although later on she gets comfortable enouph around him to attempt to kill him in return for his pesky teasings. She can also be quite angsty over things in her past.

(A short ficlet that explains a tiny bit about who Leda is.)

Once upon a time ago, there was a War. Not the War that seems to always be going on, but A War. In this War, a recently awaken race, affectionatly known as Drows, or Dark Elves, who had put themselves to sleep during the Great Age of Science and Man in order to remain within a world they still knew, had a slight argument with some other races. The Drows figured that since they were a more impressive race, they should not only own the Underworld but the Upperworld as well. This errupted into A War bewteen the Drow race against humans and Elves, as the Dragons belived themselves better than everyone and would rather watch the others kill themsleves, while the demons were too busy making trouble of their own.
Once upon a time, there a warrior who had put her swords away and settled down into a quite, married life with a man she loved deeply, a quite scholar. Wanting nothing more to do with the battle field and blood, she refused to join with her race against the Drows. Her future would not bee seen through bloodied eyes.
Once upon a time, the Drows won A War. And all of the elves, and the humans of Afianc* became slaves and those who were a threat were sent to prision camps to die for their crimes. And becuase the woman was a great warrior and her husband was a great scholar and their child was inoccent they were sent to the prision camp.
Once upon a time, the woman's dreams crumbled as her husband died and her child was taken away.
Once upon a time, the woman took her swords back up again, and her future was painted with blood.
Once upon a time, Another War started, and this time, the woman led it.
Once upon a time, The woman destroyed those who had dystroyed her.

And when it was over, and a entire race was wipe from existance, the woman had nothing. No husband, the love of her life, no child, the sweet inoccence, and no peace from the crimes she'd commited in the name of truth and venagnce. A race dead cried her name and cursed her to a long life of pain, lonlieness and quilt.
And the woman wandered for a few years, slowly driven to madness.

There was no escape from the nightmare. And with the knowlage of her husband's studies, she concived to to live again, a different life, one free from the screams in the night.

And so the woman dissapeared. With the magic her husband has worked upon, she gave herself a new body and locked her memories so far down that they're never resurface, and attempted to give herself and new, clean soul.

Her name was Marran Dragonsbane. She was the greatest warrior the Earth had ever seen. A most brilllient milliary general, a most skilled warrior, and a most driven woman, she was only the best.

She was no more.

In her new life, she would have no memory of the man she's loved so deeply, of the child she'd lost, and of the lives she's taken. She would only be, yours truly, Leda Swiftwind.

Character and such(C) myself

Description
-photoshop

More A Different Road profiles, whee! (This profile isn't as in depth as it should be, but I'll fix that latter tonight.) Leda's a hard character for me to draw, since she's suppose to be one of the prettiest characters in the story and I laways have trouble making her look mystoryious and pretty enouph.

Name: Leda Swiftwind
Age: 19
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Hair: Lavender
Skin: Dark
Eyes: Crinsom red
Height: 5'8
Weight: 135 lbs.
Personality: Quite, unemotional and cautious, Leda has a temper she tries to control, and remains off to the side. She can be shy and rarely opens up to others, or tries to make friends out of her traveling companions. Leda is puzzled by her lack of both a memory and past, and is a little afraid of finding out. She is fairly nieve` when it comes to people and their intentions, thus leaving her rather easy at times to manipulated and used. She’s rather blank when it comes to people, and almost never smiles, leaving most to think of her as anti-social, or non-emotional.
Background/Other: Leda was found as a young teen and with no memory of her past or even name, she began a life as a theif in order to surivie. Unlike many of her race, she has no mage-like ablities, and fights with twin long bladed knifes. She has a great love of shiney objects and secretly is quite girly and loves pretty clothes, although her life she lives rarely allows for her to either dress up or have the pretty, feminie clothes she likes. She often on bad terms with almost everyone she meets, due to her shy and seemenly anti-social personalitly. She's Fontar's favorite target for teasing and pestering, and at first is quite afriad of the demon, although later on she gets comfortable enouph around him to attempt to kill him in return for his pesky teasings. She can also be quite angsty over things in her past.

(A short ficlet that explains a tiny bit about who Leda is.)

Once upon a time ago, there was a War. Not the War that seems to always be going on, but A War. In this War, a recently awaken race, affectionatly known as Drows, or Dark Elves, who had put themselves to sleep during the Great Age of Science and Man in order to remain within a world they still knew, had a slight argument with some other races. The Drows figured that since they were a more impressive race, they should not only own the Underworld but the Upperworld as well. This errupted into A War bewteen the Drow race against humans and Elves, as the Dragons belived themselves better than everyone and would rather watch the others kill themsleves, while the demons were too busy making trouble of their own.
Once upon a time, there a warrior who had put her swords away and settled down into a quite, married life with a man she loved deeply, a quite scholar. Wanting nothing more to do with the battle field and blood, she refused to join with her race against the Drows. Her future would not bee seen through bloodied eyes.
Once upon a time, the Drows won A War. And all of the elves, and the humans of Afianc* became slaves and those who were a threat were sent to prision camps to die for their crimes. And becuase the woman was a great warrior and her husband was a great scholar and their child was inoccent they were sent to the prision camp.
Once upon a time, the woman's dreams crumbled as her husband died and her child was taken away.
Once upon a time, the woman took her swords back up again, and her future was painted with blood.
Once upon a time, Another War started, and this time, the woman led it.
Once upon a time, The woman destroyed those who had dystroyed her.

And when it was over, and a entire race was wipe from existance, the woman had nothing. No husband, the love of her life, no child, the sweet inoccence, and no peace from the crimes she'd commited in the name of truth and venagnce. A race dead cried her name and cursed her to a long life of pain, lonlieness and quilt.
And the woman wandered for a few years, slowly driven to madness.

There was no escape from the nightmare. And with the knowlage of her husband's studies, she concived to to live again, a different life, one free from the screams in the night.

And so the woman dissapeared. With the magic her husband has worked upon, she gave herself a new body and locked her memories so far down that they're never resurface, and attempted to give herself and new, clean soul.

Her name was Marran Dragonsbane. She was the greatest warrior the Earth had ever seen. A most brilllient milliary general, a most skilled warrior, and a most driven woman, she was only the best.

She was no more.

In her new life, she would have no memory of the man she's loved so deeply, of the child she'd lost, and of the lives she's taken. She would only be, yours truly, Leda Swiftwind.

Character and such(C) myself