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Ruin Me UNFINISHED So carve me up
Rend me
Leave me bleeding
Leave me there
Just LEAVE

Ruin me
I'm tired
Of doing that
Just ruin me
I've had enough
Of hurting myself

Peace of mind
An illusion
Carve out my heart
And throw it away
Don't need it
Don't want it
CharHistory - Ash Tempestblade Asharnar Tempestblade grew up in a small tribal community of elves in the Tempest
Forests. Sandwiched in the narrow space between two mountain ranges, the Tempest Forests were prone to wild storms. The tribal elves lived in makeshift camps of semipermanent huts designed to withstand the lesser storms, but to also be easily uprooted and moved out of the path of the most destructive tempests.

Considered grossly uncivilised by the other races, the elves of the Tempest Forests
were highly cultured people; devoting their days to hunting, making leathers, singing, dancing, and martial arts. Their lives, however, were relatively simplistic ; rare
A Poem The light
It always fades to grey
Like a winter sun
Warmth so far away

Through the dark clouds of my life
I know light burns far away
The warm rays reaching through
Dazzling my tear-filled eyes

There is a world of rainbows
If only I knew how to break out
This cage of aching fear
It has an open door.
Whispers I see your eyes
Flat and lacking depth
Lacking life
I can't see you
Behind them

Whisper to me
Your name
Whisper to me
Words of truth
The truths that will dispel
These shadows of dreaming
These illusions of longing

Shapeless fantasies
Of half-remembered places
Of a face I never knew
Haunt these waking moments

Whisper to me
Your name
Whisper to me
Words of truth
Tell me who you are
And dispel this dreaming
These illusions of longing

Fantasties so kind
And fantasties so cruel
Fill the void behind your eyes
And I never knew
You

Whisper to me
Your name
Whisper to me
Words of truth
Truths that will belie
And dispel

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GAME SYSTEM: Vampire: Requiem
SETTING: alternate Canada
TIME PERIOD: October 2008
GM: Jono & Dusk

STYLE: short story
WRITTEN: 21/5/2008

This one's been through quite a few incarnations. I set up this DA profile solely to show off the character history for this character, but I never finished, and am not prepared to post it.

Strong Language warning: there's no "drug" or "supernatural" references options and we want to, y'know... protect the innocents 'n' stuff... right?
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RP Story - Memories Part I by ~theGhostWolfe
CharHistory - Ash Tempestblade Asharnar Tempestblade grew up in a small tribal community of elves in the Tempest
Forests. Sandwiched in the narrow space between two mountain ranges, the Tempest Forests were prone to wild storms. The tribal elves lived in makeshift camps of semipermanent huts designed to withstand the lesser storms, but to also be easily uprooted and moved out of the path of the most destructive tempests.

Considered grossly uncivilised by the other races, the elves of the Tempest Forests
were highly cultured people; devoting their days to hunting, making leathers, singing, dancing, and martial arts. Their lives, however, were relatively simplistic ; rareCharHistory - Ash Tempestblade by ~theGhostWolfe
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BRITISH-CONTROLLED IRELAND
THE TIME OF THE DRUIDS…

A child wanders in the forests.  Dappled sunlight plays on the soft moss under her bare feet.  The animals do not react to her presence; they have seen her here many times before and they are no longer scared of the little girl.  It grows late.  The child is lost.  She is not afraid, the forest paths can be deceptive, she CharHistory - Ta by ~theGhostWolfe
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