#marrah

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No running away from Marrah - Redux Color - Download

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Well this is going to be fun...

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Character Info

Name:  Marrah Kilns     Gender: Female  Sexual Orientation:  Lesbian  Age: 16 years old  Class/Status: Dryad- Meliai (dryad of ash trees)  Physical Description:  Marrah is tall and skinny. She blends in easily in any situation. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. Her beauty is considered ethereal. Quirks: She refuses to hurt anything or anyone…sometimes this results in her getting hurt. She may  have a damsel in distress quality to her. Always knows the direction she is traveling in. Has several parts of his or her body that are double jointed and bend or flex in an unnatural or uncanny manner. Morality: She is often desribed as sweet. Though when animals or the forest are threatened she is not afraid to be mean. She won’t defend herself but she will defend others. Personality Strengths/Weaknesses: She is sweet. She is very intelligent and knows everything about the forest. She doesn’t listen to people much…as a result she gets in trouble in class often. Some would say she has selective mutism. Skills: She has the ability to transform into a tree then back into her nymph form. Will live for a very long time. They punish anyone that harms a tree. She is allusive and alluring. Her hair can changes with the seasons.   Education: Attending school for paranormal…to feel normal  Likes/Dislikes:  She likes to garden (I wonder why). She sings fairly often but doesn’t let other know openly that she does. She likes to study.

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Horizon personnel - L'Antre de Glace

L'Antre de Glace est la demeure de Marrah la sorcière. Il s'agit d'un personnage très secret qui n'apparaît pas souvent mais intervient régulièrement dans le monde. Son refuge est un édifice construit directement sous la glace, sous la forme d'un dédale de couloirs et de salles. L'entrée de ce château reste inconnue, certains disent d'ailleurs qu'il n'y a tout simplement pas d'entrée. En effet le seul moyen de localiser l'Antre de Marrah la sorcière est de chercher l'Aurore Boréale qui flotte au dessus en permanence. Nullement naturelle, cette Aurore est en réalité un puissant sortilège qu'un sorcier lança sur Marrah pour la retenir prisonnière de la glace éternelle.

Ne pouvant conjurer le sort lancé contre elle, l'Antre de Glace est aussi bien sa prison que sa demeure. Redoutable sorcière au cœur gelé, Marrah, la sorcière qui ne dort jamais hante ces lieux où la lumière de l'Aurore filtre au travers des parois de glace. Elle arrive néanmoins à quitter sa geôle par moments, mais jamais sous sa forme physique. Elle doit pour cela mobiliser ses forces et littéralement sortir de son corps pour évoluer au dehors.

En outre, sa réclusion lui aura permis de développer ce don qu'elle utilisera pour attirer ces proies dans l'enceinte de sa demeure, dont personne n'est jamais sorti.

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Hands touch

It wasn’t like Sarah to procrastinate this much, especially when it came to her duties as an RA. Usually she was the one who had the nametags on her doors done the instant she got a list of everyone who would be living on her floor.  Now here she was, two weeks before they would all move in, and she hadn’t made any of her signature posters for the floor.  They were filled with lots of useful information, like how to properly study, how to attend classes while keeping care of yourself, and things of that nature.  The posterboard was safely stored at her dorm.  All she needed now was the paint to make the signs.

Sarah eased her car into a spot next to the strip mall outside of New Haven.  There was an art supply store there that was sure to hold the supplies necessary.  She’d asked around town a little bit and found out that not only did they have a wide selection, but they were decently priced.  It was good for her, since she did have a supply budget.  After making sure it was locked, Sarah walked into the store.  She smiled to herself at the little bell that signaled her entrance.  Not many stores had something like that nowadays, so it caused some amusement to her.

  Sarah decided to start her adventure with getting brushes.  Not really sure which ones to use, Sarah simply grabbed what looked good and decided to look for the actual paint.  Once she located the paints, Sarah realized that she was a little in over her head.  There were at least twenty different kinds of paint, all which seemed to have a different purpose to them.  Some seemed to be used on canvases, while others didn’t appear to have a clear cut medium.

  After deliberating for five minutes on what to do, Sarah huffed and looked around.  She spotted a man standing not too far away who had paint splattered clothing and wearing what looked to be an employee apron.  “Excuse me!”  The man turned around, looking confused.  Sarah gave a little wave with her hand.  “Do you work here?  Can you help me?”

  The guy, whose nametag said he was called Marcus, walked over and wiped his hands on his pants.  “Um, sure.  What do you need?”

  “I need to make some posters for my floor and I need some paint.  I just don’t know what kind of paint.  And there’s like a bazillion here.  I need something that will work on posterboard.”

  Marcus studied her for a moment.  He hadn’t seen anyone come into the store acting so flustered before.  Truth be told, it was kind of cute, which added to the fact that he thought she was rather cute herself.  He shook his head a little to bring himself out of the slight daze.  “Pretty much anything that’s acrylic will work.  However, I recommend that brand.”  He pointed towards a small group in the corner.  “The colors are really vibrant and the paint goes on smooth.  You won’t really get any clumps, which is a typical problem with acrylics.”  Wow.  That was the most he’d ever said to anyone in a really long time.  Especially about paint.

  Sarah smiled widely.  “Thank you so much!  I would have been so lost.  You’re a life saver…”  She quickly scanned his nametag and totally not noticing that he looked to be rather fit.  “Marcus.”

  While Sarah started to pick up some paint, choosing colors that really stood out, Marcus couldn’t help but notice the brushes in her hand.  “Um, are you planning on using those?”

  Sarah glanced down at the brushes in her hand.  “Yes.  Why?  Is that a problem?”  She frowned and bit her lower lip.

  Marcus chuckled.  “Unless you want really thick letters, yeah.  Here.  I’ll put those back and get you something you can use.”

  He reached out to take the brushes from her hand and managed to brush his hand against hers.  Both of them looked down at it, but neither chose to acknowledge it.  Marcus quickly turned and went back to get the right brushes while Sarah busied herself with picking out a variety of colors.  She noticed that it felt unusually warm in the store, but then realized that it was simply because she was blushing of all things.  Sarah shook the thought away from her head.

  Marcus returned shortly, carrying a small package in his hand.  “I wasn’t sure exactly what you needed them for, so I got you a variety pack.  These with that paint…”  He scratched the back of his hand.  “Well, you’ll be sure to make something great.”

  Sarah took the brushes from him, taking note not to touch his hand again.  “Thanks.  You really know your stuff.”

  Marcus opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but closed it again almost immediately.  Instead he shrugged.  “Working at an art store.  You learn some stuff.”

  “Good.  I’m probably going to be here a lot this school year and my knowledge on art supplies is very small.  I could use someone who knows what they’re doing.”  Sarah smiled and started to walk towards the checkout line towards the front of the store.  Marcus gave a small smile and put his hands in his pockets.  He felt a little upset, which was dumb.  He decided to let it go and started to rearrange the display to cover up the holes made by the blonde’s purchase.  He’d just picked up a tube when he heard her voice again.  “Sarah.”  He turned and looked at her.  “My name is Sarah.”  He smiled and waved a little before getting back to work.  Sarah continued walking back towards the checkout.  She was glad she decided to work up the courage to tell Marcus her name.  And she made a mental note to stop by the store more often.  After all, she did have a supply budget.  Might as well put it to good use.