A Bright Presence Fills The Room...
...and as you walk inside, you see a young woman. She is perched in a window seat, long, curly dark brown hair tumbling down her back as she hunches over the book she's reading. After a moment she looks up, and smiles when she sees you.
"Ah, good morrow, stranger," she says, her green eyes sparkling with interest. She stands, and offers to shake your hand. "I am the Whimsicalyst, twister of tales and dreamer of dreams. You've come here to find out a little about me, have you not?"
She returns to the window seat, and pats the spot beside her on the cushion, indicating you should sit. "I'm just about twenty summers old, and I live...probably a fair distance from you. I've played a few games in time, Dungeons and Dragons (1.0 and 3.5) and Pathfinder. Though, my main outlet for creativity has been text based one-on-one roleplay, without a specific game system." She sighs, looking out the window as if she can look back on past tales by doing so. "I've been at that since I was thirteen..."
"But enough about me!" she says, smiling at you and nudging your side with her elbow. "What about you? Tell me who you are, and what you do. Maybe we could become friends."
"Ah, good morrow, stranger," she says, her green eyes sparkling with interest. She stands, and offers to shake your hand. "I am the Whimsicalyst, twister of tales and dreamer of dreams. You've come here to find out a little about me, have you not?"
She returns to the window seat, and pats the spot beside her on the cushion, indicating you should sit. "I'm just about twenty summers old, and I live...probably a fair distance from you. I've played a few games in time, Dungeons and Dragons (1.0 and 3.5) and Pathfinder. Though, my main outlet for creativity has been text based one-on-one roleplay, without a specific game system." She sighs, looking out the window as if she can look back on past tales by doing so. "I've been at that since I was thirteen..."
"But enough about me!" she says, smiling at you and nudging your side with her elbow. "What about you? Tell me who you are, and what you do. Maybe we could become friends."