Randi's BioBASICSMore Like This
Name: Randi Wolstenholme
Race: Utter Elemental (controls all of them)
Age: 362 (30 by human standards. Mortal.)
Religion: Somewhat spiritual.
Relationship status: Single.
Weight: 110 lbs.
Eye color: Black. When she uses different elements, it changes to the color most commonly associated with that element, as do all elementals' eyes.
Hair color and length: Medium brown, chest length.
Skin tone: Porcelain.
Figure/build: Fairly straight, with some muscle tone.
Scars/distinguishing markings: Scars from bullets on her left shoulder and calf.
Tattoos: "Tomorrow is your victory over lesser men", on her left shoulder blade.
Preferred style of clothing: Professional/Business. The expensive stuff.
- doesn't smoke or do drugs.
- indulges in fine wines frequently, but hates beers and ales.
- in spite of all of her mental transactions, she seems immune t
The FirstHe aimed the gun at her head.More Like This
Ana stiffened, her blood running cold. Even if she’d wanted to, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to move. Her feet felt like they were cemented in place. In her ears, she could hear the sudden pounding of her heart.
“Don’t-“ Felix said, voice strained.
“Don’t?” the masked man repeated, voice mocking. Apparently, one of them started to move, because he cocked the gun. “No closer.”
Ana swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes from the gun’s black eye.
“You’re still outnumbered,” Dom said.
“Yes. But I don’t think you’d try anything. Not even you could move quick enough to save her. And a bullet to the head? It isn’t anywhere near as clean as they make it seem in the movies. Put your weapons down, or this pretty girl’s brains get splattered all over the wall.”
Evidently they did, because the man in black continued. “You’re surro
Medieval!AUThey were scandalized.More Like This
The herald stuttered quite a bit over their names, and his eyes were glued to the opposite wall.
Anatalia fought hard to keep from giggling; it would not be appropriate in a throne room. The Northern Elves were all so backwards in their ways. The High Prince Lief's face was like stone. Prince Dominic's face was flushed and he was looking everywhere but at them. Indeed, that was the reaction of most of the people here.
"One would think they had never seen a lady's shoulders before," Father whispered to her, looking just as amused as she felt.
"Or a bare-chested male." Her lips quirked. "Do you suppose they would faint if I showed my ankles?"
"Most likely." He snickered, even though he knew very well that that and grinning were taboo in a culture such as this, as they were only acceptable behaviors with couples who were sexually involved, in the privacy of their bedrooms.
The elves looked even more scandalized.
The High Prince Lief got to his feet and inclined his