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Sucked into another world, I found myself reincarnated in the body of a damn elf princess who's only ability is to be pretty and play that whatever it's called banjo instrument.
Sure, I'm pretty, but my lack of physical endurance makes me poor in defence and in attacks. But I can hold up my own... with my banjo and a frying pan and by throwing rocks.
I would say this body sucks ass, but I have to admit that having charm, finesse and being a femme fatal (cuz I do intend to play with my sexual feminity since it seems to be the only thing in my favor) is kind of cool. My boobs seem to be bigger too. *pokes them*
Contrary to the elven princess, I don't have much patience. I anger fast, have a foul language and am a accute drama queen. I whine a lot and want to go back home. But maybe the princess can teach me a new side of myself?
Anyway, I don't know my name just yet, or my complete story. But all I know, is that my soul was transfered into this princess' body so I would protect her. What I have that she doesn't: determination and guts. Her soul protected by mine, I'll make sure she gets her people back together and with the help of the new friends I've made, kick the self-proclaimed king's ugly butt and restore peace to the world of Moresia.
This is me, in Irene's body:
Also, being an elf sucks. A lot.
True Princess Irene's story.
Age: 23
Physical attributes: Brown hair and blue eyes. 34C. 5'7''. 130 pounds.
Personality: Sweet, soft, polite, generous, kind, caring and innocent. She is against violence of all sorts and is very loved by her people. She is subject to be influenced by the people she trusts. She is full of wisdom and is a general peacemaker. Irene has always been a dreamer, kind of a loner in her quiet time, when not surrounded by her maids or her education teacher. She greatly admires her father, the king of Morrowind, kingdom of elves. And she is deeply in love with her fiancé, Gabriel.
Story: The world of Moresia has been struggling with a new enemy for quite some time. That enemy, now proclaimed and known as king Hubert, a bitter blood and power thirsty old man.She has been praying day and night for a miracle (BOOM BABY HERE I AM - half jk). But her prayers were answered. She would have backup, sent by the gamemaster - but of course she doesnt know about this gamemaster for her it's her rl.
Her thoughts about me: She thinks I'm funny, yet that I can be scary. She doesn't approve of my foul language and the way I adress my friends, often as lackeys at my service. But deep down she knows I care. She also feels sorry she gave me a sexy powerless body that can't even hold a long sword properly and that has zero dexterity in fighting. Oh but she can play the lute and flute very well to cheer others and she knows I think it's lame. She used to sing well before I came along. I sing like a foot in water. Oh but together, we dislike gnomes. Her; by principle. She think they are not to be trusted and that they stink. Me, because I think they're small, ugly and garden gnomes scare the shit out of me.
Irene and I exchange thoughts when needed. Since I occupy her body, she often feels the need to guide me so i dont get get out of line and that I respect what is rightfully hers.
Sure, I'm pretty, but my lack of physical endurance makes me poor in defence and in attacks. But I can hold up my own... with my banjo and a frying pan and by throwing rocks.
I would say this body sucks ass, but I have to admit that having charm, finesse and being a femme fatal (cuz I do intend to play with my sexual feminity since it seems to be the only thing in my favor) is kind of cool. My boobs seem to be bigger too. *pokes them*
Contrary to the elven princess, I don't have much patience. I anger fast, have a foul language and am a accute drama queen. I whine a lot and want to go back home. But maybe the princess can teach me a new side of myself?
Anyway, I don't know my name just yet, or my complete story. But all I know, is that my soul was transfered into this princess' body so I would protect her. What I have that she doesn't: determination and guts. Her soul protected by mine, I'll make sure she gets her people back together and with the help of the new friends I've made, kick the self-proclaimed king's ugly butt and restore peace to the world of Moresia.
This is me, in Irene's body:
Also, being an elf sucks. A lot.
True Princess Irene's story.
Age: 23
Physical attributes: Brown hair and blue eyes. 34C. 5'7''. 130 pounds.
Personality: Sweet, soft, polite, generous, kind, caring and innocent. She is against violence of all sorts and is very loved by her people. She is subject to be influenced by the people she trusts. She is full of wisdom and is a general peacemaker. Irene has always been a dreamer, kind of a loner in her quiet time, when not surrounded by her maids or her education teacher. She greatly admires her father, the king of Morrowind, kingdom of elves. And she is deeply in love with her fiancé, Gabriel.
Story: The world of Moresia has been struggling with a new enemy for quite some time. That enemy, now proclaimed and known as king Hubert, a bitter blood and power thirsty old man.She has been praying day and night for a miracle (BOOM BABY HERE I AM - half jk). But her prayers were answered. She would have backup, sent by the gamemaster - but of course she doesnt know about this gamemaster for her it's her rl.
Her thoughts about me: She thinks I'm funny, yet that I can be scary. She doesn't approve of my foul language and the way I adress my friends, often as lackeys at my service. But deep down she knows I care. She also feels sorry she gave me a sexy powerless body that can't even hold a long sword properly and that has zero dexterity in fighting. Oh but she can play the lute and flute very well to cheer others and she knows I think it's lame. She used to sing well before I came along. I sing like a foot in water. Oh but together, we dislike gnomes. Her; by principle. She think they are not to be trusted and that they stink. Me, because I think they're small, ugly and garden gnomes scare the shit out of me.
Irene and I exchange thoughts when needed. Since I occupy her body, she often feels the need to guide me so i dont get get out of line and that I respect what is rightfully hers.
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