Name:
Powerslave
Level: 50
Realm Rank: 11L2 (Lady)
Race: Briton Sex: Female
Class: Wizard
Backstory: Tucked tightly away far in the frontiers is a settlement of Ravenclan Giants. They
held a very unique look and style. One day on the coldest of winter a beautiful baby was born. The
mother was unwed and had tried to hide the pregnancy. There was something different about this
baby, she didn't resemble the others at all. The purest white face, glistening golden hair and
vibrant blue eyes set her apart. The others began talking about this baby and how she couldn't be
full of their decent and started making fun of her as most do to those that they feel threatened
by. The mother was advised to get the baby out of the village before something bad happened to
her. Crying all the way, the young mother traveled to Camelot where she had conceived this baby
and left her at the door of the Mage Shop where she knew she would be taken care of. The owners of
the Mage Shop
were a middle aged couple that had never been able to have children of their own. They felt this
baby was a blessing sent from above. As the years passed it seemed she was going to be much taller
than the rest of the people in Camelot. She didn't have alot of close friends because she was
"different". Her radiant beauty along with her long slender physique intimidated even
the proudest of young men. She loved her parents and they loved her but she knew that her racial
decent was seemingly causing problems for them in Camelot. She had learned the skill of
Spellcrafting and knew that she could make it on her own just fine. After talking to several
people she had befriended in Camelot she set out to open her own Spellcrafting shop on the other
side of town. Business was slow in the beginning but word of her tradeskills traveled fast and she
became one of the most respected Spellcrafters in Camelot. Even with business going well
Powerslave became weary of the long hours and constant orders. One evening just as she was about
to close down her shop, she heard a knock on her door. She glanced out the crack she made and told
the man she was closed for the evening to return in the morning. The customers new she was the one
they needed to do their work for them and took a room at the inn and waited for morning. At sun up
the 4 customers were standing outside waiting on her shop to open. Powerslave let them in and the
customers introduced themselves and began placing a very large order. She told the customers to
return the next day and she would have the order completed for them. Upon opening the store the
following day she sat the 4 orders out one by one with their names on each. Scyros, Fendeilah,
Jaywizzy and Toastd. (Story continued with Stormraage's
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Name:
Powerslave
were a middle aged couple that had never been able to have children of their own. They felt this
baby was a blessing sent from above. As the years passed it seemed she was going to be much taller
than the rest of the people in Camelot. She didn't have alot of close friends because she was
"different". Her radiant beauty along with her long slender physique intimidated even
the proudest of young men. She loved her parents and they loved her but she knew that her racial
decent was seemingly causing problems for them in Camelot. She had learned the skill of
Spellcrafting and knew that she could make it on her own just fine. After talking to several
people she had befriended in Camelot she set out to open her own Spellcrafting shop on the other
side of town. Business was slow in the beginning but word of her tradeskills traveled fast and she
became one of the most respected Spellcrafters in Camelot. Even with business going well
Powerslave became weary of the long hours and constant orders. One evening just as she was about
to close down her shop, she heard a knock on her door. She glanced out the crack she made and told
the man she was closed for the evening to return in the morning. The customers new she was the one
they needed to do their work for them and took a room at the inn and waited for morning. At sun up
the 4 customers were standing outside waiting on her shop to open. Powerslave let them in and the
customers introduced themselves and began placing a very large order. She told the customers to
return the next day and she would have the order completed for them. Upon opening the store the
following day she sat the 4 orders out one by one with their names on each. Scyros, Fendeilah,
Jaywizzy and Toastd. (Story continued with 
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