name:  Meeshka

status:  warrior

sex:  Feemale

species:  Gargoyle

age:  26

height:  5'1

weight:  122

clothes:  cut off top with a loin-cloth type skirt down to my ankles

jewelry:  one gold arm bandon my right wrist and one gold hoop earring

personality:  Normally warm and caring, but I get a  really bad attitude when I am provoked.

appearance:  Red skin, darker colered wing membrains,wavy blond hair, ice blue eyes

marital status:  single

likes:  a good clean fight, an honorable warrior

dislikes:  A low down warrior who cheats to get his/her way

hobbies:  playing the flute, taking a midnight swim in a pond to relax

Most likely to be doing on a Saturday night:  sparring with an adult, or haning around in the rookery playing with the kids

favorite pastime:  reading

weapon:  Sword carried on my back

non-magical abilities:  Speed,agility, and stragedy

magical abilities:  none

orgin:  unknown

history: I don't know exactly when or where I was hatched. Ever since I can remember, I've been alone. I've never belonged to a clan. I was raised in the highlands of Scottland by a Scottish army general. He and I were the best of friends. Unfortunately, he died in a war and once again, I was left alone. As I got older, I began sharpening my skills to become a warrior just like my late guardian. I challanged every soldier I came across to gain experience. I eventually joined an army led by a man named Andrew Eventually I became his most trusted warrior. But then I met his resident female gargoyle commander. Her name
was Demona. At first I thought that she was trying to help me become stronger. But one night she told me to go out to the front and wait for her and the rest of the army there. So I went out. But no one came. Suddenly I was being ambushed
by enemy soldiers from every side. I tried to take them, but I!  was knocked unconcious and taken to their camp. I was held captive by The enemy's General. He wanted to use me as a weapon against my own army. Fortunately, I was able to break the chains of my cage and escape. The General followed me with his troops. I made it to a harbor and onto the docks.I managed
to climb aboard the ship before it cast off, but one of the soldiers managed to shoot me in the wing. But I got away. I stowed away in the cargo hold for the entire voyage. Many days and nights passed which gave my wing time to heal. After almost a month I ended up in an American port. I knew I had to find sanctuary somewhere. I heard that there were several clans up in New York. So I went and Somehow I found my way here.

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