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Iris
Nov 3, 2005 13:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Health on Nov 3, 2005 13:50:00 GMT -5
Her face gives the idea that she should carry around a harp and halo. Sweet talking, quiet, Iris, all she carries is a craft bag and a creative look on her powers.
Though she'd always had a knack for needleworks. When her powers emerged she gracefully melted into them. A normally calm child the death of her grandmother cause her powers to burst charging the thread on her body and ripping apart the small house she shared with her grandmother.
Iris had no choice but hitchhike her way north to place that would take her in. Along the way she had many men that wanted a piece of this blond beauty. This brought out the tough side of Iris, and also gave her the chance to improve on her fighting abilities. She waitressed for a while until she had earned enough money for a bus ticket, and she arrived at Xavier's.
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Iris
Nov 4, 2005 15:44:30 GMT -5
Post by Health on Nov 4, 2005 15:44:30 GMT -5
www.deviantart.com/deviation/22234287/"Faces have a tendencies to leave my mind when I meet someone. I've grown the habit of studying their clothing when they talk to me. That way they talk, I listen, and I don't have to put in my two sense. My grandmother never liked being around people that much. The occasional hunter or wood-cutter would visit and that would be all the guests we'd get. One time we did have a man come to our cabin asking for a night of rest. That man, I've never knew his name, we never asked, and he never gave it. But I was drawn to his dark eyes and hair. He was impressed by my needlework and watched me for hours trying to learn himself. I had affection for him, but the crush of a sixteen year old girl is not something to take seriously. The man left about a week later, good thing to because Grandmother was getting antsy. He left in the middle of the night, never to return. Later when I walked to town I saw a picture for sale in a gallery. It was of a beautiful blond girl, doing needle work. The face was painted so carefully, the painter must have spent hours looking at the subjects face."
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