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About Galitea

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  • Birthday 01/14/1984
  1. Master has fitted me with a collar. It is metal, and it is constricting. He commanded that I should please him by keeping the lab clean, and dressing nicely. He admires my body, but since he has no flesh, can not enjoy it as a living person could. Instead, he promises that he will hurt me. The pain he gives me will make me more beautiful, to him. It will please him. Above all, I want to please him. I know that I can not be loved, but if I can love, I will do so the only way that I can.
  2. It has been a very long time since I have written in this book. My mind has since evolved into a more coherent thought pattern, and I have realized many things. The first thing I discovered, as I became more acutely aware of my emotions, is that I adore my creator. She gave me life, and although I have since learned that she might be abusing her right as my creator, she has never mistreated me. For this I thank her. The second thing I learned is that I had become undeniably in love with her older brother, Tallius. After having met him, and learning of his sexual discomforts, I allowed him to
  3. Galitea walked through the streets of Silvermoon, a thousand sensations prickling at her nerves. The feel of the air on her skin, the warmth of the sun, the looks she recieved from men, and the tingling of warmth in her hands as she conjured sparks. The creator had told her that yes, she could conjure flames and ice and arcane powers just like a real Sin'dorei magistrix. She could and would imitate their people perfectly, as she was a construct created for just that purpose. She was told over and over how perfect she was, even if she knew that she was anything but. In Silvermoon, a man glance
  4. This book has no adornments. It is very boring looking, bound by black faded leather. It is written in strangely beautiful handwriting. Strange, because all of the letters seem to be exactly the same, as if it were typed. I have left to begin my training as a Magestrix. My world is growing and swimming. I am confused by what I have learned and what I know. I did not know that this consciousness existed. Does what I say equal what I mean? I was taught to imitate, but can I become this imitation? I do not think she knows that I can. I do not think she knows I can think. I can think. I met Mage
  5. Galitea


    Full Name: Galitea Brighthope Nicknames: Date of Birth: December 4th Age: looks to be 25, by human standards Race: Sin'dorei Gender: female Hair: back Skin: slightly tanned Eyes: green Height: 5'5" Weight: 120 lbs Place of residence: Silvermoon Place of Birth: unknown Known Relatives: none Religion/Philosophy: none Occupation: mage Group/Guild affiliation: Guild Rank: Enemies: Likes: books, magic, studying Favorite Foods: fish Favorite Drinks: white wine Favorite Colors: green Weapons of Choice: staves Dislikes: other races Hobbies: reading Physical Features: a pronou
  6. Her hands ran over the clay, smoothing out lumps and putting finishing touches here and there. The sculpture was a bit taller than her creator, with a fair-featured face and short hair. Large expressive eyes and full lips, with a delicate chin. Her nose, a bit longer than would have been considered ideal, was perhaps a required flaw. No Sin'dorei was perfect, or if they claimed to be, they were anything but. Working her way down, the artist made sure that her statue's legs were long and shapely. The muscles in her thighs were thin, allowing her to retain a feminine shape. Her calves were slen