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Maiden Ciara Gael of Merridell
(KEER-uh GAYL)

Hello, my name is Ciara. How are you, guest? I'm doing lovely, thank you.
Anyway, welcome to my meagre little notebook. I hope it doesn't bore you.
Before you read it, though, I'd like for you to learn a few things about me so it's easily understood. (Please note this is my roleplay character's page.) After that, you can explore my history, my lifestyle, and why I left the castle forever all because of a lowly peasant.~

Full Name: Ciara Gael Adair (First name, "dark-haired Irish maid"; last name, "The ford of the oaks")
Date of Birth: April 22
Birthplace: Unknown
Human Age: 15
Fur Color: Snow white
Hair Color: Coal black
Markings: Black spots on eyes, ears, and paws
Eye Color: Amber
Accessories: A simple, dented copper locket
Weapons: Sling and a short silver sword

Dear Journal:

Have you ever lost someone you never had in the first place? Like you see an outfit in a store window, and it's the last one. Then it turns out to be the wrong size. Or, if you're like me, and you don't much care for shopping, and you meet someone you think could change your life forever. Then, in the blink of an eye, they're swept away with the tides of fate.

He was amazing. Long, white fur, with a prominent splash of shimmering gold on his throat. His ocean eyes could see right through you, could invade your mind so you couldn't ever get them out. He slouched, so that you would never be able to tell he was tall. He didn't like to stand out. He didn't like to be noticed at all, come to think of it. His name was Cathal.

Ciara, why do you hate being with your parents?" he would ask me often. My reply was always the same: "Because then I can't be with you." You see, Cathal and I were always the best of friends. We shared everything in common - our dislike of rainy days, a special soft spot for the youngest Neopets, and a partiality to honey and fresh fruit. We wouldn't trade the world for a good romp over the hills every now and then, and our favorite secret was that we slipped food and money to little children that we found wandering in search of nourishment. Without anyone knowing, of course. Everything was great between us. There was just one problem. I was a princess, and Cathal was nothing more than the son of the local blacksmith.

More to come!

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