A Re-Introduction of Sorts
Typist: Alright. As everyone knows, I was around when DF-Gen2 first started, and then I began to get lost, and then I disappeared completely, along with my puppets. I admit that this is totally all fault on my part, and I'd like to apologize to all typists and puppets that were caught up with mine. However, I realize that at the point I got with my puppets, I can't really just pick up with them, being both lost in the plots and totally disliking the pups they became, especially Náriel. Now, I'm sort of starting over.
This is Nár, yes, but I'm reseting her to where she does not know anyone in DF-Gen2, besides from her boyfriend, Raoul (saint_raoul). This is sort of for my state of mind, so please forgive me. Her personality's probably a bit different from what you remember, for the same reason. Please don't kill me.
Náriel enters, walking with that sort of confident grace that is made to hide bouts of extreme nervousness. She wears soft boots with no heels, but still manages to tower at a slender six-four. She gives a brief smile, one finger twining around a strand of thick red hair, before she remembers her manners and slips her hands behind her, squaring her shoulders.
Greetings. I am Náriel Rainafinwen, daughter of Fëanáro. Another smile works its way onto her face. I hope it is alright if I join you here.