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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Feb 8, 2015 23:13:10 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"] "i wanted to know if surviving populations exist." she grinds the back of her teeth. "unless you mean to tell me that i have been cheated." the sword is still in her possession. sophia does't care if she's the only one left in the world. what she can't stand is no answer at all. CERUL D'AMORE (feel free to make up whatever. at least one is still alive tho) LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass]
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Monster
FEYFOLK
108 years old
fortune teller
played by chesh
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they say you can't judge a book by it's cover but i'm pretty sure that's only if you plan to read it
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Post by CERUL D'AMORE on Feb 10, 2015 12:05:37 GMT
you're the magician's assistant in their dreams She was almost as melodramatic as he was, he noted with a smirk, biting his tongue and nodding along. A customer was a customer, after all, though he really wished she would drop the sword. While he wasn't worried about being hurt physically his pride could still be wounded, and a small girl pointing a bladed weapon at him every time he said something she didn't like was a blow to it. "Right, right, my genuine apologies, miss draugr," He put a little too much emphasis on the accent he applied to her species' names, rolling it between his teeth. "If you'll give me a moment and not stab me while I'm reading between fate's lines, I'd appreciate it."So he leaned back on his makeshift seat, eyes falling shut and tendrils of magic springing into existence around him. They faded and solidified concurrently, colors from every spectrum making sporadic appearances. His human shell had stopped breathing, instead the mouth just hanging open soundlessly while patterns and glyphs of various timeless origins flickered to and fro over his pale skin. In the span of a split second, a minute or so after he had first gone into his trance, everything snapped away. The colors and tendrils and letters-- everything disappeared as if it was never there at all. A long, low sigh finally left the dazed fey before he stood up, stretched, and shook himself off. "Three. There are three of your kind left, and that includes you. I cannot confirm blood ties, though I regret to inform you that if you information is true at least one of your family members is gone." He felt like she might already be aware of that, though, considering how she's alone out here and fighting for her life on what appears to be a consistent basis. "You can trace them to two places. One appears to spend a lot of time in and around a particular desert, as the strings of its fate lie across the sands and its scent is rather overpowering the same. The other... well... hmmn... I presume--- ah..." There was a tilt to his head, eyes seeming to lose their focus for a few seconds. "I don't think you'll have much trouble finding that one if you follow the path you're heading towards. I do hope it's a happy reunion!"
"I assume that will be all, miss. We've both gotten what we came for and I feel as if I learned more than I was hoping to. This won't be the last time we meet, however, so don't fret."
SOPHIA ROSENBURG (i-i hope i did good? ; x ; )
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Feb 15, 2015 1:38:11 GMT
[attr="class","reptile"] for about half a second before he finishes, sophia's resolve shakes. maybe she doesn't want to know. maybe she is better off living in uncertainty. how ironic it is that she wavers, but he doesn't. sophia blinks. all of this is absurd. she has no cause to believe in seers. she has no reason to believe in him. but she wants to. she wants reason to hope that she does not wander these lands alone, even if they never meet. she looks to the darkened sky. whomever you are, eat well, never trust charity, and stay off the beaten path. her thoughts are like a prayer. also like a prayer, she might never know if there will be an answer. the hollowness in her chest does not lessen any, but neither does it build upon itself. maybe that's enough. maybe that's the best that she will ever have. she sheathes the sword in the ruined scabbard. a second meeting? "spare me." are sophia's last words before she walks on, blood glimmering off her newly acquired treasure. like everything else that she touches. CERUL D'AMORE end? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.reptile:first-letter]font-size: 22px; float:left; background:#4D4D4D; padding: 5px 10px; line-height: 22px; margin-right:5px; color:#DFD9D9; font-family: consolas; border-right: solid 3px #F6F6F6;[/newclass]
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