.... ooc name: Pinn
.... current characters: Vanadis and Hazelnut
.... how you found us: Fate
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue, please.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
His forehead pressed against her, finally, sending a wave of butterflies fluttering through her stomach. She leaned into his touch, savoring it. But Vanadis kept speaking, kept babbling word after word, and he was gone. The spot where he had been felt far colder than it should have. Her gaze swept to him, watching as his demeanor changed, as his body shifted.
Pale ears flattened as he repeated her words back to her. "You could have." This was the reaction she'd been expecting. He was not wrong. She had been a coward, too afraid of braving the wilds alone, too afraid of running into them, too afraid of this exact moment to make the journey once her body had healed.
Viorel continued, his words lashing out like acid on her skin. Everything he thought, everything he felt, he did not hold back. One bomb after another. She'd missed it all. Shock, disbelief, anger, there was too much to feel. A broken sob bubbled up from her throat. Gone. How could they be gone? What did that even mean? And Archer.. Eros.. it was too much.
She felt so small, so stupid. Her fear had kept her away and they had all suffered for it. Alone. She was pathetic.
Vanadis did not speak until he was done, could not have even if she'd wanted to. "She.. Sephrina..." the name felt forbidden on her tongue, like she was underserving of forming the syllables it took. "What?" Her voice was small, broken. The others were gone, but she was dead. The daughter she'd never really known, gone. She'd missed her chance.
and finally a bit about your character.... Here to stir up a little chaos!
.... current characters: Vanadis and Hazelnut
.... how you found us: Fate
.... your character's initial fight stats: Rogue, please.
....a role play sample (200+ words):
His forehead pressed against her, finally, sending a wave of butterflies fluttering through her stomach. She leaned into his touch, savoring it. But Vanadis kept speaking, kept babbling word after word, and he was gone. The spot where he had been felt far colder than it should have. Her gaze swept to him, watching as his demeanor changed, as his body shifted.
Pale ears flattened as he repeated her words back to her. "You could have." This was the reaction she'd been expecting. He was not wrong. She had been a coward, too afraid of braving the wilds alone, too afraid of running into them, too afraid of this exact moment to make the journey once her body had healed.
Viorel continued, his words lashing out like acid on her skin. Everything he thought, everything he felt, he did not hold back. One bomb after another. She'd missed it all. Shock, disbelief, anger, there was too much to feel. A broken sob bubbled up from her throat. Gone. How could they be gone? What did that even mean? And Archer.. Eros.. it was too much.
She felt so small, so stupid. Her fear had kept her away and they had all suffered for it. Alone. She was pathetic.
Vanadis did not speak until he was done, could not have even if she'd wanted to. "She.. Sephrina..." the name felt forbidden on her tongue, like she was underserving of forming the syllables it took. "What?" Her voice was small, broken. The others were gone, but she was dead. The daughter she'd never really known, gone. She'd missed her chance.
and finally a bit about your character.... Here to stir up a little chaos!
