Kazuha
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In her room, Meliope heard the faint laughter of her mother sound through the house. With a shake of her head and a grin on her face, the teen waved the pigeon goodbye. It took off with a treat in its beak. As she opened the letter and read through it a bright smile bloomed on her lips. Who knew her great grandpa was this old already? The promise of a birthday party with many new people filled the girl with excitement. Her room full of plant may have looked at her weird as she began jumping around on the floor, flapping her hands. A gift is needed for such an occasion. And Meliope already had many, many ideas. She immediately prepared her space and got to work.
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I (the mother) have a gogle doc ready with lots of information on the little baby should someone want it. She will presumably have very little interaction with her father. Lolsies -
"It Was My Choice To Die; Mine Aloneβ [PK]
Kazuha replied to Beenchen's topic in Character Graveyard
Paper crumpled under the woman's grasp. As tight and unrelenting as the gaze she directed only downward. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes. The letter shook, though it was her hands that trembled with emotion no one watching her could place. Anyone setting their eyes upon the newly made mother would assume it to be grief; sadness and disbelief at the tragic news. --β€-- Her thoughts raced. An eternity of silence stretched on so long it wouldn't have been a surprise had the brunette been turned to stone. A droplet of blood hit the paper, now riddled with creases. In her stillness, her teeth had drawn blood from her lip. The metallic taste an all too familiar comfort. She watched as the liquid was absorbed and expanded in size, bleeding into the fibres as if it were a spiders web. In the same manner questions spread and planted themselves into her head. Questions that demanded answers. Who was responsible for her beloved sisters death? Her gaze hardened with anger and determination. She'd get answers. And nothing was below her to get them. Not anymore. -
Happy late birthday!! What was the most memorable thing a character of yours did, whether it be just personally memorable or for a lot of people. Do you plan on taking a break from/ quitting lotc altogether anytime soon? If so why or why not?
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, βWhat brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your faceββAh, itβs you. Iβve been expecting you. Sit,β she gestures at a cushion, βTell me your story.β Ivory stepped inside the tent, scanning the interior for any threat before her eyes landed on the old hag. Her words made the hair on Ivory's neck stand up. A heavy feeling settles in her gut, as if she had met the hag once before. Perhaps that's why this town smelled almost comfortingly familiar. "Me?", the brunette began, taking a few steps closer to the hag but refusing to take the seat she had been offered. "Why should I tell you anything? I don't know you." Ivory's voice was low, cautious. The hag chuckled in response. It sounded amused, and Ivory tensed, feeling as if the old hag was mocking her. "Oh dear, it seems neither of you is able to remember. I once took you and your beloved sister in. Although I was met with ungratefulness and suspicion." Her voice darkened for a split second before a sweet-almost too sweet-smile settled on the hag's lips again. "But that is to be expected after such... tragic accident." Ivory's heart skipped a beat, dread settling in her gut. "What? What is that supposed to mean? How do you know that? And what do you know about my sister? Where is she?", the brunette questioned, clenching her fists while taking another step toward the hag. "So many questions." The hag shook her head and continued. "And I might only answer one of them. Your sister's whereabouts... I will tell you what I know. But only after you've told me your story." Ivory contemplated just running out of the tent. The hag seemed to know much more than she was letting on and it unsettled Ivory immensely. But she needed that information. Her dear sister could be anywhere and in danger. She sighed. "Fine."
