CleverFox@LadyRunic oh... should I not make her then? I don't want to mess anything up.
Belle
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searching for my Beast
STATUS: To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back. 7 yrs ago
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To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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7 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
7 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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7 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
8 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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lol I'll work on her CS when I get home from work tonight
May attempt to add a child character because I really want to see how Yin will interact with her... I anticipate cute moments "Doggy!" "I'm a fox" "Fluffy doggy!!" -__-
@LovelyAnastasia No it's just a random person
Posted! Hope it was okay! Thinking of adding my other character (little girl). She wouldn't be much use except as maybe a pet for Yygdrasil
Elsa stood among a group of other humans. None she recognized. Both me and women, varying ages but all with one thing in common : beauty. Each had something about them that was different and pleasing to the eyes.
She had given up trying to figure out what kind of drug induced coma she had landed in. If and when she woke up though she was going to find out who spiked her drink and kill them. It had probably been that creepy guy who had turned to nasty insults when she had refused his sad attempts at flirting. Unlike her friend Colleen, she didn't jump into bed for one night stands. Elsa had been labeled a 'frigid bitch' by most of the players at the bar she and her friends ended up in every Saturday night.
But... she hadn't been at the club... that's right, she had been at the music hall after hours, playing her favorite Yiruma piece when...
She couldn't remember what happened after that.
The next thing she recalled was coming to in this trippy Game of Thrones-esque backdrop with the Lord of the Rings rejects.
Of course she kept all of these thoughts to herself. Her face was as passive as ever, taking everything in and observing. Panicking would solve nothing, anger would get her no where and tears were useless.
A he/she spoke, saying something about them being sold. There was also something about a collection. A girl beside her was blubbering and was hanging on to Elsa's arm like Elsa was a lifeline. Elsa didn't acknowledge the woman, keeping her focus on those before them who now had control of their lives.
One male in particular gave her the creeps, most likely because he asked to be part of 'forcing' the humans to do something. And the gleam in his eyes told Elsa she was not going to like whatever it was.
What exactly did they expect from her? She was a pianist, a musician. What use could she be?
A human male spoke up and Elsa shook her head. There was an idiot in every bunch. She had the strong feeling that hers people were the "do not speak unless spoken to" types. Like her foster mother had been.
Elsa closed her eyes and let the view in front of her fade away. She turned to the one thing that had always gotten her through anything : music.
Unconsciously she began humming under her breath, her fingers working like she was touching the keys of a piano. Yiruma' River Flows in You played through her mind. It had been the piece she had been playing when everything had gone fuzzy.
No, wait... before that... she'd started to sing... that's right... she had sung her own lyrics to the music, saying how she wished to be somewhere far away, a place where she could forget...
Dear God... what had she done?
She had given up trying to figure out what kind of drug induced coma she had landed in. If and when she woke up though she was going to find out who spiked her drink and kill them. It had probably been that creepy guy who had turned to nasty insults when she had refused his sad attempts at flirting. Unlike her friend Colleen, she didn't jump into bed for one night stands. Elsa had been labeled a 'frigid bitch' by most of the players at the bar she and her friends ended up in every Saturday night.
But... she hadn't been at the club... that's right, she had been at the music hall after hours, playing her favorite Yiruma piece when...
She couldn't remember what happened after that.
The next thing she recalled was coming to in this trippy Game of Thrones-esque backdrop with the Lord of the Rings rejects.
Of course she kept all of these thoughts to herself. Her face was as passive as ever, taking everything in and observing. Panicking would solve nothing, anger would get her no where and tears were useless.
A he/she spoke, saying something about them being sold. There was also something about a collection. A girl beside her was blubbering and was hanging on to Elsa's arm like Elsa was a lifeline. Elsa didn't acknowledge the woman, keeping her focus on those before them who now had control of their lives.
One male in particular gave her the creeps, most likely because he asked to be part of 'forcing' the humans to do something. And the gleam in his eyes told Elsa she was not going to like whatever it was.
What exactly did they expect from her? She was a pianist, a musician. What use could she be?
A human male spoke up and Elsa shook her head. There was an idiot in every bunch. She had the strong feeling that hers people were the "do not speak unless spoken to" types. Like her foster mother had been.
Elsa closed her eyes and let the view in front of her fade away. She turned to the one thing that had always gotten her through anything : music.
Unconsciously she began humming under her breath, her fingers working like she was touching the keys of a piano. Yiruma' River Flows in You played through her mind. It had been the piece she had been playing when everything had gone fuzzy.
No, wait... before that... she'd started to sing... that's right... she had sung her own lyrics to the music, saying how she wished to be somewhere far away, a place where she could forget...
Dear God... what had she done?
I couldn't post tonight cuz I had to help my mom with my grandmother but I will post tomorrow
Just waiting for Lady Runic to approve my character
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