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<Snipped quote by Leonerdo> Meet the bae.
This is my boytoy
<Snipped quote by Maxx> There is a @Dragonbud watching us whom I don't know wants the same or not.
sup im maxx's friend master
Finally getting around to making the relationship section. I'm mostly sticking to characters that have directly interacted with Belle
<Snipped quote by BlackSam3091> I laugh at your post. Because I'm having fun, ha ha ha!
GASP! I'm calling the fun police!
Also I think this rp could benefit from something I've seen used in other Rps. Sorta like a relationship section were you out what your character thinks of other characters
The rest of the evening and well into the night hadn't gone very well for Belle. She felt sick and achey and scratchy all over. No matter what she did she couldn't settle down. She considered going out to the common room, maybe to find someone to talk to. But decided against this. Her pride felt dented by her earlier outburst.Even after changing into pajamas and tucking herself into bed she still felt wound up. Belle knew she was tired, but yet couldn't find rest. She could still feel her animalistic side gnawing at her thoughts. Belle squeezed her eyes shut. She knew this was all a side effect of her powers, and eventually she would fall asleep. And she did. The sound of the morning alarm going off felt like hammers on her ears. Belle growled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Today was going to be a long day. She was informed about training by a passing member of the outsiders. Belle was surprised to hear she was invited along. She changed into clothing that she found suitable, minus footwear, for training and shuffled her way to the training room. The interior of the training room was so carefully crafted. Belle felt another pang of guilt. Fenrir must have worked really hard on this room. He must be working really hard to take care of this team, and Belle had already messed so much up. She stood silently in the room, a clear difference from her normally bubbly attitude.
I might attempt to pull together a quick post, just to get belle to training. But I feel sorta stuck writing wise. An attempt will be made.
Name: Olivia “Ollie” Bentham Age: Thirteen Height: She stands just under five feet off the ground. Build: Thin and small framed. Hair: Messy and Wiry hair. Messily chopped short. Facial Hair:None to be found. Eyes: Dark Brown, both still intact. Apparel: Ollie is outfitted with poor mans clothing. A cheap cloth shirt and pants and completely lacks footwear. She wears a locket around her neck. Gear: Weapons: Keeps a dagger in her trouser pocket. Rank:Cabin boy girl. Ship: Faction: Unaffiliated but with an extreme disliking for the Navy. Background: Ollie was born to a pirate father and a mother who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time during a raid. She was told that the 'father-daughter' bond took place as soon as she was born, and he stuck around to raise her. That was until the Navy caught up and he was executed. After the death of her father Ollie ran away from home, not wanting to follow in her mothers footsteps and become a tailor. She wandered the streets, looking for her place in the world. Her first goal, sneak onto an airship.
I've been busy as well, and also lacking ideas for a post. I might just have Belle sit in her room, forcing someone to have a heart-to-heart with her
Interested! I have a character I've been dying to use.
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