Feral

Becoming a God

^{❝ A daily dose of dreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination. ❞}



๖ۣۜNᴀᴍᴇ:
Narcissa Amara

๖ۣۜAɢᴇ:
Nineteen

๖ۣۜDᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ Gᴏᴅ/Gᴏᴅᴅᴇss:
The Goddess of Sleep and Dreams

๖ۣۜSʏᴍʙᴏʟ:

๖ۣۜAɴɪᴍᴀʟ:
Sheep

๖ۣۜFᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs:
Those who suffer from nightmares, insomniac tendencies and sleep deprivation.

Becoming a God

@KatherinWinter I'm interested in joining, but I first I have one question: Can my characters desired God/Godess be the deity of sleep and dreams? Or would you consider them two separate things?

On the Streets

@LiegeLord You're free to join us if you like? I just introduced my character. ^_^

On the Streets

@Always@KatherinWinter

In a neighbouring alleyway, amongst an accumulation of discarded debris, lay a young female. Like some sort of animal, she had found sanctuary within the four walls of a cardboard box that had since accomplished its purpose of protecting her from the heavy rainfall the night before. It's paper-thin remains were all that prevailed, and now she sought some sort of protection for tonight's predicted heavy forecast, and hopefully something to keep her stomach from consuming itself in the process. It didn't take long, however, until she came across an altercation between to other females. Pulling her khaki parka closer to her form, she had hoped to swiftly pass the pair without interrupting, but alas her curiosity had gotten the better of her. "Woah... A fight? In the middle of the day as well!" The young female soon found herself in the midst of it all when she unintentionally blurted out her inner thoughts.

On the Streets

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Alexis “Alex” Crowley

Aɢᴇ: Seventeen

Sᴋɪʟʟs:
▸ Starting fires
▸ Foraging / Dumpster-diving
▸ Hitch-hiking
▸ Weapon improvisation
▸ Streetsmarts

Bɪᴏ: Although Alex appears quite the lone wolf nowadays, that was not always the case. Before her life on the streets, she lived with her eight siblings, along with her parents, out of a little campervan on the outskirts of town. Her family were born survivors, they had to be, as they had little income, despite her parents working long shifts, and sometimes even long nights.

After a hard day’s work, her parents never failed to bring home food and a warm smile, but the food was never enough, and their smiles were not enough to disguise their worn and tired faces. Most evenings her parents didn’t even eat. In the night, Alex could hear them muttering to each other, talking about what life could have been like for the couple when their marriage was fresh and their lives were still full of possibilities.

Overweighed with guilt after countless nights hearing her parents quiet suffering through paper thin walls, she thought the best solution was to run away. It was the only plausible way to fully rid her parents of the responsibility she brought, and as a Crowley, she knew, and they knew, she’d make it fine on her own.

Alex now survives through dumpster-diving, earning her the nickname “Trash” or “Raccoon” among fellow homeless people.

On the Streets

@KatherinWinter Yep, we're on the same page! And thanks for accepting me, I'll try and post as soon as possible. Is it okay if my character joins you and @Always?

On the Streets

@KatherinWinter Sorry to bother you again, but am I accepted?

Soul Eater

@KatherinWinter Mind if I join?

On the Streets

@KatherinWinter Sorry, I forgot to explain. Weapon improvisation means she can make a weapon out of an ordinary object that wasn't originally designed to be a weapon. For example, a metal pole or a fork even.

If you want, I can remove it? :)

On the Streets

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Alexis “Alex” Crowley

Aɢᴇ: Seventeen

Sᴋɪʟʟs:
▸ Starting fires
▸ Foraging / Dumpster-diving
▸ Hitch-hiking
▸ Weapon improvisation
▸ Streetsmarts

Bɪᴏ: Although Alex appears quite the lone wolf nowadays, that was not always the case. Before her life on the streets, she lived with her eight siblings, along with her parents, out of a little campervan on the outskirts of town. Her family were born survivors, they had to be, as they had little income, despite her parents working long shifts, and sometimes even long nights.

After a hard day’s work, her parents never failed to bring home food and a warm smile, but the food was never enough, and their smiles were not enough to disguise their worn and tired faces. Most evenings her parents didn’t even eat. In the night, Alex could hear them muttering to each other, talking about what life could have been like for the couple when their marriage was fresh and their lives were still full of possibilities.

Overweighed with guilt after countless nights hearing her parents quiet suffering through paper thin walls, she thought the best solution was to run away. It was the only plausible way to fully rid her parents of the responsibility she brought, and as a Crowley, she knew, and they knew, she’d make it fine on her own.

Alex now survives through dumpster-diving, earning her the nickname “Trash” or “Raccoon” among fellow homeless people.