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Irisity
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Doing stuff today, sorry if i dont post a lot!
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Hi, I'm Mattie, but I go by Iris or Irisity on here.
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
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@hoppiholla391 I also feel like Amelia would call her "Miss Lily" and when she heard the older kids calling her a whore she never understood what it meant so she might ask her sometimes
@hoppiholla391 Yes!! I love that idea
Name: Amelia Tywin
Abstract: The little girl with hunger for a new horizon.
Detail: Amelia, a street rat of only 11 years old, wants to leave this town. Despite being a homeless child, regular sleeping on the benches and in the trees of Daton Park, she was treated fairly well by the street vendors, and would attract lots of sympathy, causing many people to give her free food and charitable donations she would always spend on candy. But her feet and mind have become too calloused for this town. She bought a new pair of shoes and headed towards the gates, patiently awaiting for the doors to open once she heard about the request for travellers.
How much do you post?
Once a day.
Choose one:
Sword
Shield
Bandage
Seed
Crown
Wand
Book
Dragons or kittens? (If I had to itd be dragons)
Name a vegetable.
Carrot
Once a day.
Choose one:
Sword
Shield
Bandage
Seed
Crown
Wand
Book
Dragons or kittens? (If I had to itd be dragons)
Name a vegetable.
Carrot
@c3p-0h I think Amelia and Meryn could know each other. Maybe she would give her scraps a few times a month
Do you guys have any hints to give on what the missions mentioned in the OOC are going to be?
I'm using so much dog imagery but I don't care I love it
"What the fuck are you talking about?" a voice bombed. Georgia nearly jumped from her skin. "This station fell out the fucking sky, crashed into wherever we are, an you think they'll come an get us soon? Nah, they'd have been here already, if they're coming at all."
But no, no, if they didn't come, then who was out there at all? Was there any civilized form of government coming? You don't swipe the hand that feeds and protects you, even if they locked you up in an icebox floating in space for over a century.
Georgia stared at the newcomer, particularly at his tattoos. Growing up in the slums meant Georgia saw a lot of sick and disturbing ink in disturbing places, but this guy, this guy was raw. It was the only word she could think of to describe his posture, his tats, his face. They were obviously tribal tattoos, as he was obviously a tribal man, with his tan skin and burly shoulders and a bitch face that could even take on Georgia's (though her face had slowly turned into a resting-depressed face over the last years of her "free" life). He stat fear into her. She noted the pipe in his hand and her muscles clenched, her gut whispering, flee, flee. But he was like a dog. He would chase her if she ran and dominate her easily. He wasn't human. He wasn't an animal. He was a beast. A primal, hulking beast with no room for civilized discussion in his mind. Beast need to be watched. Beast need to be chained. Beast need to be tamed.
Georgia would keep her eye on him for sure.
Two more convicts revealed themselves; two old men, one with a familiar and bloody face, while the other reminded Georgia of a mischievous librarian. The healer pulled the bloody faced man and started patching him up after the first injured man announced himself to be Joe. The healer claimed herself to be Elmina before setting out orders to get into control center. While she was shit with computers, or anything involving advanced education, she wanted to get away from the beastly man. "I'll help carry stuff back down," she stepped up and offered. She silently noted the beast moving off slightly, but not out of eyesight. She wondered where she could get some chains.
But no, no, if they didn't come, then who was out there at all? Was there any civilized form of government coming? You don't swipe the hand that feeds and protects you, even if they locked you up in an icebox floating in space for over a century.
Georgia stared at the newcomer, particularly at his tattoos. Growing up in the slums meant Georgia saw a lot of sick and disturbing ink in disturbing places, but this guy, this guy was raw. It was the only word she could think of to describe his posture, his tats, his face. They were obviously tribal tattoos, as he was obviously a tribal man, with his tan skin and burly shoulders and a bitch face that could even take on Georgia's (though her face had slowly turned into a resting-depressed face over the last years of her "free" life). He stat fear into her. She noted the pipe in his hand and her muscles clenched, her gut whispering, flee, flee. But he was like a dog. He would chase her if she ran and dominate her easily. He wasn't human. He wasn't an animal. He was a beast. A primal, hulking beast with no room for civilized discussion in his mind. Beast need to be watched. Beast need to be chained. Beast need to be tamed.
Georgia would keep her eye on him for sure.
Two more convicts revealed themselves; two old men, one with a familiar and bloody face, while the other reminded Georgia of a mischievous librarian. The healer pulled the bloody faced man and started patching him up after the first injured man announced himself to be Joe. The healer claimed herself to be Elmina before setting out orders to get into control center. While she was shit with computers, or anything involving advanced education, she wanted to get away from the beastly man. "I'll help carry stuff back down," she stepped up and offered. She silently noted the beast moving off slightly, but not out of eyesight. She wondered where she could get some chains.
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