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Hello! I'm...
she/her
23 years old
I began role-playing in like~ 2012 in a Warrior Cats forum. I RPed consistently there for a few years before playing cats lost me, and I moved on to... not RP for several years, continually joining forums followed by never getting into the swing of things. And here I am!
🦋 Lu 🦋
she/her
23 years old
I began role-playing in like~ 2012 in a Warrior Cats forum. I RPed consistently there for a few years before playing cats lost me, and I moved on to... not RP for several years, continually joining forums followed by never getting into the swing of things. And here I am!
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Anathema Dunn
Time: Early Morning, Location: Communal Hotspring
Anathema stopped a short ways from the stranger. Because of the darkness and distance, she hadn't noticed the woman's tall, rabbit-like ears. 'A blightborn... she realized. Her eyes grew large and her mouth turned into a small 'o'.
There had always been rumors, stories filtered through many mouths with some truth but often as much exaggeration, which had made their way to her ears; however the someone was the first blightborn she had met. The stories would advise her to run, blightborn could--in the rumors would--devour her blood, energy, or something. A part of her nearly retraced a couple of her previous steps as though increasing the distance between them a small margin would offer her any enhanced safety. The curiosity which had driven Anathema so far from her home in the first place threatened to push her into this someone's personal space, to examine closer than is polite, and to ask approximately one-hundred-and-two questions of varying intimacy. Decorum kept her from launching her invasion. She stayed put.
The homesick knot in her throat was untied by the inquisitivity that filled her with excitement and nervous energy, sending her rocking from side to side. 'Doctor...Céline...also new in town.'
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Céline. " a small smile lit her face, "I am just arriving myself. The stage-driver was a rather gruff man who wouldn't take me any nearer town, though I suppose I ought to be grateful he'd taken me as far as he did. I wasn't paying attention on my walk to town and ended up here."
She patted her journal in her pocket, an absentminded, habitual action. While it did not yet contain any significant information, only that which most knew about the blight, miasma, and blightborn, Anathema was fiercely and anxiously protective of the coded book. It's contents would prove heretical if ever deciphered by the deeply religious, like much of Aurelia, like her parents. Anathema would be working at the Academy in Dawnhaven, when she eventually got there. Moving to Dawnhaven was, despite nearing the end of her twenties, the first thing Anathema had done in direct and open opposition of her traditional and religious parents. It was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling. It was comforting to be reminded that the journal was safely tucked in the cotton world of her dress pocket.
"Perhaps we can find another who would be kind enough to perform introductions? she chuckled, "Though, I'll be spending another moment here. I'm not quite ready to brave the cold again." Anathema had never experienced the cold before, having never left the Aurelian capital before leaving for Dawnhaven, so snow was entirely new to her and she had yet to become a fan of it, and loath to leave the hot and humid heaven of the hotspring so soon.
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Céline @SkeankySnack
Davvie awoke in the grey of dawn. She dressed, detangled her hair using her fingers, and then hurried above deck. Salty seaspray greeted her as she breached the surface. The sun was cresting the horizon, casting the sails in golden light, an eastern wind drove them away from the rising sun. She surveyed the water stretching out in every direction.
A small collection of ships bobbed in the middle distance. Beyond the horizon, lay a bustling port metropolis. The ships in the distance sailed onward towards that horizon with the port city, likely laden with goods. These ships were not Miss Fortune's target, currently. For their mark, they were to bypass the port city, round the coast, and descend into labyrinthine sea caves. A stolen map showed where a cache was said to be hidden in the maze. However, Davvie eyed the bobbing ships; curious what they may hold in their bellies. Taking one certainly held promise for an interesting afternoon. Her fingers twitched in anticipation.
A large smile split Davvie's face, and she called to Miss Fortune's crew, "Shall we take one?"
A small collection of ships bobbed in the middle distance. Beyond the horizon, lay a bustling port metropolis. The ships in the distance sailed onward towards that horizon with the port city, likely laden with goods. These ships were not Miss Fortune's target, currently. For their mark, they were to bypass the port city, round the coast, and descend into labyrinthine sea caves. A stolen map showed where a cache was said to be hidden in the maze. However, Davvie eyed the bobbing ships; curious what they may hold in their bellies. Taking one certainly held promise for an interesting afternoon. Her fingers twitched in anticipation.
A large smile split Davvie's face, and she called to Miss Fortune's crew, "Shall we take one?"
The Pirates of Miss Fortune
Sailing across the seas, Miss Fortune and her pirate crew will search for adventure, gold, and their personal treasures in sea caves, coastal towns, and underwater cities.
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