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6 yrs ago
Current I have friends over this weekend so expect slow replies until Monday!
6 yrs ago
I have been resurrected!
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9 yrs ago
I have decided today that I am a potato.
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I'm a twenty eight year old American girl who loves a good cupcake!

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Lilith set the table precisely, straightening out a dinner fork that was slightly askew. The last few rays of the sun filtered through the window, illuminating the small but smartly decorated dining room in the pale evening light. The heavy oak door creaked as it swung open, making the red haired girl spin around to see Atlas stomp the dirt off his boots, grey hair a mess from the harsh winter winds. "Welcome home father," she greeted with a smile, crossing the room to help him with his coat.

"Thank you, Lily my girl," he returned cordially, shrugging out of his jacket before immediately going to the dining room to inspect the table. The older man reached a hand out to run blunt fingers over the petal of a daphne flower that was arranged artfully in a vase, giving a hum of appreciation before sitting down at the head of the table. "Very good. You may sit."

"Thank you, father," she murmured softly, taking the seat to the left of Atlas. The freckled girl sat with her hands folded together and blue eyes downcast as she waited for him to try the food. He speared a piece of roasted goose breast and shoveled a chunk of it into his mouth with little ceremony.

"Delicious as always," he smacked loudly and Lilith relaxed visibly, reaching for her own fork and beginning to eat. "The Duke of Edessa asked for your hand in marriage," Atlas started conversationally, flicking his eyes up to look at her.

"Did he?" She answered, one corner of her mouth twitching up into a small smile. Her father did this a few times a month, telling her about all the different suitors that had asked after her and the reasons he'd turned them down. Lilith thought it was quite silly, but she played along anyways. "And what excuse did you have to refuse him?"

"I didn't give him one." Lilith had been reaching for a dinner roll but stopped just short, blinking and trying to figure out if she'd heard him correctly. Atlas took this opportunity to swat her hand away from the bread basket, giving her a pointed look. "You shouldn't eat those," her father scolded, adding, "They're bad for your figure. We can't have you getting fat before your wedding day. "

"Oh, you agreed," Lilith clarified, sitting back and bringing her hands back into her lap and clenching her apron. "Do you know what his mark is?"

"It's a mourning dove with a blue ribbon clutched in it's talons. Dreadfully effeminate thing, right on the back of his hand," he said dismissively, wiping at his beard with a napkin.

"So, not my soulmate then," Lilith answered, raising her head and looking up to meet him straight on for the first time all night. "Don't you think we should atleast look for him f--,"

"That's enough, Lilith," Atlas said lowly, his voice full of warning. "No one ever finds their match mark, you know that."

"Don't you think I should at least try though?" She pressed, her voice rising a little. "You've got such a large network of people that you do business with, I'm sure if we asked them to keep a look--"

"Enough." her father growled, throwing his napkin over his half eaten plate and pushing his chair away from the table in disgust. "Your filthy outburst has put me off my dinner. Do your chores and go up to your room. Don't eat anything else. Do you understand?"

"Yes father."

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Later that night, after Lilith had gone up the stairs to her room in the attic, she lit a candle and carried it over to the window, running a hand down her simple white nightgown before sitting in the window seat. "I'm going to be married in the spring," she whispered, tracing a finger over the match mark on her wrist. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to find you."

"We might not be together, but I'll never not be thinking of you," the ginger said fondly, like she was talking to an old friend and not an empty room. "I'll keep the candle in the window for you, just like always. Be careful, fox," Lilith finished, setting the candle gently down in the window sill before getting up and crawling into her bed. Snuggled under a patchwork quilt here mother had made her, Lilith closed her eyes and tried her best to go to sleep.
[@Dynamo Fokane] Good to have you back boss, we missed you! :D

(Shou usually slept...well...you know)
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*Everyone Shou fan girl gets an unexpected nose bleed*
Cool! I'll work up something.
Oh my goodness, I love Sam so much! I already feel bad for him.

I think both of them are perfect. How do you think we should start? I sort of like the idea of just starting right before he tries to kill her. Would you like me to make the first post?


Name: Atlas Fairbanks
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 225 ibs
Ability: None
Proffession: Owns multiple businesses and houses that he rents outs for very high prices.

Personality: Atlas is a smooth talker who can con people into almost anything. He sees others as objects and is constantly scheming on how to use them to make more money.

Bio: While passing through the small fishing village of Semarta on the eastern shore, Atlas sweet talked a naive seamstress named Elora Ashgrave into bed with him. Ten months later he received a letter informing him of the birth of his bastard daughter. Atlas was completely disinterested in the child, seeing it as a huge money pit.

He continued on this way until one night when he was playing cards with a group of local lords, who were lamenting about the poor selection of eligible young women available for marriage, one young man even saying he would be willing to pay his own weight in gold for a young lady of quality. Suddenly seeing his daughter as a potential goldmine, he set out to find her.

It was remarkably easy to convince Elora to hand her over custody of Lilith, simply pretending that he felt guilt at abandoning them and wanted to make it up to them. Lilith herself was a little harder to manipulate, but once he began to feign love for her, she became more docile.

As the girl grew older she became graceful and beautiful, with a few lords taking interest in her as young as her fourteenth birthday. The business man bided his time though, until the Duke of Edessa made a bid so outrageously high that Atlas would have been a fool not to take it.

Extras: His match mark is a chipped wine goblet on the back of his right knee, but it is faded and scared over, meaning his soulmate is dead.
@BeastofDestiny I know and I'll be waiting not so patiently. :P Besides, I was busy today, so I wouldn't have been able to reply to a post any way.
@Daxam I said in an earlier post the flower shop would be open till two, but I might have her close up early and swing by. I know Beast, Amity, and the boss had something planned out, but I'm getting lonely!
Sorry, I had a busy day in rl. I'll be lurking tomorrow, but there isn't a lot I can have Nori do, since she's at the flower shop by herself right now.
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