@AndreyichYou can make a character however you wish. From whatever timeframe you wish... technically. In terms of Krsnik Hunters, the original person could theoretically have all of their memories replaced with the ancestor/or other spirit. One of my characters has issues due to inconsistent memories with two different relatives from different time periods.
I'm trying to keep this as open as possible. 'Cause WHY NOT HAVE FUN YAKNO?
She awoke to bright sunlight, so painfully bright that she had to block it, pitifully, with an ebon hand. Perhaps her eyes were so sensitive from her unhealthy gaming schedule and also her countless hours spent in s—
Hold up.
She examined her hand, a shade of deep black. That was not her hand.
Cesira's thoughts raced, synapses firing, trying to make sense of the senseless. Events did not add up. Where was she last? ...An internet cafe, the staff glared at her because she only ordered water—it wasn't her fault that everything the cafe served was overpriced! More besides, Cesira's friend texted her, inviting her over. That girl always had the best food. Thus, she was going to finalize her character, order another glass of water out of spite—and promptly put it in a termos for the trek.
Not the point. Get back on target.
She must've accidentally started Chronicles of Eden—totally needed a better name—as logic would dictate. Now what was her friend's name going to be again...? Something from a fairytale, that a silly girl would like... Ah. Snow White. Cesira chucked, for the name fit the girl in question wonderfully.
Was Cesira... no. Looking above her, she noted the name: Frau S.
Looking around her, there weren't so many players nearby yet. The town looked fairly standard, but she was expecting as much from a starting area. If only she remembered how to bring up the menu... As she wandered, some players seemed to be panicking, for whatever reason. The dark elf shook her head, assuming that the players were new to VRs in general. She kept her expression stoic, wanting to give off an air of confidence, and observed those around her, hoping to find Snow White.
She needed to find a way to /tell. Perhaps she could make her floating name disappear? Prima le cose più importanti!
If she were lucky, all races and classes started in the same n00b area. Running slender fingers through her long silvery-white hair, she walked casually, slowly, deliberately clicking her heels upon the stone path of the humble town.
Because really, what was the worst that could happen? Frau S gave a wry smile.
@medalliah Ended up changing more than I expected. I think it's a little bit better as well.
Age: She doesn't give a straight answer, varies between 22-32 generally.
Sex: Female
Theme:
Dynamic explosions in my brain Shattered me to drops of rain Falling from a yellow sky Orange faces to an opened eye
Stop me, hold me back as I jerk Stop me, voices from all those at work
Lips don't want to criticize, you know Eyes can never tell you lies It's the words
Take that fire burning my brain Let me love it higher
Why is it so cold out here, so cold Let me in The price of your entry is sin Go away then return Know which face you have to turn Eyes are glaring, voice's flaring
Caught up deep inside in my brain Take my love and turn it to pain Take my heart and tear it apart Gonna burn in hard desire
Background: Cesira claims to have been in college to be an astronaut—among other occupations of varying ridiculousness. However one time, she answered quite seriously:
"Oh. I'm really pretty normal, you know? It's just so much fun to pretend to be someone else—escapism, ho!—But really. Everything changed when the fire nation attacked..."
Dynamic explosions in my brain Shattered me to drops of rain Falling from a yellow sky Orange faces to an opened eye
Stop me, hold me back as I jerk Stop me, voices from all those at work
Lips don't want to criticize, you know Eyes can never tell you lies It's the words
Take that fire burning my brain Let me love it higher
Why is it so cold out here, so cold Let me in The price of your entry is sin Go away then return Know which face you have to turn Eyes are glaring, voice's flaring
Caught up deep inside in my brain Take my love and turn it to pain Take my heart and tear it apart Gonna burn in hard desire
Background: Cesira claims to have been in college to be an astronaut—among other occupations of varying ridiculousness. However one time, she answered quite seriously:
"Oh. I'm really pretty normal, you know? It's just so much fun to pretend to be someone else—escapism, ho!—But really. Everything changed when the fire nation attacked..."
The Sodie Pop[list]
[*]likes high fantasy.
[*]likes D&D and Pathfinder.
[*]totally rolls some dice.
[*]plays MTG.
[*]is older than some yet younger than others.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The Sodie Pop<ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>likes high fantasy.</li><li>likes D&D and Pathfinder.</li><li>totally rolls some dice.</li><li>plays MTG.</li><li>is older than some yet younger than others.</li></ul></div>