@Twhirtley I'm sorry it took ages and three different characters to finally become official.
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Remember where you got your faith. Cling to it.
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Although, don't have your mind so open that your brains fall out.
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If you must have a loud voice, have a loud mind. If you must have a loud mind, open it.
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Why not show the world all the positive things about your life instead of dwelling on the negative?
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Name: Vera Persephone Woods
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthday: 38 Crimsia, 277 DM
Birthplace: Green Fall
Resides in: Stone Crest
Occupation: Apprentice blacksmith to her father, Draenik Woods.
Appearance:
Vera has long, wavy brown hair that rests a few inches below her shoulders. She is not thin nor lanky, but has a full figure and visible muscles. She stands at approximately 5’8” tall. Her eyes are a sharp, cold blue, and her skin a lightly tanned color. She tends to sport loose-fitting garments in the warm months, specifically sleeveless shirts and knee-length shorts. In the winter, she wears tighter and longer, more covering clothes.
Personality:
Being an outgoing and social person, Vera is considered a chatterbox. Unfortunately, this causes her to spew words from her mouth without thinking about their meanings most of the time. She tends to leave the past in the past, yet dwell too much on the future. She is somewhat clumsy and often forgetful, but doesn’t let this get in the way of her work. People who associate with Vera would describe her as odd, but fun and very kind.
History:
Vera was born to Draenik and Alanna Woods. At the time, her father was a lumberjack in Green Fall and her mother was an aspiring herbalist. Her mother’s career never took off, however, for she fell fatally ill when Vera was only six years old. Despite her mother’s personal and best attempts to nurse herself back to health, Alanna Woods passed away when Vera was eight years old.
Shortly after the passing of her mother, Vera and her father moved to Stone Crest. It was there that Draenik picked up blacksmithing, and started a thus-far successful business with his brother, Roddik. They have been residing in Stone Crest since.
At the age of eighteen, Vera’s initial choice was to attempt to become a herbalist as her mother had once dreamed to do. A year later, she dropped this decision and began working as an apprentice for her father and uncle.
During Vermillio in the year 300 DM, Draenik fell ill under the same condition his late wife had. After a week of visits from varying sorts of practitioners of herbalism, Vera became desperate to save her father somehow. As she sat by his bedside in an almost more pathetic mess than he, Draenik took her hand and placed it against his chest. It was then that Vera's healing magic broke through and saved her father's life.
Skills: Blacksmithing (30), Herbalism (20), Socializing (15), Healing (15), Ranged [Longbow] (20), Acting (10)
Possessions:
Quantity | Item | Acquired | Value
5 | Artisan’s Outfit, Blacksmith | Starting | 5GP
1 | Artisan’s Outfit, Herbalism | Starting | 1GP
8 | Peasant’s Outfit | Starting | 8GP
1 | Slingshot | Starting | 1SP
2 | Stone Shot, Sling x10 | Starting | 2SP
1 | Backpack | Starting | 2 GP
Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal
+100gp | Starting Money | 100gp, 0sp, 0cp
Story List:
Date - URL - Characters involved
Mauven 38, 300 DM - The Longest Night - Vera Woods
Most of my recent posts are unedited and not proofread yet. Changes will be made as needed. Keep updated.
Chapter Two
Jenna nodded her head quickly and kept her eyes focused on the beast as she started tip-toeing toward her brother. A loud boom of thunder caused her to jump, startled, but still she moved slowly toward Dillon. She managed to reach him without drawing the attention of the Hell Hound, who seemed to be curiously sniffing Cole.
“Good,” Dillon nodded once Jenna approached him.
“You’re hurt,” she said, voice a whisper. She warily examined the wounds the hound had inflicted upon him. Four deep gashes bled furiously on his side.
“I know,” said Dillon. “That’s why I called you over here.”
Jenna looked at him questioningly, and he continued to say, “Put your hands over the cuts.” She obeyed. “Okay… Think really hard about them healing. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered, holding her shaking hands over them. “Nothing happening!”
“Focus!” he barked.
Her hands shook worse, and she gasped as soft, blue light shone from her palms. Slowly, the wounds began to close, leaving behind four pink scars. Dillon groaned as they healed themselves, and Jenna felt herself becoming drained of energy. She collapsed.
“Rest,” he whispered, hand on her shoulder. Her eyes slipped shut.
The Hell Hound had ceased to sniff Cole and was now resting upon him, curled up comfortably. Its eyes flew open as Dillon approached, and it took a defensive stance over his brother. Cole wriggled around nervously, steadily regaining oxygen from where the hound had practically crushed him.
“I think he’s taken a liking to you,” Dillon snickered.
“Yeah, just get this thing off me!” his brother whimpered.
Dillon had a sudden rush of panic, feeling his heart beating irregular. He took a deep breath and cast his hands in the direction of the beast, purple sparks now flying vigorously from them. Immediately, the Hell Hound howled and disappeared in black smoke.
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Jenna nodded her head quickly and kept her eyes focused on the beast as she started tip-toeing toward her brother. A loud boom of thunder caused her to jump, startled, but still she moved slowly toward Dillon. She managed to reach him without drawing the attention of the Hell Hound, who seemed to be curiously sniffing Cole.
“Good,” Dillon nodded once Jenna approached him.
“You’re hurt,” she said, voice a whisper. She warily examined the wounds the hound had inflicted upon him. Four deep gashes bled furiously on his side.
“I know,” said Dillon. “That’s why I called you over here.”
Jenna looked at him questioningly, and he continued to say, “Put your hands over the cuts.” She obeyed. “Okay… Think really hard about them healing. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered, holding her shaking hands over them. “Nothing happening!”
“Focus!” he barked.
Her hands shook worse, and she gasped as soft, blue light shone from her palms. Slowly, the wounds began to close, leaving behind four pink scars. Dillon groaned as they healed themselves, and Jenna felt herself becoming drained of energy. She collapsed.
“Rest,” he whispered, hand on her shoulder. Her eyes slipped shut.
The Hell Hound had ceased to sniff Cole and was now resting upon him, curled up comfortably. Its eyes flew open as Dillon approached, and it took a defensive stance over his brother. Cole wriggled around nervously, steadily regaining oxygen from where the hound had practically crushed him.
“I think he’s taken a liking to you,” Dillon snickered.
“Yeah, just get this thing off me!” his brother whimpered.
Dillon had a sudden rush of panic, feeling his heart beating irregular. He took a deep breath and cast his hands in the direction of the beast, purple sparks now flying vigorously from them. Immediately, the Hell Hound howled and disappeared in black smoke.
Chapter Two
“You gave them poison,” he said accusingly, backing away from Dillon. “You made them pass out.”
“What?” Dylan shook his head, making an almost disgusting face at his brother. “No. Cole - stop!”
He had turned and begun to run away, feeling like a coward for running from his little brother and leaving his sister behind. As he started to run, he ran into something that caused him to fall backward into the mud. When he looked up, there was nothing, and yet he still felt the sting of being slapped in the face with something sharp. He touched his cheek lightly and withdrew bloody fingertips. Frantic, his eyes searched for his assailant fruitlessly. There was no sound but the rain. He felt wind, as if something had just leaped over him, and turned in time to see Dillon be knocked to the ground by an invisible force.
“For gods sakes!” Dillon yelled, head lifted from the ground as something kept the rest of his body from moving. “Eat this!”
Another plastic package was thrown at Cole, only this time it was a brownie. Quickly and without question, he opened the treat and shoved it into his mouth. Within the minute it took for the attacker to fade into view, Dillon had been flung against a tree and a heavy pressure on his chest suffocated Cole. The monster above him closely resembled a black dog. One of its three heads peered down at Cole, sharp teeth bared, and growling slowly became audible.
“What the-”
“Hell Hound,” said Dillon between gasps of air. He swatted his hand toward the enormous beast, a weak spark of purple light falling from his fingers onto the soggy leaves beside him. He cursed under his breath weakly.
A sharp shriek tore through the air. Cole and Dillon both turned to see Jenna cowering behind the log, staring at the creature with its paw upon Cole’s chest.
“Jenna,” Dillon said, low and calm. “Don’t move or make a sound. Actually, I do want you to move. Come to me. Slowly.”
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“You gave them poison,” he said accusingly, backing away from Dillon. “You made them pass out.”
“What?” Dylan shook his head, making an almost disgusting face at his brother. “No. Cole - stop!”
He had turned and begun to run away, feeling like a coward for running from his little brother and leaving his sister behind. As he started to run, he ran into something that caused him to fall backward into the mud. When he looked up, there was nothing, and yet he still felt the sting of being slapped in the face with something sharp. He touched his cheek lightly and withdrew bloody fingertips. Frantic, his eyes searched for his assailant fruitlessly. There was no sound but the rain. He felt wind, as if something had just leaped over him, and turned in time to see Dillon be knocked to the ground by an invisible force.
“For gods sakes!” Dillon yelled, head lifted from the ground as something kept the rest of his body from moving. “Eat this!”
Another plastic package was thrown at Cole, only this time it was a brownie. Quickly and without question, he opened the treat and shoved it into his mouth. Within the minute it took for the attacker to fade into view, Dillon had been flung against a tree and a heavy pressure on his chest suffocated Cole. The monster above him closely resembled a black dog. One of its three heads peered down at Cole, sharp teeth bared, and growling slowly became audible.
“What the-”
“Hell Hound,” said Dillon between gasps of air. He swatted his hand toward the enormous beast, a weak spark of purple light falling from his fingers onto the soggy leaves beside him. He cursed under his breath weakly.
A sharp shriek tore through the air. Cole and Dillon both turned to see Jenna cowering behind the log, staring at the creature with its paw upon Cole’s chest.
“Jenna,” Dillon said, low and calm. “Don’t move or make a sound. Actually, I do want you to move. Come to me. Slowly.”
Chapter Two
Cole put his hands to either side of his face in frustration. It was beginning to be just another back-and-forth argument that would get them nowhere, and was ultimately leaving their little sister out in the cold and rain in the woods, longer and longer.
“Look,” said Cole after a moment of silence, “You’re the younger one here, okay? And I am technically your parent now. Penny will be just fine; I was taking care of you and myself when I was seven years-”
“Fine,” Dillon interrupted. “Let’s go.”
If he found himself feeling any more surprised, he might just explode, Cole thought. Nonetheless, he trailed after Dillon into the woods. Crickets chirped and frogs croaked, and both brothers were getting pummeled with rain. Dillon maneuvered through the trees skillfully, almost moving faster than Cole could keep up. Cole was broad and bulky, and Dillon was thin and lanky. Having been looking at the ground, Cole bumped into his little brother, who turned around and practically snarled at him.
Jenna was lying across the fallen oak on her belly. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing lightly and rhythmically, obviously deep in the clutches of sleep. Cole bent over and reached down to shake her awake.
“Stop!” Dillon shouted before he could touch her. Cole looked at him incredulously and saw him biting his lip.
“What?”
“Just hold on a second, okay?” he said, crouching beside Jenna. He lay his hands over her head, not quite touching her. Cole watched with a puzzled expression, utterly confused. He wondered if his brother had lost his mind.
Withdrawing his hands, Dillon looked up at Cole and innocently asked, “Did you eat the cinnamon bun?”
With that question, it clicked in Cole’s head. That must have been it. The snacks Dillon brought them must have been what made the girls faint. He was trying to hurt them.
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Cole put his hands to either side of his face in frustration. It was beginning to be just another back-and-forth argument that would get them nowhere, and was ultimately leaving their little sister out in the cold and rain in the woods, longer and longer.
“Look,” said Cole after a moment of silence, “You’re the younger one here, okay? And I am technically your parent now. Penny will be just fine; I was taking care of you and myself when I was seven years-”
“Fine,” Dillon interrupted. “Let’s go.”
If he found himself feeling any more surprised, he might just explode, Cole thought. Nonetheless, he trailed after Dillon into the woods. Crickets chirped and frogs croaked, and both brothers were getting pummeled with rain. Dillon maneuvered through the trees skillfully, almost moving faster than Cole could keep up. Cole was broad and bulky, and Dillon was thin and lanky. Having been looking at the ground, Cole bumped into his little brother, who turned around and practically snarled at him.
Jenna was lying across the fallen oak on her belly. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing lightly and rhythmically, obviously deep in the clutches of sleep. Cole bent over and reached down to shake her awake.
“Stop!” Dillon shouted before he could touch her. Cole looked at him incredulously and saw him biting his lip.
“What?”
“Just hold on a second, okay?” he said, crouching beside Jenna. He lay his hands over her head, not quite touching her. Cole watched with a puzzled expression, utterly confused. He wondered if his brother had lost his mind.
Withdrawing his hands, Dillon looked up at Cole and innocently asked, “Did you eat the cinnamon bun?”
With that question, it clicked in Cole’s head. That must have been it. The snacks Dillon brought them must have been what made the girls faint. He was trying to hurt them.
Chapter Two
As he waited for Jenna to return with their little sister, Cole had picked his textbook back up and was absently flipping through its pages. He sighed, setting it on the kitchen counter, and stared out their front window. Rain had begun to fall lightly, and the clouds made the evening much darker than it should have been. A quiet, distant roll of thunder broke the silence and calmed Cole’s mind, but only until her realized that his sisters were still out in the woods. Again, he sighed. He turned and opened the back door, and was hit with shock when he saw Dillon standing in front of him with Penelope limp in his arms, unconscious. Before the shock wore off, he felt anger toward his brother and, admittedly, a bit of fear.
“What did you do?” he asked, voice low and threatening.
“I didn’t do anything,” said Dillon, forcing himself past Cole to lay Penelope on their couch. “She’s not hurt. She’s just asleep. Jenna’s still in the woods, in a whole bunch of poppy flowers. I’m guessing that’s why they fell asleep - the poppies.”
Cole was doubtful. “Poppies don’t really make you fall asleep,” he said. “That’s just in the stories. A myth.” As he thought, it made less sense. “And they don’t grow in autumn. Do they?”
Dillon put a hand tenderly on Penelope’s forehead before turning to Cole with a stoic expression. “Stranger things have happened in Rockwell. RIght?”
“I’ll go get Jenna,” the other replied, disregarding the statement his brother had made.
“No.”
Having started for the back door again, Cole stopped in his tracks and looked at Dillon. Puzzled, he asked, “Why not?”
“I know where she is,” he argued. “She was with Penny. I’ll go get her.”
“I’m going with you.”
“No,” Dillon was raising his voice. “You have to stay with Penny.”
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As he waited for Jenna to return with their little sister, Cole had picked his textbook back up and was absently flipping through its pages. He sighed, setting it on the kitchen counter, and stared out their front window. Rain had begun to fall lightly, and the clouds made the evening much darker than it should have been. A quiet, distant roll of thunder broke the silence and calmed Cole’s mind, but only until her realized that his sisters were still out in the woods. Again, he sighed. He turned and opened the back door, and was hit with shock when he saw Dillon standing in front of him with Penelope limp in his arms, unconscious. Before the shock wore off, he felt anger toward his brother and, admittedly, a bit of fear.
“What did you do?” he asked, voice low and threatening.
“I didn’t do anything,” said Dillon, forcing himself past Cole to lay Penelope on their couch. “She’s not hurt. She’s just asleep. Jenna’s still in the woods, in a whole bunch of poppy flowers. I’m guessing that’s why they fell asleep - the poppies.”
Cole was doubtful. “Poppies don’t really make you fall asleep,” he said. “That’s just in the stories. A myth.” As he thought, it made less sense. “And they don’t grow in autumn. Do they?”
Dillon put a hand tenderly on Penelope’s forehead before turning to Cole with a stoic expression. “Stranger things have happened in Rockwell. RIght?”
“I’ll go get Jenna,” the other replied, disregarding the statement his brother had made.
“No.”
Having started for the back door again, Cole stopped in his tracks and looked at Dillon. Puzzled, he asked, “Why not?”
“I know where she is,” he argued. “She was with Penny. I’ll go get her.”
“I’m going with you.”
“No,” Dillon was raising his voice. “You have to stay with Penny.”
Chapter One
Penelope gathered the animal into her arms and hugged it to her chest protectively, as if it were her own child. She turned around and faced Jenna, exclaiming, “It’s a baby eagle!”
The creature peered up at Jenna with bulging eyes, obviously frightened. Its irises were thin, red rings circling around big, black pupils. It certainly had the features of an eagle, Jenna noted, what with its bright yellow-orange beak, its feathered wings, and its two front legs that did resemble that of a bird’s, sharp talons on the ends and all. However, there was an obvious presence of fur on its smokey torso, as well as a large tuft of thick, white fur on its chest. Furthermore, it had back legs and paws, and a long lion’s tail swinging warily back and forth. When it opened its beak, a soft melodic chirp erupted from its throat.
“Well,” Jenna seemed to inhale the word. “It sure is as big as an eagle!”
When she took a single step forward, the creature let out a blood-curdling shriek and vanished in a cloud of blue mist. The mist left behind a bad smell and sour taste in Jenna’s throat, as well as a fuzzy feeling in her head. As she coughed and attempted to fan the mist away, she watched her little sister fall over onto her side beneath the tree.
“Penny?!” she gasped, feeling faint herself. She had managed to climb half-way over the tree trunk before she, too, fell unconscious.
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Penelope gathered the animal into her arms and hugged it to her chest protectively, as if it were her own child. She turned around and faced Jenna, exclaiming, “It’s a baby eagle!”
The creature peered up at Jenna with bulging eyes, obviously frightened. Its irises were thin, red rings circling around big, black pupils. It certainly had the features of an eagle, Jenna noted, what with its bright yellow-orange beak, its feathered wings, and its two front legs that did resemble that of a bird’s, sharp talons on the ends and all. However, there was an obvious presence of fur on its smokey torso, as well as a large tuft of thick, white fur on its chest. Furthermore, it had back legs and paws, and a long lion’s tail swinging warily back and forth. When it opened its beak, a soft melodic chirp erupted from its throat.
“Well,” Jenna seemed to inhale the word. “It sure is as big as an eagle!”
When she took a single step forward, the creature let out a blood-curdling shriek and vanished in a cloud of blue mist. The mist left behind a bad smell and sour taste in Jenna’s throat, as well as a fuzzy feeling in her head. As she coughed and attempted to fan the mist away, she watched her little sister fall over onto her side beneath the tree.
“Penny?!” she gasped, feeling faint herself. She had managed to climb half-way over the tree trunk before she, too, fell unconscious.
Chapter One
He couldn’t afford to be bothered with it at that particular moment. There was supper to made, homework to be finished, and studying to be done. Cole was attempting to attend a local community college while working a job that paid below minimum wage, and support his two little sisters and his little brother at the same time. It was a burden that no eighteen year old should have had to bear only two years after the deaths of their parents, but Cole was tackling that burden head-on, determined not to let his siblings be put into foster care.
The deaths of Becca and Dale were somehow relieving, Cole thought. It gave him a strange sort of peace of mind knowing that neither of them would hurt another human being again. He knew that his mother was a better person than Dale by a long shot. However, Dale was the second person that Becca had cheated on that Cole knew of. She wasn’t exactly morally sound.
The sun outside was dipping below the horizon when Cole lowered his psychology book and peered at Jenna. She was lying on the floor in front of the couch he was seated at, staring at the ceiling. He looked around briefly before asking, “Where’s Penelope? I’m fixin’ to make grilled cheese sandwiches for supper.”
“Can I help?” Jenna asked, ignoring his question.
“If you find your sister and get washed up,” he sighed, setting the textbook aside and walking over to their kitchen’s sink. He was surprised when the water still fell from the tap. Their water bill was overdue.
Jenna mocked his sigh, exhaling heavily through her nose. She wasn’t bothered by the request, though, and instead of refusing, she pulled herself off of the floor and walked past her brother to exit the back door. On the bottom doorstep, she found herself faced with tall weeds and thick woods that she often explored and played in. Her eyes scanned over the weeds and trees quickly before she called out to her sister.
“Penelope?” she yelled. “You out here?”
She waited. For a few moments, her only response was the hissing of the tree leaves as the wind rustled them against each other. Clouds were gathering overhead, signaling an incoming storm. Jenna stepped off the bottom stair and worked her way through the grass that bit at her ankles and made them itch. She pushed a strand of blonde hair out of her vision and trudged into the forest, careful to tread only where she’d been before.
As she cautiously neared an enormous fallen oak, she could hear the faint shushing of someone calming another. Making her footsteps fall as lightly as feathers across the multicolored leaves upon the ground, Jenna peered over the top of the trunk and caught sight of her sister’s frizzy red hair. Coming closer, she gasped at the creature sitting in Penelope’s lap.
“What is that?!” she practically shrieked even though her voice was but a whisper.
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He couldn’t afford to be bothered with it at that particular moment. There was supper to made, homework to be finished, and studying to be done. Cole was attempting to attend a local community college while working a job that paid below minimum wage, and support his two little sisters and his little brother at the same time. It was a burden that no eighteen year old should have had to bear only two years after the deaths of their parents, but Cole was tackling that burden head-on, determined not to let his siblings be put into foster care.
The deaths of Becca and Dale were somehow relieving, Cole thought. It gave him a strange sort of peace of mind knowing that neither of them would hurt another human being again. He knew that his mother was a better person than Dale by a long shot. However, Dale was the second person that Becca had cheated on that Cole knew of. She wasn’t exactly morally sound.
The sun outside was dipping below the horizon when Cole lowered his psychology book and peered at Jenna. She was lying on the floor in front of the couch he was seated at, staring at the ceiling. He looked around briefly before asking, “Where’s Penelope? I’m fixin’ to make grilled cheese sandwiches for supper.”
“Can I help?” Jenna asked, ignoring his question.
“If you find your sister and get washed up,” he sighed, setting the textbook aside and walking over to their kitchen’s sink. He was surprised when the water still fell from the tap. Their water bill was overdue.
Jenna mocked his sigh, exhaling heavily through her nose. She wasn’t bothered by the request, though, and instead of refusing, she pulled herself off of the floor and walked past her brother to exit the back door. On the bottom doorstep, she found herself faced with tall weeds and thick woods that she often explored and played in. Her eyes scanned over the weeds and trees quickly before she called out to her sister.
“Penelope?” she yelled. “You out here?”
She waited. For a few moments, her only response was the hissing of the tree leaves as the wind rustled them against each other. Clouds were gathering overhead, signaling an incoming storm. Jenna stepped off the bottom stair and worked her way through the grass that bit at her ankles and made them itch. She pushed a strand of blonde hair out of her vision and trudged into the forest, careful to tread only where she’d been before.
As she cautiously neared an enormous fallen oak, she could hear the faint shushing of someone calming another. Making her footsteps fall as lightly as feathers across the multicolored leaves upon the ground, Jenna peered over the top of the trunk and caught sight of her sister’s frizzy red hair. Coming closer, she gasped at the creature sitting in Penelope’s lap.
“What is that?!” she practically shrieked even though her voice was but a whisper.
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