@Killerofhappilyeverafters45
//Lemme introduce my character, her name is Florence Violet Maywood. She is a demon who is kinda anti-social and sometimes aggressive at times. Her skin tone is a bit pale, has ocean blue eyes, about 5'6 and often wears dark colors. At heart, Florence is a good person but her identity is what brings her down. The reason i am doing this is so i can see what needs to be improved for my story, whether it's her personality, appearance, etc.
I will try to be online but usually am busy so it may take me hours to reply, sorry for the inconvenience. That's why it's just one person so… Ill start off here.its in third person and mature//
Today was a day that Florence could never forget, January 21st, it was the day her grandfather passed away but that wasn't the thing that bugged her. She had a hand in his murder, literally, this memory haunted her and was a reason that led to her developing two addictions. Almost everyday, she smoked and drank alcohol whenever she could.
Stepping out of her truck, Florence walked towards a tall gray building at the top of the hill, her head hung low. Pulling out a black key from her pocket, she unlocked the iron gate and walked inside, her stomach full of butterflies. Her eyes landed on a portrait of a man with oak brown hair with hints of silver, his expression serious as he had a hand on a girl and boy's shoulder. Both children shared the same expression as their father, but the looks were forced. Sitting down on the ground, Florence took out a bouquet of lilies and placed them in front of a gold plaque. "I miss hearing your voice, it brightened up the room and was comforting." She whispered, rubbing her thumb against the plaque with a heavy sigh.
Even if he was gone, Florence believed his ghost still lingered and she wished that she could see it. It was better than seeing a stern portrait of him and his family. Her mother was on the left, wearing a baby blue dress and on the right, her Uncle wore a gray suit. Trying to stand up straight.