There's something in the woods. Nothing light, nothing good. In that darkness, branches rattle, or are they arms? Is that white gleam the moon, or something watching you from the trees? Sharp teeth line it's body, it's gaping, hollow chest. It cannot really see you, but always knows you're there. Stalker. Monster. Twisted beyond belief. Don't look close. It used to be alive. Not anymore.
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Your nickname (That you want the rest of us to call you outside of RP):
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9 personality traits:
3 good:
3 neutral:
3 bad:
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Your nickname (That you want the rest of us to call you outside of RP): Holly/Hol, whichever.
Character name: Sabriel
Basic description: Brown hair, loose down to his shoulders, braided here and there, tall, brown eyes, dresses in flannels/jeans/work boots.
9 personality traits:
3 good: Patient, calm, common-sense
3 neutral: Sarcastic, oblivious, slightly stand-offish
3 bad: Asocial, unsophisticated, unsocialized
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Aro/ace
(No worries! :D I forget that kinda stuff allll the time xD)
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Your nickname (That you want the rest of us to call you outside of RP): Qxeen Character name: Raven Carter Basic description: Pale skin, ocean blue eyes with gold flecks, Black hair, has freckles over her cheeks and nose and has a double-sided piercing on her left ear. 9 personality traits 3 good: Nice, Strong, Brave 3 neutral: Sarcastic, Stubborn, oblivious 3 bad: Mean, cold, antisocial Age: 35 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bi-sexual
(Yaay! :D I'll start off with some narrative then >w< ((Btw, I'm lowkey working out rn also, so I'll be a little late with my replies)) Also, Imma put italicized phrases here and there for plot reasons >w<)
I am I a failure?
The mist was unbearable. It stank; of death, and dead things. It was too thick to see what was right in front of your nose, but dim shapes could be seen moving far away. Brittle crunchings and snappings warred with marshy splashings and squelchings.
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(k, then)
Raven walked around the place, trying to make as little noise as possible while staying low.
A shape loomed up out of the mist, and Raven ran into it before she could stop. It gave a hiss of fear and pulled back, the sudden motion chasing away some of the choking mist. A tall man stood there, silver knife in hand. He gazed wearily at Raven.
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She looked at the man and watched his every move while her right hand crept over to her knife.
