Isla's Testing Island

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  2. I'm still working on this!

    Hello! My name is Isla, I'm 18 years old and I've been roleplaying for about four years now, save for a couple years back when my muse went up the wazoo. I'm going into college next week and plan to be an art therapist. I love fantasy, medieval, historical, paranormal, and tons of other genres! My writing is a little rusty, so I prefer to post multiple small paragraphs and prefer to write with an adult.

    Please read my roleplay resume. It'll help us both greatly, however, I will reiterate some strong points.

    My Roleplay Preferences

    * I primarily play female, but do play males as secondary.

    * I like to play multiple characters and I would prefer if you did too.

    * At this time, I'm primarily interested in MxF, though I will try out FxF. I've not had good experiences with MxM, so unfortunately, won't be able to cater to that kind of pairing.

    * I'm not interested in the following: Zombie Apocalypse, Apocalyptic, Crime Drama, Anime/Manga, Futanari, Magical Realism, and many more.

    * I would prefer it if my partner wrote multiple, small descriptive paragraphs with two paragraphs at minimum.

    * I'm not interested in lengthy replies, I feel it stunts the progress of the roleplay and quite possibly, the quality.

    * No fluff, please.

    * No passive writers please, I want someone to help me move the story along because I don't like being left alone to figure everything out.

    * I do tend to be a bit of a grammar nazi to myself, so with that in mind, I'd really appreciate it if my partner's posts were ladden with decent grammar, spelling, and punctuation.

    * I'm not comfortable writing with anyone below the adept writing level. Apologies for the inconvenience.

    * I've found I best roleplay when the posting requirement is a minimum of at least one post every other week. If college allows it, and my muse allows it, I may post a little more often, but not to the point where you'd expect many posts in one week or a day.

    * I prefer to roleplay in threads. I'm not interested in roleplaying anywhere else.

    * I'm not interested in using anime as faces. Please use real life people.

    * Be confident with your writing please! I love that positivity!

    * All of my plots are plot over sex, as much as I love to write sex and be like yes, i love them!

    * I have no triggers. If you have any triggers, please tell me! The same idea applies to sexual situations. Is there anything you aren't willing to do?

    * World build with me please! I love building worlds, especially high fantasy ones! We obviously don't need to hash out every single detail like George R.R. Martin, but it'd be nice to do a few things here and there!

    Quick Points

    * I'm extremely interested in playing an elf right now.

    * I'm always into Anti-Hero, Chaotic Neutral, and Morally Grey Characters

    * I have a hankering for real life genre right now, my secondary is fantasy

    * I love to build small character sheets before we start roleplaying

    * Communication is key! I'm a little awkward, but I really enjoy having a friendly conversation with someone, even if I can't always keep up with what to say!

    * I want to try organically building a character's relationship, especially if my fangirl senses are hoping they'll end up together (because not getting what I want is sometimes the best thing that's ever happened!)


    Plots, Ideas, & Pairings

    Bold is my preferred role in the plot or idea.

    Morally Grey Drow x Neutral Elf
    mxf, maybe fxf
    Murder, Suspense, Action, Intrigue

    I'd love to figure out the relationship organically. I'm not sure what kind of ideas we could play around with here, perhaps start with something simple like a mage and thief, or two rogues doing dirty work for their enemies. I'd like something a little different from the usual "hero meets person, they fight evil, they win" kind of story because I feel some badass neutral and morally grey characters need that kind of attention. One of them could be a refuge from a rivaling kingdom, perhaps seeking help from the bad side, and coming across this other dope who wants nothing to do with their kingdom because they're idiots and everybody's an idiot in the land of unicorns. I'm down for just about anything in this area, and I think it'd be really awesome if there was sexual tension between the two because friends or not, sexual tension is great, even if it doesn't get to that point. This could be set in the same world the next plot is set in!



    Human Prince x Elf Princess
    mxf
    Romance, Action, Drama, Political Intrigue

    This is a simple enemies to friends to lovers. There is war between the elves and humans. They have been at war for the longest time. I'm not sure of a reason why, maybe one wanted the other's land, perhaps elves thought mankind wasn't being cautious and built on the elves sacred land, which spurred a chain reaction of war. Maybe the human got kidnapped by the princess and she planned to torture information out of him, but over time, he sort of became a companion of sorts, complete with bickering, then eventually unwanted feelings. The possibilities are endless here and these are just suggestions, though if we do go with kidnapping aspect, I'd like it to stay as the human getting kidnapped. I've already done it two times the other way around and it's gotten boorish. There will be fully written out, descriptive sex scenes in this plot.

    Some other high fantasy pairings...
    Elf x Phoenix
    Human x Human
    Half-Elf x Mermaid
    High-Elf x Kelpie
    among other pairings...


    Anti-Hero x Civilian
    mxf, maybe fxf
    Action, Suspense, Murder

    I would sort of prefer to play the anti-hero in this pairing, but it is by no means non-negotiable. If you know you can handle playing an anti-hero just as well, please don't hesitate to let me know! I'd also like to set this in modern times, but I think the 1920s or 1950s would be kind of interesting to deal with too? I'd just need to freshen up my facts. They could be any kind of relationship dynamic, I think! Perhaps foster brother and sister who were separated due to suspected taboo relations (no, i don't mind incest) or exes where one has moved on, the other has not and wants revenge or just wants the other person to have them again. An estranged husband and wife would be awesome too! I'm open to suggestions. I think it'd be cool if they did the do later on because said anti-hero could have the possibility of being promiscuous, but that's just another suggestion!


    Vampire Sire x Vampire Progeny
    mxf
    Romance*, Drama, Angst, Murder, Suspense, Suicidal Themes

    She was sired many years ago during the Victorian era. Then she fell in love, then he fell in love. They were to be inseparable, or so they thought. One night he disappeared without a trace. Several weeks later, it's ruled out that he's dead, but she knows he's not. Her belief comes true after years of searching, even going so far as to wanting to end her own life, but he's back and he's... not the same. He's a completely different person, a man with a mission, a man who doesn't have time for her anymore like he used to. What spiked this change? Does he even remember who she is or will she meet death's door before the puzzle pieces finally come together?

    * This is something I'd like to discuss with the person interested in taking because I have a suggestion, however, it can be quite triggering to some.

    Some other paranormal pairings
    Vampire x Deity
    Deity x Deity
    Deity x Werewolf
    Demon x Deity
    Werewolf x Hellhound
    among other pairings...


    Alternate Universe Ideas

    Outlander AU with OCxOC
    Game of Thrones AU with OCxOC
    and to be honest, I would love to try out something from plots for all, so if I like it, we can use it for inspiration or do something based on the idea!




    Please PM me for any interest or questions you may have!
     
    #2 circe, Aug 15, 2016
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    • content here

      • No godmodding. I won't tolerate it.
      • I primarily play female, so I'd like someone who is comfortable playing male lead.
      • Characters preferably 27+ only for personal reason.
      • No Mary Sues or Gary Stus. I want to see characters with flaws.
      • Please private message me, if you're interested.
      • Realistic face claims only! No drawings please.
      • I do best at a minimum of one reply every two weeks. If muse and time allow it, one reply each week.
      • Please play multiple characters with me. I want more depth, more interaction!
      • No powerplaying. If you want to control my character, ask permission first.
      • No autohitting. It sucks when I can't determine what happens.
      • Worldbuild. Worldbuild. Worldbuild.
      • Descriptive sex, no smut! I believe there's a difference.
      • Be confident in your writing. I enjoy the positivity!

      • Pediatrician meets Mother with one child and finds out she's trying to escape an abusive relationship.
      • Poor person gets into private college with scholarship meant for wealthy kids.


      • Confederate x Union
      • Victorian Lady x Gentleman
      • Police x Criminal
      • Gang Member x Civilian
      • Faery x Human
      • Married Woman x Unmarried Man
      • Demon x Phoenix
      • Dragon x Vampire
      • PTSD Survivor x Doctor
      • Unmarried Woman x Married Man
      • Chaotic Neutral x Lawful Neutral
      • Pediatrician x Mother
      • Wealthy x Poor





     
    #4 circe, Aug 19, 2016
    Last edited: Aug 20, 2016
  4. Alicia's eyes hardened as he walked over to her and grabbed her wrists without warning. Her breathing was shallow as he buried his face inches from hers. She wanted desperately to spit in his face, call him a coward, but she held back. All she could see was him and his beating heart. He was too calm inside, but had fiery temper.

    Garret's fingers grasped her tiny wrists and Alicia held back a whimper from his tightening grip. She tried to pull away, kick at him, do something, but she didn't. he was a reminder. A painful reminder. Her heart speeding up when he came too close to her personal space, his face merely inches away. She breathed on him and the hairs on her skin went up.

    The warmth that radiated from his body relaxed her muscles for some time. Then, he was gone. He pulled away, and Alicia felt cold again, like always. Her eyes cast down and a small smile graced her lips. "You won't get your answer either way, so just kill me, Garret. We both know you don't have it in you." She sounded content with him driving a dagger through her heart or shooting her head with one of his pistols and to be honest, she was.

    If Garret killed her, in the end, her pain would end and he would be the one suffering. She leaned against the headboard, one leg crossed over the other. Life was unfair. "Besides, I deserve to die for what I've done. Don't you think so? Think about it. If I was in prison, I wouldn't ever let you see me, but if you killed me now, you can see my face before you go dig a grave for the girl you love. Oh, I mean, the girl you once loved."
     
    #5 circe, Aug 20, 2016
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  5. Alicia let out a small, breathy laugh as she heard him cock the gun. The grief wouldn't go away. "Everything I've ever wanted," she whispered, closing her eyes as he pressed the barrel against her forehead. She was stupid. She didn't want this. She didn't want to die, but the feeling that even if he didn't have it in him, he could always change his mind, made a small tear escape. "You're a good man doing this, Garret. A good man." How much longer could she keep it up? How much longer could she lie to save herself?

    Her fingers dug into the cloth of her skirt, desperate to end this tension, this fear she had. Alicia was afraid to die, she was afraid to tell Garret the truth. "I l..." The gun dropped and his sweet lips pressed against her own mid-sentence and for a brief moment, she felt bliss. She felt free. His hands touching her face and skin brushing against her own ignited a fire inside her which she unable to tame. It wasn't a long kiss, but the passion she'd felt drove her beyond her wildest dreams. How could he still love her after everything she'd done?

    Alicia licked her lips as he picked up his gun and began to walk away. Her mind stirred with the quick kiss and she wondered if that was only just to get her to say something. It didn't matter though, because it worked. "Wait." Her heart was still on overdrive as she spoke the truth. "I'm the bigger fish."
     
    #6 circe, Aug 20, 2016
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  6. Her body melted under the awkward atmosphere. Even though she'd said the truth, she knew it wouldn't be enough to make him believe. Alicia already lied enough to him and look at where that brought them now. She stared at the handcuff as it fell from her wrist.

    Free to go...

    She suddenly didn't want to go, but she had places to be, people to see. She needed to make sure that Matthew was okay and the other men. They'd risked a lot for bags filled with jewels. There was no doubt police shot at least one or two of them. Alicia stood up. She had business to attend to, jewels to price, weapons to sell.

    Crime was her life. She couldn't escape it, no matter how hard she tried.

    Alicia was about to wrap her arms around Garret before she left, but she decided against it. There was already too much going on and being so intimate would only make things worse. "I know you don't believe me but sometimes the worst criminals are the ones you can't see," she whispered. "I'm sorry, Garret."

    Then she left. She walked out in the pouring rain, the drops that were silenced when she was laying down in his bed.

    I'm sorry...

    She saw Matthew down the road under an umbrella. He came running, fiercely placing a kiss on her lips, searching her for any signs of a wound, but she just stood there, numb. "I'm fine. He let me go," she told him with a somewhat normal tone, supposedly indicating that she was fine. "We have unfinished business."

    The night ended in silence.




    Alicia woke up early next morning, her back aching and mind on repeat of what happened last night. She paid it no mind though. It wasn't real. That feeling wasn't real. Alicia belonged to Matthew, the one she'd been with for years. If he ever found out about what happened last night, only she knew what he would do.

    She took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, and headed down further into ground where high tech computers were wired and stocks showed on a big, blue digital screen that stretched from one side to the other. "How are we doing? Is our part in the black market faring well? What about the jewels that we put up for sale? Are we getting enough revenue?"

    "More than we can imagine. Soon, Mahatma will be bowing at our feet."

    "Good. I'm going out. I need to clear my head. See to it we continue to sell fast."

    "Yes, ma'am."

    Alicia came across Matthew on the way out, the last person she wanted to see. Even he was a reminder that she'd kissed another man, someone she used to love... or worse, still did.

    "Leaving so soon? Where are you off to?"

    "The greenhouse, I guess."

    "Let me accompany you."

    "I'd rather-"

    "Spend time with me, Alicia. You hardly do, you know," He pressed, squeezing her shoulders a bit and giving her charming smile that she couldn't let go. She thought she spent enough time with him, that it was good to have her own time, but maybe after she began having doubts, she was pushing him away more. "Come. We'll have fun." Alicia complied, pulling a strand of light brown hair behind her ear and habitually smoothing out her white romper. They arrived at the greenhouse in a sleek hover convertible that ran entirely on electricity.

    It was nice out, despite the buildings overshadowing the nature of what used to be fertile land for flowers and livestock. She didn't know how that truly felt though. She was born in this era, not hundreds of years ago. They walked around the greenhouse for a while before he went off to chat with some other ladies, not that she minded. It was a garden inside, a maze, more so than a place for holding flower pots and herbs. She could hide anywhere she wanted and it'd take forever to find her.

    "Stay here," he'd said, but she didn't feel like listening to his orders, and instead, wandered off into what seemed like a boundless amount of tiger lilies, chrysanthemum, azalea, begonia, roses, and bluebell. She was shielded from her boyfriend for a significant amount of time, a time where she could just be herself.
     
    #7 circe, Aug 20, 2016
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  7. "We're attending the charity gala for Michael de Fru tonight. He's holding a donation to fund for his newest invention. You all know your roles," Matthew spoke sternly to everyone around him, placing a flower in his left pocket. "Don't mess this up," Alicia interjected from his side, pulling the flower out from his tuxedo. "We're all guests, stand tall, look alive, and be discreet. I can't afford another police break in and more of my men-"

    "My men, you mean."

    She rolled her eyes. "Our men getting killed. Come now. We can't keep Mr. De Fru waiting. He'll be expecting us." The main crowd piled into the limo while others tagged far behind in vans. The limousine began to move and Matthew questioned irritably, "Why did you take out my flower?"

    "You don't need it. Every man is bare. The last thing I want to identify you is a flower."

    They arrived on time, Alicia on Matthew's arm, both disguised by their aliases that legal businesses knew them by- Mariana and Nicholas Scott- a husband and wife in joint partnership of a professional clothing line that catered to men and women alike. "Ah, Mariana, Nicholas," Michael greeted them, giving Matthew a hug and Alicia a hearty handshake. "It's so nice to have you both here tonight!"

    "The pleasure is all ours, Mr. de Fru."

    "You know, I've done wonders excavating in the desert beyond here and preparing for my brand new invention. We have champagne, wine, and the hors d'oeuvres are simply delicious! Please feel free to come and find me if you have any questions." Alicia smiled at the bulky, black-haired man. "You can count on it, sir," Matthew responded smoothly, then glanced towards Alicia. "I'm going to mingle with the guests and have a little champagne. I'll see you later tonight, yes?" She gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Of course, dear."

    She swept through the crowd with ease, grabbing a champagne glass off the tray nearby, and taking a sip. For a moment, she felt a sort of nostalgia wash over her. Was this what it was like to be rich? She'd forgotten when crime was usually all about spilling blood. Hopefully, things would go well with this operation and Michael de Fru assassinated.

    It was the usual. The women talked about their husbands, their businesses, men talked about sports, boasted about their wives, and talked finances. The lack of variety in their conversations choked Alicia, but she grinned and beared it perfectly, interjecting when she could. She liked having temporary attention on herself. It meant she was well-liked by people who didn't know who she really was, which was good for a crime lord.

    "Your husband sounds absolutely dashing, and generous too. All of that money to hospital bills for poor children? He's a wonder."

    "Oh, yes, I know," Isabelle giggled, flattered by Alicia's positive comment. "I'll be a quick second, My glass of champagne is empty." She turned around and took step for a mere few moments before feeling a heavy build crash into her. Alicia stumbled among the crowd, considerably falling down from the force, and heard his voice. Garret. She smiled a little, knowing he wouldn't be too glad to see her here after he let her go last night. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his as he pulled her back to her feet. Formalities first. In this setting, she wasn't Alicia.

    "Mr. Thorne, yes? I've heard about you. I apologize for my clumsy actions. I wasn't being careful in my quest for more champagne." She glanced up, her eyes holding a mischievous twinkle to them, as she briefly stare into those steel eyes of his. "Are you here to donate as well or is the party more entertaining?"
     
    #8 circe, Aug 20, 2016
    Last edited: Aug 20, 2016
  8. Hello, it's Isla!
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    I do want to start this off by saying I'm only looking for one person to roleplay this particular idea with me. They must be 18+ only. I'm not looking for any other genre, idea, or pairing. This is my craving and I want it now. I don't want anything else. Also, keep in mind that this is a roleplay that will feature mental illness, incestuous feelings, same sex romance, as well as alcohol abuse, and probably a number of other things that may or may not be triggering. If you're not comfortable reading or writing any of that, I would suggest not inquiring about the roleplay. Without further adieu, here are my preferences for this particular roleplay.
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    • There will be multiple characters. I won't take no for an answer. We will each be playing three main characters and a handful of NPCs.

    • If you can't handle creating three nice, simple character sheets and taking up all three of them in roleplay like so, I would prefer you don't inquire and ask if it'd be okay to play just one or two characters.

    • Furthermore, no "Female characters only", alright? I want my partner to be diverse!

    • The two characters that I need my partner to play is Adela's brother, Caleb, and her female friend who is a potential love interest, who can either be a patient at the mental illness center, or someone who works there. Please keep in mind that if you make Adela's friend with a mental illness, do your research! As for the idea of making Adela's friend a person who works there, I do prefer caretaker x victim. If you have other ideas, run them by me! Since I have a few ideas for Caleb, I was thinking we could balance that out by my partner giving me ideas for a possible friend of his! Iwan Rheon amirite

    Advanced or above only please! I won't take anything below that. I want at least one beautiful, hearty paragraph. I don't want to hear inner monologue every other paragraph. Use your five senses, describe your character's surroundings, you know the drill! Quality over quantity!

    • Please keep in mind that I want to do collaborative writing together in one post, like so. I strongly feel that it'll help the story flow more easily rather than playing catch up.


    Be confident in your writing please, for the love of mercy! If I say your post is great, it's great! :P


    Be aggressive in your approach! I don't want to see you essentially put my words from the previous into your own character's thoughts and feelings.

    Be proactive in character development and plot development! Please!

    • I do best replying at the leisurely pace of one reply every other week. If muse allows it, I may post earlier if I can, but one reply every other week is my go to.

    • If you know you'll end up taking a little bit longer because of real life, let me know! Furthermore, if that does end up happening, don't leave me hanging in the PMs, despite not replying.

    • Please talk to me, throw out random ideas for the story, show me images for muse, share music that reminds you of your characters! I want to know you're still interested in roleplaying with me, okay? This is a rare occurence of Isla's super mega craving!

    • The incestuous feelings are real from Adela to Caleb, though it is unrequited love. If you don't feel comfortable reading or writing this, and especially if you aren't willing to do be a part of a roleplay that has incest, do not reply below. You'll be wasting both our times and I don't want to do that.

    • No god-modding. No autohitting. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus. No powerplaying. If you want to control my character, please ask first. Keep all of that in mind and we're all good!

    • One last thing: Realistic face claims only! All characters in the roleplay are adults, and as such, I'd like to reflect that please! Keep in mind that Adela's brother is five years older than her, so an older face claim who is Sam Heughan is much appreciated! I would prefer Adela's friend to be at least three years older than her which is why Taylor Swift would be awesome to use, yes? please!

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    The end! Please PM me with ideas, if you're interested!
     
    #9 circe, Aug 22, 2016
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  9. Lady Brynna Baelish of Harrenhal
    • BASIC STATISTICS •
    Character Name: Brynna Baelish
    Race/Species: Human
    Height: 5'5 1/2"
    Weight: 117 lbs
    Sex: Female
    Apparent Age/Actual Age: 27
    Skin Tone: Fair
    Body Type: Slim
    Eyes: Blue
    Hair: Brown


    • BASE COMBAT STATISTICS •
    Fighting: None worth stating
    Agility/Dexterity: Extremely Nimble & Agile
    Strength: Sturdy Legs & Arms, Lots of Muscle Mass
    Endurance: Resistant to Cold, Vulnerable to Heat Stroke, Medium Pain Tolerance
    Intelligence: "Wise beyond years," as quoted by her Mother.
    Wisdom: Follows her gut instinct
    Psyche: Confident and mentally sane. She is hardly swayed by men and possesses a sharp tongue.



    • PERSONAL STATISTICS •
    Alignment: Lawful Good
    Demeanor: Flamboyant, Openness, Grounded, Conscientiousness, Calm, Mysterious
    Political Affiliation: House Stark
    Cultural Resiliency: Neutral. She doesn't understand Dothraki or the Free Folk, but exercises caution and civil manners. Reluctantly tolerates the Lannisters. Afraid of White Walkers.



    • ABILITIES •
    Profession: Lady of Harrenhal
    Class: Noble
    Education/Training: Reading, Writing, The Arts
    Military/Combat Background: Bow and Arrow (7+ years)
    Magical Background: None
    Religion: The Old Gods
    Other Notable Skills: Horseback Riding, Manipulation, Bow and Arrow
    Weaknesses: Humidity, Considered Unapproachable at Times, Uncompromising, Controlling, Not Adept at Most Weapons



    • POSSESSIONS, DOMICILES, AND CONVEYANCES •
    Mount/Conveyance: Horse, Carriage
    Martial Equipment: Bow and Arrow
    Magical Equipment: None
    General Equipment Type: None
    Special Equipment: None
    Usual Items Carried: Nothing


    Residence (if any)
    Type: Stronghold
    Location: Harrenhal
    Fortifications: Thick Walls, Five Towers
    Accessibility: Main Gate, Water, Small East Gate



    • CHARACTER HISTORY •
    Brynna is the eldest daughter of Petyr Baelish and Lysa Arryn. Her half-brother is Robin Arryn, Lord of the Vale by law. She barely knew her mother
     
    #10 circe, Aug 23, 2016
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  10. Lady Rowan of House Marbrand
    • BASIC STATISTICS •
    Character Name: Lady Rowan of House Marbrand
    Race/Species: Human
    Height: 5'5"
    Weight: 117 lbs
    Sex: Female
    Apparent Age/Actual Age: 26
    Skin Tone: Fair
    Body Type: Slim
    Eyes: Brown
    Hair: Brown


    • BASE COMBAT STATISTICS •
    Fighting: Hardly anything, Stole a sword and fought with that
    Agility/Dexterity: Nimble, but not fast
    Strength: Average durability
    Endurance: Tolerant of heat and cold, Thick skin, Built up an immunity to some poisons
    Intelligence: Highly Intelligent
    Wisdom: Extremely logical, a realist. Wise and clever.
    Psyche: She's assertive, knows what she wants. She's never been swayed by any one man before.



    • PERSONAL STATISTICS •
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
    Demeanor: Cheerful, Impulsive, Pretentious, Easygoing, Risky
    Political Affiliation: The Lannisters
    Cultural Resiliency: She's not very fond of Dothraki or Free Folk. If attacked by other species, she will retaliate instead of settling differences.



    • ABILITIES •
    Profession: Lady Marbrand
    Class: Noble
    Education/Training: Sewing, Horseback Riding, Reading, Writing, Drinking Wine
    Military/Combat Background: None really
    Magical Background: None
    Religion: Faith of the Seven
    Other Notable Skills: Manipulation, Poisoning
    Weaknesses: Blunt, Wine, Arrogant, Food, Pretty Women, Selfish, Rainstorms



    • POSSESSIONS, DOMICILES, AND CONVEYANCES •
    Mount/Conveyance: Horse, Carriage
    Martial Equipment: None really
    Magical Equipment: None
    General Equipment Type: Nothing
    Special Equipment: Nothing
    Usual Items Carried: Dagger on leg hidden by dress


    Residence (if any)
    Type: Stronghold
    Location: Ashemark
    Fortifications: Walls
    Accessibility: Mountains, Valley


    • CHARACTER HISTORY •
    (You can add as much detail here as you wish. The more I know about your character, the better.)

     
    #11 circe, Aug 24, 2016
    Last edited: Aug 24, 2016
  11. Winifred ♢ Merchant's Bay ♢ Audun, Djerv Fastheldi, Astrid Kestersen, Melkorka Gustaaf

    The long days of summer sweat rolled across her forehead as she aired out a couple of breeches and shirts. She'd barely made any friends, much less been nice to those who tried. She placed a light green shirt on the line and spread it out, the wind wrapping around her body. A small smile crept on her face, but it wasn't genuine. The Gods gave her protection and security, but it wasn't enough for her to move on and get over herself. Nothing was.

    She was a selfish woman; letting another man take care of her while she strived to recuperate. All she heard from the others was that he'd only let stay because of her body. Winifred snorted, disgruntled as she tried pinning the last pair of breeches onto the line. The pin felll out of her hand and the breeches began to escape. “Damn you,” she grumbled, chasing after the breeches for a moment before her fingers finally caught it. She placed the last piece on the clothing line, unsatisfied with her handiwork.

    Her sword needed mending, she had to see to it that the pigs were fed, and get all the ingredients ready for tonight's supper. The long list of chores on today's load were not as painstaking as the usual back in Helsingbor where she was brought after some three or four men killed her family and abducted her like the greedy men they were, so at least it was something she could tolerate, if not anything. Winifred went back inside, wiping her hands off the worn brown apron tied up around her neck and waist.

    One of the blonde haired rascals came into the room with a pile of wood. She knew who it was right away, she didn't even need to turn a head to see the young'un, Audun, her caretaker's son from a previous marriage. “Tell your father I'm headed out to Merchant's Bay, Audun. I'll be back later to help prepare the afternoon meal and get the rest of m' fabrics done.” The child turned his head and ran towards her, wrapping his arms around her like a lost child. She gazed down, surprised and eager to push him away, but she held back and opted to awkwardly pat his head instead.

    “What you be doin' down there, miss?” Audun inquired, curiosity piping hot. She gently pried his fingers off of her waist, cold eyes boring into him, but her tone motherly and commanding. "You ever hear the saying "Speak what needs to be said, or stay silenth"? I don't need to tell you again. My business ain't your own. Now run along." He left the kitchen without another word and she went to her room where she removed her apron, grabbed her sword, and went outside to the small stables where her horse, Freyja would be waiting. The mare was a pretty one. She had a beautiful copper coat, shiny black hair, and perfect round eyes. "Come on Freyja. We're going to town."


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    Once the pair, a woman and her horse, arrived at the entrance of Merchant's Bay, Winifred hopped down onto the ground, dirt sweeping around her leather shoes and the edges of her dress. She took the horse town, letting the large animal clear the way as it clopped on wood nailed to the ground. Winifred noticed a tall man plundering through the streets. Everyone made way for him and his bulky build, but she gave him a glare from afar as he rejected to give the man aid and walked right on past without a care in the world, then asked about the price of tan fabric from a woman nearby.

    So that's what men in this society are coming to; bastards. I could ram my sword up your ass if I wanted to, cunt, but you're lucky I'm not.

    Winifred steered her horse into the girl's direction. It was a pity most of the water sloshed out when she accidentally bumped into the handsome blonde-haired stranger that stood there. She turned to the male and held out her hand to him. "Come on," she spoke, helping him up. "Are you okay?" He seemed fine, just dirty. Winifred daintly brushed some of the dirt off his shoulder and briefly observed him. No scratches or blood she could smell. "Sometimes bigger men can be a pain, you know," Winifred glanced over at the woman for a brief moment, then froze. She found herself staring into brown eyes, as her own hinting at sadness, but her demeanor remaining stoic. Astrid. Her heart coiled around the name, sucking all the air out of her lungs. She couldn't breathe. Winifred thought she'd never see her friend again, much less here in Kaupang. Memories of her past sickened her once more as nausea began to settle in.

    The shieldmaiden glanced down, immediately letting go of the male's hand like flames had licked her palm. Her body shook, although not apparently so. "My apologies. Good day to both of you." She gave the man a small nod and scurried off to the blacksmith, Melkorka, who resided in a shop more than a few houses down. Winifred sought for Melkorka to shine and sharpen the blade as fast as she could, for fear that Astrid would go after her. Winifred hammered down the feelings of anticipation and guilt as she stopped in front of Melkorka's shop and tied Freyja's reins to a sturdy pole, then went inside.

    "Melkorka!" she called out, taking off her sword pouch and tossing it onto the table. "Got me a blade that needs fixing! The bloody thing's a piece of shit now!"



     
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  12. Winifred ♢ Merchant's Bay ♢ Melkorka Gustaaf

    Winifred held back a snort. Melkorka, beautiful. Melkorka, unbloodied. She pursed her lips in amusement as the tall lady approached her. "Ahhh and here I thought I could manage to look decent for the men when they came buying new axes or perhaps shovels, who knows what they want when they come here," Melkorka sighed. Winifred laughed mockingly. The lady blacksmith could be wearing the finest battle armor any day and she could still look good for the men twirling around and letting out petty whimsical sighs with that blue and green dress of hers. "What exactly do you do with those blades for them to be so worn out in so little time?" The small woman grinned crookedly at the inquiry.

    "What do you think?" Winifred, brash as always, countered pointedly, raising a brow at the black-haired woman. "I cut out men's tongues and roast the earl's heart on a spit." Winifred wasn't afraid of that man. More often than not, she could always hear his screams as she cut him skin deep. Taxes were rising and the family she lived with, as well as herself, had to work twice as hard to get what they needed for food, water, shelter, and clothing. It was starting to become a conundrum of sorts and the risk Winifred took to stay on top was simply starting to be nothing more than a game. Who could get more meat? Who could make more blankets and furs? How about harvesting? She was tired of it all.

    The shieldmaiden glanced down at her sword, deep in thought. "I don't like that man, you know," she suddenly said after a few moments of silence. She didn't come to Kaupang to work harder than what she was doing a few months back, only to be taxed higher each month. Her stay was supposed to be refuge. She was supposed to enjoy it, or at least live it, without wanting to hack off the earl's neck every waking moment. It was like slavery all over again, except she wasn't having sex with old men. She was selling her body and soul to hard, physical labor for the sake of everyone else.

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  13. Winifred ♢ Merchant's Bay ♢ Melkorka Gustaaf

    Winifred held back a snort. Melkorka, beautiful. Melkorka, unbloodied. She pursed her lips in amusement as the tall lady approached her. "Ahhh and here I thought I could manage to look decent for the men when they came buying new axes or perhaps shovels, who knows what they want when they come here," Melkorka sighed. Winifred laughed mockingly at her. She was jealous. The lady blacksmith could be wearing the finest battle armor any day and she could still look good for the men twirling around and letting out petty whimsical sighs with that blue and green dress of hers. "What exactly do you do with those blades for them to be so worn out in so little time?" The small woman grinned crookedly at the inquiry. "What do you think?" Winifred, brash as always, countered pointedly, raising a brow at the black-haired woman. "I cut out men's tongues and roast the earl's heart on a spit."

    Winifred wasn't afraid of that man. More often than not, she could always hear his screams as she cut him skin deep. Taxes were rising and the family she lived with had to work twice as hard to get what they needed for food, water, shelter, and clothing. It was starting to become a conundrum of sorts and the risk Winifred took to stay on top was simply starting to be nothing more than a game. Who could get more meat? Who could make more blankets and furs? How about harvesting? She was tired of it all. The shieldmaiden glanced down at her sword, deep in thought. She didn't come to Kaupang to work harder than what she was doing a few months back, only to be taxed higher each month. Her stay was supposed to be refuge. She was supposed to enjoy it, or at least live it, without wanting to hack off the earl's neck every waking moment. It was like slavery all over again, except she wasn't having sex with old men. She was selling her body and soul to hard, physical labor for the sake of everyone else. Fuck the earl and his bloody taxes.

    The blacksmith's shop was humid with coals burning nearby. Ash and soot seemed to rest in every nook and cranny. It felt a little overwhelming, like Winifred needed to get fresh air. She stared down at her beauty, blunt and worn. All she could see was the blood of her enemies raining down on it as she slit their throats and stabbed their eyes. She wanted the sword to be done today so she could start hacking tomorrow. Audun seemed to enjoy her swinging the bloody thing like it was no one's business. Winifred took out a small pouch of coins, ready to do business. She'd only just arrived at the shop, but sincerity was calling out. Winifred didn't have time to dawdle around make sweet talk with Melkorka. She had to return to the home she lived at and help them pick out this month's crops. "How much to get it shining and sharp again? An evening meal? A handful of gold coins?"

    Winifred stood silently as she watched Melkorka. She thought Melkorka might be wondering how much she could snatch from Winifred before she went broke. In this day and age, Winifred knew how people went about their business. It didn't matter whether one man was a gentleman or the other was a piece of shit; everyone dealt with survival in their own way. Some stole money and bread, others paid for what wasn't theirs. Winifred fucked up whoever dare steal the crops she planted for the household's supper. She was growing tired of people saying the man was her husband. Winifred wasn't even near to feeling any sort of love for those who gave her a place to sleep and food to eat. She was simply civil, simply grateful. The family she lived with were just friends and she was only their guest... for an extended period of time. Soon, she'd move out, once she had enough coin to buy a small plot of land and build a nice, cozy home for one person.


    The shieldmaiden's contemplation abruptly came to an end. She narrowed her eyes as a sing-song voice entered the shop. "Oh Melkorka!" It was a man, no less. Winifred straightened her back and softened her features as he spoke. Better to appear civil, than a woman about the cut someone's throat. She waited for him to finish his business. "I have some extra metals that I won't be needing and I thought..." Her eyes gazed anywhere but at the man. "My apologies." Winifred glanced over at him and he dropped the box. She considered making a move for it, but he seemed fine. Nothing had fallen out of it. "Is that your horse outside?" She raised a brow, looking at Melkorka for a moment, then turning back to the blonde-haired man. She'd have to figure this man out on her own. "Yes, she is. Her name is Freyja. Fine mare, isn't she? What brings you here, Sir ...?" She didn't say anything further, as she didn't know what the man's name was.
     
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  14. Sweat ran profusely down her forehead, water dripping into her eyes and stinging them. She made the mistake of closing her eyes for a split second to try and remedy the sting. Her blue eyes flashed open and she came face to face with a damp tree. Her reflexes drove her body to the left as she twisted her hips and dove out of the way, another arrow flying past the side of her head. She cursed as the arrow grazed her ear and cheekbone. It stung like a thistle leaf, a small piece of mother nature with razor sharp edges. Maeve grunted as she swiftly hopped over a large tree trunk laying in the forest. Another arrow flew.

    "Get back 'ere ya wench!" Another arrow. She ducked, the piece of wood flying straight over her head. They were rounding her area now and the moment one of the men jumped over the tree trunk, she pulled out her dagger lightning fast and carved a deep cut across his stomach. "Ya bastard! Yer gonna pay for that, ya witch!" Their freakish foreign dialect was giving her a headache. She was completely over her head when she thought about making some kind of deal to make them forget this encounter even happened. Maeve jumped up and tried to run out of the area, but the foreigners bested her.

    The young rogue suddenly felt a strong tug. Something thick hit her ankle and within that moment, she landed in the mud face down. She let out a groan. "Ah." Her hand went down to where her stomach was. A medium sized stick poked her stomach a little too hard. That was bound to leave a nice purple greenish bruise. Her head felt light. She hadn't been very good at salvaging the last of fresh water in her canteen. Maeve, completely unrecognisable now by the mud she carelessly sloshed in, frustratingly began to stand up. Her hand searched for something nearby to hold onto and help keep her steady. "Dammit."


    "Is this 'er, mate?"

    "Aye, Dario. Even with all that mud, she still looks like 'er."

    Maeve could feel the tip of a blade forcefully pressing against her neck. She let out a small chuckle of amusement as she wiped the mud off her face. "Oh no boys, you caught me," she spoke half-halfheartedly, pretending to be surprised at the capture. "What ever shall I do?" The main male, short and stubby, seemed to catch onto her mocking. "Yer gonna surrender to us, that's what," he responded brusquely, poking her neck even further with the sword, "Lay down yer dagger and we won't kill ya." She let out a self-deprecating laugh. Damn these humans. "See the thing is, I don't want to surrender."

    "Kill the damn fool, Robbie!" Slater, one of the other men cried out, shaking his fist in anger and agony. He was a wee fellow. The man appeared as if he was about to break down in tears. She was certain he'd break his teeth if kept gritting them like that. "She ain't gonna bow down to the likes of us!" Maeve gave a huge sigh of defeat. "You should probably listen to him, you know. I'm a wanted woman." Robbie, the main male, lifted a bushy brow at her. "Now listen 'ere little lady," he spat, "His Majesty wants you alive. Now, yer comin' with us, or we slit yer throat."

    Maeve had been on the run for years. It was a miracle that another band of scalawags came searching for her. The bounty was a large one though, so she couldn't blame them. Maeve smiled as if she'd just seen an angel, and nonchalantly slid down into the mud again. "Mm, I think not. Do you want some mint, by the way?" she questioned, holding up a small green leaf with smooth edges and creases. "Your breathe stinks." He pushed the sword in further and she felt something run down her neck. Blood. He wasn't messing around.

    "Sorry for being blunt," she mumbled under her breath. "I just thought it'd be nice to freshen up your breath for the ladies." She sat wistfully, giving the small group of... eh, not merry men- more like angry men, a big smile. They narrowed their eyes and scratched their asses. One even decided to pick something out of his tooth; steamed corn from his fairly recent meal. "Why aren't ya doin' anythin' 'bout this? Fight back, ya bloody woman!" piped up Slater, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. He was clearly not enthusiastic about Maeve's casual gestures to those who were about to turn her in as hostage to the elven king.

    "Yer jus' sittin' there, girl! Ya don' care, do ya?!"


    "Why, you haven't even tied me up yet? What are you chubby little men waiting for? The Gods to come and grant you safe passage? Me to suck your tiny little cocks? Get on with the show, for Gods sake. You're terrible at kidnapping. Terrible, terrible, terrible."

    "Tie 'er up, Dario."

    A stocky man came to her side with a rope and Robbie turned to focus his attention on the other men. She smiled at Dario as she willingly allowed the man to begin tying up her hands. Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief. He seemed to be having a little bit of trouble. "Oh, don't forget my ankles too, so I don't run away." She gave him a charming grin and she could see the faintest hint of a blush crawling up his neck. Maeve glanced around for her dagger. "If you think you're gonna leave, think twice," Dario told her sourly, fumbling with the large rope. She shook her head.

    "I'm just feeling hopeless and scared. You guys caught me," she mumbled, the innocence all too fake. She caught a glimpse of something shining in the dirt. She stuck her leg out to try and bring the dagger to her, then leaned in towards him, as if she were about to plant a kiss on his lips. "Hey, you got something in your hair," she murmured. "Oh? I do?" The man was caught off guard for a brief moment and she found her spot. "I think it's a leaf, let me..."

    The sudden grunt of Dario satisfied her cravings. His eyes were wide as she drove her dagger in deeper. "Don't speak, shhh." She pretended to lay him down to sleep as he silently fell in her arms. The forest became quiet. "Dario?" Robbie and his men noted the abrupt silence. A sudden whoosh in the trees put them on high alert. Robbie and his men turned to look back where Dario had been tying up the elf, but there was nothing but a bloody friend and rope laying on the ground. Every single man scrambled to search for Maeve, but it appeared she was gone. "Get back out 'ere, ya son of a- Oof!"

    The rogue swung down from the tree above and knocked him off his feet, then sliced him across the neck. He spurted blood and she laughed merrily as another came after her. "Try thinking twice before coming after this wench, you sons of a bitches!" The men, fierce and thirsting for revenge, charged her with their weapons. All of them had a sword or a dagger of some sort. The other three were dead on account of her blessed actions. She dove out of the way just as one of the men swung his blade at her. He had a good arm on him. "You whore!"

    "Actually, that was me in another life."

    Robbie was growing tired of her silly games. He wouldn't be mocked by the girl who thought she was so high up on a damn ranking system. "You murderous traitor!" he scowled, swinging his sword at her. She dodged him again. He pulled his arm back again as she jogged backwards- something she became skilled at on rocky terrain- and the cool touch of metal hit the back of her neck. The blade. She knew if she stepped back any further, she'd become a roast elf on a spit for the king's evening meal. She let out a small scoff. Robbie walked to her and put his blade against the front of her neck. "Ah, so you're good at playing the game, it seems," she spoke heartily. "Good, good. You caught me... again." Robbie growled, "Any last words, elf?"

    She searched for something to say, something to make the Gods heed her dying words, then let out a sigh of relief.


    "Thank God someone's here."
     
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  15. Erika and her abusive husband moved to - insert pretty place - with their five year old daughter in hopes that things would change. She's tired of her husband's behavior, but he promises he'll change for her and Amberly. She's been trying to get out of the relationship for a long time, but it's gotten to the point where she doesn't feel like she can leave. One day, she brings her five year old daughter to her first check up, where she meets Adam, a compassionate man with a love for children. After their first visit, Erika and her daughter become regular clientele with Adam. The friendly gestures and casual greetings soon extend to outside the workplace and they both begin to see each other more frequently in their every day lives. Erika gradually warms up to the man, her hospitality eventually extending to a homemade dinner at her place one night when her husband is out. What happens when her husband comes home early in the middle of dinner? Are things not as pleasant with the family as previously expressed?
     
  16. work on erika post w/ logicfromlogic for galena, illinois
     
  17. Lorraine Desmarais

    Full Name: Lorraine Desmarais
    Nickname: Any French Term of Endearment
    Age: 27
    Gender: Female
    Sexual Orientation: Bisexual


    Personality:
    - Positive:
    Cooperative, Considerate, Intelligent, Open-minded, Resourceful, Passionate
    - Negative: Condemnatory, Finger Pointer, Arrogant, Insensitive, Sticky Fingers, Manipulative
    - Fears: Spiders, Big Bodies of Water, Toads, Enclosed Spaces, Cockroaches, Bacteria oh the irony


    Background:
    Lorraine was born in Quebec, but raised in Connecticut for most of her early years and some teenage years. Her Mother was an orthopedic surgeon and her Father a psychiatrist. They moved to Los Angeles on a job opportunity for her Mom. Dad stayed behind with her eldest brother, while her younger sister went with her and her mother to Los Angeles. She got involved in different sports, including swimming and soccer. Heck, she even tried out for the football team.

    Lorraine went into dual enrollment at age fifteen and graduated with a liberal arts degree before the rest of her classmates. Her parents divorced when she was eighteen years old. The long distance relationship was a hassle when Dad couldn't find a job out in Los Angeles. Dad married another woman later on, they had a son, and Lorraine went on with life. She got a boyfriend at one point, but he cheated on her while she was pregnant with his child; she didn't know she was pregnant until she was around five months along.After Lorraine and her boyfriend broke up, she met another man in medical school and he became her fiancé later on.

    She got pregnant again, then her fiancé left a year later because of personal reasons. Lorraine was left to depend on her parents one last time through her Anatomic Pathology residency. Her best friend from college became her living crutch as she endured the difficulties of motherhood while striving to successfully finish her education. Lorraine was working hard on her Forensic Pathology Fellowship when the outbreak occurred. She never finished it. Her half-brother recently died because he was scratched by the walking dead and her eldest brother, who moved with his father to be closer to family, had to end his life. Now, her family does whatever is necessary to survive.

    - Education: PhD in Forensics, Master's Degree in Psychology
    -Career/Profession: Medical Examiner
    -Family: First Desmarais (25 years, Younger Sister), First Desmarais (37 years, Eldest Brother), One Half-brother (deceased), Marceline Desmarais (Daughter, 5 years, NPC), Louisa Desmarais (Daughter, 7 years, NPC)
    -Relationships: First Last (Best friend, 5+ years), First Last (Ex-Fiancé, 3+ year), First Last (Ex-boyfriend, 2+ years)


    Others: If anyone is interested in taking any of her family members, her best friend, or exes, please let me know through private messages! The face claim is Amber Heard.
     
  18. Sweat ran profusely down her forehead, water dripping into her eyes and stinging them. She made the mistake of closing her eyes for a split second to try and remedy the sting. Her blue eyes flashed open and she came face to face with a damp tree. Her reflexes drove her body to the left as she twisted her hips and dove out of the way, another arrow flying past the side of her head. She cursed as the arrow grazed her ear and cheekbone. It stung like a thistle leaf, a small piece of mother nature with razor sharp edges. Maeve grunted as she swiftly hopped over a large tree trunk laying in the forest. Another arrow flew.

    "Get back 'ere ya wench!" Another arrow. She ducked, the piece of wood flying straight over her head. They were rounding her area now and the moment one of the men jumped over the tree trunk, she pulled out her dagger lightning fast and carved a deep cut across his stomach. "Ya bastard! Yer gonna pay for that, ya witch!" Their freakish foreign dialect was giving her a headache. She was completely over her head when she thought about making some kind of deal to make them forget this encounter even happened. Maeve jumped up and tried to run out of the area, but the foreigners bested her.

    The young rogue suddenly felt a strong tug. Something thick hit her ankle and within that moment, she landed in the mud face down. She let out a groan. "Ah." Her hand went down to where her stomach was. A medium sized stick poked her stomach a little too hard. That was bound to leave a nice purple greenish bruise. Her head felt light. She hadn't been very good at salvaging the last of fresh water in her canteen. Maeve, completely unrecognisable now by the mud she carelessly sloshed in, frustratingly began to stand up. Her hand searched for something nearby to hold onto and help keep her steady. "Dammit."

    "Is this 'er, mate?"

    "Aye, Dario. Even with all that mud, she still looks like 'er."

    Maeve could feel the tip of a blade forcefully pressing against her neck. She let out a small chuckle of amusement as she wiped the mud off her face. "Oh no boys, you caught me," she spoke half-halfheartedly, pretending to be surprised at the capture. "What ever shall I do?" The main male, short and stubby, seemed to catch onto her mocking. "Yer gonna surrender to us, that's what," he responded brusquely, poking her neck even further with the sword, "Lay down yer dagger and we won't kill ya." She let out a self-deprecating laugh. Damn these humans. "See the thing is, I don't want to surrender."

    "Kill the damn fool, Robbie!" Slater, one of the other men cried out, shaking his fist in anger and agony. He was a wee fellow. The man appeared as if he was about to break down in tears. She was certain he'd break his teeth if kept gritting them like that. "She ain't gonna bow down to the likes of us!" Maeve gave a huge sigh of defeat. "You should probably listen to him, you know. I'm a wanted woman." Robbie, the main male, lifted a bushy brow at her. "Now listen 'ere little lady," he spat, "His Majesty wants you alive. Now, yer comin' with us, or we slit yer throat."

    Maeve had been on the run for years. It was a miracle that another band of scalawags came searching for her. The bounty was a large one though, so she couldn't blame them. Maeve smiled as if she'd just seen an angel, and nonchalantly slid down into the mud again. "Mm, I think not. Do you want some mint, by the way?" she questioned, holding up a small green leaf with smooth edges and creases. "Your breathe stinks." He pushed the sword in further and she felt something run down her neck. Blood. He wasn't messing around.

    "Sorry for being blunt," she mumbled under her breath. "I just thought it'd be nice to freshen up your breath for the ladies." She sat wistfully, giving the small group of... eh, not merry men- more like angry men, a big smile. They narrowed their eyes and scratched their asses. One even decided to pick something out of his tooth; steamed corn from his fairly recent meal. "Why aren't ya doin' anythin' 'bout this? Fight back, ya bloody woman!" piped up Slater, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. He was clearly not enthusiastic about Maeve's casual gestures to those who were about to turn her in as hostage to the elven king.

    "Yer jus' sittin' there, girl! Ya don' care, do ya?!"

    "Why, you haven't even tied me up yet? What are you chubby little men waiting for? The Gods to come and grant you safe passage? Me to suck your tiny little cocks? Get on with the show, for Gods sake. You're terrible at kidnapping. Terrible, terrible, terrible."

    "Tie 'er up, Dario."

    A stocky man came to her side with a rope and Robbie turned to focus his attention on the other men. She smiled at Dario as she willingly allowed the man to begin tying up her hands. Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief. He seemed to be having a little bit of trouble. "Oh, don't forget my ankles too, so I don't run away." She gave him a charming grin and she could see the faintest hint of a blush crawling up his neck. Maeve glanced around for her dagger. "If you think you're gonna leave, think twice," Dario told her sourly, fumbling with the large rope. She shook her head.

    "I'm just feeling hopeless and scared. You guys caught me," she mumbled, the innocence all too fake. She caught a glimpse of something shining in the dirt. She stuck her leg out to try and bring the dagger to her, then leaned in towards him, as if she were about to plant a kiss on his lips. "Hey, you got something in your hair," she murmured. "Oh? I do?" The man was caught off guard for a brief moment and she found her spot.

    "I think it's a leaf, let me..."

    The sudden grunt of Dario satisfied her cravings. His eyes were wide as she drove her dagger in deeper. "Don't speak, shhh." She pretended to lay him down to sleep as he silently fell in her arms. The forest became quiet. "Dario?" Robbie and his men noted the abrupt silence. A sudden whoosh in the trees put them on high alert. Robbie and his men turned to look back where Dario had been tying up the elf, but there was nothing but a bloody friend and rope laying on the ground. Every single man scrambled to search for Maeve, but it appeared she was gone.

    "Get back out 'ere, ya son of a- Oof!"

    The rogue swung down from the tree above and knocked him off his feet, then sliced him across the neck. He spurted blood and she laughed merrily as another came after her. "Try thinking twice before coming after this wench, you sons of a bitches!" The men, fierce and thirsting for revenge, charged her with their weapons. All of them had a sword or a dagger of some sort. The other three were dead on account of her blessed actions. She dove out of the way just as one of the men swung his blade at her. He had a good arm on him. "You whore!"

    "Actually, that was me in another life."


    Robbie was growing tired of her silly games. He wouldn't be mocked by the girl who thought she was so high up on a damn ranking system. "You murderous traitor!" he scowled, swinging his sword at her. She dodged him again. He pulled his arm back again as she jogged backwards- something she became skilled at on rocky terrain- and the cool touch of metal hit the back of her neck. The blade. She knew if she stepped back any further, she'd become a roast elf on a spit for the king's evening meal. She let out a small scoff. Robbie walked to her and put his blade against the front of her neck. "Ah, so you're good at playing the game, it seems," she spoke heartily. "Good, good. You caught me... again." Robbie growled, "Any last words, elf?"

    She searched for something to say, something to make the Gods heed her dying words, then let out a sigh of relief.

    "Thank the Gods someone's here."
     
    #19 circe, Sep 7, 2016
    Last edited: Sep 27, 2016
  19. The sun beat down on the back of her neck, warming up her body as she walked out to the car. Her five year old daughter scurried along and was already waiting for her by the time she got to the driver's side. "You're a fast tyke, aren't ya?" she praised, unlocking the doors. Amberly dove inside and buckled herself up. Erika closed the passenger door and climbed in herself, starting up the bright red Chevrolet, then buckling her own seat belt.

    Saturday mornings were calm and somewhat of a relief for Erika. Her husband usually spent the whole day sleeping after staying up so late on Friday. It was like temporary security- you had a helmet on for a brief time, but once you took it off, you could get a blow from anywhere. Other times, Erika didn't even have time to put on her armor and say something to the likes of him. She drove off to the child's clinic.

    Today, her daughter would be getting a checkup and two shots- one for varicella, the other for rubella virus. They arrived at the hospital. The door was wide with black frames. It slid open automatically as her daughter approached it, Erika following close behind the blond-haired toddler. She signed her daughter in, then let the youthful gal drag her to a seat close to the small play area they had for the small children.

    Erika stared at her child for a brief few moments. She looked so happy to be here, she could only wonder if she felt the same when she was at home. There was a wooden train set, complete with blue, red, and green freight cars, pound a peg, and a cute little rocking horse with red rope for the reins. The air was cool and Thomas the Train Engine chugged across the tv screen opposite from Angelina Ballerina. "Amberly Clarke."

    Mother's head shot up at the familiar name. Amberly put down Dr. Seuss and ran to the nurse. She was wearing a nice, dark blue pair of scrubs. "Welcome, Amberly. Mrs. Clarke. I'm Nurse Kaja. How're you both doing today?" Erika smiled a little when Amberly spoke up a little, questioning what she was doing here. She was always a curious thing. "You're going to get a check up today, Amberly," the nurse told Amberly. "What's that?"

    "The doctor is going to make sure you're healthy. He'll listen to your heart and check your ears," Erika responded cooly, walking a few steps faster to arrive at Amberly's side. Her daughter was getting stronger and faster everyday. "She's a sweet child," Kaja praised Erika, opening a door into an office. "I need you to sit still darling. I'm going to check your blood pressure, okay? You're going to feel a tight squeeze around your arm."

    "Will it hurt?"

    "It doesn't hurt."

    The walls were covered in vibrant pictures. A blue and purple octopus with green suction cups caught Erika's attention. The seaweed was colored pink and yellow, the sand a nice tan, and a small rainbow fish on the left of the octopus. They were floating in a blue ocean and Erika's eyes moved to the crab next, then landed on her daughter. Erika sat down in the chair next to her just as the nurse took off the blood pressure cuff, then entered the numbers in the computer.

    Erika crossed one leg over the other, trying to get used to the sound of squeaking leather as Amberly climbed onto the chair, then slid off, repeating the cycle a few times over. Nurse Kaja went over Amberly's medical history with a small series of simple "yes" or "no" questions. The dark-skinned woman then left the room, closing it behind her. Erika could hear the incoherent murmuring of doctors, nurses, and clients from the other side of the room.

    A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door and immediately stood up. A tall man walked in and Erika put on a bright smile. The small steps of a toddler could be heard as Amberly cautiously began to approach the doctor, then changed her mind and decided to stay at her Mother's side, giving him a shy smile. "You must be Dr. Paulson," Erika greeted, sticking out her hand to shake his. "I'm Erika Clarke, mother of Amberly."
     
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