- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Horror, Romance.
[fieldbox=Angel Gregarious, white, solid]
[Location: Rohad Academy]
[Mood: Tense]
[Interaction: -]Angel stood in the midst of students she didnt know from jack. She and Galen were transported from the jungle, along with all the rest of the students, to the Academy. Apparently somebody got trigger happy and started killing without a thought, and so the suvival test was called off. It was annoying. Whoever had the audcaity to kill without a good reason was stupid. Angel hoped she could find whoever did such a horrid thing and put him to rest.
Within the crowd, Angel couldnt spot Galen. A surprising feel of dissapointment washed over her, but she shook it away. He was just her partner. She shouldnt feel that way about him. Angel shrugged and gripped her weapon when the Headmaster said only weilding would be used. With a sigh, she twisted the handle of her broadsword until it shrunk to the size of a cube, and slipped it into her boot. She had on her normal attire, a white corsette which showed off her curves, along with a long white skirt. She had decorated her long, white hair with multiple ribbons.
Angel narrowed her eyes as the captains were chosen. They stepped up shortly before once again melting into the crowd. She remembered passing them in the jungle, but had never known their names until now. She balled her hands into fists, feeling the little orbs of her weilds. They felt so small, miniscule, but they were capable of so much more.
She would in this game and make a name for herself.
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[Location: Rohad Academy]
[Mood: Tense]
[Interaction: -]
Within the crowd, Angel couldnt spot Galen. A surprising feel of dissapointment washed over her, but she shook it away. He was just her partner. She shouldnt feel that way about him. Angel shrugged and gripped her weapon when the Headmaster said only weilding would be used. With a sigh, she twisted the handle of her broadsword until it shrunk to the size of a cube, and slipped it into her boot. She had on her normal attire, a white corsette which showed off her curves, along with a long white skirt. She had decorated her long, white hair with multiple ribbons.
Angel narrowed her eyes as the captains were chosen. They stepped up shortly before once again melting into the crowd. She remembered passing them in the jungle, but had never known their names until now. She balled her hands into fists, feeling the little orbs of her weilds. They felt so small, miniscule, but they were capable of so much more.
She would in this game and make a name for herself.
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