- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Quite often
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Zombie, slice-of-life survival, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Modern, medieval
Valentine stood and brushed the sand from the back of his suit. Looking around he saw a few people, more survivors of the crash. "At least I'm not alone." he said, slightly sarcastic. Holding onto his side to stop the bleeding, he walked over to the others. He made it to a small group over by a tree, in the shade. He recognized a few of the faces. In his line of work, you had to be wary of everyone, everywhere. "You look like you could use help." he said, to the coughing girl. "Anything I could do?" he asked the general assembly of people.