- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
"Was poisoned. See, a lot of people don't like what Miss Isabel is doing." Markus said, finishing up his side and starting to put away the cleaning supplies. "She's a very talented person. She can make medicines from herbs in no time. However, she refuses to self those medicines to large companies who she feels would abuse them. Instead she sells them to small hospitals that in turn gain a lot of money from treating people with her medicines." The chef cleaned off the dishes and started cooking another chicken as there was one kept in case he did something like this. "That's all I know about it. Why they would kill such a sweet girl's father, I don't know."