- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Genres
- Fantasy, anything.
Name: Fletcher
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Looks: He as brown small cloak. He wears a black musical shirt and pants. And he wrapped his left arm.
Bio: He is lied back. He loves to go hunting. He lives in the forest.
He walked out of the weapon shop. "500 gold for a bow. Never come back here again." He said to himself. He walked around the town. He looked in his bag and sighed. He saw a cafe and walked inside. He went to an empty table. A waiter came up to him and asked what he wanted. "I would like some water please?" He asked.
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Looks: He as brown small cloak. He wears a black musical shirt and pants. And he wrapped his left arm.
Bio: He is lied back. He loves to go hunting. He lives in the forest.
He walked out of the weapon shop. "500 gold for a bow. Never come back here again." He said to himself. He walked around the town. He looked in his bag and sighed. He saw a cafe and walked inside. He went to an empty table. A waiter came up to him and asked what he wanted. "I would like some water please?" He asked.