Jaco wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but he was aware when he woke up thanks to the intense hunger. Voices brushed his mind, but he couldn't focus on anything as he continued to push through the hunger and try to see. Something, somewhere, was dragging his mind up to focus, but he just didn't have it in him.
When had he fallen asleep anyway?
It was all so confusing, so worrying, but he couldn't address his needs. Instead, he found himself fading away again, the voices whispering and hissing in his ears as he blacked out.
When he woke again, his leg hurt more than his stomach. Finally, he was able to see, and he looked down to see weird vines covering his leg. All around him were these vines that gave him a nausea much different than his normal hurt.
As he was dragged by his leg, Jaco's mind was filled with buzzing. He understood his fate, he understood where he was going, but it was hard to accept. Eventually, however, he was forced to accept as his mind began to fade. He understood, and surprisingly, he was happy. There was no fear, there was not shame.
There was no hunger.
He just was, and that was good enough.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:10 am
[ VICTIM (MARIA) POV ]
Maria was dreaming. She could tell right away. It was like a memory jar, filled with her thoughts from before, and after. It all revolved around Day Z, the big transition to something new. As she sat there and watched, laughter and tears filled the space of her memories. That is, until they began to fade into three single doors. Looking around slowly, she approached the doors.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: BLACK DOOR ]
Moving to the black door, as soon as she touched the wood the door sprung open and she flew through. Her vision was filled with memories, a world created by what she knew and loved. It was all something she enjoyed, and she easily created a fantasy that she knew she would love. She was the queen of this kingdom, and the subjects were there for her bidding.
Suddenly, her mind was filled with a disdain she never knew. Her heart grew cold, and she looked down upon both those who followed and fled. She quickly manipulated her allies, and destroyed her enemies, all without a bat of her eye. A cold smile that never reached her eyes was permanently etched on her features.
She was a god, and she was in control.
Suddenly, everything was shattered, including the feelings she had. She was left with a room with three doors, and quickly moved to another.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: GOLD DOOR ]
Once again, as she touched the door, Maria was swept in to another fantasy. It was the same feel as before, a reminder of her memories and her wishes for the world. This time, she was a different sort of ruler. She was born into her position, and had a respect for those and earned it in turn. Around her, people grew and were happy.
As she aged, she felt acceptance. She felt appreciated and felt like this was how it was meant to be. Her people were dying, but they were happy, and the land thrived.
As the dream shattered, she felt happy.
The world faded in, and she was left looking at a single door. This was it, it was time for a final decision.
Noemi groaned as she woke slowly, her eyes fluttering. She didn't remember falling asleep, falling asleep...falling so far asleep. Where was Milo? She remembered him. The back of the car, the civilians. The undead.
It was cold. She was missing her coat. Was she missing her coat? She couldn't remember and it made her irritated, irate. What was wrong with her.
"W...What?" She jumped at the voice and then looked around. The words danced in her mind, as if she was seeing them, not hearing them. She could feel herself blacking out.
"A...Awakening." She flinched. She flinched again as she felt the sharp dull pain in her leg, looking down to see vines thick and coiling. Staring at them made the pain worse, so she looked away. She didn't fight, because there was nothing left to fight.
She joined it as one.
She was no longer Noemi.
She was a No...Me.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:23 am
[Victim POV - White door]
Alex didn't mind dreams, they were...he thought...home videos for when you were asleep! Except when they were like really shitty home movies that suddenly had you building go karts in the middle of the sea, underwater with lamps and something else stupid that doesn't BELONG in the sea. Or building a Go kart.
As such, when the door appeared, Alex felt himself gravitating to the pure white. Pure light. Pure.
As he entered, the room changed to accommodate his wants and needs. It was lined with cheesy comics and cop movies. There was his uniform, hanging up in glass. He knows he's been here for awhile. Months? he's been watching the same car chase for months, he thinks. His first bust. Maybe he could play a board game-
"That'd be boring by yourself." She sits across from her. Bright red hair tucked in a canadian beanie. Blue eyes that are as soft as the summer sky. A nervous smile. "Why don't you come with me? I'll show you something better!"
He goes, anything to leave here, with her. He'd follow her to the end. She shows him food, and love and light again. So much. He joys in it. He lives in it. But the cake he taste is suddenly destroyed, the touch of color burst and leaves into monochromatic schemes. He loses the joy.
He turns to look at her and see's her face twisted, in this dream. Twisted and demanding. They want only him.
Being a king was different. He didn't often dream of himself in power. Much less power handed down to him by lineage. It was a shame. He'd be a good king. Maybe.
The subjects he loved and they loved in return. He did not ask to be a god, but couldn't wish to be a peer. He was their ruler. He lives to please them, and all the while, maintain the barrier between him and people.
He is a watcher. That is all.
Time passes, he feels nothing special. He is happy, and sad. Perfectly balanced. When he passes, he notes that the world goes on.
As it always will. The world goes on.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:33 am
[ rescuer pov ]
Had he taken another nap? It was possible, he had been tuckering himself out quite a bit doing battles. It was the best sort of ache to the saurian, the sweet soreness of pulled limbs and battered heads, but even Wrex was starting to grow tired of it. It seemed less a stream of victories and more little nudges against the tide of enemies that would overwhelm him otherwise. It was bad enough that he had to fight with a cooking instrument in order to overpower his foes rather than through the brute strength of his own tooth and claw; it was so much worse that there was nothing he could do to fight against even the giant pony thing, that he had engaged and failed and then, sin of all sins, fled.
And now, it seemed, Wrex was lying on the ground. No, not lying. Dragging. He blinked blearily just as something forceful entered his head.
"They did not tell you."
Didn't tell him what? Didn't tell him that he should have never tried hugging a human in the first place? What would his Clan think if they had known?
"I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality."
It was talking burning circles in his head, and it was starting to piss him off. But it took everything in Wrex just to stay conscious, which was even more annoying. He hated tricks that put him at such a disadvantage, or really anything that wasn't a straight up duel to determine who won. Not that he would have against this thing, but it was the principle of the matter. He tried to snarl his own response, but--
"My knowledge increases. This is my awakening."
And with it, Wrex lost all ties to himself, and a lost little monster came home to a collective that didn't, for once, question his existence.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:34 am
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[ DREAM SCENARIO: BLUE DOOR ]
Keeping abreast of all that fought to destroy balance in the world was a tough job, but she had been born ready. (Or perhaps created? She had been at this for too long to remember anymore.) With a sharp tongue and a dirty mind, it was easy to disguise herself amongst the common folk as another lecherous entertainer, but when she spotted a country beginning to overturn another, she shed her identity and became a guardian once more.
It had been so easy to lose herself in those ensuing celebrations, to be amongst the life and blood that burned so brightly. It had been equally so easy to miss how with each passing fight, it became a little harder to remember that joy. How every conflict began to meld into the same vye for power, over and over again, until it became near impossible to remember which side needed to be kept in check the most aymore.
Had she helped them at all, in the end? Or had even her barest of nudges sent the world careening in every other direction regardless? She no longer knew, and in the end, frighteningly, it became more and more difficult to remember how to care.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: RED DOOR ]
They turned to her because she could do the things they couldn't. The horrible things, of course, were not meant to be done by the weak. It was not bias or malice, it was simple fact. The wheel turns--the weakest, those who could not adapt, were crushed--and a new generation rose in its ashes.
Thus spoke War, again and again and again.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:36 am
[Rescuer POV]
Arrakis did not remember much. The last he really remembered was carrying a girl who'd fallen unconscious. Now he was waking up to this voice reverberating through his skull. He was shivering so hard he was shaking, and that combined with the presence in his mind to lead him to wrap his arms around himself, nails digging into his own shoulders through his shirt. It took every part of his being and then some to resist blacking out again when he started making out actual words being spoken to him. Knowledge? Awakening? ...Weapon?
Then, even his best efforts weren't enough and the blackness swallowed him up again.
Then, it spit him back out with the first "thump". He didn't have time to drag himself to proper thinking capacity before that pain tore through his leg. Arrakis didn't know if he made a sound or not as he reeled from it, shaking as he cracked an eye open. He realised then that he was being dragged, the rest of his brain uniting enough to send that much information to him--the feeling of the floor passing under him and his shirt bunching under his arms, his back making contact with the cold surface under him.
That made his shivering worse, a gasp tearing from his throat between that and the pain in his leg. He only got a glance at what he was being dragged towards before having to look away or else risk losing whatever remained in his stomach from a meal that seemed like lifetimes ago. Maybe keeping his eyes closed was the best course of action. The humming was turning into a roar.
Another gasp tore out, or maybe it was a sob, as he felt that understanding crash into him. Something deep within him, what made him him, recoiled in horror. Then, grabbing at every memory, every image, as they began to pull away. Like water through a sieve, he tried to hold onto them, to hold onto himself. Like water through a sieve, he was failing.
Everything was so cold as Emet opened her eyes. She was asleep?....when? Was she ever awake? Words echoed in every fiber of her being, it hurt. There was an irritating buzzing that she couldn't ignore and her body was too tired to move. The next wave of voices had sent her mind back into the darkness... back into sleep. She awoke to a sharp pain digging into her leg, she half consciously looked. Vines? She was being dragged closer to the core. It hurt worse when she looked at it, she shifted her gaze to the ground.
When would it stop? It wouldn't, she knew that know. This is what she was made for... to become part of it. Nothing else mattered... nothing else? What was there anyways... She was nothing. Her eyes began to close, feeling herself slipping. An image flooded her being, "A..ver..y.." She mumbled, she weakly reached out to grab at something... like he was there. She had to help him, he was so young still... she.. they were.. re.. her mind started to slip again. What were they?..They?...who?... Her inner conscious tried to fight, it still fought even after her world went black.
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Name: Emet Faction: Reaper Subspecies/Division: Grim Reaper General appearance: Emet is a 5' 7" tall female with platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes. She primarily wears a black hooded cloak over her black corset with a belt and knee high black boots. She wears fishnet stockings, black gloves and has two animal skulls attached to her belt. She wears her hair in a half pony tail with a hair clip that has three fangs on it. She wields a scythe thats blade is a giant fang with a matching skull embedded where the blade meets the handle. The handle has black gripping and at the butt of there weapon there is golden orb like decoration with a point. HP: 30/30
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 1:01 pm
[VICTIM POV]
[DREAM SCENARIO: WHITE DOOR]
Ruia dreamed, recalling everything from her first day of school to her first crushes, her first day of high school, her last day of high school... Going off to university, missing home terribly and throwing herself into her studies as a result. She made a couple friends here and there. She was pretty sure, anyway.
Then day zero swept that all away, and then there was hunger, fear, desperation. She had been glad for the others who had stayed at the university. Even if she had never gotten a chance to befriend any of them. The comings and goings of the other students had become comforting to her in their own way. Activity that, itself, was familiar even if the reason and nature behind it was something new and terrifying. Undying were strange, but the sound of doors opening at all hours, conversation, it was like it had always been.
The dreams began to split and change, Ruia watching the doors that resulted with a mix of awe and fear. She wanted to open all of them and none of them. She wanted to slam them, tear them from hinges that didn't exist, lock them with a thousand padlocks, leave them wide open for anything and everything to flood through them. She wanted it all, every last bit of it. She wanted nothing, nothing at all.
In the end, she opened the white door, drawn by the brightness of it compared to the other two. She wasn't sure if she entered of her own accord or if it pulled her in. She decided it didn't matter.
--
Then, crushing isolation. Forgetting what it felt like to touch someone else, to hear their voice. No, not forgetting--never knowing. Knowing the euphoria that came with someone finding her, pulling her to freedom. Knowing the plunge into horror when freedom turned into another cage. She wrapped her fingers around soft wool, buried her face into clean linens, felt warm water course over her skin, only to lose all of that in the next second. She gave a cry of despair, then that too was taken from her. What? Why? How?
Them? Them?
She could only focus on them. Not the feeling of sunlight on her face, or the sound of laughter, not the joy of her own voice.
She ran and hid, the last sound she heard being their scream of rage.
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Character's name: Ruia Abreu Character's faction: University Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: [x] Jersey Number: 26 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes.
Laughter. So much laughter. Jay smiled to July, touching his hand with love as they sat at the table with Xia, Emery, baby Taylor, Clover and Tyler. Their family. There was a turkey in the middle of the table and an array of other delicious goods. July had smiled and was giving many reasons why they should have a baby together and that adoption would be an option.
The dream shifted to Jay holding July as he sobbed. He felt sadness and had tears of his own. The agent apologized again before leaving. Jay moved to touch his lovers cheek. Adoption wasn't an option because of July's history as well as what had happened to Jay in the past... their histories corrupted their futures. He kissed his lover before fading into blackness.
As he awoke infected were everywhere, he was running to meet July at the bathrooms. July ran into him and without even checking, he grabbed him and pulled him to a hiding spot. That was the day everything changed... Xia had been carrying their child for them and Jay didn't have one thought to go back for them... for their family. He looked to July in the dark room and held him, promising him that he will keep him safe. He squeezed his eyes shut......
Jay opened his eyes to silence, it was black... He looked around... nothing.. He turned to greet three doors. A Black, Blue and White door. He reached for the black before retracting his hand.. then to the blue. He stopped, looking to the white door. He... heard something... Jay moved to touch the white door's knob, opening it. It sucked him him, everything was bright till... He was just sitting in a room. He felt cold inside, alone, unloved... forgotten. It'd been like this for as long as he could remember. He just sat there, without a sound. All he knew is he deserved this.
A moment later, there was a voice. It... sounded so familiar. "J-July?" He asked as he looked around. The voice offered freedom, a place where he'd be loved. "Y-yes... I'll go with you! Please don't leave me!" He called out. He reached for the hand, following him into what seemed like a whole new world. There was a cottage with a river running by it and the vibrant orange sunset above. It was breathtaking. It felt of something familiar, something like... autumn. He pulled an apple from a tree and took a bite, "mnn!" It was delicious! His eyes filled with joy and happiness.. till he heard a crash and a THUMP!
Jay looked over to the tree on the ground and July holding an axe. He was breathing heavily and looked angry. Jay took a step back before looking away. He... didn't know what to think. As he moved to enjoy other things, July destroyed them all. He was yelling at him to look at him.. to only see him. Jay hid, crying to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: GOLD DOOR ]
Jay opened his eyes to see more doors, only this time... they were different colors; red, violet and gold. He reached for the violet one but stopped. He touched the gold door and opened it. He was whirled into it once again, there was a bright light.
He was younger, playing with his best friend. They were sword fighting with wooden swords. He called out to July with a smile, taunting him. The other fought back but in the end, Jay struck him down. July sat on the ground, his eyes welling. Jay smiled brightly to him and held his hand out to help him up. "Great job, you're doing well." He encouraged, "No matter your past... You can change your future." He told him as he helped his up. July smiled and waved goodbye as he ran back to his peasant house.
Jay blinked and he was at a funeral, his Family's. His father had gone crazy and murder his mother and sister before ending himself. Jay had been out training with his father's men. Jay wiped the tears from his eyes, standing tall and speaking to his people. He was only a teen but he was ready to run this kingdom.
His life faded into adulthood, looking to his husband which his people didn't quite support at first. He had changed the kingdom and his people were happy. He made sure his people were fed well and helped them when they needed it. He cared about all his people and in return, they loved him. He'd set up yearly balls for all of the kingdom to come. He'd have food, drink and dancing... overall fun.
Jay's next blink had a tear in it. He touched and looked at it on his gloved finger. He looked up to see his husband, July, being laid to rest. He was old now. He felt sorrow for his loss, he'd lost many friends to age... something he couldn't save them from. He looked at his kingdom; it was still as beautiful as ever. Everything was continuing on... even when the people he knew best hadn't. He touched his child's shoulder and knelt down to him the best he could, using his cane to help him balance. "Luka, one day... this will all be yours to care for... Your father and I.. know you will be a great king... my son." He told him, wiping his tears away. He'd done his duty as king. He kept his promises and made things better... everything was balanced. And soon, the balance would shift onto his son's shoulders... and it will be up to him to uphold it. A bright light pulled him away, settling him into another room.
Jay was his usual self again, looking to the only door. He hesitated as he reached for the door knob. He twisted and opened in, walking willingly into it.
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Infection Rate: 35/100 Character's name: Jayson "Jay" Slider Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:#131 Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Jay stands as 5' 11" and has a very athletic build. He has short strawberry blond hair and green eyes. He has sleeve tattoos on both arms and a small tattoo on his chest. He has piercing on his left ear.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 1:13 pm
[VICTIM POV]
[DREAM SCENARIO: VIOLET DOOR]
Being a guardian was the highest honour she could be given. Ruia found those who were wandering, confused, lost, and nudged them back to their proper course. Anyone that came to her, she helped. Sometimes, the causes she addressed were in conflict, but that was simply the nature of things, wasn't it? And so she lent herself to everyone that asked it of her.
Traitor, traitor... The whispers stabbed at her heart, left her crying but I gave you want you wanted--I gave you everything you asked for!
It didn't matter, and she screamed her fear and rage as they came for her. She screamed her whys as they struck her down.
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Character's name: Ruia Abreu Character's faction: University Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: [x] Jersey Number: 26 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 1:30 pm
[ RESCUER POV ]
Mox stirred in the darkness, a drowsiness set upon her like in moments of deepest winter. Her corneas opened slowly, but her vision was blurred, and tasting the air gave her little information to her surroundings except for that she was Somewhere Else. There was a fog in her head, an itch in her brain like in the weeks before she shed her skin, and though she idly wiggled and squirmed the itch only ran deeper through her thoughts and down her spine. There were thoughts, words that spoke in a voice other than hers, and it drove consciousness from her body and down into cold, cold sleep...
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Pain seared through one of Mox's legs, and her eyes snapped into focus.
Vines everywhere, vines on her, but the longer she looked at them the more the fog filled her skull and dulled her senses. She tried to reorient herself by counting the scales on her knuckles, the way she'd done as a child to calm herself when hiding, but she always lost count after seven--
We will be a valuable part of the continuum, even if we do not know,[/i[ she thought, and then reeled against the statement, trying to focus on the bright blues and reds on her hands. --four, five, six--
Vines continued to coil around her, pull this piece of the puzzle into place. They were starting to feel the warmth of their limbs again, out past the limits of scales and scutes and into the familiar thrush of greenery. The scales struggled, and suddenly they were assaulted with a flash of imagery, of warm stones and sweet meat and a number that kept counting higher--two, three, four--
What was there to count? They were innumerate and growing stronger still, strong like roots and branches and tails, keep counting, one, two--one--
Zero.
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Name: Amoxtli Faction: Halloweentown Suspecies/Division: Monster ((Giant snake)) General appearance: In her natural form, Mox looks like a giant California Garder Snake, but in her humanoid form, she is tall, thin, and covered brightly with scales, hairless and with beady black eyes. HP: 50
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Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal] Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing a tattered light blue gown made of cheap fabric, calling to mind a particular character from Game of Thrones. The dress is worn over what appears to be a comfortable sweater and jeans because nothing about Khaleesi's outfit is Canada-approved.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 1:37 pm
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Somewhere between the last memory Sorcha had of consciousness--which seemed so very far away now--and right this very second, Sorcha's body succumbed once more of the power of the pin, causing her to shed her equine form for her student one. For once, fingers and bare skin and delicate ears were unwelcome; it is very cold here, and she had neither the fur nor the insulation in this form as she did in her natural one. She tried to curl up to preserve warmth, but more than that, she felt a restlessness beneath her skin that didn't allow her to stay still.
Her ears pinned back and she clutched the side of her head as words reverberated through it. She whimpered, barely clinging to consciousness as the voice spoke words she didn't care about--she just wanted to go home, to curl up in a comfy chair with a warm cup of tea and a nice book and forget about ever volunteering for anything again. Fool her once...
The thought cut off abruptly alongside her awareness, a steady thumping accompanying her return to wakefulness. She wanted to go back to sleep because oblivion was easier and less painful, but something sharp suddenly grabbed her leg and she screamed like a frightened rabbit instead, thrashing instinctively to get away from it even though doing so made it hurt even more. Her efforts to scrabble forward were useless as the thing--a vine, she saw in a brief moment of morbid curiosity--dragged her inexorably in the other direction.
She looked around, wild and desperate, only to see the same vines everywhere. All she could hear above her own pitiful whimpers was the constant thumping and the white-noise rush of her frantic heartbeat. The sound steadily increased as the words repeated themselves in her head. Her panic slowly subsided though she knew she had to get away, to find safety.
Even that thought slowly became less important as the vine continued to drag her away. Everything faded away until nothing seemed to matter anymore. Sorcha eventually succumbed to the pull of the vines on her body and mind; it was easier to just give in.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 2:01 pm
[ Dream Scenario: Black Door ]
Lissa found herself hiding in a hallway.
But then, she'd always been hiding in one, hadn't she? A hallway or a broom closet or a craft store, she'd always ended up alone in some place of general traffic, waiting to be rescued or devoured and letting the fates decide which was better. She wasn't sure how long she'd been walking, or from where, but it had been long enough that her dress was no longer in bloodstained tatters. That seemed like a reasonable amount of time.
Her hallways was full of picture-frames as big as doors, snapshots of simpler times, happier times, more vivid and painful times that she'd chosen to discard along with everyone and everything else. Some of the doors had faces, particular moments., and others were more abstract, colors that made her feel nostalgia and hope and suffering. She avoided most of them, as opening one would be making a choice, but her eyes settled on a black door and in an instant the fluttering chokehold of anxiety settled to calm.
This was her door, she decided, pressing into it and folding herself in with the darkness. She floated down, down, down into the darkness and the cold, settling comfortably on a steel throne covered in furs. This was her domain, as had always been her domain, and with all in control she would never again be subject to apprehension or fear. The crown rested heavy on her brow, but then again, Lissa had always been meant for it, strong enough, hearty enough, even as her body ran cold. She'd been born for this.
And they would pay.
Those who had ever crossed her, forced her to humility, would suffer at the foot of her iron rule. Anyone who had ever made her feel small would too feel small, as her executioners crushed them without remorse. This was her world, her sovereignty, her creation and it would never be taken from her again, she would see to it.
She was Mother, and she would tolerate no disobedience.
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Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal] Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing a tattered light blue gown made of cheap fabric, calling to mind a particular character from Game of Thrones. The dress is worn over what appears to be a comfortable sweater and jeans because nothing about Khaleesi's outfit is Canada-approved.
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