Call me Hattress
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Call me Law
Daelyrie
Mina stole her, but I created her.
Age: 19
Appearance:
Full darkness. The tiniest flicker of flame would be enough to give her away, so she tightens her already white-knuckled fist and holds her breath as she waits for the right moment to act. She can see her twin rapiers dangling from hooks in the wall next to the door, just high enough that she would have to jump to reach them. No worries there, she tells herself, a half smirk making its way to her face. Reaching the rapiers would be no problem, it was getting to them and then escaping that would prove the challenge. She can still hear the voices of her captors - a band of wealthy brigands that hadn't taken too kindly to her attempted thievery a few months back. No matter. I will get out of here. Tonight. she promises, waiting for the hour when the brigands would be drunk enough that anything could get by them. She has spent her months of capture observing them, learning their habits and schedules, calculating her best chance of escape. That chance is tonight.
*NOTES*
Just as with Tess, Daelyrie is a developing character!
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"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise
than what it might appear to others
that what you were or might have been
was not otherwise than what you had been
would have appeared to them to be otherwise."
Mina stole her, but I created her.
Age: 19
Appearance:
Full darkness. The tiniest flicker of flame would be enough to give her away, so she tightens her already white-knuckled fist and holds her breath as she waits for the right moment to act. She can see her twin rapiers dangling from hooks in the wall next to the door, just high enough that she would have to jump to reach them. No worries there, she tells herself, a half smirk making its way to her face. Reaching the rapiers would be no problem, it was getting to them and then escaping that would prove the challenge. She can still hear the voices of her captors - a band of wealthy brigands that hadn't taken too kindly to her attempted thievery a few months back. No matter. I will get out of here. Tonight. she promises, waiting for the hour when the brigands would be drunk enough that anything could get by them. She has spent her months of capture observing them, learning their habits and schedules, calculating her best chance of escape. That chance is tonight.
*NOTES*
Just as with Tess, Daelyrie is a developing character!
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"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise
than what it might appear to others
that what you were or might have been
was not otherwise than what you had been
would have appeared to them to be otherwise."
