Username:
kawaiihogoshatenshi

Posting Frequency: Medium
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Pretty good about checking the forums

Genre Preferences: Anything but school roleplays razz

Preferred Play Style: no preference

Rp Skill Sample:
Pale fingers clung to a pendant worn about her neck, tracing the grooves and the letters. It was the only thing she owned, other than an old bonnet and a blanket that she'd since altered to a dress. It was all she been left with, that day she'd been pawned off to an old judge and his young wife. They'd been looking for a servant girl, but not one to pay. They needed someone desperate enough to just accept housing, knowing they had no other option. So they'd given that old man who'd carried her away a few silver coins and she'd been left here...in Salem. She couldn't remember who or where she'd been before that. Her memory was a fog before that day, but really how much did you expect a five year old girl to remember? It was a miracle enough she could remember the day this had all started, much less anything else. What with the small meals and rough nights, her memory was all but lacking. She didn't complain though. No, she thought she had it good enough. Her master was a bit..frisky at times, but his wife kept him in line. And they were kind...enough. She didn't get fed well, but well enough not to be constantly starving, not like those people on the streets.

Oh how she pitied them, especially now with those soldiers running amuck. Foul beasts they were. She'd seen one kick a poor man in the face the other day.... He'd been bleeding and bleeding and she couldn't stop herself, but help. She torn her sleeve and held his nose tight, stopping the bleeding. It made her sleeves a bit shorter, but she didn't mind. "He has it worse," she'd told herself. And "If I don't help him, he'll die." Thoughts buzzed in the back of her head sure, thoughts about how she should leave him...how she should think about herself. But that look in his eyes....

Shivering a bit, she paused for a moment in brushing her hair and stared in the mirror the missus had lent her. Goosebumps were visible on her arms... She frowned, and continued brushing, trying to tame the fiery red locks into a bun. Someone was coming tonight, to meet with the judge, the missus wanted her to look nice for the guest. She could practically hear her words echo. "We don't get guests often and I'd like to change that. Can't go doing that with a servant girl who looks as though she's never seen water a day in her life though." It had made her laugh, no matter how bitter the aftertaste. She hated that woman....No...she didn't...she just..felt like she did...sometimes.
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My post length varies with each person. The longer your posts, the longer mine.

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