Behold The Blood Splatters On White Washed Walls

Well hai there, my name is Lithium, Call me Lith for short, how do you do? A little to know about me, I LOVE rping but you have to hold my interest for me to rp with you at all. I have been rping for many years, I have a whole "clan" of characters if you will. But anyway heres an example of what I can write for roleplay

"The shadows of the night crept with eerie silence, many years had passed since this land was spilled with blood, yet the cries of the innocent and not so innocent could still be heard. A haunted land indeed. The battle that broke out years ago was just like any other war, fought from the start of a small argument, rage built up and attacks happened, planned attacks, ambushes, all of the sort. Many died, many were injured. Thinking back on those a day a strange young female traveled along the path that no one in the right mind would take even to save their own life. Dressed in a long black trench coat her raven and red streaked hair stood out in the pale blue moon light, knee high boots stepped carefully on the blood stained land. The young woman had a gun holster strapped to her hip and her hand kept right beside it almost seemingly ready to shoot at anyone or anything. A red corset specially made protected her torso, and chest and short made it more easy for her to move around in. This woman had a strange eye color, as her right eye was blue, and her left one was fire orange, the white of her eyes looked black.

On her way through the trees she had taken observations such as blood stains on the trunks of trees, though she knew well that this was a cursed land, forever to bare the scars of its past, it seemed untouched by wind or rain. Erosion did not play a part here. Unlike most who would be frightened she showed no fear but more of a sad gaze as she listened to the cries of lost souls. Leaning down she ran her finger tips over a blood stain then spoke in a gentle tone "None of you deserved death. Humans...I don't think they'll ever learn..." Rising to her feet she walked on, taking in every sight and sound. Coming across an old camp site she rummaged through it, only to find a mirror, so old the metal around it that made its shape was rusty "I am searching for myself in the rusted mirror I want to grab with my own hands now, because I believe you are waiting for me wherever I may be." With a sigh she unintentionally moved the mirror slightly. Seeing a glint of what looked to be a human, or maybe not even that she quickly hid behind the trunk of a tree that laid on the ground

Gun drawn she peeked up and spoke out "Who else is here with me? I came in alone and I know damn well no one else walks this path." Gritting the back of her teeth she'd rather not shoot anyone but if she had to she would. Pulling the trigger back she looked around, her guard was certainly up. Her thin build however made it look like she had no muscle nor force behind her even if she did punch though this way of thinking has lead many people to be injured or killed by her."

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