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Sand, Sun, and Strangers Warm sunlight sparkled off the tranquil water. Its clear blue surface was tinged slightly red as the sun began to set for the evening. The only sound in the still air was that of the gulls' cries as they passed by nonchalantly. It was the kind of scene people wrote about in romantic poetry.
Blood stained the sand. The deep red of the fresh, pooling liquid matched his eyes. He lay there in stunned silence, gasping for breath, feeling the throbbing of his wounds. He was not supposed to lose. Ever.
And in his last moments of consciousness, as the crimson stain had drained from his body, so did the red seem to trickle out from his irises. Weiss's eyes went pale gray, almost white, before they finally closed.
A New Life He stared in awe as her eyes opened. It was something he had wanted for as long as he could remember... but had he ever thought it would really come true?
Aisuno was normally a withdrawn boy. But this moment filled him with such happiness that he literally shouted. It was like a child opening gifts on his birthday - except in this case, these were the works of his own hands. He turned to his uncle to thank the man for his help, but no words came out. His awe found him without the breath to speak. His uncle replied simply, "You're welcome." He already knew what his nephew wanted to say.
She was glorious. Her smooth, perfect skin shone dimly in the low light of their workshop. Her hair, long and illustrious, ran along the table until it curled gently up onto her left shoulder
Bio - UkidaUkida
『 The Guardian 』
『 At First Glance』
Ukida is a tall, well built woman. She dresses in a partial suit of plate armor with an ornate cape that hangs over one shoulder. Though her carefully styled, teal-colored hair suggests that she might be a cultured and proper lady, the large war hammer that she carries says otherwise. Her blank face and soulless eyes are unnerving to most people.
『 Protective, Emotionless, Unwavering 』
Everything that Ukida does is to protect her master Aisuno. She is interested in self-preservation, but only so that she can continue to live and protect him. But if she had to choose between his life and her own, she would sacrifice herself without thinking. The woman has an unnatural feel about her as she never shows any sort of emotion.
『 The Ups 』
o Her master, Aisuno
o Celta, her master's friend
o Her weapon
o Her fortitude
o Her skill in battle
『 The Downs
Draw Your Weapon He was tired of wasting his time. None of the loathesome people in this city had any useful information for him. At the end of yet another fruitless round of questioning, Riasu sat quietly at an otherwise empty table in the tavern. The only reason the swordsman had come here was that a place where so many people gathered should have been helpful in his search; having been proven wrong, he silently cursed himself.
That was until his fortune changed. When he had been walking around the bar, he had ignored the young woman who sat sullenly at the bar. But the more he thought about her, the more he thought that there was something... different about her. He couldn't quite place what it was.
Now, it finally dawned on him: she was not human. He wasn't sure how he could tell, maybe
Narrative OC Meme 2I decided to do things a little bit differently this time: each of these characters is from a completely different story. No pre-existing relationships to muddle my results this time...
I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Weiss – Weapon: Various – A young white-haired man with an unusual plight... he is possessed by multiple spirits, and he is unaware of what it happening to him. In a world where people don't typically believe in ghosts or the supernatural, he has had difficulty finding a doctor who can properly diagnose what is wrong with him. Each of the four spirits is nearly a manifestation of an emotion, and they are constantly wrestling for control of his mind: Crimson represents anger, Sapphire represents sadness, Verdant represents envy, and Maize re
Bio - Aisuno Caoru GoodwynnAisuno Caoru Goodwynn
『 The Timid Genius 』
『 At First Glance』
Aisuno's features are difficult to determine at first glance; his frail body is shrouded in a tattered brown cloak. Underneath are a tunic and trousers of dark green, in a similar state of ruin. His dirty, shabby clothes give him the appearance of a peasant. But a keen eye might notice under his hood his well-groomed dark blue hair and the pair of expensive-looking glasses that rests on his face.
『 Shy, Introverted, Intelligent, Determined 』
Due to his sheltered childhood, Aisuno has had extremely limited contact with other people. He would rarely even interact with his parents, who always seemed to be busy with other things. The one thing his parents took seriously about him, however, was his education. He would need to be brilliant in order to get into the family business. Aisuno thus spent the majority of his time studying and reading.
His recent circ
Lunch as UsualForeword: I highly recommended going down to the author comment to look at Weiss's profile before reading this. It will probably make a lot more sense if you do. However if you feel like challenging yourself with trying to figure out what is going on in the story (or you're too lazy to read the profile), feel free to just read this.
So, he had money today. As usual he had no idea where it had come from, but by now he had stopped caring. There was nothing he could do about it anyhow.
Before, Weiss would think about trying to figure out a way to return the money to its owner; it was obviously stolen, as he found it in a wallet in his pocket that contained a stranger's ID. But in a city bustling with so many people, how would he ever find that one person? Besides, who knew what he had done to get this wallet during the blackout. Whoever owned it might run screaming at the sight of him. O
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