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I’m gonna start putting my characters locations by their names so I can keep track. No one else has to do it, I just personally like doing it.
@elishavet-pidyon @whalekeepernew character(s) :]
Brea Thorne, the library
Brea walked proudly past the shelves and tables, carrying her algebra textbook which was nearly the same size as her. Today she wore her favorite dress, her favorite red shoes, and a new red ribbon to match which tied back her dark curls. She felt more than ready to start her new school. She just needed to catch up on some homework first.
She scanned the room for a place to sit, but instead she noticed the moving shadow-like form of Benny Rabbit. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the two-dimensional cartoon race across the wall and pause next to a framed painting. It was a portrait of a stern looking woman in a purple dress.
She seemed important.
Benny grinned evilly, and, using his pointer finger, drew a curly black mustache on the woman’s face.
Brea gasped. Her pale cheeks reddened. Benny meanwhile doubled over in silent laughter at his own comedic genius.
“What are you doing?” Brea hissed at him as she began striding forward. “This is school. School is serious. You need to be— agh!” Just then, she tripped on a loose rug and tumbled onto the ground, skinning her knee in the process. Her textbook hit the ground with a thud and slid a few feet away. Immediately, frustrated tears began to well up, but she fought them back. You’re a fifth grader now, Brea. Act like it.
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Don’t worry. XD
Leo
His eyebrows shot up. A car? That helped the fight scene make a lot more sense, but-
Mechanical injuries. He blinked, grimaced, and slipped off his helmet.
“Yes ma’am. I’ll do what I can.”
He slipped through the door, softly closing it behind him. All was quiet. For a few moments, Leo let the calm silence of the place sweep over him and ease the adrenaline pounding through his blood. A sigh slipped out.
Golden light from the setting sun filled the western windows, turning the pews into warm gold. Leo smiled, scanning the place for Rory.
“Rory? Kid?” His boots clumped on the hardwood floor.
There. Collapsed beneath the Good Shepherd window. Leo slipped around the last pews and dropped to one knee beside the boy. His helmet clinked as it hit the floor.
“Rory. Thank God, you’re here.” Leo brushed dark hair out of the boy’s face, noting bruises and scarlet smears. His throat tightened. “Oh, Rory. Kid.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkFor those who may need to know; my characters will be back at the school in the morning (or as soon as is safe for them. I do agree that these agent creeps need to be put in their place)
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkHere we go!
Viktor (Library)
The book was thick. Too thick. Viktor rubbed his forehead where a sharp pain had started. He had not realized how much he had fallen behind in the shuffle between houses. Maybe if this was his mother tongue it would make sense.
He slapped the book shut. If he had to wait until Reúven could help him, then he had to wait. He leaned back to survey his table.
Math: done. Numbers stayed the same no matter the language used to explain them. Literature was done too because reading an ancient ballad on apple blossoms didn’t require knowing what a gerund was. That left science and history.
He picked up the history book and curled up in his chair. It was written like no history book he’d met before. Exquisite illustrations lined the margins of each page. He ran a mottled finger over the delicate features of a little girl. A sword gleamed in her hand, so she was probably the child queen the passage was talking about.
Children in war.
“— agh!” Someone cried out as a loud thud shook the floor beneath him. Viktor shot to his feet with a clatter of books that were not so carefully balanced anymore. He tripped on the English book but caught himself on the edge of the table before landing on top of a sprawled form. A girl by the looks of it. No sword in sight.
“Miss? Are you hurt?” He held out a hand to help her up. Not that any hand so scarred would be a particularly calming sight. He winced.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I feel like those two are going to get into trouble
XD Yeah probably, despite Brea’s best efforts
What does Viktor look like again?
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Good question! It’s been a while. Here’s a revamp of his old intro.
Viktor
Life is a confusing thing. When it gets turned upside down, it’s even more so. One moment you’re a young refugee in a foster system, and then the next you’ve been given a dream, a hope, and a nightmare all in one.
Basically what happens when you find your lost family, an incredible calling, and the distinct possibility that you’re a target in an ancient holy war.
Wears the school uniform, which I’m supposing is slacks and a polo/sweater shirt or button up shirt and sweater vest. He’d wear the latter, only with simple embroidery on the hem edges of his vest. (Think Norse embroidery.)
Has black curls(cropped short so it’s just very tumbly hair), black/brown eyes, and a lighter olive complexion. Is about average height for a 16 year old and on the thin side.
His hands are scarred. His right hand to the point of partial crippling/his small finger does not extend. Other scars are covered by his clothes. (There was a matter of a fire/incinerating bomb in the murder of his parents. It’s really amazing how well he escaped harm.) Note: He’s basically left-handed but in his culture, it’s rude to shake hands/take/give something with the left hand, so he naturally offers his right when shaking hands etc.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
(We can head back to school in the morning/whenever. Rory needs to be Leo’s assistant, right? Or are the two going their separate ways?)
Rory
Rory just lay there, listening to the steps. He felt himself go ridged out of instinct, but he didn’t run. Someone got down beside him and Rory closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. “Rory. Thank God, you’re here.”
Rory’s eyes opened and he held his breath.
A hand brushed Rory’s hair out of his boy’s face, and a slight shiver ran through Rory. He had never felt anything like that gentle movement. “Oh, Rory. Kid.” Leo murmured.
Rory didn’t want to look, because he was terrified it was a cruel dream. Slowly, he rolled over on his back and turned his head. Leo was kneeling beside him, a worried expression in his gentle eyes. Rory rolled away again. “Leo, why did you come? There’s nothing left. I’m tired of running and I’ve got nothing else to live for.”
(aaannnddd he hit rock bottom.)
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Has black curls(cropped short so it’s just very tumbly hair), black/brown eyes, and a lighter olive complexion. Is about average height for a 16 year old and on the thin side.
Ah… handsome boy. Whaley likey. 😏
…So you’re interested in making it to the school to make dance arrangements? I was under the impression you didn’t like the idea of a dance, but you’re free to ‘sign up.’
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I didn’t forget about the Twins! I told you I wouldn’t forget! My character still owes detention duty.
Seb
There was a small cough. The twins turned around to find Sebastian in the kitchen doorway.
He looked down at his baggy shirt, then slowly raised a hand. “Hi. I took a nap. …Sorry for coming late.”
The girls nodded. Eddie held out a washcloth.
Seb took a deep breath. “But, I do have something to make up for my lost shift.”
He ducked behind the counter for a second, then came back, lugging a gray-speckled puppy in his arms.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
The Twins
The girls both gave simultaneous excited squeals and scrambled to dry their hands and climb off their stools. The dishes were quickly forgotten.
“So cute!” Eddie said while petting the puppy’s ears. “Never seen this breed before. Only one head.”
“Is it yours?” Ellie asked
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I think Seb is forgiven XD
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Brea
Brea accepted the help up. The boy’s hand looked and felt weird, but Brea was enough of a lady to know not to point out people’s physical oddities.
She sniffed a couple times and pushed her hair out of her face.
“I’m fine, thanks.”
She scowled down at the ground, feeling the torn knee of her tights. At least it was hidden by her skirt. Explaining that to Mom wasn’t going to be fun though.
Brea sighed and retrieved her pre algebra book and set it on the table. Then she began picking up the other books that the boy had knocked over.
“I’m Brea,” she told him. “Is it okay if I work at the same table as you?”
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Ha, that’s what I thought.
I can’t believe I added this in the RP like 50+ pages ago. XD Felt like it would come in use for something. There are a lot of people who need to pet a puppy.
Seb
Seb cocked his head at Eddie’s comment, but didn’t say anything about it. “Maybe. He was on my bed in the dorm.”
He watched them fondle the puppy’s ears for a moment. He almost reached out to join their hands, but hesitated, and hopped onto one of the stools to work on the dishes.
“Do either of you have pets?” He asked.
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I think so to. XD
*Let’s him read that* *he blushes and is confused*
Viktor (Library)
“I’m Brea,” she said as she began putting his books in order. “Is it okay if I work at the same table as you?”
“Je… Yeah. Of course. I’m Viktor.” He grinned and joined her. His English book had a dent on the cover, but the more deserving of the lot had escaped harm. They waited patiently in their line on his side of the table. He picked up the history one again.
“Thank you. That would have taken a piece longer on my own. Sit where you like. It’s a big table.”
Well, big enough that he did not need half of it. He laughed a quiet laugh that was more something to be seen but not heard. Like those notorious silent letters.
He breathed in the scent of his book and tipped a glance at Brea.
“What are you working on- if you don’t mind me asking?”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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