@whalekeeper
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Hey, that’s good!! I love it!!
The trench coat pose is definitely accurate. And she has the right expression, too. Thank you for working on this! <3
I’m having a hard time changing the mental picture I already have of her from the school RP. XD
I don’t know if this drawing is your mental picture or if it was something you had to form from what I said. But it’s pretty accurate to how I described her, all things considered.
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Have you had any time to work on that drawing? No rush if you haven’t, just checking.
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That looks pretty good! A chart made for roleplaying is a good idea. I appreciate the large bio section because I like having the freedom to add what I want. It’s also a good idea to have one chart with space for art, and another without.
Also also – I already knew that Baron fact! Not sure how I learned it before this.
The hobbies chart is the only chart that doesn’t work for me. I have confusing answers. For example, Barnes learned some shorthand from someone and is still learning. Does that count as calligraphy? It requires practiced strokes but it’s more clinical in nature.
It’s easier for me to create a list of hobbies for each character. Being specific puts my mind at ease. XD But that chart will probably work for most people.
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Lucille
Gabriel didn’t say anything. Lucy didn’t expect him to. The feelings tumbling around were enough to confuse anyone, most of all herself.
So she hugged him tighter.
Another door blossomed out of the wall behind Gabriel’s back. A worn brass knob was attached to it, and faded yellow paint covered the birch panels.
It was Lucy’s bedroom door.
That was unsurprising. She steeled herself for what she had to do – because this was the only thing to do.
She gave Gabriel a look before she took his hand, led him to the door, and pushed it open. They walked from one room to the next.
Golden light flooded their faces. The labyrinth enchantment was so strong, it was like stepping into another place on the opposite side of the world.
It felt like Lucy had never left. But it also felt like she hadn’t been there in years.
Simple and a little cramped, the bedroom looked as if it had been pulled straight from the apartments. Striped wallpaper covered the walls, and a bed lay beneath the window in an alcove, directly across from the door.
The room began to shake, the window rattling, and the unmistakable sound of a train hurtled past. A clothing hanger rattled on the wall, hanging by a spare nail, and a school uniform hung there. The collar flapped loosely; someone had ripped the fabric down the front.
Model cars, trains, and bits of scrap metal lay strewn across the floor. The signs of a kid playing and leaving a mess.
A person might think it was a normal mess. But they only had to look closer to know this was a frantic outburst.
The metal pieces were twisted and broken apart. A smashed lamp lay under the desk. The desk chair was on its side, the legs sticking out like a helpless animal in need of rescue.
“I didn’t clean up last time I was here,” Lucy murmured.
She stood frozen among the broken objects. At last, she began picking them up mechanically, sliding them onto shelves in her closet.
The closet’s back wall was riddled with holes. Some of the dents had streaks of dried blood.
Lucy hung her head and let the closet door swing open, so the other adventurers could see the damage.
Sometimes Lucy’s mind hurt in a strange way. Every sound and sight shocked her more than a roaring crowd, scraping into her eyes and ears. Her skin prickled, her school uniform constricted her, and when anyone touched her, she wanted to scream.
Some days she came home and felt fine. But on others, she couldn’t stand another moment of acting.
Why didn’t the other children feel like she did?
Why couldn’t they feel the noises, the bright lights flashing, and the sudden cold sweat of writhing inside your own clothes?
In those moments, the only thing that brought relief was to take control of her own room. Run in, scream at her parents to leave her alone. Slam the door behind her and become nothing but an explosive force.
This man Lucy had met, the Protector, who looked like so many of the young factory workers at home – he knew what it was like to hit something because he had to.
Everyone thought he couldn’t control himself. They thought something was wrong with him.
But somehow, he grew up to be a good person.
Lucy stood in the middle of her room, on the threadbare rug. She had opened herself up to be scrutinized. She fidgeted with her shirt, eyes roaming randomly around the room.
“Sometimes you wonder… what’ve you done? And it’s hard for you to be good without h..hurting inside your head, and hurting my… hm. Yourself.”
The words came out in jolted bursts.
“But you really are a hero. You can be one even – even if you used to make your mom and dad cry?”
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Cool art!! I like the long tipped ears. And your traditional coloring is good as usual.
Althea sounds like a fantasy name, so it probably doesn’t matter what gender it’s for in real life. As long as it’s not super feminine. I’ve known people to use female names for male characters and I don’t usually care.
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I wore that face today for five minutes straight because I figured something out and I’m so pleased with it, hehe
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I read that last sentence and I regret all my choices to emotionally torture this poor fellow
Lucille
Lucy looked at the fist mark once more and let out a shuddery sigh. She let go of her sleeves, which she had been fidgeting with, and bolted forward.
As Gabriel’s hands lowered from tying the ribbon, she reached him and wrapped her arms around his torso. She hugged as tightly as she could.
This was someone who deserved it, even if he didn’t know what this meant to her yet. He deserved someone to see this room and still hold him. She closed her eyes and buried her head in the hug, messing up her short, fluffy hair.
That’s what he was like… That’s what he was like… That’s what he…
Lucy locked her wrists together behind his back for extra strength, so he couldn’t pull away.
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I realize Lucy is being confusing. Hopefully it’ll make sense in a bit
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Why did this take me so long. This is like, the shortest thing ever
Lucille
Lucy had been standing still, and now she rocked back and forth slightly. “That’s… That’s what you were like.”
She looked from Gabriel to the fist mark in the wall again.
She smiled. Faintly, at first. Everything blurred and she found, by surprise, that a lump was in her throat. Her smile only grew wider until she was beaming, eyes wet and bright.
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