I could do Lies. I'll make her a bio pretty soon.
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my name is schorl, but you may also call me liz or serpentine. i do a lot of rps, depending if they catch my eye or not. most of the characters i rp with are based on things, like the zodiac signs, and et cetera. i look for roleplaying partners with good grammar, intelligent responses, but do give me a break and don't demand a whole bunch out of me. i do draw sometimes, and if you'd like my deviantart, it can be found here: limeyygrimeyy.deviantart.com
as lame and basic as i sound, i can be very energetic and into things, depending if you befriend me enough.
interests: steven universe, homestuck, hetalia, llsif, animal crossing, fall out boy, panic! at the disco, and drawing.
as lame and basic as i sound, i can be very energetic and into things, depending if you befriend me enough.
interests: steven universe, homestuck, hetalia, llsif, animal crossing, fall out boy, panic! at the disco, and drawing.
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I really am sorry for not being able to remain active. I just got back into school.
She looked up, and saw another one from the group standing nearby, asking her if she was okay. She brushed the grass blades off of her shirt and cloak and said, "I'm alright," and noticed that he picked up her ring. "Yeah, that's mine." She picked the ring out of his fingers and slid it back on her left ring finger. The wind had stopped again, but still a faint breeze remained. "Thanks for that," she replied, in a mildly awkward fashion. She dusted the remaining blades off of the back of her cloak.
Paige watched all the conversation go down with a smile in her head, but a blank expression on her face. She claimed that she hated communication most of the time, but she really truly didn't. It was just so interesting to watch humans conflict against each other, saying things, making actions...She'd really wanted to be an anthropologist before all of this started. She was too busy watching most of the people talk that she didn't have time to look down, as she tripped on a knotted patch of grass. She didn't fall all the way, thankfully, and caught her balance. She did, however, lose one of her rings. Her favorite one, to be exact. She glared at the ground with a pissed-off face and felt the wind pick up again.
Paige takes the knife while muttering, "Thank you," and kneels down on the ground, tearing through the fabric, watching the fibers release from each other. The fabric was very thick, so it did take her quite a while to finally tear off the foot of cloth hanging from the cloak. She puts it back on and finds it to be somewhat lighter, and is more satisfied knowing that the fabric is no longer dragging behind her.
(my apologies for not posting for a long time, my family was busy, and our wi-fi went out a few days ago)
Paige had made it to the clothing store without hauling her huge cloak. All of the clothing around her was interesting; very different indeed. She loved it this way, all of it was so unique, and it caught her interest quickly. Normally she wasn't this much into clothes shopping, but she couldn't help herself. She had decided to keep her cloak, but she had to do something about it, whether it be to find something sharp to cut the end of it off, or just to abandon it completely if she really had to.
She had settled on an outfit, however, consisting of a long cream white tunic with droopy sleeves, trailing behind her when she moved them, embroidered with dark blue lace, a dark grey pair of trousers, that were also moderately loose at the ends, trailing behind her like her tunic, and a pair of black boots that went up halfway down her legs. The boots had no heel. She also found a few rings to satisfy her other fashion needs, one on her left index finger, silver with a white jewel, one on her left ring finger, also silver with engraved symbols on it, and one on her right middle finger, light blue with a dark jewel.
She pondered around, her cloak still mildly bothering her before asking out of the blue, "Does anyone have something sharp? I need to cut something off..."
Paige had made it to the clothing store without hauling her huge cloak. All of the clothing around her was interesting; very different indeed. She loved it this way, all of it was so unique, and it caught her interest quickly. Normally she wasn't this much into clothes shopping, but she couldn't help herself. She had decided to keep her cloak, but she had to do something about it, whether it be to find something sharp to cut the end of it off, or just to abandon it completely if she really had to.
She had settled on an outfit, however, consisting of a long cream white tunic with droopy sleeves, trailing behind her when she moved them, embroidered with dark blue lace, a dark grey pair of trousers, that were also moderately loose at the ends, trailing behind her like her tunic, and a pair of black boots that went up halfway down her legs. The boots had no heel. She also found a few rings to satisfy her other fashion needs, one on her left index finger, silver with a white jewel, one on her left ring finger, also silver with engraved symbols on it, and one on her right middle finger, light blue with a dark jewel.
She pondered around, her cloak still mildly bothering her before asking out of the blue, "Does anyone have something sharp? I need to cut something off..."
"Sky Deer are rare, hm? That makes me like them even more," Paige smirked mildly and felt the wind dim down again, until it was only a breeze. Oh good, the wind was gone. The heaviness of the fabric no longer bothered her, as she was used to it by now, but she still disliked carrying it, and decided to let it drag. It's not like anyone would intentionally step on it, would they?
Paige should really talk more, hehe. But I'll bet she'll have something to day when the dragons arrive.
Paige, still having the wind slap her cheek, and crowd her face with strands of dark hair, closes her attention to the deer. At that moment, the wind settled down much more. Though Paige didn't have much to say about the deer, she spotted that one of the deer had been a pale blue. In her opinion, that made the deer ten times cuter and more unique. She gave a faint smile at the deer as she felt the wind pick back up, but a lot slower.
I haven't posted at all on the OOC section. Oops.
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