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Echoes Of The Forgotten

Eh, not as good as it could have been but it's finished nonetheless.

”Why does my back ache?” (OoC)

I'll post sometime this upcoming week, depending on how busy I am. Sorry!

Echoes Of The Forgotten

Tall and fit, Zoe could be pretty if she tried. With her broad shoulders and short, dirty blonde hair she could appear to look like a male from behind, but her body is much slimmer then a males could be. Her legs are long and her arms are slim and somewhat thick. Her face is squarish, with large lips, a small nose, and round, gray eyes.

Name:
Zoe Richards

Gender:
Female

Age:
Twenty (Before abduction.)

Scar/Tattoo:
A circular tattoo is dug straight into the palms of both her hands. The circle goes out in six lines, the first five going up her fingertips while the sixth follows down the underside of her arm, up to her shoulder. Within the circle is a triangle with two lines going through the center (The alchemical symbol for blood). The entire tattoo is a deep red, looking as if it were actually a scar dug into her skin.

Powers/Abilities:
Blood Manipulation - The ability to control her own blood. While it helps with closing and healing her wounds quicker, it can also be used as a weapon. Once her skin is cut and blood is able to flow, Zoe has the ability to use it as a projectile. The blood can be formed into either thin blades, small pellets, and thin spikes. The attacks depend on her mindset, however, and if Zoe is emotionally compromised or panicking, the attacks can go out of control or not work at all.

Personality:
Some say artists should be mellow, quiet, well-mannered. Not in this chick's case. A very independent soul, Zoe finds working on her own to be a bit easier. She is very hard-headed and ruthlessly sharp-tongued, and if there was something that she needs or wants, she would not hold back at trying to get it. Sharp-eyed, Zoe can notice even the slightest things if she's looking hard enough. Despite her somewhat cynical nature towards people, Zoe was surprisingly good at seeing through people's facades and would always know if she took her tongue lashing too far. The type of person to act before thinking, Zoe isn't the most intelligent person, but she liked to believe in the right thing before the smart thing in most situation. Underneath her tough act, though, Zoe can be nice and sensitive towards other's feelings.

In a new, unfamiliar land Zoe is a bit more thoughtful, a bit quieter, and much more jumpy. Her eyes wander over everything in sight, looking for clues or inspirations. Her squeamishness towards blood and gore is obviously a large obstacle the poor girl, but she's trying her best, coping, steeling her mind.

Bio:
Born to your average white, Christian, middle class, Virginian family, Zoe had a good life. Well fed, well maintained, the only flaw in her lovely little life was her lack of interest in her parents' interests. They wanted a doctor, a scientist, a historian, while Zoe found her calling to be art, specifically painting. They wanted her to go to college and Zoe wanted to live in a tent on the beach in California with no worries for school work after school was already over. Just your average white, middle class, Christian family arguments. At least, that was the case until Zoe decided to simply run away from it all. After she graduated high school, she got a one way ticket to L.A and cut her ties with the family.

California wasn't kind to her. Zoe found that she would have to work odd jobs to live in her simple one room apartment, and while her paintings did sell very well at shows and street corners it wasn't enough to live off of. And, to top it off, she was diagnosed with anemia at a recent doctor's visit. What a life. Until she met this one guy, a fellow artist, a guy with looks even someone as cold as her could fall for. He was nice, friendly, and got her art into an auction. Money began flowing, art began to take up more and more of her life, and the guy grew more and more heavenly each time she visited him.

But boys, boy are no good. Near the end of their first year together, he shattered her heart, claimed her art was his, and even managed to get a few dollars (well, that might be under exaggerated) out from her. With no second thought she left behind the city of L. A and moved to a quint town further up, near Simi Valley. It was a small town, nice and sweet. Kinder. The jobs were easier and people still bought her pieces. It helped mend those wounds. Everything was slower, nicer. Better.

And then it was just black.

And then she woke up.

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The room was quaint feeling, to say the least. Everything was wood or cloth and it smelled of oaks and pines and ash, the smell of a forest fire. Feeling around, Seda discovered that some of the furniture was engraved with intricate patterns, feeling smooth then rough under her slender hands. An image of elves and dryads and other fae entered her mind, carving their designs into the wood with fixed concentration and utter beauty forming at their fingertips. The bed was the largest piece in the room and Seda was sure to use it as soon as the room was unlocked for her. Stripping down to merely a ragged cloth undershirt and shorts took a mere second, and then she was under the soft covers and forcing her mind to shut down and unwind. To forget about her horrible experience and to just be thankful that she was alive.

The nap she took lasted for a few minutes, sadly, as her body was too giddy to lay so still for any longer and with slight annoyance she sat up and kicked the covers off. Seda slowly pulled her legs up to her chin, hugging her knees as she began to plot. Now, this Inn was in the middle of the open area just outside. She had been brought up a spiral staircase to the second floor, and her room was ten steps away from that staircase. The hall had been somewhat narrow but not claustrophobic, her shoulders didn't touch the walls at all, and the doorway to this room was as big as a doorway usually was. The floor underneath her feet was wooden, planks perhaps, with little grooves where her toes would get caught at times. If memory served, the staircase would probably go up to another floor, and then on the first floor she had the distinct feeling that there was a whole other room. Exploring wouldn't be a bad way to spend her time. Getting a feel for the land was always a good idea, especially for someone like Seda. With her idea in mind, Seda grinned and slipped onto the floor, feeling around for the outfit that had been laid out for her. While the usual black and purple outfit sat beside her bed in a pile, it was too messy and ripped to wear comfortably. Hopefully the lovely Rosalinda would find the pile and repair it. With swift hands, Seda finally found the soft fabric of a tunic. Something was embroidered around the neck line, and it was floor length much to her distress. A long tunic, a basic dress. Dresses were hard to walk in. With a soft sight she pulled the outfit over her head, shivering a bit as the fabric passed down her knees and pooled around her feet in a silky wave.

"Easily fixed." her mouth reminded her mind, and she lifted the dress up just a bit to wander back over to the other clothes. After a bit of digging, she eventually pulled out a black belt and a thin black rope. With slight trouble, she hitched up the dress until she felt air on her right knee. The fabric was then bunched and tied with the rope until it was a tight knot. The knot sagged after she released it, and was then caught under and held in place by the belt. The mend was rather risque, giving the gown an asymmetrical feel as one side was held up to show off her right leg while it slowly slanted down to simply show of her left ankle and foot. Looks didn't matter to a blind person, though, only usefulness. Her legs were free now, her mind calmed with the knowledge that tripping on the hem of her gown or getting caught by twigs or ledges was long gone. Time to explore.

With a small tug, the door opened up in front of her. Warmer air swelled and entered the room, coming from where the stairwell was. With a small shrug, Seda closed the door and tapped forward with her walking staff, bare-feet smacking against the wood floor, counting her steps until she found the spiral staircase. Up or down first? Seda's blind gaze stared straight ahead as her head tilted, ears trying to pick out where the noise was coming from. Downstairs was rowdy, upstairs was quiet. Perhaps the floor above was just another hall full of rooms? With draining curiosity, she decided to go upstairs first, sniffing around. The same smokey, woody smell. The same corridor. Just a copy of the floor below. Every door was locked, Seda made sure to check (despite knowing she might interrupt some people if the rooms were taken), and with a final though of 'What a waste of time. she descended to the first floor.

There were people in the lobby, she realized, once her body was fully surrounded by the chit-chat of the entrance way. Her hand reached up to push her hair back behind her ear and straightened, holding the walking staff to her side like a mage or wizard would, trying to seem less blind as to not attract attention. To the right, Seda discovered that she could smell alcohol and food. Though she was not particularly hungry, curiosity drew her towards the smell. With a proud stride, she pushed through the lobby, under an archway, into a much bigger feeling room. A heavenly aroma wafted from the left side, and warmth pulsated from the right. A fireplace or large windows were the cause, perhaps. It had the atmosphere of a pub. She felt no eyes on her, and wondered briefly if the room was empty. Hanging around her wouldn't be so bad; she could soak up the warmth in silence without going outside. With small steps she eventually found a table closest to a window and got comfortable, leaning her walking stick against the wall behind her. She was alone, quiet, bored, and hoping, just a bit, that someone would strike up a conversation.

Echoes Of The Forgotten

Can I reserve a spot?

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Can I have a brief layout of the inside of the Inn maybe? Cause I'm going to have Seddy wander a bit and map out her surroundings. (:

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Disregard this post, sorry!

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kittenlover said
It's fine! Just thought you should know! :D

Fixed, sorry again! I should pay more attention >>

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Ah geez, I thought I read them all, must have skipped it by mistake! Sorry sorry I'll edit accordingly!

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Weak post cause I was kind of distracted. Sorry! I'll do better next time