Guardian Angel Haruki

Protagonist Drop - You Are The Main Character

I shall do so as well.

Protagonist Drop - You Are The Main Character

This sounds really interesting! XD

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Real Name: Kronos Age: 36 Occupation (If Any): Librarian Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age 23): Appearance - Today (Age 36): Personality Traits: Kronos was once an honorable and good natured griffon. He was often quite curious and was eagar to learn what he could from Yen Sid. He always kept his promises, and he was quite honest (almost blunt). He is also very intelligent. However, after his exile to Wonderland, he became bitter, cynical, and sarcastic. He has also become sociopathic, and has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Skills: Fighting (both in Human and Griffon form), Knowledge, Flight, Intimidation, Diplomacy, A little bit of magic and potion making. Biography (Before Earth): Kronos was found by Yen Sid when he was just a small griffon. The wizard took him in and taught the young griffon reading, writing, how to disguise himself as a human and much more. Kronos was curious and he wanted to learn about everything around him. The young Griffon was also willing and happy to help Yen Sid, in return for his kindness (for if Yen Sid had ignored the young griffon, he would not be here today). He used to guard Yen Sid's home when the wizard went away, or went on errands if the wizard couldn't go on those errands himself. When the villains took over, Kronos was ordered to go to Wonderland, but he protested, knowing that Yen Sid would need all of the help he can get. However, Yen Sid forcibly teleported him away and sent him to Wonderland. Biography (Life After Exile): After Kronos was exiled, he found himself in Wonderland, and after wandering the land for some time, he learned that he was slowly becoming insane. He found a library and with the books he had with him, he increased his collection of books over the years, and made sure to keep order so he wouldn't go insane. His companion in that library had been the Mock Turtle. He grew bitter and angry over how Yen Sid sent him away. During his time in Wonderland, he always have been able to avoid the Queen of Hearts. Other: ?

Once Upon a Time...

*~*~*Collab between YoshiSkittlez, Ghost Shadow, Tanderbolt, and I*~*~* Emerging from the Caterpillar's home feeling both relieved and burdened at the same time, Edric's mind was filled with questions. Was he really just acting to hide himself? Checking the gold pocketwatch he kept in his waistcoat, Edric took one look at the time before grimacing; he had been gone over an hour. Deciding to not take the scenic route, Edric couldn't help but smirk to himself as he took a single step forward and disappeared in a puff of smoke, suddenly appearing back with the rest of the group as if he had never left in the first place. Jefferson had started to stir from his sleep not moments ago, closing his already shut eyes even more before sitting up and opening them back up with a somewhat loud groan. Reaching to the back of his head, just as he had done in his dream, he winced considerably feeling the raw sting there, resting over the top of a rather sizeable lump that had begun to form. Keeping his hand there, as though that would help to numb the pain, he shot Edric a rather crass look, though it didn't last long. His scowl faded away as his lips turned up into a broad smile, unable to contain what he was feeling right then. Alice. She was alive! His attention quickly turned from Edric then as a thought hit him like a ton of bricks. It all could have been a dream, just as he had worried. Pulling his hand back from his head, ignoring the small spot of blood on his fingers, he pulled at the collar of his frock and plunged his hand down his chest, frantically searching until finally- Jefferson slowly brought his hand back out, within his grasp a small, silver key decorated with a small rose nestled into the handle with black leaves. A small chain attached to the inner workings of a clock fastened to the key spiraled it's way down the shaft, interlocking with itself over the bit. If at all possible, Jefferson's smile grew even wider and moved to stand up, though the throbbing in his head prevented him from doing so, sending him back on his ass, dropping the key back to his chest and held his head. "Alice! Alice! She's alive Edric! She's here!" Jefferson exclaimed enthusiastically despite being hit over the head with a blunt object by his best friend a little over an hour ago. His enthusiasm, however, was cut short when he remembered how Alice had referred to her brother, and his smile started to fade. "What did you do to her this time?" Edric smiled broadly as Jefferson awoke, completely ignoring the look he got at first as the Hatter quickly moved onto the truth. His sister was alive. "Perfect!" He exclaimed, running a hand through his mess of hair as a shiver of excitement ran through his very being. The feeling however, turned to a dead weight in his stomach as Jefferson asked his second question. What he did. His smile fading slowly, Edric clasped both his hands together slowly, letting out a sigh. "I...ran." He said simply, breathing in deeply before continuing, "During her execution. I couldn't watch, t'was too painful. So I ran, like a coward." He finished on a serious note, mouth twitching. "I liked to think she wouldn't remember...or at least.....I don't know. For years, I've tried to justify my reasoning. There was nothing I could do, but...I should have been there. What did she say?" He asked, a still somber look in his eyes. Getting himself back up (albiet slowly this time) Jefferson got back on his feet, dusting off the seat of his pants from the grass from his afternoon snooze, however his attention snapped back to Edric the moment he began to explain, for once being able to ignore the pain his head was giving him. "You... ran?" He asked, his eyebrows unsure whether or not they wanted to furrow or raise up in surprise. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be feeling at that moment, but what he was feeling was a sense of hurt, betrayal, and even a mite bit protective over his younger friend. He and Edric had been friends for years, since they could walk, the two had been inseperable and told each other anything and everything... but Edric had kept this from him and he wasn't sure he could understand that. Shaking his head, stepping closer to Edric, completely forgetting that they weren't alone, Jefferson sized himself up to his friend, looking him straight in the eye with an unreadable expression. "You left her. When she needed you most... you left her to die..." He said slowly, trying to push the images that came to him from his mind. He didn't want to think about Alice like that, not ever. He raised his hand then, making a tight fist and for a moment looked as though he was going to attempt to punch Edric square in the jaw but instead, he loosed a finger and pointed it at him accusingly, keeping his lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm beginning to understand why she doesn't want to see you... or why she doesn't want to come back to Storybrooke..." Finishing with a slight sneer on his upper lip, he turned to Snow and Killian and clapped his hands together rather jovialy and stepped over towards them. "Well now, we'd better hurry. Alice is going to have supper ready for us when we get there. She's not exactly patient, so we better get going." He said, waving both his arms in a sweeping gesture as though he were trying to push the two of them into walking just by using the air. "Oh, which reminds me..." Pulling his hands back to him, he used his right hand to roll up the sleeve to his brown overcoat a few inches, finding a small red line across the top of his arm. It was hardly noticable, just a small cut Alice had given him with a piece of paper in case the key didn't work that ended up getting covered up by his arm hair anyway, but it was there. "A-yup. Okay, don't piss off Little Rabbit when you go to bed. Noted." He nodded to himself and then looked back to Snow and Killian, blinking a few times as he didn't understand why they weren't moving. "Oh!" He exclaimed, realizing he hadn't told them where Alice was, and turned back to face Edric. "That's right. She's at your place. Big ol' mixup at the portal, The Queen hasn't laid a finger on her here. Lead the way, Sir!" He proclaimed in a slight bow, and motioned with his hand for Edric to begin walking again. "Yes...quite right. Come now, shouldn't be too far." Edric said to the others before walking off in one direction, the location of his old house practically imprinted into his brain. He wasn't going to pretend that Jefferson's words hadn't hurt him...but he deserved as such. Remaining silent, he kept his gaze either in front of him, or looking from side to side. Was Caterpillar right? Could he really change? He couldn't help but remember the first time he met Heather...he was harsh, cruel, and condescending. But he at least had dignity, had a sense of pride. Now he was little more than a flawed joke of a man. Sometimes he wished he could go back, or at least revert the wrongs he had committed. But he had to live with his mistakes, for now, at least. The question now was: could he face Alice again? Look her in the eyes and say he was sorry? Or would he run again and hide? Killian listened to the conversation that took place between the Hatter and the Cat. He was going to ask the Cat as to where he had been the entire time, until the Cat told the Hatter about what he had done to anger his sister. When Jefferson started to lead them towards where Alice was. As they walked, Killian sauntered up to walk next to Edric and he commented, "Leaving your sister to die...That's actually surprising," He then asked, "So where have you been, Cat? You seem happier, despite what just happened," Snow spoke up to comfort her friend. "Look, he's going through a lot right now, I know this isn't easy for him. He hasn't seen her in years, I don't think we need to be dredging this all up right now. Edric, if you want to take a minute to collect yourself, we all understand, I'm sure Alice would too." What she heard about his decision worried her, though it remind her of how he had been cowardly at other times. Snow made a mental note of it, as she did with every character flaw she saw in others. "I never said I was proud of what I did, blacksmith...but I did it." Edric replied somewhat sharply, though he lacked the defensive tone that came with such a remark. "I was meeting with an...old friend of mine. Perhaps I even encountered some old demons of mine, that information is mine to keep." He finished, cocking his head around to look at Snow, "No, no, I'm fine...thank you. I've had over five years to collect myself. This is simply the moment I've been waiting for. " Edric added, a tinge of fear to his voice, though he mostly kept a neutral stance. With that being said, Edric continued forward, more resolute than ever. Killian was silent after Snow White spoke up in defense of her friend, and he listened to what Edric had to say. Knowing that he wasn't going to get anymore information about what had happened to him, he shrugged silently and followed after Edric. Snow didn't say another word, but she did put her hand on Edric's shoulder as a subtle gesture of support. If he needed her, she would always be there for him, though she was not sure if the reverse was true. Not everyone had her same moral conviction, many people who appeared strong could reveal themselves to weak in times of trial. But she said no more, instead letting the young man be alone with his thoughts.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

*~*~*Alan Woodard and Morgan Reginald, Present Day, Lake Tahoe, Earth*~*~* Having gone to sit down on the cot after Morgan and Dominic had left, Alan had been staring blankly at the cement wall opposite of him, trying to push his past from his thoughts once more but the sobering visit had his mind running almost to full capacity. Sighing, he hung his head, absentmidedly running his fingers through his hair in an effort to dull the throbbing headache that he had become aware of once again from severe dehydration from the alcohol. Hearing one of the doors down the hall opening back up, he could only assume it was the 'hot mamma' woman that had arrested him, coming back for more information. He didn't want to deal with that either but it was better than the alternative. Morgan sighed through her nose silently as headed back to the cells, not looking forward to having to talk to 'Pinocchio'. After getting two other officers to back her up, she headed for the cells so she could get Alan Woodard to an interrogation room. She soon stood in front of Alan's cell with crossed arms and a stern look on her face as she opened the cell door. She said to him seriously "Alright. Now, I have some questions for you," Lifting his head up to look at her slightly, he gave her a tired smile, no longer feeling as well-rested as he had been just moments before. He had no sense of time in the room without windows, for all he knew he could have only knocked out for twenty minutes. But he supposed he'd find that out later. "And my answer is yes, I'd be more than happy to take you underwear shopping." He replied, his smirk growing somewhat as he let his eyes look her over again, still squinting from the 'brightness' of the light. She ignored his snarky comment as she grabbed the back of his shirt collar, hand cuffed him again, and she walked to the interrogation room with him in tow. Soon they reached the room, and had Alan sit in the umcomfortable chair away from the door, lights, and thermostat (facing him towards the one way window that showed his reflection). The moment Alan was seated, he rested the side of his head down on the table in front of him and closed his eyes, using his bended arms underneath him as a sort of pillow and exhaled an elongated sigh. The two officers closed the door behind the both of them, and Morgan paced in front of him. She took the heroin he had on his person out, (placed within an evidence bag) and she stated calmly, with a dangerous edge in her tone, "Care to explain as to how you got your mitts on this," Cracking open an eye to look up at her, then the heroin case he had procured recently and then back up to her, he finally just let his eye slide back closed and replied, sounding rather annoyed, "Care to show a bit of human decency and get me a glass of water?" Another officer soon came into the room with a cup of water in hand, and just placed it on the table before leaving again. Morgan gestured towards the water, and stated coldly, "There's your water. Now answer the question," Lifting his head just a fraction to look at the styrofoam cup of water, he reached a hand out and brought it to his lips, taking as long as he possibly could to drink it's contents just to get a rise out of the woman. Once finished, he crushed the cup in his hand, set it back down on the table and smacked his lips obnoxiously. "I want a lawyer." He told her firmly and laid his head back down on his makeshift pillow on the table. Of course he had to say that. She mentally rolled her eyes, and she shrugged saying, "Alright, fine," She knew what to do in order to entice him. She hoped it would work. She started heading for the door and as she did she stated "I guess you don't want that phone call then," Rolling his head around a bit so that it was upright, with his chin still resting on his hands, he gave the woman in front of him another look over, however holding the alluring gaze and was instead seeming to size her up. "Alright. You're hot, so I'll give you a bit of a break here. This isn't my first rodeo mamma, that 'one phone call' is complete and utter bullshit; something drummed up by the media that has stuck for some unknown Goddamn reason. We both know that my right to a phone call depends on the person assigned to my case... I'm guessing that person is you- I apologize -so the question here is... how much longer do you want to put up with me before you beg me to call someone to just put up my bail? I don't have a lawyer of my own, now... assuming you did your job right when you arrested me, you read me my rights, which means one will be provided to me by this lovely state of Nevada... and we both know that sometimes, thanks to this wonderful justice system we have in good ol' America, that could take up to a few weeks." He paused, letting his words sink in for a moment as he rested his head back down on the table again to close his eyes. "So how much is bail? Lets see we got attempted car theft, public intoxication... drug possession..." He paused, closing his already shut eyes tighter as he tried to think. "...carry the two..." After a moment he sighed and relaxed his face. "Fuck it, I can't think. Just call a bail bondsman for me, yeah?" Morgan stopped and faced Alan when he started speaking. She crossed her arms, and drummed her fingers as the man in front of her rattled on about what she knew already. When he finally made his request and asked her to call a bail bondsman for him like she was nothing more than a servant girl, she kept her cold gaze on his eyes, and she said to him seriously, "Not until you tell me where you got the heroin, yeah?" She wasn't going to let this arrogant prick get the better of her. "Found it inside the belly of a whale, and unless you wanna spend thousands of dollars of the hard-working, low-income class' tax payers dollars on a poly, you can't call me a liar. So there, I answered your question. A bail bondsman if you'd please..." He said, keeping his head down and eyes closed still, though using his hand to 'sweep' her away with a small gesture, unable to do much since his wrists were still handcuffed together. Morgan narrowed her gaze at Alan irritably, before calming herself down. She placed latex gloves on her hands, and took out an empty evidence bag, and placed the two large styrofoam cup pieces that had Alan's saliva and fingerprints on it. The law enforcement had their ways of weeding out the culprits. She started walking out silently promising that she would make sure that he went to jail. She walked past an officer and she said to him, clearly irritated "Give him his bails bondsman," She then went to forensics and handed the styrofoam cup and the bag of heroin, so they could pull off the fingerprints, differentiate them from Alan's, and run them through the system. After she was done with forensics, she went to an Officer Richard Hanson and she said to him "Ask him about his contacts, have someone come pick his sorry ass up," Officer Richard nodded and he said "Yes, Detective," He then went to the interrogation room to do as Morgan asked. Coming up with who the male officer could call for him wasn't exactly a hard choice. He only had half a handful of contacts in Nevada, and even less phone numbers of those people he could call. Mainly, it came down to the deck of cards he had (or used to have) in his pocket with the phone numbers of the girls he had gotten over the last week, though he doubted Daria or Annelise or any of the other girls he managed to sleep with at the lodge would give two shakes of a crickets tail about him... except Eliza. His visibly winced at that thought. He was supposed to be in bed with her by now, seduced her with a fair amount of alochol and cheesy romantic movies but instead he was here. Who knew how many phone calls he had missed from her by now; he still wasn't even sure how long he had been in here. Giving the officer directions about the deck of cards they had confiscated, telling him which card to find exactly where, the officer eventually got ahold of Eliza's number and called her privately from his desk, leaving Alan in the interrogation room alone to wait.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

*~*~*Collaboration between YoshiSkittlez and I as Alan Woodard and Morgan Reginald*~*~* It took Alan nearly a half an hour to regain himself. With the help of the alcohol, once his tears had dried he had pushed himself back onto his feet and simply began walking again. He couldn't quite remember what it was that he was supposed to be doing, other than it was slightly important, but the nagging feeling at the tip of his mind quickly dissipated as he passed by a 2010 Lamborghini Gallardo. Stopping himself mid-step, his blue eyes looked over the car again. And again. And again. Turning his head on a swivel, noting that he was particularly alone and the owner to the car was more likely than not asleep in their circular bed with a couple of hoes and a bottle of French wine, he knew that the opportunity was just too good to pass up. His fingers began to twitch, a pulse of adrenaline shooting through his veins as he decided then and there he needed this car. Impaired judgement or not, even sober Alan would have had a hard time walking away from such an easy opportunity. But sober Alan would have at least had the smarts to have the intentions of bringing it back. His thief fingers made quick work of the lock with the bobby pin he had used earlier as well as a couple of other tools he kept on his person that most of the time had something to do with one or more of his magic acts. The alarm was exceptionally simple to disable, he had seen quite a number of cars with this particular system, so all he had to do now was to pop open the plastic cover on the steering column to get to the wires. Humming to himself a bit as he reached into the car and popped open the glove compartment, he found a screwdriver inside and returned to the plastic column and began to pry it open. "I got no strings to hmm hmm hmm. Ta da da da, ta make me frown..." Setting aside the steering column panel, Alan squinted his eyes to see into the inner workings of the car, eventually finding the wiring harness connector that held a large bundle of different wires. The sight would have been intimidating so someone who didn't know what they were doing, but Alan was more than experienced. He started to examine the wires a bit more carefully, isolating the primary power supply for the ignition switch, ignition wires and the starter. Reaching a free hand to his back pocket, he procured a small pocket knife and flipped the blade open, getting ready to start stripping the battery wires. "I had strings, but now I'm free! There aren't no fuckin strings on me!" Morgan sighed as she walked back towards the inn. She had just gotten out of the police station, finished filling out paperwork for the arrest and arraignment of Mr. Raymond Wren. Paperwork usually took hours to complete, much to Morgan's slight frustration. But...it was still part of her job. Of course, she had been planning to go and get herself something to eat before going back to the inn. However, something, or rather someone, else caught her attention. She squinted her eyes to see a man, sitting in the driver's seat...hotwiring while singing. She walked towards him, and as she got closer, she recognized his face, and heard his lyrics clearly. Well, what the hell kind of a detective would she be if she just let him steal a car right in front of her?! She called out to him as she approached, not quite recognizing him as Alan yet, "Hey, Pinocchio! Step out of the car!" As soon as she had his attention she flashed her badge to show that she was part of the police, ready to chase after him if he tried to run. At hearing his true name, Alan rolled his head upwards a little bit to see the faint outline of what he was sure was a woman, silhouetted against the lone street lamp on the corner that otherwise cascaded her entire figure in complete blackness. Squinting his eyes a bit as the light from the street lamp seemed considerably brighter to him for no reason at all, he held up his hand to shield his face, still holding the pocket knife in his grasp and completely missing that she was trying to show him something. "Hey! Hey, you... you don't know me. Don't act like ya know me. Only m'friendsss can... can call me tha'... if I had any friends..." Alan slurred his words together, followed by an unnaturally high-pitched sort of giggle finding himself rather amusing. "Just, just gimme a secon' lady an... and I'll give ya a ride when it's your'turn, mkay? But we have ta be good little children an' wait in line, or... or The Blue Fairy won't be happy and frown. And she's kinda scary when she frowns..." The detective gave him an incredulous look, and she muttered to herself "Okay...someone's had way too much to drink," She glared at him and she said to him sternly and seriously, "Sir. Put down the pocket knife, and put your hands on your head! This is your warning!" She wasn't sure if he would comprehend and follow her directions, but she was prepared for the worst case scenario. Something similar to that of a giggle and a scoff came from Alan. Either his brain wasn't able to process that he was in some serious trouble, or he just didn't care. Either way, he lowered his hand back down, blinking a bit at the light shining into his face and picked the wire back up and started to strip it with the edge of his knife, going on as if she wasn't even there. "Hi-ho the me-ri-o! Tha's the only way ta go. I wan' the world ta know, nothin ever worries me!" Morgan sighed and shook her head and she commented "You really should be worried," She then grabbed the back of his shirt collar, and she pulled him out of the car, to the side of the car, in front of the hood, and slammed his head onto the hood. She pulled out her handcuffs, and she said to him seriously as she placed them on his wrists "You're under arrest for the attempt of car theft," She read him his Miranda Rights as she dragged him back to the police station (which actually wasn't too far away) "Hey hey hey hey!" Alan felt his body moving without his permission, being dragged out of the car and dropping the knife in the process. He let out a hiss of pain as his already cut and bruised face hit the cool metal of the car hood and again his arms were being jerked back behind him at a very unpleasant angle. Hearing, rather than feeling the cold steel of the handcuffs slapping down on his wrist, Alan couldn't help the soft chuckle that came from him as she began to push him down the street. "You know, if ya just wanted ta get kinky you coulda just asked, mamma." He said, trying to look over his shoulder and back at the woman who had taken a sudden interest in bondage. Soon Morgan had reached the police station with Alan. She emptied his pockets and to find that he had a necklace along with a few decks of cards, a cell phone, a pair of ladies' underwear, some trick quarters, a lighter, various other objects and a drug that she was able to identify immediately as heroin. Another reason for her to put him in a cell. Before she did, she got the photos and his fingerprints. She took out the picture of Alan that the security guard had given her and she nodded to herself as if to say that the man she had arrested was indeed Alan. She sighed as she started to get to work on the paperwork. Upon being shoved into the cell where his handcuffs were removed, Alan stumbled forward, tripping on his own two feet and went tumbling down onto the floor. Raising up by his chest, Alan blinked a couple times at his surroundings and rolled over onto his back, watching Morgan leave to return back to the front room where all the desks were and frowned. "Hey, if this is gonna work you gotta be in the cell with me, mamma!" Alan called out, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Pulling himself back up and onto his feet, Alan pushed himself into the bars, putting his head through as far as he could go to try to look down the hall and spot the woman, but wasn't able to. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Thats all I want, I just wanna talk. How come you don't wanna talk huh? You too good for me, is that it? HEY!" Getting nothing in response, Alan blew a stream of air from his mouth upwards to the strand of hair that had fallen over his eyes, attempting to get it out of the way only to have it fall right back in place. Taking a moment to think (or trying to) Alan realized that the woman wouldn't return to him by any normal means. Fine. He could do not normal. He could do it very well. "When you wish upon a star! Makes no difference who you are! I don't remember this part right here, your dreams... come true..." As he was singing, another man in a different cell threw a quarter at Alan's head and shouted "Shut up! I'm tryin' ta sleep here!" "Ow!" Bending over to pick up the quarter, Alan smirked and placed the cent into his pocket before returning to the bars and stuck out his hand between them, waving at the man who had thrown the quarter at him. "You are too kind, m'good sir! And fer m'next trick! Procuring a shiny metal shiv to shove up your ass!" The man waved his middle finger at Alan in response, before he lowered it and tried to get to sleep again on his cot. Morgan sighed as she rubbed her temples as the man she just arrested kept making a ruckus. She had considered going and asking him questions about where he got the heroin, but decided not to, considering that he's drunk off his ass. She'll try asking him tomorrow when he's sober. Sighing, Alan pressed his face agains the cool metal bars again and continued on with his song, though a bit quieter this time as he was quickly running out of energy. He kept at it for a good twenty minutes before exhaustion (and inebriation) came over him and he slumped down onto the cold, cement floor and finally fell asleep.

Rare Dragon Flower

May I join as the Princess?

Legend of Zelda: Link's Slumber

I think that it may be better to make them travelers with similar interests.

Legend of Zelda: Link's Slumber

Name: Kyriakos Species: Hylian (?) Specific Description: Short white hair reaching her shoulders that contrasts her youthful appearance, purple irises, stands at 5'6'', pointed ears, thin but athletic. Her skin is fairer then most Hylians', but it's not a ghastly pale that would make others question her health and well-being. Typical Species Abilities: As mentioned before, Hylians are good with martial combat, and magic. However Kyriakos is more on the magical side then she is a martial combat. She can wield daggers, staves, or bows and arrows, if necessary, but she can't wield swords, axes, hammers, or any other heavy weapons. Personal Skills: As mentioned before, Kyriakos is good with magic. In Castle Town, she is the town's healer, using her magic to heal wounds and other maladies. She is a quick study so she can also quickly learn to use defensive or offensive spells if necessary. Starting Equipment: A dagger, a staff, a spell book, a pouch filled with 150 rupees, and three red potions. Home: Castle Town Backstory: When Kyriakos was an infant, she was found by the citizens of Castle Town. Nobody knew where she came from or who her parents were. All anybody could tell was that Kyriakos was abandoned, with only a medallion with a strange symbol on it that served as a clue. She was taken in by a kind woodcutter and his wife, and she grew up in their care. During that time, the town and she learned that she was much more in tune with magic then any other. She soon became an apprentice to the last healer of Castle Town, and she learned much of how to heal others. Of course, the healer was old, and passed away long after he taught her everything she knew. Now she lives her life in Castle Town as the town healer, doing whatever she can to help others should they need her assistance. Current Location: Castle Town

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.