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Name: mnkee
Age: Twenty-two
Birthday: August 8th
Ethnicity: American
Location: Central Standard Time
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Equine studies/Animal Science & Ag Economics
Occupation: Stable Hand
Languages: Fluent English
Current Bio Theme: The Mark of the Deceived
Preferred RP Section: Causal
RP Level: Low Advanced
Dedication Level: High
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: People who constantly write up half-assed posts
My Pets: 5 Boer goats, 1 Miniature Schnauzer/Beagle mix dog, 1 German Shepherd, 1 cat






Things to Know About Me as a Writer:
  • Dark Themes - As a forewarning, my writing at times can have themes that are dark and/or violent in nature. I’m not afraid to delve into themes revolving around physical and psychological horror as well as the paranormal, and I often create characters that have some kind of physical or emotional trauma in their pasts. So, if you are looking for a lighthearted tale, I’m afraid that I may not quite be the right writer for you.
  • Non-smut - Let's be real. I'd much sooner write a gory death scene than an explicit sex scene. So, if an erotica is what you're looking for, I'm afraid that you have come to the wrong place. Now, I'm not at all against romance, but when it comes to writing the physical aspects of a relationship, if it happens behind closed doors, fade to black or at least write it tastefully.
  • Drama - I love drama, in writing that is. It's my guilty pleasure. However, let me be clear when I say that I'm not referring to, nor will I ever be referring to, relationship drama. No, I like drama of the violent, gut wrenching, and heart breaking sort. I know how twisted that sounds, but here's the thing. I like to see my characters struggle because I know from personal experience that your scars don't have to break you or define you. They can remake you. There is nothing better than seeing someone who fell pull themselves up out of the dirt and become better from it.

Things to Know About Me as a Person:
  • Christian - I'm saved by the grace of God. I consider myself to be an openminded Christian who chooses to spread the love of God rather than beating people upside the head with the Bible.
  • Animal Lover - The only thing that can come close to my love for God is my love for animals, and in the end, my walk with Him is intrinsically linked with my love for them. I feel closer to God when I am with animals, and they have a way of always pointing me back to Him. I grew up going to the zoo regularly and watching animal documentaries. I'm basically a walking encyclopedia of random animal facts at this point. All in all, I'm forever fascinated and enthralled by them.
  • Horse Lifer - I love all animals, but there is one species in particular that has and always will have a special place in my heart, and that is the horse. Horses are my everything. They have been in my life through thick and thin and have gotten me through the darkest times. This is why I have dedicated my life to caring for them, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
  • Protective - I have a protective side to me. This protectiveness includes both those near and dear to me on a personal level as well as anyone who is being oppressed or bullied. I despise any kind of prejudice, including but not limited to racism, homophobia, sexism, etc. So, I suggest that you do not do any of the previously mentioned things in my presence lest I unleash my inner mother bear on you. You have been warned.











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Last updated: February 13, 2019

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But who says soft can't be strong?
- Unknown

Location: The Castle - Infirmary
Skills: N/A


Lyra listened patiently as Navi spoke, even through the bit where she more or less got schooled by a little girl. It crossed her mind that her choice of words earlier were lacking and poorly thought out beforehand. She of course knew that some celebrated death as a means of honoring those lost, and she found nothing wrong with it within that context. She pursed her lips thoughtfully, before nodding her head in seeming agreement with Navi's sentiment. However, she still felt a twinge in her heart that a child was so embroiled in the matters of life and death. Then again, in this day in age with the Sickenesse ravaging the lands, it was almost unavoidable. One could dream though, dream of a time when kids could just be kids.

She blinked slightly as she seemed to come to again, out of her thoughts and back to the present. She stared at Navi for a moment as the girl giggled, clearly in disbelief that the servant before her was anything akin to a warrior. Lyra's gaze flicked up again, just as something flickered through her eyes. It was hard to tell exactly what, but the look in her eyes had grown in intensity. She wondered what rumors Amarantha had fed the girl, and the whole Young Army for that matter, about her. She was a plaything now, was she not? The laughing stock of the Castle if Amarantha had any say about it. Constantly misunderstood, constantly underestimated, constantly--tread upon. "Come along, Navi," she finally spoke up, her voice was more or less deadpan. She then made to lead the little girl out of the infirmary in order to get her cleaned up.






Incredible change happens in your life when
you decide to take control of what you do have power
over instead of craving control over what you don't.
- Steve Maraboli

Location: The Castle - Palace Courtyard
Skills: Perception


Tristan once again found himself wandering around aimlessly, though this time it was out in the courtyard rather than in the Palace corridors. Perhaps that was a bit of an improvement? Yeah, probably not. But whatever. He looked around, seeing if anything of note was happening. He figured most of the "action" was happening down at the Wizard's Tower in preparation for the large wedding that was to be held tonight. He had been originally intending to go to it with Princess Luna, but that clearly wasn't happening. He still hadn't heard back from her after all.

"That probably isn't a good sign," he muttered to himself, just as his gaze landed on a lone wizard. His head tilted to the side slightly as he watched the man curiously. The wizard seemed rather distraught, sickly, all of the above, and potentially more. Tristan decided to just walk over to him and see if he was alright. Well, to see what wasn't alright. I mean, the man clearly wasn't alright, what with the way he was looking around nervously and then down at his hands. The last time Tristan had seen that look it was after someone's untapped water powers had just reared their ugly head. He vaguely wondered if this interaction was going to require him to change his clothes again.

"Yo, wha--" he began, before stopping midsentence when he saw how the man's hands were literally disappearing. "Uh. You might want to get that checked out."
Yup.
Madam Mauve
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Location: Shadowell Manor - Billiards Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Mauve's eyes slowly fluttered open to find herself staring up at the ceiling. She turned onto her side, her hands brushing against material. Dark eyes flitted downwards. She was laying on a sofa. How did she get here? What happened? She felt a bit disoriented, the kind of feeling one gets when awoken in the middle of a dream. The details of the past however long she had been out were still foggy in her brain at the moment.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position, before her eyes darted around the room in hopes of jogging her memory. It all started to come back to her glance by glance, before everything finally clicked into place when her gaze landed on the billiards table. She had passed out right after...Cobalt! Her gaze searched the room again, but he was alarmingly absent. Her gaze settled on the only other person that had occupied the room when the whole ordeal went down. The servant girl. Mauve's eyes darkened. She slowly stood up, her piercing gaze never leaving the girl.


Fyror Kildragon




Location: La Canela Ship (Kitchen)
Skills: N/A


Fyror looked over at Silvio and gave the man a curt nod of agreement as he tried to rein in the flames coiling within his being. The topic of discussion was a double-edged sword for him, painful on one end and enraging on the other. He took in a calming breath, as he slowly released his grip on the edge of the table. His brows drew together slightly in consideration of the comment that Millicent must be very dear to him. However, he had little chance to ponder what truly lied at the heart of his intentions when the man's open slight against Millicent jolted through him like lightning.

His head swung back around, jaw clenching and the amber of his one good eye piercing. Had the man not just insinuated that Millicent was dear to him, and yet the man felt the need to immediately follow that with a blatant insult to her intelligence? His eyes narrowed a touch. The utter disrespect and lack of propriety got under his skin. Fortunately, Miss Fontaine spoke up with her words of wisdom. Fyror simmered down as he listened to Colette explain the likely reasoning behind Millicent's choices. He found himself nodding his head in agreement, taking particular note of the fact that she implied that she spoke from experience. His gaze turned sharply towards the door to the kitchen as he heard a sharp whistle outside.
>TFW two characters who are meant for each other are purposefully broken up just for the "drama" of it


Alexandra Andonova




Location: Ville au Camp - Carnival Setup (The Cooch Tent)
Skills: N/A


Alexandra glanced past Libby as she heard yelling coming from the back of the tent, before she returned her attention to the woman. She quirked a brow at her. She then let out a snort. "And vhat look vould that be, exotic and neurotic?" she remarked sarcastically, giving a playful roll of her eyes as she followed after her. She figured she should take Libby's word for it and get out of here while she still could. While she would treat the women with respect, this still wasn't her cup of tea as far as occupations went.

Stepping back out of the tent and out into the open, she glanced around before looking back over at Libby. "I mean, we have a swamp. Not sure that it's the ideal place take a bath, but we do-- she began before trailing off. She wasn't sure that she should be offering the use of their indoor facilities. Their house seemed like a place that would be potentially off limits to strangers, at least that was her best guess. "The swamp. We do use it sometimes."
>TFW one of your subplots is melding beautifully with your main plot
>TFW you have so many characters but can't figure out how or where to use them all.



>Whomp whomp, some characters are about to get demoted, if not outright deleted. Sad day in writer land. :'(



But who says soft can't be strong?
- Unknown

Location: The Castle - Infirmary
Skills: N/A


Lyra glanced back over at Skaoi and gave a small nod of her head in understanding. Her blue-green eyes then flitted over to Becky before looking back down at the girl--Navi was her name she now knew--with a smile. However, the smile soon faded at Navi's words. She was a young and impressionable little girl who knew not what she was saying. Or maybe she did? If she was raised up by the Young Army that is, she could very well be the offspring of tragedy. It was truly a sad thought that someone so young could already know just how cruel the world truly was.

Despite how happy Navi seemed right then as she danced around, Lyra's heart felt a little heavier right then, and no amount of poking and prodding would change that. She lightly shook her head. "Navi, death is nothing to aspire to or to celebrate," she stated. However, as the girl's next words washed over her, she had to take a pause. What was she? She knew what she was to them, but what was she to herself? She bit her lip, as she stared off in thought for a moment. Something seemed to flicker through her eyes, before she finally looked down at Navi.

"I'm a warrior," she replied resolutely. "A warrior with a servant's heart because who says soft can't be strong. Now, come Navi. Let me help you get cleaned up."






Incredible change happens in your life when
you decide to take control of what you do have power
over instead of craving control over what you don't.
- Steve Maraboli

Location: The Castle - Third Corridor off the Long Walk ⇢ Palace Courtyard
Skills: N/A


Tristan let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as the messenger rat scurried off. He hoped he was doing the right thing. Maybe he should have given her more time, but at the same time, he needed her to know sooner rather than later that he was in this for the long haul, regardless of her apparent mental instability. He slowly made his way through the corridor, making a beeline for the nearest exit.

Walking out into the Palace courtyard, he took in a deep breath of the fresh air. He looked around at the sights but purposefully avoided the area where he had trained with Fyror and Lyra earlier this morning. The loss of Fyror, his best friend, was still too raw. But, as much as it pained him, he knew that now was not the time for mourning. He would have time for that when his kingdom was not under threat. The question was how long would that be, or was this really just the beginning of the end for the Land of Long Nights?
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