₸hḕ Nigh₮ Mờves - A Fantasy RP

[Garjzla]

Name: Victoria
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Personality: Solitary, cold, sometimes cruel
History: Unknown
Pet?: None
Species: Human
Picture/Description: Dark eyes, dark hair, dark-coffee coloured skin.
Weapon (optional, only different types of knives): A small penknife
Username: Athaid
Did you like the story line (yes/no/suggestions. Optional): Yes, clearly, that's why I'm here

Accepted!

 

[Athaid]

The forest was getting boring now, if it had ever been anything else. Stupid trees, trees, trees, and oh, more trees.
Victoria clenched her fists then slowly opened them again, taking a deep breath of the earthy air as she did so. It was seven in the morning when she had first set out, backpack full to bursting with clothes, food, and enough water to last a few days. The cabin was supposed to be here. But, it wasn't. She must've taken a wrong turn somewhere, and it was getting dark. She pulled out her compass and began whirling around, muttering things beneath her breath, but it didn't help, so she threw it on the ground and crushed it with the heel of her boot, cursing it loudly in a fit of rage.
"Screw you Andrew!" She screamed. "Screw you and your stupid cabin!"
The forest seemed eerily quite when her shouting had died away. Breathing hard, she could feel the tears prickling her eyes, and did nothing to prevent them.
"Screw you.." She said again, quieter, brushing the tears from her eyes.

 

[Athaid]

Victoria sank down onto a log and wrapped her arms around herself, staring at the compass laying broken in the dirt.
"I know how you feel." She sighed.
As the darkness gathered around her a flock of birds came gliding through the air, squawking loudly as they found their places on the branches high above. How she envied them then. Her tears were as hot as her temper as she rubbed her eyes and furrowed her brow. When morning came, she'd turn around and make her way back. Forget all about this, she never should've came here in the first place. Her fist clenched again, then relaxed.

 

[Flock Master64]

Victoria sank down onto a log and wrapped her arms around herself, staring at the compass laying broken in the dirt.
"I know how you feel." She sighed.
As the darkness gathered around her a flock of birds came gliding through the air, squawking loudly as they found their places on the branches high above. How she envied them then. Her tears were as hot as her temper as she rubbed her eyes and furrowed her brow. When morning came, she'd turn around and make her way back. Forget all about this, she never should've came here in the first place. Her fist clenched again, then relaxed.

( I really wish Alton was available right now, I'd make his standing behind at tree with one half of his face sticking out staring at your guy )

 

[Athaid]

( I really wish Alton was available right now, I'd make his standing behind at tree with one half of his face sticking out staring at your guy )

(Victoria hasn't found the portal yet. But that sounds delightful.)

 

[Flock Master64]

(Victoria hasn't found the portal yet. But that sounds delightful.)

( Altons about to die probably but I don't want him to, he's my best character)

 

[Athaid]

(Poor Alton lol, what's wrong with him?)

 

[Flock Master64]

Name: Alton
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: quiet, dark, hateful
History: he just hates everyone
Pet?:
Species: Ghoul
Picture/Description: like this but without the gun

Weapon (optional, only different types of knives): throwing knives
Username: FM 64
Did you like the story line (yes/no/suggestions. Optional): yes

(That's Alton, he threatened to burn down the forest so everyone is after him and they're about to turn him to stone or something)

 

[Athaid]

(Ah, interesting.)

 

[Flock Master64]

( yeah )