The Society of Truth, an RP

Matt lay in his bed deep in thought, the thought of what happened today, and the thought of lottie's voice as she hung the phone up.
She stormed outside the house and went down the driveway at this rate she was never going to meet someone she actually liked, she had really liked Matt and now everything was ruined. She threw open her car door having driven it back from where they had intercepted the van, she got in and slammed it shut. She sent a text to Matt having cooled off a little, I’m sorry I ended our conversation so abruptly I was just upset. I don’t think it would be right for us to go out tomorrow night with no future for us. I’m sorry it had to be this way I just think it’s best for both of us.
Charlotte.

She clicked send and shut her eyes allowing a single tear to roll down her cheek taking a stream of makeup with it and a line of mascara marked her cheek.
 
(Hey y'all, just thought how about I do some forms for Cleo - and there're 2 other statues, I could do those too... anyone could probably RP them but just so we have an idea what they're like...)

Age: 261
Name: Cleo
Gender: F
Power (If a Protector): N/A
Description: Made of marble, so white all over. A statue taller than a real human, about 7-8ft tall. Hair done in a Grecian goddess style, long dress, sandals on feet. Grecian nose.
Personality: Lively, intrigued about new things, talkative

Age: 261
Name: Elisabeth (with an s)
Gender: F
Power (If a Protector): N/A
Description: Looks very like Cleo, other than the hair being different. Has big eyes and her face is carved smiling.
Personality: Friendly, traditional, polite

Age: 261
Name: D'Esterre
Gender: M
Power (If a Protector):
Description: Again, marble. Wavy hair which is cut fairly short but curls over the head. Long Roman nose, as far as looks go is quite severe
Personality: Old-fashioned, traditional, can find modern things quite confusing, but gentlemanly
Other: Is a bust, so pretty much a talking head...
 
Tara sighed at relaxed back into her bed, she couldn’t forget her parents rotting bodies standing in the doorway to her-I mean Michaela’s room. Somehow no matter how long she stayed she knew it wouldn’t never feel like her room, it would always be Michaela’s room.
 
Tara sighed at relaxed back into her bed, she couldn’t forget her parents rotting bodies standing in the doorway to her-I mean Michaela’s room. Somehow no matter how long she stayed she knew it wouldn’t never feel like her room, it would always be Michaela’s room.
Calder, having heard the screams, was on his way upstairs. He pushed past the others hovering around Tara (that's Elsie / Isabel not the ghosts) and pulled up a chair by the bed.

This was the first time his healing had failed.
 
Calder, having heard the screams, was on his way upstairs. He pushed past the others hovering around Tara (that's Elsie / Isabel not the ghosts) and pulled up a chair by the bed.

This was the first time his healing had failed.
She glanced at him sideways “am I insane Calder? Should I be locked up? In a straight jacket? At an asylum?” She whispered her face continued to pale
 
She glanced at him sideways “am I insane Calder? Should I be locked up? In a straight jacket? At an asylum?” She whispered her face continued to pale
"I don't think so..." he replied, but there was a tremor in his voice. "I think it's my healing... it hasn't done what it's meant to."
 

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