Casual arepee (rp)
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Thread Topic: Casual arepee (rp)
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Here's mine:
Name: Morrigan Thompson
Gender: Female, she/her
Age: 14
Appearance: Pale skin, long black hair going down to her waist, pitch black eyes, on the short side
Clothing: Plain black dress, knee-high black socks and boots (it was all Galloper would provide for her)
Backstory: Was left at the portal by her parents as a baby when they discovered she was a witch, and was immediately taken in by Galloper Thompson. Her real name is unknown, and her the name Galloper gave her means "darkness and death". -
Other: Has a white streak in her hair, why it is there is a secret Galloper never wanted to tell her
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Name: Silas Harlem
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (although he ded)
Appearance: Silas has tan skin and scruffy white hair that is impossible to keep neat. He has blue eyes and a cheerful smile.
Clothes (optional): A dingy shirt made out of a potato sack and ripped jeans. He has an owl earring.
Backstory (optional): Silas came from a poor family and would resort to theft in order to provide food for them.
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Do you wanna have the starting paragraph?
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I'm alright! I'd honestly prefer if you did so you can set the scene however you'd like
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(Alright)
Morrigan was up early. She wasn't quite sure when early was, but she knew she shouldn't have been awake. She walked out of the remains of the castle, being careful not to wake the sleeping cats.
She passed the portals leading to other worlds, worlds she wasn't allowed in, and crossed the rickety wooden bridge to the dungeons.
Galloper Thompson had told her not to go there, but it had only sparked her curiosity. Now she had to know. -
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(SPICE)
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Sorry!! My bad))
Silas idlely threw a rock at the dull stone wall he was facing, his back propped against the wall opposite to it. The rock hit a crudely drawn target on the wall, falling to the ground with a loud clatter. The boy sighed, pulling his legs up against his chest. It had been...how long since he'd been locked up in here? He couldn't remember. He used to count in days, then weeks, then months. Now he was counting years. -
(All good, I accidentally had caps lock on)
Morrigan found herself face-to-face with a stone wall. She walked around the small building until bars came into view. She peered through them at a shadow, curled up in the dark.
'Hello?' she asked. She pulled a matchbox out of her dress pocket and lit one, holding it up so she could see into the dungeon. -
Silas jumped when he heard a voice, grabbing his rock and waiting. He saw a light and gasped softly. It'd been so long since he'd seen light... he carefully stepped towards the bars that locked him in. "Who are you?"
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Morrigan glanced down at the man in front of her. 'M-Morrigan..' she stuttered, crouching down so she could look him in the eyes. 'Morrigan Thompson.'
She glanced inside the cell, dark with nothing inside it. -
"Morrigan. That's a nice name. Listen, do you think there's any chance you could get me out of here?" Silas pleaded.
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Morrigan was quite taken aback by this. She wasn't used to a compliment like that or someone talking to her in such a desperate way. 'Maybe,' she said, looking at the bars. 'Why are you in here, anyway? It hasn't been used in over 100 years...' she trailed off. 'At least he said it hasn't,' she added under her breath.
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