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Leanna *W.I.P*
Name: Leanna
Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 22
Birthdate: August 16
Height: 5'3
Build: Skinny, some toned muscles but not very much
Skin Tone: Pale
Hair: Brown originally, but currently dyed platinum blonde
Eyes: Brown, but shift to purple when using her powers
Identifying Marks: Two scars on her face, one on her right brow and the other on going down her left cheek towards her lips
Personality: Leanna can act different towards everybody, but most would describe her as flirty, always trying to flatter other people to get herself out of certain situations. She is flaky, but she has to be with how often she is hunted down by bounty hunters. When around those that she has gotten close to, she is undyingly loyal, often to a fault. While she knows how to fight, she is generally a non-violent person, preferring to either escape or talk herself out of any fights. She has been known to be charming and to have a silver tongue.
Motivations: Not getting caught to be experimented on, killed, or dissected.
Best Quality: Loyalty
Worst Quality: Flakiness
Fears: Being kept alive only to be used as an experiment
Hobbies: Reading, writing, wood carving
Talents: Writing, throwing knives, and singing
Skills: Teleporting, hand-to-hand combat, using throwing knives
Family: Her parents are both alive, but she does not have contact with them since they allowed her to be taken when she was younger and first coming into her power.
Relationship Status: Single
Influential Memory/Backstory: Leanna's most prominent memory would be the first time she teleported and the aftermath of her parent's finding out. The first time she teleported, she had been trying to hide during hide and seek with her mother. She had wanted to get to the top shelf of the closet to get underneath the blankets that were stored there when suddenly she found herself up there. The sudden teleportation had made her sick, the movement of her atoms through time and space was unexpected. She had fallen back to the floor from the top shelf, crying out from the fall and throwing up from what had happened. When her mother found her, Leanna explained what had happened. The next few days, her mother kept a close eye on the young girl and finally it happened again. Leanna had wanted something on the counter but she couldn't reach it until suddenly she appeared on the counter. Her mother immediately told her father and they decided to turn her over to people who they thought would be more competent to handle Leanna and her powers. It hadn't taken the young girl long to escape and since then she had been on the run.
Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 22
Birthdate: August 16
Height: 5'3
Build: Skinny, some toned muscles but not very much
Skin Tone: Pale
Hair: Brown originally, but currently dyed platinum blonde
Eyes: Brown, but shift to purple when using her powers
Identifying Marks: Two scars on her face, one on her right brow and the other on going down her left cheek towards her lips
Personality: Leanna can act different towards everybody, but most would describe her as flirty, always trying to flatter other people to get herself out of certain situations. She is flaky, but she has to be with how often she is hunted down by bounty hunters. When around those that she has gotten close to, she is undyingly loyal, often to a fault. While she knows how to fight, she is generally a non-violent person, preferring to either escape or talk herself out of any fights. She has been known to be charming and to have a silver tongue.
Motivations: Not getting caught to be experimented on, killed, or dissected.
Best Quality: Loyalty
Worst Quality: Flakiness
Fears: Being kept alive only to be used as an experiment
Hobbies: Reading, writing, wood carving
Talents: Writing, throwing knives, and singing
Skills: Teleporting, hand-to-hand combat, using throwing knives
Family: Her parents are both alive, but she does not have contact with them since they allowed her to be taken when she was younger and first coming into her power.
Relationship Status: Single
Influential Memory/Backstory: Leanna's most prominent memory would be the first time she teleported and the aftermath of her parent's finding out. The first time she teleported, she had been trying to hide during hide and seek with her mother. She had wanted to get to the top shelf of the closet to get underneath the blankets that were stored there when suddenly she found herself up there. The sudden teleportation had made her sick, the movement of her atoms through time and space was unexpected. She had fallen back to the floor from the top shelf, crying out from the fall and throwing up from what had happened. When her mother found her, Leanna explained what had happened. The next few days, her mother kept a close eye on the young girl and finally it happened again. Leanna had wanted something on the counter but she couldn't reach it until suddenly she appeared on the counter. Her mother immediately told her father and they decided to turn her over to people who they thought would be more competent to handle Leanna and her powers. It hadn't taken the young girl long to escape and since then she had been on the run.
✨Roleplay Information and Rules✨
✨Information✨
Hello all! This is just a little bit of info about how I roleplay. I only roleplay in third person and typically send anywhere between 4-8 paragraphs. I will only play as a female for my main character. For a writing example, you can take a look at the blog titled rewritten starters, those are updated starters that reflect my current writing style. I don't typically write bios, I like to describe my character in the roleplay and have their personality come out as the story progresses. I can type one if need be, but I most likely will not have one ready.
✨Roleplay Rules✨
1. If we move to discord, I prefer to speak here first to make sure we are compatible as partners. No need to get each other's discord just to find out that our writing doesn't work well together.
2. I am not here for a relationship, our characters being romantically involved does not mean I have feelings for you or that I ever will.
3. I only roleplay in third person
4. I prefer for a partner that can send at the very minimum of 2 paragraphs, but quality over quantity. If you send less but are descriptive enough, I will enjoy our roleplay.
5. Nothing underaged, harem, feet, or bathroom play. Those are all hard limits for me.
Hello all! This is just a little bit of info about how I roleplay. I only roleplay in third person and typically send anywhere between 4-8 paragraphs. I will only play as a female for my main character. For a writing example, you can take a look at the blog titled rewritten starters, those are updated starters that reflect my current writing style. I don't typically write bios, I like to describe my character in the roleplay and have their personality come out as the story progresses. I can type one if need be, but I most likely will not have one ready.
✨Roleplay Rules✨
1. If we move to discord, I prefer to speak here first to make sure we are compatible as partners. No need to get each other's discord just to find out that our writing doesn't work well together.
2. I am not here for a relationship, our characters being romantically involved does not mean I have feelings for you or that I ever will.
3. I only roleplay in third person
4. I prefer for a partner that can send at the very minimum of 2 paragraphs, but quality over quantity. If you send less but are descriptive enough, I will enjoy our roleplay.
5. Nothing underaged, harem, feet, or bathroom play. Those are all hard limits for me.
Vivienne **WIP**
Vivienne Lancia
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Vivienne is the princess of the Kingdom of Lancia. She has been sent across the sea for a betrothal to a king who has promised to fill her kingdoms bank for her hand. Unfortunately her ship is captured by pirates and she’ll have to fight her way out, either physically or using her wits.
(My OC for my first rewritten starter. She is a WIP currently!)
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Vivienne is the princess of the Kingdom of Lancia. She has been sent across the sea for a betrothal to a king who has promised to fill her kingdoms bank for her hand. Unfortunately her ship is captured by pirates and she’ll have to fight her way out, either physically or using her wits.
(My OC for my first rewritten starter. She is a WIP currently!)
✨Older Starters✨
These are starters that I’ve had for a while that have not been rewritten! I am still interested in them, just proceed with caution when reading! (The name of the characters in these starters are all the same, Adelyia. If you choose one of these starters, I will change that name since I don’t like it anymore.)
1. Adelyia smirked up at the king as she was dragged into the throne room and shoved to her knees in front of the man. “Your highness.” She said as she looked up at him, slowly standing up before curtsying the best she could with her feet and wrists shackled with a chain connected them.
“Your guards really aren't the best, it was quite easy to get past them, the only reason they caught me was because there was about 12 of them surrounding me and even then, I got about 3 of them with your father's sword.” She smirked up at the male in front of her before glancing at the knight beside her, holding a sheet of paper with her charges on it.
“Adelyia Thorne had been charged with stealing the royal family grimore and the late kings sword which she used to assault multiple guards with.” The knight said as he looked up at the king. “Thorne was also found with a paper that had instructions to assassinate you my lord.”
Adelyia looked at the knight sharply when he said the last sentence. “I had no intention of harming the king, I might be a thief but I'm not murderer.” She said quickly as she looked back at the king. “I swear to you on my life that the instructions were planted on me, either by one of your knights or my employer.”
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2. The Princess sighed softly as she tiptoed past the sleeping guard outside of the castle gates. She wasn’t supposed to be out due to the facts that it was pitch dark outside and she had no escort. But she hated having to have somebody with her at all times, so the only time she could escape was at night.
Adelyia knew not to go too far away from the castle, but she went far enough so she couldn’t see the lights through the trees of the woods. She walked down the path she had made herself from walking down it so much and stopped at the edge of the meadow.
She saw a figure who obviously had a lot of armor on and quite a few weapons so she tried to be as quiet as possible in case it wasn’t a knight from her kingdom. She watched him for a few more moments before stepping out from behind the trees “Hello?” She called out softly, hoping that it wasn’t a hostile person.
(You can be anyone, a knight from her kingdom, from the neighboring one, or even a rival one. Or you could be something totally different, up to you!
I’ve left this starter open because I don’t mind wherever it goes, I’m looking to build a story/world with someone.)
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3. The female walked into a building with a man in his early forties and she glanced around, giving a small smile towards the guard of the building before she looked in front of her again. “I can't wait to get upstairs so you can have me right on your desk.” She murmured into the older man's ear.
The man grinned before replying. “Me either sweetheart.” He then got out the key to his office while they stepped into the elevator. Once he pressed the button for the floor and the door of the elevator closed, she began to press her body against his and kiss him.
They continued to kiss until the elevator reached the floor and she pulled away, letting him out of the elevator first before slowly walking up behind him as he reached his office door.
“You're really daft if you think I was actually going to let you have your way with me.” She said as she pulled a handgun out of her purse and aimed it at the back of his head, smirking as he turned and looked at him.
“Sorry to let you down darling, it's nothing personal, it's just somebody really wanted you dead.” She gave a smile before pulling a trigger, her smile growing wider as she watched his blood splatter onto the half opened door behind him and as he dropped to the ground.
(Your character can be anyone. An employee that stayed late, another assassin, security guard, whatever you want.)
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4. Adelyia groaned as she was slammed to the ground when she entered the rebels camp. “Stop! Please!” She cried out when she saw someone drawing their knife as they pinned her down. She heard a voice asking her why she was there and her green eyes stared up at the person that was holding her down. “I want to join the rebellion.”
Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and there were tear stains down her cheeks from days of crying. “I want to help, please.” She pleaded as the images of her family and people being massacred flooded her thoughts.
Adelyia belonged to a race that practiced magic, her family specifically mastering the elements along with a few other things. The king had stormed their camps, demanding the people to give him magic or join his fight. When he was refused, they were met with violence. They had been peaceful people and they tried to use their powers against him, but were soon overpowered. Her whole village had either been killed or enslaved.
The female had been watching from the tree line with a few other people that had ran to preserve their magic and avenge their loved ones. The other ones had left her, not wanting to hear her pleas on joining a rebellion that might not even exist.
But she had searched for days and had finally reached the camp, now she only had to be accepted.
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5. ✨The Hobbit RP✨
Plot:
What if Bilbo wasn’t alone when the dwarves and Gandalf came to see him to get him to join their journey? What if another hobbit was stay with him? She wasn’t related to him, but he thought of her as his daughter since she had no family of her own. She would help with his cooking and cleaning when needed, along with tending to his garden with him whenever he was out there. When the dwarves came and invited him, she begged him to allow her to come along but he quickly vetoed it, saying it would be too dangerous. But what if she just snuck along behind them?
✨Starter✨
Adelyia huffed softly as she followed along with the company, though she was off the trail and slightly behind them. She was walking silently, not wanting to be caught too soon so that Bilbo could not send her home. How could he treat her like a child? She was old enough to make her own decisions and she had decided that she was going to go on this adventure, whether he liked it or not.
She had been following them for a few days now, never getting close enough to be seen but she was getting sloppy. Apparently she had been spotted by the two brothers of the company, Kili and Fili. They had watched her for a bit before separating from the group when they stopped to make camp. As she sat down to ready herself for the night ahead, they appeared beside her and pulled her towards the group. “We found a straggler, looks like someone decided to come on with us anyways.”
She glared at the brothers. “Tattle tales, I was doing just fine follo—“ She cut herself off quickly at the sight of the glares from both Thorin and Bilbo. She bowed her head, running a hand through her hair. “I couldn’t just be left behind, I can hold my own I promise!” She started before Thorin interrupted her with his gruff voice.
“It’s too late now to turn you back, you’re stuck with us, which is unfortunate.” He said as he crossed her arms. “You’ll have to ride with one of us, we don’t have another pony that isn’t in use, they can decide between them who you’ll ride with.”
(Start with you being the dwarf that is okay with her riding with him, I’m okay with Kili, Fili, Dwalin, or Thorin!)
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6. It has been 2 years since an unheard of virus spread, killing people and then having them reanimate. Soon the virus stopped affecting most people, but the undead were still a problem. They took over quickly, causing most cities to become overrun with them or home militaries and leaving the open roads open for survivors. There were a few US military bases that still stood, but they were hard to get inside of since they were still scared of the virus.
Adelyia was running as she heard the groans from the undead behind her. Her steps echoed slightly but she couldn’t be concerned with moving quietly when she was being chased by a small mob of zombies. She usually would have fought them off but they had caught her off guard when she was coming out a store she had just ransacked. She was in a neighborhood and looked around, her eyes scanning for a house that was the least ruined.
She headed for one, dodging obstacles before reaching the door. She tried to open it but it was locked. She groaned before quickly slamming her foot into the door right at the undead caught up with her. She slipped inside of the house and pressed herself against the door, not wanting any to get in. She pulled her machete off of her belt before beginning to hack at the arms that were coming into the house.
Once she was able to get the door closed, she pushed a sofa in front of it. She let out a relieved sigh before turning around to look further into the house, jumping when she saw a gun aimed at her. Her eyes widened and she held her hands up, her machete falling to the floor as she did. “Don’t shoot!” She looked at the person behind the gun, her heart beating fast as she watched them.
1. Adelyia smirked up at the king as she was dragged into the throne room and shoved to her knees in front of the man. “Your highness.” She said as she looked up at him, slowly standing up before curtsying the best she could with her feet and wrists shackled with a chain connected them.
“Your guards really aren't the best, it was quite easy to get past them, the only reason they caught me was because there was about 12 of them surrounding me and even then, I got about 3 of them with your father's sword.” She smirked up at the male in front of her before glancing at the knight beside her, holding a sheet of paper with her charges on it.
“Adelyia Thorne had been charged with stealing the royal family grimore and the late kings sword which she used to assault multiple guards with.” The knight said as he looked up at the king. “Thorne was also found with a paper that had instructions to assassinate you my lord.”
Adelyia looked at the knight sharply when he said the last sentence. “I had no intention of harming the king, I might be a thief but I'm not murderer.” She said quickly as she looked back at the king. “I swear to you on my life that the instructions were planted on me, either by one of your knights or my employer.”
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2. The Princess sighed softly as she tiptoed past the sleeping guard outside of the castle gates. She wasn’t supposed to be out due to the facts that it was pitch dark outside and she had no escort. But she hated having to have somebody with her at all times, so the only time she could escape was at night.
Adelyia knew not to go too far away from the castle, but she went far enough so she couldn’t see the lights through the trees of the woods. She walked down the path she had made herself from walking down it so much and stopped at the edge of the meadow.
She saw a figure who obviously had a lot of armor on and quite a few weapons so she tried to be as quiet as possible in case it wasn’t a knight from her kingdom. She watched him for a few more moments before stepping out from behind the trees “Hello?” She called out softly, hoping that it wasn’t a hostile person.
(You can be anyone, a knight from her kingdom, from the neighboring one, or even a rival one. Or you could be something totally different, up to you!
I’ve left this starter open because I don’t mind wherever it goes, I’m looking to build a story/world with someone.)
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3. The female walked into a building with a man in his early forties and she glanced around, giving a small smile towards the guard of the building before she looked in front of her again. “I can't wait to get upstairs so you can have me right on your desk.” She murmured into the older man's ear.
The man grinned before replying. “Me either sweetheart.” He then got out the key to his office while they stepped into the elevator. Once he pressed the button for the floor and the door of the elevator closed, she began to press her body against his and kiss him.
They continued to kiss until the elevator reached the floor and she pulled away, letting him out of the elevator first before slowly walking up behind him as he reached his office door.
“You're really daft if you think I was actually going to let you have your way with me.” She said as she pulled a handgun out of her purse and aimed it at the back of his head, smirking as he turned and looked at him.
“Sorry to let you down darling, it's nothing personal, it's just somebody really wanted you dead.” She gave a smile before pulling a trigger, her smile growing wider as she watched his blood splatter onto the half opened door behind him and as he dropped to the ground.
(Your character can be anyone. An employee that stayed late, another assassin, security guard, whatever you want.)
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4. Adelyia groaned as she was slammed to the ground when she entered the rebels camp. “Stop! Please!” She cried out when she saw someone drawing their knife as they pinned her down. She heard a voice asking her why she was there and her green eyes stared up at the person that was holding her down. “I want to join the rebellion.”
Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and there were tear stains down her cheeks from days of crying. “I want to help, please.” She pleaded as the images of her family and people being massacred flooded her thoughts.
Adelyia belonged to a race that practiced magic, her family specifically mastering the elements along with a few other things. The king had stormed their camps, demanding the people to give him magic or join his fight. When he was refused, they were met with violence. They had been peaceful people and they tried to use their powers against him, but were soon overpowered. Her whole village had either been killed or enslaved.
The female had been watching from the tree line with a few other people that had ran to preserve their magic and avenge their loved ones. The other ones had left her, not wanting to hear her pleas on joining a rebellion that might not even exist.
But she had searched for days and had finally reached the camp, now she only had to be accepted.
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5. ✨The Hobbit RP✨
Plot:
What if Bilbo wasn’t alone when the dwarves and Gandalf came to see him to get him to join their journey? What if another hobbit was stay with him? She wasn’t related to him, but he thought of her as his daughter since she had no family of her own. She would help with his cooking and cleaning when needed, along with tending to his garden with him whenever he was out there. When the dwarves came and invited him, she begged him to allow her to come along but he quickly vetoed it, saying it would be too dangerous. But what if she just snuck along behind them?
✨Starter✨
Adelyia huffed softly as she followed along with the company, though she was off the trail and slightly behind them. She was walking silently, not wanting to be caught too soon so that Bilbo could not send her home. How could he treat her like a child? She was old enough to make her own decisions and she had decided that she was going to go on this adventure, whether he liked it or not.
She had been following them for a few days now, never getting close enough to be seen but she was getting sloppy. Apparently she had been spotted by the two brothers of the company, Kili and Fili. They had watched her for a bit before separating from the group when they stopped to make camp. As she sat down to ready herself for the night ahead, they appeared beside her and pulled her towards the group. “We found a straggler, looks like someone decided to come on with us anyways.”
She glared at the brothers. “Tattle tales, I was doing just fine follo—“ She cut herself off quickly at the sight of the glares from both Thorin and Bilbo. She bowed her head, running a hand through her hair. “I couldn’t just be left behind, I can hold my own I promise!” She started before Thorin interrupted her with his gruff voice.
“It’s too late now to turn you back, you’re stuck with us, which is unfortunate.” He said as he crossed her arms. “You’ll have to ride with one of us, we don’t have another pony that isn’t in use, they can decide between them who you’ll ride with.”
(Start with you being the dwarf that is okay with her riding with him, I’m okay with Kili, Fili, Dwalin, or Thorin!)
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6. It has been 2 years since an unheard of virus spread, killing people and then having them reanimate. Soon the virus stopped affecting most people, but the undead were still a problem. They took over quickly, causing most cities to become overrun with them or home militaries and leaving the open roads open for survivors. There were a few US military bases that still stood, but they were hard to get inside of since they were still scared of the virus.
Adelyia was running as she heard the groans from the undead behind her. Her steps echoed slightly but she couldn’t be concerned with moving quietly when she was being chased by a small mob of zombies. She usually would have fought them off but they had caught her off guard when she was coming out a store she had just ransacked. She was in a neighborhood and looked around, her eyes scanning for a house that was the least ruined.
She headed for one, dodging obstacles before reaching the door. She tried to open it but it was locked. She groaned before quickly slamming her foot into the door right at the undead caught up with her. She slipped inside of the house and pressed herself against the door, not wanting any to get in. She pulled her machete off of her belt before beginning to hack at the arms that were coming into the house.
Once she was able to get the door closed, she pushed a sofa in front of it. She let out a relieved sigh before turning around to look further into the house, jumping when she saw a gun aimed at her. Her eyes widened and she held her hands up, her machete falling to the floor as she did. “Don’t shoot!” She looked at the person behind the gun, her heart beating fast as she watched them.
✨Rewritten Starters✨
These are starters that I have recently rewritten to match my current writing style! Eventually all my starters will be rewritten, I’m just procrastinating some.
1. It was dark on the ship, the only light provided being the moon in the sky and the remains of a sinking ship that was on fire in the distance. Vivienne was sitting bound in a corner of the ship, her anger displayed on her face. The princess had been sailing to another country to wed a prince her father had chosen for her. She knew nothing of him other than their alliance would be good for both of their families. So, Vivienne had gone willingly to make her father and her people proud.
But disaster had struck; pirates had taken the ship and there had been a terrible fight. Her guards and servants raged against the other men, but had eventually been overpowered. They slaughtered the guards and any men on board, sparing only the princess and the two handmaidens she had with her. Once they were back on the pirates ship, flaming arrows had been shot into the royal one and cannons were set off to blow holes into the side so it would sink.
So there Vivienne and her handmaidens sat, silently watching the pirates hurriedly bustle around the ship. It was a flurry of movement, people getting their wounds mended and the uninjured were working on getting the pirates boat moving again. In the chaos, a small dagger had been dropped near the women. The princess crept towards it slowly until she could reach it before darting back to where she had been.
Vivienne dropped the dagger in front of one of the women, allowing her to saw away at the ropes binding the princesses wrists. It took time, they had to stop anytime someone neared or looked their way but eventually her hands were free. She made quick work of her handmaidens bindings before letting out a shaky breath.
The princess glanced around, her grip tightening on the handle of her claimed dagger. She would fight, she had decided this when she saw the dagger. It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t give up. Vivienne spotted a pirate that had been giving orders to the others, standing closer to the women than he had been before but with his back towards him. She didn’t know who this man was to these men, but he seemed like he was of importance. She hesitated for a moment before rushing the man, holding the dagger tightly against his neck.
Her voice came out like a hiss as she spoke into his ear. “Get me your captain or I’ll slit your throat like you did to my men’s.”
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2. Leanna was being hunted, which of course, wasn’t anything new to her. She had come into her powers at an early age and when her parents had turned her over to the ‘proper authorities’, it didn’t take her long to escape. Especially once she figured out how to work her power of teleportation. Most people didn’t have powers and those who did were hunted down to be killed, experimented on, or who knows what else. It all depended on who paid for the bounty.
She was teleporting through some woods with ease, avoiding the man who had been chasing her for almost a month. Most hunters gave up on her after a week or two, but not this one, he was persistent. She was growing worn out, constant use of her power burned her out quickly. Her teleporting slowed before she finally came to a stop and she leaned against a tree, breathing heavily as she glanced around.
Leanna couldn’t see the man thankfully. Maybe she had finally lost him in these damned woods. She kept her back against the tree as her eyes darted around the dense woods, trying to watch out for the bounty hunter. She could of course fight him, but she preferred not to. She was generally a peaceful person, but she refused to be taken or killed by someone just for their own monetary gain.
Her body tensed when she heard movement in the woods and flecks of purple formed in her iris, a sign she was about to take off if need be.
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3. A scream ripped through the air as the now fallen Angel fell from the sky, her wings singeing as she did. The pain she felt was worse than she could’ve ever imagined, she just didn’t understand how she got to this point. She did her job, she protected her humans. She was away for one minute, the smallest amount of time and everything came crashing down on her, her human had stepped into oncoming traffic and because she wasn’t there to save him, he died.
Her wings were now burning as she came crashing through tree branches, crying out from the pain. She landed on the ground with a loud crash, the impact putting out most of the fire of her wings. She let out another scream, tears pouring down her cheeks before she just rolled over onto her stomach. “What have I done?” She breathed out, looking around her surroundings.
She let herself sit up, hissing from the pain. She stayed in the same spot for about an hour until she heard someone moving through the trees. She stood up as fast as she could, her eyes wide when she saw someone coming towards her. Her burnt wings went to wrap around her, causing her to cry out in pain yet again from the movement.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer please.” She called out as they stepped into the clearing made by her fall. She collapsed to her knees with a small sob. “Leave me alone.”
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4. As the early morning sun rose over the tops of large pine trees, smoke rose from the chimney of a cozy two-story cabin that sat about a mile away from the winding road up the mountain. There was already a light dusting of snow and with the look of the clouds in the distance, there seemed to be a fair chance that more was headed that way. But the woman inside the cabin, Vivienne Lewis, was not worried about the weather outside. She was busy working on a breakfast for herself and the one guest she had staying in her bed and breakfast.
One of her many tasks as the owner of the cabin was to be up with the sun to make sure her guests had plenty to eat when they awoke and a fresh cup of coffee or tea to start their day. She didn’t mind, Vivienne was a morning person and this part of her routine was her favorite. She hummed softly as she put the finishing touches on her homemade cinnamon rolls and set them on the table in the dining room. There was already a small spread of food set out as well. Some eggs, both fried and scrambled, a few sausage patties, and a small pile of bacon.
Vivienne had only opened her bed and breakfast within the past year, having received an inheritance from her grandmother’s passing that gave her the money to finally follow her dream. While she would prefer to still have her grandmother with her, she was happy that she had met her goal of running her own business in the mountains, especially at the age of 24. She had thought it would’ve taken years to achieve but here it was.
Vivienne looked her age. She had wavy brown hair that framed her face, though it was usually pulled into a braid while she did her work. Her green eyes were vibrant against her pale skin, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. The woman was 5’4 and while she was fit, she had curves and a softness to her in the right places. Perfect for snuggling up to during cold weather… not that she had anyone to snuggle with. She was currently dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a knitted sweater with an apron thrown over top while she cooked.
Most of her guests were visiting the small town that was at the bottom of the winding road outside her cabin. It was a tourist town, had the weird niche museum to prove it. But it also had a charm to it, especially when it was decorated for the holidays. There were tons of things to do in the town despite the size being so small. From ice skating to skiing, there was something for everyone to do.
As Vivienne was making her own plate to eat, being sure to leave more than enough for her guest, she heard footsteps down the stairs signaling the presence of her guest. “Good morning! I wasn’t sure what you preferred for breakfast, so I cooked a small spread for you to choose from.”
1. It was dark on the ship, the only light provided being the moon in the sky and the remains of a sinking ship that was on fire in the distance. Vivienne was sitting bound in a corner of the ship, her anger displayed on her face. The princess had been sailing to another country to wed a prince her father had chosen for her. She knew nothing of him other than their alliance would be good for both of their families. So, Vivienne had gone willingly to make her father and her people proud.
But disaster had struck; pirates had taken the ship and there had been a terrible fight. Her guards and servants raged against the other men, but had eventually been overpowered. They slaughtered the guards and any men on board, sparing only the princess and the two handmaidens she had with her. Once they were back on the pirates ship, flaming arrows had been shot into the royal one and cannons were set off to blow holes into the side so it would sink.
So there Vivienne and her handmaidens sat, silently watching the pirates hurriedly bustle around the ship. It was a flurry of movement, people getting their wounds mended and the uninjured were working on getting the pirates boat moving again. In the chaos, a small dagger had been dropped near the women. The princess crept towards it slowly until she could reach it before darting back to where she had been.
Vivienne dropped the dagger in front of one of the women, allowing her to saw away at the ropes binding the princesses wrists. It took time, they had to stop anytime someone neared or looked their way but eventually her hands were free. She made quick work of her handmaidens bindings before letting out a shaky breath.
The princess glanced around, her grip tightening on the handle of her claimed dagger. She would fight, she had decided this when she saw the dagger. It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t give up. Vivienne spotted a pirate that had been giving orders to the others, standing closer to the women than he had been before but with his back towards him. She didn’t know who this man was to these men, but he seemed like he was of importance. She hesitated for a moment before rushing the man, holding the dagger tightly against his neck.
Her voice came out like a hiss as she spoke into his ear. “Get me your captain or I’ll slit your throat like you did to my men’s.”
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2. Leanna was being hunted, which of course, wasn’t anything new to her. She had come into her powers at an early age and when her parents had turned her over to the ‘proper authorities’, it didn’t take her long to escape. Especially once she figured out how to work her power of teleportation. Most people didn’t have powers and those who did were hunted down to be killed, experimented on, or who knows what else. It all depended on who paid for the bounty.
She was teleporting through some woods with ease, avoiding the man who had been chasing her for almost a month. Most hunters gave up on her after a week or two, but not this one, he was persistent. She was growing worn out, constant use of her power burned her out quickly. Her teleporting slowed before she finally came to a stop and she leaned against a tree, breathing heavily as she glanced around.
Leanna couldn’t see the man thankfully. Maybe she had finally lost him in these damned woods. She kept her back against the tree as her eyes darted around the dense woods, trying to watch out for the bounty hunter. She could of course fight him, but she preferred not to. She was generally a peaceful person, but she refused to be taken or killed by someone just for their own monetary gain.
Her body tensed when she heard movement in the woods and flecks of purple formed in her iris, a sign she was about to take off if need be.
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3. A scream ripped through the air as the now fallen Angel fell from the sky, her wings singeing as she did. The pain she felt was worse than she could’ve ever imagined, she just didn’t understand how she got to this point. She did her job, she protected her humans. She was away for one minute, the smallest amount of time and everything came crashing down on her, her human had stepped into oncoming traffic and because she wasn’t there to save him, he died.
Her wings were now burning as she came crashing through tree branches, crying out from the pain. She landed on the ground with a loud crash, the impact putting out most of the fire of her wings. She let out another scream, tears pouring down her cheeks before she just rolled over onto her stomach. “What have I done?” She breathed out, looking around her surroundings.
She let herself sit up, hissing from the pain. She stayed in the same spot for about an hour until she heard someone moving through the trees. She stood up as fast as she could, her eyes wide when she saw someone coming towards her. Her burnt wings went to wrap around her, causing her to cry out in pain yet again from the movement.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer please.” She called out as they stepped into the clearing made by her fall. She collapsed to her knees with a small sob. “Leave me alone.”
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4. As the early morning sun rose over the tops of large pine trees, smoke rose from the chimney of a cozy two-story cabin that sat about a mile away from the winding road up the mountain. There was already a light dusting of snow and with the look of the clouds in the distance, there seemed to be a fair chance that more was headed that way. But the woman inside the cabin, Vivienne Lewis, was not worried about the weather outside. She was busy working on a breakfast for herself and the one guest she had staying in her bed and breakfast.
One of her many tasks as the owner of the cabin was to be up with the sun to make sure her guests had plenty to eat when they awoke and a fresh cup of coffee or tea to start their day. She didn’t mind, Vivienne was a morning person and this part of her routine was her favorite. She hummed softly as she put the finishing touches on her homemade cinnamon rolls and set them on the table in the dining room. There was already a small spread of food set out as well. Some eggs, both fried and scrambled, a few sausage patties, and a small pile of bacon.
Vivienne had only opened her bed and breakfast within the past year, having received an inheritance from her grandmother’s passing that gave her the money to finally follow her dream. While she would prefer to still have her grandmother with her, she was happy that she had met her goal of running her own business in the mountains, especially at the age of 24. She had thought it would’ve taken years to achieve but here it was.
Vivienne looked her age. She had wavy brown hair that framed her face, though it was usually pulled into a braid while she did her work. Her green eyes were vibrant against her pale skin, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. The woman was 5’4 and while she was fit, she had curves and a softness to her in the right places. Perfect for snuggling up to during cold weather… not that she had anyone to snuggle with. She was currently dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a knitted sweater with an apron thrown over top while she cooked.
Most of her guests were visiting the small town that was at the bottom of the winding road outside her cabin. It was a tourist town, had the weird niche museum to prove it. But it also had a charm to it, especially when it was decorated for the holidays. There were tons of things to do in the town despite the size being so small. From ice skating to skiing, there was something for everyone to do.
As Vivienne was making her own plate to eat, being sure to leave more than enough for her guest, she heard footsteps down the stairs signaling the presence of her guest. “Good morning! I wasn’t sure what you preferred for breakfast, so I cooked a small spread for you to choose from.”