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2. The Silver Blade


► BASICS;
full name: Johnathan (Jonny) Peters
age: 29
birthday: November 18th 1994
zodiac sign: Scorpio
sexual orientation: Hetrosexual
relationship status: Single
religion: N/A
occupation: Gym Trainer
nationality: American.

► BACKGROUND;
place of birth: Chicago, Illinois
hometown: Chicago, Illinois
current residence: Nowhere, he Travels.
education: Enough.

► PHYSICAL;
eye color: One Brown, One Blue.
hair color: Blonde.
height: 6'1
stature: Athletic
known scars: Several blade scars on both arms, and others he won't show.

► RELATIVES;
Father: Steve Peters (Deceased)
Mother: Nancy Peters (Deceased)
Sister: Ellie Peters-Smith (Missing)
Brother: Callum Peters (Deceased)
Brother: Kalin Peters (Deceased)

►OTHER:
Takes pride in his athletic prowess and sword skills. He says it's all him, but it's PROBABLY some kind of a super-enhancement.
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1 | 0 Comments | by S1lv3rBl4de | Mar 17th 2024 04:33

Vincent Lancaster Alternate Universe Edition.


Basically this just a reference or character sheet of Vincent if he was a normal human being and not the person he was in his original timeline.
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Basic info -
Name; Vincent Lancaster
Age; 18-26 depending
Birthday; December 24th
Gender; Male
Sexuality; Straight
Place of birth; Shibuya, Japan

Appearance -
Hair color; Brown
Eye color; Yellow
Weight; 202 lbs
Height; 6’1
Skintone; Fair with pale complexions
Build; Athletic build with toned muscular fixtures.

Stats - 0-10 system
Intelligence; 10
Strength; 7
Stamina; 9
Luck; 5
Dexterity; 10
Perception; 6
Charisma; 9

Likes and dislikes -
Likes; The color blue.
Running.
Reading.
Poetry.
People who are like-minded and are kind.
Sweets.
Music.
Pizza.
Cats.
Birds.
Fall season.
Anime and various manga.
Classic literature.

Dislike; Greed.
Unkind people and liars.
Those who look down at others.
Spring season.
The color Orange.
Stories with no build up or plot.
The word moist.
Senseless violence.
People who are unkind to animals.
Writer’s block.

Backstory and info -

Vincent comes from a big and rich family of industrialists, he is considered by many, “a rich boy with too much time on his hands.” He always had it easy due to his family’s status as billionaires. However, Vincent doesn’t associate with his high status with his friends he surrounds himself with. Even while being the most popular kid in school, he devoted his time to the arts, mainly literature. All of his friends were very confused when he joined the school very own Literature club and eventually being it’s president.

He is quite handsome with looks that others would kill for. All of the girls in school would fawn over his unique looks. However he wouldn’t even give a single of them the time of day, his head was all in the clouds.. probably focused on the next piece of poetry or something about writing as it was his passion. Even with his dashing looks, he was more of a bookworm than most.

Eventually after he would graduate from school, he would go on to become a freelance writer instead of inheriting the family business which would go on to be his sister, Tera. Tera was younger than Vincent by five years but he remained rather close with her as he would do anything to protect his younger sister.

Vincent exhibits a personality that matches his demeanor. Calm, collected, focused, and sometimes even passionate. However he had a mean streak within him as he can express very intense destain for those he doesn’t like. This was shown to the bullies who harassed his friends and former classmates at his old school which he handled through violence and not so violent extremes. He is very protective of those closest to him.

Can be slightly isolating due to his family never really sparing time for him, for them to be busy with the company and not with his own care. He raised himself along with his younger sister as she was basically the only true friend he ever had. Even in school he did not trust the other kids as he felt they would just leave him and only cared for his looks, money, and status.

His favorite color is blue despite his wardrobe consists of yellow, black, or white.

(More details coming soon.)

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0 | 0 Comments | by RebelliousNature | Mar 17th 2024 03:10

Tearis 'OC'


『PERSONALITY』

As a child Tearis was emotionless. She was simply a child soldier only capable of performing her duties. As she grows older and learns the truth of the world she starts to grow emotionally.


『BACKSTORY』

Tearis Hornington was, from a young age, trained to be a soldier. The tyrant ruling her country was doing all he could to procure more troops, and she was part of one such program. Despite having such a brutal life, she ended up more gentle than the rest of the lot. The violence was engraved into her body, yet her mind remained soft.

The training camps were rough, but they still allowed the trainees to live some semblance of a normal life. One such pleasantry was that storytellers would come in from time to time, and those that wanted to listen in could. She took a liking to stories of ghosts or other apparitions. She was inspired by these stories and would come up with some herself, though she never shared them with anyone.

Now old enough to be sent into combat, she got her first taste of battle. They performed a night raid on an enemy camp that got scouted out. Being told over and over that these people were not in fact people, but demons in human skin, she thought she was performing a righteous act as she swung her blade down on soldiers that didn't have time to properly gear up. Victorious but not without injury, tearis walked away from that night with only one eye. Her hatred for the demons grew every time her wound ached.

In a later raid, taking place in a peaceful elven forest village, Tearis' world started to crumble. Clearly not evil beings, the elves protected each other valiantly, and she saw through the lies she had been fed. Her whole life she was nothing more than a pawn in a twisted game, and due to her inability to realize this earlier, the weight of her sins bore down on her all at once, crumpling her to the ground. After lying there dazed for a moment, trying to process it all, a scream brought her back to reality. She quickly got up and rushed to the protection of a young elf that was almost cut down by a soldier. She fought and killed a few of them before being stabbed non-fatally. A well placed arrow killed her assailant. The raiders were defeated, and as Tearis lay bleeding out, the young elf boy shielded her from the others.

After waking up, Tearis tried to take her own life for the atrocities she committed throughout her time in the army. The healer designated to her smacked her sword away with her staff and hit her over the head. The elf, Sari, convinces her to travel with her to a magical lake back at her hometown, one which could erase someone's memories and allow them to be reborn anew. This would essentially be suicide, but Sari had plans to convince her otherwise during the journey.

Travelling together, they grow fairly close. Tearis starts to feel that, maybe, she deserves to live despite what she's done. Ultimately, the elf is unable to change her mind. Tearis feels that her reborn, sinless self, would be more deserving of life than her. They say their goodbyes, and Tearis comes out of the magic lake without any of her memories. Sari holds her close and swears to herself that she will teach the new Tearis of her old self, in order to restore as much of her as she can.

The two of them returned to the war effort, and after 10 years, words of their heroic impact on the battlefield spread far. They had grown closer than ever through their time watching each other's backs.
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5 | 0 Comments | by Unfkins | Mar 17th 2024 00:15

character


name: izaya orihara
[ from durarara ]
age: 23
height: 5’9
weight: 182 lbs
species: human
nationality: japanese
occupation: information broker
birthday: may 4, 1987

’’ people think of him like some cold-blooded monster, but he's more human than anyone i know; he's so fragile inside. if you pumped him full of love and betrayal and such, i think he'd fall apart. i think that's why he decided to love humanity by letting everything wash over him. do you see what I'm saying? he accepts everything, but he doesn't take it in. he lets it wash over him “

appearance:
izaya has short, spiky black hair and brown eyes with pale skin. he is often described as scrawny or frail-looking. he has handsome, rather delicate facial features that can apparently become mischievous and otherwise ‘unsavory’ when he’s excited by something

his outfit consists of a black jacket with brown fur lining, a black long sleeved v-neck shirt, pants, and dark brown shoes. during winter, he wears a black, ankle length suede coat with a fur hood. sometimes, he wears a short-sleeved hoodie in warmer weather. he wears a silver ring around his left pointer finger, carries a grey flip phone and is usually armed with throwing knives of various sizes

personality:
izaya is an infamous man who claims to love humanity, although his definition of ‘love’ is rather strange. he greatly enjoys putting people in situations that are under his control in order to observe their reactions. with a thorough understanding of human behavior and tendencies, he is able to determine people's thoughts and predict their reactions with accuracy

he is cunning and charming, but his manipulative nature prevents him from making any genuine or lasting connections with others. at times, he expresses loneliness and wishes he had friends in a self degrading manner. he speaks informally with everyone, and talks like a girl on occasion, particularly online, where he pretends to be female and attempts to lure people into meeting up ‘irl’

he prefers to be obnoxious, annoying feared and/or hated by everyone he meets than be close to anyone, even his own sisters, who he has single-handedly raised from childhood. he likes to play chess and has invented a twisted version of checkers using a combination of board game pieces that he plays with by himself. this is his live map of the city that he updates based on people’s movements

although he takes delight in causing conflicts, often showing up wherever there is potential for one, he usually stays out of it, preferring to observe the fight instead of directly taking part in it. he stalks those he finds interesting or investigates rumors, as well; this is how he collects the information he sells to his clients. his back door approach to business tends to give him a bad reputation

he uses a flickblade and is skilled in parkour and freerunning. he is often described as dangerous or unstable, proving to be rather untrustworthy, and would push a stranger towards suicide if it entertained him

stay tuned for more info !! ^^ i’m going to post this before i lose my progress
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2 | 0 Comments | by izaya | Mar 16th 2024 23:53

rules


i.
okk so i’ll rp n*fw sometimes if i feel like it but it’s not what i prefer to do, so if it’s the only thing you’re interested in, kindly f*** off. i don’t erp for personal pleasure and will unadd you if you fetishize our rp or sexualize it without asking

ii.
if i do agree to n*fw, ask me for my limits. if you add me with an interest in pedophilia, necrophilia or rape i’ll dox your ip and block you !! if i’m not comfortable with what you’re into and you pressure me, i’ll hunt you for sport (for legal reasons this is a joke)

iii.
i like to rp as a cc (canon character) in third person. i’m not a huge fan of one liners or script rp but i’ll put up with it if you can at least keep the plot going. i don’t mind if you’d rather rp oc x cc or cc x cc. crossovers are ok, too !!

iv.
i tend to write a sh*t ton if i’m having fun with the rp. don’t feel pressured to match my length but pls don’t ask me to write less, i’ll cry !! /hj i put a lot of thought into my writing and a long ass reply means i’m enjoying our rp

v.
do Not force me to change anything about my character or direct me on how to respond to the rp. unless smth is making you genuinely uncomfortable, i’m not going to alter my interpretation of the cc in any way

vi.
pls be aware i’ll probably be focusing on darker themes that we might need to discuss. my cc is not necessarily a villain, but he isn’t a very good person. arguably a Bad one. as an admin i’m very friendly, tho! feel free to ask for my discord ^^

vii.
if i’m not replying it’s bc im doing hw. you can just annoy me or smth and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can, usually in a day or two. keep in mind i have audhd and bpd so this might affect how often i’m available to write a lot !! ty for understanding
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5 | 0 Comments | by izaya | Mar 16th 2024 23:12

As forever comes closer


Under construction

Basics
Full Name: Daniel Joseph Ricciardo
Nicknames: Danny
Birthday: July 1, 1989
Age: 34
Birthplace: Perth, Australia

Family
Parents:
Siblings:
Children: none

Love Life
Significant Other: Sophia (@tonight)
Started Dating: 2/20/24
Engaged:
Married:
Songs that remind me of her: Older - 5SOS, That Part - Lauren Spencer Smith,

Career
Occupation: F1 Racing Car Driver for Visa Cash App RB
Years Active: 2011 - NOW
Previous Teams: HRT, Scuderia Toro Rosso, Infiniti Red Bull Racing, Red Bull Racing, Red Bull Aston Martin Racing, Renault, McLaren, Scuderia AlphaTauri
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0 | 0 Comments | by Ricciardo | Mar 16th 2024 22:57

house rules.


   rules.
 i add people very selectively. if i deny your request, do not send another. i denied you for a reason and requesting again will just make me block you. i stick to this rule very adamantly. getting multiple requests from someone i'm not interested in is frustrating when i'm hoping to see people i'm interested in working with.

 on the same note, if you add me and i accept, i expect you to send the first message. please be original, i get bored of the people who send the same first message to everyone. "thanks for accepting, i was interested in your profile, etc." the script gets annoying after the third person sends me the same exact message. if something about my muse or profile interests you genuinely, point it out, start a conversation.

 be patient with me. i work a very demanding full time job and have a life outside of this website. frankly, this place is not my top priority and will be checked when/if i have the time. that said, it may take me a few days to respond. do not spam me if i haven't answered right away. i will block you for it. i'll get back to you when i can. i will share this same patience with you.

 if we've started plotting but it hasn't gone anywhere, i'm likely to unfriend you. you're free to add me back, but i refuse to just be a number on someone's friend list. i will go through my friends list regularly and clear it out. i'm not interested in just collecting people, and only want to have people i'm writing with or plotting with around me.

 this is not a multi-character account. i will not write another character just because you asked me to. if you want a specific character, go find someone who will write them, because it won't be me. if i wanted to have a multi-character account, i would make one and advertise it as such. until such a time comes, i will not write a character that is not the character on this account.

 i will not, under any circumstances, write sm*t with anyone outside of a select few individuals. do not ask me to, you will be told no. if you ask again, i'll block you. i am not comfortable writing with with people outside of my chosen few and will not be coerced into writing it with a stranger. if you don't believe a roleplay can be good without sm*t, see yourself out. and maybe consider getting better taste.

 i write in the third person, literate, and at least a full paragraph. i will sometimes write much more than that if i'm feeling the plot we have going. i don't expect you to match my length, but i expect more than three sentences. anything less than that and i will likely ask you to try again or end the roleplay. i don't expect a novel, but i do expect effort.

 do not, under any circumstances, approach me in character in dms. on the feed is fine, but if you're going to attempt to plot with me, please do so out of character so we can discuss things properly. i will not reply to in character messages.

 no minors, at all, whatsoever. if you're a minor and you try to add me, i will block you. i am not a babysitter, i will not accept any requests from anyone below the age of 18. if i even get so much as an inkling that you're lying about your age, i will block you. i will not ask you to prove it, that's not my business, but i will protect my space.

 don't bring your drama to me, i don't care. it's annoying and childish. i won't interact with it. if that's a problem for you, i'm sure you'll get over it. other people's problems are not my responsibility and if you message me about it i'll ignore you. sorry, not sorry. my peace matters more to me than your bs.

 no, i'm not going to share my discord or anything like that with you. don't ask. i don't share that with anyone unless i feel completely comfortable with them, at which point i will offer. if you ask, chances are that you'll never get it.

   disclaimer.
 this account will contain canon typical depictions and descriptions of violence, along with mentions of slavery, abuse, murder, self-harm, and possession.
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4 | 1 Comment | by gambler | Mar 16th 2024 22:46

Hope the world will spin slower


Tbd
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0 | 0 Comments | by Ricciardo | Mar 16th 2024 22:45

I don't wanna get older...


Connections

Romance...
@tonight

F1...
@verstappen
@ham44
@sainz


Other accounts...
@leclerc
@piquet
@albon
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0 | 0 Comments | by Ricciardo | Mar 16th 2024 22:44

And as you lay down your grace to me


Full Name : Hak Ji-Woon
Prefer to be called : Ji-Woon
Nicknames/Alias : Woon, The Trickster
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Bi-Sexual
Age : 22
Mental Age : 22
Place of Birth : Seoul, Korea
Current Place of residence : Seoul, Korea
Date of birth / Zodiac : March 30th, 2001 - Aries

Connections :
Lee Yunjin - (OPEN)
Members of No Spin - (OPEN)⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

Occupation : K-POP Idol
Dominant Hand : Right
Relationship Status : Single

Age Appearance : 20
Height : 5'10"
Hair Color : Bleached Blond
Hair Cut : Mullet
Eye Color : Black

Style of Clothing : Whatever his stylist puts him in. On his own, casual style clothing
Piercings : None
Tattoos : None
Scars/Burns/Wounds : None
Mental Health : Definitely Mentally Unstable

Addictions : (admin undecided)
Memory : Intact
Socialbility : Social around others
Loyalty : Fake loyalty, only loyal to the people that could help him further his career and popularity
Anger/Temper : Short temper, able to keep it under control when needed.
Responsibility : Little to no responsibility, decided to change whatever situation he does not like.
Self-Esteem : High confidence
Self-Control : Strong self control most of the time.


Overall Personality : Ji-Woon is a very confident person. He is passionate in his music and insists on helping with every aspect of it.

Flaws : He doesn’t care much about others feelings unless it directly affects him.
Outlook Views : Realist
Behavior : Ambivert
MBTI : ENTJ-A
Mannerisms : Prolonged eye contact when talking, biting inside of cheek when concentrating
Usual Mood : Either a quiet observer or a bit c*cky and proud.

Likes : Working out, Concerts, Parties, Music
Dislikes : Group activities

Favorite Color : Red
Favorite Food : Steak
Favorite Drink : Hot Sake and Soju
Favorite Time of Day : Night-Midnight
Favorite Season : Summer
Favorite Number : 11
Favorite Weather : Rainy/Stormy
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0 | 0 Comments | by ALLKILL | Mar 16th 2024 22:08

The skies begin to bleach red


BACKSTORY

Ji-Woon Hak thrived under the attention of others, energized by every eye that watched him and every tongue that spoke his name. Amidst the prestige, he had only one desire: more. Even as a child he found ways to draw crowds. Working at his family's restaurant, he attracted business with spectacles he performed using throwing knives. Gullible tourists believed this was a traditional South Korean experience, gladly parting with their money to witness it. Ji-Woon's father spent the restaurant's earnings on dancing and vocal lessons for his son, pushing him to attain the fame he never could.

Ji-Woon did not disappoint. After years showcasing his abilities to nobodies at talent shows, he hit the track to stardom. Yun-Jin Lee, a producer at Mightee One Entertainment, recruited Ji-Woon into her training program. He transferred to a dormitory in Seoul where, for fourteen hours a day, he was crafted into a star, taught how to move and sing, how to carry himself with the right balance of confidence and modesty.

Draining as the process was, it worked. Yun-Jin selected Ji-Woon to join the band NO SPIN, bringing a raw energy to their tracks. Fame was almost immediate. Ji-Woon lived in a daze of interviews and adoration, and though the frenzied schedule exhausted his bandmates, he was invigorated. Each day was an affirmation that he was greater than the mediocrity society spewed out.

But over time, the champagne grew stale. When he looked at his fans, he saw their joy and envy split five ways, thinned out between each band member. The validation that had surged through him left a desperate yearning for more.


FUTURE-STORY (Anything below this has NOT happened yet!)

Ji-Woon kept up impressions, mimicking a charm long buried under loathing. He recorded the latest NO SPIN album with his bandmates, never missing a beat. After a lengthy lunch break, he returned to the studio to discover fate had granted him a gift. The scent of burning wires was unmistakable. He rushed to the control room, finding the door blocked by fallen speakers. On the other side, his bandmates pounded on the door, their cries accompanied by the crackling of flames.

Ji-Woon called to them, dashing to the speakers, grabbing one and—stopping. He froze. Each breath was a conscious, deliberate process requiring all his attention, the nearby cries hardly audible until, slowly, he backed away. And then he heard it. They were screaming his name as they burnt. Screaming for him to save them. Ji-Woon! Ji-Woon! Ji-Woon Hak! It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. When the fire crew arrived, his tears were genuine.

Ji-Woon was celebrated as a tragic figure, a hero who did all he could in a futile attempt to save his friends. Yun-Jin paraded him through interviews until it was time to rebrand. He was reborn as The Trickster, a solo artist who produced his own songs, sporting a soft heart beneath a wild exterior. But, away from concert set-ups and television stages, something darker grew.

He targeted those who lived alone, coming to them in the night. The first was a college music student with a captivating voice. Ji-Woon woke him with a baseball bat to the skull, binding his arms and legs, gagging him with a rag duct taped into his mouth. He tortured him for hours, dissecting him alive. Yet there was something missing—a sound, a connection. He wanted to hear the victim's wonderous voice pleading as he cut his belly open, but all he received was muffled cries through a rag.

He learnt and adjusted.

Victims had to be abducted, driven to an abandoned building where he could let their voices carry unrestrained emotion. He made music from them, prodding in the right places to evoke different types of shrieks and howls. Stabbing the quadratus lumborum elicited a long, guttural wail, while slashing the carotid artery created a sound like a cat being strangled. There was honesty in their suffering. Ji-Woon recorded each session, synthesizing and working them into his songs, hiding them behind layers of melodies.

He was elated with his work. He left hints for police, arranging a mink boa from a recent photoshoot around a victim's slashed throat. For his next killing, he removed the teeth from a man that a boxer in one of his music videos was without. During a particularly audacious plea for attention, he killed a fan he had met during a VIP meet-up, replacing her eyes with his diamond cufflinks and writing I HAVE SEEN GOD in blood across her chest. Each scene was a dazzling spectacle.

Between music and murder, Ji-Woon's work was discussed globally. However, as violence became his preferred art style, his music career took a hit. Revenue was down and Mightee One executives pointed their fingers at him. Yun-Jin, with professional fury, came to his defense, but she was outnumbered. It was decided that Ji-Woon could no longer self-produce his songs.

The decision was devastating. His tracks fused genuine humanity into music, yet executives rejected anything that wasn't generic and expected. And so be it. If they couldn't understand his art, he would incorporate them into it until they did.

He had three months until he was to perform a private show for Mightee One's board members; three months to plan his magnum opus. He transferred obscene amounts of money to a veterinarian in exchange for canisters of nitrous oxide, then bribed the stage technician of Mightee One's private theatre for access to the room. His celebrity granted him a benefit of the doubt no regular person could conceive. When the show was ready, gas seeped into the room as executives and stagehands awaited Ji-Woon, conveniently running behind schedule.

When he arrived, half-conscious bodies were splayed in their seats and crawling across the floor. He worked quickly, binding everyone, pausing only when he came to Yun-Jin — the woman who had plucked him from a mudhole and set him on the path he deserved. She would be rewarded, granted special access to the coming display of wonder. Even under sedation, she fought, a raging storm within her, far stronger than the others. He propped her up as the lone audience member, prying her eyes open. The others, sniveling and sobbing, were brought on stage to perform their final act. With a contemptible sneer, he slapped makeup onto their faces and shone stage lights upon them. They became his instruments.

To the sound of self-produced melodies, he tortured them, gracefully dashing from one body to another, conducting an operatic crescendo from their wailings. They shouted, whimpered, screamed, cried for their loved ones, cried for their mothers. It was a magnificent outpouring of emotion, of what it meant to be human, and they did it with eyes fixed on Ji-Woon.

Viscera drained from the stage until, with the toss of his throwing knife, the final human instrument fell silent and the music stopped. Covered in sweat and blood, an exhausted Ji-Woon looked to Yun-Jin and bowed. Curtain call. He had attained perfection. With blade in hand, he made his way to Yun-Jin, prepared to tie up loose ends before the credits rolled. But as he reached her —

The Fog.


[credits to the Dead by Daylight creators for this because I was NOT writing it all from memory!]
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0 | 0 Comments | by ALLKILL | Mar 16th 2024 22:07

And the stars begin to fall


[COMING SOON]
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0 | 0 Comments | by ALLKILL | Mar 16th 2024 22:07

I feel myself changing


[COMING SOON]
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0 | 0 Comments | by ALLKILL | Mar 16th 2024 22:07

✪ Broken Promises ✪


"I was stuck in Madripoor for five years. Five years! If it wasn't for Sam clearing my name, I'd still be there."

He should've went looking for Sharon after making sure Bucky was safe in Wakanda and breaking his friends from out of The Raft. He made a promise to her, and like her trust in him, it was broken.

What caused Sharon's outburst?

He'd heard her say something about being on her own, and corrected her by saying she wasn't.

She lashed out, unleashing five years worth of pent up anger. Finally allowing her words come to light.

What did he do?

Vanished once again to leave her feeling emotionally numbed.

OOC: written in conjunction with @vengeance comment.
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0 | 0 Comments | by CAPTAINROGERS | Mar 16th 2024 21:29

Star Wars OC


About my OC, you wish to know. Ask, you must. ;P
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