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Aug. 30th, 2016 02:14 pmPLAYER
Player name: Kara
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CHARACTER
Character Name: Flick har Sarestes
Character Age:28, looks likes he's in his late teens/early twenties.
Canon: Wraeththu
Canon Point: Shortly after being locked in a guest room in Forever and held against his will by Seel. Wraiths of Will and Pleasure, Chapter 24
( Read more... ) He craned his neck to try and see the Thing behind him. Nope. on second thought, Flick broke out into a run.
Player name: Kara
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Characters currently in-game: None
CHARACTER
Character Name: Flick har Sarestes
Character Age:28, looks likes he's in his late teens/early twenties.
Canon: Wraeththu
Canon Point: Shortly after being locked in a guest room in Forever and held against his will by Seel. Wraiths of Will and Pleasure, Chapter 24
( Read more... )
Maybe if he stayed, really, really still?
Additional Sample: Flick couldn't believe it, even as he was escorted up the stairs of We Dwell In Forever. Seel was locking him up again. This time physically. He was actually locking him up. He dared stare into the eyes of his former chesnari when he called his guards to escort him to the guest bedroom.
"You'll have to call your guards." He had said. "Call them. It's the only way you'll force me to stay." And then, Seel actually did. Up until then it had been possible for the two to make up. It had been possible for them to try, with a lot of work, to put the past behind them. For them to maybe realize they had all been pawns in something so much larger than themselves. But to Flick, Seel had already sold himself; he sold his body and soul and all his beliefs. For what? Power? He'd betrayed everything Flick thought Seel believed in. He'd sold his dreams. Something had happened to take an upstanding har, who had worked so very hard to build a working town from the ground up. Saltrock had been Seel's. Or so Flick thought. He thought he had known Seel, what he had desired and wished for. Now, it looks like he was wrong. Maybe they'd all been played, and underneath all that fighting and wanting was just puppet strings. Maybe nothing was actually theirs. That was a sad thought, but one that he'd been wondering ever since the Uigenna. The Dehar, Thiede, what if when Flick created the Dehara, he created something he couldn't control? Something that could control them? What if there was no free will after all?
Walking up the long stairway, he didn't know what to believe. Pellaz had once been a friend. A close friend. But now, he was Tigron. He was running a tribe. No, bigger than that. A country? If rumor was too believed, one day all of Wraeththu. If hara like Seel were what Pellaz was looking for, well, Flick wasn't sure he liked that Pell anymore. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what had happened to a har that was once so caring and innocent and beautiful to turn them. No, Flick was quite sure he wouldn't like this new Pellaz at all. He could only hope that there was a little bit of the old left in him, that maybe Thiede and Seel and whoever else hadn't completely ruined him. He could only hope that he'd be able to fight, be able to run and hide somewhere. Hide somewhere no one could ever find them, puppet strings and all. Unlike Seel, Flick intended to fight. He wasn't giving up on his dreams as easily.
He glanced back, hoping Seel would see the utter disappointment in his eyes when the door closed and the lock clicked in place.
Additional Sample: dankmemes.dreamwidth.org/8183.html
"You'll have to call your guards." He had said. "Call them. It's the only way you'll force me to stay." And then, Seel actually did. Up until then it had been possible for the two to make up. It had been possible for them to try, with a lot of work, to put the past behind them. For them to maybe realize they had all been pawns in something so much larger than themselves. But to Flick, Seel had already sold himself; he sold his body and soul and all his beliefs. For what? Power? He'd betrayed everything Flick thought Seel believed in. He'd sold his dreams. Something had happened to take an upstanding har, who had worked so very hard to build a working town from the ground up. Saltrock had been Seel's. Or so Flick thought. He thought he had known Seel, what he had desired and wished for. Now, it looks like he was wrong. Maybe they'd all been played, and underneath all that fighting and wanting was just puppet strings. Maybe nothing was actually theirs. That was a sad thought, but one that he'd been wondering ever since the Uigenna. The Dehar, Thiede, what if when Flick created the Dehara, he created something he couldn't control? Something that could control them? What if there was no free will after all?
Walking up the long stairway, he didn't know what to believe. Pellaz had once been a friend. A close friend. But now, he was Tigron. He was running a tribe. No, bigger than that. A country? If rumor was too believed, one day all of Wraeththu. If hara like Seel were what Pellaz was looking for, well, Flick wasn't sure he liked that Pell anymore. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what had happened to a har that was once so caring and innocent and beautiful to turn them. No, Flick was quite sure he wouldn't like this new Pellaz at all. He could only hope that there was a little bit of the old left in him, that maybe Thiede and Seel and whoever else hadn't completely ruined him. He could only hope that he'd be able to fight, be able to run and hide somewhere. Hide somewhere no one could ever find them, puppet strings and all. Unlike Seel, Flick intended to fight. He wasn't giving up on his dreams as easily.
He glanced back, hoping Seel would see the utter disappointment in his eyes when the door closed and the lock clicked in place.
Additional Sample: dankmemes.dreamwidth.org/8183.html
