Maeryn Blair Rocha

Maeryn Blair Rocha (meaning Bitter, Plain, Rock) was born in the city of Wolcott in Kerra. She was born out of wedlock, and her mom died in childbirth with her. A friendly neighbor who had just lost her own baby took her in and raised her until she was ten. She grew up an angry, difficult child, feeling like life was unfair because she didn't have a mother. When she was eight and it was time for her to get her name, the spiritual leader in the community named her Maeryn, or Bitter, and Blair, or Plain. By plain he meant to express hope for an easy, level future, like a plain or prairie. Instead, Maeryn took it as an insult and hated the leader forevermore.

When she was ten, long-lost relatives came looking for their cousin, Asha, and found only her bitter daughter. They took her in out of duty, and fear that she would be left homeless again, as the neighbor was ill. So, Maeryn found herself in (the country where Kate lives... I can't remember the name and I'm too lazy to look it up), the only Kerran in school, and so the only child with a dark complexion and dark hair. She grew up being teased, until she finally learned to defend herself, and then she was feared and hated. She never had a friend because she would never let anyone near her. Even her "Aunt and Uncle", as she called her mother's cousins, made her leave the house as soon as she was old enough because she was cruel to their children, who were young and tender.

Maeryn felt that the injustices she endured gave her power, and over the years a plan formulated to take over the government because she had more experience because of the hardships in her early years, and therefore would be a better ruler. Her idea was intriguing, but the fact that she was a woman caused many to doubt her abilities. She gathered followers by, at first, dressing as a man before "recruiting", but eventually she was recognized as a very capable leader, regardless of gender. And if someone still had qualms, a flogging and a day in the pit usually showed them otherwise.

Maeryn had a soul at one point, and for those who believed that a soul was essential to life believed she still had one, but others said she sold it to the devil for his support. Indeed, that seemed to be true, because if someone was heartless or evil or enjoyed cruelty they found her. She didn't shrink from inflicting pain, and reveled in emotional torment. A lifetime without love robbed her of any conscience she may have possessed. When Kate meets her, she is so consumed with her goal of domination that any sense about the foolishness of it all has been forgotten.

A Life-Long Question

ARE WE DEAD?
(What? No, I wasn't making a reference...)

What I mean is, that that Hibernating Bear that is We, has tipped over the scale. Not enough berries in Fall, maybe? That fact is, no one has been posting: FALSE! No one has been commenting. I have been posting. And in some mix of frustration, confusion, boredom, annoyance (not to be confused with frustration), and a spurt of creative energy, I am posting again. So you'd better reply to this, or you might get your above mentioned question answered. Very. Soon.

So ever since I went to the Death-themed Halloween Concert a few years ago, I've been fascinated by the personification of death (Fueled only slightly by Terry Pratchet).

Truth be told, I've been toying with this idea of Death as a character in one of my books, and not as the antagonist, but as the Love interest in a love triangle. Can we say 'intrigue'?
This, however, is not death as you know him. In fact, he's not even the real Death.

Long ago (of course), The two equal, balancing forces of nature were predestined for love--no matter what. But while planning this fated companionship, Universe, like a few Romance novelists I could mention, was still young and Naive, and rather foolish. It made the terrible and all-too-common mistake of thinking that predestination=Insta-Love. But it didn't take Compatibility into consideration.

The two fated forces I am referring to are Birth and Death. They are the two forces that control literally every aspect of life as we know it--forever contradicting, always attracted by pure repulsion: Birth to bring, Death to remove, Birth to renew, and so on.

But such a relationship lead to a constant On/Off cycle. They were, sadly, the opposite in every nature. But this was to be expected, and in way, necessary. Then the real problem started...

Most parties agree that it started with Birth's boyfriend, but a few others say it was really Death, whose warmth and affection went cold, which--the first point out--stemmed from Birth's constant mood-swings and smothering tendencies--which were really because Death commitment issues (ironic, I know...)--which...

It was a tug-and-pull as infinite as the Chicken/Egg paradox.

Death became a workaholic, a Birth started to see other people, and when you're an eternal personified force of nature, there really aren't other fish in the sea. So the fish resorted to birds.
Ah, we asked, but where is the home built?

Fate, always the Romantic, said from the beginning that Death and Birth must have Love, like the perfect balancing point of a spoon on your finger. So, in a sort of see-saw that wasn't hitched properly in the middle, the Death portion swung around and a new player climbed on, the true love of Birth, or so Fate hoped.

Isaac, oldest son of Samuel Miller, got very dizzy on see-saws. When Birth pulled him on unwillingly, let's say he was less than pleased. Where there is love, there must be Death, and so he was.

One-sided love is like playing on a see-saw by yourself, as Birth found out, sadly. But you don't have a name like Birth by being a quitter. She tried all sorts of ways to make the New Death love her as much as she loved him. She tried everything she could think of to bring together the two totally separate worlds. She even insisted that he call her "Bertha." It was worth a shot.

Isaac Death discovered, as had the Old Death, that the easiest way to avoid Birth was to delve deeper in The Work. It wasn't terribly pleasant, but Isaac found himself getting somewhat decent job satisfaction. Only the infant deaths and miscarriages were really troublesome.

But Death managed. Sometimes he wondered what happened to the old Death. A horrible inkling in his mind said he was dead, which awakened a whole plethora of questions that, after his most recent experiences in the field, he'd rather not answer.
He was a rather good Death, anyone would tell you--if they could. He was usually polite, although impatient, and held on to the firm belief that Death should be personal, which only lead to the "Planner of Hell," he casually called it.
He wasn't completely lonely. Birth had her good points and there was always the Horse...
Contrary to popular opinion, Isaac is quite fleshy with blond hair and brown eyes and crooked teeth. He also talks to himself, but most people don't know that.

Eva is seventeen and not liking it. She is stubborn and argumentative. She looks at hypothetical situations literally. She dislikes children because they always stare. She is uncomfortable with her body weight, especially her baby-bouncing hips and disproportionate, tiny feet. She has long, straight, light brown/dark blond hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes. She likes punk rock, but you wouldn't know it looking at her. Eva's not totally contrary, of course: She can always make her best friend, Hannah, laugh until she wets herself. Eva is generally the no-nonsense friend all girls in her high school go to for sound advice--although, never with a party invite. Eva is also a competent flute-player, though she'd never admit it.
Eva has been afraid of dogs since she was attacked by one when she was three. In fact, she doesn't like most animals, except for cats, because they keep themselves to themselves and are usually quiet. She hates job-hunting, which is what she's been doing for the past six months. She doesn't like boys because they don't like her. She also can see Death, and hates him for it. Her ultimate pet-peeve is when people talk to themselves.

C.J. Wilder

Meet Ceasar Julius Wilder (and no, the name was unintentional; I didn't even think about it until I said his full name to myself one day and thought, "Oh, hey, what do you know? That fits.").

C.J. is head of a huge corporation, which his grandfather, Julius Wilder, built from the ground up, and is one of the most prestigious, and powerful companies in the western states--or was.
Wilder Inc. was bequeathed to Ceasar after his father's untimely death after his Lamborghini was T-boned by a drunk in a corvette. Insurance covered everything--down to replacing the car--and in accordance to the the late Mr. Wilder's Will, his only child was given everything, except two or three houses bequeathed to the widowed Mrs. Wilder, who lived out her days in the mansion in Miami and remarried, or so Ceasar was told in an off-hand manner by his secretary.
Ceasar became the sole owner of Wilder Inc. now, and he preferred to keep it that way. Despite generous offers of merging by other companies and more experienced businessmen, the young and ambitious Mr. C.J. Wilder kept the business "in the family," he said, which is strange to relate, since he was without sibling, spouse, or prodigy.
Under his precocious business savvy, Wilder Inc. grew. He bought out competitors first, then smaller businesses, the tiny, family-run shops, and eventually established a true monopoly. Enthralled by his success, Ceasar became more and more obsessed with his business. Despite his large house, Mr. Wilder lived alone, if you don't count the enormous staff necessary to run the place. He lost close personal friends slowly, along with connections to any remaining relatives. After a while, Ceasar no longer enjoyed the beautiful lands his money kept and preserved. Soon, even his employees stopped hearing from him. Little by little, maids and butlers, curious as the purpose of the château's upkeep, quit, and eventually stopped showing up, till only a single maid and butler were left. People would have been noticed the gradual deterioration of the Wilder Mansion, if they'd been around. The town that used to be the proud home of Wilder Inc., became a ghost town. Since the Wilder empire had bought out most of the businesses, most people couldn't keep work. Locals left first, and after several years, even the foreign help hired by Wilder Inc., had to leave, too.

Once proud and bustling, the Wilder Mansion glittering in iron-wrought pride, the city died, and the Wilder empire fell with it. Other younger and ambitious businesses bought out stock and merchandise, until Wilder, once a house-hold name, was now almost totally forgotten. Media abandoned its business superstar, the once young and renowned Mr. C.J. Wilder. Those who had worked for him said he was most likely dead, and that he'd probably negotiated with Death himself to somehow profit in the after life.

Those who knew him personally, however, say he's still alive, sitting alone in his office, calculating numbers of stocks and the state of the market, his inbox still ever full of business reports from all over the world, imagined by his gifted, business-savvy mind. Or that was the last they heard, anyway...

The definitions of Death and Life can be blurred, sometimes, by those who push to the extreme. Ceasar Wilder, in honesty, is still alive, if you can call it living, but his physical human form is completely lost, having been forsaken along with everything else Human.
The only word to describe what he has become is Beast.

Meet the Friedman's

Morgan is your average snotty teenager: her clothes and hair is totally new, her little brother is a dweeb, and her father is clueless in all areas unrelated to Plate Tectonics, which is how he got his Ph.D. It's is also why they are moving from San Fransisco to Small Town, American, in the West, where cowboys and hicks live, according to Jem, the youngest of the two siblings; it's the first place to offer Mr. Friedman a job.

James Arnold "Jem" Friedman is fourteen, completely occupied with girls, video games, skateboards, girls, spiking his hair, girls, and (secretly) Astronomy. He was labeled as a nerd in middle school and has since recovered to a "skater" rank in junior high. Olive-toned skin with freckles, matching hair-color, and blue eyes. His new braces fiercely threaten his new popularity, and any chance of ever having a girlfriend, so he makes sure to get black rubber bands and bares them at bullies. He got a rough reputation with the Super Intendant in the first month of the school year, for being in two fist fights and accused of starting a food fight in the cafeteria. His father hopes the move will allow Jem to start "with a clean slate" (pun very much intended by Mr. Friedman).

Mr. Friedman is a round, short, balding, middle-aged man, with eye-twinkles and nose that looks like a miniature of his torso and is red from him constantly wiping it on account of a head-cold he's had since Jem was three. He's a naturally trusting man and very kind-hearted, but is also a softie when it comes to disciplining his children. His trouble in finding a job stems mostly from a slight stutter, making lectures on the university level difficult (Hence his eagerness in accepting a job in a little high school). He's had the stammer for years and Specialists say it stems from an inferiority complex.
Mr. Theodore "Theo" Friedman wears bland clothes, usually involving fading sweater-vests and grey pants. His mouth has a little droop at one corner that gives him the appearance of frowning most of the time. He likes documentaries and murder mysteries, classical music, clam chowder, and plays golf (poorly) in his free time.
In short, Theo Friedman is often described as a sad little man by everyone except himself, his children, and late wife, who would call him bubbly and soft-voice and -hearted with a weakness for tiny, fluffy dogs.

Morgan, who is the actual Main Character, is tall and gangly, with hardly any shape she's proud of. For most of her life, her chocolate, wavy hair reached almost past her back, until most of her friends started to chop theirs off, and she eventually followed suit. Unlike her peers, however, Morgan didn't hack it into a small, tight bob, but kept it shoulder-length so she could still pull it back. Although technically "in style," her clothes are always department store brandless things, and never the boutique-style fashion she dreams about. She still wears the same sneakers from last year. They're broken in, fit her feet like thick skin, and are perfect for her track meets, but are "tasteless," as she described them to her father. Morgan wishes she could be like her other friends, who wear beautiful flats or heels, or even "dressy-casual" sneakers to school.
Apart from her many desires, Morgan enjoyed her art classes at her old high school, even though she considers herself a pretty incompetent painter. She prefers Oldies to Pop, and knows every Herman's Hermits songs by heart. She's been nagging her father for voice lessons, but without much success. When she doesn't get her way, she resorts to sarcasm and scoffing sighs, complete with eye-rolling.
Only two years older than her brother, their relationship is on basically good terms: they were called the Dynamic Duo by every old spinster and her sister on the block, but have since found different interests, and really talk only late on school nights about personal things.

This family is for my modern day Beauty and the Beast story, which I'm still stitching a plot together for. You may be hearing more about it in the near future.

Gender Swap Anyone??

So, I'm very tempted to change my villain from my "Kate" story from a man to a woman. Originally, Lord Stephan was the villain. He's a power-hungry, cruel man who wants the kingdom. Basically. In one part he actually flogs Kate. (I'm cruel! I know!) But now I've had a wonderfully evil woman enter my mind (still nameless, though) who could take Lord Stephan's place. The thing is, their personalities are not the same. In a metaphor, he is a charging bull while she is a poisonous snake. In the scene I've written her into (not necessarily with Kate) she ends by ordering the girl she's captured's heart cut out. (Again with the cruelty! I'm sorry, but sometimes I think these characters have lives of their own! :P ) She likes to take her prisoners' weaknesses and twist them to cause pain. I don't know... what's your opinion? And name ideas would be nice, too.

Josh Broomhead

Broomhead is a real last name. It made me laugh when I saw it....

Age: sixteen
Status: sophomore
Powers: his powers revolve around electricity. He learns to read the faintest magnetic and electric fields, even those in the mind, muscles, and nerves. While he can't pin down specific thoughts a person is having, he can predict what they're going to do and they're emotions (if powerful enough). He is one of twenty super-powered people in the United States. The United States has the least Superhumans out of all the world.
History: he's lived a basically normal life with a few weird instances. He has a normal family with an average salary, car, pet, etc..
His English teacher is Mr. Careless (that's important).
Personality: he's geeky, but good-natured. He's not well-liked by those around him, due to odd habits. Only Mr. Careless has faith in him to be more than average.

Winter's Child

Well, as I'm the only person as of yet to not contribute...I figure I will, but only to avoid the potential nagging I'll get :)

Because I'm lazy, I'm just going to paste in here the description I've already made for him (I tend to be obsessive-compulsive about my characters like that). I'll edit the parts that give away his secrets. Oh, and so you know, this character lives in a fictional world:

Wint (Winter’s Child)

Age: 17

Looks: 8-year-old physique, blonde hair, penny-brown eyes, pug-nose, left-handed

History: Wint appeared as a baby at a specialized center for unwanted male infants. He grew up there, where he learned about the perfect world outside the walls that he lived in, the legendary technology that had not been incorporated into his home, knowledge of the natural world, and training in hand-to-hand combat weapons, contrary to the more modern type in existence. He stopped growing when he was eight years old, and even the most modern scientists, trained in genetics and the like, could not find a reason for his stunt. None of his body ever developed past that age, giving him a saddened existence, but the kind treatment of the others in the center never gave him bitterness for his condition. He is optimistic and adventurous, but any fantasies he has are attacked by his factual teachers.

Personality: Wint's upbringing has taught him that the world is a carefully oiled machine, and so he views through eyes of optimism and altruism. This does, however, prove a disadvantage when he is thrown into the real world, where his inexpertness about the way society works shows a conflict, and he struggles to match his expectations to what he sees. Also from this upbringing, he expects a world of math, not caring. He knows that others must be treated with compassion, but only because it keeps things peaceful and productive. Values and morals are tools for happiness.

He also struggles with his growth disorder. Though he is optimistic, he is unhappy with his circumstances. When for the first time others treat him with disdain, he reacts with fire. He learns to hate looking young and seeks actively to change his position, which is the first driver of the story. As he is continually rejected in his attempts, he grows more and more frustrated.

Wint is a firm advocate of magic, first to try and solve his curse, second because it is valuable to others. He disagrees with King Amasa, who after taking over destroyed every instance of magic he could find, replacing it with technology.

Dameon

If you've been on workstation lately you might have read my story with Kate, but I didn't post the part with Dameon in it, so to introduce you to him...

Dameon, age 15
His parents died when he was young enough that he doesn't know his last name. He would be charming and debonair if it weren't for his teasing sense of humor and the fact he has no sense of grammar. He takes care of his shy younger sister, but also tries to get her to be more outgoing. When he finds Kate alone and helpless he is willing to help with almost no information. He is kind and considerate, but still a hormonal teenager, though he has NO interest in girls.
He is average height, skinny, and dirty. His hair is brown and unkempt and his eyes are big and brown. His smile is almost bigger than his face, and is a nearly permanant feature.

Kadim & Menna

Kadim (kah-DEEM) is heir to the throne of a tiny, overlooked country called Majivana (I combined the Arabic word Ma meaning 'water' and the Hindi word Jivana meaning 'life'. There is a spring which the city is built around that hasn't run dry in two generations) squished between Pakistan and India, just a few miles northeast of the Arabian sea. I've also stolen a lot of the culture from Indian history, with a little Arabic merchant/nomad thrown in.

Kadim is short for his age, and young for prince. He's not the first born, as most heirs should be, but all of his older brothers have married into other, larger dynasties, leaving their home town for good, although they love to drop in and offer military aid and highly opinionated advice to their little brother. Their father, Ojas, a large, broad-chested, round-bellied king was much loved by his subjects, for he always taught his children equity, loyalty, justice, mercy and the duty a king had to his people. Kadim always admired his father, but, of course, he's got big shoes to fill (except kings never wear shoes). Ojas' death is an enigma to the royal physicians, and Kadim's mother is now a widow and only her former station of First Wife and Queen allows her to remain in the palace at all.
Now the kingdom fully rests on Kadim's shoulders, or it would, except the much taller, albeit ancient, advisors to his late father got it first. In Majivana, a Prince can only become King and assume total rule over his country under two conditions. 1) All the old advisors must die, and 2) the prince must first marry.
The former condition was made so that wisdom could be past between generations of rulers. Only when the last Viser has gone the way of all the earth can the prince appoint his own advisors. Kadim dislikes his father's Advisors, who look down their noses at him as still a young child.
Kadim enjoys practicing different fighting techniques with his body guard and good friend, a tall, black-skinned foreigner named Julius who came to Majivana as an indentured servant, earned his freedom through the wars, and became famous for his strength and courage in battle.
Kadim always wanted to travel, but being tied down by a kingdom, and traveling being dangerous, he instead pays great expenses to collect rare flora and fauna from far-away lands and keeps them in the royal menagerie.
Kadim is old-fashioned and believes a woman is a precious jewel to be admired, paid for, polished, and protected. They are, however, worrisome, tiring, and expensive. He can't imagine having one constantly around, let alone several dozen, like his father did and advisors and brothers do. He is very opinionated, and though he's polite and naturally generous, he still believes that royalty are indeed better than those they rule over. That's why they rule over them.

With the latter condition of Kadim's coronation, we meet Menna. Menna is a daughter to an old war hero gone farmer. She lives in a clay hovel with her Father, who still loves to retell the War Years in great detail and splendor; her mother, who is frazzled and aged by the worries of raising four children, along with the usual famine and pestilence; her oldest brother Salim, a tall and burly farmer boy with a broad, easy smile who is very slow to take a offence, but quick to offend--usually on accident; her older sister Sarina, a talkative and strong-willed girl with about eleven boys vying for her hand, but who is more interested in Menna's love life; and her younger brother, Dharma, a stormy boy who starts fights often with the other boys and loses, who Sarina frequently calls "Fool of a Dharma". Menna is the only person he ever opened up to and doesn't want her to get married, because then she'll have to live in her husband's household. Menna has a quiet voice, but is extremely stubborn. She's fairly short, with her thick, black hair halfway to the floor. Too busy for interests, she helps her father in the fields with her brothers instead of in the house and town with her mother and Sarina. Her favorite time of year is semiannual Harvest, when almost everyone has enough food and people smile more. She believes oceans and horses are mythological and hopes to never marry, mostly because she fears widowhood and she doesn't do well with children, probably because she thinks they'll be like Dharma or the boys who beat him up. She's especially close to Salim, who generally helps with keeping the suitors at bay. He thinks no man alive is good enough for his sisters, although he wants to see them looked after.
Menna is a worrier. Her greatest fear is raiders, who could come across the desert and ransack Majivana, like they did in her father's stories. This as grown into a fear of almost all men, except for her father, brothers, and a few cousins. She worries, too, about her mother's failing health and a how hoarse her voice has gotten lately. Lastly, she worries about her own reputation. Girls should not be working in fields. They should be preparing for marriage indoors. They should only work during harvest, when every hand is needed. Her secret wish is to one day meet King Ojas.

Thomas "Ark" Careless

Careless, by the way, is a real last name. And in case you didn't know, Thomas is a real first name AND last name. His nickname, Ark, was given to him as a child. At the age of twelve, he weighed two-hundred pounds AND had a minister for a father. Ark seemed appropriate. Now, at the age of twenty-five, he's anything BUT overweight. He's skinny, fit, good-looking (tall, dark, and handsome kinda thing going for him). He's a published writer.

Likes: he always carries a bag of peanuts wherever he goes, saying that they're the source of his inspiration. When in the process of writing a novel, he consumes thousands of peanuts and downs at least fifty cans of Ginger Ale. He's attached to his dog, Bark, and his blind cat, Meow. He's a fan of action movies, paper-back novels, tacos, and flowers. He has a keen interest in swords, guns, and cars. He loves correcting people's English. His favorite musician is Bobby McFerrin.

Dislikes: his pet-peeve is when people snap gum anywhere, anytime. He hates alarm clocks, and avoids them at all costs. He doesn't get along with his father who wanted him to be a minister.

He is single, and wants to stay that way.

He's a straight Democrat.

Jason and Jenny

Jason woke up one morning in a junk yard with amnesia.
He calls himself Jason because that's the name on the tag of the leather jacket he was wearing when he woke up. Luckily, after a week or two of sleeping on park benches, he discovered his affinity to engines, got a job at a Garage on the edge of town, and could barely afford a run-down apartment downtown.

Well-honed skills with a knife; an extensive knowledge of cars and motorcycles; a lingering smell of cigarettes on his jacket; the way muggers and law-abiding citizens all avoid him like the plague; his natural preference to alleyways; and a craving for peanut butter whenever he's nervous or agitated are the only clues he has to his past. He figures he must have been a pretty hardened criminal and tends to label himself as such, even though the only law he's broken since he woke up was the Speed Limit. He hates crowds, noisy women, hospitals, and shaving the cleft in his chin.

Jason is shorter than average, but thickly set. He usually wears loose-fitting, old jeans, t-shirts, black hiking boots, and of course, the leather jacket because he feels like it's the only key to his identity. His hair is almost black with highlights, which have grown out to the ends. His skin is pale and his eyes are icy blue. When faced with a difficult decision, like whether to buy Crunchy or Creamy, he tends to rub his prominently bumpy French nose and scratch his sideburns. While driving to and from work in his faded blue pickup truck he practically got for free, Jason will listen to anything on the radio with a guitar solo in it.


Jenny was born to a high-income parents who weren't planning on being parents. Her mother had long-since passed her prime and the birth was very difficult on her. After an emergency C-section and difficult recovery, her mother subconsciously resents her daughter, whom they named Jennifer, after her paternal grandmother. Both jenny's mother (a Socialite with her own column in a Financial Magazine) and her father (the owner of a large bank and large business investor) work constantly and unintentionally dumped their daughter on their many employed servants. Jenny learned early that children were meant to be seen as little as possible and not heard at all.
Just when Jenny started to have her own private tutor (even an inconvenient daughter of two rich parents is too good for public pre-school), The family stocks went south and her family lost half their wealth. Her mother turned to frequent nights "out" and wearing more make up than usual, and her father turned to drink. Many late nights, Jenny's rich, successful, well-breed father would start raving about how his financial ruin is due to an untimely daughter and beat jenny about once a week. The maids' salaries were doubled to keep them quiet. Jenny ran away three times. the last time, her parents didn't even know for two days, and then they didn't phone the police, for fear of their reputation.
Jenny is soft spoken and laughs and cries easily. She is slow to anger, but tends to hold on to grudges. She is very trusting, to a fault. She makes friends easily, and is completely loyal until her trust is betrayed. She's extremely flirtatious to any man with ears and a smile, but also blatantly innocent and gullible. She loves ball room dancing, soft rock, dogs, romance novels, the color purple, and her history classes. Jenny has been good-naturedly teased by her friends as an over-achieving grade-grubber. She's been known for puking before final exams.

Jenny is slightly taller than average and gangly; rumors have spread that she had an eating-disorder. She wears her reddish brown, straight hair in a bob. She believes her bony hands and freckles to be her personal cross, and her green eyes to be her one virtue. She loves wearing necklaces but is afraid to get her ears pierced. Her most prized possession is a stuffed rabbit backpack that she's had as long as she can remember, and it looks it.

David Blacksmith

This is merely copied word for word (written a few months ago) from my notebook as a test to see what the posts look like on the blog. Whether we decide on a template to describe our characters on later is a voting issue. Personally, I think we should be able to describe our characters however the heck we want to, but oh well.

David Blacksmith
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The world is conspiring against him, but that's a story matter.
Tamed, chocolate brown hair.
Not-so-devoted Catholic, but has morals and standard and more or less sticks to them.
Only slightly taller than average.
Isn't a person that talks on impulse, rather he keeps a lot to himself.
The only reason he's built solidly is genetics.
Doesn't knkow how much his friends love him.
A soft round face that puts a lot more emotion in everything than his words do.