Post by leo on May 16, 2015 22:10:29 GMT
Emerson Daeren
emerson is a teenager, fourteen years old, almost fifteen. she's an average sized-girl, rather thin like most other reds. she's got a mess of dirty-blonde hair she wears either in a side-braid, or down and messy. she has mocha colored eyes and a face smudged with soot and dirt. her mother died giving birth to her, and her father never returned from war. she never knew either of them. her brother raised her all by himself, and he was her everything. her light in the dark. now, she trusts almost no one. it takes a lot to get her to trust you, and a little to break that trust. she doesn't even trust fellow reds. the reason for her distrust is her brother; they were struggling. her brother had a job, so he could stay home and care for her emerson instead of going to war. but the job wasn't paying enough, so he talked to someone in town who he knew he could trust, and the person agreed to smuggle a few coins from a silver for him. though what he didn't know was that person was struggling as well, and this was the perfect chance for him to earn some cash from the silver generals. he set him up. he stole some coins, gave them to her brother, and when his back was turned, called the silver generals on him. he was to be executed, as the man stole from a high silver. as one last favor, he got to see emerson one last time. he gave her the small rock with a painted pink heart on it to remember him by, and a pocket knife to keep her safe. he told her he loved her, and to be strong. and then he was gone. she trusted no one else from that day on, and learned to do everything herself. she was good at being independent and needed no one else. not many people who knew who she was really trusted her anymore, since the rumors of what happened had become wild and crazy. people believed she was some sort of criminal. her own neighbors threatened her to leave, and the silvers didn't care - good riddance to that girl, they thought. so when a crazy thing happened to em and she decided to assist a red on the run, no one would miss her. in fact, glad might be a better way to describe their feelings when (or if) they find her house in shambles.
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Devan
NAME Devon Titanius
AGE 18 years old. 12/11 Birthday
GENDER cismale
SEXUALITY homoromantic asexual
ABILITY burner
RANK crown prince
APPEARANCE tba
PERSONALITY tba
LET YOUR COLORS BLEED
AND BLEND WITH MINE
