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Priscilla BIOGRAPHY NAME: Priscilla Castelle AGE: 23 SPECIES: Human Force Sensitivity: Yes | Untrained FACTION: N/A RANK: N/A HEIGHT: 5'6 WEIGHT: 118lbs HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Brown STRENGTH: ██████████ DEXTERITY: ██████████ STAMINA: ██████████ INTELLIGENCE: ██████████ WISDOM...

Santiago Entry 1 | Entry 2 | Entry 3 | Entry 4 Exit Settings User CP ........ Name's Santi. Charmed. Here's the deal: a score-odd years ago there's this guy, yeah? Some kid, fresh out of school. Had wine in his eyes, those wet, doey things. Soft around the edges, waif-thin. Thought he owned...

hi

you're the best

DC, Dark Cloud?

Ryiek Journal NAME: Ryiek AGE: Thirties SPECIES: Human FACTION: N/A RANK: N/A LEVEL: One JOB: Gambler OTHER JOB: Vagabond HEIGHT: 6' WEIGHT: 189lbs HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Gray Soliloquy. Another stain, another star. They come and go, wax and wane. Beautiful, really. Disgusting...

Some time remained before the old woman's return; the pair took their seat at a high-topped table, lavish faux flush cushions adorned the chairs, and a ruddy, polished chrome dirtied the facade. It suited the place. For all the bustle and pomp the planet boasted (its denizens were wont to affix...

The cold came in muted whorls around the visor of a white-wrought environmental suit; Salvatore huddled within its clutches, swimming in gel that coated his flesh, locking heat within his body. His breath was isolated, drawn into filters that echoed harrowingly upon the exhale. He sucked it in...

Tinted plastiglass windows embellished the exterior; Roxy's Rocking Diner's facade came as a blur of colors, a wash of steel plates dashed together haphazardly. To call it retro, striking the appearance of a dismantled old freighter, was too kind. The decorations, such as they were, laid about...

oh my

To the entrance, they swept, that dissonant choir of heels and pattering toes; the quiet perceptible only by moot vibrations that staggered the breath, that clipped words from their form. An ebb and flow of vocalizations warring with the music. It was constant, dominating the pretense of sensory...

Neosynth; that was the classification of music. The way it ebbed between jarring staccatos and melodic, soothing pianissimos... the way it flowed, liquid from crest to wave, its rhythm effervescing from the softest of touches before pulsating out, reverberating against cochlea with a hypnotic...

In the moments between a heartbeat and a breath, Salvatore's brow furrowed. He listened, propped over elbows and leaning to tilt his gaze up to hers; he listened, drawing his eyes in focus to ensnare the silhouette before him. The figure of a woman, little more than shadows crossing the...

That daughter of stardust aroused his amusement. He relayed it in his laughter. Pure, innocent, stark against the unkempt tuck of his shirt. For all the bitterness, the want that wanted for release, he lost himself in such simplicities. It was elegant. Easy. A display of passion demurred by the...

because you never tell me im pretty

bite me

ps I haven't posted

Glass shifted on his palm, rose gently to his lips; he sipped of it, that wash of blue and green, tainting his teeth under the blacklight. It affixed a glow about him, a ghostly pale around flesh, shirt effervescing with each rippling motion. As an ocean, he moved. Assured, the haze of liquor...

Between them, the span of seconds passed. Slurred in the kiss of breath, of dialogue passing from lips to air, from air to ear. The words took shape, an oily, coalescing thing that slipped from cognizance and into perception; Salvatore heard her. He heard her voice treble from the echoes of the...