Post by Ava Favreau on Jan 21, 2018 21:52:48 GMT
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Verse:
OC - The
Diaries
Character Name:
Ava Favreau
Face-Claim:
Abigail Spencer
RP Sample: { This should be at least 250 words for OC's, and at least 400 words for cannons }
Crossing her slender legs when looking up from her book, Ava reminisced on her early days as a newly changed. Her temper had always gotten the best of her, something she still to this day struggled with.
Questions: { The answers to these questions are found in our rules }
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Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: Len
Verse:
OC - The
DiariesCharacter Name:
Ava Favreau
Face-Claim:
Abigail Spencer
RP Sample: { This should be at least 250 words for OC's, and at least 400 words for cannons }
What has become of this new world?
Heartbeat slowly decreased until there was hardly any blood left to pump the muscle that so desperately fought to provide the body within the tight grasp with the source to life. The taste in her mouth was euphoric, having her every nerve in her body ignite with power and new life. The erratic thump from the heart fell quieter and much to her dismay, the poor victim exhaled a final breath with the mouth ajar, eyes still wide open as they witnessed just how shocked this attack had fallen upon her. They had held life within the dark brown hues a few seconds previous, though now they were just as blanc and dead as the rest of the corpse. Letting the dead girl, a maid, fall to the floor with a thud, the young let the tip of her tongue run over her blood red lips, having one final taste. A satisfied smile now spread across the female’s features as she made her way through the living room, leaving behind not only the dead maid but also three other victims to her bad temper. The dress swayed gracefully across the wooden floor, the comforting sound of the rustling as she moved through the house, finally feeling her temper settle with the fresh blood rushing through her veins.
let the tip of her tongue run over her blood red lips, having one final taste. A satisfied smile now spread across the female’s features as she made her way through the living room, leaving behind not only the dead maid but also three other victims to her bad temper. The dress swayed gracefully across the wooden floor, the comforting sound of the rustling as she moved through the house, finally feeling her temper settle with the fresh blood rushing through her veins. Crossing her slender legs when looking up from her book, Ava reminisced on her early days as a newly changed
. Her temper had always gotten the best of her, something she still to this day struggled with.Brown eyes glanced around the new place that she had moved into, now calling this her new home. Home. It was a strange word. When did one feel at home? Was it only the feeling of having a roof over ones head or was it when one was together with the family? Friends? Or maybe alone? With her having been the only one that got turned, she had not been able to live with her family. She could still miss them but looking back when she decided to leave and embrace her new abilities along with this power that she had fallen for, she didn’t regret it.
Ava drew in a small breath when the thought of him sauntered her mind, the book within her hand lowered to her thigh. Not knowing what happened to him those years ago was still nagging her, giving her restless nights without her having any control over it. And oh, did she hate it! Why couldn’t she just forget him? She had given up a long time ago in searching for him. And now with the apocalypse, everything was changed all over again. All she hoped for was that he had found peace.
Questions HIDDEN by ROBIN HOOD
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: Len
