Sorry, just a misunderstanding - here's the character I'd like to play. It's pretty much what I intended on my last application, though, I never really got to play it despite getting whitelisted last time. Hopefully that's acceptable, otherwise, I'll just come up with something different.
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Character Name: Sonia Negas
Character Age: 23
Character Race: Human
Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes, light skin on the verge of being pale. Clothing entails a red dress with pale pink accents to match, made of what appears to be various clothes of a decent quality. Her build is lean and somewhat slim, but not quite skinny that matches her taller height of 5'7.
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Written Test!
And breathing hard, he ran with his sister away from the bandits who were running them down, the same that had killed their parents years ago. Revenge wouldn't be served today, but they swore that one day -
"No, that's just... Boring. Plain, and too sad. No one who could read would ever find this good." With a sigh, Sonia puts the quill back in the inkwell with a small drop, visibly a bit frustrated. With a short glance out the inn's window, it's obvious the time of this Blessday is passing by quicker and quicker. After a brief pause, she takes the paper into her hand, before promptly tearing it up.
"If I don't write something that might sell, or at least generate interest..." Another brief pause, would be followed by her standing up, and promptly turning to head to the door. Passing by the messy bed and the heap of a nightgown that was worn the night before, the room would otherwise seem plain. Her belongings are either strewn about the room, or simply resting in a small satchel-like bag, such as small bits of mostly attractive, yet hardly valuable, jewelry which matches her dress, which is the same in nature - seemingly far fancier than it actually is.
The door to the room would open upon her reaching it, and would just as quickly close behind her as she passes through the threshold.
She'd pace slowly down the hall to the staircase sitting at the end, listening to the events occurring in each room she passes. Some are silent, some loud, and none the same in emotion, and each easy to eavesdrop on due to the thin doors. Sonia smiles, amused by how unintentionally public every conversation became by simply passing by.
Heading down the stairs, she'd murmur quietly to herself. "Maybe I need to send a letter to father... Things aren't quiet going right. I'd rather not leave so early, but..." Reaching the main room of the inn, she'd head directly to the door, feeling the sun as she leaves the dim interior the main room.
The town in front of her is nothing short of bustling, seemingly full of energy and, to an extent, optimistic glee. This, however, would bring a frown to her face. She'd take a step out into the town, visibly annoyed. She'd follow the street, down towards the market, listening, searching for something. With every step, it seems like she's trying to find something new. However, this doesn't change the expression of distaste pasted on her face.
"Maybe I'll bloody find it... Just a shame that this is the best plac-" She'd stumble, nearly tripping. No one would notice, help, nor comment. She'd stop upon recovering her balance. Angrily mumbling, she'd spit out, "The Divine curse this damned city!"
She'd continue on her way, still moving, though a bit quicker now, with a final whisper to herself. "If only I knew inspiration would've been this damn... Troubling, to find..."
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