✕ You may use an OC, don’t ask! I’m sure your OC isn’t a Mary Sue or a Gary Stu, which they shouldn’t do everything perfectly, it does tend to get annoying. ✕ Or something to signify that you’re out of character. ✕ When typing OOC(out of character), please use the following markers below: ✕ Please refrain from using *asterisks* or -dashes- for your actions during a roleplay, unless you’re literate and you use them as a paragraph marker. ✕ If you can at least type 3+ lines, that would also be acceptable. Maybe being the Goddess of Painless Death wasn’t all that bad after all. She petted the delicate petals of a flower, admiring its dull colors. But, if she could feel something, just one slight thing, maybe she could smile again. Not feeling any sort of emotion or remorse for those she’s killed was.

She swung her legs back and forth from out of boredom, for she had nothing better to do anyways. She muttered to herself, settling herself down on a flat boulder, her feet slightly dangling off the edge of the rock. She enjoyed stalking people, for some odd reason. She’s always been that one person who was barely noticeable, and you would only know if she was watching you if she had made a sound. Born from a dead star, but she chose not to question her own existence. It did look pretty heavy though, even for a scrawny girl such as this one. She hauled along a huge scythe from under her cloak as well, the scythe’s blade was sharp enough to slice down a tree with a single swing.

She felt emotionless, but she had gotten use to the feeling.Ī pale girl wondered the nurtured oasis of the ‘Goddess of Life.’ The girl wore a black cloak, her hood pulled over her head. She sat upon a rock, swinging her feet off the edge of it. The girl pale girl dragged her scythe along the ground of desolate garden, faintly smiling. ✕ Please be at least literate, or semiliterate.

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