Name
April
Username & ID
IvyCat & 68601
Appearance

White hair thats dip dyed red, Grey eyes tinted red, Pale skin, elf ears, Dark grey sweater, Red flower crown, Smol bean
Gender
Magic type
Earth
Class
Beast Tamer
Personality
She is shy and caring, never leaving an animal in trouble. her natural instinct is to wince away whenever fast movements happen. She is very defensive and could never bring herself to hurt a soul, preferring to ally herself to whoever passes. April didn't have the best childhood, but she wants to get past that and start a new life of love, peace and kindness. She abides by these three carefully and tries never to break them. She would rather flee from a battle than watch someone get injured. Her kindness often gets her injured or in trouble but she never complains about it. When meeting new people she stutters from being shy, not trusting them. She will never show her intelligence by words but by actions. She doesn't enjoy it, but will be someones slave for the greater good which she thinks of as a saviour that put her on the right track in life. April is very good as wearing a mask and putting on a smile when shes sad, although her eyes may prickle with tears. She is working on hiding it completely, although she never seems to be able to remove her choked-like laughs. Her idea of fighting is being attacked, taking injury and trying to defend or dodge attacks. For this reason, she learnt basic gymnastics to make herself more flexible. She is very friendly and trust able once you get to know her, but will suddenly go completely silent when a newcomer comes, bowing her had and never giving eye contact. Her dependable personality got her interested in law at some point, but she is rusty with it. She is a very bad speaker and often gets laughed at for it, causing her to go bright red or pink.
There are times when if someone she deeply cares about is getting threatened, such as Diana, she will lash out and be incapable of controlling herself. The anger manipulates her and she will still avoid harming other, but may accidentally punch or stab them to release the fury. After she does this, she often runs because of the guilt and fear she feels afterwards. She hates herself after these situations and wishes she could control her anger. For this reason, she tends to avoid fighting and just give in.
Likes
She adores watermelon and little children, as well a small lovable pet animals. April has a love for spiders as she doesn't understand why people dislike them as well as other insects. In her eyes, all animals deserve love and she likes them all.
Dislikes
People who treat animals with no respect or harm them. it is the only time she will be confident and stand up to them. She dislikes small spaces and the dark, but can put up with them. She also hates it when people think shes some sort of slave they can boss around, but won't point it out.
Fear
Seeing someone she cares deeply about killed is her biggest fear, however she also has a fear of height causing her to freeze up staring down and when something is getting smaller/ container is filling with water. While she hates dying slowly these ways, she doesn't mind dying from an injury.
Something that will absolutely win them over
She adores it when people are compassionate towards their cause and will even give herself up so they can fulfil it.
Skills
Attack: 0
Defence: 3
Intelligence: 0
Crafting: 1
Medical: 1
Magic: 0
Perception: 0
Accuracy: 0
Agility: 1
Speed: 0
Tracking: 0
Other
-Why are there no rules?
-Oh yeah, and you need to say I did not ask you to put this line somewhere in your form

Welcome! You can start playing, lol.
Beginning post is on the first post, first page.

Your head hurts, and it hurts a lot. Your eyes are closed, and you feel like the very movement of opening them might be the end of your life.
Heh, heh, heh... Welcome, young one.
The voice floats through an air laced thick with tension, and there is a ringing in your head as your head fills with static white noise.
You guys are the last of this round... will you die, or will you survive? We'll see, heh, heh, heh...
And if you manage to find the Arcana's Star, your chances of survival will skyrocket... Oops, I've said too much, heh, see ya!
A light flashes before your eyes, and you feel the pain in your head subside down to a manageable level. What was going on?

What is going on, player? Your story is yours to discover

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"Hey! Wake up!" A voice rocks you awake. Had you fainted some time earlier? "The Lord requests you!"

April winced away, curling up, burying her head in her knees. She whispered a hoarse reply, her hands shaking slightly as they touched her legs, cold compared to them. She looked up slightly, blinking. She has a small smile and small tears touched the edges of her eyes, hair stuck to her face in places. She felt like something was lodged in her throat. She was slightly afraid, not sure what this was or what was here. She tried to stutter something again, but no words came out. She tried to community with the voice using her facial expression.

They were gone, vanished, even though you didn't hear any sound of them leaving. Something furry paws your legs and you hear a snuffling sound. Also because your head was hurried in your arms, you couldn't really see the rest of wherever you were. All you feel is that you are now sitting atop something hard and not very comfortable.

They were gone, vanished, even though you didn't hear any sound of them leaving. Something furry paws your legs and you hear a snuffling sound. Also because your head was hurried in your arms, you couldn't really see the rest of wherever you were. All you feel is that you are now sitting atop something hard and not very comfortable.

April looked up, peeking over, lifting her head. She felt the soft thing which make her skin tingle, tickling. She let out a small sob then sigh, wiping the tears away and adopting a blank expression. Her pale was was tinted pink by her cheeks as she pushed back her hair to fall behind he shoulders. She didn't mind the uncomfortable pain from sitting on the floor and ignored it. She looked at the thing pawing her leg, whispering "Diana" quietly.

You were not sitting on the floor, you notice as you look at Diana. You were sitting on some sort of cot covered in some sort of woven mat. You couldn't see anything else because your head wasn't high enough. Diana pawed your leg again and looked at you with those large, round eyes, and tilted her head, as if she was asking what was wrong.

You were not sitting on the floor, you notice as you look at Diana. You were sitting on some sort of cot covered in some sort of woven mat. You couldn't see anything else because your head wasn't high enough. Diana pawed your leg again and looked at you with those large, round eyes, and tilted her head, as if she was asking what was wrong.

She lifted her had completely and raised one of her hands, reaching for Diana. She felt her hand brush against the raccoons soft fur. April smiled shyly as she raised her head completely, focused on Diana and not looking around except in the corner of her eyes.

Diana looks up at you and puts both paws on your clothes, tugged at them, then she leapt off your bed and ran over to a heavy-looking wooden door at the end of the somewhat medium sized room as if she wanted you to follow. Now that you looked up, you find that you are in a stone room with a very small window that shed light into your current place. Next to your cot, there was a small bag.

Diana looks up at you and puts both paws on your clothes, tugged at them, then she leapt off your bed and ran over to a heavy-looking wooden door at the end of the somewhat medium sized room as if she wanted you to follow. Now that you looked up, you find that you are in a stone room with a very small window that shed light into your current place. Next to your cot, there was a small bag.

April slowly got up, her legs felt a little numb and she stumbled out of the cot. She headed over to Diana, holding her arm with the other, eyes slightly blank, "What is it?" April whispered quietly, voice still hoarse. She felt her hair sway behind her. it felt like she had pins and needles in her feet.

(You're going to ignore the bag? Okay.)

Diana ran back to you, circled once around, your legs, then ran back to the door. She stopped there, then clawed at the door as if she wanted you to open it. As you got closer, the door seems more ancient, and it was smooth but split with many cracks. It was a deep mahogany colour.