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RPC Name: Death, or Lillia. It depends on how the starter is replied.
RPC Age: Lilla is 17, and Death's age is unknown.
RPC's Personality: Lillia is a sweet, overly innocent girl. Most of the time, she is oblivious to the world around her for the fact that she is analyzing everything in her head.
Death is indifferent for everything but Lillia. He's watched her since childhood, knowing exactly how she would die, in hopes to save her.
Plot: If you ask me, I will tell you the many plots that I have planned for this story.
In the forest, deep in the night, silence hovered over like a thick blanket. Creatures were not to be found. The air was dead. The only known life belonged to the trees, though they, too, were still enough to not be of the living.
However, the trees watched another life as she fought the strings of fate and attempted to cheat the almighty Death. None but these silent witnesses knew she lied there in agony, embracing her pain in order not to embrace the coldness of the invisible Reaper. He, too, was watching, though he was neither that of the living nor the dead. His eyes did not count as observers, merely patient guides to the afterlife.
Death crouched on the ground beside this girl, startled by what he noticed when he looked closely at her. Her soul was strong, pulsating brightly unlike that of a dying human. The time on her clock of life was still plentiful, yet there she was, heart stuttering and her mind slowing.
Unjustly, she ws beautiful, too. Only one who was certainly meant to live forever could have been as impossibly and wondrously like Aphrodite. Her face looked as if it were carved out of pure ivory by the most skilled of artists, surrounded by soft, blonde curls. Long, dark lashes surround the deepest of blue irises and pupils blacker than the evening sky. A nose in perfect proportion to the rest of her face attatched to her full, plush pink lips. Her dainty chin curved to her slender but strong neck, transforming to the rest of her exposed angelic body.
A trivial thing such as beauty normally would not affect the emotions of Death, the indifferent. But this girl... her face gave off the glow of an innocent virgin with the wisdom of one who has experienced almost everything. Death was entranced by her.
 i b i r t h d a y s e x · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 04:39pm · 0 Comments |
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