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RPC Name: Arla
RPC Age: 16
RPC Personality: A quiet, antisocial girl who likes to indulge in her daydreams and music. She is easily embarrassed, and life passes her by often because she is stuck in her fantasy world almost all of the time.
Plot: Once again, you may work off of this however you wish. I don't have a specific plot for her, however I would like to find her a lover.
Wisps of blonde hair swirled around the girl's face, brushing against her neck and collarbones. A sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her head to the side, staring up at the sky, enjoying the colours of the clouds in reflection to the sunlight. Her mind wandered to far-off fantasy lands, where she was in spirit, but certainly not physically. For physically, she was sitting in a field, awaiting the day that her fantasies would come true.
As the sun hit the twilight point, a soft, sweet-sounding melody rose from the lips of the girl, and she blinked, her long eyelashes brushing against her cheeks as she did so, to reveal her piercingly blue irises a moment later. At this time, she was content, stuck in a serene time of day, where she wished she could stay forever.
The sun finally set, and she stood, looking around the now dark surroundings, smiling at the peacefulness. She skipped off, her dress swaying in the breeze, making her way to a small dirt road. The area around her seemed completely deserted, but off in the distance, lights and tents shone from a larger field. A carnival was being held down the road from her quiet hideaway, music and laughter echoing from that direction. Even so, the girl continued to sing, her voice clearer than the mulled-over sounds far away from her.
Her footsteps were unheard of as she walked past the carnival, and it took her a long time to get to the end, for it seemed that many vendors and farmers, as well as the citizens of the small farming town she lived in, had come. The rowdy crowd didn't appeal to the girl, so she kept singing, ignoring the loud music, the drunk dancing, and the giggling couples walking off into the less crowded parts of the field.
Up in the field, she noticed a lone figure, wondering only slightly who it was, and why they were there. Whoever it was, seemed far away from the madness, and she felt drawn to them, though stayed on her path, not wanting to intrude on someone else's business, nor to stray from her path home to her family's little farmhouse. It wasn't safe with so many people in the village. So, she resisted the impulse to go to the figure, and set off toward her destination, becoming oblivious, once again, of everything but the beauty of the nature around her.
 i b i r t h d a y s e x · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 05:35pm · 0 Comments |
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