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My example paragraph:
He stood before the grand castle, mustering his courage. With any luck, he could get inside unnoticed. It would be easier for him if he did. The others would just think he decided to not attend yet again.He stood looking at the stormy sky. He stepped forward.
Success. Now he has to be as stealthy as he could.He knew the rumours. If too many people noticed him, it would soon result in nothing more than another undesirable argument. He shuddered. He knew what he'd have to do if too someone got too inquisitive. He could not yet control it. He could not afford to take any risks.

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Res me, little sister

"Life, ultimately, leaves no room for the pure and holy."

Name:
Ophelia Solace

Title:

Age:
270.

Gender/Sexuality:
Female. Lesbian.

Personality:
Tired, depressed, lonely.

Appearance:
About 5’8, with deathly pale skin marred by numerous scars. Her eyes are a golden color, rose-gold spectacles perched on her nose. Her hair is a light shade of cyan-blue, somewhat wavy, and reaching a bit below her shoulders. It’s usually tied into a high ponytail, or a simply let loose. Despite being a creature who no longer requires sleep, she always feels tired, and has bags under her eyes. She possesses a sort of otherworldly grace and beauty- at least, if it weren’t for how utterly exhausted she looks.

Magic:
A reality bending and an intelligence boost at the same time, Ophelia’s magic allows her to completely warp the terrain of the world as she so pleases, at the cost of about a day's worth of their life every minute it's put into use. The intelligence boost is passive, allowing the user's mind to take much more strain and operate at a much higher level for longer. Allows the user to activate Hyperfoxus, in which the user enters a state of tunnel-vision, pure focus. It gives them near super-human powers of insight and deduction.

Stories:
“…I don’t want to talk about it.”

Reputation:
Death. Carnage. Destruction.

Song:
Two Birds

Other:

Palpad:

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example paragraph:

A foreign girl walked through the halls, looking a bit lost. She approached a few people but couldn't speak the language and ended up walking away. Eventually, she stumbled upon a small room filled with books of all kinds, and she was instantly drawn to it. She rummaged quietly through the shelves until she found a book she liked. Sitting down in a nearby armchair, she smoothed out her pale blue gown before immersing herself in the story. she wasn't aware of the time by then only hearing the small chatter of guests and the rustling of pages.

(is this good?)

"Surrender yourself to my flame, to my coming dynasty. For all eternity"

Name:
Flagram Anguifex
Title:
The Mirage of the Void, Dragonspire Manor Proprietor
Age:
658
Gender/Sexuality:
Straight Male
Personality:
Flagram is extremely clever and speaks with a quick tongue. He makes great use of these traits and manipulates mortal men to his cause. Flagram is a well versed and experienced strategist, having weathered many assaults against his clan. However, for all of these gifts, Flagram's thoughts are almost all centered around either the rise of his new order, or of his prey. He is a hunter at heart, and as any hunter challenging the most dangerous game should, Flagram relishes the art of combat and is an exceptional swordsman. It is rumored however, that Flagram's patient, strategic, serpent-like, demeanor is a facade, that may one day crack, revealing a truly depraved soul...
Appearance :
Flagram wears a grand, pitch black robe with indigo highlights and adorned with medallions made of iron. On his waist he carries a sword in an ornately decorated hilt. On his head, he wears the skull of a large serpent, painted black and decorated with gems, covering his face. Under the mask, Flagram has the traditional pale skin of a vampire and glowing reptilian eyes, a sign of the accursed ritual of his dynasty. In addition, when displaying his full magical power, Flagram gains a pair of glowing spectral wings imbued with his signature Spirit Flame.
Magic:
Flagram always had immense control over fire, but after taking in the powers of vengeful spirits, his once crimson flames became a teal blue and wail with the screams of the deceased. This was the birth of the Spirit Flame, said to burn away one's very soul. Flagram can command this flame at will and even channel it into his sword or into a pair of spectral wings, granting him the ability to fly. Flagram also is well versed in the art of necromancy, able to resurrect the corpses of mortal men as his eternal servants, imbued with everburning Spirit Flame.
Stories:
Flagram was originally born with nothing but a curse. He was gifted with immense power over fire, but his own flesh was serving as kindling, slowly eating away at him. In addition, as he was merely the second heir to his family, he would inherit no property or power from them. Thus, he journeyed on his own in search of a powerful relic that could quell the flames within him. Flagram eventually found the treasure hoard the relic was said to be located in but before he could locate the relic, the hoard's undead protectors surrounded Flagram and attempted to lay a deadly curse on him. However, Flagram was no mere man, and thus, he was able to overpower the curse and burn away the spectral guardians with his flames. Despite being utterly crushed, the wrath of the spirits still lingered and merged with Flagram's pyromancy to create the Spirit Flame. Flagram immediately felt a freedom he had never had before as the searing pain of his flames was replaced by the chill of the Spirit Flame. Realizing his new power and freedom, Flagram constructed the seat of his new dynasty in the very cave with the treasure hoard and dubbed it the Dragonspire Manor after the ancient creatures said to reside there in ages past. Flagram soon began capturing scores of humans from the surrounding areas to serve him and his new order. The strongest would recieve the honor of being bitten by Flagram and becoming vampires themselves, with a small amount of Spirit Flame powers while the rest would be burned away utterly, and be reduced to nothing but skeletons puppeted entirely by the Spirit Flame. With his hard fought seat of power carved out, Flagram now patiently awaits the opportunity to rise to power.
Reputation:
Flagram is a figure treated with ambivalence by his contemporaries. To some he is a great sovereign, able to inspire the members of his dynasty and with strength in abundance. To others, he is merely a raving fool chasing the powers of things beyond his comprehension. However, none can deny his power and cunning, whether they see him as king or enemy.
Song:
Mohg, Lord of Blood - Elden Ring OST
Other:
None
Palpad:
Yes plz

res! c:

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