requiem
in defense of our dreams
[ Assumption ]
It is the air that stirs the curl of smoke passed between the teeth. It is the gap of silence between the church bells. The uneven split of a bayou log. It is a dead star, a thick summer, the still of heady air. It is a stir in dark water, a shadow in the green. It is all lightning storms and all empty lines and every sunken boat. There is an evil in Assumption Parish, and it is all bad things, and this is where it begins.
It is said that beyond a ring of Cypress tree's, the swamp runs hot. The marshes boil lazily, hiccuping steam, rolling over like thick tar water, black. Yaupon berries poach on stem, butterfly weeds curl. Under thick wayward skies, the trees are shadows, and all things are grey. It is said to be hot and stale here, but I know this to be wrong. In this place the wind is a stranger from far lands. It is cool, and restless, and throws fits in the high branches of the trees.
All at once, the water runs so hot and thick it churns to land, and a plot rises from the smog, shadowed and green and swirling. The evil of Assumption Parish lives here in a house of dark wood, soaked through from years of murk and humidity. The wood is black and soft and peels like gator scales, catching warm wind and scattering as far as the sand bank. Pieces of it twirl like lost violet flowers on the surface of the water, disrupting the haze as it carves circles in the flat of glass.
The house rises from the ground like teeth from gum, the bottom lost in a tangle of weed and swollen foundation. The porch sags, the stairs droop, the door is rounded like the puffed belly of a Least Bittern, a great breath, a great sigh, that was never released. Behind this door, the evil lives. And this evil, as all evils, does not like to be disturbed.
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- - - Post Merge - - -
name:
quinton lawford
sex:
female
weapon of choice:
assault rifle
age:
18
location:
the wasteland
personality:
Fearless and courageous. She has a lot of sass, and she doesn't exactly like to take, "No," for an answer. She's one tough nut to crack into; being the stubborn and headstrong lady she tends to be. Though, once you can get close enough to her, she might actually begin to show you some bits of kindness. If you can put up with her, she'll show you the kind of person she is under her rough shell. That girl, hidden away under the skin, is a, believe it or not, gentle woman. That is, only if you can find it, and even when you do, she'll deny it with every bit of her being. quinton? Kind and caring? No, no. She'll have none of that. she is extremely curious on top of this, and will take almost any quest thrown at her-no matter how hard that quest may be. this girl is ready for anything and everything-just stay on her good side.
although you wouldn't pick it out looking at her, quinton has a hidden ambition burning at the pits of her core. she isn't extremely competitive, but doing well is important to her and if she doesn't she tears herself apart. it was probably due to her parents pressure. both her parents were reporters, a job that pretty much kept the money rolling in and the pressure thick. they were super popular, super smart, and extremely kind and quinton probably felt she needed to live up to them-not to mention the pressure put on her is ridiculous...but they're dead now, the real reason quinton decided she needed to go on her adventures into the wastes.
description:
quinton can only be described as beautiful. she has naturally bleach blond hair that cascades down her back in luxurious locks. on occasion it is swept up on her head, two strands falling just below her chin. her face, angular and pale, but her high cheek bones and defined dimples bring out an obvious sense of beauty while her deep blue eyes are framed by black lashes and flecked with slices of gray, giving her a mysterious quality. she is tall, all legs, standing at a height of 5'9. she has rippling muscles snaking through her arms and legs, and her stomach is set with a full six pack. quinton is aware of her beauty and uses it to her advantage, especially when down at the market trying to get the best fruit for cheap-not that she needs it. she has money coming out of her ears. quinton is usually found smiling happily at those around her, a smile that is rarely wiped from her face. she wears only the finest of armor, and they have to be "in". otherwise, nope, they won't go on her body. she wears a pendant usually stuck next to her left breast of a circle with two lines curving upwards worming its way out.
It is the air that stirs the curl of smoke passed between the teeth. It is the gap of silence between the church bells. The uneven split of a bayou log. It is a dead star, a thick summer, the still of heady air. It is a stir in dark water, a shadow in the green. It is all lightning storms and all empty lines and every sunken boat. There is an evil in Assumption Parish, and it is all bad things, and this is where it begins.
It is said that beyond a ring of Cypress tree's, the swamp runs hot. The marshes boil lazily, hiccuping steam, rolling over like thick tar water, black. Yaupon berries poach on stem, butterfly weeds curl. Under thick wayward skies, the trees are shadows, and all things are grey. It is said to be hot and stale here, but I know this to be wrong. In this place the wind is a stranger from far lands. It is cool, and restless, and throws fits in the high branches of the trees.
All at once, the water runs so hot and thick it churns to land, and a plot rises from the smog, shadowed and green and swirling. The evil of Assumption Parish lives here in a house of dark wood, soaked through from years of murk and humidity. The wood is black and soft and peels like gator scales, catching warm wind and scattering as far as the sand bank. Pieces of it twirl like lost violet flowers on the surface of the water, disrupting the haze as it carves circles in the flat of glass.
The house rises from the ground like teeth from gum, the bottom lost in a tangle of weed and swollen foundation. The porch sags, the stairs droop, the door is rounded like the puffed belly of a Least Bittern, a great breath, a great sigh, that was never released. Behind this door, the evil lives. And this evil, as all evils, does not like to be disturbed.
name;;
age;;
photo;;
personality;;
other;;
- - - Post Merge - - -
name:
quinton lawford
sex:
female
weapon of choice:
assault rifle
age:
18
location:
the wasteland
personality:
Fearless and courageous. She has a lot of sass, and she doesn't exactly like to take, "No," for an answer. She's one tough nut to crack into; being the stubborn and headstrong lady she tends to be. Though, once you can get close enough to her, she might actually begin to show you some bits of kindness. If you can put up with her, she'll show you the kind of person she is under her rough shell. That girl, hidden away under the skin, is a, believe it or not, gentle woman. That is, only if you can find it, and even when you do, she'll deny it with every bit of her being. quinton? Kind and caring? No, no. She'll have none of that. she is extremely curious on top of this, and will take almost any quest thrown at her-no matter how hard that quest may be. this girl is ready for anything and everything-just stay on her good side.
although you wouldn't pick it out looking at her, quinton has a hidden ambition burning at the pits of her core. she isn't extremely competitive, but doing well is important to her and if she doesn't she tears herself apart. it was probably due to her parents pressure. both her parents were reporters, a job that pretty much kept the money rolling in and the pressure thick. they were super popular, super smart, and extremely kind and quinton probably felt she needed to live up to them-not to mention the pressure put on her is ridiculous...but they're dead now, the real reason quinton decided she needed to go on her adventures into the wastes.
description:
quinton can only be described as beautiful. she has naturally bleach blond hair that cascades down her back in luxurious locks. on occasion it is swept up on her head, two strands falling just below her chin. her face, angular and pale, but her high cheek bones and defined dimples bring out an obvious sense of beauty while her deep blue eyes are framed by black lashes and flecked with slices of gray, giving her a mysterious quality. she is tall, all legs, standing at a height of 5'9. she has rippling muscles snaking through her arms and legs, and her stomach is set with a full six pack. quinton is aware of her beauty and uses it to her advantage, especially when down at the market trying to get the best fruit for cheap-not that she needs it. she has money coming out of her ears. quinton is usually found smiling happily at those around her, a smile that is rarely wiped from her face. she wears only the finest of armor, and they have to be "in". otherwise, nope, they won't go on her body. she wears a pendant usually stuck next to her left breast of a circle with two lines curving upwards worming its way out.
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