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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?)

"The blood of mere men is inadequate. The blood of my quarry runs with Divinity"

Name:
Flagram Anguifex
Title:
The Dragonbane, 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 formidable 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 silver gems and medallions. On his waist he carries a sword in an ornately decorated hilt. On his head, he wears the skull of the first dragon he slew, Valinag the Baleful, 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 an affinity for using the power of vengeful spirits to attack his foes. However, after gaining power through the forbidden ritual of his creed, the consumption of dragon blood, his magic became imbued with a fiery wrath. Flagram can call forth the teal colored Spirit Flame, which is said to burn and char one's very soul, and bend and contort it to his bidding. Flagram can channel this power directly into his sword to increase its lethality and even manifest it in the form of wings, giving him the power of flight.
Stories:
Flagram's first rise to notoriety was the felling of his first dragon, the Baleful Valinag. Initially wishing to gain ownership to the dragon's hoard, Flagram fought the dragon in a violent clash in Valinag's subterranean burrow that lasted many days. Eventually, Flagram bested Valinag and ran the Dragon through with his blade. However, the deep red ichor pouring from the dragon's corpse called out to Flagram. Heeding this call, Flagram drank the blood of the dragon before finally feasting upon its heart. This union of dragonfire and Flagram's hexes gave rise to the Spirit Flame. However, Flagram was not sated, not even slightly. For his baleful reputation, Valinag was but a juvenile dragon, and the Spirit Flame craved more. From here, Flagram used his newfound strength to fell many more dragons, the Spirit Flame corroding their scales and draining their vitality. As both newborn hatchlings and draconic terrors fell to Flagram's blade, the Spirit Flame only grew stronger, using the dragon's divine blood as kindling. After clearing out the burrow of the Dragon Broodmother, Petragis, Flagram claimed the underground realm as his own and built a great subterranean fortress, the Dragonspire Manor. There, he established his own dynasty of vampires and mortal humans alike with himself as their regent, all united in the desire to gain strength through the power of dragons.
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! yay, finally another one c:

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