Ironeyes

I am a servant of Harmony.

[nailsthroughiseyes]

Marsh looked at the man, adjusting the mask that covered his…odd features.

“And who are you?”

spellofthesouth

[nailsthroughiseyes]

Open Starter: Lost

Marsh sighed, pulling his cloak tight around him as he trudged through the snowy forest.

He had no memory of how he’d arrived in this place, but he knew with iron-hard certainty that this wasn’t the world he’d been born on. The snow was the first tip off. Even after Harmony had set the world right, snow wasn’t a very common sight. And these trees were like nothing he’d seen before. Massive, twisted things, their bare branches scraping against one another in the wind.

He burned tin now. He almost always did. The hypervigilance was an old habit, from the days when he’d been in the Rebellion.

With the enhanced hearing that the metal gave him, Marsh could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. With a sigh of relief, Marsh pulled the hood of his cloak up, letting it hide the spikes where his eyes should have been. With any luck, this person would be able to tell him where in damnation he was.

[nailsthroughiseyes]

Marsh looked at the man, adjusting the mask that covered his...odd features.

“And who are you?”

spellofthesouth

[mecixan]

LETS PLAY ANON HOUR!

I’ll answer everything, no buts allowed.

[invademyinbox]

Send me ( & ) to hear a headcanon about something my muse hates about themselves.

[nailsthroughiseyes]

Open Starter: Lost

Marsh sighed, pulling his cloak tight around him as he trudged through the snowy forest.

He had no memory of how he’d arrived in this place, but he knew with iron-hard certainty that this wasn’t the world he’d been born on. The snow was the first tip off. Even after Harmony had set the world right, snow wasn’t a very common sight. And these trees were like nothing he’d seen before. Massive, twisted things, their bare branches scraping against one another in the wind.

He burned tin now. He almost always did. The hypervigilance was an old habit, from the days when he’d been in the Rebellion.

With the enhanced hearing that the metal gave him, Marsh could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. With a sigh of relief, Marsh pulled the hood of his cloak up, letting it hide the spikes where his eyes should have been. With any luck, this person would be able to tell him where in damnation he was.

[ask-harry-dresden]

((OOC: well, I gave in to temptation. Made another RP blog.))

((Explanation: It’s an RP blog for Marsh, a character from the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson. Somehow, he ended up in the Dresdenverse. This happens sometime after the current Mistborn series (alloy of law and its upcoming sequels). If anyone wants to RP, let me know. I wanna get this character up and running if I can.))