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//Breanna//21//Female// Just taking on the world, one day at a time.

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PROFILE - ARI

As per request from @keepmeaftermidnight​ ^-^ I’ll probably do more than one of these lol or like, 50 billion.

NAME: Arisse Castor ALIAS: (Unofficial) Currently Doing That, (Agent) Cipher 13 AGE: 27 SPECIES: Human GENDER: Female CLASS: Sniper (Engineering) Might change to Op and whatever the healer is xP BIRTHPLACE: Dromund Kaas BIRTHDAY: October 7 SIGN: Libra MARTIAL STATUS: In a relationship with Shaye Resara PROFESSION: She is an Agent of the Imperial Intelligence, sent on missions that require her special brand of cunning and deception. RESIDENCE:  She has a nice ritzy apartment on Dromund Kaas that’s kept in pristine condition, though she’s been known to stay at Shaye’s place in Nar Shadaa during her free time between missions. During missions, she can be found all across the galaxy, so she’s not particularly attached to her own homestead.

{ PHYSICAL FEATURES }

HAIR: Auburn, chin length hair always kept precisely trimmed. (cutting her hair’s a bit of a ritual as it grows fast, but she finds it relaxing) EYES: Dark green SKIN: Pale as the moon in the sky! HEIGHT: 5’4/164 cm WEIGHT: 132lbs/59kg

OTHER: Aro has an interesting taste in makeup, unless undergoing an infiltration mission. She wears dark red lipstick across her upper lip with only a single streak down the center of her lower lip.  She also has thick red eyeliner on, making her look rather intense when she meets your gaze.

Piercings: Absolutely not.

Scars: She’s either never been hit with blaster fire before, or she goes through extensive treatment to maintain her flawless skin. Perfection is very important to her.

{ FAMILY }

SIBLINGS: Ari’s an only child, which is likely where her self-centered attitude came from ;3 PARENTS: Also Imperial Agents, they raised Ari with the most strict and thorough education the Empire could offer, so that she would follow in their footsteps. They both died in service to the Empire when Arisse was 14. GRANDPARENTS: She only knows her grandparents on her father’s side, though her grandfather passed away a long time ago, and her grandmother continued to raise her after her parents died. She hardly visits her grandmother now, no matter what Ari did, she had never been good enough in the old witch’s eyes. OTHER RELATIVES: If she has other relevant family, she doesn’t have much interest in them. LOVE INTERESTS: Shaye. Ari doesn’t quite understand it herself xP but you know, opposites attract! And test Ari’s OCD like... every second of every day. ANY PETS?: Yes [x] || No [] Shaye brought home this gross thing, calls it Mr. Pudge- it’s SO messy! It’s not allowed in Ari’s apartment back on DK.

{ ATTRIBUTES}

BASICS:

Strength – Ari is of course dainty when it comes to physicality. After all, why train your muscles when a blaster does the job just fine? She does exercise to maintain her thin frame, but that’s about it. Can be deadlifted by her gf (3/10)

Constitution – Like all Imperial Agents, Ari had to undergo training to survive interrogation and torture, so that she would never reveal valuable intel to the enemy. However, she has a lower pain tolerance than the average agent, so she does her best to avoid these situations. She would rather inject herself with one of her kolto infusions than suffer through the pain (4/10)

Dexterity –  Arisse practices with her blasters every day, striving to have as perfect a shot as humanly possible. As far as anything like acrobatics though, she doesn’t have much of a need for it when she specializes in infiltration and subterfuge (6/10)

Intelligence – Arisse has spent entire life absorbing the best education money can buy in the Empire, everything she could possibly need as an Imperial Agent. She’s comfortable with splicing, and knowing the ins and out of the weaponry of both her and her team, but she really specializes in the medical field. She’s got kolto infusion and stim packs for every occasion, and should the need arise, she can interrogate someone for days on end with the right chemicals. (9/10)

Wisdom – She’s good at reading people, she has to be in order to survive as an infiltrator. Though, oddly enough, she can be blinded by her bias. She trusts Imperial Intelligence too much sometimes, and sometimes her hatred towards the Sith clouds her judgment. And yet, she knows how to hide her feelings. On the job, she’s who she needs to be. Away from prying eyes, she can relax. (7/10)

Charisma – She knows exactly what to say and when to say it, whether she’s speaking to her superiors, gaining someone’s trust for a mission, or even seducing targets in order to lure them into a false sense of security. She puts on an act whenever she needs to, otherwise, she’s got a resting bitch face and has zero chill. (6/10)

Comeliness –  Arisse pours a lot of effort into making sure she looks presentable at all times, and she’s had to seduce a few individuals during her time as an agent, and it never seemed all that difficult to her. She would certainly consider herself as attractive, and she works hard to maintain that.

SKILLS:

Blaster Aim: Due to all her time training, she’s a remarkable shot, anywhere between close and mid-range, and even long range she’s surprisingly good. And if the blaster doesn’t work, she’s always got a vibroblade or two hidden in her clothing.

Biochem/Bioanalysis: Ari’s always crafting useful stims and potent medpacks in order to better the chances of her and her comrades, and she dabbles a bit in the more poisonous substances available to her.

Deception: She’s a talented liar, and can play almost any role a mission requires from her. Though she’s found Shaye to be quite the jealous type when it comes to flirting with their enemies.

{ TRAITS }

—— POSITIVE ——

consistent

tidy

quick-witted

problem-solver

—— NEGATIVE ——

OCD

overly-critical

distrusting

mission first, comrades second

{ LIKES }

COLORS: Olive Green, Burdgundy (no, not ugly christmas colors, more like, subdued I guess) SMELLS: Most kinds of citrus fruit, especially lemons. It smells clean somehow. Mint, Pine needles, etc FOOD: The finest dining available of course. Always hassles the waiter/ess by ordering off the menu. FRUITS: Dragonfruit, Starfruit, whatever seems exotic. DRINKS: A Special shake she concocts with all the proteins and vitamins she could need. Shaye calls it green sludge. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Only the top shelf type of alcohol, and she always carefully watches the bartender pour it.

{ DISLIKES }

COLORS: Neon colors, like orange or highlighter yellow, anything that clashes horribly. SMELLS: Salty or fried foods, FOOD: Anything fried or absolutely covered in salt. She favors nutrition over taste. FRUITS: Anything to sweet, like plums, peaches, etc DRINKS: Soda, or hot cocoa, or  ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: She doesn’t like mixed drinks, it would be far too easy for someone to drug or poison her that way (It’s how she would poison someone, after all). When sharing drinks with someone she always makes sure the other person drinks first, just in case.

{ OTHER DETAILS }

SMOKES?  Yes [ ] || No [x] DRUGS? Yes [ ] || No [x] (she knows what that stuff does to someone’s body, sooo not interested) FLYING LICENSE?  Yes [x] || No [ ] (Though Shaye never let’s her drive) EVER BEEN ARRESTED?  Yes [ ] || No [x]

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Sweet Dreams :Keliso:

I’m writing about a swtor oc of mine, a jedi shadow. It’s for an upcoming rp I’m planning where she’s faced with an illusion she must escape, so I figured I would post this part here for now! Other characters in this passage belong to @laceandlyrium​ (Ellbert, Eovras, and Marrett) Vette of course, is a companion in the game so I can't claim her either :P

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Keliso walked into the center of the large chamber of the temple, her light feet making little sound across the cold stone as she approached the statue at the end of the room. It depicted a tall figure kneeling down in meditation. The massive structure loomed over her, and as she looked down she saw a circular pattern carved into the floor. In the center was enough space for one person to sit comfortably. She looked back up at the statue and then with a sigh took up a similar position in the circle, lowering to her knees. “I’ll be amazed if this works.” She mumbled under her breath as she closed her eyes. She slowed her breathing in a matter of moments, and her consciousness slowly drifted.

~~~

She suddenly found herself standing in the training yard of the Academy with a vibrosword in her hand, though her saber was still at her belt. "Show us that move again Master Keliso!" She turned to see a group of children sitting just outside the training ring; they were all watching so eagerly, she was surprised to see they were referring to her, especially when they called her 'Master'. "Yeah, show us! Pleassssse?" She glanced over her shoulder towards the training dummy, and gave a curt nod.

"Very well." She wasn't entirely sure what move they were asking for, as her memory seemed to be failing her, but she approached the dummy nonetheless. The children grew quite for a moment, and Keliso launched herself into a spinning slash, her vibrosword hitting the dummy with a loud clang. It would have been more effective if she was using a double-bladed weapon like she was used to, but the kids seemed pleased nonetheless. When she turned back to them she spotted the familiar face of Ellbert approaching, his hood draped loosely on his shoulders. He walked at a brisk pace towards them with his hands folded behind him, and the scars along his face in plain view.

"Thank you, for keeping my students occupied," He bowed in an almost princely manner, as though putting on some theatrics for the children. He then came and stood beside her to face the children, "I apologize for taking so long, why don't we take a break? We can come back and start meditations after lunch. Let's all thank Master Keliso for her time."

"Thank you Master Kelisooooo!" The children all said in unison before Ellbert dismissed them, and Keliso was left scratching her head as she once again heard that title that seemed so foreign.

Ellbert motioned towards the temple, and Keli walked beside him with a curt nod,  "Sooo, you're teaching now?"

Ellbert looked to her with a puzzled look on his face, "I'm not sure I understand the question Keli; I taught yesterday, and the day before that..." Then it seemingly 'clicked', "oh, I see. I'm certain I can arrange some free time if you want." With a smile, he went to take her hand into his with a smile- Keli immediately jumped, yanking her hand away.

"W-w-what're you doing?" She stopped to stare at Bert, simply dumbfounded. And she was certain her face had turned bright red at this point.

"Uh, holding your hand? I thought I was the shy one." He frowned as Keliso merely stared in shock, "My apologies, I did not intend to embarrass you." He looked down as if disappointed, making a face that sent a pang in Keliso's chest.

"Um, no, of course not Bert, you just ah- caught me off guard! I'm sorry." She scratched the back of her head. How could she be so foolish as to turn him away? And after overcoming the shock, she couldn't think of anything better than holding his hand. "Can we... try again?" She hesitantly brought her hand out again, and after a moment, Bert looked up again and smiled, taking her hand.

They continued towards the Jedi temple this way, Bert happily focused on the destination, whilst Keliso frequently looked down at their fingers laced together. Perhaps she was embarrassed; her heart was pounding and warning alarms were going off in her head like crazy. Bert didn't seem to notice her stiff hand though as they continued along. Keliso would occasionally glance around at the other Jedi passing them by, but they didn't pay them any mind. For the moment she couldn't see why this stuck out as odd, but she noticed it nonetheless.

They entered the building and Bert led her down the first hall to their left. As they walked towards the last door at the end of the hall, Bert spoke again.

"I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" Keli wasn't sure how many more surprises she could handle today.

He looked at her with a nod, "Well, since you just got back from your big mission, I thought we should celebrate a job well done! And I know I've been busy with the padawans lately, so I invited some people I think you’ll be happy to see.” He smiled once again before opening the door.

Three familiar faces sat a long dining table: a blue Twi’lek, Vette, cradling an infant, a young half human half zabrak girl with pink skin, Marrett, and the imposing figure that Keliso knew to be Eovras, a red-skinned zabrak.

Keliso's grip on Ellbert's hand tightened, "Darth Eovras!"

"Keliso!" Eovras stood from his chair with a smile, and stepped towards them.

She instinctively stepped in front of Ellbert, "Watch out Bert!" And then, totally having misinterpretted the situation, Keliso was scooped up in Eovras's arms in one of his big bear hugs and laughed.

"It's been awhile Keliso." He said as he put her back down. By then Marrett had approached as well and gave Keli a quick hug,

"We've missed you Keli!" Marrett pulled away to smile, and somehow the genuinely cheerful expression on her face sent chills down Keli's spine. It just seemed... out of place.

"Has this one been treating you right?" Eo nodded in Bert's with a furrowed brow, not with an aggressive tone so much as a stern, protective one. Like an overbearing father.

"Oh leave him be, Eo, Bert's a nice guy." Vette chimed in, now standing beside Eo with the baby. "Right?" She looked to Bert, who gave a curt nod and smile.

"I do my best." He looked to Keli and smiled again before allowing his hand to slip away before he turned back to Vette and motioned towards the baby, "May I?"

"Of course! I'd love a break." Vette replied with a laugh, placing her child in Bert's arms, "Marett, would you help me set the table?" Marett gave a curt nod and the two ladies stepped away to prepare the table for supper.

Eovras proceeded to speak, but Keliso didn't seem to be listening at first, "Congratulations, apprentice." Keli's gaze darted from Bert and the baby to Eovras, panic written on her face.

"Why? For what?"

Eo smirked, "For a job well done on that mission of course," He glanced to Bert who was gently bouncing the baby in his arms, "What did you think I was referring to?" He looked to Keliso with a knowing smile.

"N-Nothing my lord." Keliso shook her head quickly. Eo laughed and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You are among family, Keliso, there's no need to call me that. Call me father." He looked her in the eyes and gave a nod of affirmation; he made it clear he wanted her to feel welcome and comfortable among them. Keliso smiled.

"Okay, father." She gave a curt nod, and he smiled in turn before leading her to a spot at the table where he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and he took his place at the head of the table; by then Marrett and Vette had finished setting things up and Marrett brought out the food to set at the table.

Ellbert then handed the baby off to Vette and came to Keliso’s side, “I have to get back to the padawans, but I’ll return as soon as I’m done,” He gave a light peck on her cheek- to which, Keli’s eyes widened and her face turned red as she watched him give a nod to everyone and exit the room.She turned back to the others sitting rather rigid in her seat and clearing her throat.

"Ellbert seems so sweet Keliso," Vette told her, "Just like my Eo here!" She gave Eo a wink.

"Um. Yeah." Keliso ran her fingers along her cheek. Though she didn't think Eo or Bert were anything alike, she was a bit too lost for words to correct Vette on that account. The majority of the dinner went like this, Keliso giving answers when asked questions or prodded for conversation, but what they had spent the last hour talking about she couldn’t say. She was so distracted it was like the time passing was a haze.

She rose her head only when Eovras stood and addressed her, “Well, we best head off, it’s a long trip home.” Keliso stood up to meet him as did Marrett and Vette.

“Okay. But, will you come again soon?” Keliso asked. As she looked up at Lord Eovras, she felt like she wasn’t going to see him again for some time. He smiled and gave a curt nod.

“Of course, Keliso.”

The three of them filed out of the room one by one, leaving Keli alone to her thoughts. She glanced down at the clean white plates on the table, unable to recall what it is they even ate for supper, but she brushed it off quite easily. Her mind had been on other things after all. Well, not things, but someone.

“Keli.”

She jumped and turned to see Ellbert had been standing right behind her. He smiled sweetly.

“I didn’t think it was possible to sneak up on you,” He glanced around the table, “How was dinner with Darth Eovras?”

She paused a moment, unfamiliar with hearing that name off Ellbert’s lips, but she answered nonetheless, “It was great, really. I wish it could stay like this.” She smiled at Bert, folding her hands behind her.

“What makes you say it won’t stay like this? I’m sure he would visit whenever you like if only you ask,” He took a step forward, closing the distance between them and sliding his hands across her hips as he did so.

Keliso instinctively moved back and bumped into the table, her hands grasping its edges as Bert got closer, “Bert!” His face drew close to her, but hesitated as she spoke up. They stood there for several moments staring at one another, Keli’s gaze drifting to his lips, “I...”

Before she said anything more, or even considered what she might say, Bert’s lips brushed against hers. She grew still, then sunk into the kiss. She closed her eyes as her hand reached up for his face. Bert’s hands ran along her back and with his weight he gently pressed her against the table. Her thumb ran along the scarred part of his face, and she abruptly pulled away.

“No. I can’t-. You can’t. You can’t love me.”

His eyes looked confused, then hurt, “What do you mean Keli? I do love you.”

Her hand covered her mouth as he moved his hands to her shoulders. “You...love-” she shook her head quite suddenly, “No, Bert couldn’t. He wouldn’t ever love me.” As much as she wanted to hear those words from his lips, she knew it felt wrong in her heart.

“Keli, dear, you’re not making any sense,” He frowned, his tone sounding concerned.

“No, you’re the one not making any sense!” She pushed Bert away with more force than expected; he stumbled back a step, shocked, “He would never look at me the way you are! Or hold me the way you-” tears were rolling down her face now, but she couldn’t hold back now, “Eovras wasn’t real either was he?” Her voice became accusing of Bert, as though this was all his doing.

“He’s a Sith lord, ‘Bert’, I’m his sworn enemy- he wants nothing but my death after what I did to him! And its like Marrett is a whole different person now! She’d never listen to what Vette told her! None of them would be happy to see me.

And you...” She pointed at Ellbert, a sob breaking her sentence midway, “You would never turn your back on the Jedi teachings to love someone- and even if you did, I don’t think you would ever choose me.”

Keli moved to the door, turning her back on him.

“Keli, don’t leave!”

She looked back over her shoulder.

“We can have everything you ever wanted. Just stay with me.”

Keliso gave him a long hard look, before wiping some of the tears from her eyes and walking out. The look on his face burned into the back of her mind.

~~~

She opened her eyes and she was back in the temple. Keliso glanced around, wiping the tears on her sleeve again. Within a few moments, a door beside the statue slowly began to open. She took a deep breath before standing and walking through the door.

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Indisposed

There he was, in the courtyard, dressed in his satin top hat and suit, conversing with a few associates as they traveled out into the street. Abelle couldn’t imagine what they were talking about, as she watched from the second floor window of the manor, but it was likely about business; something that did not concern her, as her father often said. But it was the gentleman in the tophat, Mr. Ivon Plourde, whom her attention was set on, and she could not remove her forlorn gaze from him, even as a door behind her creaked open, and in Mr. Renard entered.

“It is time for this morning’s lesson, Miss Abelle.”

She kept her eyes on the distant Ivon until the man disappeared from the courtyard with his associates. Abelle then turned slightly, smoothing out her pale blue dress to avoid looking her teacher in the eye, “I’m afraid I cannot today, Mr. Renard. Might we reschedule for tomorrow?”

“Is something the matter?” The old man asked, and as she walked over to sit down in the lounger, he walked over the window.

“Yes, I am indisposed. I think it best I rest for today.”

Mr. Renard glanced over to see her staring at the chess board, again, avoiding his gaze. He gave a brief sigh, and looked out the window once more, studying the courtyard, though he already knew what ailed her. He had seen young Ivon leaving the manor just as he had arrived, they had exchanged a brief greeting before Mr. Renard made his way up to the study to meet with Abelle. Mr. Plourde had been visiting frequently these last few weeks, and always, the man seemed to leave a smile on the girl’s face long after he was gone. Mr. Renard thought it had been a good change for Miss Abelle, as her isolation here at the manor had left her with little company save for himself. And she had seemed to be in such high spirits until now.

“An aching heart is the worst of all the ailments, ma petite flèche.”

“It’s not like that!”

Mr. Renard, surprised, turned to the girl again to see tears forming in her eyes as she crossed her arms. But it looked more so like she was trying to keep herself together than lashing out at him. She had always been a sensitive girl, even when she was younger, and yet, surprisingly direct and straightforward, like an arrow, as he had nicknamed her. She likely admitted feelings to Mr. Ivon that he could not reciprocate. Mr. Renard waited until Abelle could compose herself.

She wiped a few tears from her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking, “It’s just,” She stifled another bout of tears, “We’ve spent so much time together. I thought he felt for me as strongly as I feel for him. We had such lovely conversations-” She sobbed, unable to contain it this time. It took her another moment to speak again, “And I listened to his pain, and he mine.” She tried to explain further, but she had broken down once more. Mr. Renard sat at her side to comfort her, acting instead of the father who could not be here for her. He soothingly rubbed her shoulder as she sobbed into the fabric of his coat.

A great bit of time passed before she could eventually explain that Mr. Ivon had told her how good of a person she was, and how he cherished her friendship and that he hoped to continue visiting her. On top of that, Abelle believed that he was going to seek reconciliation with his last heartbreak, the one who had caused the man so much pain to begin with.

“Did you confess your feelings to him, my dear?” Mr. Renard asked after she finished her fragmented story.

Young Abelle shook her head, “It would only hurt him more.”

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Laz’ab every time.

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hahaha, that’s so perfect xD

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:Terra:

In a small plaza near the tavern, in a quiet part of the neighborhood, a fountain stood at its center, with a fierce lion cut from marble that was posed at its base. The sound of the cascading water was wall that broke the midnight silence. Terra sat down at the edge of the fountain, contemplating as she watched the night sky. After a moment or two of gazing at the moon, she looked down at her rippling reflection in the water. So much had happened over the last couple of months, sometimes she forgot how much had changed in herself over the passed year. With her short blonde hair and old baggy rags she wore for clothes gave her the appearance of a young boy. It was a lie she had been living since the previous summer, to protect herself and those around her. But this person, staring back at her through the water- this was what Cicero made her into. The man whom she had trusted as her mentor, who inevitably betrayed them all. In a spark of anger, Terra swatted at the water, causing her reflection to twist and distort into an indistinguishable form of color.

“Terra.”

She jumped, spinning around to face Emilio, who had entered the plaza without Terra’s notice. She sighed and straightened herself up, adjusting her vest.

“You don’t need to sneak up on me like that.”

“I didn’t. You are usually more alert.” He glanced around the clearing before he sat down beside Terra. “We did well today. You should be celebrating with the others.”

“Yes, yes. We saved an innocent man from the gallows, and he’s a key part in all this, but how will we stop Cicero’s next move? We don’t even know what he is planning.”

“You’re right. We don’t know. But you won’t find your answers by sitting here.”

“Are you suggesting that I go out searching every house in Venice?” Terra looked at him with a bemused smile.

“No. You can’t pull a disappearing act whenever you want anymore. The guild looks to you now.” Emilio stood up and offered his hand, “Come on, they’re all waiting. Just... let them enjoy this small victory tonight.”

Terra looked at his hand for a moment, then gave a curt nod, “Alright.” She stood up without taking it, however, and Emilio only stood there for a moment before following her lead and exiting the plaza.

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:GAIL:

Ayurnamat: The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

The blades of wheat danced in the wind, flicking to and fro and licking at Gail as she lay in the field. Her hair was a long tangled mess, and her clothes were torn and ragged, revealing the many scars and open wounds that decorated her pale flesh. Even the slightest movement unleashed a fiery pain all over, but fortunately for Gail, she had passed out on a soft bed of wheat. There was nothing that could motivate her to move from this spot.

Several moments went by as Gail stared at the orange sky and listened to the hushed wind. Soon, she could also hear footsteps tromping through the wheat field. Her gaze drifted lazily towards the source, and a young scruffy man appeared, carrying a first aid kit in one hand, and a case of beers in the other. Gail eyed the latter as the bottles clinked together in sweet harmony.

“Eiiiiiivind, just the man I wanted to see!” Her voice sounded scratchy, as though she’d been screaming or yelling all night, “How’d you find me so quickly?”

“Well…” The man with hazel eyes glanced back over his shoulder, “It was not difficult.” Gail could not see from where she lay, but behind Eivind, at the borders of the forest, claw marks stretched across several trees, showing a clear path that Gail must have come in from last night. Eivind didn’t expect her to remember much so soon after her transformation the previous. Werewolves always had such fuzzy memory right away waking up from a night under the full moon.

“You really roughed yourself up this time ‘round.” Eivind observed as he set the beers down next to Gail and helped her sit up. “Did the beast have something to be angry about?”

Gail grimaced as a sharp pain ebbed at her side from being moved. While Eivind busied himself with the first aid kit, Gail popped open a beer and shrugged, “Don’t know.”

They grew quiet as Eivind opened the first aid kit and withdrew his wand. “Tergeo,” He muttered quietly, and the dried blood covering her wounds started to melt away. There was a large gash in Gail’s arm, right over an old scar that resembled deep teeth marks scraping all the way down her forearm. “You never mentioned how you got these old scars. They're from the werewolf that turned you, aren’t they?”

Gail gave a curt nod and took a swig of beer as Eivind cast another spell, this one causing the bandages from the first aid kit to come out and wrap around her wounds. “My father was a werewolf. Dark wizards came after him during a full moon, and I chased after him. I got too close to him.”

Eivind gave her a wide eyed look, fearing that he’d asked something that would only resurface painful memories. He never expected that Gail had gone through something so traumatizing. To be turned into a werewolf was one thing, but to be turned by your own father was another. There was far more to the story than Eivind could have imagined. As he looked at her though, she was staring up at the sky with a calm smile. She didn’t seem too bothered by his question.

Still, he felt he should apologize, “I did not realize, sorry for bringing it up.” He closed the first aid kit and stood up, offering his hand to help Gail to her feet, who shrugged once again.

“It’s alright. It happened a long time ago.” She smiled as he helped her up, and Eivind couldn’t help but be surprised by her response.

“Still, it can’t be easy to talk about.”

Gail quickly shook her head, “Well, I do miss him… but nobody can change what happened, you know? And he wouldn’t want me spending all my time being sad and worrying about what I could have done to save him.”

“I see…” Eivind grew quiet for a moment, choosing his words carefully, even if Gail was handling the conversation as well as she was, “So you don’t regret that you were turned then? Does that bother you?”

Gail looked him in the eye now, not out of anger, but instead, confusion. “No, it doesn’t. Of course it’s difficult, but its just how things are. I just have to be careful not to hurt anybody, and maybe even help people with it. And you and the rest of the gang have helped me a lot! I’m grateful for it.” She smiled once again, and started walking back towards the forest, though Eivind could tell based on how she walked that her wounds were still causing a lot of pain.

“Speaking of the others, let’s go meet up with them, make sure they got through the night as well as we did.” Gail called over her shoulder. Eivind gave a curt nod and picked up the first aid kit and case of beer before following after her.

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