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[ofophvlia]

i was cheated by you, and i think you know when ( she’s talkin to god btw )

LILY JAMES  :  CISFEMALE  !  that’s just cage, ophelia  -  the twenty-five year old from the mill. she has been a member for three months and works as a medic. i heard she’s been dubbed the lost soul because she’s skillful & empathetic, but if you look a bit closer, they’re also worrisome & private. wild baby’s breath, worn down books, hand stitched embroidery, & old tree swings are usually associated with her, but you’ll also hear them humming BABY MINE by betty noyes, so be on the lookout for those signs.

HI I’M BEA ( twenty big ones, she/her ) back at it again with the subpar characters and below average writing ability.  i hope you enjoy my newest bab, ophelia.  she is an actual human angel™️ but she is very sad at present so please handle with care.  cont. reading to learn more and hmu if you wanna plot with her !!!!

iM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG god i don’t blame u if you don’t read it all lol just skip to the end.  

ok so where do we begin.  like it is with many, it is often hard for ophelia to remember life before the outbreak.  fifteen years is a long time to be living in a never ending circle of hell, especially when you were only ten when it started

she grew up in anchorage.  her father was a doctor and her mother was a nurse.  they met at work & fell in love.  a tale as old as time, but unfortunately these two didn’t get time to live happily ever after

when the outbreak happened, they didn’t flee.  her parents both wanted to stay in the city and help.  they both worked in a clinic that was set up in a stadium.  ophelia tagged along, always assisting her parents whenever she could.  she picked up a lot, and by the time she was in her twenties, she was as close to a full fledged nurse as she could be without a degree.

when she was about sixteen, a team of doctors was requested for a rescue mission in the city center- one of the most dangerous places in the area.  a school being used as a safe house had been overtaken by the infection and they needed people to assist with search and rescue and provide immediate medical attention. her father volunteered when no one else stepped forward.  he kissed her goodbye, went off, and never returned.

one day, around year fourteen, a patient came in.  he was barely conscious and looked awful.  luckily he wasn’t infected- no bites, but he had suffered a nasty fall.  with enough care and treatment, he miraculously lived.  ophelia was assigned to his bed, and she visited him often to check up, change his bandages, and bring him rations.  

the more time they spent together, the more they took a liking to each other.  she didn’t have many friends, a few other nurses she got along with, her mother, but people came and went so often.  but this guy, max, was different.  he was taken with her, and the feeling was quite mutual.

after he fully recovered, he stuck around the hospital.  he volunteered, taking in shipments of supplies, helping where he could.  mostly, he just wanted to be near ophelia, and she certainly didn’t mind.  dare she say, they were in love, and despite the world crumbling around her, she’d never been happier.

eventually, she found out she was pregnant.  though she was nothing but terrified, having max eased her anxiety.  she knew they could manage it, together.  

however, her bubble was soon shattered when the clinic became invaded by the infected.  runners broke in, patients unable to save themselves were left vulnerable.  the alarms went off, the stadium was to be locked down to contain the outbreak - no one in or out.  max grabbed ophelia and pulled her through the crowd, she screamed for her mother but it was barely audible through the shrieks of the others around them.  the gates were closing and everyone was desperate for escape.  max pulled her through, slipping through a side passage and out the gate before it could close and they didn’t stop running until they were as far from the stadium as possible.

they spent the next few days searching for her mother.  she didn’t want to stop looking, she needed to find her, to know she was alright.  but they never did.  to this day, she isn’t sure if she ever made it out, but she doesn’t have high hopes.

they decided they needed to leave the city.  it was getting far too dangerous.  there had always been talk around the clinic of a town not far off, a society- settlements.  it was perhaps the closest place to go with some sort of order, some sort of safety.  she didn’t want to leave, she couldn’t leave without knowing what happened to her mom, but deep down, she knew she had to go.  now she had something she had to protect.

they started the journey to soldotna.  they found a group that took them across the arm for a pretty penny.  they were left with basically nothing, and trecked on towards the settlement.  

they were both tough, and smart, but ophelia had never been out like this before.  she always stayed at the stadium, she rarely ventured out into the city, and never into the wild open air.  she didn’t really know how to handle herself, and she was always on edge.

a few days into their journey, they came upon a group of stalkers.  with nothing to protect themselves, they were left with no choice but to run.  but the stalkers were fast & ophelia and max were weak with exhaustion and hunger.  they tried to get away but they were no match.  max pushed her ahead, yelling at her to go as he pulled back, letting the stalkers overtake him.  she screamed, looking back at her beloved being eaten alive.  she wanted to run towards him, to help him, to save him.  but she knew she couldn’t.  she couldn’t think of herself anymore, of what she wanted.  she could no longer care for herself, but only for her child.  

she ran, she ran and she cried and she didn’t let herself stop moving until her legs couldn’t carry her anymore.  she was scared and alone, but she kept on going.  eventually, she reached soldotna.  it was the mill she found first.  she was starving, dirty, and ragged.  all she could mutter when she reached the outskirts was that she was pregnant.  they took her in, and as soon as she was cleaned and fed she threw herself into work, promising to make herself useful as a thank you for the settlement’s kindness

ever since, ophelia has been loyal to the mill.  she has been around for a little over three months, and is now well into her second trimester and creeping up on her third.  it’s a bit of work eating for two in an apocalyptic world and constantly working with a small human draining all your energy but she refuses to slow down.  she thinks if she does, she’ll die.

she’s lost herself.  the girl with the golden hair that was once filled with energy, hope, and light.  the girl max loved, she died with him.  she feels a darkness glooming over her, but she tries to stay positive for her little one, despite how unexcited she is to bring a child into such a cruel world

connections

im so bad at these im sorry

maybe someone who found her when she first came to the mill, someone she’s sort of bonded with or always felt indebted too??

some friends !!! to make her feel !!! less sad all the time !!!

some cute fluffy stuff would be 👀nice idk

maybe someone she knew in anchorage that also happens to be here?  someone that came through the clinic?

im down for family connections!  maybe a cousin she hasn’t seen in years? heck i could even write a sibling into her backstory

im so sorry if this has typos lol

[ringleadr-blog]

GOOD     EVENING,     LADS          !          it’s     your     friendly     neighbourhood     dickhead,     out     here     with     character     numero     uno:     sebastian     gabriel     abernathy,     lieutenant     general     of     the     fireflies,     unnaturally     nice     man,     deserves     better     than     what     he’s     got,     etc.          !          i’m     c,     i’m     nineteen,     i     use     she/her     pronouns     and     today,     i’ll     be     navigating     you     through     this     absolute     shitshow          ---          and     with     that,     let’s     get     into     it          !

trigger     warnings     include:     death.     pregnancy.     

LAYER     ONE.          BIOGRAPHY.

sebastian  was  fifteen  when  the  outbreak  began     ;     he  remembers  what  life  was  like  before  the  shit  hit  the  fan  but  tbh,  he  doesn’t  like  to  think  about  it  too  much.  it  tends  to  upset  him,  to  remember  what  he  had  before     ---     but  because  i’m  a  demon,  i’m  going  to  make  him  relive  the  experience.

picture  it:  it’s  the  american  dream.  nuclear  family,  picture - perfect     ;     smiling  brunette  trophy  wife,  father  with  a  killawatt  smile.  two  children,  dark - haired  and  bright - eyed  and  beautiful,  golden  retriever  resting  at  their  feet.  it’s  a  picket  fence  kind  of  lifestyle,  sunday  roasts  and  church  bests  and  grace  before  every  meal,  orange  juice  for  breakfast  and  carpooling  to  school.  grandma  adores  you,  pinches  your  cheeks  and  tells  you  how  much  you’ve  grown.  you  laugh  at  her,  shake  her  off  only  to  envelope  her  in  a  bear  hug.  it  seems  abnormal  now,  when  you look  back  on  it,  so  fundamentally  different  to  your  existence  now.

anyways     !     he  was  fifteen  when  the  outbreak  began,  and  the  family  was  actually  on  holiday  in  austin  when  it  began.  he  was  so  delighted  to  be  visiting  austin  and  it  literally  turned  into  a  walking  nightmare.  the  minute  they  understood  what  was  going  on,  they  got  out  and  they  started  running  as  fast  as  they  could,  to  anywhere  they  could.  at  fifteen,  sebastian  knew  loss  already     ;     his  grandparents  went  quick,  and  they  had  a  memorial  under  a  bus  shelter  somewhere  in  memphis.  

his  parents  were  the  next  to  go,  and  it  killed  him  to  watch  them  go.  they  went  down  in  richmond,  virginia,  after  being  attacked  and  eaten  alive.  sometimes,  when  he  tries  to  fall  asleep,  he  can  still  hear  his  mother  screaming  and  it  haunts  him  beyond  words.  he  and  his  sister  decided  that  from  virginia,  they’d  make  their  way  back  to  texas  but  they  never  get  there.

sebastian  is  twenty  at  this  point     ;     still  so  young,  but  the  elusive  stamp  of  pain  and  loss  and  suffering  has  planted  itself  firmly  into  darkened  hues.  he’s  twenty,  and  his  sister  is  twenty - two,  and  they’ve  been  running  since  they  were  teenagers  and  catherine  finally  gives  up.  while  sebastian  sleeps  in  the  backseat  of  a  car  they  stole  somewhere  between  arkansas  and  tennessee,  she  wanders  out  into  a  crowd  of  stragglers.  sebastian  wakes  up  to  find  himself  alone,  completely  alone  and  it’s  the  last  straw.

for  a  while,  he  just  wanders.  he  doesn’t  know  whether  he  wants  to  plunge  headfirst  into  a  group  of  infected  or  whether  he  wants  to  run  them  over.  for  a  solid  three  years,  he  just  drives  all  over,  doesn’t  settle  anywhere,  just  straggles.  he  feeds  when  he  can,  but  it  isn’t  often.  grief  sustains  him,  as  do  stale  cigarettes.

at  twenty - three,  he  finds  the  fireflies  and  at  first,  the  idea  of  joining  is  too  much.  he’s  still  so  deep  in  his  grief,  still  mourning  his  family  but  he  ends  up  joining  anyway,  and  it’s  here  that  he  meets  the  short - lived  love  of  his  life.  

she  guards  the  perimeter  of  the  base  and  he  falls  so  deeply  in  love  that  it  hurts,  and  the  thing  is  that  she  falls  right  back.  theirs  is  a  whirlwind  romance  but  it  has  to  be  when  life  is  fragile.  he  proposes  one  night  while  they’re  lying  in  their  makeshift  bed,  and  they  start  dreaming  about  their  future  together.  this  is  not  to  last,  though,  because  an  advancing  group  of  infected  get  to  her  while  she  guards  one  particular  section  alone.  seb  doesn’t  get  there  in  time,  and  has  to  watch  on  in  horror  whilst  the  love  of  his  life,  mother  of  his  unborn  child,  is  eaten.

he  advances  to  the  position  of  lieutenant  general  when  he’s  twenty - six,  after  being  with  the  fireflies  for  three  years.  he  loves  them  like  family,  and  doesn’t  hesitate  to  grow  the  camp.  slowly  but  surely,  he  comes  to  think  of  himself  as  a father  figure,  a  brother  figure     ---     a  friend,  a  shoulder  to  cry  on,  a  figure  of  stability.  

and  the  thing  is,  after  all  that’s  happened  to  sebastian,  you’d  expect  him  to  be  bitter  and  harsh  and  jaded  and  angry  but  he  isn’t.  he’s  loving,  kind,  gentle,  optimistic     ---     doesn’t  have  a  bad  word  to  say  about  anybody.  he’s  still  deeply  embroiled  in  the  grieving  process,  but  he  doesn’t  let  it  show  because  being  strong  for  his  newfound  family  is  what  he  does  best.

he’s  thirty  now,  but  he’s  every  bit  as  kind  and  optimistic  as  he  was  before  the  outbreak.  he’s  still  growing,  still  learning.  he  refuses  to  believe  that  the  world  can’t  be  fixed,  and  hopes  that  one  day,  things  might  return  to  normal.

LAYER     TWO.          CONNECTIONS.

cue  foreigner’s  i  want  to  love  what  love  is  because  listen     ...........     someone  show  this  poor  man  what  love  is  and  that  he  can  love  again  and  not  be  afraid  of  hurting  anymore

i  would  actually  die  for  his  dead  fiancée’s  sibling     ?????     i  just  kinda  want  them  to  go  through  the  grief  together  and  to  build  something  out  of  it     ---     or  for  the  relationship  to  go  completely  pear - shaped,  id

i’d  love  the  person  that  convinced  him  to  join  the  fireflies  bc  honestly  he  owes  them  so  much  n  loves  them  like  an  adopted  family  member

idk  i  want  lots  of  plots  but  these  are  the  first  few  that  came  to  mind  but  listen     ........     i’m  always  up  for  brainstorming     !!!!!

[coquetteal-blog]

“THE SUN RISES DESPITE OUR SITUATION.”

SOPHIE SKELTON  :  FEMALE !  that’s just marks, river -  the twenty-eight year old from firefly. she has been a member for six months, and works in ( as  a  ) medic. i heard she’s been dubbed the sanguine because her  optimism, but if you look a bit closer, they’re also naive. soft sweaters, the smell of sunshine, colorful art projects, and butterflies are usually associated with her, but you’ll also hear them humming FALLING APART by michael schulte, so be on the lookout for those signs.

Hi, I’m Dee and I’m (coughs) years old (over 21) and this is River, a soft woman who just wants to remain so through everything that’s happening.

NOTES/WANTED:

she has a boundless optimism but does find some moments of despondent attitude. She tries her very hardest to remain optimistic through everything thought.

she’s medically trained and worked as a nurse; she had dreams of pursuing a career as an RN but the apocalypse has made that harder, obviously.

she’s incredibly soft and should probably have someone willing to look after her, if you wanna be that person who protects the soft girl let me know!

her entire family was alive when things went south, and she still believes they’re out there somewhere. I will be doing some dice rolls to see who survived and maybe putting in WCs for the ones who do survive.

sophie has limited resources but i’m trying and I love her look for what i’m going for.

the only time her bounciness will set aside is when she’s working on someone injured; medical work is her passion and even with everything that’s going on she’s keeping up on her studies (basically trying to learn ways to help) and gets very passionate but subdued in that passion when she’s working. Basically, the job is important.

if you want to be a friend of hers at firefly please let me know, she needs tons!

she probably doesn’t go out much unless the need arises so if you’re from elsewhere we’ll have to work out how they’re hanging out yeah?

I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE RIGHT NOW BUT IF YOU CAN THINK OF ANYTHING, as always let me know. I’m here for the plots. (:

[beldameds-blog]

okay   ,     it’s     early     as     shit     and     i     don’t     know     exactly     why     i’m     awake     but     here     we     are          !          i’m     not     going     to     say     much     here   ,     because     that     requires     too     much     brainwork     but     i     love     this     fucking     wreck     too     much     and     with     that   ,     let’s     get     into     it.

LAYER     ONE.          BIOGRAPHY.

florence  brigid  o’riordan  was  originally  born  in  county  cork,  ireland,  to  a  parish  priest  and  his  schoolteacher  wife.  the  o’riordan  family  was  devoutly  catholic,  staunch  in  their  beliefs  and  unwavering  in  their  conviction  that  their  children  would  be  brought  up  to  follow  their  beliefs  and  it  may  come  to  surprise  some  that  florence  adhered  to  their  beliefs.  as  a  kid,  she  believed  everything  they  said  about  god.

fourteen  when  the  infection  began,  it  didn’t  spread  to  ireland  as  quickly  as  they  all  thought.  florence  and  her  family  had  enough  time  to  prepare  for  the  worst     ;     her  father  insisted  on  praying  the  sickness  away,  but  her  mother  was  more  practical.  the  church  became  a  safehouse,  and  the  entire  community  flocked  to  it  to  seek  protection.  however,  it  got  too  claustrophobic  for  florence,  and  in  the  dead  of  night,  she  snuck  out  with  a  backpack  full  of  food  and  supplies.  a  rosary  hanging  round  pale  neck,  she  was  nineteen  when  she  set  out  on  her  own.

for  a  while,  she  traveled  europe  with  a  group  of  stragglers,  and  it  was  here  that  she  began  to  lose  faith.  she  saw  the  devastation  in  people’s  faces,  how  they  turned  away  with  a  smirk  and  a  sigh  when  she  mentioned  praying.  a  few  weeks  into  her  journey,  she  stopped  praying  before  she  went  to  sleep.  couldn’t  bear  to  take  her  rosary  off  because  it  was  the  last  thing  her  mother  had  touched,  but  her  belief  in  it  was  lacking. 

she  traveled  with  various  packs  pretty  much  all  through  her  twenties  and  a  more  radical  shift  in  personality  would  be  hard  to  come  by.  once  a  religious,  soft - spoken,  timid  wraith  of  a  girl,  she  was  rebellious,  loud - mouthed  and  sinful,  utterly  sinful.  her  father  would’ve  been  convinced  she  was  the  devil  reincarnate  if  she  was  to  cross  the  threshold  of  the  church  now,  with  the  way  she  cursed  and  slept  with  anyone  she  felt  like.  chastity  and  virtue  was  a  thing  of  the  past,  and  there  was  a  certain  kind  of  freedom  that  came  with  that.  she  didn’t  feel  like  she  was  waiting  for  her  life  to  begin  anymore     ;     she  was  very  much  living  it.

she  was  twenty - seven  when  someone  mentioned  that  they  were  hopping  on  a  boat,  making  their  way  to  america  to  get  into  the  thick  of  it  and  the  promise  of  adventure  was  too  much  for  florence  to  handle.  she  snuck  onto  the  boat,  stowed  herself  away  in  the  engine  room  and  away  she  went.  she  didn’t  dare  to  emerge  until  they  hit  america,  and  even  then  she  crept  out  into  the  dead  of  night.  she’d  expected  to  end  up  somewhere  sunny  and  warm,  like  california  or  miami,  but  they’d  docked  in  alaska  and  there  was  something  oddly  satisfying  about  that.

she  began  to  wander  alone,  and  that’s  the  way  it’s  been  ever  since.  whenever  she  needs  anything,  she  worms  her  way  into  whatever  camp  is  closest.  as  such,  she’s  become  partial  to  the  mill,  the  boarding  school  and  the  fireflies  and  tends  to  take  from  them  equally.  she’s  not  yet  ready  to  settle  down,  and  instead  flits  between  the  three  camps.  she  does  spend  a  majority  of  her  time  alone,  though,  and  loves  it.

personality - wise     ??     an  absolute  fucking  demon  of  a  human  being.  chaotic  evil  in  cheap  red  lipstick.  smokes  stale  cigarettes  and  cusses  and  flirts  as  much  as  she  possibly  can,  with  anything  on  two  legs.  pretty  much  the  opposite  of  what  she  was  born  to  be.  could  kick  my  ass  in  2  seconds  flat  and  i’d  say  thanks.  

[rccklcss-blog]

hey everyone! i’m brooke (21, est, she/her) and i’m so excited to rp with all of your awesome characters!! this is the first of my characters, isaac stonem. zoe nguyen’s intro will be posted shortly! if you have any questions or want to plot or anything, let me know!

FINN WOLFHARD :  CIS MALE  !  that’s just stonem, isaac  -  the fifteen year old from the boarding school. he has been a member for fifteen years, and works in ( as  a  ) maintenance. i heard he’s been dubbed the fervor because he’s passionate, but if you look a bit closer, they’re also immature.  messy black curls, grease-stained hands, speaking so quickly no one else can get a word in, feeling too much and not enough, a boy pretending to be a man are usually associated with him, but you’ll also hear them humming DANIEL IN THE DEN by bastille, so be on the lookout for those signs.

isaac is a straight up mess, honestly. like get ready to meet the most emotional boi in the apocalypse. he’s fifteen and the younger brother of nick the dick stonem, who leads the boarding school.

isaac was born here right around when the world went to shit. he’s only fifteen, so he’s never known any life besides the boarding school. in all honesty, he doesn’t really mind that? like yeah, when he hears about how things used to be, it sounds cool, but he’s never had that, so he can’t really miss it. 

uh so yeah, he still really really really misses his dad. he only died a few months ago, so isaac’s still grieving a bit. he’s mostly just angry about it. he’s angry that they lose people so often and he’s angry that his stupid older brother is in charge now.

okay so he’s got a lot of unresolved anger at nick (in case you couldn’t tell). a few months ago, only a little while after their dad died, nick took isaac with him outside of the school and isaac almost died as a result. isaac 100% blames nick (which might not be entirely fair but oh well). before the incident, isaac would give anything to break out, but now he’s terrified to leave honestly

isaac’s always had an inquisitive mind. he’s always wanted to know how things work, so he’s been taking things apart and putting them back together since he was little. he works with maintenance at the school because he’s good at repairing and building things. if they have any sort of mechanical issue, isaac’s there to fix it or at least try his hardest to

he’s still pretty immature? like he’s fifteen years old and also struggling to adjust after his dad died. he’s prone to emotional outbursts, especially angry ones. he’s trying to control his temper, but so far, he’s not very successful at that

isaac’s a chatterbox. he talks a lot, especially when he’s nervous or excited. sometimes it can be difficult to get a word in, but if you tell him to shut up, usually he does

uhhh so yeah, he’s sort of obnoxious but also really smart and i swear, deep down he is very sweet. it’s just deep, deeeeeep down

wanted connections

first and foremost, i want his best friend. they’d be about 15-16 and would have also probably grown up at the boarding school. they’re thick as thieves and isaac loves them deeply

i want someone who sort of mentored him? someone who also has an interest in mechanics and helped isaac with it when he was first starting out. isaac would probably idolize them, honestly

so he can be a real pain in the ass. i’d love for him to have an enemy or two that just think he’s annoying and entitled. because honestly, he sort of is

maybe a crush or two? isaac’s pan (even if he doesn’t necessarily have that word in his vocabulary) and he’s probably had his fair share of crushes by now. i doubt any of them have gone anywhere because he is not smooth or suave at all

people he looks up to in general? he’s one of the babies of the group, so i imagine he looks up to the older characters a lot, especially now that he doesn’t have his dad around and he’s mad at nick

really anything! i’m super open to plotting and developing him, so hit me up if you want to brainstorm together!

[lostkctya-blog]

josefine pettersen : female ! that’s just vasilyev, katya - the twenty two year old outsider, who has been alone for one year. i heard she’s been dubbed the broken bird because she’s self-sufficient & intelligent, but if you look a bit closer, she’s also reclusive & cold. foggy mornings, the slow passage of time, & feathers are usually associated with her, but you’ll also hear them humming ghost limbs by dizzy, so be on the lookout for those signs. + “ i am mine before i am ever anyone else’s ”

guess who’s back ? ya girl beks w/ her girl the wild nd feral kat. pls give her a hug even if she bites you....she needs it.

wow haha time to cry

before the outbreak kat was the bougie lil daughter of russian immigrants w/ lotsa money

smart beautiful and mean she was basically a textbook bully bitch but she loved it bc all the adults in her small texan community rly loved to say her and her fam were communists?/?? like wasn’t the red scare over?? chill yall.

kat’s dream was to eventually be a doctor. particularly she wanted to be a pediatric surgeon bc she rly loves kids !!!

HOWEVER

SHE NEVER GOT THE CHANCE BC OF ALL THIS APOCALYPSE SHIT

her parents had always been rly self sufficient and for the first few yrs they lived out their lives in their house w/ her parents fighting off zombies and teaching her how to do so

eventually tho, they had to leave. houston had fallen into ruins and her father had heard rumours of safe camps way way up north in alaska

kat didnt want to go. she wanted to make things work in texas, but her parents refused and basically told her she could go with them or hang back and die

they left when kat was ~15 and made it to alaska by the time she was 18. the trek on foot was life changing and she carries a lot of horrible trauma w/ her from that time

a lot of fighting for her life both against people and against zombies. she’s killed more people than she would like to admit or even remember

 they kinda camp hopped in the south, stopping for a few days or a few weeks to recuperate. most people were fairly welcoming but her parents burned a lot of bridges with their constant moving around. the goal was alaska and only alaska, and no matter how well things went in some places they refused to stay

when they reached the boarding school kat felt like it was a god sent after all the years of being on the run

however good things never seemed to last long for her

they were barely at the school for three months before her parents --- who had pledged loyalty --- decided it just wasnt for them

they told kat they planned on leaving and she begged and begged for them to stay. that they could make it work here and that she finally felt safe for the first time in years

they didnt care lmao

it was another case of “come with your family or you’re dead to us”

so she bid her farewells to the few people she knew and made her way off into the cold night with her parents

everything was okay at first. they found an old ransacked camp and turned it into some semblance of a home. kat was okay with it. it wasn’t the worst that could have happened, though her heart longed for everything she left behind at soldotna

about a year and a half after leaving, kat lost her parents to a hoarde making it’s way south

she watched them get torn apart in front of her as she did her best to fight. the last thing her mother said to her was to run away. she regrets the fact that she listened.

the next year was spent barely scraping by. doing her best to find soldotna again and beg to be let in. without her family she was nothing.

there were a few times she contemplated just letting the cold or the hoardes or passing threats take her. however, she knew she had to get back to the school. there were people there she couldn’t let down. promises she had made that she intended to keep.

now sick and basically dead, she made it !! wow !!

i’ll add more to this eventually !! but not rn bc i need to get ready for work !! wanted connections and things will be posted soon. message me if u wanna plot <3