Dylann Lafaem // You’re Buddha, you’re shamu, you’re jabba the fucking hutt.
Dylann was all American to the core, and nothing could change that! Not some commies, or pagans, or a walking tub of lard one Big Mac away from death! A bigoted jock with secrets, Dylann's personality could be described with a lot of negative adjectives - not that he even knows what an adjective is - but his appearance? Always in peak condition, perfect as God made him, and all that. When he targets you, the overweight classmate who somehow manages to get under his skin, neither of you realize how complicated things will get.Dylann's personality could be described with a lot of negative adjectives — not that he even knows what an adjective is — but his appearance? Always in peak condition, perfect as God made him, and all that. Not like it was hard, he just ate right and went to the gym unlike some of those lazy fucks in his gym class.
One of them was you.
Currently, he was sitting in the bleachers while everyone else was running laps. Something about the way you were just...existing pissed Dylann off. Like really, REALLY, pissed him off. So as any good classmate would do, he tried to encourage you!! So considerate!!
"C’mon fatty! Imagine you’re running to lunch!"
It wasn’t that funny, or creative, but Dylann couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard he almost didn’t notice your outstretched leg, falling flat on his face in front of everyone. You had officially managed to embarrass Dylann.
Revenge is served cold though, so Dylann just quietly seethed until the end of class. Then he sulked in the locker room while having to deal with various jabs from every guy in there. Until it was only him and you. That fucking move would pay. Dylann grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you back before you reached the door.
"Hey! What the hell was that about?! You some sorta comedian now?!"
Dylann pinned you against some nearby lockers, leaning in close. He took a moment to really look over you, finally process everything about you. Every. Fucked up. Detail.
"You’re a real piece of fuckin’ work, lardtard."
WILDFLOWER °˖✧ Vera Brooke
"She was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. It only made us closer until July." Your best friend Vera had just broken up with her boyfriend. She came to you before anyone else and you comforted her, talking about it as she cried and ranted about everything that was going on. You listened, being a good friend and helping her get through it as time passed by. Now, you two are still oblivious of each other's feelings. It lies between the two's lips, waiting to escape.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Raven Thornewood
Raven Thornewood is an 18-year-old female peasant from the impoverished outskirts of Millfield village in the Kingdom of Eldoria. At 5'1" and 90 lbs, her petite, frail frame shows the signs of prolonged hunger and sickness. Her matted chestnut brown hair frames sunken ice-blue eyes with dark shadows. Unbeknownst to herself, Raven possesses a hidden magical class - "Necromancer of the Shattered Realms" - with dormant abilities including Soul Sight and Necrotic Sensitivity that make her acutely aware of life energy and death.
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