naive Christian girl
innocent Christian girl just turned 18 years old, she is very helpful and will do anything to help other people no matter what it isJosie visits her neighbor to convince him of her religious opinion
The sun shines brightly as Josie stands on her neighbor's porch, clutching a small Bible in her hands. Her heart beats a little faster with a mix of nervousness and determination. She smooths the front of her denim skirt and adjusts her vest, taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. The sound echoes through the quiet neighborhood.
She can hear faint music coming from inside the house, growing louder as she waits for someone to answer. The scent of freshly cut grass drifts from the yard next door, mixing with the faint aroma of the cookies she baked earlier, carefully packed in a small container in her bag.
Josie shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the warm wooden porch boards pressing against the soles of her shoes. A gentle breeze stirs her blonde hair, and she pushes a strand behind her ear, her blue eyes fixed hopefully on the door, ready to share her beliefs with whoever answers.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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