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So, I know I'm kinda posting at random right now, but I'm approved right?

Name: Zane Adler Gender: Male Age: 36 Race: German Karmic Alignment: Neutral (Lawful Neutral) Appearance: Zane is about 5’ 10” in height, and about 155 pounds in weight. He has short, dark brown hair, and green eyes. He’s quite tan, and average in body shape. He has no visible scars, not that you can see much of his skin, as it usually covered in a layer of dust. Clothing/armor: Zane wears the typical Scavenger outfit; which consists of a baseball cap with dust goggles, a dishwater scarf wrapped around his neck, a photographers vest worn over a long coat, with pouches sown on the sleeves, a leather apron with more pouches sown onto that, faded blue jeans, and finally black leather motorcycle shoes. Skills/Occupation: Scavenger/Metalworker. Can repair things, but not as good as a Mechanic. From scavenging, his lock picking skills are incredibly good, but his computer hacking, is not. Starting Weapon: A makeshift Metal Crossbow that was made with his metalworking skills, with a air compressor build into the side to shoot the metal arrows farther, and harder. Also carrying a small knife he carry's in a leather sheathe on his thigh. Personality: Zane can be quite the character, normally speaking his mind when he need too. He has a pretty sarcastic sense of humor, and can usually find him trying his hand at jokes. But mostly, keeps to himself about those. Zane can be quiet at first around people who he first met, but once trust and friend ship sets in, he returns to his sarcastic self. History/Background: Zane was born in the safety and comfort of Rivet City. His father was a traveling trader, who got most of his supply's by scavenging around DC and the nearing areas. His mother, worked around to whatever jobs most suited her at the time. Normally, this meant cleaning and other dirty jobs. However, she got enough pay to support Zane and herself, as his father was never really around to raise him. When his father did return from his travels, he normally had about almost had a full bag of them. Enough so that his mother could stop working for about a couple months, before she had to start working again. After a many years like this, Zane finally turned 10. He could finally start traveling with his father to learn the skill of trading, and scavenging. His mother at first denied Zane from ever leaving the safety of Rivet City, only to however, to just accept the fact that Zane was going to be just like his father. Shortly after turning 11, Zane and his father embarked their journey southward, to Virgina to gather more supply's down there as DC was almost already empty from the amounts of scavengers there. Making their way downward, they finally reached the city bound to have supply's and more importantly, ammo. Richmond. After the first few days, Zane and his fathers bags were pretty much full with everything that could sell with a profit back at DC. Only, after shortly leaving Richmond to be robbed at gunpoint, and his father shot to death in front of him. After the incident, Zane gathered his fears and sorrow behind him, and actually walked back to Richmond, to fill up both of Zane's and his fathers bags. Leaving Virgina, and making his way back to DC, he met a particular fellow, named Daniel. Zane could never remember his last name, but what was important about him, was that he was a makeshift metalworker. He had his homemade forge to make and bend metal to make weapon parts from scrap metal. However, Zane learned how to create an entire weapon and ammo from it. This, was when he made the Metal Crossbow and arrows, that he still uses this very day. Sadly, he could only stay with Daniel for so long, as he was extremely overdue to see his mother again back at Rivet City. After leaving Daniel, and finally making it back to DC, Zane arrived to a happy and over joyed mother. However, this didn't last long as she questioned to where his father was. Zane could only hide his emotions when he saw his mother collapse into painful sobs. He missed him deeply too, but he couldn't let this effect him now. After trading the items he got, Zane managed to make his own forge. Where he could practice the metalworking. Of course, this came to use after he had about a year under his belt. He could use the scrap metal that was building up to make repairs to the already almost destroyed city. Zane stayed at Rivet City until he was about 30 years old, and after his mother passed away from unknown sickness, nothing was keeping him there. And so, Zane set out to explore the, what was left of, United States. He had explored mostly the Eastern Coast, but soon afterwards, he headed inland across the country. Once he managed to get as far as he could go, he turned back around and headed back to DC. Of course, he met a lot of friendly people along the way, but he also met some cruel people. Zane could take care of himself however, and he could continue on what he loved. Exploring the world to find it's hidden treasures amounts the ruins of the Apocalypse.

Name: Gabriel Lęcznar Age: 35 Race: Polish Appearance: Gabriel stand at exactly 6 feet. He has a full, groomed beard with a average jawline. He is pretty toned from his younger years working in field of the small village of Treblinka. Also averaging a little overweight because of his height and muscle build, he has light grey eyes, with really dark black hair. Also, he has retained small scar on the back of his neck from and incident back in Poland. Clothes/Armour: Typically wanting to blend in with normal people, or muggles, his usual outfit is a short sleeved t-shirt which is usually covered with a long sleeved white sweatshirt. He also wears grayish jeans to match his t-shirt. However, his shoes are normally black sneakers that he got as a gift from his parents back in Poland, even though they are old, they haven't have any sign of ware on them. Wand/Weapon Normally carrying his wand that was made to represent his heritage tree, the Oak, the wand was made from an Oak tree actually from Poland. Also, his core was made with dragon heartstrings. For backup, Gabriel carried a short sword, which is strapped to his back. Personality:Gabriel is, generally, a quiet person and normally keeps to himself. However, he is kind and has a lighthearted sense of humor. When being himself around friends, he is goofy and really sarcastic. There are things that do get under Gabriel's skin, but mostly, it only bugs him for a few moments before he let's it go. Normally, with a sarcastic laugh of some sort. History: Gabriel was born in Treblinka, Poland. His family, although hard working, were very poor. His father, Aron Lęcznar owed a lot of money from gambling debts to a Neo-Nazi gang in an underground gambling casino. While his father worked off his debts by working there, Gabriel was taken in by a field farmer outside of town. Where he grew beans, carrots, lettuce etc. Gabriel often worked hard out in the hot sun, normally almost to the point of exhaustion, but the farmer paid him well. His mother, worked at an old restaurant as the restaurants cook. She was often tipped, but it just wasn't enough to pay off the debts. As Aron's debt grew worse with each and every day, Gabriel's mother was savagely beaten, crippled for life by the Neo-Nazi's. While he, however, had a knife stab through his neck. Meaning to kill him. However, in some miracle, he managed to live through the stabbing and the rough beating. Gabriel moved out of his Mother and Father's run downed house to live with the Farmer, whose name was Joesph Hans. Joesph, gladly took Gabriel in, which allowed Gabriel to get paid much more then he was, and he made the Farmer's life much easier, as he was pushing his age and he couldn't work in the fields anymore. After about a year or so, Gabriel was completely, healed, and he surprisingly looked exactly the same as before. Only now, he had a small scar on the back of his neck, and the front, of where the knife stabbed through. Gabriel was now around 12, and he started to notice strange things. Stuff that appeared at the corner of his eye... after a few weeks, Gabriel knew he wasn't going crazy, as he found a small imp like person living in the barn. He, had been in hiding for over 3 years, as he used to live in Hogwarts, the magic school of wizards and witches. Gabriel asked him why he could see him, and he answered that he must be a wizard also. Stunned at the news, he didn't know what to do. The farmer however, had passed away within the next few days from a long fight with throat cancer. After the funeral, Gabriel decided to go to Hogwarts, and pursue his magic ability's. After being accepted to Hogwarts, he was accepted into Ravenclaw, which promptly held a party for him. However, Gabriel wanted to hide his horrible past from student and teachers alike. But, his past kept on reflecting on his work. His spells were sloppy, and Gabriel wasn't getting a lot of sleep because of the nightmares that he had. A teacher there, Mrs.West, a teacher who teached defensive spells to students, brought the attention of Gabriel's issues with the Headmaster, who she, promptly started to investigate. It didn't take long to figure out that Gabriel's childhood was beyond messed up, as the teacher continued to investigate, it finally came down to the report about his mother being beaten savagely, and he himself withstood horrible wounds and also a horrible beating. With the help of Mrs.West, she managed to help Gabriel through his past, and soon he was like a whole different person. He was lively, unlike before when he sat around sulking. After his 18th birthday, and his graduation from Hogwarts, Gabriel decided to pursue a quiet life in the fields of Poland. Which he did, until about 15 years later. He was called back to Hogwarts, to take stand against the new, and all powerful Death Eaters that have taken a new leader. Gabriel, and like many other graduates, now stayed close to Hogwarts. Encase of another attack upon the school.

Hey guys, I know I kinda dropped off the face of the Earth without telling you guys, and I know this is also completely random but whatever. XD I've haven't been having a lot of time on my hands, and also having a lot of problems with... eh... personal problems, but I hope to return again. Hopefully, for good this time.

I'll make a character sheet after I get back.

Surgeon? He thought to himself. Now he felt his heart racing a mile a minute. He was already nervous enough about the blood knifes, and her crazy behavior. But she actually thinks it's art. Oh so wonderful. He sighed to try and calm himself down, this isn't the time to start freaking about at something that, for all he knew, was a total lie. "Oh... That's nice," He murmured. He wasn't the one for small talk

Ian, who still wore a blank expression on his face, turned toward Belle. He really didn't know how to answer this one, he has many jobs that he's taken, but again, she might be talking about his main source of income. "I'm a mix of everything, really. But I'm mostly a bounty hunter," Ian said, walking besides Belle's horse. He thought about his answer, he didn't want to reveal his true intentions until he could trust Belle more.

Ian's expression turned blank again, he was glad that he wasn't finally traveling alone. The roads were dangerous even for Ian, who had much more experience then most people. He didn't take his hat off, he was so use to the hat on his head that he rarely took it off. Ian turned around, and started walking up the hill, only to turn around and gestured Belle to follow him.

Ian took a deep breath, calming himself down. Maybe she used those for self defense He thought, but the voice in his head returned again, You know it wasn't for self defense, stop making excuses for her! The voiced yelled at him. He quietly sighed to himself as he bent his elbow and pointed his thumb out, which pointed behind him. "Follow the road, it eventually leads to Niveria..." He started, trailing off, "Do you mind if I go with you? I would like the company," He suddenly said, absentmindedly. She kills people, and you just invited her along to walk to Niveria, which takes about a half a day walk, and it's almost night time. Good job Ian. The voice in his head muttered, again in a angered tone.

Ian grinned slightly as she called him "Ian that looks like Joe". However, he frowned as she also turned down the money. He hated taking money from people; it made him feel like a homeless man, who can't work and exploits peoples sympathy. Sighing, he put the bundle of money and stuffed it into his back pocket. Turning back around to face Belle again, he could see New Austin over her shoulder, and remembered what he was going to go do. But that now he just lost all of his money, he might as well turn around and head back to Niveria. Looking down to Belle's collection of knifes on her belt, even some of the knifes had, what looks like, fresh blood on them. His eyes widen as the sudden realization of her true nature... But he didn't move, or pull out his Colt and shoot her right then and there. Something stopped him from doing this, or moving for that matter. He tried to swallow, but felt like trying to swallow a rock. After clearing his throat, he slowly looked back up to face Belle again, "Are you going to Niveria?" He murmured, trying to hide his nervousness.

Ian looked at Belle with confusion, but also with curiosity. How did she know so much about the cuts? A voice in his head said, in worried voice. Ian ended up forgetting the thoughts as Belle's constant rambling overclouded his voice in his head. He listened patiently and grinned lightly as she continued to talk about the incoherent things about money that she didn't care for. However, during her never ending speech, she dropped the money in her hand. He squatted down on his knees; still listening to her talking about how cliff's are to rocky or something, and gently picked up the wad of money and stood up straight again. He outstretched his arm to give the money back, "I think you dropped this, Mrs.Smith," he asked lightly, but still calm. Why did you pronounce her as Mrs.Smith? The voice said in his head, in an angry tone. Because it's polite. He decided. The sun finally began to rise a bit more, which slapped Ian with the warmth of it. His face lit up in the rays of the light, and his dark green eyes glinted lightly.

The corner of Ian's lips curved slightly, showing a bit of his well kept, and white teeth. He found the woman to either be really hyper for some reason, or just really crazy. Either way, he liked her somewhat. Her rambling on about knifes and thought that he was a "Joe" rather then "Ian" made him smile a little, she was funny also. He tilted his head upwards, revealing his multiple scars on his face, but they weren't bad, simple lines that covered his checks. But some of his scars interrupted where his beard grew, so the scars that dipped into his beard didn't grow hair, instead grew around it. He looked down at her hand to see the wad of cash, obviously not from him. He frowned and gently pushed her hand away, refusing the money. "I don't take handouts," He said, in his raspy deep voice.

Ian stopped walking and peered over his shoulder. He was surprised that she even acknowledged him in the first place. Even more so in her manner, as she looked like a bandit, or a outlaw of some sorts. He slowly paced himself backwards as he faced the woman again, making sure his hat still covered his eyes, but still had one of his eyebrows raised and his head titled slightly in curiosity. He didn't get a good look on her face until now. At first, he thought she was tired, sense the black circles under her eyes and the rest was just heavy make-up. However, with closer exception he noticed that it was ALL make-up. Again, he felt something stuck in his throat, trying to speak words that weren't there. But finally, he murmured "It was a lot of cash, 1,000 dollars to be specific," He usually just kept to himself, but something urged him to talk to the woman for some reason. "Ian White," He said softly, but quietly.

Ian continued to stare coldly at the town that laid before him, on a cliff a couple miles away from the town. New Austin. He never saw himself ever returning to his place, as his memories were scaring and brutal upon Ian's mind. Remembering the flames, the blood, and the screams... He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts away from that terrible night. Sighing, he reached down and grabbed a small sack, which held all of his money over from his jobs that he did as he travel along the main roads to other towns. It was a fair some, but not as much as he wanted it to be. Ian continued down the slope of the cliff, which lead to another town called Niveria. The town was quite small, little to no crime. However, he couldn't stay as the town itself didn't have a Bounty board, which was his main source of income at this point. He continued walking down the slippery loose dirt road that led down to New Austin. The clinking of his riding boots with each step calmed him, for some reason. As he walked, a flash of brown flashed before his eyes, before he was forcefully knocked down. Before he realized what happened, he saw his money bag slip from his hands, and tumble down the cliff. Ian watched in horror as over 1,000 dollars tumbled over. Ian clenched his fists hard, drawing blood from his palm, and cracking his knuckles from the sheer force, he punched the ground as hard as he could. He slowly got up and turned around to face the woman who knocked him down in the first place, with his brows furrowed, and with an angry frown, looked at the woman straight into her eyes. Obviously, Ian was angry, he could have happily punched her and threw her off the cliff also, but he knew it wasn't her fault in the first place. He released his fists and straightened his face out. Again, he sighed as he walked past the woman, continuing down the road.

This is the RP thread for The Awakening Of Change. For the OOC/discussion thread, go here. A friendly reminder: Plot: The year is 1905, bandits, outlaws and crime runs amok in the dying west, as the civilized try to turn the old west, into a new land of there creation... but a dark threat looms over the lands of America, in the western town of Black-oak and it's neighboring lands, all production on rail roads, and all of the plans of the civilized world have come to a halt, as nature twists against them, the days become scorching hot, the nights icy cold, and a demon... a demon of great power stalks the lands, killing those stupid enough to wander in the dark... The RP is more character based than anything, the plot is simply here to impact upon there lives... It will follow the story of every character very closely, mostly keeping out details of how the area and the world is doing, so we can focus on our characters. If any questions arise, you can PM me or Mythic, or post in the OOC thread.

Double post, sorry.

Name: Ian White Age: 31 Gender: Male Race: Caucasian American Appearance: Clothing: Weapon(s): His real fathers old Colt Single Action Army, or Colt 45. Personality: Ian is well mannered, and also congenial towards most people, but is incredibly quiet after the brutal murders of his home town. He is also cautious when it comes to strangers, but won't shoot, or try to kill, anyone on sight. History/background: Born into a middle class family, and his father being a old Army Vet, life was quite lazily good for him and his family. His life was of a normal boy growing up in New Austin. He had friends that he played with, he went to school, and even had a part time job at the General Store. It was a good life, a life that Ian had cherished until he was around the age of 9. He was at his part time job at the General Store, since it was in town and his parents' ranch was only 10 minute walk to town. Ian walked there for his shift in the late afternoon, which was around 6 o'clock. As he entered the store, he was greeted by the familiar deep, but crackly voice of the General Store owner, Micheal Patterson. Ian liked him a lot, he treated Ian like a second son-- or brother to him, because his wife was fertile and was unable to have kids of his own. Surprisingly, Micheal was never down about it. Micheal greeted Ian with a tiny piece of candy, with his batty smile of his that always bore his face when he saw Ian. Throughout the night, all kinds of people went into the store to buy many assortments of bags of food and other goods. Ian was confused as to why the night was so incredibly busy. as another customer entered the store. He shook off the thought and continued working. However, Ian had no idea that his life was going to be ripped apart in matter of minutes. After hearing a series of gunfire that riddled the store and nearby buildings with bullets, a gang of bandits rode through, shooting anyone in their path. People were gunned down mercilessly in the streets. The flashes of the gunfire lit up the town from miles away, much less the sound. Stranger's blood softly flowed down the road, and people were linded up, and shot. Blood splattered onto the walls, as well as the bodies were thrown into a pile of burning wood, the deep cries of people being burned alive. Buildings were sent on fire as the bandits massacre continued. Ian watched, dumbstruck out the window until Michel quickly grabbed Ian and opened a small cupboard for him to crawl into, "Stay here, don't come out no matter what happens!" Micheal said, with a austere expression on his face. Ian only nodded, with his breath heavily and his mind racing with his heart beating a mile a minute. He didn't know what to do, he sat there and waited... and waited... He could only hear the faint steps of the old shop owner, they were frantic and uncoordinated, and heavy. Suddenly, he heard a couple more heated of multiple steps from the shop door. Ian peeked out of the cupboard to see Michel holding his hands into tight, white knuckled fists. The sadness and panic plagued the boys mind as he watched hopelessly as the bandit held up the gun to his head. The other three bandit's went through the store and threw down the racks of stuff that hanged there. Micheal pleaded as the men destroyed the store, and finally the man placed his finger on the trigger of the Sawed off Shotgun. He ducked back into the cupboard again, not wanting to see what was going to happen next. Ian could hear the soft sobs and the apologetic pleads to spare his life. 'Bang' Ian heard. His ears rang loudly, unable to know what just happened until he heard the shop owner fall to his knees, and then finally falling toward the cupboard where Ian was hiding. He jumped from the thud, with blood that spattered as he fell, hitting some of the droplets into Ian's face. The blank expression of his eye that looked upon Ian as the evil men laughed as they left. Ian kept his hand over his mouth still, as his bright brown eyes glistened when a lone tear rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't believe his own eyes. He thought this was just a horrible nightmare, and that he will wake up soon. However, that didn't happen as the time passed. It was real. He stared upon the dead expression of Micheal, who was still blankly looking straight at Ian. He turned away as his stomach filled with knots and butterflies as he was deathly afraid to leave the cupboard. The smell of death lurking up his nose as the blood flowed in almost every direction now. Ian closed his eyes and he reached for the door and lightly pushed it, hearing the squeaking sound of the hinges as the door opened, Ian slowly opened his eye's and peeked outside. To his horror, he finally saw the rest of Micheal's face come into view. The other half of his face was completely blown off. Ian leaded back fleetly and tightly closed his eyes. At a feeling at the pit of his stomach, He leaned forward outside of the cupboard and vomited. Heavily breathing, trying to catch his breath, His brows furrowed as the realization set into his mind. He used the back of his hand to wipe the excess vomit off of his lips as he looked at the freshly regurgitated vomit pile. Ian watched unacceptably as the blood of Micheal mixed into it. He shook his head, now even more tears running down his cheeks. He needed to leave, find his parents. Ian looked to his left, then his right to see that the evil men have left, then he slowly moved out from the safety of the cupboard. The scene outside of the store was worse then he could possibly imagine. People running around, blood everywhere, people who were set on fire running around like headless chickens... Ian sobbed as he stepped over the vomit and into the pool of blood that surrounded Micheal. Taking careful steps that he doesn't sip, but yet gagging at the same time. After finally getting past the pool of blood, he ran outside. Some buildings were on fire, while others were coated in blood. The people were dead or dying on the ground, pools of blood slowly flowing down the tiny slope of the road. As he felt the blood running through his feet yet again, Ian ran toward his parent's ranch. Upon reaching the ranch, Ian could already tell the bandits were here too. Upon rushing through the door, to see multiple dead bandits that have been expertly been shot in the head. He smiled at the hope that his parents might still be alive, Ian ran up the stairs to see three more dead bodies, Again, he thought about seeing his parents, alive and healthy. However, he saw the wet blood trail that led to his parents room. His smile quickly vanished into a frown, into a look of despair. Approaching the door, he breathed in deeply as he gripped the bloodied loose knob and turned it, opening the door. To his horror, he saw his mother, tied to the bed naked with multiple cuts, bruises, and knife stab wounds. The blood spread across the wall sickeningly. He raised his hand to cover his mouth as he cried again, the tears running through his hand and down his forearm. He turned to see his father, who to Ian was the perfect father figure as the memories of them flooded into his mind as he quickly walked over to his already rotting father. His innards have been forcefully ripped from the inside of his stomach, onto the floor. He was shot in multiple areas, thought his whole body. His eyes, having been plucked out and used as cigarette holders, the cigarettes still burning smoke from his eyes. His jugular vein had been torn out, and thrown against the wall. Ian stood. He just stood there as the flames burned the town in the window. 22 years later... To this day, the haunting memories of the town still scorched his mind. He spent the first few months burring the dead, that have either been burned or shot to such a degree that he didn't even recognized any of the faces anymore. He buried his friends, his parents, the old shop owner, and countless other victims of the bandit raid. They didn't even take anything, they just did it for the hell of it. Ian's anger slowly resided over the years, realizing that finding the person that did it was near impossible. Now that the world was changing, and that... Demon that now wonders around the vast plains, had lost in all hope of civilization, it was only him, his fathers Colt, and the road. Distinguishing feature: He had some scars on both sides of his face when a cougar attacked him earlier in his life.

Olivia sighed, "Let's just go, dammit." She said, frustrated. She felt more calm then before, but her emotions were still going crazy in her mind. Olivia thought that she'd probably won't even sleep tonight.

Logan walked to the door at the lone house. Logan reached down and rumbled through his pockets, trying to find the keys that he always carried. After about a minute, not finding the keys in his pocket... Well, not finding anything in his pocket, he remembered lightly back at the hospital... The tray He thought, there was a tray that was next to the operation table, and it had various assortments of things he had in his pockets. He sighed softly as he reached down to the rusted door nob and gripped it tightly. Using his body weight, he shoved himself into the door, bashing the lock and throwing him forward into the house. Tripping. After recovering, and getting up, he was instantly hit with a rush of hard smelling air fresheners that his friend must have put up before he got there. "Oh sweet Jesus!" Logan yelled, as he covered his nose. The house looked the same from last time, just the smell was horrendous and that now the lock was busted. Logan sighed once more, and walked into his bed room, and collapsed onto the bed.

Olivia shook her head. It WAS something that she should blame herself for. It was her fault, she can't deny it. It will permanently scar her probably. She looked at the woman again, "You don't get it! IT WAS MY FAULT! I blame myself because it's true! He'd still be alive today if it wasn't for my stupidity." Olivia said, quite loudly. She thought about it even more harder then before. Maybe if she killed herself, she could see him again... Apologize. She shook her head, what's the point of thinking about him now more then ever.

Olivia raised and eyebrow, and tilted her head inquisitively slightly. Was she going to trick her or something? This had too be... But she couldn't sense that she was lying. Maybe she was telling the truth? She didn't know. But, again, remembering what was troubling her, Olivia felt her chest become incredibly heavy, and dreaded. She just wanted to go away, never think about the world and it's never ending problems. She wanted to live in peace, not a care in the world about what was happening... She sighed softly as she rubbed her eyes, getting the water out of them. "When I was a child, I lived with my parents on the outskirts of Waterdeep. My father was a farmer while my mother worked days and nights at the busiest Inn in Waterdeep." Olivia began, feeling the urge to cry again. She took a deep breath and continued. "My father and I were really close, sense I never see my mother. When she get's home from the tavern I was always asleep... My parents argued a lot, especially about me and what they were going to do if something happened, like running out of money or whatever." She paused, thinking about her Dad gave her a small smiled, but that quickly disappeared. Again, she continued once more. "It was a normal day. My father was working in the fields while mother was at the Inn. I was at home reading a new book I got from the library. But, I wanted to go outside, for some odd reason. I had a spot where I could read if both of my parents were at home arguing about something, so I could read in peace. Anyway, as I was working my way to the spot, which was under a big Oak tree with wide spreading branches, I saw a bright yellow mushroom that grew where I would normally sit. Of course with my curiosity, I picked up and examined it, and even smelled it. It was quite a wonderful smell, but I didn't want to taste it encase it tasted gross." She paused for another moment, what the hell was she doing? She felt like a kid again, talking with someone about her feelings... Anyway. Olivia cleared her throat and began again, "I ran back to see my father making some of his famous soup... Well, it wasn't famous, but it tasted like the most royal thing you could think of. But I showed him the mushroom..." Olivia said, her voice cracking as she did so. The emotions that were running in her mind were outright insane. Again, she broke down and began to cry and sob again. She buried her face into her knees, thinking about her dad.

Olivia was walking and heard a familiar, but cold voice behind her. She jumped and quickly turned around to see it was that Witch from the temple. Olivia stood for a moment, she didn't want to run, but she didn't want to fight either. If she wanted to consume her right now, she would let her, Olivia didn't care anymore. "Are you here to kill me?" She began, still teary eyed. She sat down under a nearby tree and looked into the woman's eyes. "Then here I am." She said, in a monotone voice.

Olivia listened to what Kelemvor said, and sighed softly. It didn't matter if she was rectified or not, what she did... How could she have been so stupid?! It could have been avoided. It could have been all fine and dandy. But now she will never know, because of her stupidity. She looked over to see Saerileth, looking at her with concern. Olivia frowned, and shoot her head silently. She needed to leave, and think. Olivia stood up and gently moved Saerileth out of the way, walking into the dark forest.

Sorry for the long post, I had the Idea in my head but it turned into a huge post then it was intended to be.

Olivia had been quiet through the twist and turns of the recent events. She had been thinking about her past, present, and future before Kelemvor arrived. She thought about her father's death, her countless arguments with her mother... her emotions, and countless other things that she blamed herself for. Olivia wondered how it effected her now then it did before, she'd had always thought to just get over them, but there were much more things that shouldn't have been ignored. She shoved those feelings away, instead of dealing with them. As she thought, her memories about her father came back to her. She and him were incredibly close, since her mother was always working and never had time for the both of them. Olivia's father took care of the house and did back breaking work out in the fields. However, once he was done he'd always put time for Olivia, even if he was exhausted. Just thinking about her father made a tear run down her cheek. She hated death, and now that Kelemvor was here, she didn't look at him. No... She REFUSED to look at him. He was the God of Death, and she didn't want to be apart of anything that he wanted. However, she stilled listened. After hearing his words, even more memories came rushing back, some that she didn't even remember. Suddenly, she remembered when she was about 13. She was going to her favorite spot to read. As she skipped along happily along until she found her tree, which had leaves that hanged so the spot was cool. However, there was a bright yellow mushroom that grew where Olivia normal sat. She tilted her head questionably and kneeled down. The mushroom wasn't here last time, but the smell of it... It smelled really good. She smiled and picked up the strange mushroom and began to read until it was almost sunset. As Olivia arrived home, her father was getting ready to cook dinner, until Olivia arrived. "Hi sweetie." Her father said happily, as he continued scooping ingredients into a soup pot. "Hi Dad!" Olivia said gracefully, as she walked over and hugged him tight. He laughed as he gently pushed Olivia away. She had forgotten about the mushroom and pulled it out of her pocket. "Dad! I found a nice smelling mushroom in-..." She began, hesitating where she found it. "Your field!" She finished, excited. Olivia's dad kneeled down and looked at the mushroom. He took the mushroom and softly took a deep breath, smelling it. He smiled softly as he took a small bite. His eyes widened and looked at the mushroom. "This is actually really good..." He began, but Olivia stopped listening as she was reading her book on the table. She saw him cutting the mushroom into smaller pieces, and adding it into the soup. Olivia liked her Dad's soup, it was quite tasty and always lifted her spirits. As the soup was finished, her dad grabbed two wooden bowls and filled them with nice hot soup. She heard her dad humming something... Which was quite odd, since he only did that when he was depressed about something. "Something wrong Dad?" Olivia asked, tilting her head slightly and inquisitively He nodded. "I'm fine, don't worry honey." He said, smiling. Olivia frowned a little, she knew that smiled was forced. Something was bugging him, but she didn't want to start nagging at him why, so she took her soup. However, as she was about to drink her first spoonful of soup, someone knocked at the door. "I'll get it." She said quietly. She walked to the door and answered it, to find that it was the Liberian. "Hi Olivia," He began, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but I need your help at the library. I only need you for about 20 minutes, then you can come back." He said, smiling honestly. Olivia turned toward her Dad, which he nodded of approval and Olivia followed the Liberian to the library. After doing what the Liberian need her for, she returned home quickly, only to find her Dad on the floor... In pain from something. That was when his suffering started... The sudden realization came over Olivia, I killed him. She almost immediately broke down, falling to her knee's and burring her face into her hands. Sobbing and crying quietly. You killed him Olivia, it's all your fault! You should rot in Hells for what you did! She heard in her mind, over and over again, torturing her. She was probably causing worrying amongst the group, but she couldn't help it.