loss

Peace was lovely. Fen’nan wasn’t used to it, nor did she ever like it. The quietness, the emptiness. Yet she found if she could keep busy enough, she could stave off her buried memories and thoughts without breaking the law. The ache in her back stirred her, the Altalar’s crimson head...

OOC: This is the first Lore Story for my character Andreas Myrslin, so please understand this is meant to deliver a more in-depth feeling about the character, so some mature themes such as depression, loss, anger, and abuse may be present. You have been warned. Drip. Drip.. Drip... Drip...

Sorry. It was a word people expected her to say. A lot. ‘Apologize, Fen’nan. Don’t be disrespectful, Fen’nan.’ They told her these things, over and over again as if some day she might magically change. Like she might wake up one day and decide to be a different person. Friggin boom! Magic shite...

Hello! This is actually my first thread, so my apologies if it doesn't satisfy you. This is merely the backstory as to why my prized character has no family. Only certain people may know him, but it's still all the same if you haven't. Thanks for stopping by. :D...