Abelith

The day was early but not too early. She couldn’t very well look for her next target when the streets were empty. Sitting on the fountain, watching every face that walked near, around or by. A pretty face for a precious portrait. Anyone with that beauty had to be recorded. People would walk by staring at her, she would just smile toward them. Finally she sees the perfect girl. Those curves, that face, the cheek bones. The long purple hair, the way it lined her face. “Excuse me miss, I need you to come with me.” She links arms with the woman “You look picture perfect, and I want to draw you if

Sitting on a oak wood chair in the middle of a bustling diner, the characters continue to slide past her table. Directly in front of her, a sandwich sits idly on a plate. The drink given to her runs cold as Abelith pays it zero attention. In her hands however, a pen scratches angrily across a journal of parchment. On it the greyish outline of a face coming closer and closer to resembling a human being. Her fingers and hand painted grey with all the bleeding from her pen, even the edges of that paper stained in that same shade. A waitress moves to her table, tilting to look at the woman as she'

A hustle continues as she drags that bar of lead across the page, contorting it from a sharp point to a more flattened use for shading. A slight gasp, escapes her lips as she places it down. "Finished..." and the woman seemed almost limp as she leaned back in the chair she'd found herself into. Revealing a portrait of some undefined girl. The spark of creativity, mixed with some interesting memory, having been quelled for the moment. Her legs grow lax, as she scoots forward. Sizing up the dude she'd paid her order to, and the guy he was undoubtably helping, all the same. Staring out at the wri

Flora was just as much of a boring smattering of unimpressive faces, the woman swaying a bit as she dismisses most of her surroundings. A grumble in her stomach, "Fuckin, shut up." she squeals rubbing the thing. Aincrad, and the beautiful feeling of being annoyed by human problems. Just like reality, she had a habit of forgetting about simple things like eating. Scanning signs, shapely icons that could use some serious design changes. Picking one out simply at happenstance, the first that alluded to food. Finding her way into a quaint building, a rattling bell making a man sporting gold glasse

Virtues: Skills: Relationships: Profile: Username: Abelith Real name: Abelith Fontane Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 4'10 Backstory: Flaws: Equipment: Threads: