Abelith

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: