I've spent the last few centuries of my existence running from my creator, the vampire who murdered my parents. After a century in Europe, running, I had learned all I could from the peoples of this continent and I went to Asia, from there to Australia once I was done there I moved on the Africa from one continent to the other learning what I could. Now i was In America still hiding, always hiding from him. I sat in a dark corner of a cafe looking for my next victim, my hunt of the night.
(Anyone is welcome to add, and anyone is welcome to play her creator)
Tags: play, role, roleplay
Share
Facebook
-
▶ Reply to This