Isabel Lynch was not the sharpest tool in the blacksmith's repository of weapons, but she was nonetheless chipper to play a song for the king. It was a big day for her, as before that she only sang to peasants in the town. Now it was her time to show them all what she was really made of. That...
Realizing that the classroom was empty, Francis almost tore her map. She let out an agitated sigh and began working her way up to her dorm. Another day of incompetence on her behalf. She still kept the riddle in her pocket, waiting for someone to approach her. A nagging thought was eating at...
Francis, oh dear, Francis. The rest of her day until the second bell was primarily curling up in a ball in her dorm and coming up with methods to attack anyone who would attack her. When anyone came towards her in the hallway, she got defensive and shouted things like "I'm sorry!" So when the...
Francis notice the boy looking at her and jumped in her seat. Black angel wings were not something she was used to, especially since she grew up in a suburban environment with no, you know, supernatural beings. Other than her, apparently. She finished her plate and faked a smile at him, giving...
Francis, for once in a couple of hours, had a sting of hope in her heart that things would go well. She got up off the ground and awkwardly saluted the headmaster. When he started scanning the students and looked at her, she jumped a little. After calming herself down, she waited for the gates...
Francis John Cummings
Name: Francis
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Human with psychic abilities -- will be explained in "powers."
Sexual Orientation: Bi.
Appearance:
Somewhat short, wears a lot of bright orange. Ginger hair. Constant look of worry and suspicion on her face...
Oh no, it's fine! It's what happens with roleplay a lot. I think the minimum length thing would help with pacing and quality of posts. Just my two cents.
I apologize if my messages come off as brief -- though they could be briefer. I just try to say more in less words. Anyways, I apologize for not roleplaying, I had to go eat dinner.
Francis sat there, cross-eyed, wondering what just happened. Something terrible, of course. People had left a while ago, yet she just sat there, zoning out and losing track of time, not even paying attention when people were going towards her. Her mind was completely blank from exerting her powers.
Francis gulped, still trying to use her powers, despite them not working. To calm herself down, she began reciting prime numbers in her head. Once she opened her eyes and saw Anthony, she screamed, then laughed, then screamed again. "We are going to get in trouble! Please, please don't tell me...
She gulped. Her powers must have not been working. She focused on them, squeezing her eyes tight, trying to concentrate her abilities on him, tears streaming down her face. "Calm down time."