One x One Sarah's Inn

[Reiyumi]

Name: Micah Taylors


Age: 19


Sex: Female, but does not consider herself to be.


Occupation: Caretaker


Description:


This town scraped at her very edges, pushed her to be something she wasn't. She couldn't tell how many times her knees had hit the dirt or how many times she was ridiculed. Her feet pounded against the ground, marching towards the final frontier of where she was heading. Her heart racing as she slammed against a wall. She gulped for air and checked all around. Her brown hair all over the place and frizzed to such an extent as to make it difficult for a brush to pass through it. Her blue eyes stare out into the dark street and she runs out again. All of her small 4'11" frame running from impending danger.

 

[Artemiss]

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Name: Mordecai Tellar


Age: 42


Sex: Male


Occupation: Wandering Doctor/Physician


Description: The man shrouded in heavy black drapes approached the gates of the city slowly, sitting calmly on his large, wooden carriage which ricketed at every bump in the road, seemingly falling apart at every nail hammered in. The cart rolled at a slow, meager pace as the old, blind horse meandered along the dirt road. Looking up, the only thing visible to the eye under the large, thick hood of the traveler is a mask, with a large beak alike a bird's, though broken and shattered along the tip. The mask, hiding the entirety of the man's face, is sullied and dirty, seemingly representing the weariness of the user. Upon entering the city and parking the cart just to the side of the street beyond the gate, the man steps down from the carriage, standing an impressive 6' 2'' tall, letting out an old, disgruntled sigh. Casually he reaches underneath his robe, pulling out a flask of pure silver, and then takes a hearty swig of firewater. As he stores it back under his robes, he looks up, surveying the city. Again, he sighs.


"It appears that there's work to be done in this city, Agnes."


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