Adrian: I Am Death by Thy-Darkest-Hour, literature
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Adrian: I Am Death
You ask what I am, how I began. That I do not know.
You ask what my purpose is. I am Death: My purpose is to kill. My desire is to kill.
I remember neither birth nor creation.
I am the wraith in the night, the last vision that you shall see.
Call me what you would. Tell me what you will. Your fate remains.
I am the unchanging heart. For no one have I pity. For no one will I weep.
You will know when it is that I am coming.
In the silence, the whisper of my footsteps you shall hear.
Within the air, my presence you will feel.
You will know for what it is that I am come upon the sight within my hand.
The faint click of
Sacrifice: Winter, Part 1 by Thy-Darkest-Hour, literature
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Sacrifice: Winter, Part 1
Name: Milla Latcher, aka Winter
Race: Unknown; Gifted.
Age: 46
Appearance: 22
Hair/Eyes: Pale Blond, almost white; Iced Violet
Height: 5'8"
Personality 1: Winter - Stoic; One programmed for war, cool, calm, collected; no regret; her mind is filled with strategy, with knowing without doubt what should be done in a situation. There is no reason, only knowing.
Bio 1: Winter - I am Winter. There is no doubt within my mind that I have ever been anyone but who you see me as now: Winter. Many days I recall that I have stood upon the foremost lines of this battlefield and witnessed the countless coming of the hoards intent upon my destruction
Sacrifice: Winter, Part 2 by Thy-Darkest-Hour, literature
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Sacrifice: Winter, Part 2
Name: Milla Latcher, aka Winter
Race: Unknown; Gifted.
Age: 46
Appearance: 22
Hair/Eyes: Pale Blond, almost white; Iced Violet
Height: 5'8"
Personality 2: Winter/Milla - Insane and tortured of mind for both what was done to her at the hands of the enemy and what she was taught and told and programmed to do by the commanders of those like her. "I see the blood upon my hands"
Bio 2: Winter/Milla - They told my family that I was gone; they were informed of my death. I was trained since my most special birth along with those like me to be sent off to war to near certain death at the hands of the enemy.
I was once a very beau
Sacrifice: Winter, Part 3 by Thy-Darkest-Hour, literature
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Sacrifice: Winter, Part 3
Name: Milla Latcher, aka Winter
Race: Unknown; Gifted.
Age: 46
Appearance: 22
Hair/Eyes: Pale Blond, almost white; Iced Violet
Height: 5'8"
Personality 3: Milla Latcher - Sweet; Resourceful; Reserved; Quiet. She mourns her childhood and is saddened over the betrayal done unto her by her family. Even though she still loves them she regrets that she gave her life and her youth for their salvation.
Bio 3: Milla Latcher - Dry your eyes and quietly bear your pain with pride, for Heaven shall remember the silent and the brave, I once recall them telling me when I was yet young and naive, it would prove to be well needed advice.
Sacrifice: The Watcher, Part 1 by Thy-Darkest-Hour, literature
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Sacrifice: The Watcher, Part 1
Name: Unrecorded
Race: Unknown
Age: 27
I am no one but a historian. I claim no name because I was never given one. I know all that you wish to know. I know the truth that you wish to know and for you I shall tell all that I know and disclaim all that is fiction. Alas, sadly little is.
First, a short bit of my history. I was born to a widowed mother, ostracized on the outskirts of town after the death of her husband, a priest of the old religion, killed when the others no longer accepted the truth in his teachings. I have no siblings and I had no friends, my mother kept me away from the townspeople for fear of my safety.
I was fourteen wh