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[attr="class","ktitle"]The Last Firstborn

[attr="class","kcontent"]It should have been alarming. Not just the shift in the other woman’s mannerisms. But the facts that she was letting free from her mouth. For someone that could not remember who they were, what they were in the past, a series of coincidences should have alarmed her.

The stranger of a woman had revealed that her little sister had a similar magic. That the little sister had a similar name. And given just how old the woman looked, a similar age could have been implied as well. These should have all been flags rising in the young explorer’s head. But there was no look of shock or surprise. No expectations. No hope.

Liz did not build any connections between the information provided to her and herself. All she gave back was a perplexed, almost blank, stare. Not that this could be seen from under her bulky attire. However, what could be seen was her much more muted response. Her movements were less elaborate as her limbs came closer to her sides. And then as her arms came to cross and the mass of cloth that was her head shifted to the side she finally spoke again.

”Oh, well, maybe I would get along well with this sister of yours.” She did not get it. There was switch clicking in her head that would cause her to realize the reality of this encounter. Instead she stepped around the subject and smoothly transitioned into what she felt was the more press subject.

”So that crypt. Good to know we have a fighter. But are you familiar with the place? A crypt is a place for the dead, ain’t it? But there’s got to be some nice loot there, right?” As she finished saying this she came to a halt as a thought hit her.

”Then again, that makes me sound like some sort of grave robber, doesn’t it.” She humored the thought for a second. Tilted her head one way and then the other as if she looking at a new dress and deciding whether or not to put it on. Then after a moment of this she shook her head and said, ”I mean these days there’s worse people than that, aren’t there. Gotta make a living somehow. Not like anyone in the crypt is missing anything they left there.” She reasoned with herself.

”And that junk could use a vacation. A warmer climate I’m thinking.” Liz chuckled slightly as she said this.

At this point it was not clear whether she was including the other woman in her conversation. Rather, she was on a tangent more focused on her own thoughts and herself than anything around her. It was her way of passing time on the way to the crypt, but she would not have been offended if Justice tossed in her own thoughts.

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Notes: A.J. Godfrey

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Familiar Faces

[attr="class","kcontent"]”Hm?” This was the sound that left Liz’s mouth as she heard it. When she heard the unfamiliar voice, and when she found her body immediately freezing up. It was not as if she was afraid, frightened, panicked. Her body came to a complete halt, where the piece of bread would remain at the tips of her teeth and she made no further attempt to push it down her mouth, but it was at that moment that her two orbs searched her surroundings again.

’Am I hearing things?’ She thought to herself, not expecting anyone to be so close to her. She had looked around the vicinity a moment earlier and had seen noone else. For anyone to approach so suddenly, for Liz it meant that they must have been good at keeping their presence hidden. It was not as if she was ready to admit, even to herself, that she might have not paid as much attention to her surroundings as she thought.

In time her eyes finally locked on those of the next person to approached. This would be in time to hear the woman ask her “stupid, stupid?”. Having already forgotten what had left her mouth a moment before, Liz could only stare blankly at the person. Her eyes remained large and they jumped between the stranger and random points in the surroundings. It was as if she was searching for someone else that they were speaking to. Then when she could confirm that it was only her here, she finally addressed the woman.

”Did you need something?” She asked. There was a pause as her eyes returned to shuffling around the scenery. ”Is it the kid? Did you need that kid or something?”

That was the only conclusion she could make. And regardless of how inaccurate it was, it satisfied the young red head. Having presented her one and only answer to why the woman approached her, she allowed the bread to slip in her mouth once more and began chomping down on it. Regardless what the woman wanted, she was not going to keep her stomach waiting another second.

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Notes: Wearing a white, sleeveless shirt and green cargo shorts.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Familiar Faces

[attr="class","kcontent"]Shale Town was not the place to be walking around with valuables on display. In a place where survival was valued over all else, displaying what you had to offer, and what you had to lose, was not the wisest of choices. It risked the opportunity for others to target this individual. To seek something from them whether it be of a monetary or healthy value. Someone should have told this to a young woman now seated just out of town.

Towards the town’s northest side there would be the remnants of two forking paths. From the outside of town, travelers would be ushered through town in each of two directions. But it was neither of these paths that this traveler had chosen. Rather, she chose something of a middle ground between, literally.

Where the two paths converges at the remains of an old sign once detailing where the two paths went to. Behind that sign, and behind the fork, there would be a large stone on the ground. It was a boulder at least three meters wide, and at least one meter tall. Though its surface was jagged in some places, there was a part flat enough to prop up the rear of a young girl.

The red had sat with both legs together. The soles of her shoes remained parallel to the ground as she leaned just a bit forward. This was to allow her to cradle something between the gap in her legs. There it could be seen that there was a small bag. Resting on top of it was a piece of bread. Not exactly fresh, but not something that anyone would be finding just lying on the ground in this area.

Accompanying the bread were her own elbows resting on the tops of her legs. This allowed her arms to be held up to clutch another piece of the grainy sustenance. But for a moment now that was all that she did. Those arms of hers did not budge, they did not move. The face above had seemed to abandoned the bready morsel in her hand as she became aware of something nearby.

Large blue eyes were nestled between thick and vibrant red hair. Rather than focusing the two orbs on the snack in her grip, she had them focused on another pair of eyes ahead of her. And just as she would peer at those eyes, they too would peer back at her. They each repeated the same sort of blank and quizzical gaze, neither unable to suitably explain their goal.

This amounted in a sort of staring contest. One that obviously could not last forever.

Lisabeth blinked first.

”What do you want kid?” She asked in a way that might have seemed rude. But the tone and volume of her voice was more neutral, more interested in chowing down on her bread then on dealing with the child that happened upon her.

Whereas she was willing to talk, the child would not trade her the same dignity. Instead, the young boy, no older than 6 or 7, lifted his arm and pointed towards her. Though there was only one thing he could be pointing to, the red-headed chose to humor him. She chose to follow his hand and see if maybe there was something else. ’Not like a kid that young is going to try going on a date or something, right?’ She thought.

At the same time she repositioned herself. While one hand continued to hold the bread, the other moved away from it and came to rest under her chin before she asked, ”The bread. You want the bread?”

’Just say it already. If you’re going to beg, just say it.’ Were the words going through her head. It was not his intentions that bothered her here, but the way the boy went about it.

There was a different, though, between wanting something to happening and reality. She may have mentally urged the boy to use his words, but he instead chose to remain silent. His finger too would remain where it had been. He held it forward and kept it pointing towards the bread. There would even be a moment when Liz tried moving the bread only to find that the boy’s hand followed it like a bloodhound tracking a fox.

”Alright already. Take it, you brat.” She finally broke. Not just a loser of the staring contest, she was now the first to abandon her instincts. Without delay she forced her hand forward and offered the boy half of the bread. ”But you better say something. Anything. That silence is unnerv..”

She did not finish. She could not finish. Before the words left her mouth the bread was freed from her hand. Then, with unbelievable speed, the kid was gone. It was such an upset that Lisabeth found her eyes rolling around the area searching for head or tail of the boy.

She was defeated. It was obvious by her physical response. Her lungs would heave with a deep sigh as her head and arm that held it began to droop. At the same time she closed her eyes and turned her face away from where the boy had been. After a moment of dwelling on the mistake she had just made, she palmed the remaining piece of bread and forced it into her maw.

”Stupid kid.. Oh, you’re back..?” She began in a whisper, insulting the kid that abandoned her. But as she made that remark she heard the sound of feet across the nearby earth. Given what had just happened it was no surprise that she first assumed it was the boy coming back, to say something finally or to ask for more bread. But what she found instead was not what she was expecting. It was not who she was expecting. Her eyes became large and fixated on the approaching figure. She would not say anything or do anything unless the other acted first.

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Notes: Wearing a white, sleeveless shirt and green cargo shorts.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]A Note

[attr="class","kcontent"]Lisabeth is unable to remember most of her life. The people she knew or the family she had. For over a year she has been wandering in search for answers. Out of Characterly this allows for flexible character development where friends and family can fit into her story without anything needing to be changed. Right now I imagine one of her future archive spells will explain what happened to her memory.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Personality

[attr="class","kcontent"]Unable to remember her past or her ambitions for the future, Liz lives in the moment. She is the impulsive type that will decide what she wants to do on a whim. When she decides she wants to do something, she will put everything into it. However, on the other end, if she decides she does not want to do something, she will do everything she can to get out of it. This could mean lying her way out of a situation, or putting work on someone else's plate.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Friends

[attr="class","kcontent"]Liz is unable to remember any friends she had before a year ago. And now, after she lost her memory, the friends she has made have been rather few. This is because she does not seek strong or long term relationships. But where she might not have many friends, she does not have a problem building up the number of acquaintences she has. As a merchant of relics, as someone offering to find relics for others, and as someone frequently traveling to sometimes dangerous places, she appreciates any connections she can make.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Family

[attr="class","kcontent"]Family did not escape Liz' amnesia. If one of her sisters stood face to face with her, she would not be able to tell who they are. And should they tell her who they are, she would likely look at them strangely, doubting their words. It's not that she thinks it is impossible. But given her circumstances, to find her suddenly looking face to face with people that give her answers about her life, it would be a bit unreasonable.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Other

[attr="class","kcontent"]Liz contributes to the world in her own way. She gathers treasure and relics, and anything she has no use for she trades for all that she needs. Information, books, relics, her prices are usually reasonable when she gives these away. And it is a lifestyle like this that has meant that she has not sought a guild or anything more.

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