Post by whiteangel28 on Jul 1, 2011 22:53:28 GMT -5
caroline
”Your name is my pleasure, your heart my patient, your mind my friend; your evil nature my enemy.”
”Your name is my pleasure, your heart my patient, your mind my friend; your evil nature my enemy.”
name;;
Caroline
age;;
nineteen 5.16.2691
gender;;
female
prisoner;;
crime;;
murder, attempted murder, assault, theft, and arson.
craft/rank;;
No rank, nor craft. That disappeared with her imprisonment.
appearance;;
A dancer, a stumbler, a submissive, a dominant; Caroline shifts in the breeze from one to the next, never seeming to be quite sure to what to take upon herself, what would be proper. Much like the water in the oceans and rivers of Pern, she can never decide.
A different face meets every soul she sees, most would swear on it, but behind those different charades lays one complete and basic shape. Shape begins when those notice the elfin features; the curve of her neck like a swan’s leading into the dance of features, spreading out into the curve of soft cheekbones. A dainty nose rests squarely in the middle, beginning the illusion many seem to find, the bridge curving ever so slightly; no straight and beaky nose for this young maiden. Countering off at its end, the nose leads into high arching eyebrows; the type that almost seem to make her eternally intrigued by the world around her finding interest in every little thing. Perhaps it is her light colored brows, barely seeable because of their color, so near the white spectrum, that makes other see so many different faces. Turning down ever so slightly when disturbed, raising even higher when amused, or even casting a shadow over softly shaped eyes when angered. But perhaps not? Perhaps, it’s the soft plump lips that do that, resting so serenely below her nose. To turn up in a slight and fleeting smile, to turn down in a frown, they add the effect her brows already create. The illusion that a different person is always looking back at them. But perhaps, the greatest trick, are the eyes hidden beneath those regal brows. Beneath those brows rest the light sapphire orbs, surrounded by light lashes so good for looking through, seeming submissive. So silent, so penetrating, she peers through those lashes, not missing a beat even when fear and shyness cross those blue depths. But this is not always so, no, see the beginning of the entire illusion are these very eyes, eyes that may be submissive one second may suddenly blaze with a fire that proclaims her rightful claim to dominance. A fire that strikes uneasy into few, one that challenges those who speak, and one that dares to defy orders.
A light pearl color completes the maiden, giving a glow of health as she moves. So easily burned, she hides her skin away, covers it and hopes the harsh rays Rukbat don’t penetrate her clothes. Finally, the mass that rests upon her crown, honey blonde in color it flows down her back to rest just above her waist. Outlining her features in an almost halo like glow, it waves about her face like a river, shifting currents here and there. So much like water, it almost sparkles in the sun thanks to her good care, brushing it every night a hundred times just as her mother told her, just as her mother said her grandmother had told her. Her hair is one of the things she loves about herself, though she’s trying to stay true to her word and love every part of herself, just as Sharohi asked. Sadly, she will always be biased toward the honey locks. But of course, this was all before him. Before she was sent to spend the rest of her days in Warden Weyr. As with all new prisoners, her head was shaved. The tresses falling to the floor, screaming her shame to the world. She wasn’t a Duster. She wasn’t a murdered. But her lack of honey colored hair said she was. Her skin soon began to lack its healthy glow, perhaps it was the darkness of the ceil she was in, the lack of sunlight more than once a week that caused it, or perhaps the gnawing fear in her stomach was the reason as the other prisoners laughed at her and her pleads that she was innocent. She would never know. She only knew that both proclaimed her shame. Hope bloomed once more though, as her hair grew back. After two Turns her honey colored hair has returned, perhaps not in its original length quiet yet, but the curly mass has already begun to tickle her neck, her bangs swept to the side to keep them out of her eyes. A hundred strokes, each night.
Caroline stands at five eight, her figure neat and trim. As usual with most human beings, the body matches the face, very elfin in its like. Slender and sinewy, her torso is perhaps slightly shorter than most, it simply means that what truly makes up her height, are her legs. Long and slender(as you probably already figured), her legs would be dubbed ‘dancer’ legs back on Earth, perfect to show off the dance as it was supposed to. Her arms match her legs, long, ending in slender hands. As for her figure as a whole, she lacks the hourglass that many girls admire, but that does mean she is not female. No, she still has her slight curves, moving down her torso to become wide bony hips, complimenting her slight figure is the slightly smaller than average chest, one she’s perfectly happy to keep even one another wishes for it. She does not want melons attached to her body. She has enough trouble with male outlaws as it is, thank you. Caroline is not like most, she does not care if she has to get dirty when working. She does not mind getting a little bit of dirt under nails, she will not squeal and through a fit when she breaks one either. If anything, she may have to get a bandage as she may pop another blister, though how she would get blisters at this point is beyond me. Though her hands are soft looking on top, the palms are rough and calloused, the sign of a worker, the sign of a striver. She will do what she must, when she must.
Though her hands may make her seem like the type to be overly rough, and stumbling about, she is not(mostly). As a child she had found an interest in dancing, among other things, so she had learned various forms of it. Her small little lessons did not stop at the Hold either, so now at nineteen Turns her step has been ingrained with the grace of the dance. Fluid and graceful is how she walks, gently above the ground, hardly making a sound as her feet fall silently. She still has her bouts of clumsiness mind, the dance becoming uncoordinated and choppy for a split second here and there, perhaps even causing her to drop something. It’s been known to happen. She may not be an extreme case, but it’s also been whispered Carohi was happy to be rid of her so her valuables would stop flying through the air to either crash and be destroyed, or to hit Farath on the head. The sound that is her voice is gentle, calm and sure, only when confronted with something that bothers her will it shake, or when frightened. Much like a gentle breeze, her voice may be friendly warmth or like an angry gale, a biting cold.
As of right now, Caroline wears the standard red jumpsuit possessed by all inmates, a white undershirt underneath the jumpsuit allowing her to unzip the top, and take it off to tie around her waist on the hotter days. She wears the black boots that came with the jumpsuit as well, being one of the few prisoners who actually take care of their clothes, hers have lasted her for quite some time, with little patches to see. Her other jumpsuit(the Weyr having given out two in the beginning) has no patches what so ever, and is what she calls her ‘formal’ jumpsuit. She has three white undershirts, and five pairs of socks, two of which are rather patched as she wears those the most. In her possession she also has a small sack, in which she carries precious treasures(none) and her essentials to live(clothes, canteen tied to the side and a knife she managed to snag in the escape). In the beginning, before she had become a prisoner and was accused unjustly, Caroline preferred very different fashion. True, she always had her set of work clothes(which consisted of trousers, boots, a short sleeved shirt, vest and gloves) and of course her formal clothes(a long single piece dress elegantly sown, the color of her eyes with golden patterns about her waist, marking the illusion of a belt, long sleeved, the dress slipped off her shoulders slightly and clung to her small frame, her slippers were of the same color as the dress), but she always, always had a certain preference. Her preference were things long a glowing. For example, she would keep shin high boots upon her calves, no socks or stockings to be seen, and on her waist she would settle a long skirt that barely left an amount of skin between the boots and the skirt. Over the skirt she would wear a simple rope with a small pouch attached, and for a top she would wear something that slipped slightly off her shoulders with long flowing sleeves, or if feeling the need for something different, she’d have a top that clung to her collarbone and had tight sleeves that stretched out over her hands. Her hair would either be in a braid, in a bun, a high settled pony tail or loose. When loose she tended to wear a headband with it.
Upon her neck used to rest a choker at all times, a choker supporting the locket her mother gave her, the puzzle she was to solve and see what was inside, but sadly, she has no clue where it is at this point. Her neck is bare, reminding her everyday of what she lost.
personality;;
A social butterfly, a loner, a queen, a slave; Caroline is full of contradictions that leave the people in her wake terribly confused, and perhaps enraged at the same moment.
This young maiden is rather nice considering she’s been convicted of so many crimes, crimes so heinous her own father spit in her face, while her mother refused to look at her. Nicer still even though she dealt with that treatment, that treatment at Warden’s and of course the other inmates snide comments and prodding at her small pride. What makes it even more amazing, the fact that she can be so polite, is the fact that she dealt with that all, for no reason. True, she may be littler tougher now, but she will still be the one willing to take another’s burden just to make their life easier. She even does as she told, cringing whenever the mindhealer looks her way, or whenever Bellatrix walks into camp and orders her about. Caroline is the lowest of the low in the outlaws eyes, it would figure she’d act as their slave.
Caroline may be considered friendly, a social butterfly even, even if her trust has been killed by the one from her past, she will still try to overcome that burden and make friends. To put it simply, she will try to make friends with anything. Sadly, this includes outlaws even if she despises them, even if she prefers seeing them struggle with their own burdens for a change. Bellatrix, Isis and the others? She’ll give it a go. Angry queen firelizard hovering over eggs? Yup. Angry mother wher hovering over eggs? Yup again. Angry queen dragon hovering over eggs? …er. She’s friendly, but she isn’t deadglowed. Taking in this statement, caroline also knows a lost cause when she sees one. Which means she steers clear of the other outlaws most of the time. Staying with them may be essential to her survival, and staying out of prison, but that does not mean she has to go put herself through the pain of trying to make friends with those.
This young woman, as stated before, does not trust easily. It goes along with the whole sense of ‘betrayal’ at the hands of one she actually thought she might marry someday. There are only a few who still have her trust, and at this point those few are far and in between, her sister being far from Warden’s at this point and the Holder’s son being too busy she supposed. Caroline, is in a sense shy, she may meet the eyes of others with a challenging gaze, but she rarely speaks. She becomes flustered easily with her shyness, a comment here or a comment there throwing her off about certain things. Certain things like men. There is a reason she is called a ‘maiden’. She tries her best to hide that shyness, going out more, interjecting in conversation here and there, but she can never hide that flush that invades her pearly skin when men are mentioned.
Caroline HATES human contact, having a fear of being touched that far outstrips her shyness. Touching her is one of the few ways to get a fiery response, especially when it’s without her permission. She kick, bite and scream, or in a more refined sense, will go for the vitals of whoever has touched her, male or female. Being in prison has its quirks, which means she’s learned how to fight dirty and always keeps her little knife handy. Like stated earlier, Caroline trusts no one.
But here, is where the contradicting begins.
Aloof in manner, Caroline not only doesn’t talk to people because she’s shy, but because she feels she has no reason to talk to them. Even if she’s friendly, she plays the part of a loner so much better. Doing her chores in silence, eating in silence and bathing in silence, she makes no move to talk to the others, even if they all weren’t criminals convicted of crimes. The most some may get out of her, would be a nod or a shake of the head, even perhaps a hand motion leading some at Telgar Hold to believe her dumb, indeed even those in the Weyr assumed so. Weren’t they surprised when she defended herself so adamantly against the charges brought against her?
Caroline may be quiet, she may be silent and she may seem dumb, but she is not stupid. She is intelligent, maybe more intelligent than the others surrounding her. She knows how to keep out of the way, take orders and make sure she has the easiest, most simple tasks to complete, leaving her with more free time to plot how to take her small revenge on Gerren and have him carted to Warden's.
Though shy, timid, and a down right bunny rabbit, Caroline has a hidden side to her that doesn’t appear often. A hidden side that holds her temper, her dignity, her pride and her right of justice. A side that in fact some ways speaks to her when in trouble, contradicting other thoughts she had been having, a queen issuing a command expecting it to be obeyed, and sometimes that queen escapes.
She may simply choose to ignore the order of another outlaw at some point, merely glancing at them before turning away and returning to what she is doing. Even if she is attacked, or perhaps slapped by the ordering outlaw, she will return it tenfold to the perpetrator, her voice cold and flat as she stares straight at them and expects them to obey. This side is the fire hidden within her the ocean of her eyes.
An air of dignity surrounds her at times, straightening her shoulders, throwing that challenging look at those who come near, she finds herself avoided by most in the camp at time. Those avoiding her being too confused with her bipolar moods to really bother with the girl anymore, becoming far too annoyed by the pinpricks of insults issuing from the supposed innocent girl that they just give up. This side holds onto her pride, giving her the strength to stand up for herself in times of need, whispering encouragement, demanding her to fight back just like at her trial. This side is perhaps one of the only reasons she has survived prison for so long without breaking, the voice becoming stronger and stronger as time flowed on.
Caroline knows when she’s being manipulated, pushed around and shoved into other plots, this talent truly came through with the mindhealer, the young woman sniffing out an ulterior motive when first speaking to her, but still she saw her opportunity, and with a little encouragement from the voice in her head, she took it. Now it’s her turn to be the manipulator.
A daredevil hidden within, she has a love for heights, enjoying the challenge of finding foot and hand holds in the cliff face, her life on the line, and not really caring. It gives her a thrill, just like the escape did, even if she was plagued by guilt afterwards.
Her sense of justice is not one to be trifled with, tying in with her temper to the point that indeed, she shouted at the Council that sentenced her. Her sense of justice has been breached and now she’s making it her duty to capture the betrayer, and find a way to prove the guilt or innocence of other Pernese. Her sense of justice continues to treating woman dragonriders the same, having heard of her mother being snubbed from the Watch when she was a member, to the point she left, Caroline plans to fix that if she ever can.
A dreadful temper she possesses, something along the lines of a proddy queen’s. True, her timid nature keeps the temper doused, there are times when it breaks free, loosening the gate for witty, sarcastic side to appear. With this other side more to the surface these days, Caroline has learned the sense of control and what wonderful temper controls trees are. In her mind, even her other side’s, she is above petty tantrums and will simply punch a wall as hard as she can before she’s calm again, face completely blank even if she’s in a right fury.
Caroline loves puzzles, the intricacy of them, to put the pieces together and find the whole hidden picture. She loves it. To her, it’s better than thrill seeking, better even than dragons in some ways. To complete a puzzle is to complete a mystery, a mystery she’s sure to be delighted in, or perhaps horrified.
She also has a fascination with dragons, the glimmering smoothly oiled hides, the whirling eyes showing every emotion. She loves every part, Hatchings of course being her favorite part of it all, seeing those dragonets finding they’re lifepartner. Guess what her favorite bedtime story was? Her love for dragons has grown through the years, even at Warden’s when she glimpsed the new colors from afar, she didn’t question it, she simply accepted them and began to love them in turn as well.
Is she insane? Perhaps, perhaps not.
history;;
Family
Father - S’ne[Shaline] rider of brown Norineth;; alive, rider in the Dragon Watch
Mother – Carohi rider of green Farath;; alive, rider at Telgar Weyr
Sibling(s) – Sharohi[sister];; alive, whereabouts unknown
Foster Mother – Darine;; deceased, murdered byGerren Caroline
Foster Father – Warahe;; deceased, died in fire started byGerren Caroline
Foster Sibling(s) – Rinah[foster sister];; alive, living at Telgar Hold, assaulted byGerran Caroline//Warine[foster brother];; alive, in a coma at Telgar Hold, almost murdered by Gerren Caroline
Father - S’ne[Shaline] rider of brown Norineth;; alive, rider in the Dragon Watch
Mother – Carohi rider of green Farath;; alive, rider at Telgar Weyr
Sibling(s) – Sharohi[sister];; alive, whereabouts unknown
Foster Mother – Darine;; deceased, murdered by
Foster Father – Warahe;; deceased, died in fire started by
Foster Sibling(s) – Rinah[foster sister];; alive, living at Telgar Hold, assaulted by
5.16.2691;; Caroline was born at Telgar Weyr toS’ne of brown Norineth and Carohi of green Farath, her conception being caused, like many other weyrbrats, by Flightlust. The two had long since become weyrmates, but there was always a chance that Farath would be caught by another, as happened before, but this time they were pleasantly surprised to see Norineth Catch Farath once more, having caught her five times before, two Turns ago when he caught her being the day Caroline’s sister, Sharohi, was conceived. Ninth months after Farath’s Flight, Caroline was born in late spring, a surprisingly silently baby when born, she gave the Weyr Healer quite the scare fearing stillbirth. But with bright sunlight shining in her eyes, disturbing her restful doze, not to mention the rather cold and unnaturally dry world she now found herself in, Caroline screamed her resentment at the top of her lungs, nearly causing the poor elderly Healer to drop her in surprise.
5.17.2691-4.23.2696;;Thus began the life of Caroline, alreadys he was so full of surprises and contradictions that the Healer actually had to take a sevenday off, his heart not what it used to be. She was always silent, never complaining and asking for her meals with quiet, whimpering sounds, trying not to disturb those around her. Even at such a young age, she felt such in superiority to others, always asking never demanding. Of course though, Caroline being full of contradictions as she is, surprised her resting mother one evening.
Carohi, having a rather stressful day, at this point still in the Watch, had come back to her weyr looking forward to a long night’s sleep. Sadly, she had forgotten she had left Caroline with the cretch women, always going back to get her, but of course as tired as she was, she had fallen asleep before Farath had even settled. Candlemarks later, she was nudged awake by the very same green, the dragon’s eyes whirling yellow and red.
She’s crying. Farath stated simply, She’s quite loud you know. Will you please go get her before she wakes the Weyr? I don’t want to deal with that proddy queen. Indeed, there was a faint cry echoing through the Weyr, and as Carohi roused herself and trotted down the steps to the creatch(Sharohi spending most her time in her father’s weyr), found the cries growing louder until it seemed her eardrums must break and surely, the child’s lungs would burst.
“We’re sorry ma’am! We didn’t realize you were back!” one woman said apologetically, motioning hurriedly over to the other to bring the crying Caroline to her mother, “She’s hungry I suppose but I wasn’t sure if you were done breast feeding.”
Yawning, Carohi shrugged her shoulders and took the crying Caroline, shushing the girl almost instantly. But the babe had such the strangest expression on her face, almost as if she was scowling up at her mother, glaring her with her little pudgy face, accusing her. You forgot. she seemed to say, Mama forgot! I’m hungry! Feed me! Make sure you don’t forget next time!
Thus the contradicting had begun.
Once Caroline was able to walk, she became interested in the various going ons of the world, spying people scribbling on paper, the old Healer making her owies feel better, and seeing people build things from fire. Finding her ability to walk growing rather quickly, Caroline wasted no time in running about, following the artist of the Weyr, nor the Healer apprentices or even the Smith apprentices dabbling in Engineering. She couldn’t decide which she liked best! But Caroline of course, dabbled in them all, bringing her mother and father various pictures she called “’rt!”.
Needless to say it became very, very difficult to keep track of the honey blonde girl, what with her running after nearly every crafter she sees! Being busy with their schedules, the cretch women too occupied with more ‘tame’ children, they found that it was time for Sharohi to begin her sisterly duties. Babysitting. So began Sharohi’s endless days of running around the Weyr after her little sister, here there, everywhere. Thankfully, Sharohi found herself fairly well occupied, intrigued by her sister’s strange character. She saw all the bouts of shyness, all the timidness, but then she also saw when Caroline defended herself, when she meet the eye of those she had been cowering from the day before. Sharohi was intrigued, and Caroline in a sense, became her inspiration for wanting to be a mindhealer.
Soon Caroline gained another friend from the cretchs, a girl who called herself Cassie and was in a sense, the neatest child to be found anywhere in the Weyr. She told Caroline right off the bat, that she hated her name with a passion, her full name being Casiahra, something she couldn’t even pronounce! Thus the cretch women had come up with the name, ‘Cassie’ which she preferred to her full name.
4.23.2696-5.16.2696;; Of course, she only stayed at the Weyr for five turns, her need to follow random crafters around causing quite the headache for the creche woman, who had quite enough to contend with thanks to the other thousands of weyrbrats running about their feet. Caroline was in no uncertain terms shoved into her parents hands, who in turn shoved her into Sharohi's hands. Sharohi, being only six, soon got tired of watching her little sister day in and day, even if she did find her intriguing. So she started wandering away to play with her own friends, leaving Caroline and Cassie to their own devices more often than not. A four and five Turn old girls should not be left on their own. Bad things happen.
With many people complaining about the two getting under their fet to S'ne and Carohi, Caroline finding it hard to resist staying around where peopel were working, thet two finally agreed to foster the child. They had been planning on fostering one of them anyway. Carohi, being the delightful and fair mother she was, kept Sharohi finding her elder child much better suited to her tempermant than Caroline's slight bipolar attitude. It wasn't hard to see that the green rider was rather biased toward the elder.
Caroline spent her fifth Turn day with her parents, receiving her prized locket as a present. Her parents had packed her things, those things not being much as a weyrbrat you didn't really keep much unless you had a good hiding place, and wished her good-bye. Sharohi gave her little sister a hug and a kiss, disappointed she didn't get the younger anything but waved her good-bye all the same. Her father was the one to take her to Telgar Hold, where she'd be out of the weyrfolks way, blinking between briefly before appearing above the Hold. She didn't think she liked the sensation much. That night she met her foster mother, Darine, her foster father asleep as were her sibllings. S'ne was the last to give his daughter a farewell, and did so with a slightly heavy heart, wishing Caroline the best of luck as he watched her carried into the building, trying not to let the tears spill out from her eyes.
5.17.2696-12.23.2700;; Life wasn't that bad with her foster family, even thought for a few sevendays she was a little homesick for her old home, seeing the dragons flying overhead at times bringing a pang to her little five Turn old heart, wondering why on Pern she couldn't go back. It was a while before she stopped wondering whether every green or brown passing above were her parents. But as stated before, life wasn't bad at Telgar Hold once she got over moving. Though granted, there were a few changes brought about by the Hold. For one, being clean.
Every other day, she would be forced into a bath and unlike in the creche, being dirty and tracking in the mud was not tolerated. Apparently being surrounded by dragons gave way for being filthly, but not at a Hold. Not only that, but she was expected to help her foster mother around the house at times, learning to sweep and taking her turn setting the table just like her foster siblings. It was an easy and pleasant life, not interrupted by the fequent Flights of the dragonesses, the children always having to be carted away for those so as not to be affected.
No idea what’s going on with her family, only hearing rumors and slights about Dust. Enjoys her life. Learning from a Harper, pursing Engineering, enjoying to build. Keeps art and healing on the side. Life. Blah. Time passes~ People find her and easy target for being picked on. Traits Sharohi was interested in growing inside her. Comes to a head soon.
1.7.2701;; Girl pushes Caro too far. Responds in like. Literally tears the girl apart emotionally. Shaken. Goes home. Now left alone, given fearful glances.
3.16.2701-7.24.2703;; More incedents where Caro defends herself. Rumors floating about that she’ll tear anyone down for fun. Adults don’t like her, she’s sent many a child home crying. Children avoid her now. Even her foster siblings look at her strangely. Misses her parents. Wishes her real sister was there. Thirteen turn old Gerren appears as another foster child. Nice polite young boy.
9.13.2703-5.14.2706;;Finds Gerren has been studying her from afar. Frightened. Sees something dangerous in his eyes. He approaches her, unafraid. Ingores warning feelings in her chest, becomes friends. Falls for his charm. Finds herself having a growing crush on him. Gets into adventures with him. Fantasies appear in her mind. Gerren and Caro end up helping the Lord Holder’s son. Both get the honor of appearing at a hatching. Gerren the only one the knows. Surprise for Caro’s birthday.
5.21.2706;; Dragons start hatching a couple of days after her birthday. Still taken there. Lord Holder’s son joins them. Caro falls in love with the dragons that day. Sees her family again, Sharohi doesn’t trust Gerren
5.22.2706-11.22.2707;; Rumors of prison for criminals being created. Warden is created. Gerren seems rather informed.
7.16.2708-9.14.2708;; Life goes on. Caro has dreams of dragons, and of Flight. Designs small flight crafts. Doesn’t think they’ll ever work. Has become a smith apprentice. One of the more intelligiant people Pern. Gerren more secretive. Caro begins to see him with shady people. Sees him with Dust. Tryies to talk to him. Fails. Says he’ll be leaving soon, but not until he’s done what he needs to do and got what he came for.
12.10.2708;; Gerren reveals his true colors. Caro comes back from lessons, finds her foster mother dead. Foster father knocked out, brother on the ground dazed and Gerren going after her foster sister. Fights him off, blah, blah, blah. Knocked-out by someone.
12.12.2708;; Wakes up to find herself in a shed and in shackles. People come in. Dragonriders. Taken outside in front of other riders. Her father one of them. Askes Rinah what happened. Rinah states Caroline did it all. Caroline fights it. Father the one the takes her to the council, slapping her hard across the face when she askes for his help.
12.13.2708-1.3.2709;; Put in temporary cell before trial. Other trials before her. Thinks through situation.
1.4.2709;;Trial, fights against sentence. Screams at council, her mother and father. Dragged away screaming.
1.5.2709;; Enters Warden. Hair cute, clothes taken. Realizes her locket is gone.
1.6.2709-2.25.2710;; life in warden. She lives thorugh it. Keeps silent, plots against Gerren. Hopes to escape or let out. Briefly hopes to Impress. Told crimes are too heinous. Waits. New colors.
2.26.2710;;Mindhealer appears. Speaks to.
2.26.2710-8.13.2710;;Senses plan. Continues to wait. Listens to healer. Agrees, she’ll take the escape.
8.14.2710;; The escape.
8.15.2720-present;; Succesfully escaped. Staying with out laws. Didn’t participate in egg stealing. Hoping for her chance to find Gerren.
other stuff;;
Theme – Angels by Within Temptation & Please give a kiss to his hands that you hold - DGM OST 3 by Yumi Morita Kusakari
Caroline is timid, scared and shy. She proclaims her innocence whenever possible, she is a little rabbit stuck in a pack of wolves. HAVE FUN GUYS. <3[/size]
