Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20190823185013/@comment-39317174-20190823192310

Cool!

Jaz Vacker

Gender: Girl

Age: 13 (maybe) Race: Elf

Ability: Restricted somehow and she had never known what they are even before she was taken. But she will be a Flasher, Vanisher, Conjurer, Shade and Telepath. Suspected Healer (New ability)

Looks: frail, pale and small with silver, blue eyes and dark tangled hair. her arms are newly burnt she is wearing a dress that might have been white once but it has stains that have erased any white patch there.

Family: Tam and Biana

Back story: Thora never knew who her parents were, her mind had been wiped for most of her life. Whenever she did something wrong her mind was wiped.

Jaz had been here for two years already or was it three... And she hated. She hated the faces she imagined belonged to the cloaks that would drag her in to the room across from hers and burn her wrists and keep her alive, but only barely. Feeding her only when she was about to fall asleep and never wake up. Then always after that they would drag her into a different room to report to a witch that would just look at her with a cold glare that she could feel, until Jaz started to sob or scream. And then she would ask question after question but Jaz could never remember one answer. And she never looked at the face though she had felt the urge to every time because if she did she would be punished in some way or another. And every time she went to bed with scrapes, burns or cuts she would wake up either them gone. But the memory was always there but her mind was wiped often enough that she could skim over the more terrifying bits with just a shudder. Today, the men under the cloaks had almost burnt her wrists to the bone and the gagged her so she couldn't scream and they kept her conscious so she couldn't hide from the hands that hurt her. Then they grabbed her from her stone chair and dragged her to the room where the lady sat, waiting. But she didn't stare, she barely spared her a glance.

"Put her with the other one." The woman said in her chilly, ice cold voice. And they did, they dragged her past her old cell and into another room with two. Then they threw her in. And she went black.

She doesn't trust anyone. She cant, not that the Dragons let her do anything but scream and beg. But she was sweet and quiet before.

No siblings.

yes to shipping.

She has been in the Dragons custody for more than 3 years to be a tool.

(I can make a different one if I need to) 😉🐨