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Basics about my character: Name-Neferet Gender-Female Age-Three years
Role-play example: -Neferet remembered warmth. The feeling of heat radiating off the sun, the air and off the bodies of others.
She remembered cold too, of course- that nipping frigidness that made her very blood, her very soul feel like ice; for you couldn't have one without the other. But the chill she remembered most of all was not due to temperature at all-although the cold may have frozen her many times before, it could simply melt away with the presence of heat. It was the freezing of her own heart that pained her the most and dug shards of ice into every breath she had to take. For no matter what she did, the icy words of her father- the chilling disposition that he had over her every word, every step, every breath- still hung on, and could never be melted. So ingrained were those ideals, that way of life. He reigned her in the moment she was born, and put the muzzle on the instant her sister died. The last sentence her father spoke echoed in her head, "You`re a disgrace, it`s your fault your sister is dead. You FAILED to protect her."
Her eyes scanned the desolation of the surrounding area- the lack of seemingly anything, besides the odd looming rock formation spawning out in the distance. Not a sound did she make as she stood there, seemingly watching over nothing- gazing out to the sea of vast similarity and unchanging barrenness. This was how she tended to spend her days, now; at least, the days when she wasn`t trying to find a new family that would melt her frozen heart and give her a sense of warmth.-

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