Ezralora
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2018
- Location
- Somewhere in Limbo at the moment.
Emily sat in the library of the Flintwood Manor, it had been hard times as of recent date many things had happened resulting in her being the soul survivor of the Flintwood family, and as a result of that. The new family head. It had been quiet as of then, the only residents had been her, a new staff of servants and a rather peculiar butler. She was sure that they were going about their own business, either tending to the ground, or trying and failing to steal some form of the silver ware. But as she sat there, she brought her hand up to her eye. It didn't feel any different. She had noticed the mark the first day after she had called upon the butler and it was anything but normal.
Her once beautiful sea green eye was now branded with a complicated symbol she couldn't hope to make out by herself. But never the less she was British and so she continued on. She had her golden hair tied back into a pony tail, leaving a few strands to shape her jawline. Her pale skin was newly scared on her cheek and shoulders, though her dress covered that part of her body. She clicked her tongue before pulling on the black leather eye patch and covering the marked eye. Her appearance complete as Lady Flintwood.
She caught her reflection in the mirror, the burn scars, her slightly longer than needed hair. The cold piercing look in her remaining green eye that seemed to poison those that annoyed her. She brought her hands up to her dress, adjusting the body of the grey fabric. Her hands were gloves in a fine silk that was delicate on the skin but the dark fabric added to the young lady's appearance she was trying to strike. All that was missing was that butler. Wherever he was roaming through the halls of the manor.
Her once beautiful sea green eye was now branded with a complicated symbol she couldn't hope to make out by herself. But never the less she was British and so she continued on. She had her golden hair tied back into a pony tail, leaving a few strands to shape her jawline. Her pale skin was newly scared on her cheek and shoulders, though her dress covered that part of her body. She clicked her tongue before pulling on the black leather eye patch and covering the marked eye. Her appearance complete as Lady Flintwood.
She caught her reflection in the mirror, the burn scars, her slightly longer than needed hair. The cold piercing look in her remaining green eye that seemed to poison those that annoyed her. She brought her hands up to her dress, adjusting the body of the grey fabric. Her hands were gloves in a fine silk that was delicate on the skin but the dark fabric added to the young lady's appearance she was trying to strike. All that was missing was that butler. Wherever he was roaming through the halls of the manor.