(1) Sword! It's a small sword obviously made for a child and is normal in every way . (2) A pack of chalk. (3) A ball of wool, which is a magical artifact handed down throughout her various lives. The wool is endless and will never break, but it can be cut easily by anyone with a pair of scissors. (Thus it can be used to climb buildings or track a path through a maze provided nobody decides to cut it. Katie mainly uses it to entertain herself, though.)
Katie had been here all of three days and still wasn't tired of exploring. There was a distant thought that she should probably be paying attention to the fact that she wasn't allowed to leave, and maybe that might start being frightening tomorrow. But for now, so many people! So many of them with magic, and lots of heroes, and weird hair, and swordsmen, and there was even a ninja turtle one floor up! ...ruder than she remembered from the cartoon, though. She gave him a wide berth. (For now.) It was a whole brave new world to explore, and Katie wasn't in any hurry to go home until she was done-- and she'd met every interesting person here. Hefty goals, but she was up to the task.
If there was anything at all frustrating her about this place, it was that the buildings apparently took offence to her chalk drawings. She'd return down one street to find all her carefully placed arrows and hopscotch grids had vanished, and at first she thought someone was following her and removing it all, which was very rude. Who really cared, in a ruined city like this one? She was just trying to brighten up the place. But when she decided to stake out her own artwork, she was fascinated to see it vanish all by itself. Creepy and fascinating, but still really rather rude. She thought she'd lodge a complaint if she ever found someone to lodge it to.
In the meantime, maybe it was time to head back to the apartment block. But only because she was hungry, and definitely not because she could hear a faint scraping sound in the back streets that sounded like it was coming this way, accompanied by a cold, creeping sense of grey banality that could really ruin a person's day. Not hers, of course, but...
...well, she could make all the excuses she liked to herself later. Katie gathered up her chalk and hightailed it back to the company of warmer people.
One last thing:
Katie is loosely based on the Changelings which are sourced from a series of RPG books under the White Wolf label, which provides a setting only; it’s designed for people to make original characters from that setting, and I am drawing the changeling society/structure from there. (In fact, this character is distinctly a stand-alone style of character, but I wouldn’t feel right without mentioning that her inspiration comes from here.)
Re: Katie McCoy | OC | Not Reserved
(1) Sword! It's a small sword obviously made for a child and is normal in every way .
(2) A pack of chalk.
(3) A ball of wool, which is a magical artifact handed down throughout her various lives. The wool is endless and will never break, but it can be cut easily by anyone with a pair of scissors. (Thus it can be used to climb buildings or track a path through a maze provided nobody decides to cut it. Katie mainly uses it to entertain herself, though.)
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Sample Entry Two:
Katie had been here all of three days and still wasn't tired of exploring. There was a distant thought that she should probably be paying attention to the fact that she wasn't allowed to leave, and maybe that might start being frightening tomorrow. But for now, so many people! So many of them with magic, and lots of heroes, and weird hair, and swordsmen, and there was even a ninja turtle one floor up! ...ruder than she remembered from the cartoon, though. She gave him a wide berth. (For now.) It was a whole brave new world to explore, and Katie wasn't in any hurry to go home until she was done-- and she'd met every interesting person here. Hefty goals, but she was up to the task.
If there was anything at all frustrating her about this place, it was that the buildings apparently took offence to her chalk drawings. She'd return down one street to find all her carefully placed arrows and hopscotch grids had vanished, and at first she thought someone was following her and removing it all, which was very rude. Who really cared, in a ruined city like this one? She was just trying to brighten up the place. But when she decided to stake out her own artwork, she was fascinated to see it vanish all by itself. Creepy and fascinating, but still really rather rude. She thought she'd lodge a complaint if she ever found someone to lodge it to.
In the meantime, maybe it was time to head back to the apartment block. But only because she was hungry, and definitely not because she could hear a faint scraping sound in the back streets that sounded like it was coming this way, accompanied by a cold, creeping sense of grey banality that could really ruin a person's day. Not hers, of course, but...
...well, she could make all the excuses she liked to herself later. Katie gathered up her chalk and hightailed it back to the company of warmer people.
One last thing:
Katie is loosely based on the Changelings which are sourced from a series of RPG books under the White Wolf label, which provides a setting only; it’s designed for people to make original characters from that setting, and I am drawing the changeling society/structure from there. (In fact, this character is distinctly a stand-alone style of character, but I wouldn’t feel right without mentioning that her inspiration comes from here.)