Oubliette Gildedcage
A Legacy with long red-blonde hair and the orange eyes of a snake. Prefers to wear dresses. Her Mark is at the base of her neck, and her arms are literally made of gold. Has the ability to craft prisons out of magic.
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Oubliette Gildedcage ((character test)).
Oubliette Gildedcage came in to the bar, her grey, plain dress swishing around her bare feet.
Oubliette Gildedcage looked around the bar with orange eyes. Her slit pupils examined every square inch of the bar, and the inhabitants thereof.
Oubliette Gildedcage walked slowly and surely to the bar, stroking the topaz choker around her neck. She brushed against Rage slightly.
Oubliette Gildedcage looked at Rage, hair blocking her eyes from sight. "Yes. Yes, you could," she said in an implacable accent.
Oubliette Gildedcage looked around the bar once more. "This establishment. What sort of... 'People' come through here?" she asked, folding her literally golden arms.
Oubliette Gildedcage "Hrm..." she hrmed with pursed lips. "Specifics, if you would."
Oubliette Gildedcage looked at Kisa, a snake's eye barely visible through her sheet of hair. "I see. And your name, sir, would be?"
Oubliette Gildedcage threw open the door in a grand gesture, bare feet making soft footfalls on the floor. A plain but low-cut grey dress adorned her body, the sleeves of it hiding the metallic shine of her golden arms. A frame of hair covered her snakeish eyes.
Oubliette Gildedcage looked around the bar with orange eyes. In an implacable accent, she asked, "Is there a bartender in this establishment?"
Oubliette Gildedcage frowned at Roderick, Rage and Kimi. They all looked so upset.
Oubliette Gildedcage watched both Spektra'la and Ruhe carefully.
Oubliette Gildedcage looked down at Saira. "You're on the floor."
Oubliette Gildedcage looked down in half-amusement, half-impatience. "Kindly sit on something else..."
Oubliette Gildedcage avoided a slap. "Excuse me..."
Oubliette Gildedcage yawned from atop a barstool. The Elder Legacy surveyed the bar coldly.
Oubliette Gildedcage frowned at the rocket-propelled grenade flying toward her. With supernatural speed she dodged it, and it entered a convenient hole in space time and vanished.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing?"
Oubliette Gildedcage sighed. A silly person. Wonderful. "I'm honored to assist you, then."
Oubliette Gildedcage "Most people," she said. "Would have begun with a comment about the weather or the current political state."
Oubliette Gildedcage looked around. "Boring could be nice."