Description
Alexandra
Age: 19 (10.29.1905)
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Weight: 125 lbs
Physique: Slender and curvy yet not athletic; long legs, average bust, broad shoulders
Eyes: Dark-green and rather large, framed by thick black eyelashes
Hair: Blond, slightly wavy and very long
Skin: Soft, white, and very pale
Face: Heart-shaped, with small bow-shaped lips, button nose and high cheekbones
Style: Fashion-forward, sexy, and fun
Elizabeth
Age: 19 (10.29.1905)
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 100 lbs
Physique: Slender and frail. Although she and her sister are twins, Elizabeth did not develop well physically due to crippling illeness
Eyes: Dark-green and rather large, framed by thick black eyelashes
Hair: Blond, slightly wavy and long
Skin: Sickly-white and almost transparent
Face: Heart-shaped, with small bow-shaped lips, button nose, high cheekbones, and sunk in cheeks
Style: Conservative and classical
Personality
Elizabeth and Alexandra couldn't be any more different even if they tried. Alexandra is open, quick-witted, quick-tempered, with a crystal-clear soul and blood-stained hands. Elizabeth is secretive, reserved, quiet, with pitch-black heart and hands clean of any wrong-doing.
Equipment
Alexandra uses any weapon she deems appropriate, but her favourite is "Liberty" pistol, Caliber .32ACP.
History
Myrtles were once a very rich and famous old family. However, all but the two children were killed in a fire that took place in summer of 1917. The girls were raised by a distant relative but soon he too had disappeared. Alexandra was left to take care of her sister. Her goal is to cure Elizabeth's leukemia at any cost.
Elizabeth
Alexandra
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."