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Life is a melody, short and sweet.

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a character in “A World's End”, as played by Asperser


Flo is a scrawny young girl with long black hair and brown eyes. Her hair is brushed to the side so that covers half her face. She wears a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a light tan jacket.


Flo is a courageous girl who puts her family first. She is wary of strangers, having been the victim of one too many vicious assaults. As such, she tends to keep to herself whenever she finds herself in a crowd, believing that everyone is out to get her one way or another. She dislikes being told what to do, especially by her nagging mother, but puts up with it for the sake of her brother. Her greatest wish is that someday she’ll be able to live without worrying about her family.

[Level 1] Acute Hearing
Flo has the ability to distinguish and pick up sounds that normal people would find difficult to hear.


[Level 0] Jeans
[Level 0] T-Shirt
[Level 0] Light Jacket
[Level 0] Flute
[Level 0] Music Box
[Level 1] Dagger


Flo awoke to the sound of thunder and howling winds. She got up, her eyes wide open, worried that her mother was still outside. The shadowy silhouette of a woman in the corner of the room, a brown haired boy in her arms, put her anxiety to rest. She gave a sigh of relief before wrapping herself back under the dirt smudged sheets. Flo often had nightmares of the day when she’d wake up to find her mother and brother dead, cold and stale from the rain. Better that she die first. At least she’d be saved the pain of living alone for another five years.

Flo shivered beneath the sheets as rain drops dripped down from the ceiling. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a good night’s sleep. Her mother used to tell her that when she was younger they used to live in a big house with seven bedrooms somewhere in the mountains. She’d had long stopped believing in those stories, but that never stopped her from wishing they were true. Flo took out a small music box, the size of her finger, from her pocket and cranked up the switch on the end. It chimed a lonely tune and occasionally skipped a note as it played.

Father used to play the song on the flute, but now that he was gone this was all she had left to get to sleep at night. There was a faint ringing noise in the background as the little box continued to play. It was the bells again. Even now they called to her. But she couldn’t go, wouldn’t go, not if it meant leaving her family. Her mother was sick, her brother hardly fit to hunt for himself. It pained her to think about abandoning them for a better life. Had they not cared for her when she was ill and at death’s bed? No, she was determined to stay here as long as she could. But, something about the bells that seemed oddly familiar. She couldn’t put a finger on it. It was almost as if they were trying to tell her something.

The notes seemed to rise and sway with each passing drop and as the rain intensified so did the bells. It was harmonious and free without a hint of care or worry. Its melody reverberated through the walls and there was a sense that everything would be alright in the end. No matter what happened. Warmth, love, was there a word to describe this feeling? Was this why so many followed it? Even to their deaths?

Flo tossed and turned underneath her sheets, struggling against the urge to get up, to follow the sound wherever it may be. She covered her ears with her hands and tried to block it out, but it was no use. Frantic, she reached for her music box and pulled it close to her ear to drown out the bells like she’d done so many nights before. Like a charm, the mechanized clicks of the box subdued the sounds, until they were but muffled notes amongst the rain. Flo took a deep breath as the warm feelings subsided and the world returned back to its dismal state. But as the bell struck its last note so did her music box and her face turned pale white. They were exactly the same.

So begins...

Flo's Story

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