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Evelyn nods as Patru speaks. "An Alchemist? In surprised I havent heard of her then. Though I admit my specialties are in matter."

"Speaking of dinner would you two like to join me tonight?" She sets a hand on Patru's shoulder with a wink.

"Patru, right? I'm Evelyn!" Evelyn gently lifts Patru's hand for a small kiss. "What kind of place is Dorință? If such a beautiful individual such as yourself came from there it must be a nice place."

“Oh flatterer you

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"Hey Evelyn right? You're an Arch Mage? What kinda stuff do you work on?" ~Patru

Evelyn reclines in the chair of her modest and minimal office, theatrically stroking her chin. "Well that depends on who you ask. To some I'm a menace to the natural order who shouldn't be alive; to others I'm a doting teacher who's ideas inspire passipn..but for the most part I really just enjoy toying with the limits of what humans consider robotics and cybernetics."

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“Fall is wonderful, its when the rainy season begins in earnest where I grew up.” She nods, clasping her hands behind her back.

“Now, what I’m really curious about is, who brought you here. They must be an accomplished individual” With a sly smile she leans forward, her head cocked up at Patru like an interested cat.

"Patru, right? I'm Evelyn!" Evelyn gently lifts Patru's hand for a small kiss. "What kind of place is Dorință? If such a beautiful individual such as yourself came from there it must be a nice place."

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“Bread and soup please.” Evelyn piped. Surprised to hear his voice, as she had not been listening for Kote like she usually would. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, “You make good soup. Also warm soup is good for cold bodies.” she pulled a chair next to the fledgling fire.

She bundled next to the growing crackles. With masterful care not to smother the growing flame, she carefully muttered redundant bindings to slowly warm herself and the blanket. Control was crucial when you didn’t know something’s name, but when she felt warm enough control wasn’t needed and she released the flame, letting its crackling redouble.

“Is there anything that needs helping Kote?” She called from her seat, her eyes unmoved from the flickering fire.

The fading smell of autumn rain, the chill breeze sweeping through the ground floor of the inn. Evelyn steps wearily, wrapped in a blanket and still shivering her way down the steps for her morning fire starting. That much she has been able to do, much to Kote’s reluctance. With enough insistence he would usually relent. At first she felt a sorrow clutch at her lungs, but with time it relented. He had work to do, and he has always been graciously kind. It was the least she could do when he didn’t want to release melancholy. It sung from his bones and the crease that formed in his brow. The song Evelyn wanted, his song sounded of one to care for others…the thought made her grin, as, that was the case. Unless you pushed them against a wall on your first meeting. She quickly gathers an arm-full of wood she had helped stack just outside the back door and rushed to the front room. Wondering if she had been beaten to the punch.

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The fading smell of autumn rain, the chill breeze sweeping through the ground floor of the inn. Evelyn steps wearily, wrapped in a blanket and still shivering her way down the steps for her morning fire starting. That much she has been able to do, much to Kote’s reluctance. With enough insistence he would usually relent. At first she felt a sorrow clutch at her lungs, but with time it relented. He had work to do, and he has always been graciously kind. It was the least she could do when he didn’t want to release melancholy. It sung from his bones and the crease that formed in his brow. The song Evelyn wanted, his song sounded of one to care for others...the thought made her grin, as, that was the case. Unless you pushed them against a wall on your first meeting. She quickly gathers an arm-full of wood she had helped stack just outside the back door and rushed to the front room. Wondering if she had been beaten to the punch.

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Aside from a set of books and notes now scattered on the floor next to the chair, the only cluttered part of the room was the desk. She sat on the chair, seeming small as she pulled her knees to her chest.

“People say things, it matters not to me. What saddens me is…” She pauses and gazes longingly at the desk. A shattered sigaldry tool lay next to an unfinished project, the rest of her tools neatly organized alongside the broken one. “I broke one of the tools that Master Kilvin gave to me. He always said I was too hard on my equipment….I broke my tools at least once a term when I was Re’lar.” She said and rubbed her swollen eyes.

“I must leave and…apologize for breaking tools again. He made them. These were extra tough, so that I wouldn’t break them in three span. These lasted almost three years”

She looked to Kvothe, her expression turned determined. “Do you need help today? I wish to help…and, distract myself”

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//I can’t find that ask prompt omg uh but lets just–//

Kote had finally made his way upstairs from the busy crowd below in the early evening rush from harvest season staring to come to a close. It was a little more than just the regulars that was for sure. Tying his hair back once more, since it had been falling out and into his face, something caught his attention. A soft noise he almost missed over the loud chatter downstairs. 

Glancing around the immediate hall and not seeing anyone, he walked down a few doors to make sure he wasn’t hearing anything; stopping at Evelyn’s current room in the inn. He heard the noise again. Sniffling? Pausing and listening again, the innkeeper waited to make sure it wasn’t something else going on.

“Evelyn?” He asked carefully, not wanting to startle her. “Are you alright? I know things are busy down stairs, but I have a moment if you need one to talk.” He offered quickly after his question, resting a hand against the door and waiting for an answer.

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Rabbit Smith (Evelyn) Runehammer

★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  strength ★★★★★★★★★★ —  offense ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆   —  defense ★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  speed ★★★★★★★★★★ —  durability ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ —  accuracy ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  agility ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  stamina ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  teamwork ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  stealth   ★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  close combat         ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s ) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆  —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )  (gauntlet punches) ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s ) ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ —  superpowers / abilities ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  traps/setups ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  medic

Any lasting injuries from combat?  — Left brow scar, dark laceration scars on upper arms, stab wound scars on sides and right shoulder, burn scars on hands.

Fighting style? ( BOLD any that apply. ) —  commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable/ would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities  / has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret / won (a) battle(s) / lost (a) battle(s) / ruthless / merciful

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Archmage (Evelyn) Dorose

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  strength ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ —  offense ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆   —  defense ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  speed ★★★★★★★★★★ —  durability ★★★★★★★★☆☆ —  accuracy ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆  —  agility ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  stamina ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  teamwork ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  stealth   ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  close combat         ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s ) ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )   ★★★★★★★★☆☆ —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s ) ★★★★★★★★★★ —  superpowers / abilities (magic) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆  —  traps/setups ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  medic

Any lasting injuries from combat?  —  Both legs and left arm are cybernetic (legs cut off at mid thigh and arm mid bicep) due to several anti armor rounds hitting her mech in succession, she maneuvered well and avoided death but paid for it dearly. Burn scars on right hand and forearm. Scar on left brow.

Fighting style? ( BOLD any that apply. ) —  commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable/ would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities  / has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret / won (a) battle(s) / lost (a) battle(s) / ruthless / merciful

@solistosketch agro and vel?

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A surprised squeak emanated from behind the closed door as Kote spoke. Scrambling, the small click of an extra door lock. Evelyn’s keen eyes were puffy and swollen as they peered through a crack in the door. No effort was made to hide her emotional state, another tear rolled down her cheek.

“Kote, I am distraught.” She said hoarsely, her willpower focused on choking back her gentle sobs. Her invitation was the usual, a step aside to open the door enough for Kote to slide through. She slipped out of sight once more, followed by the sound of items being pushed to the floor. Judging by the distance,presumably from a chair.

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//I can’t find that ask prompt omg uh but lets just–//

Kote had finally made his way upstairs from the busy crowd below in the early evening rush from harvest season staring to come to a close. It was a little more than just the regulars that was for sure. Tying his hair back once more, since it had been falling out and into his face, something caught his attention. A soft noise he almost missed over the loud chatter downstairs. 

Glancing around the immediate hall and not seeing anyone, he walked down a few doors to make sure he wasn’t hearing anything; stopping at Evelyn’s current room in the inn. He heard the noise again. Sniffling? Pausing and listening again, the innkeeper waited to make sure it wasn’t something else going on.

“Evelyn?” He asked carefully, not wanting to startle her. “Are you alright? I know things are busy down stairs, but I have a moment if you need one to talk.” He offered quickly after his question, resting a hand against the door and waiting for an answer.

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Reblog if; You RP with FEMALE OCs and do not stand for them being treated like shit

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Send ♥ with a name and my muse will say if they would sleep with them or not.

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Which OC buys only the best calculators on the market?

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Hiro Osono

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Moody waves | samfromabove

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SEND ME A SYMBOL !!

Add a ‘ +’ to reverse it !!

😘 - to kiss my muse.

😉 - to send a seductive wink at my muse.

😡 - to anger my muse.

😈 - to prank my muse.

✋ - to push my muse against a wall.

🖕🏻 - to flip my muse off.

🙆🏻 - to give my muse a hug.

👛 - to steal my muse’s belongings.

🐶 - to give my muse a pet.

🥂 - to offer my muse a drink.

🎧 - to place headphones on my muse’s head.

🚑 - to visit my muse at the hospital.

🔪 - to stab my muse.

💕 - to make love to my muse.

💍 - to propose to my muse.

👓 - to steal my muse’s glasses.

👻 - to scare my muse.

☠️ - to die in front of my muse.

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