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Henrietta
| Henrietta Doors, Knowledge, Secrecy | ❧ Played by Lei |
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| Appearance: She’s small, only about 5’2, but very curvy. Her skin is fair and she has very pale blond hair, which she lets fall loose to her upper back, or braids. She wears glasses, and has grey eyes. In general, everything about her seems warm and soft, and she always seems to have an absent smile on her face. Characteristics: Young, distant, daydreamer, unfocused. Likes: Books, warmth, quiet. Dislikes: Noise, cold. | |
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| Shrine: A chest made out of warm, dark wood. Ritual: Knock please. Honestly, Henri herself probably won't show up. Just leave your sacrifice and she will... Get back to you. | |
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| ❧ Will Take | ❧ Will Give |
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What would I need to get things for living? Blankets and a some paper and pencil?
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There once was a boy, the most gentlest of souls. He lived with a father with no ears, a mother with claws for hands and a brother who wore a mask of smiles. He was happy and that was all that was important to him. Then one day, the brother who wore a mask of smiles died in a terrible fire. There was nothing left of him but the smiles of the mask that he had worn. From that day on, darkness fell upon the boy like a heavy curtain and took along with his brother, his memories of life before that. His mother blamed him for the death of his brother, though he did not harm to anyone. All he had left was himself.
And so this boy without love lived. But he did not give up. He was strong and he built himself up. He still loved his mother, though her claws marked him day and night. He still loved his father, though he could no longer remember what he looked like. And he searched far and wide to find out who had killed his beloved brother.
Until the day that a stranger, but one who was not a true stranger came into his life. He met the boy as he was leaving school, took his hand and told him a promise. That the boy would be his master, that the stranger without a true name would follow him and turn his words into reality. And though the boy was afraid, this gentle boy, he was brave as well, with more courage than fear. And so he took that stranger's hand and offered him a name, his own name. And so they began their journey to find the truth, against a world that was against them.