Age at Death: 21
Born in 1160 in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I was a slave to a merchant and caught in the cross fire during the Crusade. I nearly died, but an mysterious stranger saved me by giving me the Dark Gift. I had traveled throughout Europe since than. Currently reside in London as a modiste.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
Wherever you will go, Charlene Soraia
The thing is…
even if my OTP never becomes canon, I will still ship it.
even if you write out a dissertation explaining why my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
even if the creator issued a statement tomorrow that said my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
even if no one else in the universe ships my OTP, I will still ship it.
You wanna know why? Because I fucking love my OTP. And nothing will change that.
this is scary.
suddenly all three fandoms I am rp in become active at once.
//I miss jacob and panda mun.
You are Seph, are you not? Nijah had you in her memory.
“Oh, gods, another one!? You even smell like her.”
“Smell like her? Humph,” He quirked his brow: “I am not aware of that. It’s interesting, for I had separated from her for some time now. So how are you faring, bride of Hades?”