#amser

Thanks so much for the tag, @tildeathiwillwrite!

Rules: Type your Oc's name, followed by 'core', into Pintrest, then show the first nine pictures.

Doing this with Amser, as I made his name up so results should be interesting.

Amser-Core

This sort of gives off the right vibe? The ballroom dancing is a little out of place.

Gently tagging @annakayy, @simonnebethel, @coffeewritesfiction, @writingwithfolklore, @athenswrites,

@moonandris, and an open tag for anyone. No pressure, just if you want to.

Amser

Age - 87 (looks like she’s 16)

Height - 5′3′’

Abilities - Can freeze time, travel back in time to a limited extent, rewind objects/events to what they used to be, occasionally can see into the future

Looks - Short, choppy black hair, with the ends dyed gold, and weary brown eyes

Traits - tired, loving, haunted, enjoys companionship, mature

Facts - she’s kind of the guardian’s baby sister, despite only looking a year younger than them | her power is not the most reliable, because of it’s very intensity | defends the guardians at all council meetings | snacks a lot | takes a lot of walks | excellent friends with Nox

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“I desperately need a nap,” Amser muttered, leaning against the light pole as they watched the soldiers unload the ship. 

“Me, too.” Nox and Ella chimed in agreement.

“You don’t need one,” Amser poked Nox in the arm, “Every time I come to the forest you’re literally sleeping on a rock.”

“I need a break sometimes,” he tilted his chin at her, as Ella silently laughed in the background, “From your horrible nagging.”

“How dare you.”Amser rolled her eyes. Her form seemed to waver for a moment, as if holographs of herself were ghosting out of her body. She flickered for a minute, then she blinked, her form stabilizing and stretched yawning, her now hair disheveled and eyes puffy from sleep. “Much better.”

“Unfair that you can just take random power naps,” Nox grumbled, pulling an apple out of his pocket, snapping it in half, and handing half to Amser, who took it gratefully, and giving half of his own piece to Ella.

“It’s not unfair,” Amser pointed out, smiling at him, “I’m just lucky.”

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This time I might just disappear....! Tempo, Pepper (Minty Pink), Amser (Sunspark), Nova (Metallic Mint), Zeal (Gummi Red), and Aisling (Forest Green) :D

Excerpt from Valon Taivas about Amser who has a very special role in this story. Thanks to @milestogobeforeiwrite for the amazing mood board that you made for her!!!

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She was safe

No one knew.

Despite Princeton’s scrutiny and Sahrina’s concern, they hadn’t guessed. Everything was going to be okay.

She slumped against the massive, ancient tree in the middle of the gardens, and put her head between her legs.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could still see those ghost-like forms fading in and out of view.

A slight glimpse of what could have been and what would be.

Eto! Roeddwn i ddim yn gallu postio’n rheolaidd, ond bydda i’n trio i ysgrifennu mwy! Dw i’n ysgrifennu fy thesis terfynol a dw i’n ar fin gorffen fy nghradd baglor! Ym mis Hydref dw i’n moyn dechrau’r gradd meistr a dw i’n gobeithio y bydd popeth yn iawn. Y broblem yw, bod i’n moyn newid fy mhwnc hefyd. Nawr dw i’n astudio Lladin a Pwyleg, ond dw i’n moyn astudio ieithyddiaeth. Buodd menyw mewn swyddfa myfyriwr yn dweud y gallai’r cyfadran gwrthod i fi, os maen nhw’n meddwl i fi ddim ymweld digon o gyrsiau ieithyddol. Ar hyn o bryd dw i ddim yn gallu gwneud unrhywbeth arrall ond ysgrifennu fy thesis ac aros. Er bod i’n gobeithio y bydda i’n gallu ysgrifennu mwy i’r blog.