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HOLLOWED SOULS // A MARAUDERS RP SET IN 1982.

Bleach, boiling water and soap. Rub your skin raw, leave it angry and red as you try to scrub all signs of your past from your body. It’s become your life’s mission to seek out your father’s work, only to undo it, only to cleanse this world of all signs of where you came from. You can try to run from your family, but you’ll never run from their legacy or the mark they forced upon you. You can still feel his hands gripped tight around your wrists as the symbol was seared into your forearm. No matter how many times you try to scour your skin, you’ll never rid of your father’s finest curse. There is no clean slate for someone who once danced with darkness, and as far as your new allies are concerned, you’re still locked in a waltz with the devil himself. 

HOLLOWED SOULS // A MARAUDERS RP SET IN 1982.

A flash of messy pink hair, a forgotten tea kettle screaming on your stovetop, and a dozen unfinished works of art. You are the girl in motion, here one minute and gone the next. If you could, you’d sprout wings and never stop flying from place to place. After all, the chaos you’ve designed is the only home you’ve ever needed. Thus far, your ‘catch me if you can’ mentality has kept you safe from this war, but now it’s become nearly impossible to escape. Sweet, naive girl. If darkness came knocking, you’d answer the door with a laugh and a shrug before it consumed you whole. .

HOLLOWED SOULS // A MARAUDERS RP SET IN 1982.

Even a heart as kind as yours couldn’t end this war. A light as bright as yours couldn’t rid of all this darkness. You watched as the gap widened between the worlds you loved, stood over it with your feet stretched wide apart. You always feared the day you’d have to choose, but had no idea how much it would cost you. This war took more than your love, it took more than your heart, it took your light. And now, after all their fighting, they still look to you to guide them out of the darkness, only now you find yourself not wanting to shine for anyone. 

HOLLOWED SOULS // A MARAUDERS RP SET IN 1982.

You made yourself a weapon in a world that saw you as a weakness. Wide eyes watched from the sidelines as they all forgot you, left you alone because you were never a threat to them. With clenched fists, you promised yourself one day you’d prove them all wrong. So you waited for your moment, kept a keen eye on everyone and took in everything you could: the spells you couldn’t cast, the potions you couldn’t brew, the people you shouldn’t overlook. So far removed, you saw all their weaknesses and strengths. You staged your own quiet rebellion, collecting enough knowledge to know where to hit hardest to put an end to a war that forgot all about you.

HOLLOWED SOULS // A MARAUDERS RP SET IN 1982.

Questions run through your mind on an endless loop. Should you have said something sooner? Were you the only one to notice? Could you have stopped all of this? You blame yourself for your silence. Now, yet again you’re left questioning your peers, your safety and the future. But what can you do? You’re just a coward with a hero’s mouth, spouting off ideas without any follow through. Your heart keeps you on your toes, ready to run away with the ones you love at a moment’s notice, but you can’t help but wonder if once again you’ll be too late.

HOLLOWED SOULS // A MARAUDERS RP SET IN 1982.

You always treasured the most delicate things. A child of spring, you rushed home to your mother, flowers held inside tightly clenched hands. Their petals wilting away as sweat pooled inside your fists, blood dripping from pricked finger tips. The roses always died, but it was the thorns that left their mark on you. Flowers bear no weight on your conscience, for you have smothered more than plants since your youth. Sweet girl, you’ve always been a killer, watching as the things you hold dearest wither away, Thank the thorns as you say your goodbyes, for they’re responsible for the poison buried just beneath your skin.

HOLLOWED SOULS // A MARAUDERS RP SET IN 1982.

You burn as hot as peroxide on an open wound, but are as soft as new skin, just set free from its bandages. No malady is any match for your healing hands, except perhaps the hole repeated loss has left in your heart. You’re still searching for something, anything that will take away the pain, and as you look to these battle torn streets, it appears you’re far from the only one who needs an antidote for your woes. But this is not a hospital wing. Here you’re faced with far more than broken bones and cuts, young healer, and not all wounds will heal over, no matter how hard you try.