The story of The Lineage of Evil began with me as a mere eleven-year-old, shared with Marrow when I was thirteen, and given so much more depth by months of careful brainstorming and regaining of lost brain cells.
So: please do not steal my characters. DO NOT copy-paste their personalities and backstories. Though you may take inspiration from them, please be creative and make it so that it is not so obvious that you garnered these ideas from me. Feel free to give your own characters the appearances of mine, but DO NOT copy my characters' unique complexions. I cannot stress this enough, but please do not steal my characters. I have spent months, if not years, developing them into who they are now. They mean a lot to me. Should you respect my wishes, I will be grateful. Thank you.
Edited at June 30, 2020 03:31 AM by ASomeonePerson
A creature of indifference, one that, like everyone else in this godforsaken world, started out nice. Kind eyes, warm smile, soft-and-fluffy personality, though impatient she may have been during her youth. Of course, things such as that never truly last. Ezhno learned to mask the things she felt, or, perhaps she learned to stop feeling altogether; no one really knows, not even herself. The lights in her eyes are trapped behind a layer of apathy, a maze of learned callousness that only the bravest of hearts dare to traverse, that only the sharpest of minds will see the end of. Or else they will get pricked by the thorns of pain, of trauma, of sorrows so great and demons so powerful that they will surely overtake one's pure soul. For darkness as vast as this cannot be contained within one individual, but by the Great Ancestors, Ezhno tries. Perhaps it is selflessness, perhaps foolishness, or even an odd sense of masochism that drives her to keep it bottled up until she cracks and explodes. But perseverance, patience, kindness--things the world lost and will never truly get back--they are the key to finding a place in her heart, to be a spotlight in her churning seas of agony, to be a soldier in her battles against the heathens raging in her mind. But such a lonesome creature is difficult to crack. To find their way to the other side of the maze, one first has to locate it, if she will let you.
[personality developed by me. personality wrote by Polly]