Name: Briar | Champion Apprentice (The Protagonist) Age: 15 | Species: Human? | Occupation: Apprentice Imaginieer Likes: The smell of fresh ink, Camellia, sunrise Dislikes: Dust, nonfiction books Traits: Creative, curious, capable Trivia: Briar has never once uncorked a bottle of ink without spilling at least some of it.
[ They're a few weeks and two cases deep into the game at this point and Briar has... not gotten used to things exactly, but she's made herself accept that they're probably going to keep happening, if only to save herself a little heartache every Friday. It probably won't work, but she knows she won't survive this if she gets her hopes up every week only to have them shattered.
If she were a better writer or she'd learned more from Camellia, then she's sure there's more she could do to write them out of this. Even if she could only manage a bittersweet ending, she's certain it would be better than being stuck here. But all her efforts have come to nothing, no matter how hard she tries.
But... she can't just do nothing.
So. Bright and early on a Monday morning, Briar seeks out Whitlock and approaches him with an expression somewhere between determined and a little terrified. ]
Um... Doctor Whitlock...? I have something to ask you.
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Age: 15 | Species: Human? | Occupation: Apprentice Imaginieer
Likes: The smell of fresh ink, Camellia, sunrise
Dislikes: Dust, nonfiction books
Traits: Creative, curious, capable
Trivia: Briar has never once uncorked a bottle of ink without spilling at least some of it.
[ They're a few weeks and two cases deep into the game at this point and Briar has... not gotten used to things exactly, but she's made herself accept that they're probably going to keep happening, if only to save herself a little heartache every Friday. It probably won't work, but she knows she won't survive this if she gets her hopes up every week only to have them shattered.
If she were a better writer or she'd learned more from Camellia, then she's sure there's more she could do to write them out of this. Even if she could only manage a bittersweet ending, she's certain it would be better than being stuck here. But all her efforts have come to nothing, no matter how hard she tries.
But... she can't just do nothing.
So. Bright and early on a Monday morning, Briar seeks out Whitlock and approaches him with an expression somewhere between determined and a little terrified. ]
Um... Doctor Whitlock...? I have something to ask you.