Zephrun’s Imperium

I like weirdness. How weird do you want it to get?

But no matter how tried, there was one thing she could never forget; her sister's face.

She'd stay there for a while. And when she did decide to leave, she'd probably just go get drunk and try to forget it all. I think forgetting is going to be a theme of her's.

Well, I've posted her beginnings, what do I do now?

Y'all. This killed me.

Sierra smiled over the collar of her coat. Theresa was just in time. Everything was going perfectly. Revenge would come very soon. She stood, the wheels on her skates engaging and raising her a good two inches higher. The familiar vibration hummed at her feet and she began gliding forward, slipping her fingerless gloves from out of her pocket and putting them on. She’d need them if the modifications to her whip had worked. But hopefully, she wouldn’t need her whip at all. For something like this, she’d want to be a little more… personal. Theresa’s high heels clicked against the stone as she walked, completely oblivious. Sierra narrowed her eyes. While she had suffered, Theresa had selfishly made a name for herself. While she had struggled, Theresa had excelled. While she had rotted, Theresa had forgotten. Sierra wanted to forget too, but life had made its mark on her. And even if she wanted to, she couldn’t erase it. She was what it had made her to be. Which was, of course, something everyone wanted to forget even existed. You’ll remember me, Theresa, she thought to herself. You’ll remember all the happy memories we made together. And then you’ll remember that you left me all alone. Left me to die. Well, I lived. But you won’t. You won’t… She smiled to herself, speeding up. It was time. Sierra slammed into Theresa, pushing her into an alleyway and against the wall. If Theresa had known what she was doing, she could have easily pushed Sierra back. But of course, surprise worked in her favor and Theresa didn’t even know what had hit her. She cried out in shock, but Sierra put her hand over her mouth to silence her. “Shush, now, you know why you’re here,” she growled. Theresa met Sierra’s eyes. Recognition crossed them. And… tears began to coalesce. “Go ahead and cry, I don’t care.” Sierra unsheathed her dagger. “You left me. Do you even know what I went through, what you could have saved me from?! You’re selfish and weak. I can’t believe I ever looked up to you.” Theresa mumbled something beneath Sierra’s gloved hand and, rolling her eyes, Sierra moved her hand so she could speak. “Sierra,” Theresa wept. There was real emotion in there. “I was scared.” “You were scared?” Sierra boomed. “Yeah, that’s right, of course you were scared. You think I wasn’t? I was terrified! I’m still terrified, I’m… I’m…” She shook herself and growled in anger. “I was twelve! I didn’t even think about what would happen to you, I didn’t-” Sierra covered her mouth again. “You know what, just shut up! Shut up! I don’t care.” She hefted the dagger in her hand. But her fingers shook. Sierra met Theresa’s tear stained eyes again and in them, she could swear she saw herself. Was she crying too? Her shoulders slumped as she finally noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. No. No. Emotion made her weak. Theresa had to die. “I don’t care,” she said, voice breaking even as she said it. She rammed her dagger through Theresa’s waist. Her sister’s hot blood came pouring onto her fingers. This was only the second time she had killed. It was supposed to feel good… Right? She was supposed to have triumphed. This was a good thing. It was good. She felt... good. Everything stopped. The only sound was the thumping of her heart. She let the dagger fall to the ground and Theresa’s body fell with it. “No,” she said. Or mouthed. She couldn’t hear herself. She fell to her knees beside her sister’s corpse. Blood seeped into her coat and pants, but she didn’t feel it. She laid a hand on Theresa’s side and shook her slightly. “Theresa. Theresa?” She swallowed. She was sobbing. “Theresa, wake up. Theresa…” Sierra wrapped her arms around her waist, utterly defeated.

Honestly, Sierra's a bit of a loner, so I think it may end up being whoever gets to her first...

Does anyone ever have a super strong urge to act as their character some days? Just me?

That was a beautiful pun. And lemme post her first bit of character development - it'll be a big deal for her. I'm working on some art right now, but I'll get to posting that pretty soon.

She seems like a DA person.

Okay, cool. Thank you.

Today's prompt is "Dizzy" and what I've drawn pretty much describes all of Star's character for the last 80 pages or so. She's just done. Plot can be quite... dizzying.

Okay, then. I'll get to writing that.

Hmm. Well, I know how I want to start her out. She needs to kill her sister. It'll be a really long post. Where would I put something like that.

Okay... ummm.... Is there anything I should do? Like read through the summary? Where do I post first?

Probably a good 40 MPH. Those things are awesome.

Okay, I'm finally doing it, I'm joining the Alleyverse, let's hope I don't regret it... Here's Sierra.

I mean after that.

So... Uh... I'm writing her character sheet now, what will I do after that? My first post regarding her will be her finally completing her life long goal of murdering her older sister.

She'll be a little different from Fallen's "Samika" but, well, that's what I want. Her sister will be dead. And she'll have little to live for. YAY!!

She also has anorexia so that's... not great. Sad backstory. So... umm... Where do I put her?

Okay, Sierra is a version of a Fallen character I've been developing. I've seriously fallen in love with her, but I can't write her in the plot, 'cause technically she's Xino's character, even though I've been developing her... by myself. Okay, back on track. She's super tiny and thin, but she has really good balance and she's a bit of a tinker. Main weapon is a whip. I would think she could make pretty good use of F-Iron.

I think the hardest part would be making a character that would fit within the world. I tend to made super OP characters for some reason (see Thought, Ember, literally all of my Narrators except for Sophie) So let's see... Wait a second. *mouth drops* I just had a wonderful idea. *smiles* Her name is Sierra.

My Brain: Maybe we should- No! No, no, no, no! No. Nope. No. No way. Nu uh. Nope!!!