Skyler's tumblr bioName: Skyler Warren FarrierSkyler's tumblr bio1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
Physical Appearance: She is 5'11" with short brown hair (pixie cut), green eyes, pale skin and plentiful freckles. Skyler prefers to dress in durable jeans and t-shirts. She is rather skinny and may be mistaken for a male at times, especially if her clothing is loose.
History: Skyler spent most of her childhood in the same small area, except for a few trips to socialize with family living elsewhere. She was a good student, getting straight A's when she bothered to do the homework. Sometimes it just would not interest her and she couldn't force herself to do it (generally History and Geography classes, as she adored Math and Science, and English's grammar rules and essays posed no challenge for her). Her parents weren't happy with this and grounded her from checking books out at the library (a more effective consequence than anything else, as she loves to read). It only took a few of these punishments for the girl to suck i
Brink's Character's ApplicationNeedless to say, this application would be for :icontfa-whatwewere: if I were submitting it, but it's only for me to organize the character. I'm not actually going to submit it. So... derp.Brink's Character's Application1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Character Name: Brink
Appearance: Brink's alt form is the equivalent of a large SUV on Cybertron. It looks somewhat similar to a hummer; in animated, it would look like Swindle's alt with different wheels. She's quite a bit more bulky than most femmes; actually, she's even mistaken for a mech quite often despite her hot pink paint job. She does her best to keep up appearances to make up for this. She doesn't overdo the polish, but she does make sure to buff out any scratches and get her paint touched up once in a while.
Her mannerisms can be a bit gruff, a habit she picked up while working in the mines. Her speech, however, she has managed to refine to the point appropriate to her new job. Although her
Skyrim: Legacies Freed It had taken us hours to find the ruins of J'Margo, nestled in the yawning, barren ruins between Dawnstar and Solitude, where few rarely strayed. I was not alone for once; Lydia had insisted on coming with me when she'd heard that I was out looking for more bandits and an awkward looking blonde man who proclaimed himself to be known as Erik the Slayer. Neither Lydia nor myself had wanted him to come with us, but his horse was swifter than even Rabi, so we'd had no choice but to accept his companionship.Skyrim: Legacies Freed1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
We chose a direct route North; I had grown a strong disliking for the paths ever since the incident on my way to Whiterun, and besides, it was quicker anyway. Once the location for bandits got out, they didn't stay in that location for very long. There was something haunting about the sight of the snow-covered trees in the light of the moon they glided silently passed us as we galloped by, and I almost felt their frozen gaze lingering on