Little Big Red - TWAU OCName: Mia "Red" Rosette
About Him/Her: Not much is to say about Red. She escaped the Homelands with her grandmother and her best friend during the Exodus. She resides in the Grandma's Cabin, a small diner in Fabletown. She and her friend Siren own it since her grandmother died, leaving her with the inheritance.
A.K.A: She goes by Red most of the time.
Age: Unknown, but looks to be in her early 20's.
Status: Very Much Alive.
Appearance: Red tends to wear a bunch of red hoods, habit from her red cloak. If she isn't wearing that, she's wearing a red scarf with a white blouse and black jeans. She tends top switch from black heels to gray tennis shoes from time to time. She has short brown hair that she keeps swept to the right, the left side all short and choppy. She wears a gold choker around her neck, almost like a collar. Her eyes are a bright blue, but they change colo
Helen Ellsworth: I:SS OC - The ShroudedName: Helen Eveline Ellsworth. Evie to friends and family.
Known Aliases: The Painter (Good Karma), The Body Marker (Bad Karma), The Shrouded (dubbed by civilians after seeing her disappear with her Pigment Gradient.)
Birthday: June 6, 1993
Sub-race: Prime Conduit
Powers: Ink manipulation and absorption, accelerated healing, enhanced strength, durability, lengthened stamina, density and pressure manipulation, and solidification.
Appearance: Since she generally hated the outdoors and spent most of her time painting or tattooing, Helen has pale white skin year round. Yes, even in the summers. Her eyes are a piercing olive green, contridicing her long brown hair. She has various streaks of color in it, which she uses as a last resort of an ink source. She almost always has it pulled into a low ponytail. She's quite small for her age (about 5' even) with a lithe figure and a hint of muscle tone to her shoulders and biceps. She has about six tattoo's; thre
I was wide awake.
Maybe not here, but I knew I was.
My name is John Egbert and I was wide awake.
Now... I'm shrouded in a cold darkness that one could only describe as death.
It was cold.
I am cold in a way.
My name is Dave Strider and I am cold.
Now... I am cold with one less friend.
He had listened.
Dave used to be my best bro.
Now my cried of loneliness fall on deaf ears.
My name is John Egbert and I should have listened.
He hadn't even listened.
John Egbert was a perfect bro.
So here's another day I'll spend without him.
My name is Dave Strider and I'm spending the rest of my life in misery.
I'm the worst bro ever.
I didn't even hear him out.
Now look at me; I'm a mess and short one Dave Strider in my life.
My name is John Egbert and I miss my best bro.
I told him the truth.
I told him how I felt.
Now look at me; Walking down the snow-filled streets wishing I had kept my mouth shut.
My name is Dave Strider and I wish I has just kept my feelings to