[indent][b][color=pink]You know, things go a lot slower when you're dying. You ever felt like that?[/color][/b][/indent]
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[collapse=You don't need to know my story.][color=gray]Fine, then. You really want to know?
More than a couple years have passed since I was born. Big surprise, huh? You know the kind of town that even fish avoid? Yeah, that was my home, and not the best place for a kid to grow up.
After a couple of years, I left. Just me, nobody else, and I left for another village, trying to make my way in this world. And then I don't know exactly what happened. Might've just been the swamp gas, the humid, disgusting air. Or, hey. You know if witches hang around in swamps? Maybe that's what it was. But that doesn't matter. [color=red]I'm sick and dying.[/color] But I'm trying to not die, as you usually do. I [color=red]don't have money for a magician[/color], and I [color=red]don't have the smarts for alchemy[/color], so I'm just fumbling my way through this shit until I die.

I'm sorry. I brought us all down, didn't I?[/color][/collapse]

[collapse=Hey, why are you looking at me like that?][color=gray]Don't look at me like that. Cut the shit! Are you really attracted to me? [color=blue]I look like a sickly fucking boy![/color] There's no muscle, no fat on my bones. You can see my ribs. Do you like that? Does that get you off? Shall I strip for you, let you see the whole, lanky, ugly thing I call Rhea? Or do you just go after the sickly girls? Is it 'cause they can't fight back, you perv? Come on. Get some taste, seriously.

[sub]Thank you for the compliment...[/sub][/color][/collapse]

[collapse=What do I do? What the hell kind of question is that?][color=gray]I thought we covered this already, but apparently you don't listen.[color=blue] I try to make myself better, either by getting money, or trying to do alchemy[/color]. Unfortunately, I'm not smart or lucky enough for either of those to work, and that's why we're together. So far, nothing has worked, but I keep trying, and I'll try until I die. [color=blue]Don't feel sorry for me[/color]; I've come to terms with it. We're all going to die, right? So some go earlier than others.

I don't want to talk about it.[/color][/collapse]

[collapse=Why am I so mean?][color=gray]You think I'm mean? Oh come on! I'm just messing with you! You can take a joke, right? Hey, cheer up. You know I don't mean it. I mean, fuck, do you think I could've gotten this far without you?
Shit. Fuck. I'm sorry.
I'm a shitty, shitty cunt. I'm sorry.[/color][/collapse]

[collapse=My sickness?][color=gray]Well, first of all, I'm wasting away. I'm already just bones, but I'm still strong. Really, no matter how I look, I'm still pretty healthy, aside from dying. No, I'm not going to explain it.
I can't eat, really. I just [color=green]throw it up[/color] and I cough a lot, so that might keep you up. Sorry.
Oh, and you'd better have some bandaging skill. Turns out, I don't stop [color=red]bleeding[/color] for a while. Just don't let me get cut, okay?
Thanks. You're a real help, you know that?[/color][/collapse]

[collapse=What do I like?][color=gray]I like not dying, I guess. But really, I don't know too much about what I like. I like [color=blue]traveling[/color], even though I'm kind of forced to. I like the [color=blue]cold[/color] as well, and snow's always pretty. Frogs are cool, I guess. But maybe that's just from me living in the swamps, right?

I'll have to get back to you on that.[/color][/collapse]




OOC:
[collapse=Appearance][color=gray]This [color=blue]very short,[/color] [color=blue]near-skeleton[/color] goes by the self-given name Rhea. No matter who she talks to, her gaze is always skyward, looking through the strands of neglected, brown hair. She's got a [color=blue]sharp nose[/color], and a wide, yet cute, face. Her ears are large, lopes attached, and pierced with small red stones. Nothing too pretty, but still presentable. Her walk is unsteady, her [color=blue]well-worn legs barely hold her bare weight[/color]. Her knees ache and crack beneath the weight of the prepared traveler. The vague, traces of vestigial muscle give her legs shape still, no matter how little it really is.
Her arms are [color=blue]weak and lack endurance[/color], delegating her to using only a crossbow, something that requires but a burst of energy, rather than a long, dexterous maneuver such as a blade.
Below the clothed exterior one can see her flat breasts, [color=pink]pink inverted nipples[/color], and[color=blue] well-defined ribs[/color]. Her collarbone sticks out profoundly. Below, her thin waist is only just supported by the meager hips, the bones poking out.
Between her skeletal legs, and beneath her covering hands, one will find something odd. Perhaps the opposite of what you'd expect. It's about as petite as she is, but still there none the less.
Her feet are small, even considering her body, but soft. The toes slightly long, and just as thin as she is.[/color][/collapse]
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