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Basic Info Name: Sorrel Collected by: Hestia Species: Homo sapiens Gender: Female Age: 36 Height: 5' 1 Weight: 125 lbs Eye Color: Dark brown Hair Color: Black History Sorrel began her life in the moderate river-port town of Rothstadt, well within the Dasharan empire's expanding borders. Her mother died of smallpox about a year after giving birth to her, so her half-siblings; Gretchen, Fred, Marlie, and Jacob, all took on some aspect of raising her, and each became important parts of her life for different reasons. (She'll tell you she couldn't care less about Jacob, who left when she was 11 to join a riverboat crew, but she'd be

Marx returned to his mom's apartment on a Sunday night. The weekend had been spent with his dad, which translated into two mornings in a row getting up at 6:00 a.m. to go hiking in the woods behind his dad's house. Marx didn't mind the hikes really, and he wasn't out of shape or anything. It was just that his dad was insanely in shape and didn't quite comprehend why anyone would want to walk the trails when they could jog. So when Marx returned to his mom's place he was more than ready to drop his duffel at the door and pass out until he had to get up for school the next morning. It didn't quite happen like that, naturally. The first thing

The library that afternoon, like most every afternoons, stood quite empty. The only movement came from dusty sunlight spilling in through old, whorled glass. If there had been someone in that library however, and if they happened to be at all observant, (which humans almost never are) they might have heard the sudden sound of dimmed voices coming from the ceiling. "Rumwhisker," the word drifted in the air, "oy, Rumwhisker, ye want to head for the kitchens?" A moment of silence passed. "Rumwhisker!" the voice came louder. "Shush yer gaping trap, idjit!" another voice hissed. "But I'm hungry. It's pork today, I think. I'd love a great thick