Day Twelve: 365

I need a new place to live. ;_; I appreciate my friend letting me set her place as a home point, but not having someplace to put my photosphere down at is driving me craaazy. ;_;

I need a new place to live. ;_; I appreciate my friend letting me set her place as a home point, but not having someplace to put my photosphere down at is driving me craaazy. ;_;
I took this picture last night, so it still counts. I was just way too tired to post. Blame those 12 hour ER shifts, even when they’re the easiest I’ve had in years.

They all said Sector 2 is full of zombies and rebels and unsavory characters, but Eliza didn’t care. With her trusty shotgun Henrietta, she had every intention of making this place her home. After all, “The Lizard” couldn’t be scared away by just anything.


Evil plotting? Oh yes. Why would I be doing something other than that? Silly people, there are many, many, many things to be evil about it. Such as stuffing black olives with cream cheese.
…You mean that’s not evil? What?
So technically it’s 1:15 in the morning, mean that technically, I missed day five. However, I haven’t been to bed yet, so I’m counting it as fair.
I didn’t spend a lot of time in SL today, most of my day was spent playing Left 4 Dead 2. I have a great group of people that I play with, and we had an amazing time. Hard Rain scares the shit out of me, by the way.
I did, however, have time to RP a little bit, so I was in my Sai avatar all day. And I had to do yet another new edit to her skin, after she got the crap kicked out of her by a First Class SOLDIER who fancies himself better than Sephiroth. Oh, the joys of mostly OC games. xD. That has nothing to do with it though, the fact remains that my poor character finally had a bit of her past catch up to her and paid the price for her misdeeds. …Not that she learned anything, Kira’s going down. :3
So here’s a slightly beat up av for today’s post. OH NOES. CUT ON FACE. BOYCOTT SEZMRA SINCE SHE PROVIDED THE PSD TO WORK WITH THAT I TURNED INTO AN OBVIOUS SYMBOL OF ABUSE. …Ahem. Sorry. I work in an emergency room, and I see some really crazy shit…so in a way, roleplay violence is almost theraputic, because I can control it. I can draw the line that can’t be drawn in real life.

At the suggestion of my dear friend Icy Whitfield, I changed Fi’erthe’s skin to a darker tone, that’s a bit less…er…blue.
Behind me are fellow roleplayers, Madison Osumi, Morrigan Orellana, and Burton Bulloch, in the Valahari Welcome Area.
Shape: [katiroth] – Tirna
Skin: Sezmra Edit
Eyes: Miriel – Fire (No longer available)
Hair: Truth – Ann (Snow is SUCH an awesome shade!)
Ears: *~*Illusions*~*
Top: League – Bella Desastre
Kilt: EMO- tions – battlemaster kilt
Alas, Cadair Braeden will be no more. And as such, several of us are taking our characters to a new sim, Valahari. To both mourn and celebrate, I have given my character, Fi’erthe, some new hair, a new release from Truth, Ann. The outfit is from Deviance, in the 50% off area. Yay, sales! Yay, new hair! As usual, the skin is a Sezmra mod.
I might as well post a very basic snippet of Fi’erthe’s history while I’m posting her picture. :3
Tirna Fi’erthe was the second daughter of her family, one trained as a scout from an early age, as she really didn’t have much aptitude for magic and the sort, barely able to scrape by. The rest of her childhood and young adulthood passed as normal for drow society– she grew up cruel and somewhat spoiled, though that would soon change.
On a scouting mission to the surface, Fi’erthe was seperated from the rest of her group and managed to be trapped on the world above after a rather angry mage filled in the cave (Rocks fall! Everyone dies!) that her comrades had used to reach the surface with boulders. The sole survivor, with no knowledge of other passages back down, she had to use her wits and skills to stay alive in a very, very, very hostile world.
Fast forward several years, to a much more laid back Fi’erthe, who abandoned her first name to keep just that of her family, who had traveled as many lands as she could, learning more about the people and ways of life that were so different than her own. She reached a realm that she was just about to get settled into, when disaster struck.
Memory of said disaster is hazy, she can recall flames…but nothing else until she woke up, singed and weak, and began following the trail of her former boss…
