LARKIN, skyler danielle

[skyler larkin]

I guess this is it, huh? My hour of reckoning has arrived. I'm going to die here. Once those officers come for me, I'm history. That's what I get, I suppose. All those bad decisions.

They were bloody fucking worth it.

Still, I ought to leave behind something. There's no point in doing all that I've done if no one's going to remember it.

Gather round, children. Story time!

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT

... Just kidding. My birthday really wasn't all that eventful.

Apart from me being born and all.

But it wasn't dark, stormy, or night. I was born at three o'clock in the afternoon, to be precise. Born to David and Mary Larkin. I wasn't named Skyler initially, either. At birth, my parents named me Lily. Because people in my family only ever have generic names.

My older brother by two years is named Thomas.

We were a pretty generic family, too, back when I associated with that crowd. My dad wasn't an arch mage, so we lived in poverty (or close to it, anyway). My dad wanted a son more than he wanted a daughter, because in this screwed up world, male mages are supposedly more powerful than females.

Let's temporarily overlook the fact that I discovered my powers faster than he did.

Now that's a funny story.

So we're in the Fisher Market, yeah? I'm six, my brother's eight, and we're walking with Mum because we need to buy some bread. Not fish. There's enough fish in Bone Harbor to feed the island multiple times over.

Anyway, my brother rambles on about how much dad loves him and blah blah blah, so I get to thinking that it would be great for one of the fish from the kiosk to just float on over and sock him in the face.

And it happens.

A fish floats over and slaps Thomas. Totally tears him a new one. My gods, it was a blast.

Dad didn't treat me any different after that, o'course, but Thomas never got cheeky with me again. To this day, I'm pre'y positive he's terrified of me.

ME AND MUM GOT ON WELL

... at least, in comparison with me and my dad, who spent all of his time training Thomas.

I never understood my relationship with my mum, though. We were polar opposites. She was the one dressed up in pink, twirling merrily about the kitchen of our tiny little rock cave, while I was the one scrambling across everyone's rooftop, fishing, and scratching myself up until I was a bloody mess from head to toe. I'm not one of those hipsters who tares their clothes for the sake of fashion. These tares? The ones you can't see because I'm writing this to you, not painting it? Yeah, they're real.

I guess I liked my mum because she never questioned anything. If I got in late one night, she wouldn't read my the riot act. She would just shrug and give me this look, the one that said she understood better than I could guess, and then send me off to bed. Made me wonder if she'd been a tougher person as a child.

Honestly, I'd rather look like her than my father, but instead, I got his overbite, his round, upturned pug nose, his blue eyes, and his curly brunette hair. If I inherited anything from mum, it's my height. I'm not the tallest crane at the construction site, if you know what I mean. But my mom's got curves as well, and I'm mostly skin and bone. I mean, I suppose I have this kind of hour-glass shape, but I don't really gain weight.

Moral of the story: I take after my dad. That's that.

Sans the curves part, because if he had curves, that would be embarrassing.

I EMANCIPATED MYSELF A LONG TIME AGO

I'm sixteen now (though I'll be seventeen in a month), so, according to my mad mathematical calculation skills, I was nine when the war ended. That's about the time I tossed all my clothes into a suitcase and bust down the door.

For the next few months, I slept out in the cold. That's when I learned how to use my powers, mostly. I taught myself simple stuff, like healing spells for bruises and scrapes and rug burn, and how to make fires without flint boxes. I didn't have to move anywhere, because that first year after the tournament, my race chose Si'ith again.

It was either that or Wynth, though, so I don't blame us.

That's when I met Chandler.

She's a girl, by the way.

Blond, busty, and extremely dangerous. She had a gap between her teeth where she used to stick her pipes.

We met one day when I rolled off a roof in the middle of a lightning storm and she commended my landing skills, and from that moment on, we were thick as thieves.

We got into bucket-loads of shit together. Enough shit that we could've started our own fertilizer company.

Illegal bonfires on Bonfire Beach (we even tried to start one during a hurricane once -- we nearly got flooded out and we had to combine our powers to create a wall of water around us as we fled to higher ground), random camping trips in the desert, graffiti-ing the canyon, and, of course, we took a pile of coal and set a forest fire in the oasis once. Got locked up for a day in the Siriath jail for that one, but then we busted ourselves out and kind of started running from the law.

Me and Chandler, whenever we moved, we moved together. We've done everything that can be done in Si'ith and Enyth. We've gone hunting in both Ni'ith and Terrinth, 'cause the hunting's better there. Then there was the one time we got it into our heads to try and kill a sea serpent. Our canoe capsized before we made it out of the bay, but we tried. And then we went vampyr wrestling once, last year.

Adventures, adventures.

THEY KILLED HER

... the wolves did. They captures us when we broke into one of their general's homes to steal some shit -- heirlooms and what-not. The useless crap that rich people seem to have plenty of.

It was self-defense, really. Chandler was shooting fireballs out of every limb from which she could shoot them. In turn, they tore her heart out while I watched.

After that, I surrendered.

I wouldn't call me and Chandler friends, because we never really knew each other. We never shared our secrets or any of that cliche bonding shit.

But after she died, I didn't want to fight anymore.

So now I'm here, in a prison in Flammar, waiting for the lycan dogs to come in and kill me, too.


If they can catch me.

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NOT YOU AGAIN.
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Great to see you back with another character, Robin! I can already tell that I'm going to like Skyler. Everything's all set here, so go ahead and claim your face! Then start role playing, of course.