Keeva Byrne

Keeva paced her cell, arms folded tightly across her chest. She was feeling more and more (cont) tl.gd/nodqvp

“I. Need. Out of here.”

“I can’t wait to be out of here either, though I fear I will be here for quite some time.”

((Really want to get this character going! I’m happy to write a starter 😄))

“I need to get out of this place. I think I’ll go mad if I have to stay one day longer and I’ve only been here for two.”

—garb of her people. She missed the trees, the sky, the chirping birds and babbling brooks. A cement cell was no place for a Druid.

Keeva sat in her cold cell, knees drawn to her chest. Her walls were bare and she had no possessions to her name. Her necklace, her clothes, her wand… nearly everything had been taken. She hated the blue prison outfit she had to wear. It was nothing like the beautiful Elven—

-whole situation was nothing but hopeless.

-stepped inside. “Thanks.” She replied somberly. “I’m all set now. I’d like a moment to myself if that’s all the same to you.” The guard left and Keeva moved to sit on her bed, facing the wall. Her family and friends would have no idea where she was. She felt trapped, and the-

-never left Valara and the whole environment was foreign. There were no ancient trees, no flora or fauna to speak of in the concrete world she would now call home. “This is you,” the guard set gruffly, gesturing to an open cell. Taking a deep breath, the wood elf nodded and-

Keeva walked through the prison, accompanied by a guard. She held a small pack of possessions to her chest- she only had a few with her when she was arrested. Her beautiful elven garb had been replaced by a standard issue orange jumpsuit. Everything was foreign to her. She’d-

((This bio is merely a starting point, I hope to develop it further in the future when I have time!))

[Bio for @TheVortexRP] Name: Keeva Byrne Age: 107 Race: Wood Elf Occupation: Forest (cont) tl.gd/nobfma