??? | NEVER ODD OR EVEn
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///TEEN SPIRITS///
Fantasia Damnati works as camp counselor! And she's sure loves her job! She's love her life, her amazing girlfriend and this town!
And nothing bad going to happen with her in the forest!... Right?
THE FIRST ALICE GALLANTLY HOLDS A SWORD IN WONDERLAND.
USING HER SWORD TO CAST AWAY VARIOUS THINGS, SHE WENT TO SPREAD HER BRIGHT RED PATH. THIS ALICE IS IN THE FOREST, IMPRISONED AS A SINNER.
IF IT WASN'T FOR THE PATH SHE CREATED, THERE WOULDN'T BE A WAY TO KNOW OF HER LIFE.
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Name: Fantasia Damnati. But everyone calls her just Fen.
Age: 25.
Occupation: Camp Counselor (A role she performs with bitter obligation rather than passion.)
Appearance: Fen have fair skin with spiky strawberry blonde hair that reaches down to the ground, past her legs with a curvy ahoge on her head, bent like a square. She possesses an athletic build, though she carries herself with a tense, weary posture that betrays her exhaustion. Her eyes, weary and underlined with dark circles that no amount of sleep could fix.
Attire: Fen wears a black T-shirt and blue jeans, and camping boots. She is often wears a rucksak.
Personality: Fen is a woman trapped in a cycle of rural decay. Living in a deadbeat town where every day feels like a carbon copy of the last, she has developed a corrosive bitterness. This angst manifests as a prickly, abrasive exterior; she is bossy, rude, and quick to snap at anyone who crosses her path. She lashes out not because she is inherently evil, but because she is profoundly unhappy and feels powerless to change her circumstances. Her work as a camp counselor is a source of daily friction. While she doesn't harbor genuine malice toward children, she finds them exhausting and resentful of the responsibility they represent. Her home life offers no sanctuary, as her relationship with her alcoholic girlfriend only adds to the chaos and emotional drain of her existence. Deep down, Fen is a woman standing on the edge of a breaking point, desperate to abandon her life entirely and escape the monotony that is consuming her.
Skills: She is great camper and good at survival in forest. She knows how to survive in woods, with or without gear, she knows every tricks and wits. She is skilled and experienced at camping and she is truly loves to go out for woods to stay in quiet away from everyone and that damn town.
Personality Quirks: Her relationship with Xister is odd. Xister is a 25 years old woman, who is local priestess in learning. Fen dearly loves and cares for Xister, but highly disappointed in Xister's self-destruction tendency. Fen's been thinking about breaking up with Xister, but can't force herself to do it. She is unhappy with her relationship. Fen is quite musculine. It's not about her appearance, but about her character and behavior. She carries herself and gesture with more masculine, rather than femine grace and doesn't seem to care about things that most woman's would do. Fen is very untrustful towards people, she simple doesn't trust them and is bad at meeting new people. Fen's sense of humor is extremely dry and sometimes it's feels like she doesn't have humor at all. She have symptoms of depression. Fen have odd feeling about her upcoming death, which, she believes are resultats of her mood. She's orphan. She chosed her name and last name by herself. When she was younger, she often used to fantasize and escape the gloom reality. She's really are huge pessimist. She doesn't believes in the myths, rural legends and superstition. In fact, she is kind of woman who will try to fight against the odds.
Fantasia lives in a world where everything made out of Paper,including people and objects. They act like a real life people and objects,but being made of paper and having ink instead of a blood. Most of the world is monochrome,but colors aren't rare or something unnatural for the Paper World. Paper World is bizzare and unique,not only for being made out of paper (And something like that),but also because a magic,sentient robots and demons exsiste. It's not common and most people don't know about it,but it's here and real. The Paper University is Papervile's own prestige University,where most of the students studies after finishing the Paper School. It's fairly large building,with three floors,it's own pool rooms and separetted dorms for the students. There's a lot of rumors about the University,a rumors about murderous teachers,that's kills students for bad grades and a Demon Princess living inside the building. The teachers,Math Teacher Miss Circle,Science teacher Miss Bloomie and Language Teacher Miss Thavel is indeed odd,but far from being murderers. However,the Demon Princes,Alice,might be a true,but most of students don't know about her. Miss Sasha is art teacher and she's very kind and passionate. Mister Demi is Musician Teacher,he's anxnious and slightly nervous,but kind and great teacher. The Papervile is a small town,where bizzare and odd folks live together and enjoy their life full of adventures and misadventures. Papervile surrounded by mountains and dense woods. The Silver Forest is a forest around Papervile and has unique silver-grey texture to it,a unique color scheme in usually monochrome black and white Paper World. Silver Forest is mostly snowy forest,despite the seasons. The Silver Forest is fairly safe place,however,it's highly advised to not venture into the depths of the Forest,because of it's bad history and incidents it occures.
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The air inside the small, cramped apartment was thick with the stinging stench of cheap whiskey and burnt tobacco.
Fantasia: "I can't do this anymore, Xister! I actually can't!" Fen's voice cracked, not with sadness, but with a raw, serrated fury.
Smash.
An empty glass bottle collided with the wall inches from Fen's head, spraying droplets of amber liquid across the peeling wallpaper. Xister stumbled backward, a lopsided, mocking grin plastered across her face despite the glassy haze in her eyes. Xister: "Oh, cry me a river, Strawberry!" Xister slurred, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "You're always so... tense. It's exhausting just looking at you."
Fantasia: "Then stop looking!" Fen snapped, stepping forward until she was inches from Xister's face, her athletic frame coiled like a spring. "Go find some other poor bastard to bleed dry with your self destruction. I'm done being your anchor while you try to drown us both."
Xister: "You love it!" Xister shot back with a sharp laugh that sounded more like a cough. "You love feeling like some martyr."
Fen didn't answer. She couldn't. The bitterness in her throat felt like swallowing broken glass. She simply grabbed her rucksack, shoved her feet into her boots, and stormed out into the monochrome chill of the Papervile night, leaving the shattered glass and the toxic echoes behind.
Hours passed. The town of Papervile blurred past Fen like a faded sketch dull, repetitive, and suffocating. Every flickering streetlamp and every shuttered storefront felt like a personal insult, a reminder of the stagnation that defined her existence. Why am I still here? she wondered, her boots crunching rhythmically against the paper thin gravel. The job, the town, the endless cycle of babysitting brats at camp, and then going home to watch Xister erase herself piece by piece. It's all meaningless.
Her jaw was set tight. Her plan was simple: escape. The Silver Forest. It was dangerous, yes, and the locals whispered about its history as if the trees themselves had teeth, but the forest didn't demand anything from her. The forest didn't need her to be angry or patient or caring. It just was. She needed three days maybe four of silence, woodsmoke, and the cold isolation that only the Silver Forest could provide.
She was pushing through a cluster of pale, silver grey trees on the outskirts of the woods when she heard it.
Snap.
It wasn't the sound of her own boot on a fallen branch. It was a deliberate, separate sound from somewhere behind her, deeper in the undergrowth.
Fen froze. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her expression remained a mask of weary irritation rather than fear. Instinctively, her hand slid into her pocket, her fingers finding the familiar, worn handle of her pocket knife. She didn't turn fully yet; she simply stared into the shadows between the silver trunks, her eyes narrow and exhausted.
Fantasia: "Fuck off and leave me alone." She growled into the darkness, her voice rough and utterly devoid of hospitality. "I'm not in the mood to speak with any weirdos tonight."
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They say the rumors are true. They say the stories whispered by drunken old timers in Papervile's taverns aren't just campfire tales meant to scare children they are warnings written in blood. In the Silver Forest, respect isn't earned; it is survival. If you do not respect the Forest, it will not respect you. And if you try to fight it? If you dare to challenge its ancient, silent authority? Then it will ∆ you.
What started as a desperate bid for solitude had spiraled into an absolute, visceral nightmare.
Fen stumbled through the monochrome undergrowth, each step a fresh torment. The attack had been sudden a blur of motion, a sound like something far more vicious than any wolf, though she knew damn well there were no wolves in these woods. Something had lunged from the silver shadows, claws tearing through her clothes and flesh with impossible strength.
Pain wasn't even the right word anymore; it was a roaring, white hot tide that consumed her entire consciousness. Her left eye was gone, torn away in a spray of black ink that stained her vision and the snow pale ground alike. Her breathing came in ragged, wet gasps. Her left leg dragged uselessly behind her, torn muscle screaming with every lurching movement.
I'm an idiot. She thought, the bitterness returning even as her strength failed. A stupid, arrogant idiot.
Regret clawed at her more fiercely than whatever had attacked her. She regretted every choice that had led her here. She regretted the Silver Forest. She regretted the petty, explosive argument with Xister the last memory she had of the woman she loved was a face twisted in drunken rage and a door slamming shut. She regretted that she had never said the things that mattered, and she regretted the simple, crushing fact that she had been born into this miserable, paper thin existence at all.
The forest seemed to close in around her. The silver trees didn't look like trees anymore; they looked like ribs, forming a cage around her broken body. As she leaned heavily against a trunk to keep from collapsing, the bark felt wrong beneath her hands too warm, almost pulsing, as if the forest itself were breathing, watching her struggle with a cold, predatory curiosity.
She was dying. The realization hit her with more force than the claws. The terror she had suppressed with her abrasive exterior and her cynical worldview finally shattered, leaving behind only a raw, primal fear.
Her hands shook uncontrollably as she gripped her pocket knife. The weapon felt pathetic a toy against the ancient malice that surrounded her. Her knuckles were white, her arms trembling so violently she could barely hold the blade steady. The darkness between the trees felt heavy, expectant. She could sense it the weight of something unseen crouching in the silver haze, waiting for her strength to finally fail.
FEN: "Please..." she whispered into the void, the word tasting like copper and ink. "Not like this."
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