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Name: Brooke
Class: Necromancer
Age: 15
Race: (Undead) Meerkat
Grinding claws through soil, pushing lips past Earth, into the air, breathing deep for the first time in who knows how long. Deep sighs of exhaustion before a glance around, Brooke took a look towards a nearby chapel and cocked her head. Such an old building. Ruins--nearly. The walls crumbling, roof collapsed with ware and age, with so many vines creeping along the very frame of the magnificent stature. Upon death, such a building ad not yet been resurected. She was unaware of how long she'd been underground.
Rising and swanging in the breeze, limbs still quaking and shivering from the cold hands of disease, she wrapped her small hands over her shoulders, trying to get warm but unable to succeed. A momentary though crossed her mind. What sort of world had she woken into? What sort of things awaited her beyond the rusted metal gates at the end of the courtyard? In such a state she'd have difficulty, that was certain.
Fearing what lay beyond, taking a hold of her staff--twice the size of her small body-- Brooke began to walk. Slowly, shaking, towards the gate, to adventures unknown.
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