Time-Trials-OCT

The demon lay in the cell, it couldn't have been much longer than a few minutes but the pain must have made it seem like an eternity. Light from the field blazing and irradiating every last inch. Roars and growls filled the room, mixing with the cries and moans of anguish. It was a song of melancholy. An ode to death, a symphony of sorrow, a harmony of hatred. It's body but a lump of writhing tar, sticking itself to the back of the room. The red embers from hell that it called eyes appearing on the surface only for them to burn out and sink back within. It seemed to boil, bubbling, popping, spitting as if it was set aflame but the room was

“I see you have found the problem,” came the eerie, double voice of the Oracle. Father Time, still in the in the body of an ample chested woman, turned around a beamed. “Ah, Oracle. There you are!” The Oracle just stood there for a moment, as if taking in his new appearance, but decided not to comment. “So this is the rip in time and space… You always were one for puns.” It turned to the rip, about to speak again, but Fiona, bursting into tears, ran forward and clung to the Oracle. “Oracle! We have to find Ricky!!” She looked up with her large, brown eyes. She was completely human now.

Time Trials Character Bio. Identity: Scarlet Birth Name: Charlotte Lanrete (Lahn-reht) Age: 18 Race: Female Human Birthday: 3/25 Family Mother: Bella Lanrete (deceased) Father: Derfel Karanaos (deceased) Sister: Judith Lanrete (missing) Personality: Due to her curse, she isn't very talkative unless issuing orders to her army or talking to her Mage and advisor, Vaalgen. She is a tad jaded (mostly towards men) and guards her personal feelings and mood heavily. Likes: Nature, the outdoors, singing, dressing up in splendor. Dislikes: Flattery, most men, not having a choice. Appearance: Long, crimson hair, angled face and deep green e

Time Trials Audition Step 2 A Spark of Hope (author's note, please read description prior to comment and reading of this deviation. Thank you) For what felt like ages, it hurt to have her eyes open, and Charlotte felt weightless. Then it abruptly stopped, and she fell down, her feet sliding out from under her and her face meeting the floor with a bang. Somewhere, she heard the mask skittering away and realized she hadn't fastened it. After laying there for a while, head throbbing a little, she noticed the sound of clocks ticking. Curious, she raised her head and took in her new surroundings. She got up and gazed in awe at the clock covere