Typhoonflame

Being the mayor or not meant nothing to Tara, so as soon as the guy even mentioned his rank, she frowned, glaring daggers. Then someone else stepped in and dragged her away. *Huh, how lucky for him.* Tara thought. *But also lame, imagine! A mayor has to be saved by a lowly person. Hilarious...* She shook her head in amusement. She didn't resist the other person's pull, just blinked at him in surprise. "I wasn't going to kill..." She paused. "That was an NPC? I thought he was, you know, like us! A person!" She hated how life-like some of the NPCs in this game were, sometimes she wrongly a

Tara frowned as she walked the streets of the Town of Beginnings. Being able to actually walk was something she was still getting used to, so she promised herself to stay on the First Floor until she could get the hang of it. The noise here and all the incessant shouting certainly wasn't helping her temper either. Walking past the stalls, she breathed in the smells of fresh produce being sold. Then, with a twinge of sadness, she remembered that these smells were artificial, all the food was. Some of it looked delicious, but whenever she recalled it wasn't actually real...she often lost her app

Profile: Username: Typhoonflame Real name: Tara Guild: Firm Anima Age: 26 Gender: Female Height: 1.52 m Sexuality: Pan/demisexual Note: Has cerebral palsy. Appearance: Short light-skinned girl with dark brown hair that's almost always in a ponytail reaching past her shoulders. Her eyes are also dark brown and she has long brown eyelashes. She usually wears a purple shirt with a flame on it and some blue jeans, coupled with black trainers. Always wears blue and pink-rimmed square-shaped glasses and a leather bracelet with a heart pendant. Tara never wear