EMBRIANA TIBER. Healer. ARGUS agent. Medic. A DCRP original character written by SUNDER.

Books. That's where he decided to start. His head was cleared with the crisp morning air, the layer of frost that covered everything crunched beneath his steps until he had made his way to the local library, a hot coffee steaming next to his table as he was surrounded with stacks of books.

Warren sat at his workbench, the lights reflecting off his gold hands. He slipped on a pair of sleek, black gloves, feeling comfort as they concealed his metallic fingers. Sighing, he leaned his head back, a lot had happened. But sitting on it was no good. Besides. He wanted answers.

— ƒєι вυятση, 𝘼𝙆𝘼, 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑰 — — penned by brit.

Staring down at his hands eye's lost in the wrinkles of his palms.

BE ONE WITH THE LIGHT OF HIM.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT BUT RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.

The question irritates him slightly, because a gut feeling tells Warren that the man who won't reveal himself already knows. "I'm Warren. Warren Wakefield." It seems almost alien to speak but so right. So good. Finally. "Hurt who? Did I hurt anyone? Did I hurt Cienn?"

▪︎▪︎▪︎ WARREN WAKEFIELD'S JOURNAL

"Urgh my head feels like jelly." He leaned forward, head falling into his palms. "The door was locked...Why? Who are you?"

— CIENN SINCLAIR. — hidewithin.carrd.co - Original character - MVRP - 23 yrs old. She/her. - FC: Hallucineon - MDNI for mature content including violence, harsh language & gore. - Written by SUNDER. He/him, 30+. #Pinned

"Wh...Where Am I?" He asks the shadows, of the dimly lit room.

ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD.