Warren Wakefield.
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Warren Wakefield.
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Golden Boy.

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ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD.
Reposted by Warren Wakefield.
EMBRIANA TIBER.

Healer. ARGUS agent. Medic.

A DCRP original character written by SUNDER.
November 22, 2024 at 7:58 PM
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.
November 22, 2024 at 6:20 PM
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.
November 22, 2024 at 12:42 PM
Reposted by Warren Wakefield.
— ƒєι вυятση, 𝘼𝙆𝘼, 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑰 —

— penned by brit.
November 21, 2024 at 12:34 AM
Staring down at his hands eye's lost in the wrinkles of his palms.
November 18, 2024 at 7:40 PM
Reposted by Warren Wakefield.
BE ONE WITH THE LIGHT OF HIM.
November 18, 2024 at 4:03 PM
Reposted by Warren Wakefield.
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT BUT RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.
November 17, 2024 at 5:53 PM
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?"
"Who are you?" He avoids the question, eye's narrowing suspiciously at the other.

"It's too make sure you don't hurt anyone."
"Urgh my head feels like jelly." He leaned forward, head falling into his palms.

"The door was locked...Why? Who are you?"
November 17, 2024 at 7:44 PM
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November 17, 2024 at 6:56 PM
"Urgh my head feels like jelly." He leaned forward, head falling into his palms.

"The door was locked...Why? Who are you?"
"Safe house. You're...safe."
"Wh...Where Am I?" He asks the shadows, of the dimly lit room.
November 17, 2024 at 6:37 PM
Reposted by Warren Wakefield.
— CIENN SINCLAIR. —
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- 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+.
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September 5, 2024 at 11:12 PM
"Wh...Where Am I?" He asks the shadows, of the dimly lit room.
November 17, 2024 at 6:34 PM
ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD.
November 17, 2024 at 6:34 PM