Current username: The Phantom of Paris

Character’s name: Tamara Mortensen

Character’s approx. age: 19

Character’s physical appearance: Thick, wavy deep-brown hair that reaches her shoulder blades, usually left flowing freely about her face. Thin enough to look slightly malnourished. Wide light-grey eyes that usually look slightly suspicious, as if she doesn't fully trust the world around her.

Two-paragraph sample post:

Run. Keep running. It's all that's left now, it's all I can do. Run. Each breath she took seared her lungs like fire, and even as fallen limbs and tree branches tried to trip her up, Tamara did not falter. She knew she had to keep running, no matter what. If she stopped, they would find her. It was too dangerous to stop even to breathe, a risk she was no longer willing to take. She had to keep moving forward.

Tamara had lost her shoes days ago, fallen off in her haste to get as far away from there as she could. Her hair hung haphazardly about her face, and she was minus one sleeve from an unfortunate encounter with a tree branch. Her hands and clothes were filthy, her skin bloodied and bruised. She reached up to touch her cheeks, cringing at the feel of the dried blood from the numerous cuts. Memories from that night came rushing back to her...screaming and shouting, and the blood, so much blood...

No. Don't think about that now. Just run. Just...run...

And so she did, as the sun began to set and the shadows from the trees lengthened around her. Her breath hung in the air, icy and frozen as her numb hands--it would snow soon. The wind whistled through the trees at her. Murderer, it seemed to say. Murderer.

AI: Olivia Wilde

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