* METANOIA ( — POLLS // )
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[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]It’d be quite lovely and fun to have more people participating in shaping my choose your own adventure novel series, Metanoia, by voting for most wanted dire dialogues and choices, so this thread is specifically for the sneaky little readers / voters out there! Although, I won’t be sharing the chapters on here, so if anyone out there who is fully interested in reading them, do not hesitate pm me! For those who just want to vote for the fun of it, that’s more than okay too! I will just try to provide as much context as possible. I kindly ask you to please do not post or take anything from here and the story. Thank you so much for participating in my story in any sort of shape and form! <33
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[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]* Who are you?
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[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Choose which basic character outline do you want to see of the protagonist!
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OPTION A ( 3 )
Born and raised in brimstone and hellfire. Sharp tongue, bruised skin, there is devotion in your heart. Recklessness and carelessness runs through veins, flesh burns in excitement to conquer over life and death beneath heated armor. Hot breaths catching for conflicts, giving out smiles too twisted for them to define either benevolence or menace. You seek freedom and if it means finding them behind cracked bones and torn out tissues, so be it. Child to the parents who taught you how to live violently. ( Fighter - Chaotic Neutral - 5+ Strength & 5+ Constitution )

OPTION B ( 2 )
Born and raised with soils and herbs. Hard nails, stained skin, there is dedication in your body. Iron bones ring tenderness like church bells. Holy temple sets within ribcage, your heartbeats being the prayers to your life, your existence. Slim fingers curl lovingly around stems of roses, uncaring of the delicate beauty’s little bites. They only pull and pull and pull until the garden is full of honey blood; stubborn love. Child to the parents who taught you how to live stubbornly. ( Ranger - Lawful Neutral - 5+ Defence & 5+ Willpower )

OPTION C ( 0 )
Born and raised under clouds and stars. Smooth hair, softened skin, there is imagination in your soul. Arts and crafts form and spin beneath fingertips and before eager mouth, painting the sky in shades from sweet sapphire to glorious gold. Your arms hang free for the winds to guide you through life, even if you stumble and fall. Awareness wraps around the idea that bruises and scars are made to be morals and lessons. Child to the parents who taught you how to live gratefully. ( Speaker - Chaotic Neutral - 5+ Intelligence & 5+ Charisma )

OPTION D ( 0 )
Born and raised through rivers and oceans. Wild eyes, salted skin, there is affection in your mind. Opinions and thoughts spill from tender throat as they are milk and honey: Rich, and sugary, and divine. Memories ever brush against delicate brain, easily influenced to follow after fairytales and shooting stars. Control over dead streams is lost in the abyss, ever running are they, ever dangerously free are you. Child to the parents who taught you how to live softly. ( Healer - Lawful Neutral - 5+ Wisdom & 5+ Dexterity )
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