Sigil: The City of Doors

Rena turned to look behind her at Feature's address. Was there someone else here who she hadn't met? Who was... ah./ "It's Rena," she corrected gently. "It's nice to see you again..." shit. Shit shit shit. They were the only modron she'd met personally, she should know this! "Aspect, was it? We have...

Rena stretched her back and wiped her hands on her apron. Things were about to start winding down, and they could start getting ready for the morning. That was the nice thing about helping out around here. While the rest of Sigil leaned toward one flavor of madness or another, the kitchen was consis...

Rena has a lousy B or C grade apartment in the Hive somewhere that she doesn't really spend a lot of time in, if that's anything ^^

Something was off. Granted, Rena didn't spend a huge amount of time in the madhouse. But compared to her previous visit there were certain, discrepancies. She'd only turned up because she felt it was appropriate after taking a depression nap for the past 24 hours, and the reward for her trouble is t...

Realistically speaking. This absolutely seems like a bit Quev would commit to lmao

Umm. Hi everyone! Yes sorry I haven't been all that involved, I know at least 1 person has been waiting to hear from me, but I have this really dumb stupid thing where I'm scared of new people! Which, wouldn't you know it, is *counts* almost literally all of you! I thought this being text based woul...

Bleaker depression roll: https://orokos.com/roll/985645 1d20 1 (First roll of the game let's goooooo) Rena drags herself out from the back of the pantry, groggily adjusting her apron. Somehow she just had not been able to convince herself to get out of bed this morning. But she'd promised to be here...

Name: Rena Race: Human Origin: "Sigil" (Dropped through a portal as a baby) Faction: Bleak Cabal Rank: Bleaker Build: Average Age: 23 Occupation: Professional Thief Height: 5'6” Description: In addition to the dark leather armor she usually wears, she can also often be found bearing a gloomy express...