Kendel Arisa

[ellodia]

HALFWAY FINISHED, Still making character.
Character’s Name: Kendel Arisa

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Test/ Out of Mansion/ Guard/ Leader/ Rai's Mansion:

Color: Teal
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Gender: Female

Age: 17

Apparent Age: 15 (looks like a child)

Hair: Dark Brunette

Eyes: Hazel

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[ellodia]

Faint whispered carried her from the depths of sleep. As Kendal’s eyes adjusted to the small crack of light the door offered, she could hear the murmurs grow in volume. Then one hushed the other, and the incomprehensible arguing progressed. Kendal attempted to decipher the words, but the language sounded foreign, maybe Russian. It was definitely a conversation between two Russians.

Where was she? What had happened? Things weren’t so clear to her. The cold cement cased her into a small cube. Her legs uncomfortably were jammed into her body. Her neck curved over into her legs, to avoid the low ceiling. Her whole body was sore. And she was hungry. Ravenous. Thirsty, too. Had she been deprived for days? Kendal reached out her fingers to feel the bar’s cold rusty surface. The light illuminated her many cuts and bruises. Shivering from the cold, her arm shriveled up, encasing her body in whatever body heat she could muster. Wasn’t there a word for this?

Right. Prisoner. Kendal spent the next couple hours listening to the constant arguing, trying to recall the events that led her to such a miserable position. But there were no explanations in her mind. In fact, there was only a blank slate whenever she tried to remember. Perhaps she was too delirious from her current state. She definitely needed something to eat. After all, one couldn’t think on an empty stomach, right? Almost brought a smile to her face. Almost.
Waiting. Were they going to let her die? How long could two Russian males continue arguing? Kendal wanted to know what they were fussing about. She also wanted food. A place to stretch out. Perhaps a gallon of water. A nice blanket. Kendal wanted a lot of things. The whispers grew to angry shouts. Then she heard a door slam. Finally it was over. The silence seemed like her only comfort.

She heard the footsteps of the remaining Russian man outside. A couple minutes passed. She heard him walking closer. A shadowy figure blocked the only light source. The Russian male opened the door timidly, peeking in. The abundance of light made Kendal’s eyes flicker shut. Too bright.

“Kendal,” He whispered, as if to wake her from a nap. She wasn’t sleeping. Kendal wondered how she ever managed to get to sleep in the first place. There was something Kendal thought of, when she heard his voice. It was like her previous mind had spoken to this blank one. A little voice message on her internal phone.
“Don’t say a word.”
Kendal decided that her old self would have probably known what she was doing. She decided to trust her instincts.

“Kendal,” He repeated louder. He crept inside the small room, wandered to where Kendal’s small cell was located. He kneeled next to her. “Kendal.” He whispered warmly. His hand had awkwardly fidgeted, as if he were inclined to touch her, but decided against it. The dim light illuminated his dark blue eyes, the stubble that lined his face. Kendal thought his hair was black. She wasn’t sure. He looked deep into her terrified eyes, examining Kendal. Then, as if remembered something terrible, his expression shifted into concern. “Kendal,” he repeated, this time with misery. Kendal stared blankly into his eyes as he did into hers. But she never said a word.