<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2040274#pid2040274">Ophelia Fitzalan</a><br/>Stasis Pod within the Ticonderoga Class Ship<br/>Morning Watch, though she doesn't know it yet<br/>Tagged: All<br/><br/><br/>Blankness, unending emptiness...Ophelia’s entire existence had narrowed to at best, repeats of dim bleak memories and at worst, absolute and utter desolation. She was trapped somehow, but she had no idea where or why, what she had done to deserve this merciless punishment. Perhaps this was hell and she deserved each tormented moment locked away as she was, not able to move or even wake completely.<br/><br/>There had been occasions that she had fought whatever it was that so expertly trapped her, and had stirred just enough to regain a slight amount of awareness that she comprehended for a few precious seconds what her otherwise veiled sight perceived. These visions had been so horrific that Ophelia had long since given up fighting to escape the quicksand that bound her so relentlessly.<br/><br/>Emaciated faces had stared down upon her, seemingly frozen in eternal terror. Their eyes glassed over in a grey film, lips pulled to tight, making their teeth monstrous and sinister. Even the few times she had fought her way to the surface, and hadn’t been surrounded by nightmarish beings, the intense pain raging throughout her chest and muscles sent her scurrying back into the abyss.<br/><br/>Though she continued to hope and to fight, emerging each time she found the strength of body and soul...until the last time. She somehow knew it was taking longer and longer between each moment of semi-consciousness, but the need for new stimulus, something other than the stark emptiness drove her to continue her attempts. Only this time…she found her brother. His smile, the warm charming expression she remembered with happiness and joy was now a twisted and terrifying vision, sneering down at her in accusation.<br/><br/>Her heart had bleed seeing him suspended over her and from that moment she had willed her body to die, she no longer wanted to fight. She just wanted to die...but even that was denied her in her ruthless prison. Submerging herself deep into the emptiness, Ophelia didn’t try to escape again.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>She was sitting in her old room, listening as her brother told her how he and his friend had tricked their teacher into letting them out of class early. As she looked around, everything appeared washed out, resembling an old painting, faded from years in the sun. She was smiling at her brothers antics and struggling to hear the story. Her brows wrinkled, wondering why everything seemed so dim...foggy.<br/><br/>Ophelia jumped when a soothing female voice came out of nowhere.<br/><br/>Pod?<br/><br/>Jin?<br/><br/>She didn’t understand what was going on, but the more the woman spoke, everything around her seemed to fade even more. There was something itching at the back of her mind, an answer to what was happening, but she couldn’t reach it.<br/><br/>Something about a ship?<br/><br/>Was she out at sea? Everything was a confusing jumble that Ophelia couldn’t seem to make sense of, but the voice continued to talk to her, keeping her from panicking completely, even if she didn’t understand half of what she was hearing. The more she heard, the more she wanted to meet the person behind the bewildering and engaging words.