<div class="floatright">(http://rusava.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/steveargyle-chandra-notablaze-2010.jpg)(http://www.jasonchanart.com/gallery/2011/chandra.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Victoria Blaze, Lavamancer</strong><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bicurious<br/><strong>Loation:</strong>Funeral<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one in particular<br/><br/>Vicky dressed as she usually did, in her Brinestone armour and gauntlets. It was her flame that marked the occasion as somber. Her entire body was wreathed in flame, but not flicking and dancing as usual. the soft glow of her fire was smooth like slow moving whisps. She could only think back about how she had promised to give Zach her full attention and pleasure...and how she could now never do that. She was both perplexed, and upset. How could a PC die like that...and how could a player die in real life because of it. All those times she had been so reckless and bold, she had put others and herself in danger often narrowly escaping death and respawning. In fact, she had never had to respawn...but now. It was life and death for real.<br/><br/>She saw Eldrith standing alone, her sadness almost palpable. Vicky walked over to her and embraced her, letting her fire sooth Eldrith, warming her gently. "I'm so sorry Eldrith...I didn't see this coming...None of us did."