<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Billiees10.png)</div><strong>PLAYER NAME:</strong>Wilhelmina "Billie" Hobson<br/><strong>MAJOR:</strong>Social Work<br/><strong>FROM:</strong>Atlanta, Georgia<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Clicky (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c8/e5/5f/c8e55f1acc08831a3f0082a5463af427.jpg)<br/><strong>CHARACTER NAME:</strong>Undecided<br/><strong>CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:</strong>Undecided<hr/><br/>Billie walked up and then back down the stairwell several times before she, at last, paused outside the heavy door that led to the third floor. To the meeting room. To her doom. ‘<em>Nope</em>,’ she thought, ‘<em>Positivity is the way</em>.’ She expelled a heavy breath from her lips, a bit tired from her involuntary exercise after a somewhat lengthy bike ride over to campus.<br/><br/>Lifting her hand, she reached for the door handle but snatched it back at the last second. Flinching as if she felt heat emanating from the metal. A loud groan left her, and she dropped her black shoulder bag onto the floor. She then lifted her hand and chewed at her nail. When that failed to calm her rising anxiety, she paced the floor landing and tried to remember all the good reasons not to head down the stairs and bike back to her parents’ home. Each step made her wavy hair swish at her back, much like a lupine tail.<br/><br/>For one, she desperately wanted to play Dungeons and Dragons. Watching tabletop streams no longer satisfied her. She wanted an in-person game where she could feel heroic or triumph over evil forces. Making friends was a delightful bonus. Who was she kidding? If she made friends, it would be wonderful since she had not made real connections with anyone in her classes. People were friendly to her, but it ended there.<br/><br/>But, despite her attempts to remain positive, doubt crept forward like ivy across her mind. She recalled the horror stories often posted on the D&D subreddit, where tabletop players shared their unpleasant experiences with creepy dungeon masters or being railroaded into oblivion rather than being permitted to have a real impact on the story.<br/><br/>Billie abruptly bent down and picked back up her bag. She owed it to herself to at least try and join the group. If things were less than ideal, she could always not attend the next session. Right. She nodded and opened the door. The halls were mostly vacant thanks to the late hour. As she moved through the hall, she paid close attention to the room numbers, her heart picking up its pace when she neared the designated meet-up room. Then, she found it. The door was wide open, and she heard some quiet chatter. Great; she wasn’t the first person to arrive. Taking another deep breath, she stopped hiding around the corner and stepped into view.<br/><br/>“Uh, hey!” Was her voice higher than usual? She then lifted a hand to wave at them. The guy with glasses appeared somewhat familiar to her. Maybe they took a general education class together? His name evaded her memory. The other one with a hoodie caused no recognition to spark in her mind. Her dark brown eyes shifted to the table, noticing the player’s handbook. She also had a copy tucked in her bag. Seeing the book reassured her more than the room number that she had not walked into the wrong space. “I can wait outside if you guys are discussing secret stuff. I honestly don’t mind.”<br/>