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A small girl, looking maybe four or five years old, wanders in. She stays close to the shadows and as far from any direct sunlight as she possibly can. She's thin and pale and curious, her hair long, thick and caught somewhere between golden and brown. Her eyes are sometimes the colour of honey and sometimes the colour of the sky as they dart about to take in as much as she can and her tiny, bandaged hands tug lightly at her vaguely stained little dress.
Hello. I seem to have lost my mother on my way here. I seem to have lost all of the Breed, really. But...if I'm going to be here...perhaps I can find some friends. You see, I don't often have friends. Mother is very protective and there were always so few children in Midian and now Midian is gone... I've never truly had playmates.
She bites her lip lightly and tugs at her dress again.
I'm sorry. It's been so long since I was the new one. I nearly forgot. My name is Babette. And I do hope that it's very nice to meet you all.
(Babette comes from the novel Cabal by Clive Barker, made into the movie Nightbreed back in 1990. She's an...odd child, to say the least. Just how odd, you'll have to wait and see.)
Hello. I seem to have lost my mother on my way here. I seem to have lost all of the Breed, really. But...if I'm going to be here...perhaps I can find some friends. You see, I don't often have friends. Mother is very protective and there were always so few children in Midian and now Midian is gone... I've never truly had playmates.
She bites her lip lightly and tugs at her dress again.
I'm sorry. It's been so long since I was the new one. I nearly forgot. My name is Babette. And I do hope that it's very nice to meet you all.
(Babette comes from the novel Cabal by Clive Barker, made into the movie Nightbreed back in 1990. She's an...odd child, to say the least. Just how odd, you'll have to wait and see.)