
Just once...
I need to, just once...
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch...
Name: Ira
Age: Unknown
Species:TOUCH Unknown
Species:
Sex: Female-ish
Eyes: Blaring white touch
Hair: touchMidnight black
Eyes: Blaring white touch
Hair: touchMidnight black
Faction: Unaligned
Rank: TOUCH Unknown
Whatever this creature was, it doesn't matter now. Its head has been filled with stories, legends, of a being so perfecttouch that all its thoughts have been consumed - its purpose corrupted. There is only one thing that Ira exists for nowtouch... Only one simple thought that exists in her mindtouchtouch... She must touch. The cost is steep, the outlook on success nearly non-existant... But if the being lives, and the tales are true... Ira will die for the chance to lay hands on its majesty. One fleeting glance of fingertips... Yes. She must. She will.