Ivory sat in her room, her prison Bina had made especially for her. Ivory has forgotten how long she has been without food or water or how long she has been outside. This didn't necessarily upset Ivory, but she would have preferred she had at least the smallest bit of freedom, yet understands why she isn't allowed that privilege. There were many security measures taken. Camera on each side of the corner of the room, a collar on her neck that would send a violent shock if she even poked a finger outside the room, and many more, but she was happy she was given so much attention about that. As far as Ivory knows, Bina has taken everything away from her, from her research lab, to even her own creations. She was only allowed to keep one thing: The plague doctor mask, her priced possession.
Sitting on her bed, she looked at the mask and back at the ceiling, thinking to herself. Knowing she wouldn't be leaving the room anytime soon and not having anything else to do, she summon a large grimoire titled, "The History of Slay." This book has been passed down for centuries from old family relatives, and now she holds it.
Ivory looked at the book, smirking. Attached to the book was her pen. Every ancestor had their own book and their own writing utensil whether it being ink and a feather, or a mere pencil, but the utensil and the book would change to fit the ancestor who currently owned it.
Ivory, after a very long time, opened the book and got her pen. She closed her eyes, flipped to an empty page and wrote down at the top of it, "Ivory Slay."
Ivory finally tells more about her time in this world. Are you ready for it?
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Ivory Slay: Origins
Mystery / ThrillerA character I hold dear to my heart. A character that just started off as a Roblox RP character on VK and turned into something so much more, so much that I take this character to be some kind of reflection of me. This character, until the end of my...
