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Here is my character for the Romantically Apocalyptic OC Contest. Photoshop was included, because she's adorable.

The Kleptomaniac (Klepto for short). Level-headed at a first glance, but when her eyes catch an object that she must have, it becomes her mission to have it in her possession, no matter the costs. Klepto understands the consequences of her actions, but the nagging desire to take take take is what drives her forward. She has no issues with walking right up to someone and trying to grab something while they're looking directly at her. Sometimes she talks to the objects as if they can talk back to her, as company is limited in the wasteland.

I am by no means a writer. At all. But I wanted to give a little more of Klepto's personality without listing details.

"Snap.

With a quick intake of air, Klepto held her breath.

Five seconds. Ten seconds.

Nothing.

Phew. Carefully stepping over the stacks of bones on the ground, black boots tip-toed towards the creature in its deep slumber. It hadn't woken up from the snap of a shin bone breaking underneath her foot, so she was good to go.

Klepto walked towards the giant worm, and gagged. It was disgusting. A deep red was leaking out of it's mouth, dribbling onto the waste-ridden ground and staining the bones that were previously stripped clean. Its cracked skin shifted as each low snore rumbled through it's body, and Klepto tilted her head to examine the many closed eyes. As her own eyes drifted upwards, she spotted what she was looking for: a pretty, pink bow. It seemed utterly flawless compared to the monster it sat on.

"There you are, sweety. You're looking delightful today."

Stepping closer to the beast, Klepto reached upwards and grabbed a hold of the bow. Taking it into her hand, she tugged. It pulled free easily, and before she could put it in her pocket, she noticed several bright objects on the other side of the thing's head.

At least 8 other bows.

Klepto's eyes widened, and her breathing quickened. She had to have them. Had to. The were so beautiful clean lovely delicious wonderful and she didn't feel her feet take her to the other side of the creature. From that angle, the bows almost sparkled. There was nothing else in the world she wanted. She had to have more bows.

One bow. Two bows. Klepto plucked each of them off with ease. As she reached for the third last bow, she felt a tug. It was caught on the creature's cracked skin. She pulled harder, and it didn't come off. Klepto grit her teeth and ripped the bow off, taking bits of skin with it.

A growl.

Klepto smiled as she gripped her new bows in her gloved hand, and she held them against her chest. Something shifted, and before she knew it, hot breath flooded the space around her.

With a shriek, Klepto was on her feet and running as fast as she could away from the monster. She could hear slithering behind her, and the breath was unwavering. It gave a loud roar, and in that moment, all Klepto thought was why the hell was it wearing bows?"

Done for the Romantically Apocalyptic OC Contest [link]

Romantically Apocalyptic (c)

Description
Here is my character for the Romantically Apocalyptic OC Contest. Photoshop was included, because she's adorable.

The Kleptomaniac (Klepto for short). Level-headed at a first glance, but when her eyes catch an object that she must have, it becomes her mission to have it in her possession, no matter the costs. Klepto understands the consequences of her actions, but the nagging desire to take take take is what drives her forward. She has no issues with walking right up to someone and trying to grab something while they're looking directly at her. Sometimes she talks to the objects as if they can talk back to her, as company is limited in the wasteland.

I am by no means a writer. At all. But I wanted to give a little more of Klepto's personality without listing details.

"Snap.

With a quick intake of air, Klepto held her breath.

Five seconds. Ten seconds.

Nothing.

Phew. Carefully stepping over the stacks of bones on the ground, black boots tip-toed towards the creature in its deep slumber. It hadn't woken up from the snap of a shin bone breaking underneath her foot, so she was good to go.

Klepto walked towards the giant worm, and gagged. It was disgusting. A deep red was leaking out of it's mouth, dribbling onto the waste-ridden ground and staining the bones that were previously stripped clean. Its cracked skin shifted as each low snore rumbled through it's body, and Klepto tilted her head to examine the many closed eyes. As her own eyes drifted upwards, she spotted what she was looking for: a pretty, pink bow. It seemed utterly flawless compared to the monster it sat on.

"There you are, sweety. You're looking delightful today."

Stepping closer to the beast, Klepto reached upwards and grabbed a hold of the bow. Taking it into her hand, she tugged. It pulled free easily, and before she could put it in her pocket, she noticed several bright objects on the other side of the thing's head.

At least 8 other bows.

Klepto's eyes widened, and her breathing quickened. She had to have them. Had to. The were so beautiful clean lovely delicious wonderful and she didn't feel her feet take her to the other side of the creature. From that angle, the bows almost sparkled. There was nothing else in the world she wanted. She had to have more bows.

One bow. Two bows. Klepto plucked each of them off with ease. As she reached for the third last bow, she felt a tug. It was caught on the creature's cracked skin. She pulled harder, and it didn't come off. Klepto grit her teeth and ripped the bow off, taking bits of skin with it.

A growl.

Klepto smiled as she gripped her new bows in her gloved hand, and she held them against her chest. Something shifted, and before she knew it, hot breath flooded the space around her.

With a shriek, Klepto was on her feet and running as fast as she could away from the monster. She could hear slithering behind her, and the breath was unwavering. It gave a loud roar, and in that moment, all Klepto thought was why the hell was it wearing bows?"

Done for the Romantically Apocalyptic OC Contest [link]

Romantically Apocalyptic (c)