The London Bridge Is Falling Down (private roleplay)

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    This is the roleplay thread, post the characters here and decisions will be made within the roleplay.


    Private roleplay!

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    She groaned and stood, abandoning her work. The young duchess was bored of it; the work and such, and craved doing something fun. "{Insert Your Character's Name Here}!" she called, her hand reaching beneath her thick mass of curls and against the tattoo-like mark on the nape of her neck. The mark of a contract. The mark that sells Francia Aguirre's soul to a demon.
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