OMG. The writing around the end was outstanding. I liked my character, but even with a wiped memory Elexhiia will, and always will be... a complete and total Mary Sue. I still like being from the future so if I could I'd like to make two characters. Her they are:

Name: Zoe DaVinci

Related to: Leonardo DaVinci (daughter)

Time Period: 1508

Age:14

Lives in: Florence, Italy

Appearence: olive/pinky skin, short curly brown hair, blue eyes, average height

Name: Diana Armstrong

Related to: Neil Armstrong (great-great... granddaughter)

Time Period: 2703

Age: 16

Lives in: New York, New York

Appearence: pale skin, amber eyes, dirty blonde hair, a bit above average height (just a bit)

OMG. The writing around the end was outstanding. I liked my character, but even with a wiped memory Elexhiia will, and always will be... a complete and total Mary Sue. I still like being from the future so if I could I'd like to make two characters. Her they are:

Name: Zoe DaVinci

Related to: Leonardo DaVinci (daughter)

Time Period: 1508

Age:14

Lives in: Florence, Italy

Appearence: olive/pinky skin, short curly brown hair, blue eyes, average height

Name: Diana Armstrong

Related to: Neil Armstrong (great-great... granddaughter)

Time Period: 2703

Age: 16

Lives in: New York, New York

Appearence: pale skin, amber eyes, dirty blonde hair, a bit above average height (just a bit)

Tovah!!! 

Oh my goodness, it has been a long time! Yes, we desided not to use Elexhiia unless you joined, since it's a different RP. 

Currently, Dora and Dehlia only know each other's name, and that they are friends. Nothing from part one except their proper life. You can choose what to do for Elexhiia, if you want to let her join.

I'm waiting for someone else to post so BHR and I won't be to far ahead of everyone else.

*headesk* Sorry, Tovah, I didn't see your post.

Sorry peeps I was extremely busy with two projects and studying for some tests... it prevented me from going on the computer for long and typing up my role-play. I'm going to change my character too:

Name: Autumn Flamel

Related to: Nicholas Flamel, her great-grandfather

Lives: In Paris, France in the house her ancestor lived in which is now a restaurant.

Appearance: Dark brown hair down to her elbows, pale. 5'3.

Personality: Curious, creative, always thinking up new ideas. Loves to write stories and is fascinated by many things.

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~Autumn

I ran down the cobblestone streets of Paris as fast as I could, holding a loaf of bread in one hand. 

"Sorry, excuse me," I said as I passed through the crowd of people through the streets.

"Get back here, thief!" a voice shouted behind me. My eyes widened with fear as I ran faster. The man, the owner of the bakery, was getting closer I knew now by the sound of his voice. I didn't dare to look back for fear the man would catch up to me.

"I never stole it, I bought it with my own money!" I shouted back while running through a clothesline of laundry.

"Then where's the money?" the man shouted back at me as his voice got muffled by a dress coming down from the clothesline and covering his face.

"I told you, that boy behind me in the line stole it from me!" I said. We were nearing an alley now.

"If I didn't see it, that means it didn't happen! Nothing gets by me," the man said.

I came to a sudden stop as I realized the alley came to a dead end. Some stray cats scampered away at the sight of our chase. I was trapped. Great.

"I'm telling you, I'm innocent!" I pleaded the man. 

He grinned a white grin. "Nice try, you're only telling me though." He lunged for me and I screamed. 

At the last second though, I noticed something shiny lying on the ground. In an instant I picked it up and held it in front of the man as something in it clicked. My eyes shut in the moment, I heard the man shriek. 

"Witch, witch!" he yelled. "I'm telling the whole town and we'll burn ya!" The man ran off.

Me, a witch? What was he talking about? Then I noticed the shiny thing I had picked up was on fire. It had looked like fire was coming from my hand. I dropped it in shock and the fire went out.

I slowly approached it after a few seconds. It appeared to be a small firey red box with an engraving, sort of faded: Only time itself will--

The rest was blotted out by something black, maybe paint. It was impossible to tell what the rest of the engraving said. I picked it up again, careful this time and felt a switch and flicked it. The device immediately now held a flame on top. I flicked it off.

Where should I go now that I was considered a witch? Mother and Father would be wondering where I was. Should I make a run for it to the restaurant? Before I could think some more about it, the device, the fire maker, I decided to call it, started to glow a firey red. Before I could drop it, everything went black. It was as if the sun went out.

I opened my eyes and saw I was on the deck of some ship. This couldn't be happening! How could it?

Afraid to ask anyone, I looked on the side of the ship. The Mayflower. How in the world did I get here of all places? This was where the Pilgrims and Puritans had been planning to go on. But that wouldn't happen for another ten years it was planned. This was impossible! But then again I was the great-granddaughter of the impossible Nicholas Flamel. Anything could happen.

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So, is it ok that she found a lighter in the early 1600s? I mean, she doesn't know where it's from and she thinks it's magic... She'll probably get on the Mayflower in my next post, but not just yet.

Tell me if I got anything wrong, cause I'm in a bit of a rush. I gotta go and take a shower and such :P 

edit to zoe's age: she is ten

~Zoe~ edit to age: ten

Zoe stumbled along with her paintbrush in one hand and felice, her pet mouse, in the other. She had decided that her father was jerk who cared about the silly old sciences more than her. She began to pick up her pace and soon she was sprinting towards the chapel with absolutely no idea what she would do when she got there. She reached the huge arching entrance just as it began to rain.

She hurried in snuck around all the old men her father liked and she despised and headed towards the only corner in the mostly rounded building. Nobody but her ever went in the abandoned and dusty corner. It was useless to everyone but her. Zoe liked it because you cant see in unless you walk straight up to it, take three steps back, and crane your neck to the right. She supposed that the other reason nobody ever went in was for the same reason it was hard to see in... the entrance was tiny and slanted to the right.

In here she had her own little room with a lantern, a make shift bed made out of seat coushions she had stolen from outside and a cuboard she used as a book shelf. The walls were her canvas and you couldn't see one speck of blank wall below six feet. Zoe climbed up the cuboard grabbed some of the paint at the top and began. She started to draw a scene from one of her favorite dreams.

She was standing on a boat going to africa, a land she had only ever heard of, with a smiling family including a brother and a mother. She was so caught up in her painting that she didn't notice the swirling motion the world around her was in. Zoe looked up for a minute and shreiked as the world tumbled around her, crumling, spinning and changing. She felt the ground dissapear beneath her as she tumbled head first into the darkness. Her skirt swirled around her and just as she managed to swivel into a feet first position the darkness stopped and she landed.

~Diana~ time period change: 2137

Diana swiveled to a stop when she realized that she had passed the hoverbus stop five minutes ago. She had been thinking about what she was going to get for pheobe, her sister, for christmas. She fiddled with her hair pin and headed back. The sharp peice of gold at the end dug into her soft skin as she clumsily tripped. Luckily she regained her balance before landing and poking it all the way through, but it still hurt. The blood came out slowly but every time it did the world grew hazier. It stopped soon and the world came back into focus, but something was wrong. It wasn't her world.

Sure! That idea with the lighter was great! And if we were able to somehow get our hands on a tear-infused object, we might as well get our hands on a lighter.

Top!

Merry Christmas, all! Or a late one, anyways.

~Dora~

I was looking down at the water, gripping the rail tightly in my hands. I am not going to be sick, I am not going to be sick, I chanted in my head. The waves weren't bothering me so much as the fact that I had traveled in time. Keep calm, Dora. You'll find a way out of this. just like . . . I paused in thought. Just like what? I live with my father, and often stay with Aunt Dora, the lady who started the Red Cross. I live a normal life. Yet something kept tugging at me . . . 

Suddenly, a hand touched me on the shoulder. I jumped, startled. Then, slowly, I turned around. And was attacked in a very tight embrace.

"DORA!" a strangely familiar voice shouted. I managed to look at the person who was hugging me. I smiled. Someone who I knew in this historical ship. Then I frowned. I do know her, right?

"Dehlia," I breathed, not knowing how the name escaped. "I-I know you?"

The girl pulled away from me. "You are Dora Barton . . . right?" she looked as puzzled as I felt.

My eyes widened. "Yes," I whispered. "But - but how do you know? And how do I know you?"

"I don't . . . I don't know." Dehlia Luddington - I was sure that was her name - shook her head. "But I've seen you before. And we both don't belong here."

I nodded slowly. "I was just standing there, when I felt dizzy, and . . . I was here. The Mayflower." 

Dehlia nodded. "That's right," she said. "But Dora, look." she held up a brown satchel, and opened it, taking out a book. "This is what brought me here." 

My eyes widened. "What pictures!" I exclaimed. "But, can it take you back again?"

Dehlia shook her head. "I don't think there was any mechanism to it. Even if there was, I don't know what would make it work."

I sat down on the side of the boat. "I - I think my handkerchief brought me here. But I don't have it . . ." I checked my pockets as Dehlia sat down.

The first pocket was empty. The second, also, held nothing.  But the apron pocket had a soft piece of cloth. Slowly, I pulled it out. And a stared at it. The familiar, pale pink cloth had traveled, too.

Dehlia saw me stare. "This is it, isn't it," she asked. When I nodded, she placed her hand on my shoulder. "Look at this." she said. "My favorite picture in the book. I like to think that I'm one of them." she flipped through the book and quickly found the image she was talking about. Five people were standing together in an absurd picture, which would be portraying a fantasy world. Three girls and two boys. 

Before I could look any closer, I heard someone ask the terribly familiar words. "Excuse me, sir, where am I?"

Dehlia slammed the book shut, and we both stood up, and looked around, searching teh people on board, to see who had asked that.