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Tree Town RP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tree Town RP!!!!!!!!!!!!
I try not to have more than one Rp at once...but this idea was amazing!!!!!!
In the small average town of Zuhaitz Herria *Tree town* there are no large mansions or castles. No more then average houses. Nothing more than average and nothing less. Until you reach the center. From the sky you can tell the town is round, a small spiral, leading to the center. The tree. The largest tree you would ever see. It covers most of the houses along the inner spiral road. Its leaves are various colors, you could almost call them personality leaves, Nortasun Hostoak. But the leaves are falling. For ages new leaves have sprouted for new life. Every leaf is a life in the town. But the leaves are falling, people are dying. With absoultly no cause. Something is causing this, and we need to find out what. We need to find out before all the leaves fall. The town gathered us. People each of a different Nortasun.
Personalities!!!! (Nortasun!!!)
Red Hostoak: A fiery personality. Someone who is quick to anger, but strong and brave.
Blue Hostoak: A shy personality. Someone who rarely smiles, but has many hidden talents.
Green Hostoak: A happy personality. Someone who always laughs, but isn't the brightest.
Grey Hostoak: A bland personality. Someone who doesn't understand smiles, but is very smart.
Pink Hostoak: A sassy personality. Someone who is a total girly-girl, but is very defiant.
Purple Hostoak: A regal personality. Someone who thinks themself the best, but can strategize.
Black Hostoak: A dark personality. Someone who hates brightness, but can predict outcomesish
Brown Hostoak: A mixed personality. Someone who can blend in, but makes a great spy.
Magenta Hostoak: A romantic personality. Someone who always thinks people are in love....
Only... 9 people can join, (Including me). One charrie per person!!! And, we need guys!
Character form:
Name:
Age: (13-15)
Hostoak/Personality:
Appearance: (Eye color is the same as your leaf.)
Mother's Maiden name:
Other:
Okay!! There we go. The Mother's Maiden name is something I think might come in use.
My charrie!!!!!!
Name: Adira Forkestar
Age: 14
Hostoak/Personality: Brown/She is one of those people who don't just know where they belong. She can make herself fit in anywhere, and thats why a lot of people know her. Her leaf isn't rare, there just aren't as many as the others. She would be great for going undercover. And she can manipulate.
Appearance: She has big, brown eyes that show her curiosity. Her hair is hazel colored and loosely curled. It reaches her lower back. She is tall and gracefull, with a round, freckled face. She usualy wears her dresses, as all women are required, but for their quest she wears pirate-like clothes.
Mother's Maiden name: May.
Other: Her passion is singing. And she is good at it to. She often sings to the town some Medieval ballads she 'found.'
Just to let you know this is in a Medeival time period. And I was thinking the Pink Hostoak could be the Mayors daughter/son, or whatever.
submitted by Katydid
(July 13, 2015 - 2:51 pm)
(July 13, 2015 - 2:51 pm)
Oh, minor detail...
Siress is the last living turquoise. Everyone else is dead.
PLEASE READ SIRESS' BACKSTORY!
(July 29, 2015 - 10:26 pm)
Oops, forgot about that part. :)
(July 29, 2015 - 11:11 pm)
(July 29, 2015 - 6:51 pm)
*Facepalms* now I feel shtoopid.
Oh well.
Okay, but honestly, why would they try to destroy the turquoise? Ok, lets just say Siress was chosen, and Adira told her so.
(July 29, 2015 - 11:17 pm)
Okay, no. I will tell you the story in clearer terms (PLEASE READ!!!):
The Purple Hostoaks, being the "rich" ones (because they're regal and powerful), felt like the turquoise ones were trying to take over Zuhaitz Herria and turned against them. They told the pinks that the turquoise were evil and the pinks and magentas spread horrible humors about the things the turquoises had done.
Siress was the only one to survive the attacks.
Siress' opinions on the leaves:
Blues: possibly her favorites.
Greens: she's friendly to them.
Browns: likes them, they interest her.
Greys: thinks they're rather droll, but is businesslike with them. She thinks they take themselves too seriously ("I'm as smart s them, but I know how to smile.")
Magentas: dislikes them
Pinks: hates them
Purples: forgave them
Black: thinks they're goth.
(July 30, 2015 - 4:05 pm)
Everybody is drawing trees, so here you go!
Ignore the random girl.
This tree is one of the worst I have drawn, but it shows how big the tree is.
(July 30, 2015 - 8:26 pm)
Here we go!
(July 30, 2015 - 8:56 pm)
Katydid, you are such an amazing artist! I do a little drawing myself, but nothing this good! Oh yeah, and how did you post it? My dad is a computer programmer, and even he couldn't figure it out.
(July 30, 2015 - 10:38 pm)
You post the picture on another website, right click it, and select "Copy Image."
Thanks again, but this tree isn't really my best. I'm glad you think its good though!
(July 31, 2015 - 11:33 am)
It didn't show the whole picture. I think it was because of how skinny the section was. Maybe you could repost it in an entirely new comment?
(August 2, 2015 - 4:19 pm)
Willow~
I sit at my desk and ponder on what to bring. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.. "You're ticking again." I look at my brother who is standing in the doorway. "What do you want?" "Oh, I've just been wondering why the mayor chose someone like you." I roll my eyes. He and basically everyone in the village has teased me. Mostly because I 'tick' when I am thinking hard. "Maybe it's because I have brains," I say cooly. He leaves, trying to think of a good comeback. It doesn't take a genius to know that we aren't genetically related. We are practically opposites. His blonde and blue hair contrasts to my bright red hair. And don't get me started on personality. I pull out a brown leather bag and start to pack some clothes, some of my tools, and other things I may need.
(July 30, 2015 - 11:22 pm)
Adira~
I lean my head on my front door. "Darling..." My mom's voice. "She's growing up so fast and it is so dangerous! Will we ever see our daughter again?!"
"Now,now." Dad. His voice is emtionless, which usually means he is very disheartened. "It will be alright. We should be proud of our daughter."
"I am but.." My mom breaks down into tears and I decide to sneak in my window.
~~~~~
I sit on my bed when Mom opens the door. "Adira! You're home? When did you-"
"I uh..."
Her eyes reveal she knows I heard her crying. "Oh Honey..." More tears.
"Mom. I'll be O.K."
~~~~~
I finish packing. Just a satchel (remember, medieval.) Some rope. Some of my moms special sun-protection stuff. A large, leather, water bag my dad made to go on my belt. A knife my brother gave me for my 12th birthday that I put in my belt too. A light jacket that is easy to carry and could be used for another bag. Some flint and steel, along with a small can of fire lighter fluid stuff. And leather hair-ties.
I sit down with a sigh, looking at my bag. The clothes I am wearing traveling are pirate-like. The coat is water-resistant. It hold in heat when buttoned and isn't too hot when open. It is light and everything. I have a sash that could easily be used to wrap a....wound. The pants are poofy, light, and I could turn them into shorts. I'll just wear boots for shoes.
(got that over with. Phew. And im typing on my Ipod)
(July 31, 2015 - 7:05 pm)
Siress-
My mind is made up. I'll go visit Adira.
I tap on her window and she lets me in. "Hi!" she says, "so tell me: what's a turquoise leaf?"
"It's special. It's kind of like a blue leaf," I say, not wanting to go into too much detail.
"So why aren't there others?" Adira asks.
"They're gone," I say flatly, in a voice that brooks no further discussion.
"Okay," she says, surprised.
"Don't tell the others, but I'll be following you," I tell her.
She nods and pulls her fingers in a zipping motion across her mouth, grinning.
I wave and leap out the window, dashing into the mist of my stream.
(Also, Katydid, I think it's kind of rude to say "Your backstory doesn't make sense, let's go with what I say." My backstory did make sense and I even cleared it up.)
(August 1, 2015 - 12:26 pm)
sorrysorrysorrySORRY I haven't posted! *bleep*
Changing Quill's personality: Quill is a bit shy, and has probably WAY more sympathy than other Black leaves. He gets depressed at times, and has a dark sense of humor.
And appearance: Jet black eyes, palish skin, pale white-blue hair. Tall.
Quill~
The Black leaves were never liked.
Their dark personalities, their sense of what's right, and what's wrong, and their depressing backstories.
Which means I was also never liked. I'm shy, I'm sympathetic, and I'm not as harsh as the other black leaves. And I don't look like a Black leaf. Black eyes, yes, but my white-blue hair really makes me stand out.
So, what does that mean? I have no friends. No luck. And no glory. Which is why I was surprised when I was picked as chosen. Me? What about Buck, that muscled strong kid that always got what he wants? Or Mel, the crazy and stylish girl who strangely resembles a pick leaf. Why me?
But then, I predicted it. Like everything else I predict. Because life is predictable, at least in a Black leaf's eyes. I mean, wasn't it the mayor that kept looking me straight in the eye? I thought at first he was glaring at me, because he didn't like me. Or maybe straight through me, a bad way to ignore me. Well, it was because he somewhat... Well... I'm not quite sure.
Traveling around the wide paths that stretched along the houses, I decide I should go to the stream. Maybe I may meet others there? More chosens? I wasn't able to meet the others, as they wheren't to keen in meeting me.
A girl. She is happy, I can tell, by the way her eyes shine with happiness as she relaxes in the small river. I go closer.
"Who're ar- Oh. A black leaf." She groans slightly, quiet but I know she did. Because I'm... A black leaf. Maybe if she knows I'm better than the others, she may be... Friendly?
"I'm Quill. Quill Dilk."
(August 1, 2015 - 3:38 pm)
"Oh," I'm surprised this boy seems so social.
"Yeah, I'm friendlier than the others," he says, with his black leaf accent. All leaves have accents: grey leaves have the most unnoticeable one and violets the most noticable, theirs being very regal an almost British in inflexion.
Blacks sound a bit like violets, but sadder, quieter, and less arrogant.
"So what color leaf are you?" Quill asks, narrowing his eyes to gad at my face.
"Turquoise, and I assume you're a black leaf?" I say quickly.
"Yes," he sighs, clearly not a fan of his color.
"You are more capable than you think, but the purples may have stamped your abilities out. Just as well," I sigh, looking away, "no offense, but the blacks abused their powers."
"Oh..." he says, bemused, "what powers?"
"I have to go!" I say, ending the conversation and swimming away.
"Wait! What's your name?" he calls.
"Siress," I say, "Siress Serekur."
Crypto, my CAPTCHA, has a pottymouth... not telling what he said but yikes.
(August 2, 2015 - 2:47 pm)