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Ice, fire, nature and darkness,
The four clans of Amesria.
Three good and one heartless,
The darkness is gone and forgotten.
The Icelings have ice powers and live on sheet ice/tundra. Flamelings have fire powers and live in the desert. And Sproutlings have nature powers and live in the forest. They are the three clans of Amesria. But our characters have to stop the Darklings, the fourth and final clan, from destroying Amesria. Here are my characters.
Name: Ember
Age: 13
Appearance: Neck length red hair that darkens at the end. She has brownish skin with freckles. Firey orange eyes with speckles of red. Medium hieght.
Personality: Feisty and kind of grumpy. But once you get to know her, she is nice.
Clan: Flamelings
Gender: Female
Backstory: Uh, I'll get back to that later.
Animal friend (optional): Smoky, a gray cat with amber eyes.
Name: Ice
Age: 14
Appearance: Extremely pale blue messy hair that is almost white. Very pale skin. Tall for his age. Pale blue eyes like chips of ice.
Personality: Very bitter and unhumorous. He thinks games are a waste of time, and is very serious. Untrusting and grumpy.
Clan: Icelings
Gender: Male
Backstory: Both of his parents died when he was very little, so he is an orphan. He lives with his fun-hating aunt, who has an unusual obsession with glaciers.
submitted by BumbleBuddy, age Ageless, Nowhere
(April 17, 2016 - 3:31 pm)
(April 17, 2016 - 3:31 pm)
I am a time traveler. In ancient times, I was free to roam. No more, no more...
(April 30, 2016 - 9:48 am)
I sigh and look at the cursed crown as I pace the tiny room. Why do I have to be chosen to be queen? I do not want to create chaos! So now the other Darklings are locking me up until I come to my senses. Well, they will have to wait a long time. I throw the dark crown against the wall, and there is a dull thud. This tower suppresses my powers. Well, my Darkling powers.. Ever since I was young, I have had.. Other powers. Like talking to people across the globe, like I am now.
(April 30, 2016 - 10:54 am)
"No!" I shout, staring at the limp form of my aunt. Her piercing blue eyes are now dull, while her pale skin looks even paler. The Darkling turns and looks at me. "Your turn." she hisses icily. I summoun my ice powers, shooting a column of freezing particles at her. The Darkling is rapidly encased in ice. With her out of the way, I rush to Aunt Berg and hug her. For the first time since my parents died, I cry.
Crackle. Hearing a cracking noise, I whip my head around. The Darkling is breaking free of the ice!
(April 30, 2016 - 2:24 pm)
I try to make the Darkling freeze again. I want no problems today. I hear it erupt into flames. I no longer sense it's prescience. How?
(April 30, 2016 - 3:37 pm)
So, I can destroy. Let's see if I can make her Aunt live again... Yes! I feel the life returning to her limp form!
(April 30, 2016 - 3:40 pm)
Please be your own character, Miss T. Not mine.
(April 30, 2016 - 4:32 pm)
Oopsies. Sorry. But Ice is a guy...
(April 30, 2016 - 5:21 pm)
Suddenly, the realization of what I have done washes over me. I have ended the life of one of my own, and saved the life of another. I collapse on the floor, sobbing.
(April 30, 2016 - 4:20 pm)
Later that evening, guards come in to check on me and give me the food I need now that my powers are gone. I eat the tasteless bread and the dry celery only because I need to. I ask for a change of bedding. As usual, they deny it. Oh well. I will get away anyhow...
(April 30, 2016 - 6:11 pm)
~Ice~
I watch as the Darkling bursts into black, heatless flames. My gaze turns back to my aunt, whose chest is rising and falling lightly. "Aunt Berg!" I cry. She wraps her arms around me weakly. "How...how did this happen?" I ask her. "I don't know." Aunt Berg answers, the strength in her voice returning. "I don't know."
~~~
Spirit-rain said whir! She said whir! I don't know what she meant though...
(May 1, 2016 - 10:09 am)
I tie the few possessions I have together and throw them out the window in a rope. I carefully climb down. Unfortunately, they do not reach all the way and I have to jump the last twenty feet. I let go with a gasp. I fall into a patch of dead roses. The thorns have no effect on me. I am free!
(May 1, 2016 - 1:54 pm)
I run as fast as I can, which is quite fast. I run toward the feelings that are the strongest, to the scene of the attack. It will take me a while to reach it. It is over a thousand miles away, but panic and joy lend me wings.
(May 1, 2016 - 6:39 pm)
Sorry about the confusion. Let's pretend I said he.
(May 1, 2016 - 1:56 pm)
Okay.
(May 1, 2016 - 4:03 pm)
Wait... hold on a sec, I'm confused.
Miss T, I don't think I ever saw your character sheet? (Sorry if I sound like I'm interrogating you. I'm not trying to!) So, who is your charrie supposed to be? I kind of confused on what's going on with your character.
(May 1, 2016 - 8:10 pm)