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So I am writing a book and I was thinking it would be fun to make a RP about it. So you live in a land called Kami and their are two queens. There is one queen name Rasheal (like Rachel but with a sheal instead of chal) that has blazing red eyes and short blond hair. The other queen is named Keek (just Keyk) and she has ice-blue eyes with super super SUPER long blond hair (they are sisters). The sixteen-year-olds go into the woods when they are twenty. So ya most of them have black hair. Also this is my FOURTH try for this RP please let it live!
Here is the Charrie Sheet
Name:
Age: (sixteen please)
Appearance:(again black hair please) (blond just means royal family member)
List for the woods: (example: five apples, two loaves of bread, 50 arrows, one bow, seeds, pocket knife, and a satchel to put it all in)
Which side do they choose: (Rasheal or Keek) (they eventually get in a war)
Which side are they hired by:
Job: (i am sorry but I need to approve it)
Pet for the woods: (it is the law)
Dragon for the woods: (it is the law)
Other:
I will post my charrie(s) later
submitted by Vikki, age 10, The South
(April 24, 2016 - 2:46 pm)
(April 24, 2016 - 2:46 pm)
(June 6, 2016 - 11:02 pm)
(June 7, 2016 - 12:37 am)
I'm sorry. I will be gone today and tomorrow but when I get back the first thing I will do is post.
(June 7, 2016 - 7:22 am)
Can someone else post? I don't really know what's going on, sorry.
(June 8, 2016 - 9:32 pm)
Cressida~
I hug my mother tightly, then break away and smooth my hotel uniform. My mother's cheeks are streaked with tears.
"Cress, don't leave me," she says quietly, staring at me sadly. I fight back tears of my own. I need to be strong...for her.
"I'll be back, mama," I tell her, wiping the tears from her face like she did for me when I was small.
"I...I know," she says, straightening. "I just...don't want to loose you."
"I'll have Ember and Snow," I remind her. She nods, sniffing.
"Well, you'd best be off," she tells me, her voice breaking in the middle. I nod, squeezing her one last time, filled with an achy feeling that my mother, who has been with me since I first opened my eyes, will not see me for 4 years. I walk slowly, heavily out the door, like in a dream. I have someone to see before I go to the Inquisition Office.
I rap softly on Theodore's old oak door. He flings it open mere moments after I do.
"Cressida...it's today, isn't it?" he asks me. I nod. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel wet tears drop onto my head. I've never seen him cry before. It frightens me. He breaks away and presses something into my hand, something round and smooth.
"You should have this," he tells me. "Don't look at it until you get into the woods." I nod and slip it into my pocket.
"See you in for months?" I ask him, staring into his bright green eyes. He nods.
"See you in four months." That's when he'll turn 16 and join me in the woods. I just have to hold on till then.
Now that I've said my goodbyes, I run to the Inquistion Office, Ember at my heels. I will do this. I will.
(June 15, 2016 - 1:34 pm)