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Moonlight slanted through the dark autumn leaves, dancing along the damp, dew soaked forest floor in a twirling pattern. The heavy mist hung around the boy's trembling , ice cold fingers like a disease, as if wrapping itself around his soul reminding him that his life would never be the same again. Wether it was for better or worse, Jaron new the change would be dramatic, and he would rather not witness it.
The forest around him was still, except for the soft waving of the pearly leaves in the soft breeze. The moon looked down at Jaron, waþching his every move, waiting for what would come next. It was dead quiet. Too quiet. The time had come, it was midnight. The time when everything is still and the world seems to stop spinning for one long minute before it regains it's speed and cascades through space as if nothing ever happened.
This was the moment Jaron had been waiting for. The boy quickly lifted his leather pouch and lifted out a strong shortbow which he loaded with a gleaming, silver-tipped arrow and readied himself, every muscle in his body tensed. He heard the crack of a twig being snapped under the foot of an animal. Maybe a human. Maybe a deer. Maybe something...else...Jared turned his head towards the sound, aimed his arrow and let go.
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So this is sort of an adventure/fantasy story where five main characters from different nationalities are transported from Earth to Everset by accident, and against thier will, through shards of a special type of crystal, the most powerful gem in Everset. They find the boy, Jaron who was banished from his home town when his people where cast with a spell that turned their hearts cruel and twisted, and can only be healed with the One Crystal. They set out on a journey to find the crystal that will turn Jaron's life back to normal and send the five charecters home.
I will select the charecters at random by the 17th, so please hurry! I will need 5 Main charecters, 2 villians, and as many secondary charecters as possible. Please tell me if you would like you're charecter to be a villian or not, and those charries who are not mains will be secondary charries.
Name:
Age: (10+ please)
Gender:
Nationality: (they can be from anyway, just as long as they have learnt the English language)
Appearance:
Personality:
Species: (elf, human, ect.) If they are from Earth they must be human.
Hero or Villian:
Secrets (optional):
Backstory: (optional)
Other:
My charecter:
Name: Jaron Lark
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Nationality: He grew up with Elves, but is human himself. He doesn't know where he was born.
Appearance: Has shoulder lenght, wavy brown hair and bright green eyes. Has a light sprinkling of freckles and is very small for his age. Wears long cloaks with simple leather tunics and trousers underneath. Wears thick, dragonskin boots and owns a small bow and arrows, which he is almost never seen without.
Personality: brave, ruthless and serious. Pretends to be uncaring, but he is often deeply effected by small things. Is extremely protective and tough and often holds grudges. Is very kind and calm. He feels strongly about things he cares about a grows to love and care for his five compannions.
Species: Human
Secrets: He doesnt know much about his past, and has always lived a sheltered life. He used to make up stories about why he was different from the other children (see below).
Backstrory: He was found as a baby on the Elven King's doorstep, his past before that unknown. He was raised by the Elves, but he was always different. His father never told him the truth about his childhood, and he was always the odd one out from the other children. He was, for starters, alot shorter. And he spoke differently with out such a silvery tone as the Elves. So when the dark spell was cast over his people, he was not effected because he was not born in those lands.
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I am hoping I will be able to continue with this, and I will put as much time and effort in as possible so please join! Enjoy.
submitted by LilyPad
(May 13, 2017 - 9:25 pm)
(May 13, 2017 - 9:25 pm)
Oh, also. For future reference, to make it easier to spell my charrie's name, a commonly used nickname for her is Rina.
(May 22, 2017 - 9:27 am)
(May 20, 2017 - 7:42 am)
(May 21, 2017 - 9:25 am)
Love it so far!
(May 22, 2017 - 11:53 am)
Thank you so much LilyPad!!!! I seriously love it and you're a great writer!!!
And ya, I'm totally fine with being in England. Can't wait for more :)
(May 22, 2017 - 4:51 pm)
Okay! Thanks for letting me make a charrie LilyPad.
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Name: Avice Moreau
Age: (10+ please) 19
Gender: F
Nationality: Is Elvish but says she is French and learned English through hearing people on the streets and a bit in school (yes she did go to school)
Appearance: Short blonde hair in a sort of messy pixie-cut, lightly tanned skin from years abroad, bright green eyes, a tall, lanky form. A delicate face and very well muscled.
Personality: Cold, rather insane. She could have been a genius, but she suffered a traumatic injury as a child and it kind of ruined her mind (more on that in backstory). She has a hatred of most living things and a deep need for revenge (again, more in backstory). She is very untrusting and untrust worthy, but is surprisingly good at keeping secrets. A lot of the time she lets her emotions get in the way of logical thought and has a lot of emotions.
Species: Elf
Hero or Villian: Villian
Secrets: May have a crush on someone (changeable, and if true you can decide who)
Backstory: She was raised in a small village in Everset with a large family and lots of siblings. When she was around 7, she fell into a system of caves while playing in the woods. One of her sisters was sick that day, so nobody noticed while they were caring for her. All of the sudden, the tunnel she was in collapsed. She was under the soil for almost 3 minutes before she was able to dig herself out. Only when a hunter in the woods found the hole left by the collapse was she found. Since then she has sworn revenge on her family for not noticing she was gone, and her sister, for being sick that day. She found herself in the human world in France and had to learn to speak French and sometimes still speaks it when she is flustered. (I have no clue how she got there, figure it out)
Other: She spent a year in America as an exchange student and has a limp from when the tunnel collapse crushed her leg. Oh, and she's open for shipping. Actually, I would like it.
(May 22, 2017 - 6:28 pm)
(May 23, 2017 - 7:39 pm)
I will top this!!!
(May 24, 2017 - 7:05 pm)
Chapter 2:
Margot squinted at the pages of her book in the dim mid-Autumn evening light. The pale sun was slowly sinking over the horizen, dying the patchy grey sky with hundreds of different shades and hues from crimson red to inky black. Margot stretched her arms above her stiff kneck and collapsed backwards onto the springy, damp grass she had been using as a cushion since early in the morning when she had snuck out of the house in order to not wake her weary mother and skip down the road to the local park. Margot always took advantage of the deserted, quiet neighborhood when school was closed for cleaning, to read and write. She wanted to ace her creative writing assignment at school to keep her grades high- and it made an excellent excuse to write from dawn till dusk. But the day was dying, and no matter how hard she tried, Margot could not stop time from ticking. So she collected her pencils and papers and dashed down the road towards home.
As she skipped around the corner towards her street, her head in the clouds and her nose in a book, an odd feeling flooded through Margot's body. It was cold, yet warm, afraid, yet curious. She lowered her book and glanced around the dimly lit neighborhood which was the same, and yet...And yet, something didn't feel quite right. A prickly feeling occured on the back of her neck. She had the odd sensation that she was being watched. She carefully placed her books on the side of the road and slowly crept towards a particularly dark patch of shrubbery which seemed to be beckoning her closer. She cautiously brushed aside a branch and peered inside. There, lying alone in the dead centre of a patch of thistles was...an amber coloured gem. Darkness ahd fallen, and Margot's mother would already be frantic. But there was nothing else stopping the girl from slowly reaching out, hand shaking, and touching the tiny shard of gem with the tip of her finger. And time seemed to stop.
(May 25, 2017 - 5:29 am)
Ooh, I love it so far! Great job!
(May 25, 2017 - 9:19 am)
i loved the imagery. This is very good LilyPad. Can't wait for more!
(May 25, 2017 - 6:13 pm)
Next chapter coming out soon!
(May 26, 2017 - 7:03 pm)