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Fantasy RP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fantasy RP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's my bio.
Name: Jaylena (Jay)
Age: 17
Appearance: short black hair, bright blue eyes, light skin, about 5" 7' in height.
Personality: quiet and kind, but slightly stubborn.
Species: shapeshifter.
Other: lives with her grandparents, because her parents died when she was 3. Her grandparents, (her father's adopted parents) don't know that her mom and dad were shape-shifters, or that Jaylena is one.
Please join!!!!!! :D
submitted by Jay, 17 (actually 12)
(July 26, 2011 - 12:53 pm)
(July 26, 2011 - 12:53 pm)
I'll join! What's a shape-shifter?
(July 26, 2011 - 3:36 pm)
To the TOP TOP TOP please!!!!
(July 27, 2011 - 4:25 pm)
Shapeshifter: a person or being with the ability to change their physical form at will.
(July 27, 2011 - 6:10 pm)
name: Sylvia
age: 16
who: witch
personality: ...not sure
other: lives in a deep forest all alone. Her parents are dead or missing or away or whatever. She doesnt really care.
(July 28, 2011 - 11:50 am)
I'll join but on one condition= I'm the bad guy.
(July 28, 2011 - 1:08 pm)
Thanks for joining, Princess P!!! :D Your character can be a shapeshifter or a human.
(July 28, 2011 - 11:20 am)
Oh, and I'm huma.
(July 28, 2011 - 5:53 pm)
I mean human.
(July 28, 2011 - 8:56 pm)
Tiffany W. and Nick, you guys can both join.
@Nick: fine by me, as long as you have some kind of dramatic crime scene in mind for your character's introduction. ;)
(July 28, 2011 - 8:42 pm)
Do you guys want to post your bios?
(July 28, 2011 - 10:25 pm)
Oooohhhhhhh yeeeahhhhh. Read it and weep.
Narglez stood on the rocky outcropping of the cliff, watching the grunts, his mindless, brutish slaves, urge captives from a nearby village before him. Narglez was a tall man, rising aboves six feet. He had long, black hair that whipped viciously in the wind. His long fingernails were clasped around Deathbringer, his bow. He smiled, revealing sharpened teeth and leapt from the cliff, a tremendous jump, and landed lightly, his black cloak swirling around him. He walked up to the first prisoner. "This one is strong," the head grunt slavered. Narglez knelt down before him. "What do you fear most," he whispered. "Fire?" Narglez's head burst into falme. "Serpents?" His head became a writhing snake. "Oh. I know." Narglez grinned before his head slumped to the side, now a woman, clearly dead. "Karen!" the man cried. "Hush hush," Narglez said. "Its alright." He reached out and lifted the man up by his neck. He stood up, hoisting the man with him. "Now I will break you," the man screamed, but he gradually, turned to flame, disappearing in fire until all that was left was a puff of smoke and a lingering scream. He had sent him to Dorathmir, his fotress. "There," Narglez smiled wickedly," you will meet the Shadowfolk."
How's that
(July 29, 2011 - 6:56 am)
Woa, that would win Young Authors for sure
(July 29, 2011 - 2:31 pm)
Thanks.
Well since no one else has posted I guess I will.
Bio-
Name-Narglez
Species-unknown most likely some sort of demon
Personality-ummmmm I think my post kind of answers that
Age- many milleniua
(July 30, 2011 - 2:15 pm)
//Jay//
"The traitor has already died, then?"
"Yes, my lord. Along with his wife."
"Yet you have left alive the child."
"The girl is young, sir. She is not a danger to us."
"She could be one in the future. Kill her."
"Yes, my lord. Of course."
Large hands grip her and lift her up as she cries. Then the man carrying her groans, and falls, an arrow protruding from his back. The young girl doesn't know about death yet, or about the people that killed her parents. She knows not that the shooter of the arrow saved her from Death's clutches, or that this person will leave her with her grandparents, and not speak to her for many years. She knows not even who and what she is, and the part she will play in the future.
I wake up terrified, though of what I don't know. I never remember my dreams, only that they were frightening. I feel something move on the bed near my feet, and look down to see Granny's mangy orange cat glaring at me from the foot of the bed. Samson. He's an old cat, but agile even in his age, and he hates me. The feeling is mutual, but then, what can be expected of a cat and a bird? He's caught me once when I was in bird form, and I would have been killed were it not for Grampy. He hates when Samson kills little animals, and he saved me from the ugly fuzz-ball. He would have told me to be more careful, if he had known that it was me.
Granny and Grampy don't know what I am, and I can't tell them. No human can ever know what I am. I hate keeping secrets from them, but they wouldn't understand.
I shift to the form of a lynx, to scare Samson away. He bolts out the door, yowling loudly. I shift back before Granny or Grampy can see me. I shake off the left-over feeling of being a cat. Felines are my least favorite things to change into. I have more of Soror Avi (Sister Bird) in me than any of the other animal spirits.
"Jaylena, what's Samson doing?" Granny asks from down the hall, worried about her cat. Though I can't imagine why humans actually like the horrible (not to mention dangerous) creatures.
"I don't know, Granny. Something must have scared him." I grin as I say this, because Samson has crawled back to the doorway and is sitting there glaring at me. He's the only other living thing that knows my secret. I've never even told the animals. They speak to me, as all animals speak to all Shifters, but only when I'm in a form similar to their own. For instance, I'm not able to hear the bad things Samson's saying about me unless I'm in a feline form. That's one of the many reasons I hate changing into a cat.
"Samson, go away." I tell him, but of course he can't understand me, as I'm in human form.
"Samson! Breakfast!" Granny calls from downstairs. Samson hisses at me before he runs into the kitchen for his food.
I really hate that cat.
(July 29, 2011 - 7:48 pm)
"Where are your parents, child?" the young man asks. He's wearing a suit and a tie, and he looks concerned. Big mistake. He's also staring at a black thing, and occasionally poking it.
"I didn't ask you your personal buisness," I say coldly. "Now leave my house and never come to it again, then you and your little gadget will be fine."
"What are you talking about? What can you do to me? And what can you do to my foolproof itouch? Come with me, child!"
Itouch. So that's what it's called. But I really don't care.
"Dusklight!!! Get him!!!" I yell. My huge black cat hurtles at him and claws at his suit, tie, face... I smile.
The man runs from the forest. I don't think he'll return anytime soon. And when he returns home he'll find that his itouch is replaced by a poisonous mushroom.
I know it's nowhere as good as your posts.
(July 30, 2011 - 7:33 pm)