So... from other roleplays? Or can we do it from things that we're writing that aren't on the Chatterbox?

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Character: Myla Saurini (sar-ee-nee)

Gender: F

Age: 12

Looks: Dark brown hair, brown eyes, olive skin. Two swords on her back, one at her waist, and you don't want to know how many daggers. Best fighter there is on the earth in 2187. Hunter, dagger tattoo on her right forearm

Character: Shade Chase (Yes, this is where I got SC from.)

Gender: F

Age: 17

Looks: Tall. Very tall. Black hair, brown eyes. You don't want to know how many weapons. Second best fighter there is on the Earth in 2187. Also a Hunter

Character: Jesse Anderson

Gender: M

Age:

Looks: Average height. Black hair, brown eyes. Police-the bad guys who rule the world. Mortal enemies of the Hunters. But he's on okay terms with Myla and Shade. One more thing: he can shoot water from his hands. And he has wings. Very big wings. That he can fly with.

Shade: Comes in. "What the heck? Myla? Maggie? I swear, Nathan, if you're making me hallucinate..."

Myla. Comes in. "Ow. My butt hurts." Gets up and draws her swords. Shade does the same, and they automatically go back to back. "Do you think it's Traya?"

Shade: Shakes her head. "Nope. This is not Drevost. This is our world, by the look of it." Cranes her neck upward. "Is that.."

Jesse: Comes in. "Is that what?" He looks where Shade is looking. "Yep. That's the Empire. Wow. It's new."

Myla: "So where do you reckon we are?"

Jesse: "City 5N. In like... sometime in the 21rst century."

Shade: "I didn't do it! Don't blame me! I swear! Seriously."

[The awkward moment when I mispell my name...]

Lilliterra

Gender: F

Age: 8

Appearance: Long blonde hair, with small braids in the front. Wears a green dress made of spider silk. Has green transparent wings.

Lilliterra: Um, Hi? Why are you fighting each other?

And the even awkwarder moment when you misspell misspell. :)

Emily L.'s post, please show up!

Sounds like fun! The characters don't have to be from the same story, right?

Name: Elyana

Gender: F

Age: 18

Appearance: Tall and lanky, long blonde hair in a braid, freckles, blue eyes

Clothing: Brown leggings, green tunic tied with a belt, brown headband, stolen sword at her waist

Other: Has a dragon named Xell, who isn't here

Name: Celeste Montenegro

Gender: F

Age: I forgot... I think she's around 16

Appearance: Slender, pale skin, grey eyes (most of the time), black and white striped hair

Clothing: Black skirt, light blue shirt, heart-shaped locket around her neck

Other: A character I made based on Peter and the Starcatchers (by Ridley Pearson). She's mostly human, but part shadow-stealer and also part... er, it doesn't really make sense if you haven't read the story, but she's also part good & light sort of thing. She can steal your shadow, but she can also fly. Oh, and she has a British accent. :)

Celeste: *Poofs up out of nowhere* Huh, that was... interesting. Who on Earth are you?

Elyana: *Also poofs up* Aah! What's going on? Where am I? Who are you? Wait a minute... where's Xell? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY DRAGON!?! *Glares angrily*

Celeste: Dragon? *Looks puzzled* Well, I guess it could happen, given that we've been poofed here out of nowhere. But I assure you, I've done nothing with your dragon, I haven't even seen it. Now if you'll excuse me, I really must be getting back to Mollusk Island now...

Myla: Well, we're not fighting each other... yet. But if we are, I promise you I'll win. Anybody willing to bet?

Shade: Myla... please. No betting.

Jesse: ~very quietly~ Shade? Are you sure your dad didn't do it?

Shade: ~pokes her sword in Jesse's direction. Jesse raises his hands in defense.~ No, of course he didn't do it. I threatened to go to Drevost myself and cut off all his hair on his head.

Jesse: Shade, you're dad's bald.

Shade: I know that, he doesn't. He thinks he still has five hairs. I'll wax his head if he messes with this world's time again. Or Drevost's. So it's not him. Anyway, who are you... and you... and what the heck is a two-year-old with a... fancy umbrella doing here? In a dress? And you ~points to Dyani and Alistair~ don't even think about it. I hate stopping time. It makes my stomach hurt. And then I have to break the arrows. So, why don't you all introduce yourselves before I put my sword away. Include any skills, powers, and please don't call it magic. It's the elements, people. And by the way, We're on Earth, sometime around 2000, in America, in 5N. New York City, peeps.

(I don't know much about the characters, but I'll try to include what you've put in.)

Dyami: Dyami. Dyami Ather.

Alistair: Alistair Kioth

Lilliterra: ~dreamily~ Hi, I'm Lillterra, and I, um, have wings.

Shade: Okay.... we got that. Moving on.

Ava: Hi! I'm Ava! Have you seen Jane?

(I know Elyana, so I'll take a few liberties with her, if that's all right.)

Elyana: I'm Elyana. Where is my dragon? And Draco? And Kerra? And where's Adela? If this is some slayer trick... I'll have you know that Xell with burn you to pile of ash. If you try to kill him. Endey's a problem though. We have to find him. And it seems these days as if it's only me and Kerra who can't speak Draconian. ~sighs~ If this is a slayer trick... ~glares~

Myla: We're not slayers. We're the Hunters of City 6G. Well, two of them. Technically, Jesse is still our prisoner. But technically, this doesn't happen. So... who are you? And why are you floating? I don't see any wings.

Celeste: Celeste. Why I'm floating, well you see, I was on Mollusk Island, and...

Shade: ~interrupts~ Mollusk Island? Like in Peter and the Starcatchers?

Celeste: Well of course, but he's just Peter, and the Starcatchers are just the Starcatchers...

Shade: ~interrupts again~ You're really from Mollusk Island? This is awesome!

Celeste: Well yes. And I must be getting back there. ~begins to float higher~

Myla: Don't. Fly away, I mean. Chances are, everybody on Mollusk Island is dead by now.

Celeste: That's impossible. Peter would still be alive, even if everybody else had died. ~but float back closer to the ground.

Shade: Myla, you've haven't read the books.

Myla: So? She's got an Englandish accent..

Shade: British.

Myla: Yeah. She's got a British accent, and half of England got blown up. So... she's from sometime before... so,... everyone's probably dead.

Shade: Myla, that makes absolutely no sense.

Myla: So?

Shade: Anyway, who are you?

Demelza: I'm Demelza. Do you have any idea what's going on. I really don't belong here.

Shade: As far as we can figure out...

Myla: there has been a rip in the fabric of time and space and... I really have no idea what I'm talking about. So, we come from different universes, sometimes parallel, sometimes not, and now we're stuck in New York City in the 21st century.

Jesse: We're not stuck. At least, I'm not, and neither is Shade or Myla

Myla: Yeah. See, when me or Jesse or Shade die, we go to the other universe, to Drevost, and then when we die there, we come back to our universe, the same age when we first died. So far. But it's only been like this for two years.

Shade: And yet I've somehow managed to die four times in one year. When I get my hands on Holly Blackthorne... I'm going to be seventeen for a long time. And when we get back, I have to take care of Aleksander and Sasha, those people are disasters.

Jesse: In conclusion to this amazingly enlightening discussion, I suggest we put our weapons away, get some clothes that are normal for this time, and buy something to eat.

Shade: I wonder if they have snicker cookies....

Character: Leila, a.k.a. Mistress

Gender: F
Age: in her sixties, at least
Looks: grey eyes, kinda fat, a High Society Woman

Clothes: dress from 16th century England

Character: Fiera

Gender: F

Age: 16
Looks: Brown hair to her waist. short
Clothes: typical teenage clothes

Mistress: *poofs in* Ugh, this is disgusting.

Fiera: *poofs in* Ah, New York.  Finally, my powers actually led me somewhere good.

Mistress: New York.  As in, one of the colonies?

Fiera: Ugh, I knew using my powers would give me something *tries not to offend Mistress* I... wasn't expecting.  Follow me, ma'm.

Mistress: *ducks behind Fiera into bakery* I usually don't foloow commoners- you know, I have

met the queen- especially ones in breeches, but I'm lost, so...

Fiera: Yes, ma'm.  Well, we're in a time you don't know, so just let me talk.

Mistress: Okay.  Hey, what does this do? *flips light switch off*  AAAAAAAAAAAA!  The light is gone!

Fiera: *tries to control powers* *sends a gust of wind to flick switch* And don't touch anything.

Mistress: *nods*

Fiera: Now give me that necklace

Mistress: *grimaces* Darius just gave it to me! 

Fiera: *glares* I don't have any money for food, so we either need to pawn it or go hungry.

Mistress: *covers necklace*

Fiera: I'll get you a bigger one.

Mistress: *hands it to Fiera*

Fiera: *whispers* with fake gems C'mon, let's get out of this bakery and sell the necklace to someone.  Mrs...

Mistress: Call me Leila.

Fiera: Great... I know someone we can sell this to.

Can I drop out? This is confusing.

Shade: And we thought it was 2187. And a lot of the coastline has been eaten up. And there are no more guns. So we fight it out with swords. Only a very long series of events has led to the Mouth, also known as Beatrice the Genius, reinventing machine guns. Speaking of which, where'd mine go?

Jesse: It's probably a good thing that you lost it when we got here. The authorities probably won't like you carrying a machine gun down the street. We could say that... we're going to a costume party?

Myla: They're called the police in these days. And they're the good guys.

(Pause)

Shade: Well. That's a big difference.

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