Redoing my charries 

Name: Softfoot

Gender: she/her

Age ( 13-18): fourteen Wood Owl moons

Ablitiy: Light on her feet, stealthy, good archer, fast, swift, can be almost silent when she wants to be, smart, intuitive

Description: Long brown hair, the slightest bit curly, pale & freckled, skinny, tallish kind of, forest-green eyes, a quiet voice but one that gives the impression that what she has to say is important.  Thick eyelashes.  Gives off a calm sort of aura, even when she's silently panicking.

Backstory Lives in a tribe of hunter-gatherer elves called Alda Hostar, which has migrated close to the city.

Other: Alda Hostar means Tree People/Tree Tribe in Quenya!  My friend Lupa (not her real name) is learning Quenya and I want to SO MUCH, but I've got enough on my plate as it is with learning Japanese with no time to spare, and I want to learn Cherokee and Mandarin as well…  I'm a language person haha.  Oh, Leaf, you mentioned you wanted to learn Elvish- I just sent Lupa this a link to a Quenya course.

Name: Lyric

Gender: she/her

Age ( 13-18): 14 Wolf moons

Ablitiy: Persuasive, has minor telekinetic abilities.  Good memory. Smart.

Description: Deep short purple hair and eyes to match.

Backstory:  Born in the city, spends most of her time in the underground tunnels, her parents both are servants at the castle, they aren't around much, she considers Storm to be her father (if the thing I posted can be canon)

Other: Wears amythest earrings and a purple cloak.  Mysterious.
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Hey, did you guys see my post from earlier? 

Hey, random question…but does everyone…know what…I mean by unconsciously…rude…? If not…then I mean…she is rude…but without…realizing it…OK…? You…get it…right?

(PS. IS the way I wrote it kinda creepy? Plz tell me!) 

Ok is there still a spot? If so:

Name: Amelia

Gender: Female

Age ( 13-18): 15

Ablitiy: She doesn't have magic, but she is really good with a bow and arrow.

Description: Brown hair with blond streaks always kept in a messy ponytail; friendly hazel eyes

Backstory: Amelia grew up working in the forges (which is unusual for a girl), being taught by her father, and she longs to ride a dragon.

Other: n/a

What do you mean by "pep"? You said I was one of them, so I just want to know what it means.

Here is Part One. Someone else can write part two with their charrie's point of view. Try not to change too much of what I say in this.

CHAPTER 1

Semyon’s P.O.V 

Semyon Aarseth was being escorted home. He had been to the market and allowed to by enough to keep him well fed. He was still rich and would donate money to the secret bank in the tunnels. He often though about the prophecy. Illis Starchaser…what if the prophecy was true? Was he one of them? No one had magic in over a century, unless Illis had the power of Prophecy. He wanted to meet Illis, and ask him all sorts of questions. There had been a rumor; no one could confirm it, that Illis was still alive. It seemed impossible.

“Move it! You don’t have all day!” came the familiar threat of a NYG. Instead of saying, “I don’t have all day,” it was “You don’t have all day.”

Semyon turned and said, “Actually I do. As you may recall, we have as long as we wish in the day. Unless the order comes from the queen herself.”

“Don’t get smart with me!” threatened the guard.

“I don’t understand what’s got you so angry? All I did was point out a little mistake,” said Semyon. 

“Yeah. It is a little mistake,” growled the guard. “Another mistake and you’re getting the Fist.”

Semyon didn’t get why they thought the Fist was so threatening. All they did was punch you with “the Fist.” It was pathetic really, but Semyon did not want to get punched, so he didn’t point this out.

When he got home, his guard stood by the only exit to the City of Kilazya. He made lunch and sat down to eat.

“Where are your manners? Make me some food, boy,” came another thread from the guard.

“You didn’t ask, so I assumed you were not hungry. Please sit,” said Semyon. “I knew you aren’t too hungry though. You ate a whole chicken well I was shopping.”

“Never mind! Don’t make me any food. I’ll get it myself!” said the guard.

“You sure? You look rooted to the spot. Isn’t moving against-,“ Semyon began.

“Be quiet boy! Get me some food!” said the guard.

Semyon got some sandwich supplies and make a sandwich for the guard. He gave it to the guard, who looked at it carefully before eating it.

“Wondering whether I poisoned it?” asked Semyon.

The guard turned red with rage, but did nothing. Semyon had the only guard in the city who anyone could do what Semyon does. All the other guards are extremely strict. You can’t mess with them. Semyon’s guard you can mess with as long as you want without being too bad. This is why Semyon is so cocky.

“Lunch is over! You are to work in the fields till dinner!” said the guard.

“I did that yesterday. And I check the schedule. I am supposed to open my shop,” said Semyon. Then, adding fake concern, he said, “Are you alright? You seem forgetful today! Perhaps you should see a doctor.”

“I don’t need to! I just left my schedule at home! It’s nothing to be concerned about!” shouted the guard.

“Alright. Also, I have been forgetting to ask. Please, tell me your name,” Semyon said, hoping to learn this guard’s name.

“Fine! It’s Cranley Xinhai!” said the guard sulkily.

“Xinhai? You mean you’re related to Yaron Xinhai. The great warrior?” asked Semyon, pretending to be impressed,

“He wasn’t a warrior! He was a wizard! Killed for attempted murder of her Majesty!” shouted the guard.

I wish he succeeded, thought Semyon. They went out to Semyon’s shop, which was a possibility shop. There were many requests, as Semyon was the only one running this business. Many shops had duplicates. Farmer shops, stables, restaurants, you name it. The only shop without duplicates was the Possibility shop. Inside, there was possibility. You can get a job, find almost anything that the queen allows, and some claim to find other worlds. Semyon ran the only Possibility shop in the tunnels as well. But there, he sold next to everything. They used different money as well. That way, it wouldn’t be recognizable.

When it was dinner, Semyon made dinner for Cranley and himself. After sunset, the trading would begin. At sunset, Cranley went home. Now Semyon raced to his shop in the tunnels. He just finished setting it up when people came in. He limited twenty customers a night, that way some people would have to go to other places. This place was certainly busy. He closed up at midnight and headed to his bed. He slept very well.

What exactly do I do?

Part Two

"Lyric."

The elf in question flinched, dropping the apple she was about to buy.

"I don't recall ever giving you permission to buy that."

Lyric turned around to face the NYG standing behind her. "I thought the queen passed a law stating each commoner can buy seven gold coins worth of produce a week," she said, trying her hardest to keep sarcasm out of her voice.  "Sir."

"Because of your- ah- circumstances, we must take more precautions around you."

She bit back a sigh.  One time!  I lifted an NYG up in the air one time, and now I have to ask to buy food?  

"Put back the apple," said the guard pleasantly.  "You'll have to wait until tomorrow for food, now."

Lyric bent down to pick up the tantalizing red fruit as her stomach growled.  The guard smirked.  Blinking back tears, she gave it back to the salesman who seemed just as frustrated as Lyric did at the would-be purchase.   

A few months ago, Lyric would have never let that slide.  She wouldn't've cared if she was disobaying (disobeying?  Disobeing?) the greatest power in Kilazya.  She wouldn'tve cared if they tried to punish her; she was fast and clever.  But then… then she lost control.  She caught a guard about to hit a skinny seven-year-old who had stolen food.  This had gone too far.  Up until that point, Lyric had done her best to hide her powers.  But that day, she was furious.  More furious than she ever had been before.  Using her telekinesis, she threw that evil man into a brick wall.  He was fine, just a broken leg and a concussion.  

Every guard in the area saw it.  Every guard feared she was one of the elves Starchaser had foretold.  She tried to convince them it was a fluke, and he slipped, and she kind of succeeded- mostly because the guards didn't want to believe the prophecy was true- but from that point on, she was watched like a hawk.  And if she stuck one toe out of line, Lyric knew it could mean death. 

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