All My RP'ing Plots

No stealing or I swear, I will hunt you down and you shall feel my wrath. Punishment will involve pink ninjas, wet noodles, and chopping of the fingers. Seriously. Don't mess with me. >=[

+The Hybrids+

Plot;;||

There have always been rumors about the Bermuda Triangle, dangerous rumors that feed our nightmares. Some say that once you set foot into the Triangle, no one shall ever see you again.

Of course, this is not entirely false.

There are robots hidden just inside the Bermuda Triangle. As soon as a ship or airplane enters, these robots sense them. They are programmed to seek and destroy intruders - and with powerful machine guns, that is exactly what they do.

But if one looked closely on the back of the sleek, waterproof black backs, one would see the tiny version of the presidential seal stamped in gold.

For these robots are protecting one of the American government's most precious secrets. Nobody, except for perhaps less than half a dozen individuals outside of the Bermuda Triangle, knows about it.

Exactly what it is, nobody has ever discovered.

But the truth is startlingly different from the rumors.

There is an island, positioned exactly in the center of the Triangle, where children are brought to in the dead of the night. These children are the strongest that America can find, both nationally and internationally. Only the strongest are taken from their homes in the hope that they might have a higher chance of surviving.

Because what goes on at this island is extremely dangerous.

Once the children are at the island, the scientists there experiment on them, fusing their DNA with that of animals.

Their hope?

To create the world's strongest, smartest, fastest - in other words, /best/ - human.

Precious few of the children have ever survived the experiments. They are painful, especially since the conditions that the children are kept in are fit for animals, and over 75% of all the children who are taken to this island in the Triangle die before the age of 5.

Those that do survive are educated and trained, as well as tested like animals and kept in the same conditions as before. These scientists decide that if they can get enough of the children to survive, then America will have an army unlike anything the world has ever seen.

But one innocent day, everything changes.

The rooms of the children are found empty, and the windows smashed.

And once the world finds out exactly who they are, nothing will ever be the same again.

Characters;;||

+The hybrids
The hybrids are the children that have survived the experiments, their age ranging from six to seventeen. They each are a unique combination of human and animal, and they all have certain dangerous qualities [none of them are butterfly hybrids, for example]. There are no more than ten of these. And, of course, right now they are on the run from the scientists who took their freedom away and on the search for any clue of their history. They are all in the same group. If they have the chance, they'd also like to rescue the other children [see below].

+The scientists
The scientists are those who experimented on the children. They want nothing more than to gain them back; they are searching and searching. So far they have found nothing, but they will soon; they have more advanced equipment than anything else in the world. They see the children on the island as nothing more than common animals.

+The other children
These are the children who are young, who have not been experimented on, and who are not yet deemed a successful experiment; to be successful, you have to be more than five years old. Throughout the RP they will experience pain and suffering. By having people join as these, I hope to throw a different perspective on the RP.

Rules;;||

+You can have as many characters as you want, as long as you don't have more than one hybrid.

+Be as literate as possible; typos are accepted.

+No copies of hybrids, please. There are billions of animals out there, people!

+Please, please, please, try to deal with your writer's block as best as possible. One paragraph consisting of three sentences is not acceptable.

+No PP, godmoding, etc.

+Ask to join.

+Mara-rules apply. Which means romance is unacceptable.

+If Eva, Hero, Dez, Maxie, Caz, or any club member joins, they have as much power as me [which means they can let someone join, ki.ck someone out, you have to listen to them, etc.]

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[[This idea sort of resembles Avatar: The Last Airbender, so I hold no claims over the idea of the elements or the person who can control all the elements]]

+The Knights' Tournament+

Welcome to the land of Serelin, where the good of the people is protected by the Order of the Knights.

These Knights are not like the knights of other worlds or nations. These knights are blessed with the control over the elements at birth, identified from other children by a birthmark that adorns their forehead.

A teardrop for water.

A leaf for earth.

A flame for fire.

A cloud for air.

A star for light.

A mask for shadow[or, essentially, illusion].

And a sundial for time, the most powerful of them all.

All those who are marked are brought to the Capital, where they are trained to control their powers. Each knight, at the age of seven, also choose a specialty, such as swordsfighting, archery, and the like, to train in. The knights-in-training are divided by specialty, and then by element.

Every seven generations, though, there come seven knights that are unique, even among their kind.

They are marked by birthmarks that cover their entire body. These tattoos tell the legacy of the past, of all the history that has occurred among the knights and among the land of Serelin. Even as these knights grow, the tattoos are ever-changing.

These knights have the power to control all seven elements.

They are called the Elementalists, and they have greater longevity than most. They live for seven generations until Serelin is ready for a new ruler.

The ruler of Serelin is always an Elementalist, but not all seven Elementalists can be rulers. So there is a tournament every seven generations between these knights, when they become of age at seventeen years old. This tournament is always a spectacle to see, and all citizens of Serelin flock to the Capital to see who will win. The victor will become the new ruler, and the losers will be granted very high positions in the government, depending on their ranks in the tournaments.

This year brings a threat, predicted by the mages of the past. As soon as the tournament ends, there is to be an evil, one that haunts the nightmares of humankind. It will awaken and bring terror to the land.

And only these elementalists can stop it, if they work together.

But elementalists are known for their independence, not for their teamwork skills.

Let the Games begin...

You may join as one of the seven Elementalists, or as the evil. [you can decide what this evil is XD]

Sorry there aren't many slots. This RP isn't designed for very many slots.

We begin on the first day of the Tournament. This Tournament lasts for about seven days and seven hours. It consists of a series of battles between the Elementalists, a display of powers where they show a panel of judges how controlled and creative they are with their powers, and a final match between the two last contestants [the other five are eliminated]. Whoever wins will determine who is the new ruler.

Sorry, the 'display' of powers is before the fights. One person is eliminated in the preliminary round, and that person will probably be me. ^^

Since I know a lot of people would like to win this tournament, I will decide who wins what through a random generator. I most certainly will not win, for I will be joining as one of the Elementalists who specializes in archery, so the rest of you get a number. If your number is selected, I will send you a mail before the fight is RP'd to let you know. If you are not mailed, you must assume you are the loser.

First everyone must fill in the slots and write their intros before I can formally 'organize' the matches. Yes, I know this is a lot of work and a really unique RP, but I had this idea and I really wanted to see if it works out. If it doesn't, well, I learned my lesson.

Rules;;

Rules;
+Be as literate as possible. The occasional typo is accepted. As in, don't type like;

"She ran. She stopped. She fought and everyone died, the end."

+You can have only one charrie, unless you want any extras.

+No copies of specialties, please.

+Please, please, please, try to deal with your writer's block as best as possible. One paragraph consisting of three sentences is not acceptable.

+No PP, godmoding, etc.

+Ask to join.

+Mara-rules apply. Which means romance is unacceptable.

+If Eva, Hero, Dez, Maxie, Caz, or any club member joins, they have as much power as me [which means they can let someone join, ki.ck someone out, you have to listen to them, etc.]

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+The Year of 2012+

[[idea is taken from the concept that the world will end in the year 2012. I also borrowed an idea or two from Gone, a novel by Michael Grant. I do not hold a claim over some of the ideas introduced in this plot]]

For centuries, humans have speculated over the Mayan prediction that the world will end in the year 2012.

There has been much research on the topic.

Some are skeptical. Others pray for their lives.

Finally the dreaded year is here.

On the exact seventh second of the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month of 2012, all humans that were older than fifteen years disappeared.

Vanished.

All that are left are the adolescents. The babies. The toddlers. No authorities, no adults, no parents.

Chaos is imminent.

All over the world, all the adults have disappeared, leaving the children and teenagers confused and hopelessly lost. Most of them did not, could not, believe that 2012 meant the end of the world. Yet now they do.

But not all is lost. There is still food, water, electricity, housing.

And a certain percentage of the children, from the moment all adults were gone, have gained powers. Some are threatening. Others are completely useless. Most are for defense, or attack - a few, though, are actually helpful.

But the people who don't have powers are afraid, confused. At first everyone exists in perfect harmony. But society changes, as it always does, and the normal humans throw suspicion at the new gifted teenagers. They believe that the gifted are going to take over with their new powers and force the normal ones into slavery. They band off into a group, one that is devoted to opposing the gifted.

But there is a menace just as great as the coming war.

As soon as someone turns fifteen, they vanish.

Gone. Just like the adults.

Can the teenagers find a way to beat this time limit? Can they survive with the little resources they have? Or will war really end the last of the human race?

If anyone here read Gone, you will no I am not quite following the plot. There is no gaiaphage, no nuclear plant, no Little Pete, no mutant monsters. War is good enough for me. XD

And if you don't know what I'm talking about, good.

You can join as a gifted or a normal, simple as that. I don't really think there are any other characters. The age ranges from three to fourteen. Try to keep your powers, if you are a gifted, from bordering invincibility. I don't really want to see any three-year olds who can blow up the world.

I myself will be joining as twins. One of them is gifted [control of the elements], the other is not, so they are on opposite sides. There are also leaders for each side, one for each. My gifted twin shall be the leader of the gifted; the leader slot for the normals is open. ^^

One more thing. I'd like to limit this to one main city, since it would be difficult to have multiple wars or whatever. The city will be New York City, but only because it is one of the most populous cities in the US. If needed, like if there are a lot of people who join, I will allow Tokyo to become the other main location for the big fights.

Rules;;

Rules;
+Be as literate as possible. The occasional typo is accepted. As in, don't type like;

"She ran. She stopped. She fought and everyone died, the end."

+You can have as many charries as you want and up to two gifted people. Remember, there are not as many gifted as there are normals.

+No copies of powers, please.

+Please, please, please, try to deal with your writer's block as best as possible. One paragraph consisting of three sentences is not acceptable.

+No PP, godmoding, etc.

+Ask to join.

+Mara-rules apply. Which means romance is unacceptable.

+If Eva, Hero, Dez, Maxie, Caz, or any club member joins, they have as much power as me [which means they can let someone join, ki.ck someone out, you have to listen to them, etc.]

I have the right to ask you to leave if you break any of these rules.

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+The Silver Tear+

Plot;;//

In the fading light of the day, a small shadow curled up ever tighter, perched precariously on the branch of a tree, yet managing not to fall.

/So many lives lost today, so much I could've done. All gone, gone, gone./

A single tear dropped onto the end of the branch.

It took on the appearance of a jewel, glistening with facets, glowing with an inner silver light. Yet there was something infinitely more precious to the teardrop than a real gem. Something sacred, something so pure it almost made up for all the hate in the wretched world.

As if time had slowed to a mere trickle, the drop fell from the tree, shining with a glorious beauty as if it knew it had only a few more seconds to exist in all its simple splendor.

A slender arm, white and smooth, snatched out, removing itself from the ball of pale flesh to which it belonged to pluck the tear out of the misty air. Slowly the being - for it was surely not human - uncoiled, revealing the delicate frame of something mankind had never before seen.

Seraphina was a beautiful thing, and it appeared as if she was made entirely out of the color of white. Everything from the long rivulets of silver hair to the shining pearly wings that suspended her in the air to the robe that draped itself over her body was white, in varying shades. Even her eyes were colorless: big, innocent orbs with irises so pale they could barely be seen. They were now covered by a curtain of tears, which fractured their enchanting light into a hundred pieces.

The Spirit looked sadly down at the war before her, still continuing as the sun sank beneath the horizon. As more and more people died, her white body, which signified the pureness of the soul contained within, seemed to become a shade more grayer. Seraphina knew that as the war raged on, she, who represented the hope of mankind, would soon fade away into the void.

Oh, if only Jade, Spirit of Fate, had not thought that the death of the daughter of King Royan, one of seven rulers of Eliriam, would just be a harmless game! If only Eska, Spirit of Emotions, hadn't toyed with him, causing his grief to overwhelm common sense!

If only the follies of the two mischievous spirits had not led to King Royan declaring war on the other kings until someone admitted to killing his only heir...

Of course no one did. No one was to blame for, except for the Spirits who had governed Iliriam from the shadows since the beginning of time.

Now so many spirits were dying. So many humans, so many other races were dying.

The world was surely ending.

But there was still hope. In the teardrop she now clutched in her hand Seraphina had managed to trap a small measure of hope. Just like the many spirits before her, she had managed to capture the last drop of what it was she represented. When the Spirits died, the teardrops would pull together and release their tremendous power, saving Iliriam.

But the plan would only work if all living things of the world did not die out first. And it would only work if /all/ the spirits did it, and she knew that Jade and Eska were far more evil than they were made out to be.

And she knew there were many other spirits who were just like Jade and Eska...

/Time is running out... I give Iliriam perhaps seven days before the kings kill each other out./

With a shuddering sigh, the Spirit of Hope faded away, and the teardrop fell to the moist earth, never to be seen again unless humankind was saved.

Now, some need-to-knows;;//

+There are, as mentioned, seven kings. They each rule a different species:
King Royan - the humans
King Liryk - the elves
King Hureo - the dragons [[Taken by;; dragon_wing]]
King Maledyn - the mermen
King Farh - the Intelligent animals
King Derrus - the vampires
King Arik - the harpies
There are also many other minor kings and species, but these are the "head honchos".
You may join as one of these or one of their people fighting in the war. Each king has a general [army master], a defense master, an offense master, a weapons master, and magic master.

+Out of the hundreds of spirits, there are only seven spirits left, including Jade and Eska. You may join as one of them or another spirit. If you join as another spirit, you can choose if they are good or evil, and you may also choose their name and gender as well as the things you normally choose for them. Each one has specific powers. You can choose these within reason. They are spirits, but they are not gods. Some interesting food for thought.
Spirit of Death
Spirit of Time [[Taken by; Sphinks]]
Spirit of Beauty
Spirit of Night and Day
Spirit of Music [all sounds, music, etc.] [[Taken by; hulacow52]]

There's really nothing else for you to know.

Rules;;

+Be as literate as possible. The occasional typo is accepted. As in, don't type like;

"She ran. She stopped. She fought and everyone died, the end."

+You can have as many character as you can handle, but if you're a king or spirit, you can only be one.

+Please, please, please, try to deal with your writer's block as best as possible. One paragraph consisting of three sentences is not acceptable.

+No PP, godmoding, etc.

+Ask to join.

+Mara-rules apply. Which means romance is unacceptable.

+If Eva, Hero, Dez, Maxie, Caz, or any close friend [you know who you are] joins, they have as much power as me [which means they can let someone join, ki.ck someone out, you have to listen to them, etc.]

I have the right to ask you to leave if you break any of these rules.

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+The Two that are One+

Anyway, some of you may know about the plot that Eva, Hero, and myself came up with. I assure you that though the basic idea is the same, this plot shall be different from that one. For starters, there is only one kingdom and no mystical magical animals, just humans. Except maybe the evil guy.

So let's begin, shall we?

Many believe that the world we live in, the very history we are playing out today has no magical roots. Though the ancient human imagination has long dreamed of the existence of this magic, scientists have always said that the idea of magic in history is impossible.

But imagine if they were wrong. Imagine if, deep down in the reaches of forgotten memories, there used to exist a force more powerful than anything known today.

Yes, I am speaking of magic.

For indeed, long, long ago, long before the wars of knights and the Roman Empire, the world belonged to one kingdom, and one kingdom only.

It was known as Aranis.

In this kingdom, peace and happiness reigned. The long lines of royalty governed the land wisely, and all was well during the long years that faded into centuries.

Every seventh generation produced two babies. These children would be different from everyone else, marked to play very important roles. One of these babies would bore a sun-shaped birthmark, the other a moon-shaped one. They would be born on the same minute of the same day of the same year as each other and would wield powers that, without them, the world of harmony wouldn't exist.

They would have the power to control the moon and sun.

Only twice in all of history have these babies been the same gender, only once were they twins, and never were they members of the royal family.

Until one fateful summer day...

The Guardians, as these babies were known as, were old and crippled, having outlasted everyone that they knew. They lived as hermits did, and were ready to slip into the peaceful embrace of death.

Miles and miles away, the queen gave birth to identical twins, both of them girls.

And on their foreheads were the marks that identified themselves as the next Guardians.

It was obvious they were different. Within a week they could walk and form complete sentences. Their eyes had the wisdom of the oldest woman lying on her deathbed. Whenever Solara raised her hand, the sun would peek out from behind the golden hills; whenever Lunaris dropped hers, the moon would dip beneath the horizon.

At the age of eight, however, something happened to them. Something unbelievable.

As they were riding through the tall grasses of their kingdom, an ancient enemy of the king's captured them and brought them to his fortress concealed in the deep folds of the northern mountains. He had long sought for the throne, and when the king had banished him, had sought vengeance. What better revenge than using the own king's daughters' powers against them?

In the fortress, they became weaker and weaker. Still, the princesses were faithful to their kingdom and continued the cycle of the rising and falling sun and moon. It soon became apparent that if they did this any longer, they would die. And once they stopped, the kingdom would fall into eternal darkness.

When their horses rode back home without them on their backs, their parents began to despair. They knew the danger their daughters and Aranis was in. And so they summoned the best knights they had, a group of four friends, to retrieve the princesses.

The thing is, though, these knights are mere teenagers.

And time is against them.

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I am one of the knights. You may join as one of the knights, the princesses, the enemy, or the king and queen.

The knights must travel north through a treacherous desert, a stifling forest, and the merciless mountains. Start RP'ing at the moment when the knights set out on their quest. Yes, they can have powers, but only one per knight. [E] Oh yeah, and they should all have a specialty. For example, mine will be an expert in magic. Two knights can have the same specialty, if desired.

Rules;
+Be as literate as possible. The occasional typo is accepted. As in, don't type like;

"She ran. She stopped. She fought and everyone died, the end."

+Only one main character, please. But you can have as many as you want [an accomplice of the enemy, for example].

+Please, please, please, try to deal with your writer's block as best as possible. One paragraph consisting of three sentences is not acceptable.

+No PP, godmoding, etc.

+Ask to join.

+Mara-rules apply. Which means romance is unacceptable.

+If Eva, Hero, Dez, Maxie, Caz, or any club member joins, they have as much power as me [which means they can let someone join, ki.ck someone out, you have to listen to them, etc.]

I have the right to ask you to leave if you break any of these rules.

Roleplaying Intros and Crap

These are intros I've written in the past, for my own future reference. They are completely my own work. If you are caught stealing, I will report and punish you. Punishment will involve pink ninjas, wet noodles, and chopping of the fingers. Don't mess with me, I beg of you.

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For meh sci-fi plot: Forbidden Territories

bic: The park was an abandoned place. No living soul would dare to go there- unless you had nowhere else to go, the only place for when you had a slight amount of free time.

A slight girl perched on a tree branch, staring into the distance. What was it like to be free? She wondered. To not be told off by strict adults, to not be under the constant pressure of the people who teased her? Kris the freak. It had a popular ring to it.

Kris assumed that her name was short for Kristina, though she couldn't be sure. during the last sixteen years of her life she had been called Kris. And so it would be.

She pushed back a wispy strand of dark brown hair, staring wistfully at the ground with forlorn violet eyes. There were a lot of reasons why she was weird: too pale face, her strange eyes, thin and short body...

And of course the things no one else knew of her. The disturbing visions that appeared to her at random, the gold blood through her veins... Why couldn't she be a normal person with a normal family? That was just one more thing on the list of things she didn't have- a family. Who were her parents? How did she come to be?

She landed onto the ground with a soft thump, straightening out her plain white T-shirt. It would be time to go back to that god-forsaken orphanage.

Suddenly, her eyes saw something other than the park.

It was a place of metal and chrome, somewhere unfamiliar and alien. An unfamiliar face loomed into hers. "Ready for the real galaxy?" It said with a ruthless grin.

She came back to the present, finding herself on the ground. She barely registered her stained jean-covered knees and hands pressed on the dirt, her long hair brushing the grass, throat gasping for breath...

What had she just seen?

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For BunBun's RP: Hunt or be Hunted

bic: The tall girl was running. Running away from her worst fears, from pain, from imprisonment. It was all someone wanted, correct?

She caressed the metal bracelet on her wrist absent-mindedly, reminder of being prisoner. The contrast of it and her dark skin was nearly comical. /I've really done it... I've escaped.../ Behind her, in the dense undergrowth of the jungles of India, she could hear clumsy blundering around, no doubt looking for her. Didn't they know there was no hope left for them, if they were wishing to find her? This jungle was her playground, her home. She knew how to hide, how to get lost... Besides, she would never be as noisy as them.

For now, Katara was enjoying her freedom, but she knew that eventually, if the government had to cut down the whole forest to find her, they would. Best to enjoy the wind through her shoulder-length midnight black hair, the taste of fresh air on her tongue, while she could. And she had to make plans soon, for escape.

But what had she done wrong, an innocent 18-year old? It was not the first time she had wondered that. But if the government knew of that incident...

Katara pursed her lips, wondering if it was true, that the government tortured, killed. Best not to think of it, she decided. Her legs pumped on, never ending, and she was still not breathless. /Freedom at last, so sweet.../

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For BunBun's RP: Infected

The land was barren, with no signs of habitation. The air was desolate and cold, and nothing stirred within the rocks. In the distance, just at the edge of the horizon, loomed a large city, where every sane person was supposed to be. Unless you were crazy enough to stay here, or had nowhere else to go.

A slight shadow moved, so barely that only the sharpest of eyes could perceive this. Behind a rock, a little dark brown head slowly appeared. As it twisted around, to make sure there was no one, a body emerged. Wild violet eyes scanned the surroundings. Certainly, this being had nowhere else to hide or run.

Katara sank back down with relief. Of course there was no one around. She was stupid enough to believe that she had heard a sound. But no one could really be sure in this world. She pushed back a straggling strand of long hair behind her ear and reached into her pack for a nutrient pellet. For now she was going to live on those horrible, nasty things until she was sure where to go.

For where could she go, with the government constantly on her tail? It was enough that she had powers only now she was beginning to understand. Both her powers centered on moving things. Go figure.

Katara was not your normal fourteen-year old. With the powers of telekinesis and control of the elements, she was strange enough. But no; she also had to have violet eyes.

And her personality!-- oh, it was wilder, yet more mature, then others. She had no like for fickle girly things, as girls her age should. Giver her a pair of trousers any day, versus a dress. Nope, the word normal wasn't in her dictionary.

Katara wondered when she would have to leave this place. It would be safe to be here for the rest of her life, but that would go against her code. She was an adventurous person, and if she had to stay in one place for long, she would scratch her eyes out and pull all her hair off her head. She couldn't have remained at the City, her former home, for long. Not in the state of things she was in.

No, she would head for the hidden place that the Infected could be safe at. For she had learned of this haven from a little crumpled old-fashioned note in her jacket.

She thought of its contents, having memorized them. It was not very long:

There is a place where you shall be safe at. Go to the spot marked on the map, where you shall receive further details.

It was not signed.

Maybe it could be a trap, the sensible side of Katara told her. But the girl couldn't let go of this opportunity. A place, to be safe forever from prying eyes and the government.

Was it too much to hope for?

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For meh vampire RP: All but Memories

In the dead of night, all was quiet. A thin sliver of the moon could not possibly be enough to illuminate the entire snow-covered landscape. Shadows moved within shadows, all footprints and blemishes in the snow quickly covered up by the steady fall of ice. A single shadow seemed to stand out, darting within the bare skeletons of the trees. It traversed briskly to a small little clearing in a little wood. Steps, tentative, were stifled by the thick blanket of pine needles upon the forest floor. The silhouette walked up the steps of a run-down little shack, opening the cracked door.

Wet feet stepped ever so quietly onto the old floorboards. Safe at last, Katrina pulled back the co a r s e, woolen hood hiding her face. She impatiently brushed thin strands of midnight black hair from her eyes as she stared with eyes of liquid gold at the ruins. She traced a pale finger down the worn, rough walls. She had worked so hard to find this place, and this is what she found. /Why? Oh, why must this place of my birth face such hardship?/ Her ruby red lips opened slightly, just so that you could see gleaming, sharp white fangs hidden in that mouth.

Slowly, Katrina walked into another room, steps creaking quietly. Her home of her childhood had laid to waste, forgotten. /I've been so long gone that our orchard has grown into a little forest./ She gently brushed her fingers against the fireplace, the once-elegant frame now mutilated. Anger boiled in her as she remembered that night, just as cold as this one. Her own brother had taken her for a walk to the nearby village. Only now, too late, did she know he was a vampire, of all things. Such treachery, she remembered. Her own brother tried to kill her, but luckily something stopped him. And now she was here, after many, too many years of traveling. "Where has everyone gone?" Katrina whispered softly. "Why am I always alone in this cursed life?"

Slowly walking, she came across her old bedroom. Now the wooden frame of her bed held only old rags, torn and caked with mud. It was too much; tears sprang to her eyes as her eyes took in the sights of her old home, once cheery and comfortable, now cold and icy.

/I have seen enough. Now is the time to move on./ With a few short sprints, she was at the door, tears running down her white cheeks.

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For BunBun's RP: the crypt??c occult of mortality

The soft whispers of the wind barely covered up the magical sound in the distance. For truly, if you listened, you could hear a soft tinkling, and you would most likely wonder about it. But sometimes secrets must be covered, and others' lives with them.

In the dead of the night, only one shadow moved. The tinkling sound was emitting from it, and there was nothing you could see, not even from the silhouette.

For a moment, it crossed the path of the thin sliver of the moon, and there you could barely see the flow of hair, the glowing of eyes... But then it was back to the darkness.

Tears feel from the soft glow of amber eyes. A pale finger reached up to wipe them out, then brushing the thin wisp of dark brown hair behind a hidden ear.

"Sadness is just another barrier of life, though forever pulling you down..." The whisper was spoken quite quickly, though very subtle. "Oh, Aris, what have you done?"

The girl, for the silhouette was one, continued to let her tears drop, silently mourning the loss she had brought upon herself. But Aris was also crying for her kind. When would it be before all the humans came looking for them, prey after predator?

The tall, willowy figure of the girl bent down gracefully, pale fingers working deftly at the hem of the pale dress. After a few moments, a fold of fabric was in her hands, and she pressed it to her heart gently. The bells of her bracelets continued to tinkle softly, ignorant of their master's revelations.

/Forgive me./

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DONTMESSWITHME's RP: Talk to the System

At first glance, the Base of the system was an ugly building.

An infusion of modernized glass and chrome, crammed with workers and people. The population and the high-tech computers by no means made up for it's beauty.

A slight silhouette walked through the dark halls of the base, blending in quietly with ease. As it walked through the occasional bright white halogen lights, you could tell that it was a girl. An ugly girl, though, with a shaved head and pale white skin.

Katara hated having to pretend to be a flathead. It was one of her least favorite roles, and was often a punishment from the system. Fail a mission, and monitor the Base for a few days. Of course, the System couldn't afford to lose its elite group. It took years to find the perfect ones for the job. Just because Katara hated it didn't mean that she was excused from this mission.

Now, she was on her way to one of the debriefing rooms to get news of her latest mission. Pursing her lips slightly, Katara slipped through a barely noticeable doorway, nestled as it was in shadows.

She settled herself into the chairway, watching the tendrils uncurl from the ceiling. Two crawled into her ears, another pair connecting to her nostrils, and the last one through her mouth, all connecting to her brain. A brief spasm of pain washed through Katara's body before being taken away by the System.

As this process was done, she let her real appearance take over. Dark brown hair flowed to just below her shoulders, pale blue eyes being taken over by the standard bleached white eyes of an Everybody. Her shoulders became a bit more prominent, muscles visible through the thin material of her shirt, all slightness now gone. The only thing that didn't change was her pale skin.

Katara settled back, letting the System rummage through her mind. She knew what it was doing, and didn't try to stop it. How could you stop your master?

Slowly, the tendrils withdrew. Katara nodded slightly at the customary Thank you the System always said, her memories of the previous mission gone, now replaced with her new assignment. Her body started twitching, as she now was a Twitcher. Her new job - take out a Twitcher that had failed. She walked into her apartment to make the necessary preparations for the mission to come.

Could she really bear life like this, forever a slave, never having a single memory? Try as she might, even now, she couldn't remember anything of the past few days. Just because this was her roles didn't mean she had to like it. She was one of the only ones that made contact with the System. Could she perhaps do some damage?

But such thoughts were unthinkable. If the System were ever to unearth them, Katara would surely be eliminated. So she cleansed them from her mind, letting a sigh escape from her lips, and prepared to carry out her mission in her room.

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For velo's sci-fi RP: second chance

Confusion. Tumultuous confusion. Screams hanging in the air, smoke floating up high. Even the sky seemed to turn blood red, in response to the bloodshed down below.

Slight shadows stirred, shadows within shadows. A glint of silver, bathed in crimson, quickly smothered the movements. Only one cry was not stilled, one of a slave injured. Why would the soldiers even bother to take care of the lowest of society?

Katara clutched her side, breathing labored. Blood stained her patched tunic, spreading through her shaking, pale fingers. "Please, end my suffering," she whispered, not knowing exactly who she was speaking to. Her head fell back, tangled black tresses mingling with the dirt. She stared at the sky, the wonderful, wonderful sky, almost knowing for sure that this was the last time she'd see her haven.

For the sky was her escape, the one thing that could take away pain from the lashes inflicted by her lord's whip, or his sharp words. Here was where she could imagine freedom, imagine that she floated on top of the world.

But all that burning, all that destruction... She couldn't believe her race could do so much harm to the world. The pain in her side banished the thought away. She was losing a lot of blood, and would die soon.

In that delirious moment, she wondered what it was like to die. It was almost disappointing, really, to not be able to see Wairn's face again. But she knew he had died already, her angel, her love, for she had seen the blade go through his heart.

A single tear ran down Katara's cheek, from sad, midnight blue eyes. She suddenly had a flashback, from when Grinia, the old woman that she had called a mother, had complimented those eyes, all those many years ago. 'Any sensible prince would fall for your eyes, for they add quite nicely to your features.' The words echoed disconcertingly through her mind. Little did Grinia know that Katara would fall victim to slavery. But at least her words were right, in a way, for Wairn was her prince.

She sighed, and her eyes slide closed.

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Katara woke up on her side, the one that was not injured. /Is this heaven? Am I dead?/ She wondered. Suddenly, sharp pain Report me I am Spammingled her side. /You can't feel pain in heaven, can you?

"Are you feeling all right, dear?" a warm voice resounded. Katara opened her eyes, now that she had realized they were still closde. She beheld a small hearth housing a fire, a wooden table crowded with candles and books, and other furniture besides. She appeared to be in some tree, for it was round and wooden. But there was a definite roof, and a definite doorway.

"I treated your side as best as I could," an old woman darning a stocking said in the corner. "I do hope you're feeling all right. All those soldiers-- you're lucky to be surviving the ordeal. Our race has too many wars and fights... So sad. I try to care for as many survivors as possible, but even with my medicines, some of them don't live..." The woman trailed off, a sad look in her eyes.

Suddenly, she perked up, smiling. "Would you like to have something to eat? You must be ravenous. I'm Ellis, by the way, healer of the village."

Katara nodded slightly, realizing that she was indeed starving. "Yes, I /am/ hungry," she said ho/a/r/s/ely, thinking she was looked kindly upon by Providence.

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For meh fantasy RP: The fate of Asria lies in few hands

The setting sun illuminated the small forest perched on a hill, lending the trees a moment of absolute beauty. The golden light streamed through the thick branches, dappling the forest floor with light. A soft breeze blew through the leaves, gently coaxing a red leaf to join its brothers down below. Everything was blazing with the light from the sun; the air was not too cool, not too warm. It was the perfect scene of peace and tranquility. To complete the picture, an exquisite melody rang in the background, the solitary voice carried by the breeze. It was singing a complex song, one that was singing both the melody and the harmony at the same time. It joined in with the occasional bird song, creating a symphony so sweet and slow that one would be able to lay in the growing shade of the trees and fall into a peaceful sleep; however, no one but the creatures of the wood was there to hear it.

The source of the voice sat very still underneath a great oak tree, near the very heart of the forest. As one approached, one could see the figure of a female that was not childlike, but rather still developing into a woman. Her bare arms suggested just the slightest hint of toned muscles, hard to see underneath her pale skin. Her face was shaped like the sun, round and smooth. Eyes the same shade as fresh leaves in the spring scanned the surroundings, slender fingers stroking absently at the simple gown that flowed around the girl. Her face was turned upward, looking at the stars as they slowly appeared. She thought that they seemed to spell her name, if you traced the patterns just right: Aris.

Her voice drifted to a close, and a smile played at Aris's pale pink lips as she thought back through the day's events. That day had been one of the rare occasions that she was alone; she loved her solitude almost more than nature. This forest was perfect, peace seeming to resounding in the air, for those moments. The girl was glad, as she wandered through the area, that she had found it. Maybe later in her life she'd go to it again. As her thoughts wandered, Aris pushed back a strand of ink black hair thoughtfully, revealing an elegant ear that elongated gracefully to a point, the very thing that marked her for something other than human.

As more and more stars started to appear in the sky, Aris sighed quietly. It was time to return home, or her family would start searching for her, causing an unnecessary frenzy. She slowly lifted herself up, plucking the flowers she had collected earlier to bring home. Finally, she disappeared into the surrounding trees, beginning the long trek home.

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For meh sci-fi RP: the messengers of death

The slight girl slammed the door behind her. "I've had enough!" she screamed at the window, collapsing by the door. If you looked closely, she didn't look like a girl; rather, she looked like a full-developed woman in a miniature size. The mission she had just been offered was too dangerous, even by her standards. She was tired of not having the power to decide for herself, tired of being used.

Trinity Embers tugged at her waves of darkest brown, bright blue eyes sparkling with tears. They were using her. She had known ever since she had become one of the elite, though there was never anything she could do about it. Her fingers, covered with a faint tan that would, without her years of training, otherwise not have been there, folded as she contemplated ways to escape this wretched life.

She knew she was perfectly capable of escaping; after all, she was the master of elements. And that wasn't her only command. She worked with nature. No natural disaster could kill her, whether it be a wildfire, or a tsunami, or a tornado, even. But that didn't mean she was invincible. No, she needed some sort of protection, for the other Messengers would definitely find some way to get past her natural shield. But what?

A grin slowly creeped up her face as she realized the solution to her problems. "The old fools," she whispered, grabbing desperately at her knapsack. Trinity opened the window, casting her eyes over her room one last time: the bed with red, white, and blue sheets, the mahogany desk, the bookshelf crammed with books, the sophisticated black rugs on the wooden floor, the posters of her favorite singers and bands...

Trinity scaled the wall of stone that surrounded the base of the Messengers with no difficulty; her powers over elements whispered to her all the locations of the best foot and hand holds. She jumped and cast a ball of fire behind her, deciding that she wanted a magnificent exit. She knew, though, that she would come to regret it.

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For staffhelpme's fantasy RP: Alll files have been corrupted

A slight figure trailed behind a group of six individuals sprinting through the cool night air. A ray of moonlight illuminated the figure for a moment, identifying her as a fully developed woman that was slight. But within that dainty body lay a mass of power: control over the elements.

Elidhu stood with her back to the group, balls of fire sparking in her hands. She was there to defend them all with her powers. The orange glow lit up her beautiful features almost in an eerie way. The dancing flames accentuated the sapphire pools she had for eyes, flecked with silver. Full lips were rosy next to the pale backdrop of her skin. Soft caramel hair framed her round face that was shaped like the moon, round and smooth. She made a ruthless, beautiful woman.

Elidhu was glad that she could finally embrace freedom. The confines of the lab where she had been experimented on now was something that she feared; many a time had she experienced pain in that wretched room. She looked down at the rags of her clothes, once a deep blue dress that flowed down to her knees. It only made her all the more important to protect her companions.

And so she stood in the night that was lit up with a full moon and bright stars, dangerously exposed as she defended her freedom.

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For Lavie's fantasy plot;; Electus; Magus Dynasty

The colors of dawn were beginning to paint the dark sky above Siberia. Clouds of the night seemed to fade away as birdsong filled the air, streaks of gold and orange appeared in the sky. The sun was beginning to poke out from behind snow-capped mountains, its strong broad rays bathing the land.

In the spa/r/sely populated frozen desert, cities were an absolute rarity. Yet in the shadow of Tunguska, one could forget that simple fact. It was a majestic, yet hostile city that held so many secrets, both dark and light. Bustle started to liven its streets as the citizens woke to care for the shops and kiosks. Who would notice two fleeting shadows that were now darting away from the city?

In the thin layer of ice and snow, footprints began to show themselves, one pair of medium-sized prints next to a trail of minuscule steps of a small animal. That trail abruptly ended as the other continued. At the beginning of these footprints was a girl whose figure was forming into that of a woman's. Her slender arms, almost hidden in broad sleeves of loose robes, sheltered a creature, which mewed pitifully. Her pale hand reached up to impatiently brush a strand of darkest brown hair out of bright midnight blue eyes, which sparkled with tears as each step she took led her away from what used to be her home.

/Elunarda./ The animal in her arm only used his owner's full name when there was something serious he had to talk to her about. He had been one of her first creations as a youth, made to serve as a companion to the girl. They both were dreading the day he would disappear into the void. He was a remarkable little fellow, able to think-talk to Elunarda and intelligent enough to comprehend her thoughts. His midnight blue fur, reflecting the color of Elunarda's eyes, converged onto deep purple, which was the color of his lower part. The whole mess of colors was shot through with pale green and ivory white highlights.

/What, Mar?/ This was Elunarda???s nickname for her traveling companion, Marrah. Her thought-speak voice was an imitation of what her voice would be if she had the ability to speak out loud: clear and melodic, a voice that seemed to want to burst into song even during Elunarda???s saddest times.

/El, are you sure you can do this? I worry for you./

Elunarda managed to laugh in her mind. /Ha! You???re worried for //me//? What about you, little freak?/ She made sure that Mar knew that she was only joking as light-heartedly as possible. The two soon reached a small forest of pines. On an impulse, she reached out for a branch and climbed swiftly up the tree. If one looked closely, one could see footholds that vanished as soon as her foot lifted off them.

Mar???s little animal lips managed to curl up in a tiny smile. /You know the cause for my worry./

/Indeed I do./ Elunarda let fear and foreboding drip into her voice as she twisted her head back to look at the city once last time. Thoughts whirled through her head as they usually did as she realized with a sense of startling clarity several things. She would eventually come back. And she somehow knew with a sense of certainty that settled like a cold stone in the pit of her stomach that her return would not be met with a warm welcome.

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For ollejr's fantasy RP;; will we survive or will we be forgotten?

The light of the sun faded as it dropped beneath the horizon. As if in unison, all sounds of the forest lowered to a subdued whisper. The temperature noticeably dropped, causing the atmosphere to become clearer and sharper. A solitary owl???s hoot pierced through the air, almost simultaneously with a wolf???s howl. Moonlight dripped upon the lower branches of the woods; one only had to look upon them to discover the true meaning of subtle beauty. Only the shifting shadows on the forest floor were left alone from the radiant light.

A lithe figure moved slowly through the trees, orbs of perfect midnight blue shining in the middle of its head. In a sudden burst of speed, its hand grasped the hanging branches of the nearest tree and lifted itself up upon it. As it entered the realm of the moonlight, it was made obvious that the figure was a female, not quite a child, but rather developing into a woman, perhaps around the age of sixteen or seventeen summers. A long waterfall of auburn hair, made more silver and ghostly by the moon, fell down to the tall figure???s waist. Though she was not thin, her body shape was not one of chunky proportions. As she gazed upon the forest, her eyes grew softer, her hard but full lips relaxing into a near half-smile. She would have been one of great beauty, had it not been for the scar that traveled from her left temple to the right side of her jaw. The scar had been of her doing and had left her an outcast, even among the healers.

At the memory, her pale fingers tightened upon the branch that she hung from, turning even whiter. Her jaw was clenched tightly, and a sound almost like a growl escaped her lips. Forcing her to leave the incident behind, she reached up at the top of the tree where a rare herb was sitting. It was called Lunar Radiance, a flower that grew only in the light of the full moon. Its deep blue petals flecked with silver dripped with sweet honey, its leaves emerald green. It was this that the healer had come for. In a last moment of triumph, the female???s head twisted around to the stars, which seemed to spell out her very name: Serenda.

Serenda looked back at the flower and plucked it deftly from its perch, dropping it gently into the pouch that she had brought with her. With a quick tug, she dropped the silver moon-shaped amulet that had been hanging around her neck into the pouch to simulate the light of the moon. Closing the pouch, she pushed it into the pack that hung on her shoulder. Leaping down from the tree, she gazed up at the moon, bare feet standing still. Her pale hands straightened out the simple white gown that flowed around her body. In a low, musical voice, she whispered a simple song verse that had been one of her favorites as a child:

/Don???t ever leave me,
For our love is still strong;
Don???t ever leave me,
For your beauty is that of the moon???/

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For a re-write of my intro for Lavie's 1x1:

As the moon rose in place of the sun, soft thumping sounded on the forest floor. It was a curious sound, that which you didn???t expect in a common forest. But one would do well to remember that this was no common forest, for the sound was of something large running through the undergrowth.

Not a human could have seen through the oppressive darkness in which the cause of the peculiar noise was hidden. There were, however, patches of moonlight that streamed in from the occasional gap of the intricately laced branches overhead. As the shadow ran, the silver luminosity streamed upon the length of its body. It was lean and strong, running with surprisingly lithe movements for something so big. A thick coat of fur protected the body, black as night but distorted by the moon. A slight grunt followed by a soft growl emitted from what was presumably the animal???s muzzle. Eyes of midnight blue, flecked through with silver, shone through the forest. They burned with youth, vigor, and confidence. Within the depths of those eyes swam flickering emotions and a definite masculinity, overshadowed by dark memories.

A youth stood before his father, a small girl beside her. He grimaced in pain as the man in front of him lashed at him with his biting words for his incompetency and immaturity, while the girl listened with growing fear. The trio matched only in midnight blue eyes; the boy???s coloring was darkened by the sun, the man with a soft tan, and the girl glowing with white skin. The boy had shoulder-length dark brown hair, the man a black crew-cut, the girl a soft brown braid.

Thump. Thump.

The yelled words of the youth???s father echoed through the surrounding woods. This time the boy was older, taller and stronger. His head was hung in shame. ???By refusing to complete the ceremony, you have given up your right to become a man.???

Thump. Thump.

A huge, black wolf stood by a small, white one. They were observing a man beating a small girl. The customary werewolf blood lust was controlled by the black wolf, but his partner could take it no longer. She lunged at the man, leaping with power and grace through the air. Her sheer size was enough to scare away the girl, but it was too late for the man. It was too late for any effort to stop her???

The black wolf stopped his running. Tears dissolved the hardened emotions in his eyes, but he blinked them away. After all, he did not wish to forsake his name, Gramis Ferven, or boy who sheds no tears.

The transition between wolf and boy slowly began. The hind legs were the first to change, with the human features sweeping over the body from the bottom. In a few seconds, a boy who was almost a man was on all fours in the place of the wolf.

Gramis Ferven was breathing hard and fast. His head throbbed with heat and anger as he remembered his father???s fury towards Jalyn???s treacherous attack upon the human???s person. His sister???s fate was sure to be death.

/The man is dead,/ he thought with anger and desperate frustration. /Why do anything to avenge him? He???s not even one of the Lunis Erim clan./

A strangled, tearless sob broke free of his breast. He suddenly found himself on the ground, trembling as he cried bitterly and without tears. His sister, so sweet and kind, so new to the world of the werewolves, already was condemned to death. In his mind, he cursed everything, but most of all he cursed his stupidity and slow reactions.

/Why, why, why???/

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For Dez's RP: Slaves of the Temanjia

The dark speck in the sky had been growing larger ever since dawn. Ezbollah, who had been polishing an eagle's claw on the forest floor, wondered when her master would finally agree to come down. The girl of fifteen paused to wipe a droplet of sweat off her pale brow, brushing back a strand of wispy jet black hair out of the bright emerald pools she had for eyes. A faint breeze picked up the fallen green leaves and laid them in her lap. She brushed them off of her worn, faded blue dress - the same one she had worn for years now - impatiently.

She had only to wait for ten minutes before Karijin's great form landed on the sturdy tree branch right above her head. Tilting back her face, shaped like the round and smooth sun, Ezbollah spoke in a hoa.rse, unused voice. "Back from your hunting expedition?"

Karijin grunted, opening his fist and dropping a chunk of silver fish on her lap. "Eat. You need not polish all my spoils of war for all morning." His golden eyes fell upon the pile of claws and talons next to his slave.

Ezbollah decided she would never take in enough of her master. He was a majestic form that was a cross between harpy eagle, the largest eagle of the Americas, and human. Great wings, silver in color, sprouted from his shoulder blades. His arms, from shoulders down to wrists, were covered in silver feathers, while his fingernails were curved talons. His feet were shaped like a bird's, with wicked-looking claws clinging onto the tree branch. While his face was human, his nose resembled a sharp beak, and his teeth were those of a carnivore's. Here was the one who provided food and shelter, the one who protected Ezbollah from harm.

Her eyes fell upon his, and she realized that he was missing something. Over the years, his eyes had become harder, until now they could have been yellow stones. Every time he looked at her, sorrow and pain swam in his eyes before he suppressed them. And it only ever happened whenever he glanced at /her/! She wondered what she had done to deserve such a thing.

"Ezbollah," Karijin said, his voice softer. With a mental sigh, she picked herself up and climbed the tree with the nimbleness of a squirrel. He grasped her chin with his fingers; Ezbollah winced as his talons dug into her flesh. He gazed into the depths of her soul, an unfathomable expression in his eyes. He released her, finally, and abrutply announced, "I am going to hunt for a new shelter." With that, he flew off.

Ezbollah stared after him, she was used to his sudden flights for shelters or food, used to traveling around the forest like nomads.

She supposed that she should be grateful towards him. He had never beat her like a real slave, and had rarely hit her. The only time he had was when she had run off and almost gotten killed. Her fingers absently stroked the long scar on her cheek where his claw had struck her. Shortly after, he had directed her towards herbs, which healed the wound in no time.

Did she really want that to change anytime soon, that fatherly protection that he offered her ever day of her life?

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For meh RP: The City in the Sky

The cool air rang with the stifled sobs of a child. Night's dark embrace hid the source of this noise, which came from the interior of a large tent. In the light of the sun, it was a plain white color, the only splotch of white among the sea of bright tints and shades of the tents occupying the encampment at the very foot of the city in the sky.

As one delved into the folds of this particular tent, it would be clear enough that it was a prison. Metal bars that stretched six feet high seemed to be scattered spontaneously around the perimeter of the room created by the tent, though each had been laid down carefully and methodically. Plain cots lined the fabric walls, three on one side, two on the other. This was the holding place of the Children of the Sky, as the Sabotagers called the group of adolescents that had been brought down via the agreement with the late mayor. One of them now lay huddled upon the dirt floor, curled into a pitiful ball. This was the source of the sound, muffled and mournful. The little head lifted up for a moment as a fist wiped tears off a pale face; on the cheekbone was a long gash, fresh-looking and bleeding freely.

Kariah had no idea what she had done to displease her new masters. That young mind could not hope to comprehend that the wound upon her cheek had been given out of spite instead of need to bestow punishment. While she wiped away the tears and blood, she tucked back a stray strand of wispy hair, which was almost silver. It was clear that the girl, who was no more than eight summers old, was an albino. Tears flowed from most abnormally colored eyes: one eye was pale violet, the other a deep shade of midnight blue. Both of them were flecked with silver. again, her thoughts wandered to her uncanny ability to make things appear. As she stared at the ground, small objects - a ring, a wooden ball, a rag doll - winked in and out of existence.

"Kariah!"

The raspy voice that was filled with hate made the girl freeze.

"Come here! I have a task for you to complete."

A squeak escaped Kariah's little pink lips, moist from her licking tears off of them. She nervously picked herself up, absently smoothing out the rags that remained of her clothes. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself of her mother's words. /In the face of danger, you must always be strong, Kariah. It does no good to let your enemy see your fear./ A flame flickered in her eyes. Holding her head high and defiantly, she looked into the eyes of the person who summoned her now, who was holding a small silver key, standing right inside the perimeter of the makeshift cage, and walked to her unknown fate.

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For weeeevee's RP;; The Shades Children

Shadows leaped and swirled, shying away from a flickering flame - the only light in a dark and gloomy corridor. The slight figure who was holding the candle walked relatively slowly, so as not to blow the light out. The glowing light sent eerie shadows up the face of the boy - it was prominent, now, which gender the figure was - creating a face which was nearly frightening. The orange light appeared as a golden dot in the boy's midnight blue eyes, which were glancing from one side to the next, forever wary. Situations and circumstances had taught the boy to do so; they showed up in his eyes as hardened memories, haunting him every minute of the day.

"Brayden." A solitary whisper floated to him from the end of the corridor, carrying on the breeze. The boy hurried, walking as quickly as possible while making sure that the flame would not go out. He ducked down his head, shaggy white hair - its natural color - falling, creating a makeshift curtain between his face and the outside world. It was clear that he was an albino, what from his transparent skin and colorless hair. His sneakers, black in color, sounded out, echoing in the empty corridor.

At the end of the corridor, he lifted the candle, sending light upon a neglected-looking door. Large brass letters identified it as a 'staff only' area. Brayden pushed the door open, blowing out the candle as a greater light lay nestled inside the room. It came from the luminescence of several lanterns cast about the perimeter of the room. One of them also lay in the center of the ample-sized chamber. Other than that and a tattered assortment of armchairs, the room was empty.

Brayden approached the group of chairs, meeting up at last with his partner - his older sister, in fact. Being five years older than him, she had survived through the nightmare of the Change for much longer than he had. She didn't look very much like him. For starters, she held great beauty - or at least, Brayden thought so. He had no idea what others thought of his sister.

Trinity was leaning against one of the chairs, arms crossed. Dusting off his black jeans and straightening out his hoodie, the same color as his jeans, he smiled at her. She returned it halfheartedly, flicking back a strand of long dark brown hair. Back in the old days, many girls had preened over it, its silky texture and ability to stay straight without a straightener. She wore a long-sleeved shirt, white in color; it had no shoulders, exposing a fine tan that she had acquired over a few years. Her legs were covered in tight-fitting black jeans, her feet wearing dark brown leather boots. A belt looped around her waist, carrying a knife and a pouch.

Brayden glanced away subtly, not wanting to meet her pale orbs of gold that she had for eyes. They were full of hurt and pain and suffering, and they had a hardened edge that hadn't been there in the old days, the good days...

Brayden blinked back tears. He refused to think about that time. At least his sister had gotten something out of it; she had acquired the ability to sense people's emotions and true intentions. He had wished for one, but no such luck for him, he thought bitterly.

"Are you ready?" she asked him in a whisper, which still managed to be smooth and melodic, like her regular voice.

"Whenever you are, Trin."

"Sit down. I'll fill you in." Without another word, she sat in one of the armchairs, gesturing for him to do the same. Closing his eyes for a minute, he walked to a chair, ready for anything.

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For my RP;; Song of the Bard

It was nighttime in one particular forest, nestled within the folds of Illyem. The sun had fallen behind the hills, the stars had appeared, and all was quiet. Perfect for a song, especially if there was nobody there to hear it.

Soft notes from a flute, followed by a clear and sweet voice, drifted into the night air. It was coming from a ring of trees, gathered close together in a tight circle. Though these tall giants looked like any other in the forest, there was something special about them, an aura, almost. One might even call it magic.

And indeed, they were charmed to protect whatever was within their leafy cover.

Gelda sat in the crook of one of those trees, blowing lightly into a slender flute of gold, her slender, pale fingers moving swiftly across the holes. She paused, placing the flute gently in its place on her leather belt, which hung from the branch of the tree right next to hers. Then the graceful melody of her voice filled the air. As she did so, she swept her silver hair out of her still-young face - the same face that she had had centuries ago. Though it was still as beautiful as a dewdrop on a flower basking in the morning light, it held new bitterness, something that hadn't been there all those years ago.

Her song drifted to a close as she stared at the stars contently, folding her hands behind her head and smiling up at them. The silver light sparkled in her midnight blue eyes, softening the hard edge in them for a moment. Then she blinked and looked away.

The world had turned her back on her. No one wanted good music anymore. And so she had turned her back on /it/. It was why she was here, in this forest plagued by many dagers - alone.

"It's not my fault," she yelled suddenly up at the sky, her clear and melodic voice marred by what she was saying. "It's them! Them! Let them suffer for it!" She would do not a thing. So what if Illyem were destroyed? She would not care anymore, just as the world didn't care of her. She twisted her head haughtily, revealing pointed ears where her hair fell away.

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From Eva's RP;; The War is Endless

The island was a large one of its kind. Even the camps of the boys and girls, all fighting against each other, couldn't occupy all the space that the forsaken piece of land had to offer. There was plenty of space to roam around, plenty of forests and dried up rivers to hide in.

In other words, it was Trinity's favorite playground.

The slight girl was perched upon a thin tree branch, wavering slightly and dangerously in the wind. Right before it snapped, Trinity pushed off lightly with her bare feet and soared through the air, before catching a sturdier branch and flipping around it before twisting into a crouching position again. A grin of exhilaration drifted upon her rose pink lips, lighting up her usually emotionless face for a few miraculous moments.

But she could not afford to let herself become distracted. There was a task at hand, and she had to complete it.

As the girls' spy, she relished the opportunity to use her powers in flexible ways she had never imagined, ways that her innovative brain made more complex as each day went by. Her skills of mind control were more suited to intelligence missions, she thought absently. Brushing aside a strand of light brown hair so that it joined a multitude of thousand of hairs that cascaded down to her waist, she scanned the horizon for a human of the opposite sex to glean information from. It didn't matter if the boy was older than her eleven years, or if his build was bigger and stronger than hers. Once she was through with him, it wouldn't matter.

The warming sun that was peeking above the horizon lighted up her face for a moment, so that she was a radiant young woman. Her alabaster-colored skin became gold in the light, pale blue eyes that sometimes held a mischievous glint made warmer. It also revealed to her a boy, trailing near the stream. Leaping down from the tree lightly, she ran to him, feet not making a sound. His back was t??rned to her, but he looked a handsome almost-man - or so his decision to go shirtless told her. A fine tan covered the entire surface area of his skin, long ink-black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail.

He turned around, and her eyes fell upon his. They were a peculiar color, a combination of silver, purple and blue, and appeared to be reflective mirrors. Suddenly they flashed into their presumably normal color, leafy green.

Co.cking her head, she proceeded with the plan. /Tell me your name./ The entire of her mind hooked upon his and forced him to do so.

"Brayden." His tone was surprisingly warm, with an edge of effort not to say that simple piece of information.

/What are you doing outside your camp?/

"Looking for you."

It was then that the truth dawned upon her. This was a future seer. It had been a bad mistake to meet him. And yet, it was inevitable. He had predicted it, after all.

With lightning-fast speed, the boy latched his hand around her wrist and plunged a syringe into her arm. /Where did they get //that//?/ she thought hazily, her consciousness slipping away.

"Don't worry," the boy said softly. "I won't kill you - yet. You're just our prisoner." With a shuddering sigh, she embraced the darkness, letting oblivion take her.