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xxxxxxxxWith every journey, a hero is born. In this life, there are thousands of journeys people go through but there is always one that it is out of the ordinary. Humans live in a life of realism yet they create stories filled with fantasy and wonder. Among these writers is a young girl by the name of Abigail Elizabeth Marioet. She lives with her father in a small suburb, living life as it goes. Though they are not rich, they try their best to be happy with what they have, and they certainly feel joy when they are together as father and daughter, a bond that has grown more ever since Abigail’s mother had died two years after her birth. School was rough since she was an odd girl and very intelligent, something people bullied her on. Despite that, she has done her best to continue going to high school, trying to keep her grades up. Yes, she does wish she could escape this cruel world but when she thinks of her father and late mother, she feels that she can overcome anything and make herself known to the world.
xxxxxxxxAbigail won several prizes from her fictional work though they were all short stories. Now, she has stopped writing due to the fact that she always wishes she could be sucked into one of them. Not only that, but she needs to focus on school to get a good job so she can help her father.
xxxxxxxxWhat Abigail doesn’t know, is that she is soon to be sucked into a journey to help her father in a far different manner. One day, he had suddenly collapsed and was left in the hospital in a coma though the doctors had no clue as to why he was in such a state. Abigail was devastated but did her best to focus on school work, though she had to drop out and get a job to pay the bills. A year later, she would have been in college already, but instead she was a 19-year-old working herself to the bones to keep her father in the hospital. Slowly, she is losing hope and she feels that her journey has reached an end and she feels that she will be left on the streets, soon mourning the death of her father.
xxxxxxxxBut, when she lost her job and was now left in despair, she was suddenly thrust in a world that no one knew existed. When she crossed the street, she was nearly ran over, but something had swooped in and saved her but the shock caused her to black out, the moment she opened her eyes, she knew she was no longer in the suburbs, but in a land that only she could make up in her stories. This world was filled with all sorts of creatures and magical people and the one that saved her was a young man. This young man took her around explain everything to her, explaining how she was destined to save this world and her father.
xxxxxxxxHer father was in a coma only because his spirit was taken from earth and was now locked away up in the mountain in this fantasy world. When Abigail asked why, the man simply shook his head. When she asked why she was the one destined to save this world and her father, he simply shrugged and pointed to an area of ruins. Taking her there, she saw a prophecy about her. |
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:40 pm
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The land as we know it
Centuries ago, Tara was consumed in darkness, where an evil ruler took over the lands and enslaved those that were labeled as weak and minorities. The enslaved races consist of: Elves, Faries, Hybrids of all kinds, talking animals, Imps, and many mythical creatures like phoenixes and dragons.
Those lucky enough not to be enslaves consist of magic users known as Mana Controllers or MC’s. These people are instead forced to follow this great evil leader and forced to fight in wars in which he takes more lands by the minute. It wasn’t long after that a group had found some ruins, where a prophecy was told. This brought hope to many and thus, one brave (Insert race of choice) decided to go into the forbidden lands (Earth) and bring their savior. Their lands are dim and dark, many demonic creatures running around, keeping everyone in order. Many villages seem deserted, but only because people and creatures of all kind fear to go out.
A single town known as An Rás Mór (The big race) is the most liberated village town around. Though they do suffer oppression, they seem to be a lot more free then most. Here, many rebellions are formed and this town is where the young man that gets Abigail is from. He has gathered many to fight and the only one missing is Abigail.
Now that he has retrieved her, he is going to take her to An Rás Mór. It will take them two days to get there, but it will not be easy since the evil tyrant knows of the prophecy and Abigail’s arrival. She truly is in for a long challenging journey, hopefully she can be a heroin like those in her stoires.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 6:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 10:01 pm
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Accepted Profiles
Rin128564 ╔══════════════╗
Abigail Elizabeth Marioet
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❦"Perhaps Poe was right, maybe 'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream'"❦ Username: ❦Rin128564❦Name: ❦ Abigail Elizabeth Marioet ❦ Age: ❦ 19❦ Role: ❦ The Heroine❦Race: ❦ Human❦ Biography: ❦ Abigail never complained about life, she took it and went with it all her life. At times she would question why so many bad things happened to her, but she never once harbored any form of evil hatred toward anyone, not even though who bullied her. She is a sweet and kind girl who doesn't seem to see that the world she lives in is very cruel. Abigail has such great courage and bravery that she seems like a hero in the stories she makes but she doesn't see it. Despite the fact that she has no friends doesn't stop her from trying to have fun on her own. Every day is a new day and she pushes past the bullying and simply heads home with new ideas for stories or just observing the world to tell her father if anything interesting happen that day.
When her mother died, her father was left to take care of her as well as work. It was very hard on him but he did his best to raise his daughter and he did a rather good job. Growing up, Abigail taught herself how to do a lot of things, especially cooking so that when her father came home from work she could give him food rather than watch him make something half asleep. Over the years she learned to care for her father and only her father, not really focusing on herself. Soon, she began to stop writing, especially when her father fell into a mysterious coma. Her life changed so much after he did and she was rapidly losing hope. Abigail was no longer too kind and sweet, but instead she became mysterious and simply help a brave face as if nothing could affect her emotional state.
Of course, her world truly upside down when she woke up in a strange world. Though, she did think she was dead from being hit by the truck at first. The man that saved her convinced her though, so she was left in utter confusion. Abigail needed guidance more than anything now and hoped her father and mother were both watching out for her as her journey would soon begin.❦Likes: ❦Abigail loves writing more than anything besides her father. If she isn't writing then she is either reading or working though she loves reading far more than working. The sun set is her favorite thing to watch rather than tv like other people her age and instead of relying on technology so much, she simply takes strolls around the park and uses her imagination to keep her busy. Abigail certainly loves her imagination. ❦Dislikes: ❦ It hurts her to see how much her father is working and how weary he becomes, but now that he's in a coma, she hates that the most. Abigail can deal with the bullying towards herself but she cannot stand when others are being victimized which is why she stands up for others. Aside from that, Abigail despises the whole concept of evil and wishes to destroy it with her own imagination, though when she's trust into a new world, she'll literally and physically have to destroy the essence of evil.❦Other: ❦ Abigail has a backpack filled with random things only because she found it and wanted to return it to whoever it belonged to, but now she's in another world..so hopefully whatever is in the bag will be of some use. ❦
omgIisonfiyah mrgreen ╔══════════════╗
Ethan Eros Stryfe
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❦"If you want something done right, do it yourself"❦  Username: ❦OmgIisonfiyah❦Name: ❦ Ethan Stryfe ❦Age: ❦ 27❦Race: ❦ Hybrid between a human and dragon ❦Role: ❦ Main Villain's Best Solider❦Biography: ❦ Ethan was trained as a warrior since childhood. Then, at the age of 18, his people were ruthlessly slaughtered by _____'s minions. Ethan was the only warrior left and already he had held his own against the tyrnat's most well trained warriors. So rather than kill one with so much potential ____ let the boy live. A decision he has yet to regret. IN only a short amount of time, Ethan became _____'s greatest weapon, deploying him to finish what others had failed to do. And so silently and stoically, he does his work and continues to live the life of a warrior.❦Likes: ❦ Ethan is somewhat an enigma to most people. He keeps his distance from others. Truly, the only happy expression anyone has ever seen, very briefly, comes from fighting what he believes to be a worthy opponent. From there one can guess the only thing he really cares about is fighting. ❦Dislikes: ❦ Ethan dislikes being looked down upon, very much. So much that should anyone mock his fighting skills, that person is going to die. Fighting is the only thing Ethan lives for and those who deal him or his master disrespect will feel his blade slicing through them.❦Other: ❦ While not particularly fond of his master, Ethan respects the man and is willing to follow him however far he has to.❦
organizationXV mrgreen ╔══════════════╗
Noire Ombre Fumée
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❦"I'm infected with black ink in this familiar scene, ah this boring sky ceases to change with my sighs."❦  Username: ❦organizationXV❦ Name: ❦ Noire Fumée ❦ Age: ❦ Twenty-eight❦ Race: ❦ A hybrid of a human-nomad and a siren, as well as an MC ❦ Role: ❦ The Young Man that saved her❦ Biography: ❦ Noire lives alone, though he does travel around quite a lot, like his father. He and his older brother, Blanc, are the offspring of a deaf nomad and a beautiful siren, making a perfect match for each other. But his father's life required him to travel, and left his wife to bear a son on her own for three years. When they met again, he took his first son under his wing to teach him the ways of his life as he left his wife once more, bearing him Noire. Sadly, his father didn't make it back to see his second son, as he had pushed Blanc out of the way of falling rocks when they were hiking up along the mountains. Blanc managed to find his way back to his mother, where he took his brother to travel with him and find out more about the world. Their beautiful appearance they got from their mother had stalled them a few times, but Blanc was strong enough to protect the both of them. Noire grew up to be more reserved, but playful and childish in contrast to his outgoing, yet serious and stubborn brother. He was used to being around his brother, until he died protecting Noire against one of the tyrant's raids in a small village they were staying at for the night. Noire was only eight then. Since then, Noire's learned everything off the streets and from other refugees on the run from the wrath of their tyrant. Eventually, he found himself staying in the single town of An Rás Mór, where it was practically a sanctuary compared to most other places. Finally, he brought it onto himself the thought of liberation for all the other people who were like him, those who have lost loved ones in the endless war. His brother's stubbornness rubbed off onto him as he began to slowly, one by one, gather more and more rebels to lead their corrupted kingdom into a revolution. But their morals were still low, and Noire knew just what to do to increase it... ❦ Likes: ❦ Noire enjoys people, in fact, he adores them. They just simply amuse him, along with their actions and expressions. He's not used to being around people, having grown up with only his brother until he died. His brother was everything to him, he was the one that gave him truly gave him life, not his father, nor his mother. His mother and aunts are the only ones there left for him, so he visits them from time to time, especially if he plans on requesting for help from them when the time for the final fight is to come, they would be one of the many key components to helping their rebel army. If one wanted to possibly sneak out a small bit of unimportant information out of him, Noire has a weakness for beautiful singing voices. Though his mother's side of the family are all sirens and have just as lovely voices, he is immune to their lullaby, being half-siren himself, so no voice is too sweet for him. An addition to being half-siren, Noire loves birds of all kinds, though they normally are attracted to him in huge flocks if he sits in one place for too long. Which is a good thing he's an nomad, always wanting to move around despite staying in one city for so long. ❦ Dislikes: ❦ Though Noire can usually keep his composure and cool, there are times he'll snap. He doesn't mean it, but when it comes to trash talking whether it's about sirens, his father, or his brother, you might want to look out for a fist flying into your face. Other things you don't want to even start on the subject about with him are his wings. Don't ask him to show them to you, because he finds it a bother to take off his wing's covers as well as an inconvenience, since he's molting almost all the time. Siren hybrids are rare for their dim-grey feathers, and he doesn't want people to hunt him down for them. One of his greatest fears are similar to that of a bird, and those are felines, but he's not a canine person as well. At the top of his greatly disliked list however, is the tyrant himself and Noire has promised himself to avenge the untimely death of his brother. ❦ Other: ❦ Noire kind of has a darker shade of grey wings, nearly black; hybrid color for sirens. They're mostly just for looks however, and are useless, so he folds them in as tightly as possible and covers them, making it look like a satchel on his back. Sometimes when he lets them out to stretch, they are somewhat synchronized with his emotions and it can become amusing to watch them. ❦
Paradoxial Mouse mrgreen ╔══════════════╗
Lucian James Smith
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❦"Even in illogical things, there must be logic."❦  Username: ❦Paradoxial Mouse❦ Name: ❦ Lucian James Smith ❦ Age: ❦ Twenty-Seven❦ Race:: ❦Half elf, Half Dragon MC❦ Role: ❦ Young Man's Best Friend❦ Biography: ❦ Lucian was born out of a rather odd arrangement, his own parents never speaking to each other again after his conception. He was raised by his dragon mother, learning various things from her. That is, until she died in a raid of their village. Lucian had managed to flee, knowing not what he was to do. Not knowing his father, he found himself wandering around, trying to find somewhere safe to stay. An intelligent lad, he managed to make it for himself for several years before he finally found a safe place - An Rás Mór. He deemed it the perfect place to stay, and that was where he met Noire. He quickly found himself close to Noire, fascinated by the other male's stubborness and rebellious behavior. If it weren't for Lucian's piqued curiosity, perhaps they would have never spoken. Still, Lucian, although normally a peaceful person, holds a grudge against the tyrant for the death of his mother, and he is set on avenging her. One might say he is determined, but he is not stupid about it. No, he plots, looking for ways he can dig thorns in the tyrant's side until the tyrant will finally give in. Furthermore, he tends to think everything he says and does out thoroughly, even if it seems he is rushing into things.❦ Likes: ❦ Lucian enjoys reading, even though it is a passtime he has little time for. Writing, however, he always seems to find time for, keeping a pen and a journal with him at all times. These writings tend to be secretive, even though they are as simple as daily entries. He prizes that journal above all else because he has not had anyone close to him in a long time. He also is glad to have Noire around, as he had never, ever been close to anyone else other than his mother before she died. Any puzzle he can solve, he must solve it - after all, puzzles are his favorite form of entertainment. He enjoys flying, although he does not do so often. ❦ Dislikes: ❦ Lucian will not ever rush into something. He absolutely abhors the idea of doing something irrationally, enough so that he often find himself stopping others. He also hates the b*****d of a tyrant that basically caused his mother's death, and he is determined to do anything in his power to see that tyrant taken down. ❦ Other: ❦ The only real sign of Lucian's elven heritage is his height, being that he is 5'2". Otherwise, he looks more dragon than anything else, with his seductive hair, eyes, and skin. He has a dragon form, a sleek, orange form that is much smaller than most dragons due to his elven heritage. He can still fit one or maybe two passengers on his back if he choses - not that he does often. Usually, he refuses to let anyone other than Noire near his dragon form.❦
Miss Emni Rose mrgreen ╔══════════════╗
LeeAnna Arwin Boerner
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❦Love is a finicky thing. You can't force it. However...You can give it a little nudge in a certain direction.❦  Username: ❦Miss Emni Rose❦ Name: ❦ LeeAnna Arwin Boerner ❦ Age: ❦ Eighteen❦ Race:: ❦Fairy❦ Role: ❦ Miss Fairy ❦ Biography: ❦ LeeAnna Arwin Boerner, or Arwin as she prefers to be called, grew up in a small village that kept itself hidden in a forest on the ouskirts of the country. Or at least, it kept itself hidden until the day Arwin turned fifteen. That day, ___ sent his soldiers to storm the village, capture those that they could, and kill any who resisted. Her family and neighbors fought hard, but Fairykind is, by nature, a peaceful species, and they were annihilated. Arwin alone managed to flee, with nothing but her life and a small bag of personal items. For two years, she wandered the land, learning the secrets of the different terrains, until she finally came to the city of An Rás Mór. For a year she has lived there, aiding the rebelion, telling them what she knew of the enemy's strength and numbers. She hopes that, someday, she might be able to actually go back out of the city and travel some more, but for now it is far too dangerous. ❦ Likes: ❦ Arwin has always enjoyed playing matchmaker. Even when she was a little girl, she'd make her dolls fall in love. It's her special hobby, it influences the rest of her life. For example, her favorite kind of music is soft and gentle, especially love songs with romantic lyrics, and her favorite types of stories are ones with happy endings. Arwin loves soft dresses and sweet smeling flowers, and her favorite color is pink, although she thinks that any colors found in nature are gorgeous. She also likes that word; gorgeous. ❦ Dislikes: ❦ Arwin's dislikes are rather simple. Anything that goes against love, happiness, or pretty things will easily earn her hate. She also dislikes rudeness, fighting, and when people tell her off for trying to meddle in 'affairs that are none of her business'. ❦ Other: ❦ Arwin has an excellant memory, and never truly forgets anything, even her dreams, or something she heard in passing. However, she does pretend to forget things, mostly when people tell her to stop trying to pair them up with someone. Arwin has a pair of wings, very much like the wings of a butterfly. They seem to be very flimsy and weak, but they are actually extremely versatile and strong. ❦
SKBCTayuyaFluteofDeath mrgreen ╔══════════════╗
Valeria Symoline Reika
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❦"Darling, come relax. Let me calm the fire in your...heart."❦  Username: ❦SKBCTayuyaFluteofDeath❦ Name: ❦ Valeria "Leria" Reika ❦ Age: ❦ 20❦ Race:: ❦Mana Controller❦ Role: ❦ Evil Guy's Mistress ❦ Biography: ❦ Leria was born to a rich family of magic users, but her father lost his business and went into debt when she was young. When she was twelve, Leria's family sold her to a brothel in order to be able to feed themselves. This is where she met her current lover. She's currently living with him in the lap of luxury. Leria is actually a sweet girl, despite her situation. She has a sharp temper, but it takes a lot to make her lose it.❦ Likes: ❦ She likes what every girl would like: to be pampered and live in the lap of luxury. Right? Well, maybe not every girl. But she certainly does enjoy it. She's also a fan of chocolate-covered strawberries and sitting in the sun. She absolutely loves the warmth, and she likes precious stones like sapphires, emeralds, rubies and amethysts. She also loves tulips and carnations. ❦ Dislikes: ❦ She absolutely hates the cold, and though she loves warmth, a room that's too warm will make her sick. She hates roses because they're too typical a flower. She'd rather not be given a diamond or pearls. She obviously hates her father for selling her as a young girl, and she hates the inferior races that make up much of the cities.❦ Other: ❦ Nothing of note to mention at the moment.❦
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 2:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 1:46 pm
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{OOC: First post biggrin While you read this, I thought it would be nice to listen to this considering the weather.}Am I dead? I must be since I feel no pain. Getting hit by a car hurts after all, right? It seems so quiet, and dark and..wet?Fluttering her eyes, she was pelted with many droplets of water as she stared up at the sky. Abigail laid there confused considering the fact that it was sunny out before she was hit by the car, if she was hit by the car. Surely this wasn't heaven, or hell or even limbo. It didn't take her long for her to sit up and glance around the area to see mountains on the left side of her and wide open fields everywhere else. Where were the buildings? Since when was there grass beneath her? Abigail stood up slowly, her clothes drenched from the rain, thunder heard from a distance. A faint noise of birds singing could also be heard but it didn't help her figure out where she even was. Never had she seen a place like this nor had she even known it existed near her city. How long was I out? Surely I wasn't take to some foreign country and ditched here right? This is all so weird....especially considering the fact that it feels so familiar yet I know I've never been here. She thought to herself before glancing over at a large tree. The rain began to fall harder and the thunder was nearing so she quickly took shelter under the canopy of leaves. Oh, how she hoped she would wake up soon.
Little did Abigail know that she was far from home, that the young man who saved her took her away to this land and that he was near by, looking for her. Abigail wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm since she did not have the proper clothes for such weather. Despite all the confusion, Abigail looked at the scenery and couldn't help but smile, it was down right beautiful. Yes, within the villages far from here and near civilization, it was no longer beautiful. Evil had consumed most of them and they were left looking dark and ominous but for now she was clueless as to where she was and what was about to happen.
Off in the distant she saw something moving around, something that looked like a small dog but upon closer inspection she saw that it was in fact a wolf...walking on two legs? She rubbed her eyes but it darted away, leaving her more clueless than before. "Where am I?" She finally spoke, her teeth clattering from the cold. ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ |
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 4:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 7:53 pm
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The rain continued to pour and the dark clouds simply continued to roll in. The single castle around was usually covered with thick dark clouds, only they were never filled with rain but simply filled with evil and corruption. This was the type of weather he was waiting for. Not only did the weather come today, but the one thing that was standing between defeat and total world domination. A grin spread across this man's face as the thunder grew louder and the lightening flashed in the sky. Many trembled at such thunder storms, but he embraced such power and beauty. After a while of simply sitting there enjoying the weather, he finally called upon Ethan, the one soldier he could count on, on this particular message. Once the soldier entered, he sat there with his cheeky grin.
"My trusted warrior, I assume you were filled in on why you came which is why I'll only tell you this: I want that human alive, not dead. Do this, and you will live the rest of your live in pure paradise. Now, go and find this girl from the prophecy!" He laughed and sent the man off as he sat there, being fed like some fat pig.
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