Relethia [Co-GC Anubis ^^;][Closed]
Sat Oct 22, 2005 1:11 pm
Introduction
The sun is slowly descending beyond the horizon. It casts a red-and-orange glow on the rippling waters of the sea, whose waves are gently lapping onto the expanse of sandy white shore. Next to this are beautiful wide grasslands and rolling hills, wild and untouched by civilization for the first few miles. However, later on you do see cobblestone streets and little houses, markets and livestock, people walking about, going around doing their daily business. This is Relethia, the largest island this side of the globe. It is undiscovered by others, medieval-fashioned and not advanced in technology.
However, situated in the middle of a dense forest, lies Vasta prison, the biggest prison in the land of Relethia. It is hidden from the masses as if its inhabitants had commited crimes. It is made of stone, and looks dark and foreboding. Large iron gates block the path inside. Only with express permission from the King may you enter.
Many go in. Few come out.
Its inside is about as welcoming as its outside. Dark and dull and dank, slimy and dirt-grimed, with a thick aura of the deepest melancholy hanging in the air. It is a large-scale prison. The three floors are organised by ages. The bottom floor is men and women over twenty five. The second floor is for ages thirteen to twenty-four. The third floor is for ages seven to twelve. The top floor is for babies and toddlers. Every floor has cells, each cell holding around seven to fourteen people.
Why so young? Surely the newborn and the toddlers could not have commited such a heinious crime so early in life, at least not one to merit a custodial sentence?
Vasta's walls oozes forbbidance. What is forbidden in the land of Relethia?
Magic.
Every day, a baby is born. On that day, a man is sent around to your house to inspect your baby for magical qualities. If indeed there are some, the child is taken away from you and brought to Vasta prison, where they spend the rest of their lives in captivity, the magic stomped out of them until their purpose for life has gone, for if their powers are left undeveloped, they will never be used.
Walk through the large gates of Vasta prison and enter a world of despair and foreboding not yet seen by mankind. Walk past the cells and notice the inhabitants. Lack of food, lack of freedom, they grow insane. Proceed to the second floor, the third cell on your left, where there are only six inhabitants. All of these are fifteen. They are all born in the month of March, and they are all coming up to their sixteenth birthday. The guards stay away from that cell. Inside, the inhabitants are different from the others, though nothing has been noticed about them yet. They are beginning to unlock the magic element inside them, and do strange things that they do not understand.
Hidden from the world, this is their only hope.
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We have 6 people, 6 different types of magic. One each xP
Healing - People Competing: 3
The ability to heal anyone you wish, any wound, anywhere. Providing you are not too tired, or out of breath, you may heal correctly. However, if you are too tired to perform the healing, it could go badly wrong.
Time control - People Competing: 1
This power gives you the ability to freeze time, so that you are the only one who moves. You can also shift forwards and backwards in time. Also, you are able to backtrack and erase events that have happened up to a certain amount of time ago (wiping all memories with it except your own and other invididuals that you can choose to be.) However, manipulation of time is very dangerous and even the littlest and most insignificant-seeming thing can alter very big events, so the user must be very cautious.
Shapeshifter - People Competing: 3
Self-explanatory o.o
Trickster - _jade_em_
The trickster is able to cast different illusions. He/she is also capable of bending wills, as well as being able to charm and lure people. However, the stronger a person's heart, the more he/she will be able to see through the illusions and the more difficult he/she will be manipulated.
Animal Communicator - Anubis
The power to talk to animals. Animals are not frightened of you as they are of other humans, and they take an immediate liking to him/her. Unfortunately, it is not guarateed that an animal's liking is secured and will not change.
Teleportation - People Competing: 2
You can levitate objects. You can also teleport yourself, other people, and objects. However, the heavier the load and the farther you travel/higher you levitate, the more difficult and the more energy you have to put into your magic.
Rules
- The usual - no powerhogging/godmodding etc.
- Remember that your character has been stuck in a dungeon all of his/her life. Therefore, he/she will not know much about the outside world.
- Keep in mind that your character must not have had much to eat when you write your description.
- You must always, always obey the GCs >:]
- You must never, never argue with the GCs. We are always right. You are always wrong.
- PM your bios to Liv ^^; Note that even if you PM her while she's online, you may not get a reply back immediately seeing as she has to negotiate with me first.
- If you have read all of this, put the word "angle" in your bio somewhere (inconspiciously, mind ^^;)
Bio
Name:
Gender:
Birthday:
Magical Power:
Appearance:
Personality:
Name: Illyne
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 19th
Magical Power: Trickster
Appearance: Illyne is thin and bony, her frame skinny and frail-looking, her skin unhealthily pale. Her face is angled from thinness and her left cheek is streaked with dirt. Her eyes are a cerulean blue. Her hair is long, waist-length and raven-black, dirty and left uncut. Several bangs fall in front of her, veiling her eyes and some of her face unless swept back.
Personality: Despite her cold and empty life, Illyne strives to keep her spirits away from complete misery. She can never be "happy" as we define it, but she does not stare lifelessly and unmovingly into space like the majority of the inhabitants of Vasta. She makes attempts at quiet conversation with her cellmates, trying to take everybody's mind off their misery.
The sun is slowly descending beyond the horizon. It casts a red-and-orange glow on the rippling waters of the sea, whose waves are gently lapping onto the expanse of sandy white shore. Next to this are beautiful wide grasslands and rolling hills, wild and untouched by civilization for the first few miles. However, later on you do see cobblestone streets and little houses, markets and livestock, people walking about, going around doing their daily business. This is Relethia, the largest island this side of the globe. It is undiscovered by others, medieval-fashioned and not advanced in technology.
However, situated in the middle of a dense forest, lies Vasta prison, the biggest prison in the land of Relethia. It is hidden from the masses as if its inhabitants had commited crimes. It is made of stone, and looks dark and foreboding. Large iron gates block the path inside. Only with express permission from the King may you enter.
Many go in. Few come out.
Its inside is about as welcoming as its outside. Dark and dull and dank, slimy and dirt-grimed, with a thick aura of the deepest melancholy hanging in the air. It is a large-scale prison. The three floors are organised by ages. The bottom floor is men and women over twenty five. The second floor is for ages thirteen to twenty-four. The third floor is for ages seven to twelve. The top floor is for babies and toddlers. Every floor has cells, each cell holding around seven to fourteen people.
Why so young? Surely the newborn and the toddlers could not have commited such a heinious crime so early in life, at least not one to merit a custodial sentence?
Vasta's walls oozes forbbidance. What is forbidden in the land of Relethia?
Magic.
Every day, a baby is born. On that day, a man is sent around to your house to inspect your baby for magical qualities. If indeed there are some, the child is taken away from you and brought to Vasta prison, where they spend the rest of their lives in captivity, the magic stomped out of them until their purpose for life has gone, for if their powers are left undeveloped, they will never be used.
Walk through the large gates of Vasta prison and enter a world of despair and foreboding not yet seen by mankind. Walk past the cells and notice the inhabitants. Lack of food, lack of freedom, they grow insane. Proceed to the second floor, the third cell on your left, where there are only six inhabitants. All of these are fifteen. They are all born in the month of March, and they are all coming up to their sixteenth birthday. The guards stay away from that cell. Inside, the inhabitants are different from the others, though nothing has been noticed about them yet. They are beginning to unlock the magic element inside them, and do strange things that they do not understand.
Hidden from the world, this is their only hope.
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We have 6 people, 6 different types of magic. One each xP
Healing - People Competing: 3
The ability to heal anyone you wish, any wound, anywhere. Providing you are not too tired, or out of breath, you may heal correctly. However, if you are too tired to perform the healing, it could go badly wrong.
Time control - People Competing: 1
This power gives you the ability to freeze time, so that you are the only one who moves. You can also shift forwards and backwards in time. Also, you are able to backtrack and erase events that have happened up to a certain amount of time ago (wiping all memories with it except your own and other invididuals that you can choose to be.) However, manipulation of time is very dangerous and even the littlest and most insignificant-seeming thing can alter very big events, so the user must be very cautious.
Shapeshifter - People Competing: 3
Self-explanatory o.o
Trickster - _jade_em_
The trickster is able to cast different illusions. He/she is also capable of bending wills, as well as being able to charm and lure people. However, the stronger a person's heart, the more he/she will be able to see through the illusions and the more difficult he/she will be manipulated.
Animal Communicator - Anubis
The power to talk to animals. Animals are not frightened of you as they are of other humans, and they take an immediate liking to him/her. Unfortunately, it is not guarateed that an animal's liking is secured and will not change.
Teleportation - People Competing: 2
You can levitate objects. You can also teleport yourself, other people, and objects. However, the heavier the load and the farther you travel/higher you levitate, the more difficult and the more energy you have to put into your magic.
Rules
- The usual - no powerhogging/godmodding etc.
- Remember that your character has been stuck in a dungeon all of his/her life. Therefore, he/she will not know much about the outside world.
- Keep in mind that your character must not have had much to eat when you write your description.
- You must always, always obey the GCs >:]
- You must never, never argue with the GCs. We are always right. You are always wrong.
- PM your bios to Liv ^^; Note that even if you PM her while she's online, you may not get a reply back immediately seeing as she has to negotiate with me first.
- If you have read all of this, put the word "angle" in your bio somewhere (inconspiciously, mind ^^;)
Bio
Name:
Gender:
Birthday:
Magical Power:
Appearance:
Personality:
Name: Illyne
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 19th
Magical Power: Trickster
Appearance: Illyne is thin and bony, her frame skinny and frail-looking, her skin unhealthily pale. Her face is angled from thinness and her left cheek is streaked with dirt. Her eyes are a cerulean blue. Her hair is long, waist-length and raven-black, dirty and left uncut. Several bangs fall in front of her, veiling her eyes and some of her face unless swept back.
Personality: Despite her cold and empty life, Illyne strives to keep her spirits away from complete misery. She can never be "happy" as we define it, but she does not stare lifelessly and unmovingly into space like the majority of the inhabitants of Vasta. She makes attempts at quiet conversation with her cellmates, trying to take everybody's mind off their misery.
Last edited by _jade_em_ on Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:10 am, edited 6 times in total.
Sat Oct 22, 2005 1:41 pm
[I would like to add that you can send your bios in until the 26th of October. At this time, Jade and I will decide the best candidates for each position and choose who we think would play the role the best.
Note: We will NOT pick people just because you're our friend, so I'd get that thought out of your head now.
Name: Callum
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 12th
Magical Power: Animal Communicator
Appearance: Callum's hair is jet black. No, it is not the dust and grime and dirt, but his natural hair colour is black. His eyes are an icy blue, and they seem to pierce through people when he opens his mouth to speak. His hair is floppy. Longer than most boys would usually have it, not short. He is thin, but strong, all in one. He skin is a medium-brown colour.
Personality: Callum hardly ever opens his mouth. He is quiet unless he needs to speak. His voice always comes out quiet and hoarse on the rare occasions he does speak, simply because he hardly ever uses his voice. He tilts his head at an angle when he is confused. When a muscle in his left cheek twinges, if you know him well enough you'd know he was angry. He is a strange, quiet character.
^_^]
Note: We will NOT pick people just because you're our friend, so I'd get that thought out of your head now.
Name: Callum
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 12th
Magical Power: Animal Communicator
Appearance: Callum's hair is jet black. No, it is not the dust and grime and dirt, but his natural hair colour is black. His eyes are an icy blue, and they seem to pierce through people when he opens his mouth to speak. His hair is floppy. Longer than most boys would usually have it, not short. He is thin, but strong, all in one. He skin is a medium-brown colour.
Personality: Callum hardly ever opens his mouth. He is quiet unless he needs to speak. His voice always comes out quiet and hoarse on the rare occasions he does speak, simply because he hardly ever uses his voice. He tilts his head at an angle when he is confused. When a muscle in his left cheek twinges, if you know him well enough you'd know he was angry. He is a strange, quiet character.
^_^]
Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:13 am
Oh, and people, please *consider* creating a guy character ._. As you probably know, PPT's RPs always seem to have more girls than guys, but we'd like this RP to be a little more balanced ^^;
Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:04 am
[Okay people, this RP is no longer open. Please do not send anymore bios to us. Results will be announced by the lovely Jade in around three to six hours.
That's because I'm going shopping... trust me, it really won't be three hours.
Anubis is being let loose in a shopping centre. :3]
That's because I'm going shopping... trust me, it really won't be three hours.
Anubis is being let loose in a shopping centre. :3]
Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:00 pm
Ahem. All right, peoples ^^; Liv and I discussed the positions for quite a bit yesterday, and then for a short time today. We received a whole bunch of PMs, and most of them were pretty good 
But we managed to decide on who would be what of the 4 positions, but we have also added 2 new abilities – Telepathy and Weather Control – because there were two bios that we thought also deserved to be in the RP ^^;
Soooooo … the positions are … *drumroll*
Shapeshifting – Requiem (and to answer your question about the power, Req, yes you can change species too, it’s SHAPEshifting afterall ^_^)
Healing – Divine =D
Teleportation – kuroro!
and Time Control – mutevampire.
And also, the two extra people are ria and FM! ^_^ They will be PM’d to choose which ability they want.
Telepathy
The ability to send messages silently to a group or an individual. Also, you are able to vaguely sense people’s emotions. However, the farther the distance your message has to travel, the more energy you have to put into your magic, and the quieter the receiver of the message hears it.
Weather Control
Self-explanatory like shapeshifting xP (Though note, like all the other abilities, using your magic is not effortless.)
All right, congrats everybody! ^_^ You can now post your bios, and we shalt begin!
But we managed to decide on who would be what of the 4 positions, but we have also added 2 new abilities – Telepathy and Weather Control – because there were two bios that we thought also deserved to be in the RP ^^;
Soooooo … the positions are … *drumroll*
Shapeshifting – Requiem (and to answer your question about the power, Req, yes you can change species too, it’s SHAPEshifting afterall ^_^)
Healing – Divine =D
Teleportation – kuroro!
and Time Control – mutevampire.
And also, the two extra people are ria and FM! ^_^ They will be PM’d to choose which ability they want.
Telepathy
The ability to send messages silently to a group or an individual. Also, you are able to vaguely sense people’s emotions. However, the farther the distance your message has to travel, the more energy you have to put into your magic, and the quieter the receiver of the message hears it.
Weather Control
Self-explanatory like shapeshifting xP (Though note, like all the other abilities, using your magic is not effortless.)
All right, congrats everybody! ^_^ You can now post your bios, and we shalt begin!
Wed Oct 26, 2005 2:30 pm
((Hehe, weehee! Here I go;))
Name: Sirre
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 10th
Magical Power: Teleportation
Appearance: Small for his age, one of the smallest males/boys of the group. He is slim in appearance, slender movement, close to letting his body 'hang', because of this he looks even smaller. His hair is spiky all around, unkept, but yet with a healthy glow. It is bright red, though, in the darkness of the 'facility' it looks more dark brown. His eyes are emerald green. His face has a sly appearance, if he wants to, he can look very bright, uninterested, angry, shortly, he has a very expressive face. Something Sirre doesn't like much, because, it also makes it very difficult to hide his true feelings about something.
Personality: To understand Sirres behaviour and personality, one would have to look what Sirre would have been if he had grown up outside prison. Let us compare to a bundle of kittens from the same mother. You have the shy one, the carefull one, the mother-kitten, and you have the adventurous kitten. Always putting its nose into business it shouldn't. Always venturing out when mom isn't paying attention. Taking on things three times as large as itself. Shortly, endlessly curious and bounding with endless energy.
Sirre is the human equivalent. If things had turned out differently, living outside the prison, Sirre would maybe be an inventor or adventuror in unknown terrain. Something that would prove a challenge to his never-resting mind and body.
But now, the worst thing that could happen to him, has happened. Four walls, darkness and the same people all day. It's not that Sirre is malecious in the heart, but the endless boredom is driving him to desperate measures.
So, every new day Sirre wakes up, there shall be new victim to a (possibly new version) prank. Or there shall be a new thing to squabble about, to start a possible fight, confusion, entertainment. There shall be a new thing to annoy others with. Because Sirre found out, that unlike walls, hay (to sleep on), bords (to eat from), his fellow compagnions do react back. And anything is better then waking up and staring at the same walls, floors, bords or sleeping materials again.
Of course, Sirre will try to start, say a game a tag first (not really teasing), but everyone gets tired at some point, and that's when the teasing starts.
Shortly, Sirre can be a true hair pulling problem to deal with. He doesn't mean badly, but his mind can't contain the endless lack of simulation anymore. Something needs to change, that is sure.
((One annoying youth: check.
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Name: Sirre
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 10th
Magical Power: Teleportation
Appearance: Small for his age, one of the smallest males/boys of the group. He is slim in appearance, slender movement, close to letting his body 'hang', because of this he looks even smaller. His hair is spiky all around, unkept, but yet with a healthy glow. It is bright red, though, in the darkness of the 'facility' it looks more dark brown. His eyes are emerald green. His face has a sly appearance, if he wants to, he can look very bright, uninterested, angry, shortly, he has a very expressive face. Something Sirre doesn't like much, because, it also makes it very difficult to hide his true feelings about something.
Personality: To understand Sirres behaviour and personality, one would have to look what Sirre would have been if he had grown up outside prison. Let us compare to a bundle of kittens from the same mother. You have the shy one, the carefull one, the mother-kitten, and you have the adventurous kitten. Always putting its nose into business it shouldn't. Always venturing out when mom isn't paying attention. Taking on things three times as large as itself. Shortly, endlessly curious and bounding with endless energy.
Sirre is the human equivalent. If things had turned out differently, living outside the prison, Sirre would maybe be an inventor or adventuror in unknown terrain. Something that would prove a challenge to his never-resting mind and body.
But now, the worst thing that could happen to him, has happened. Four walls, darkness and the same people all day. It's not that Sirre is malecious in the heart, but the endless boredom is driving him to desperate measures.
So, every new day Sirre wakes up, there shall be new victim to a (possibly new version) prank. Or there shall be a new thing to squabble about, to start a possible fight, confusion, entertainment. There shall be a new thing to annoy others with. Because Sirre found out, that unlike walls, hay (to sleep on), bords (to eat from), his fellow compagnions do react back. And anything is better then waking up and staring at the same walls, floors, bords or sleeping materials again.
Of course, Sirre will try to start, say a game a tag first (not really teasing), but everyone gets tired at some point, and that's when the teasing starts.
Shortly, Sirre can be a true hair pulling problem to deal with. He doesn't mean badly, but his mind can't contain the endless lack of simulation anymore. Something needs to change, that is sure.
((One annoying youth: check.
))
Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:03 pm
{ omgosh, I made it. Anyways, Jadey and Anu-y, I editted some grammar mistakes in my bio XD. AND I changed his hair colour to black. Because I like black... hope that's ok =P. }
Bio
Name: Xavier Desdram
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 2nd
Magical Power: Healing
Appearance: A thin boy who is somewhat tall, he has moderately short, black hair, with bangs which hover above his strange, bright eyes. His green eyes, which seem to be able to see through anything, are set quite far apart on his long face. On the back of his head his hair grows just above his neck. When he was born, his left arm was discovered to have grown incorrectly, and as a result, it bends at a weird angle. Because of this, it is almost useless. However, his right arm has grown to be somewhat muscular, although Xavier isn't all too strong physically. Despite the condition his arm, Xavier's is quite good-looking, although obviously, only in certain perspectives. He has long legs, and walks quickly, in a soft, careful way. He also has moderately tanned skin, with a faintly visible mustache, a sign of the low quality of living that they experience in the prison.
Personality: Xavier has great determination and will when he sets his mind onto accomplishing a task. Most of the time, he is cheerful and quite optimistic (although, truthfully, there aren't many things to be optimistic about). Friendly and sensitive to the feelings of others, he can be quite dependable on as a friend. He notices when someone is in a bad mood, or is angry and someone else, and tries to talk to them and help them. Adventurous and creative, he likes to explore new ideas. However, at other times, he lacks self-esteem and confidence. He yearns to be more useful and strong for the others, but as mentioned before, he isn't too strong, and with a defected arm, it is hard for him to accomplish many tasks without getting tired quickly. Often getting angry at himself and the way he was born, he relies on the others to help regain his self-confidence.
{ another green eyed boy O_O. Whee 888th post! }
Bio
Name: Xavier Desdram
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 2nd
Magical Power: Healing
Appearance: A thin boy who is somewhat tall, he has moderately short, black hair, with bangs which hover above his strange, bright eyes. His green eyes, which seem to be able to see through anything, are set quite far apart on his long face. On the back of his head his hair grows just above his neck. When he was born, his left arm was discovered to have grown incorrectly, and as a result, it bends at a weird angle. Because of this, it is almost useless. However, his right arm has grown to be somewhat muscular, although Xavier isn't all too strong physically. Despite the condition his arm, Xavier's is quite good-looking, although obviously, only in certain perspectives. He has long legs, and walks quickly, in a soft, careful way. He also has moderately tanned skin, with a faintly visible mustache, a sign of the low quality of living that they experience in the prison.
Personality: Xavier has great determination and will when he sets his mind onto accomplishing a task. Most of the time, he is cheerful and quite optimistic (although, truthfully, there aren't many things to be optimistic about). Friendly and sensitive to the feelings of others, he can be quite dependable on as a friend. He notices when someone is in a bad mood, or is angry and someone else, and tries to talk to them and help them. Adventurous and creative, he likes to explore new ideas. However, at other times, he lacks self-esteem and confidence. He yearns to be more useful and strong for the others, but as mentioned before, he isn't too strong, and with a defected arm, it is hard for him to accomplish many tasks without getting tired quickly. Often getting angry at himself and the way he was born, he relies on the others to help regain his self-confidence.
{ another green eyed boy O_O. Whee 888th post! }
Thu Oct 27, 2005 12:17 pm
Name: Eithne
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 31st
Magical Power: Shapeshifting
Appearance: Long, black hair--well, maybe not quite black, but very dark blue--that falls almost perfectly straight, nearly to her waist. It has the potential to be quite pretty, but at the moment is matted and tangled, and covered in dirt and grime. Her pale skin, too, is in a similar condition. Only her eyes seem free of the filth ofher surroundings; their grey hues burn with an intense flame that is uncommon in one trapped so long in the prison. From some angles, her eyes seem almost black; from others so pale they are nearly white. Even if she were well-fed, she has a very petite, willowy figure that makes her seem younger than she is. In her current state of near-starvation she has a gaunt, hollowed appearance.
Personality: Withdrawn, private--even mean. That's the impression most get from Eithne upon first meeting her, and not without reason. She is a true and loyal friend--if you can get through her shell. She is undoubtedly fierce, and rarely hesitates to voice an opinion--she often offends others with her sarcastic sense of humor.
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I made it..||
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 31st
Magical Power: Shapeshifting
Appearance: Long, black hair--well, maybe not quite black, but very dark blue--that falls almost perfectly straight, nearly to her waist. It has the potential to be quite pretty, but at the moment is matted and tangled, and covered in dirt and grime. Her pale skin, too, is in a similar condition. Only her eyes seem free of the filth ofher surroundings; their grey hues burn with an intense flame that is uncommon in one trapped so long in the prison. From some angles, her eyes seem almost black; from others so pale they are nearly white. Even if she were well-fed, she has a very petite, willowy figure that makes her seem younger than she is. In her current state of near-starvation she has a gaunt, hollowed appearance.
Personality: Withdrawn, private--even mean. That's the impression most get from Eithne upon first meeting her, and not without reason. She is a true and loyal friend--if you can get through her shell. She is undoubtedly fierce, and rarely hesitates to voice an opinion--she often offends others with her sarcastic sense of humor.
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I made it..||
Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:24 pm
Name: Elena (uh-lane-uh)
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 27th
Magical Power: Weather Control
Appearance: Her long bright silvery-blond hair is tangled frightfully, and rather dirty, and the appearance is worsened by the fact her hair seems to fall past her waist. But sometimes it seems to fan out behind her without any wind at all. Elena's skin is a pale, whiter than cream shade- as though it hadn't seen sun for the longest time. Her gray eyes seem cold and detached, though sometimes a burst of gold flickers within them, as though happiness and warmth is a memory that she recalled. Her fingers are very interesting, long, and pale as the rest of her, they are delicate and flexible.. Elena's body is very slender, and she looks half-starved- and though perhaps she could be beautiful, there is not enough food to nourish the fifteen-year-old. Her bones seem to stick out at a strange angle, but it is simply her slimness. Elena's chin is often set though, with some inner determination and stregnth that wills her. Within her eyes you see something strange all the time, something so earthly or airy that it seems to frighten some people some of the time.
Personality: Elena appears quiet, nonchalant, detatched, and lost; but within her heart a fire burns that can not go out. Determination. Will. Rage. Elena is truly determined, to the point of sometimes recklessness. Her fiery temper is slowly provoked but when it lashes out, it stings like a whip. Her quiet self is only the shell that the prison has made her build, but she can chatter and be quite the leader if only she was free. Almost appearing mute, her secret and charming personality is rarely seen within the dark walls, as is her true inner (and outer) beauty. She often feels things within her mind that seem strange, like calling a wind or summoning a storm was possible. Elena often seems connected to weather in a way she does not know, but feels a strange feeling and then seems to brush it away- thinking it nothing. Thinking her power was nothing, for she was so starved and ill-treated any hint of her power shown could be her downfall, completely.
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 27th
Magical Power: Weather Control
Appearance: Her long bright silvery-blond hair is tangled frightfully, and rather dirty, and the appearance is worsened by the fact her hair seems to fall past her waist. But sometimes it seems to fan out behind her without any wind at all. Elena's skin is a pale, whiter than cream shade- as though it hadn't seen sun for the longest time. Her gray eyes seem cold and detached, though sometimes a burst of gold flickers within them, as though happiness and warmth is a memory that she recalled. Her fingers are very interesting, long, and pale as the rest of her, they are delicate and flexible.. Elena's body is very slender, and she looks half-starved- and though perhaps she could be beautiful, there is not enough food to nourish the fifteen-year-old. Her bones seem to stick out at a strange angle, but it is simply her slimness. Elena's chin is often set though, with some inner determination and stregnth that wills her. Within her eyes you see something strange all the time, something so earthly or airy that it seems to frighten some people some of the time.
Personality: Elena appears quiet, nonchalant, detatched, and lost; but within her heart a fire burns that can not go out. Determination. Will. Rage. Elena is truly determined, to the point of sometimes recklessness. Her fiery temper is slowly provoked but when it lashes out, it stings like a whip. Her quiet self is only the shell that the prison has made her build, but she can chatter and be quite the leader if only she was free. Almost appearing mute, her secret and charming personality is rarely seen within the dark walls, as is her true inner (and outer) beauty. She often feels things within her mind that seem strange, like calling a wind or summoning a storm was possible. Elena often seems connected to weather in a way she does not know, but feels a strange feeling and then seems to brush it away- thinking it nothing. Thinking her power was nothing, for she was so starved and ill-treated any hint of her power shown could be her downfall, completely.
Fri Oct 28, 2005 6:47 am
Name: Jerena
Gender: Female
Birthday: 5th of March
Magical Power: Telepathy
Appearance: Long pale golden hair which is extremely tangled and coated with dust and grime. Her skin is a pale chocolately brown and her eyes are a pale lifeless green-grey. She wears a tattered grey dress and a long red cloak which appears black because of the years of dirt and dust caked into it. Her frame is very boney and angled.
Personality: Easy to anger and quick tempered she is one of the most well-known and loudest prisoners in Vasta. Always yelling curses and trying to thrown sludge at the guards, Jerena's anger and stubborn attitude have never dulled during her 16 painful years of life (if you can even call being in prison a life). She has always been able to sense some vague emotions and stray thoughts from her fellow prisoners, however that is as far as her abilities extend at the moment.
Gender: Female
Birthday: 5th of March
Magical Power: Telepathy
Appearance: Long pale golden hair which is extremely tangled and coated with dust and grime. Her skin is a pale chocolately brown and her eyes are a pale lifeless green-grey. She wears a tattered grey dress and a long red cloak which appears black because of the years of dirt and dust caked into it. Her frame is very boney and angled.
Personality: Easy to anger and quick tempered she is one of the most well-known and loudest prisoners in Vasta. Always yelling curses and trying to thrown sludge at the guards, Jerena's anger and stubborn attitude have never dulled during her 16 painful years of life (if you can even call being in prison a life). She has always been able to sense some vague emotions and stray thoughts from her fellow prisoners, however that is as far as her abilities extend at the moment.
Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:42 am
[All right, mutevampire still has to post his bio, but as it's been 4 days already, we'll start now ^^;]
The February early morning air was chilly. Weak rays of sunlight streamed from the small, barred window high up on the wall of the cell. The muffled chirping of a bird could be heard from outside. Illyne stirred, shifting her body slightly in her sitting position, her back pressing against the icy-cold stone wall. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
So ... cold ...
She shivered, wrapping her thin arms around herself. Her limbs felt frozen, and the loose, thin rags she wore offered almost no protection.
The February early morning air was chilly. Weak rays of sunlight streamed from the small, barred window high up on the wall of the cell. The muffled chirping of a bird could be heard from outside. Illyne stirred, shifting her body slightly in her sitting position, her back pressing against the icy-cold stone wall. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
So ... cold ...
She shivered, wrapping her thin arms around herself. Her limbs felt frozen, and the loose, thin rags she wore offered almost no protection.
Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:48 am
Callum blinked blearily. He was directly below the barred window, leaning against the stone wall. The weak light rays were splashed across near his bare feet, and he stretched out so his feet were in the warmth.
His wriggled his toes as his feet drank in the pathetic source of warmth. He then scooted forward and sat right in the sunlight. No one else was sitting there, so why should he not?
The sunlight fell across his face in lines, making him look odd. He shook his head slowly. If he shook his head faster, it would give him a headache. He drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, trying to keep himself warm.
[Theresa, Elena and Callum are going to confuse me. x_X]
His wriggled his toes as his feet drank in the pathetic source of warmth. He then scooted forward and sat right in the sunlight. No one else was sitting there, so why should he not?
The sunlight fell across his face in lines, making him look odd. He shook his head slowly. If he shook his head faster, it would give him a headache. He drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, trying to keep himself warm.
[Theresa, Elena and Callum are going to confuse me. x_X]
Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:19 pm
((I keep wondering if Sirre and Jerena would be or best buddies, or worst enemies. I mean, they both seem troublemakers.. Trouble seeks company? I don't know. Though Sirre wouldn't like it that much if Jerena could read his emotions.))
A slight breeze and a tiny rise of temperature made Sirre loosen his grip on his dreams. Or maybe a piece of straw poking in his cheek. He blinked his eyes. His vision still blurry from sleeping. He was a deep sleeper, though, one would tell it from if you saw Sirre when he was awake. Jumpy, lively, never sitting around.. were the words to describe him during his awake hours.
Sirre had fallen asleep right next to the barred door through which the food came. He didn't remember lying down, he did remember his endless whining and rattling the door bars, trying to let them just bring the food. Nothing had came, and he must have fallen asleep in the end.
Light shone through the window, a small ray. Sirre noticed a shape sitting on the spot where the light hitted the floor. Jet black hair, quite floppy. Callum.
The others seemed to be still asleep.
It was bloody cold.
Sirre didn't knew what was worse now, the hunger or the cold.
Heaving himself out of his straw bed (well.. it wasn't at all that impressive), he shook his body almost dog-like. Straw floated around, accompagnied by dust.
The redhead sneezed, his nose irritated by dust and cold.
Then he continued, trotting towards Callum.
"Good morning," his voice sounding lower due to the cold he had apparantly caught during the night. "Still no food," he pouted, sitting down next the other boy.
A slight breeze and a tiny rise of temperature made Sirre loosen his grip on his dreams. Or maybe a piece of straw poking in his cheek. He blinked his eyes. His vision still blurry from sleeping. He was a deep sleeper, though, one would tell it from if you saw Sirre when he was awake. Jumpy, lively, never sitting around.. were the words to describe him during his awake hours.
Sirre had fallen asleep right next to the barred door through which the food came. He didn't remember lying down, he did remember his endless whining and rattling the door bars, trying to let them just bring the food. Nothing had came, and he must have fallen asleep in the end.
Light shone through the window, a small ray. Sirre noticed a shape sitting on the spot where the light hitted the floor. Jet black hair, quite floppy. Callum.
The others seemed to be still asleep.
It was bloody cold.
Sirre didn't knew what was worse now, the hunger or the cold.
Heaving himself out of his straw bed (well.. it wasn't at all that impressive), he shook his body almost dog-like. Straw floated around, accompagnied by dust.
The redhead sneezed, his nose irritated by dust and cold.
Then he continued, trotting towards Callum.
"Good morning," his voice sounding lower due to the cold he had apparantly caught during the night. "Still no food," he pouted, sitting down next the other boy.
Sun Oct 30, 2005 3:05 pm
Callum saw Sirre coming towards him, and he shifted over a little so Sirre could share the sunlight. Sirre proceeded to talk to him. Callum gave a nod at Sirre's "good morning", and croaked, "Morning."
Sirre went on to talk about the food situation, and Callum grimaced, hugging his knees closer. Sirre sat down. "Shame that," he said, softly and dryly, "I'm hungry."
He bit his lip and looked up at Sirre. Callum then cast his eyes around the dingy room. The others were seemingly asleep, maybe with the exception of Illyne. Callum squinted, but he couldn't tell: she was sitting in the dark.
Sirre went on to talk about the food situation, and Callum grimaced, hugging his knees closer. Sirre sat down. "Shame that," he said, softly and dryly, "I'm hungry."
He bit his lip and looked up at Sirre. Callum then cast his eyes around the dingy room. The others were seemingly asleep, maybe with the exception of Illyne. Callum squinted, but he couldn't tell: she was sitting in the dark.
Sun Oct 30, 2005 4:43 pm
Eithne was woken by the voices of Callum and Sirre. As consciousness returne to her from the deep sleep, she was suddenly acutely aware of the intense ache that seemed to envelope her entire body, as well as the biting cold of the cell. She shook her head, clearing it of sleep. She immediately wished she hadn't as a fierce headache battered the inside of her skull.
"Lovely morning." he croaked sarcastically to anyone bothering to listen.
"Lovely morning." he croaked sarcastically to anyone bothering to listen.