RoseThorne
Literate Role-Player
Greetings. My name is Rose. I’m looking for literate Role-Players and was wondering if you would be interested. Below is rules I have for my Role-Plays. Below that is summaries for each starter I have. (Sorry if this is to straight forward, or right to the point. Just excited to Role-Play and wanting to make a good first impression!)
Rules
1.NO text talk. Nothing makes me more angered then when someone doesn't try. Any replies to me (This only applies to when we are in the Role-Play. Out of Role-play I don't mind) must be in story form, meaning none of the following:
2.MUST use proper punctuation. I understand if you don't use commas or apostrophe. What I mean by proper punctuation is, don't use, * * for you action. Above is the correct use of the sentence in rule one.
3. No response. If you haven't responded to the Role-Play in three days with no warning as to that you would be gone then I will only assume that you are no longer interested in the Role-Play. (If you have been online within those three days and no response.)
The Harvest Festival was just starting and Rose and her Master had gotten separated. She knew she needed to find him before he realized she was gone or she would be punished. She was scared of the beatings since she had supposedly been disobedient before. She never once snitched on the others who had always tried to get her into trouble. Instead, she just took the beating and went on with her head down hoping they would stop the childish games of getting her into trouble.
Though this time she knew it was her fault. She had glanced over at a small trinket that an elderly lady was selling. It was the only one that she had ever felt drawn to in some way like she had seen it before and it was a connection somehow to her past. She didn’t think her master would have gone anywhere since he was talking with some other Nobles. She walked a few steps towards it to look at it and after minutes had passed she looked back through the crowds of people and he was out of sight.
Her heart raced wildly in her chest and she quickly ran forward pushing through Nobles, Children, and other slaves to make her way further to see if she could see him up ahead but to no avail did she find him and her heart dropped with discomfort. She wanted to be free but since she was of the demon species she couldn’t be free. He was to keep her till he was dead, or vice versa. At this point, she knew she could make a run for it and be as free as a demon could be but that would put her life at risk since the potion he gave her only made her eyes normal for a while. A bright red was transformed in minutes to a sparkling sky blue that seemed to be a more rare color but meant she was of high value.
Deciding to stay where she was walked back over to the small bright red trinket with black flames spread throughout the oddly colored rock. The rope was a thicker rope that was oddly enough black. A flashback of the necklace played through her mind until she was suddenly jerked out of the flashback by a strangely gentle hand on her shoulder. Just by the touch, she knew it was her master and trembled at the touch. She looks up slowly with innocent eyes then back down sadly as his eyes seemed to be full of disappointment and a small amount of anger. He was only three years older than her making him twenty-two while she was only 19. Years of being a slave to many different people and she was now stuck with a handsome noble that she learned to obey without thinking twice. His rougher sounding voice soon spoke to her as her eyes sparkled down towards the stone she had so mindlessly been staring at.
Violet spent the first nineteen years in an egg. When she hatched she didn’t know she hatched as an unusual phoenix. She was hatched in a phoenix hatchery where they raised them and sold them as pets. She was immediately taken away from her Mother and meet her new Master. She was then trained to be a freak show. Laughed at a lot, but also stared at for her beauty and talent she felt unwanted and more a freak than a human.
Mother (Star)- Phoenix- 35 years old.
“Wake up.” Says a gruff voice as her eyes lids flicker open. “Today is the day you get to meet your new Master.” He says with a dark toothy grin. “But first we must get you ready to go. Make sure you in proper order before we present you again to him.”
He moves his hands behinds his back and paces back and forth in front of her cage door. His perfectly polished black dress shoes making a soft clump around his concrete ground. Her eyes followed his every motion as she sits in the egg they had found her in. There was only half an egg, the bottom half of it. The egg had white patterns all over it and a dark red under the white patterns. She shifts her body a bit in the egg and cowards down, afraid of what he was wanting to do.
“Hmm, let's see.” He says with a small grin. “Stand up.” He orders.
She sighs silently and rose to her feet. She looks up at him still because of how short she was. The part of the dress the looked like a tail when sitting down fell limp against the back of her soft thin legs. She closed her eyes softly while lowering her head towards the ground. With a look on his face, that couldn’t be interpreted as he looks down upon her.
“Okay now.” He pauses then nods. “Ring”
With the order they had decided would be the word for a specific trick she rears her head back and makes an O shape with her mouth and fire rises up out of her throat and makes a ring of fire above her head. It sits there burning for a minute the falls to the ground in a circle around her in a bunch of sparkles of ashes still glowing with a small fire inside them but died out the moment they touch the concrete.
“Good enough. Practice the rest of your tricks on your own.” He says with a sigh there was a knock on the door.
He shakes his head and walks out the room while she walks around the cage practicing what they had gone over. She hated it but did it anyways. Seeing the buyer at the door her master greets him with a warm greeting and shakes his hand asking the man to follow him to his new pet. Her master presses a button that gives her a one-minute warning prepare what they went over for when he arrives.
Quickly turning into a phoenix with fire as feathers she flies to the top of the cage out of sight and when he walks in she dives down fire spreading throughout the cage setting even the metal on fire though it didn’t melt. She dives through ring after ring of fire and does many other tricks till she comes to a stop turning to her human form in egg and stares down at the floor not once laying an eye on the man who was to buy her.
“Well, it's all yours for 5,000 gold. Like our deal.” Her master states and looks at him with a grin waiting on his reply.
Almita sat in her room wondering about the pitch black castle in the distance. Lightning striking down around its black brick structure. Dead trees popping up into view around the castle. The only separation between her kingdom of Light and there kingdom of Darkness was a peaceful land that was for neither side and happened to be the only mutual thing. A treaty was signed long before she was born by her father and the king of the dark castle. The Dwarfs had owned that land a long time ago but they where gone now, but the treaty was still intact and in use to this day.
Almita soon got up from her window seat and darted across the room carefully. She slowly shut the door behind her and silently walked downstairs. Her bare feet quiet against the glass like floor that was shined to perfection for the royals. She paused by her parents room hearing them talking about the Castle Of Darkness. She presses her ear against the door and listens silently as her mother speaks.
“One day. Just one day, Jame!” Her mother says in a worried tone.
“She knows she isn't allowed outside of the castle love. Her bones being to weak and fragile. Almita would never put her self in any kind of danger that would cause her bones to break Jasmine.” Her father, James, says in a soothing voice to her mother.
“You don't know that! She has always been the adventurous one. She goes into the peaceful lands of the Dwarfs old territory and come face to face with that, Emidus! He has a way with words I have heard. He can talk her into it, for he knows how important she is to this kingdoms survival. When we are gone no one will be able to take her place if he drags her out of the peaceful lands and kills her!” Jasmine cries, her foots step heard as she paces the floor.
“I have walked in on her sitting in the window seat and staring over towards the castle!” She continues but was soon stopped by James calm soothing words that had made anyone with rage calm down.
“Maybe she was looking outside at the kingdoms country houses. Shes a young woman Jasmine. She has the right to day dream. Shes getting to the age where she needs to find the love of her life so she won't want to find out whats over there.”
With a moment of silence she thought that she had been caught and stumbled away from the door. Her breathing was heavy at the thought of her getting caught listening in to a private conversation between her parents.
“Your right James. Maybe that will sooth her.” Her mother states in a more soothed tone but still had anxiety layered in her voice. “I'm going to go get a glace of wine.” She states as walks to the door and opens it.
With a gasp Almita stumbled back tripping over a bright blue carpet and falling down. The bone in her wrist snapped and she let out a yelp and scream of pain. Tears brimmed her eyes as her mother stood in the door bewildered and stunned by what just happened. But only for a second was she frozen in horror before James runs to her and sweeps her aside to run to Almita's side. He tries to reach out and comfort his now crying daughter but she shakes her head and he realizes it wasn't just the pain in her wrist she was crying over.
“Don't touch me!” Almita demands. “You think you can just force me into a random relationship with a guy and be happy so I will never want to go outside? Your wrong! It will never work! Your right Father, I am a young woman and that means I'm old enough to make my own choices!” She yells as stands to her feet and runs down stairs and out the back door before her Father, Mother, or the near by guards could stop her.
She runs straight through the middle of the sleeping town and right into the peace-lands. With a deep breath she stopped at the edge and walked in. Her eyes wondered the neither light or dark forest. It was brown like the mixture of the two main colors of the two kingdoms was splattered on the ground making a medium colored brown lighting. She shakes her head and keeps walking her white night gown trailing behind her but surprisingly not getting dirt on it. The front part of it swaying around her lower legs and the tails of bright golden hair trailing down her shoulders and blowing lightly in the wind.
A twig snapping from behind her made her jump and turn around quickly flinching at the pain in her wrist from moving suddenly. Fearfully she stares into the shadows, and to her dismay it was Emidus. It was like two different sides of her was tearing at her. The one she wanted to be and the one she was raised to be. She backs up a little in fear the side that she was raised to be taking over but the curiosity side taking over. She was no longer drawn to the castle but was drawn to him oddly. With a dark grin he walked out of the shadows towards her.
A tired sigh was all that was heard of Ember’s Master as he trudged on Ember walking along side of him tired as well but extremely alert. They had been walking all day with little to no breaks to sit down rest or eat. She was hungry, tired, thirsty, and her paws ached a bit. Even though she was extremely tired she was willing to stay up and watch over him. Her eyes would be darting around her ears perked and attention focused on even the smallest of sounds.
Her master pointed to a clearing near the side of the trail and started to walk towards it. She dips her head softly in agreement and glances up at him. She had never seen the face that hides under that hood of his and she knew better than to look upon it if he would happen to take it off. As her master would lay do she would sits near him her tail wrapped around her aching paws and her attention focused on ever area around her Master.
Rustling was heard in the bushes on the far end of the clearing. As she lets out a loud growl that would wake her Master, but he was so tired that he would be in a deep sleep and it would take more than that to wake him. Her ears pinned back when she heard another rustle only this time in a different bush. Her attention snapped to that bush which happened to be much closer to her and Master than the other bush. Yet again another rustle was heard in a third bush and she lets out a soft whine that would only make her Master stir a little but not enough to wake up.
Ember readied herself for an attack and when an old master of hers name Anton stepped out of the bush with a wicked grin her eyes widened and her fur caught fire making it look like lava was flowing through it. Another one stepped out and it was Brendan another old Master of her. These two where just helpers of her main Master Felix in which she looked to the next bushing knowing who to expect. Slowly they circled in the two of them did and she lounges at one but he was too quick. He jumped out of the way sending her hurdling into the bush.
Growling she lounges at one again as Felix steps out of the third bush and kicks her master awake. By the time he would come to his senses Felix would have a knife to his throat. Her eyes widen and she let out an ear piercing yelp that made the two near her cover there ears. She lunges at the man by her master after slipping by the two holding there ears. She tackles the man to the ground and he lets out a huff.
“Show your Master your true self you vile creature!” He growls but had a wicked smirk written on his lips.
Caught off guard by his words she paused for a second knowing her Master would be awake now and had heard that. The other two had fled like planned while it was now just Felix, Master, and Ember. Her eyes would widen and she would bare her teeth and start to clap down on his neck when he would vanish from underneath her and grin appearing yet again at the far end of the clearing.
“Your Master will know of your true form soon enough,” He paused then said with a grin. “Ember.” With that he used the last of his magic to vanish, leaving Ember and her Master alone.
Ember walks over to her master and sniffs the air. Upon smelling no blood she lowers her head nervously wondering if he would ask about what the mean had said. She sits by his feet and glances around. She tried to act like everything was fine but wasn’t sure what her master would do.
“Your highness!” The guard said running in the throne room and bowing before his feet. “There has been an attack. The village is being attacked by the Blood Elves! They are being lead by a highly trained assassin named Vanessa.”
The knight said as he looks up at the king who sits on his throne. His golden armor giving small glints in the light that it reflects off it showing just how well polished it has been. He sits up straighter and nods softly. His ocean blue eyes look down at the knight with authority.
“I suppose that this assassin is coming to try to kill me?” He asked and upon seeing the knights head nod softly he continued. “Protect my people. I can handle this supposed highly trained assassin.” The king orders a dark grin spreading across his ridged yet handsome features.
With a nod the guard runs off towards the village to protect the people as ordered. The king waits upon his throne for the assassin. He starts to sharpen his sword though knowing he wont need it didn’t bother worrying about it to much as he dropped it to the ground.
Mean while Vanessa had just finished killing her fifth guard single handed. She was now walking up the steps towards the kings throne. She was hardly dressed in any armor. In fact she hardly had any clothes on!
Covering the front part of her taking place of a skirt was red feathers that had been attached to some fabric by a button of sliver with black spikes coming out the side. The fabric covered the back of her. Her legs had boots that went up to her thighs. Covering her breast was delicately wrapped cloth that made a nice pattern. She had on what seemed to be armor only on her shoulders and arms. With a hood on her head she looked stunning with her white hair braided in a few places and bright green eyes.
She made her way to the man sitting with a smirk on the throne. “So I see you have come to kill me.” The girl just simply nodded and kept walking forward “You must be highly trained to get past so many guards with no help or weapon.” The king states as stands up slowly and walks forward.
“I have had much practice. I was trained specifically for the reason to someday be able to kill you. To bring honor to myself and my tribe.” She states standing still and staring straight ahead as he walks around her in circles looking her over. “If I bring back your head my tribe will be pleased. The spirits of our ancestors will be at rest.”
The king smirks softly when he was behind her and nods. “Very well then.” He said and walked around the front of her. “Shall we begin.” With out another word from her besides the occasional grunts of the effort or force of a hit she was silent. She had put up a good fight. Perhaps the best fight the king had seen but in the end she wasn’t near strong enough to over power him. He had her to the ground as she lays there trembling but excepts her death. Closing her eyes she took in what she thought would be her final breath and flinched as he raised his sword.
(In case you are confused your the king.)
Amber spent her life locked away inside the castle learning how to be a proper princess and a future Queen other than the servants and teachers she had her Mother and Father, the King and Queen, where the only others she talked to.
Mother (Vivian)- Queen- 36 years of age.
Father (Arthur)- King- 40 years of age.
Future Husband (Unknown)- King of her new home- Age unknown (This up to you)
“Get your filthy hands off me, you dirty animals!” The princess of Algora screams as the guards grab her wrists and slaps on golden cuffs with shackles. The guards says nothing as leads her towards the main door. Looking back at her parents who stood with small looks of relief on there faces, she started to beg them. “Mother! Father! Please don’t let them take me!” The King and Queen only stood there silently there lips pierced together as though it would be a sin to speak against the guards that where taking her daughter to a whole other kingdom.
Tears of hatred fill her eyes as she looks at them and she looks away from them towards the door the guards where taking her to. The large dark blue and brown doors that takes, five men on each door to open it. The guards of her parents kingdom was dressed in high quality armor that would hold up against the toughest and sharpest of weapons. It had dark blue and browns on the armor, kingdom colors. They pushed as hard as they could against the doors, till they where open wide.
The guards had always been hers to command and she tried one last time, holding onto this one shred of hope that they may help. “Guards! Don’t let them do this! Make them release me!” She screams looking at each one as they just stared straight ahead not moving or looking at her. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she squirms and thrashes screaming out the word help, hoping that at least the people would pay attention and see what horrible people the king and queen are, but at last, no one heard her sheiks for help.
A guard wrapped his arms around her and lifted her onto an armored white horse with a long flowing main. She grabs a hold of the mane for balance as she sits side ways on the horse her long white dress flowing down to her ankles. With a “Yah!” The horse starts to walk. She sways with the movement of the horse as the guards with there red and black armor surround the horse.
One guard held the chain firmly in his hand while the other lead the horse down the narrow path that ran from her parents kingdom to her new home. Any window of opportunity to escape would be gone with as much guards surrounding her on the horse as possible. She always checked to see if the guards would slack up and give her the perfect opportunity to run but they never did. Hours of long riding they finally made it to a dark seemingly shadow cast castle and land.
Upon arriving she was lead up stair case after stare case till they got to the kings room. A guard knocks and hearing a gruff voice tell him to come in he tells the king of her arrival. With a motion for them to bring her in they push her into the room and lock the door till the king tells them to unlock it. She glares at him with hatred and straightens up the shackles jingling as she does.
“I demand you let me go at once! I will not tolerate such behavior as in to steal me away from my kingdom and parents. Why would you have me brought to such a dreadful place in the first place?” She spoke in an authoritative voice.
Rules
1.NO text talk. Nothing makes me more angered then when someone doesn't try. Any replies to me (This only applies to when we are in the Role-Play. Out of Role-play I don't mind) must be in story form, meaning none of the following:
- Wrong~ *He walks over 2 her and smiles* I wont hurt u.
- Right~ He walks over to her and smiles. "I won't hurt you."
2.MUST use proper punctuation. I understand if you don't use commas or apostrophe. What I mean by proper punctuation is, don't use, * * for you action. Above is the correct use of the sentence in rule one.
3. No response. If you haven't responded to the Role-Play in three days with no warning as to that you would be gone then I will only assume that you are no longer interested in the Role-Play. (If you have been online within those three days and no response.)
Name-
Rose
Age-
19
Gender-
Female
Species-
Demon
Ethnicity-
Caucasian
Height-
5’2
Orientation-
Straight
Occupation-
Slave
Residence-
Her Master’s Manor
Physical Description-
Rose has long black hair that hangs down across her forehead, it covers her left eye hiding most of the left side of her face. Under that is a short scar that runs from her eyebrow and just barely below her ear. Her eyes are normally black though depending on her power/ mood she is in it will change. Her master never allowed her to wear anything nice so she was always wearing torn clothing that revealed too much and was almost always dressed in black for what her species is. She has torn shorts and is always barefooted. The shirt drapes over both her shoulders and shows half of her thin stomach with ribs showing from the lack of food. She also has a spiked collar around her neck that is magic bound and keeps her powers locked so she can’t use them.
Personality-
Rose has a shy and timid personality that comes through all the time and its hard to get her to warm up to you. She loves to fight and use her powers for good but with the collar, she is denied any type of magic. The longer her powers are locked the weaker they become. She feels it fading farther and farther away. She at times will faint from the lack of food or from her powers having a sudden drop in power.
Magic/Abilities-
Rose, being a demon, has the ability to use fire to her will. She knows many spells but just like her powers, she is unable to use spells. Any type of magic would hurt her if she tried and used it. Waves of fire, with a surrounding ocean of flames, is her favorite power.
Eye Color Meaning-
Red- Normal
Dark Red- Mad
Orange- Alert
Yellow- Excited
Blue- Sad
Dark Blue- Depressed
Silver- Happy
Pink- Love.
Green- Sick
Fears-
Rose has had a fear of Vampires ever since she watched them kill her parents and sister. She also has a fear of people but will come more to being calmer and trusting around women than men, because of how she was used as a slave. She is terrified of loud noises such as thunder, yelling and screaming, etc.
Likes-
Rose has no memory of anything she likes. Bad memories take their spots so her likes are unknown.
Relationships-
Rose's parents and baby sister were all killed in an attack for the species to gain a stone that will grant them an unknown power.
Her family-
(Lily) Little sister- 4 years of age.
(Caren) Mom- 34 years of age.
(Daren) Dad- 36 years of age.
Recent Acquaintances-
(Trixton) Demon- 16 years of age. (When she first meet him)
(Exon) Master- 39 years of age. (When she was first put into his “care”) (Now 51 years of age)
History-
When she was five her Mother and Father were murdered by an unknown species in front of her eyes. She had later grabbed her sister and ran out of the house and into the woods until a vampire drops down in front of her, he rips her sister out of her hands and the vampire begins feasting on her. Rose runs away doing nothing to help them. She later found a training camp where she spent the remainder of her childhood studying fire, spells, and fighting techniques. When she left the camp she had stumbled onto a demon who disguised himself as a human he managed to get her to trust him and sold her to the king of the Underworld. She escaped after years of torture and was caught in a slave trade. The demons are still after her to this day.
Starter-
The Harvest Festival was just starting and Rose and her Master had gotten separated. She knew she needed to find him before he realized she was gone or she would be punished. She was scared of the beatings since she had supposedly been disobedient before. She never once snitched on the others who had always tried to get her into trouble. Instead, she just took the beating and went on with her head down hoping they would stop the childish games of getting her into trouble.
Though this time she knew it was her fault. She had glanced over at a small trinket that an elderly lady was selling. It was the only one that she had ever felt drawn to in some way like she had seen it before and it was a connection somehow to her past. She didn’t think her master would have gone anywhere since he was talking with some other Nobles. She walked a few steps towards it to look at it and after minutes had passed she looked back through the crowds of people and he was out of sight.
Her heart raced wildly in her chest and she quickly ran forward pushing through Nobles, Children, and other slaves to make her way further to see if she could see him up ahead but to no avail did she find him and her heart dropped with discomfort. She wanted to be free but since she was of the demon species she couldn’t be free. He was to keep her till he was dead, or vice versa. At this point, she knew she could make a run for it and be as free as a demon could be but that would put her life at risk since the potion he gave her only made her eyes normal for a while. A bright red was transformed in minutes to a sparkling sky blue that seemed to be a more rare color but meant she was of high value.
Deciding to stay where she was walked back over to the small bright red trinket with black flames spread throughout the oddly colored rock. The rope was a thicker rope that was oddly enough black. A flashback of the necklace played through her mind until she was suddenly jerked out of the flashback by a strangely gentle hand on her shoulder. Just by the touch, she knew it was her master and trembled at the touch. She looks up slowly with innocent eyes then back down sadly as his eyes seemed to be full of disappointment and a small amount of anger. He was only three years older than her making him twenty-two while she was only 19. Years of being a slave to many different people and she was now stuck with a handsome noble that she learned to obey without thinking twice. His rougher sounding voice soon spoke to her as her eyes sparkled down towards the stone she had so mindlessly been staring at.
Name-
Violet
Age-
19
Gender-
Female
Species-
Shape Shifter (Turns into a Phoenix) / Fire Bender
Ethnicity-
Caucasian
Height-
5’1
Orientation-
Straight
Occupation-
Pet (Slave)
Residence-
With Her Master (Where ever you decide.)
Physical Description-
Violet has red hair and mahogany eyes. Her skin is pale from living her life in the egg she was hatched from. She has a thin body and great posture. She most generally will wear any kind of red clothing. The main outfit she wears includes. Red gloves that go up to her shoulders, a top that shows her flat toned belly and A shirt that stops midway down her thigh and flares out like a tail at the bottom.
Personality-
Violet is a shy, and depressed girl. She has been used by her master as a sideshow for years now. Traveling from Kingdom to Kingdom, going to small and large villages to see if they can get money for people to go see her. She was trained to speak English though never used it so they think she was unable to speak. She was also trained to shapeshift and use her powers on command and which trick to do first.
Magic/Abilities-
Violet is a shape shifter and a fire bender. The only thing she can shapeshift into is a phoenix and can do many tricks with fire, such as, make a ring of fire, turns to feathers to fire, etc.
Relationships-
Violet spent the first nineteen years in an egg. When she hatched she didn’t know she hatched as an unusual phoenix. She was hatched in a phoenix hatchery where they raised them and sold them as pets. She was immediately taken away from her Mother and meet her new Master. She was then trained to be a freak show. Laughed at a lot, but also stared at for her beauty and talent she felt unwanted and more a freak than a human.
Mother (Star)- Phoenix- 35 years old.
Master (Unknown)- (About her age depending on what you want your characters age to be)
History-
Violet spent nineteen years of her life in an egg. When she hatched she was abnormal both human and phoenix. She was immediately taken from her mother at the hatching grounds and trained to be a side show. She was also trained to do tricks on command. Present day she has been sold to a man who managed to get enough gold to persuade her Master to sell her. She is now his new pet and meeting him for the first time today.
Starter-
“Wake up.” Says a gruff voice as her eyes lids flicker open. “Today is the day you get to meet your new Master.” He says with a dark toothy grin. “But first we must get you ready to go. Make sure you in proper order before we present you again to him.”
He moves his hands behinds his back and paces back and forth in front of her cage door. His perfectly polished black dress shoes making a soft clump around his concrete ground. Her eyes followed his every motion as she sits in the egg they had found her in. There was only half an egg, the bottom half of it. The egg had white patterns all over it and a dark red under the white patterns. She shifts her body a bit in the egg and cowards down, afraid of what he was wanting to do.
“Hmm, let's see.” He says with a small grin. “Stand up.” He orders.
She sighs silently and rose to her feet. She looks up at him still because of how short she was. The part of the dress the looked like a tail when sitting down fell limp against the back of her soft thin legs. She closed her eyes softly while lowering her head towards the ground. With a look on his face, that couldn’t be interpreted as he looks down upon her.
“Okay now.” He pauses then nods. “Ring”
With the order they had decided would be the word for a specific trick she rears her head back and makes an O shape with her mouth and fire rises up out of her throat and makes a ring of fire above her head. It sits there burning for a minute the falls to the ground in a circle around her in a bunch of sparkles of ashes still glowing with a small fire inside them but died out the moment they touch the concrete.
“Good enough. Practice the rest of your tricks on your own.” He says with a sigh there was a knock on the door.
He shakes his head and walks out the room while she walks around the cage practicing what they had gone over. She hated it but did it anyways. Seeing the buyer at the door her master greets him with a warm greeting and shakes his hand asking the man to follow him to his new pet. Her master presses a button that gives her a one-minute warning prepare what they went over for when he arrives.
Quickly turning into a phoenix with fire as feathers she flies to the top of the cage out of sight and when he walks in she dives down fire spreading throughout the cage setting even the metal on fire though it didn’t melt. She dives through ring after ring of fire and does many other tricks till she comes to a stop turning to her human form in egg and stares down at the floor not once laying an eye on the man who was to buy her.
“Well, it's all yours for 5,000 gold. Like our deal.” Her master states and looks at him with a grin waiting on his reply.
Name-
Almita
Age-
21
Gender-
Female
Species-
Angle
Ethnicity-
Caucasian
Height-
5’5
Orientation-
Straight
Occupation-
Princes of the Angelic Castle Of Light
Residence-
Angelic Castle Of Light
Physical Description-
The normal color of the anglic race is bright colors like white, yellow, pink, bright blue, etc. They are more of a shorter race while the Demons are a normally tall and towering over normal sized people. Almita has pale white skin that has been blessed by the light to make it sparkle in the darkness much like a vampires but with more light. Her build is thin and has an elegant posture. Her weight is around 110, being short and thin making her body feel less than that and almost like a feather. Her bones are very frail and might break easily if handled to roughly. The smallest fall or bump is dangerous to her but her will for adventure causes her to ignore the risks. Her eyes are a bright blue and hair is long waves of curly blonde hair.
Personality-
Almita is kind and gentle. When it comes to evil or dark things she is not one to be drawn to it. Because of her life living in the white castle which has its name by many as, Angelic Castle Of Light, she has learned to fear evil and dark things and never make contact with any of them. She shy’s away from most dark things but even though she had been raised to hate and run from the dark something from the black castle, or the name its people have given it, Demonic Castle Of Darkness, seems to draw her in. She spends her days staring out the window and looking towards the pitch black castle in hopes of one day learning why she was so scared, yet drawn to it.
Magic/Abilities-
None that she knows of yet.
Relationships-
Besides the few maids that she is allowed to see or the guards.
History-
Almita has spent her life locked in her room. Safe and sound from the out side world. With her bone condition she was not allowed out of her bed more than five times a day, as her parents would worry she would kill herself from a fall or injure herself. She hated her life like this and times she would walk to the close window and stare out it at the dark kingdom. With her parents getting older, her time to take the throne would be soon but with such a condition no man would be willing to take her on even it if it meant control over the kingdom. With time running out, her parents start to discuss a plan.
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Name-
Emidus
Age-
23
Gender-
Male
Species-
Demon
Ethnicity-
Caucasian
Height-
6’1
Orientation-
Straight
Occupation-
King of the Demonic Castle Of Darkness
Residence-
Demon Kingdom
Physical Description-
Emidus is always dressed in black. His kind, the Demons, never where anything but black. He has an armored royal attire, a black cape, black steal armor from head to two outlined with a dark goldish color and horn like structure on his helmet, is what the royal attire is made up of. His hair is black under his helmet and his eyes are a dark red almost black color. His skin is also pale but unlike hers doesn't sparkle. The light can burn him and anyone that is made up of light also will burn him.
Personality-
Unlike Almita, he is rough and brutal, with no need for love or friends he fights his way to the top and takes out anyone who stands against him or in his way. Emidus never shy's away from things or backs down. With an unknown reason for rage running through his veins he is rough and brutal even to the ones he loves. Emidus also loves to play games, when meeting a girl from the opposite kingdom he would tell them many different things that would get the to come join his side.
Magic/Abilities-
(Up to you)
Relationships-
(Up to you)
History-
(Up to you)
Starter-
Almita sat in her room wondering about the pitch black castle in the distance. Lightning striking down around its black brick structure. Dead trees popping up into view around the castle. The only separation between her kingdom of Light and there kingdom of Darkness was a peaceful land that was for neither side and happened to be the only mutual thing. A treaty was signed long before she was born by her father and the king of the dark castle. The Dwarfs had owned that land a long time ago but they where gone now, but the treaty was still intact and in use to this day.
Almita soon got up from her window seat and darted across the room carefully. She slowly shut the door behind her and silently walked downstairs. Her bare feet quiet against the glass like floor that was shined to perfection for the royals. She paused by her parents room hearing them talking about the Castle Of Darkness. She presses her ear against the door and listens silently as her mother speaks.
“One day. Just one day, Jame!” Her mother says in a worried tone.
“She knows she isn't allowed outside of the castle love. Her bones being to weak and fragile. Almita would never put her self in any kind of danger that would cause her bones to break Jasmine.” Her father, James, says in a soothing voice to her mother.
“You don't know that! She has always been the adventurous one. She goes into the peaceful lands of the Dwarfs old territory and come face to face with that, Emidus! He has a way with words I have heard. He can talk her into it, for he knows how important she is to this kingdoms survival. When we are gone no one will be able to take her place if he drags her out of the peaceful lands and kills her!” Jasmine cries, her foots step heard as she paces the floor.
“I have walked in on her sitting in the window seat and staring over towards the castle!” She continues but was soon stopped by James calm soothing words that had made anyone with rage calm down.
“Maybe she was looking outside at the kingdoms country houses. Shes a young woman Jasmine. She has the right to day dream. Shes getting to the age where she needs to find the love of her life so she won't want to find out whats over there.”
With a moment of silence she thought that she had been caught and stumbled away from the door. Her breathing was heavy at the thought of her getting caught listening in to a private conversation between her parents.
“Your right James. Maybe that will sooth her.” Her mother states in a more soothed tone but still had anxiety layered in her voice. “I'm going to go get a glace of wine.” She states as walks to the door and opens it.
With a gasp Almita stumbled back tripping over a bright blue carpet and falling down. The bone in her wrist snapped and she let out a yelp and scream of pain. Tears brimmed her eyes as her mother stood in the door bewildered and stunned by what just happened. But only for a second was she frozen in horror before James runs to her and sweeps her aside to run to Almita's side. He tries to reach out and comfort his now crying daughter but she shakes her head and he realizes it wasn't just the pain in her wrist she was crying over.
“Don't touch me!” Almita demands. “You think you can just force me into a random relationship with a guy and be happy so I will never want to go outside? Your wrong! It will never work! Your right Father, I am a young woman and that means I'm old enough to make my own choices!” She yells as stands to her feet and runs down stairs and out the back door before her Father, Mother, or the near by guards could stop her.
She runs straight through the middle of the sleeping town and right into the peace-lands. With a deep breath she stopped at the edge and walked in. Her eyes wondered the neither light or dark forest. It was brown like the mixture of the two main colors of the two kingdoms was splattered on the ground making a medium colored brown lighting. She shakes her head and keeps walking her white night gown trailing behind her but surprisingly not getting dirt on it. The front part of it swaying around her lower legs and the tails of bright golden hair trailing down her shoulders and blowing lightly in the wind.
A twig snapping from behind her made her jump and turn around quickly flinching at the pain in her wrist from moving suddenly. Fearfully she stares into the shadows, and to her dismay it was Emidus. It was like two different sides of her was tearing at her. The one she wanted to be and the one she was raised to be. She backs up a little in fear the side that she was raised to be taking over but the curiosity side taking over. She was no longer drawn to the castle but was drawn to him oddly. With a dark grin he walked out of the shadows towards her.
Name-
Ember
Age-
Unknown
Gender-
Female
Species-
Wolf / Human/ Shape Shifter/ Fire Bender
Ethnicity-
Caucasian
Height-
Wolf Form- 3’0
Human Form- 5’1
Orientation-
Straight
Occupation-
Pet / Slave / Protector
Residence-
Where ever her Master settles for that night.
Physical Description-
Wolf Form-
Fire Form- Ember has black fur with a glowing lava like skin underneath her. Her face looks like she broken rocks flowing in the lava but its just her black and red fur. She looks hot to the touch but if her master touches her he will not get burned. However anyone else that does will get third degree burns. No smoke rises from her fur even though she is technically pure fire. Her eyes are a glowing orange.
Regular Form- Ember has pure black fur that shines with liveliness in the moonlight or sunlight. She has dark brown eyes that almost look pure black. Her fur is thick and fluffy but smooth as silk and always looked well brushed and cleaned.
Human Form-
Fire Form- Ember’s form when she uses her fire powers does not differ much from her regular form. The only difference about between her Regular Form and Fire Form, is her eyes, hair, and hands. Her hands will have bright colored flames coming from her skin. Her hair will turn a dark red and her eyes will turn orange.
Regular Form- Ember has straight blonde hair that is uneven in places and thin. Her eyes are a silver color. She is toned and thin. If you can see her stomach she is pretty thin from just eating scraps.
Personality-
Wolf Form-
Ember is confident and aggressive towards anyone who isn’t her Master, unless he tells her to be nice to said person. She is very powerful and not helpless when in her wolf form. She will stay awake for days at a time watching over her Master and eating any scraps he gives her. She is very loyal and protective of her Master, along with loving at times.
Human Form-
Ember is shy and scared in her Human Form, due to the fact she hasn’t been in it in over nine years. She feels weak and vulnerable. Since she hasn’t been in her Human Form for over nine years, she has forgotten how to walk on two legs since she is only use to walking on all four.
Magic/Abilities-
Fire Bending Ablities
Fire- Ember can do almost any trick with fire.
Shape Shifting Ablities
Wolf- Ember is only able to shift into a wolf. (See picture / Physical Description)
Relationships-
Ember has spent the last nine years of her life traveling with her new master. They came upon a few thieves that thought they could rob her Master blind but ended up dying a quick death. She has never once left her Masters side. Before her time with her Master, she lived in a cage. Her old Masters where brutal and abusive. Listed below is the names of the people she has come in contact with with in her time of being born. (That she can remember. Refer to history. All ages except for the Master’s age where at the last contact time with them. 1St 2nd and 3rd Masters worked as a team, meaning she was owned by all three at the time.)
Felix (1st Master)- 22 years of age. Ember was 1 year of age when he got her.
Anton (2nd Master)- 16 years of age. Ember was 1 year of age when he got her.
Brendan (3rd Master)- 18 years of age. Ember was 1 year of age when he got her.
History-
Ember was born in a small house in the middle of the forest miles away from any village or kingdom. She was only one when her parents had been attacked after years of being tracked by a village they had been run from before her birth. They took her and three men became her master locking her in a cage. She lived her life in the cage for twelve years living as a freak show. Forced to turned from wolf to human and back on command, do shows and tricks for each command no matter how tired of hungry she was, failure to do so meant she would be punished. Whipped starve to the point of almost death then forced to eat. One day one of her Masters had made the mistake of leaving the cage door open as he raged in. Her seeing this used what little strength she had and tackled him and darted out the door leaving the Hell she had lived in for twelve years. She spent her days hunting in the forest recovering till she found a man she had took a liking to and he had took a liking to her. He decided to make her his and like an obedient dog she let him collar her and followed him every where. He taught her how to protect and soon was stronger than she ever thought possible and got comfortable enough around him to show him her fire powers but decided she would never show him her human side. To this day she travels with a man who she had never seen his face, until he finds the one he is looking for and settles down to start a family. Ember was a bit worried about him leaving her out and setting her free to live her life alone or be captured by someone else. Her loyalty lies with this man and she would die for him.
Starter-
A tired sigh was all that was heard of Ember’s Master as he trudged on Ember walking along side of him tired as well but extremely alert. They had been walking all day with little to no breaks to sit down rest or eat. She was hungry, tired, thirsty, and her paws ached a bit. Even though she was extremely tired she was willing to stay up and watch over him. Her eyes would be darting around her ears perked and attention focused on even the smallest of sounds.
Her master pointed to a clearing near the side of the trail and started to walk towards it. She dips her head softly in agreement and glances up at him. She had never seen the face that hides under that hood of his and she knew better than to look upon it if he would happen to take it off. As her master would lay do she would sits near him her tail wrapped around her aching paws and her attention focused on ever area around her Master.
Rustling was heard in the bushes on the far end of the clearing. As she lets out a loud growl that would wake her Master, but he was so tired that he would be in a deep sleep and it would take more than that to wake him. Her ears pinned back when she heard another rustle only this time in a different bush. Her attention snapped to that bush which happened to be much closer to her and Master than the other bush. Yet again another rustle was heard in a third bush and she lets out a soft whine that would only make her Master stir a little but not enough to wake up.
Ember readied herself for an attack and when an old master of hers name Anton stepped out of the bush with a wicked grin her eyes widened and her fur caught fire making it look like lava was flowing through it. Another one stepped out and it was Brendan another old Master of her. These two where just helpers of her main Master Felix in which she looked to the next bushing knowing who to expect. Slowly they circled in the two of them did and she lounges at one but he was too quick. He jumped out of the way sending her hurdling into the bush.
Growling she lounges at one again as Felix steps out of the third bush and kicks her master awake. By the time he would come to his senses Felix would have a knife to his throat. Her eyes widen and she let out an ear piercing yelp that made the two near her cover there ears. She lunges at the man by her master after slipping by the two holding there ears. She tackles the man to the ground and he lets out a huff.
“Show your Master your true self you vile creature!” He growls but had a wicked smirk written on his lips.
Caught off guard by his words she paused for a second knowing her Master would be awake now and had heard that. The other two had fled like planned while it was now just Felix, Master, and Ember. Her eyes would widen and she would bare her teeth and start to clap down on his neck when he would vanish from underneath her and grin appearing yet again at the far end of the clearing.
“Your Master will know of your true form soon enough,” He paused then said with a grin. “Ember.” With that he used the last of his magic to vanish, leaving Ember and her Master alone.
Ember walks over to her master and sniffs the air. Upon smelling no blood she lowers her head nervously wondering if he would ask about what the mean had said. She sits by his feet and glances around. She tried to act like everything was fine but wasn’t sure what her master would do.
Name-
Venessa
Age-
2,031 (Adult/ Mid 20’s for a human)
Gender-
Female
Species-
Blood Elf
Ethnicity-
Caucasian
Height-
6’1
Orientation-
Straight
Occupation-
Warrior for the Blood Elfs
Residence-
SilverMoon
Physical Description-
Venessa is thin yet muscular. She has a flat toned stomach and bright glowing white skin. She has long white hair and wears only dark colors to represent her species. She wears two different types of armored gloves on each arm which is the only armor she has on. She has a feathers that barely cover the front of her and delicately wrapped fabric over her breast.
Personality-
She is very honorable. She wants nothing more than to either kill the man who has been killing her kind for years or die honorably trying to. When proven that no matter what she does she isn’t the strongest she is shy and timid but if made a servant she is loyal and obedient.
Magic/Abilities-
Beams of Light- Venessa has the power to send a burning beam of light down at any target.
Relationships-
Variant (Warrior who adopted her.)- 21 years of age when he got her. (She was 2 months old)
Fancier (Chief)- 61 years of age from when she left to kill the king
History-
Venessa’s parents where killed by the king according to the stories of the Chief. She spent her time being taken care of her step father who was more of a trainer to her then a real father. She spent her time with him watching him train till she was old enough to train herself. She dedicated her life to killing the man who killed her parents and trained her self at times to point of death, and wouldn’t stop till someone told her to stop or she would die.
Starter-
“Your highness!” The guard said running in the throne room and bowing before his feet. “There has been an attack. The village is being attacked by the Blood Elves! They are being lead by a highly trained assassin named Vanessa.”
The knight said as he looks up at the king who sits on his throne. His golden armor giving small glints in the light that it reflects off it showing just how well polished it has been. He sits up straighter and nods softly. His ocean blue eyes look down at the knight with authority.
“I suppose that this assassin is coming to try to kill me?” He asked and upon seeing the knights head nod softly he continued. “Protect my people. I can handle this supposed highly trained assassin.” The king orders a dark grin spreading across his ridged yet handsome features.
With a nod the guard runs off towards the village to protect the people as ordered. The king waits upon his throne for the assassin. He starts to sharpen his sword though knowing he wont need it didn’t bother worrying about it to much as he dropped it to the ground.
Mean while Vanessa had just finished killing her fifth guard single handed. She was now walking up the steps towards the kings throne. She was hardly dressed in any armor. In fact she hardly had any clothes on!
Covering the front part of her taking place of a skirt was red feathers that had been attached to some fabric by a button of sliver with black spikes coming out the side. The fabric covered the back of her. Her legs had boots that went up to her thighs. Covering her breast was delicately wrapped cloth that made a nice pattern. She had on what seemed to be armor only on her shoulders and arms. With a hood on her head she looked stunning with her white hair braided in a few places and bright green eyes.
She made her way to the man sitting with a smirk on the throne. “So I see you have come to kill me.” The girl just simply nodded and kept walking forward “You must be highly trained to get past so many guards with no help or weapon.” The king states as stands up slowly and walks forward.
“I have had much practice. I was trained specifically for the reason to someday be able to kill you. To bring honor to myself and my tribe.” She states standing still and staring straight ahead as he walks around her in circles looking her over. “If I bring back your head my tribe will be pleased. The spirits of our ancestors will be at rest.”
The king smirks softly when he was behind her and nods. “Very well then.” He said and walked around the front of her. “Shall we begin.” With out another word from her besides the occasional grunts of the effort or force of a hit she was silent. She had put up a good fight. Perhaps the best fight the king had seen but in the end she wasn’t near strong enough to over power him. He had her to the ground as she lays there trembling but excepts her death. Closing her eyes she took in what she thought would be her final breath and flinched as he raised his sword.
(In case you are confused your the king.)
Name-
Amber
Age-
19
Gender-
Female
Species-
Human
Ethnicity-
Caucasian
Height-
5’5
Orientation-
Straight
Occupation-
Princess
Residence-
(What ever name you decide on for your characters kingdom.)
Physical Description-
Amber has a rather nice looking body. Thin and well curved with lips like a ruby red jewel and blue eyes that sparkle like the clearest sky. Her skin looks flawless, she is pale from the lack of sun that she gets always staying inside the castle but does love walks through the woods or just outside in general. She has long blonde lightly curly hair that shines like gold.
Personality-
Amber’s personality is more broken and depressed then anything though she masks it with a snobbish attitude that she had come about when she was always told she was never good enough and was unwanted by any princes in the lands. Though secretly she is a sweet, kind and caring person who deep down hates being so snobbish but has grown accustom to it.
Magic/Abilities-
None
Relationships-
Amber spent her life locked away inside the castle learning how to be a proper princess and a future Queen other than the servants and teachers she had her Mother and Father, the King and Queen, where the only others she talked to.
Mother (Vivian)- Queen- 36 years of age.
Father (Arthur)- King- 40 years of age.
Future Husband (Unknown)- King of her new home- Age unknown (This up to you)
History-
Growing up as a child Amber was always told she was never good enough whether it be looks or attitude. Over years of living in the kingdom with her parents who was always looking for someone who would marry her and get her out of there hair, she picked up a snobbish attitude. Deep down she is really sweet and nice but years of never being loved has made her a demanding brat.
Starter-
“Get your filthy hands off me, you dirty animals!” The princess of Algora screams as the guards grab her wrists and slaps on golden cuffs with shackles. The guards says nothing as leads her towards the main door. Looking back at her parents who stood with small looks of relief on there faces, she started to beg them. “Mother! Father! Please don’t let them take me!” The King and Queen only stood there silently there lips pierced together as though it would be a sin to speak against the guards that where taking her daughter to a whole other kingdom.
Tears of hatred fill her eyes as she looks at them and she looks away from them towards the door the guards where taking her to. The large dark blue and brown doors that takes, five men on each door to open it. The guards of her parents kingdom was dressed in high quality armor that would hold up against the toughest and sharpest of weapons. It had dark blue and browns on the armor, kingdom colors. They pushed as hard as they could against the doors, till they where open wide.
The guards had always been hers to command and she tried one last time, holding onto this one shred of hope that they may help. “Guards! Don’t let them do this! Make them release me!” She screams looking at each one as they just stared straight ahead not moving or looking at her. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she squirms and thrashes screaming out the word help, hoping that at least the people would pay attention and see what horrible people the king and queen are, but at last, no one heard her sheiks for help.
A guard wrapped his arms around her and lifted her onto an armored white horse with a long flowing main. She grabs a hold of the mane for balance as she sits side ways on the horse her long white dress flowing down to her ankles. With a “Yah!” The horse starts to walk. She sways with the movement of the horse as the guards with there red and black armor surround the horse.
One guard held the chain firmly in his hand while the other lead the horse down the narrow path that ran from her parents kingdom to her new home. Any window of opportunity to escape would be gone with as much guards surrounding her on the horse as possible. She always checked to see if the guards would slack up and give her the perfect opportunity to run but they never did. Hours of long riding they finally made it to a dark seemingly shadow cast castle and land.
Upon arriving she was lead up stair case after stare case till they got to the kings room. A guard knocks and hearing a gruff voice tell him to come in he tells the king of her arrival. With a motion for them to bring her in they push her into the room and lock the door till the king tells them to unlock it. She glares at him with hatred and straightens up the shackles jingling as she does.
“I demand you let me go at once! I will not tolerate such behavior as in to steal me away from my kingdom and parents. Why would you have me brought to such a dreadful place in the first place?” She spoke in an authoritative voice.
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