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Post by Galadas on Feb 8, 2008 14:33:54 GMT -5
There is a world called “Herre lander” ( Lord lands in English). In this world the human race is slave of the Elves, they have no rights they can't step everywhere they want, they are ordered to stay on one place and make food for the Elves cities. Elves: A noble race, they rule from there Elves cities and fight with the Normans. They have light skin and blond hair, they hate the way that humans walk, talk and laugh that's why they have ordered the humans to not speak unless spoken to. Elves are grouped, the Noble are the ones that live in the city, the Lords are the ones that live on the land and give orders to their soldiers and humans, the High Nobles are the ones that live with in the Elves main city called Mironeo. Elves are also stronger than Humans, they are faster and have gaint turtles under their control. Eye color: Nobles – Green Lords – Blue High Nobles – Grey Humans: They are called the slaves, they work on the fields all day long, getting food in the afternoon and they have no freedom. They live in small villages called Farm villages, sometimes when the Elves think that the humans are betraying them they kill out the whole Farm Village. Humans have darker skin than elves, they also have darker hair. Next to the Humans that are ordered things to do there are also the Normans, the Normans live in the North of Herre Lander. They are fighting the Elves for many years. Elves send Humans to fight the Normans, every boy that has turned 15 is transported to a trainings center were the child will be trained to fight. Unicorns: The mysterious horses are walking all over Herre lander, nobody is allowed to touch them. The Elves can't touch them and they are to powerful to let the humans touch them. Unicorn are hard to tame, a few Elves have succeeded in catching and training them, they are called the Unic warriors. Unicorns are there because the race of Horse had once died out, there is also said that the unicorns are Time creatures, they can travel through time and also through worlds. There are four different ways to come or live in Herre Lander. 1.Born as an elf 2.Born as a human slave 3.Born as a Norman 4.Born on earth but Traveling with an Unicorn to Herre Lander We are all around the age of 14 and spread evenly among the different races. We together Elves and Humans Can stop the oppression And start a new age The new generation will stop living like this Bio formatName: Age: Race: (Elf Noble, Elf Lord, Elf High Noble, Human Slave, Human for Earth, Norman ) Personality: Gender: Eye Color: Hair Color: Skin Color: Weaponry: Place of Birth: ( You can make up your own city ) History: Family: Have fun:P
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Post by Darkness Song on Feb 8, 2008 19:26:25 GMT -5
Name: Laura Age: 16 (If thats is okay...) Race: Elf Noble Personality: Shy, Keeps to self, and Strange. Gender: Female Eye Color: Bright Emerald Green Hair Color: Musty Redish Blond Skin Color: Pale Weaponry: A small dagger Place of Birth: Mironeo History: She was born outside her normal home. Her parents were captured by the Norman, she was only 12 at the time. The normans experiemented with the parents. Poisons and weapons were used to find their weak points and how they could finish the elves faster. They had used all of this upon her. Her hair had gotten darker and darker as her blood and parent's blood dyed it to the musty red it is. From there she had begiven freedom from them. The Elves had finally payed ransom for her, but not the parents. Now she walks inside the Homes of the nobles, Forever haunted by her past years. She had kept to herself and reads quite a lot. She is not one to speak freely or even go outside her own home without seven guards around her. She is very scared that a Norman may be near by. Family: Deceased. Now lives with Foster Noble Parents.
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Post by Galadas on Feb 9, 2008 11:30:44 GMT -5
Name: Josha Age: 15 Race: Once human slave, now Human outlaw Personality: sad, calm Gender: male Eye Color: green Hair Color: Light Brown Skin Color: pale tan Weaponry: two short swords and a long bow Place of Birth: simple farm city, History: When Josha was little his farm city was ruled by a Unic warrior, the man came by every day showing his unicorn. one day the Unicorn killed its master and the humans got the blame, the whole village was killed, five children from the age of 7 escaped, Josha was one of them. He became the leader of a group of yound outloaws when he showed his skills by catching a Unicorn, he released the unicorn and got a gift called the knowledge of the stars. Family: Father, Mother and Brother killed by the Elves. His sisters given to a Elves Noble. He has only 4 real friends left
Second Character: Name: Vempre Longhorn Age: 14 Race: Norman Personality: Calm, outgoing, proud, sneaky, incredible hate against the Elves Gender: male Eye Color: brown Hair Color: dark brown Skin Color: Dark Weaponry: a war hamer and a battle axe Place of Birth: Yorick, main city of the Normans History: He grew up in the city of Yorick where his parents and other great fighter live, his father died when he was 6 during a fight against the Elves, his mother married a higher Norman and Vempre was kind of ignored by his new family. He had never had any brothers or sisters but as his mother married again he got 3 sisters and a brother. He can't really talk in a good way with his stephfather and his stephbrother. only with his steph sisters. when he was 10 years old, he was send to the city of Lokf to figth with the elves. Family: his mother, steph father, steph sisters and steph brother
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Post by Kidalicious on Feb 9, 2008 11:38:49 GMT -5
Name: Abigail Age: 15 Race: Human for Earth Personality: Bold, sometimes secretive, can be caring Gender:Female Eye Color: Flaming yellowish red Hair Color: Dark glistening brown with light brown highlights Skin Color: not pale but not brown...sort of in between Weaponry: Long bow, small dagger Place of Birth: Scapino (city on earth) Family: mother died giving birth to Hannah, father left Hannah in an orphanage then died later on
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Post by Kyana on Feb 9, 2008 18:19:42 GMT -5
Name: Hama Laci Age: 15 Race: Elf High Noble Personality: She is cold and harsh, as well as indifferent. She can be ruthless in battle, fearless. She is very proud and dignified. She rules on the right hand of her father, as her mother is dead. She can be cruel and takes nothing less than perfection from herself and others. When she's with her friends and family, she's entirely different though. She's outgoing, lighthearted and caring. She using Elfin reserve to mask out unwanted emotions. Gender: female Eye Color: grey Hair Color: silvery blond with dark blue streaks Skin Color: pale Weaponry: all blades, specialty- throwing weapons Place of Birth: Kaner City History: She was born in Kaner City. Her father a high noble. She lived the life of lugury, and confort, while commanding others below her. She was brought up in the high class, taught to mask what was unwanted. She gained a mindset much like her father: cold, ruthless, cruel and harsh, but a strong leader. Her mother died by a human attack when she was four. She remembers it. They were about to kill her as well but some how it never happened. She doesn't remember why, but when she woke, she was fine, unharmed.
(I'll have a second character)
Name: Ravern (Rave for short) Cutt Age: 15 Race: Human slave (for earth, you'll see) Personality: She's shy, but sneaky. She's "invisible", and can go easily unnoticed. She uses this to her advantage. She's friendly enough, but in the company of elves she's all but a statue, mute and obient. She longs for the freedom that she once had, and secretly works for it... Gender: female Eye Color: hazle Hair Color: dark brown Skin Color: sorta pale Weaponry: She's practiced in knifes, but being a slave, she has little time for practice, much less even given a blade... She's good with herbs, so is good at mixtures and posions. Place of Birth: Kaner City History: she used to be free, but it was all taken away when she was seven. Her family and other famililes were living in secret, but free. Until they were discovered. Her parents were killed in the fight that followed, and she was taken as a slave. She works usually in the kitchen or house work. She's not been found out about, but she's killed numerous people with her deadly poisons, which she can make out of almsot anything.
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Post by Kyana on Feb 10, 2008 18:23:10 GMT -5
(it's up to you. You made the rp, so you say when we start...'D)
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Post by Galadas on Feb 11, 2008 15:38:52 GMT -5
((normans are humans.. they live normal age.. and Elves.. longer,,, 1000 years or something))
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Post by Galadas on Feb 12, 2008 9:39:25 GMT -5
(( Oke.. Start ;D ))
Josha woke up, he rubbed his eyes and sat up. He stretched his arms and got out of bed, the sun came into his room through the open window, he could hear noise from outside, Children playing in the forest. He putted on his shirt and walked down the long wooden stairs, after a few steps the stairs leaded to a new platform above the forest ground. No stairs leaded to the ground from there and still the way down was easy, Josha just jumped off and fell down, his strong legs saved his fall." Josha!" A voice called his name. Josha turned around, his eye fell on a small boy who walked toward him." What is it?" "Ah.. Nothing to get mad about, just saying hello!" " any news?" Josha said, he walked on while listening to what his friend had to say. "Nothing to get mad about!" The boy smiled." No Elves around." "Good!" Josha jumped off a new platform, made to warn the children not to go further." any new fugitives?" "Several!" the boys said and jumped after Josha onto the new platform." Some young children, around the age of 8." Josha nodded and disapeared into the new made underground home.
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Post by Darkness Song on Feb 12, 2008 12:59:48 GMT -5
She awoke, rubbing her eyes she casted her gaze to the windows outside. The city walls gleamed into her bedroom and as the sun rose woke her up more and more. She tugged at her sheets to cover up the last of the light for a few moment's rest. As she was about to be casted into her sleep her door slammed open with a sudden Boom. She took off the sheets and looked. Her step-brother had jerked the door open and was now shouting for her to get the hell up and out of bed. She barely listened to him as she threw her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself up. The door closed and she looked outside to the city below. She was up five stories. Around her small home was a garden and a tall decorative wall. To the east lay the swampy forests that have devoured many of her kind. And to the west were the dark forests where many people had hunted game. But her view was always destroyed by the forests of the north. She spat north and turned her gaze to the Water Closet. She walked inside with fresh linen and put them on after she took her morning bath. She got up and went downstairs to the Dinning hall were her Step Family held a morning breakfast. Many of the slaves were walking around carrying assortments of food and water, Wines and liquors to all of the elves. She went to the Living Quarters and sat down on the couch and watched the elves mingle.
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Post by Galadas on Feb 12, 2008 15:27:39 GMT -5
Vempre closed his eyes as an other arrow hitted his companions on the battlefield. Vempre tryed to be silence, his breath was fast and it's the only thing he can hear when a bomb (( Elves have the knowledge of gunpower )) rushed over the land close to the place where they were hiding. a body of one of his friend fell down into the trenches, he was frightened. an other bomb fell close by and Normans around started to scream. Vempre got scared and ran out of the trenches, he wasn't the only one who went into the forest, the Elves weren't such great Forest people as once. he hoped that he was saved between the trees.
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Post by Darkness Song on Feb 12, 2008 18:38:41 GMT -5
She shook awake.The elves were slightly startled at the explosions. But soon after they chatted as though it were just another average day. She covered her ears and weapt a tear. Then she dashed upstairs and hid in her chambers and locked the door. She crawled on the bed and started to cry into the pillow. Haunting images filled her mind.
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Post by Kyana on Feb 12, 2008 19:40:10 GMT -5
(Hey, DarknessSong, want to match your characer, Laura, with my character, Hamma? They're both Elf nobles... and note, try to say your name of the charcter as much as possible instead of She or He... okay? It just helps in identifing things.)
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Post by Darkness Song on Feb 12, 2008 19:42:25 GMT -5
(Sure, and Sorry. I was used to writing my book I put a lot of he/she actions instead of the names XD but sure have them like best friends or just friends... or even their parents are friends and they just kindof hang out n stuff)
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Post by Kyana on Feb 12, 2008 19:48:57 GMT -5
Hamma stood, staring out the window, her silvery hair fluttering around her head like a hallow. A human came up behind her, bowing. She turned her icy look onto the girl.
Rave looked up at the woman, well girl. She looked no older than herself. She felt tiny compared to her Mistress's figure. Her choppy, ugly brown hair to Mistress Hamma's silvery blond. Hamma's eyes could take the breath of any passer-by. She just has this power. Rave could feel it from where she stood; a good four feet away. Her own hazel caught the cool grey eyes staring at her. "So?" Hamma asked. Rave bowed again, nervous. "Mistress Hama... Your breakfast..." she mumered, placing a silver tray on the table. "I also bring news of your father." she hated being the barer of bad news, and was chilled from her Mistress' possible fury. "He was... takn by rebels last night. There's news that he died this morning from lack of blood and food. He'd been tourtured." she looked down waiting for a blow to come. But none did. This was unusal for her Mistress. She dared a glance up. Hamma stood there stricken. Then she sat down, was if the world's weight just fell upon her. She held her head in her hands. Rave didn't know what to do. She had the urge to go and comfort her, but it was her Mistress, an elf, but still a girl of her own age. "I'm...er...sorry for your loss--" "GET OUT!" Hamma screamed, throwing Rave across the room with one arm. Rave surried away and shut the door. She heard Hamma start crying as soon as she'd closed the door, her sobbs audible even through the thick wood.
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Post by Galadas on Feb 13, 2008 1:50:33 GMT -5
Josha took his weapon from the floor, it was covered with turtle seliva (( trying to use my Bio skills ;D )). He stood there all by himself, looking at the death body of a gaint turtle and next to that a still living young male elf." Dixen can you get this Elf away?" a smaller young man walked out of the brushes close by, he smiled." Sorry! it took a while for me to get on the same speed as you." Josha nodded and turned around to his friend." Take this Elf away. and pleas keep him alive." The smile on his friend's face disapeared." Let me kill him Josha!" He said, Josha shook his head." Pleas Josha let me kill him!" again Josha shook his head." No Dixen, I've told you many times not to!" his voice now sounded mad." But if it such a hard job for you to do, I'll do it my self!" Josha got a grib on the leg of the Elf and dragged it behind him.
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Post by Darkness Song on Feb 13, 2008 7:55:43 GMT -5
Laura stood back up wiping the dry tears from her face. The explosions had stopped. She walked to the window and stood staring at the sun. She had not left the house or even went to the balcony in so long. Haunted always by those Normans... If she did take one step she thought a Norman may come from the forest. She stood there looking out the window. A slave enters the room with a tray of food. He gets to his knees like he was trained to do. Laura says nothing for a while then looks to him. "Y.... Your food. My... Lady." He spoke nervously. He had never really understood this girl in anyway. Whether she would strike him down for studdering or just send him back so the slave master can do it. She gestured her hand toward the small table in her room. "Y... yes m'lady." he hurried to it and placed down the food. Then he got to his knees again. Laura walked over and patted his shoulder. The slave got up and walked out confused by her actions. Laura sat herself and feasted.
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Post by Kyana on Feb 13, 2008 8:42:53 GMT -5
After about an hour of crying, Hamma felt herself stop. She shuddered, as she stood up from where'd she'd been sitting. Her legs were stiff and sore. Looking at her appearance in the mirror she looked like a wreck. Her hair was all around her and her eyes were red. She was still dressed in her nightgown. She changed into a black dress, silver hemmings and embodery. She felt it was proper for what'd occured. A dress of mourning.
Hamma saw Laura just finishing up. Seeing the food, she rememberd how hungry she was. She didn't eat her own food that the servant had brought in for her. She silently appaered at Laura's shoulder. Laura, sensing someone behind her, turned, and jumped. "Hama! Stop doing that..." she said with a small laugh. Then she saw Hama's dress... "Oh, no. What happened?" Hama sighed. "My father was killed last night."
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Post by Galadas on Feb 13, 2008 9:10:59 GMT -5
Vempre opened his eyes, he felt a little dissy as he tryed to get on his feet. It seemed he lay in the forest, they called it the forest of beauty. Beauty forest, what a joke, not since the Elves come here! he thought and used a tree to help himself to get up, it was quite around him, he could only hear the sound of his own breath. His ears still hurted, no wonder that his grandpa couldn't hear anything anymore after coming back from the battle field. Vempre smiled sadly, he really missed old times, when his grandpa started to make jokes and yelled at his family when they didn't laugh. They laughed, but grandpa couldn't hear them. Vempre walked down the long green trees, the earth was spitted around the roots of every tree.Bombs! He thought, everything about the elves made him sick and angry. They've made the humans who lived around here slaves and ordered them not to talk, they've began war with us, the Normans, and for what? Power? Land? The way the Elves acted was strange, and Vempre didn't understand it. He walked on,but he didn't know which way to go.
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Post by Kyana on Feb 13, 2008 9:39:04 GMT -5
Rave walked out the back door. Ahhh, fresh air, she thought as a gust of wind soothed her face. She looked at her arm. There was a growing bruise, a dark purple now from when her mistress threw her out. Gathering herself up in her cloak, she dragged a sack and basket under her arm. She knew of the dangers that lay after she the grounds, and knew what punishment she'd get if they found she did, but she needed to collect her forest herbs. She'd be careful. And Rave hurried away into the sheltering trees (hint hint, Galadas).
Rave knelt down, inspecting the ground. There, a small white flower with a bright pink toungue sticking out. Plucking it carefully, she gathere a few more. She put them in a back, and hid them in her skirts. She stood. She needed fiver roots... They're over by the boming zone! she remmeber, but they are the key ingredient in her mix! She took a breath and started in that direction anyway...
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Post by Darkness Song on Feb 13, 2008 10:09:58 GMT -5
Laura's eyes grew wide. Then she turned from Hamma. "They..." she spoke softly and scared. All images flashing before her eyes. "The normans right...?" She asked not wishing to hear the real answer.
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