Welcome to Gaia! ::

The Characters::

Dream Self Rioko
Gender Female
Age Looks around 19
Appearance



Creater Rioko Nells
Gender Female
Age 16
Appearance


Name Grasio
Gender Male
Age About 20 or 21
Appearance


Name Lensay
Gender Female
Age 18
Appearance


Name Kreature
Age Unknown
Gender Portrayed as Male
Appearance Small Deformed Completely Black

The Door::
Door

I'm just doing it this way, cause I plan to have illustrations for it. Please don't tell me what is right or wrong in my own thread. This is the way I lay out my stories, and I am letting people see both what I see, and what others will see later.
For all you know, that's how I'm going to have it done if I ever get this published.
Don't be so Black and White.

Prologue:

Honestly, you don't have much say in how publishing is going to be. Deflate the ego, come back down to earth, and detach yourself from the story.

Chapter One.


Rioko sat and starred at the food, her eyes misted and glassy, wishing she could, just this once, dig in and satisfy her ever lasting hunger. The smells were wafting up to her and a buzzing began to fill her ears. She heard her mother talking, the guest laughing, and her father smiling. At a look from the dark man, she picked up her fork and ate the tiniest piece of vegetable on the plate.
"Eat small, laugh often, and speak only when spoken to" her mother had said as she buttoned up the white dress. Her sweet face turned fierce and harsh. "And maybe you'll be rewarded"
Rioko blinked as she realized a question had just been asked of her. She looked toward her mother who was nodding behind the guests back and making a large smile. The motion for a yes.
“Yes, thank you very much" she said, and her beauty of a mother relaxed.
“I think dear Rioko needs to get some sleep now. Go ahead dear, up the steps with you" she said with a pert smile.
Rioko nodded resigned. If only the guest were staying overnight. Then she really would get to sleep in the warm bed, with the soft moon shining in upstairs. Her father gave her one last small smile, and she saw what she hated. Pity in his eyes. She walked up the steps and opened the door to the bedroom that she had never once slept in. The ruffles were pink and blue, and they looked like a splash of beauty to the girl. She stood and waited, about an hour until the guest left and her mother came into the room.
Without a word, Velincha, her mother, began to help Rioko undress, and set the dress on the bed. "Put those on again and go down to the basement." she said, her sweetened voice hard again, as she tossed a bundle of cloths to her daughter.
Rioko nodded again and put on the ratty sweatpants and t-shirt she always slept in. Without another word, Velincha opened the door and Rioko walked back down the steps. She opened the door to the basement and slid down the steps. Getting to the bottom, Rioko lit a candle on the floor and picked it up so she could make it safely to her bed in the corner. It was small, and cold down there, the stone walls where mostly grey, but in the right light, you could see the white marks of the chalk drawings Rioko had drawn there. The moon shone in here to, but it was a hard, cold moon beam that hit her bed. Rioko knelt on top of it, the small sheet that covered was cold on her knees. She picked out some of the chalk from under her bed that she always kept there, and began to draw. Just small parts all connecting to each other in some form or way, until she had worn down the entire stick. Sitting back Rioko realized what she had drawn. It was a door. And somehow, she knew where it led. To a world she would never make. A world that needed her help, a world, she just needed to get to, to make all better. There was so much going on. She could feel the vibes under her skin, coming off from the wall. Something terrible was happening, she just knew it. If only she knew how to cry still, Rioko knew she would have let lose, but she knew tears where no good on wishes. They never were. Never. So with a small sigh, the girl sunk down on her bed, placing her head on the dirty pillow. As she drew up the small blanket, she pulled her dear companion, Allen the Elephant next to her. It only took another moment for the young, cold, hungry child to fall asleep.



It was a light that woke her. A dim white light, purer than the moon. Rioko opened her eyes, and saw on the wall, that door she had drawn. She reached over and picked up Allen, who had been lying on the bed beside her.
“What is it Allen" she whispered to him. With a tentive hand, Rioko touched where the door knob was. It was solid. "Solid…Why is it solid?” she asked herself in a shaky voice. “Well, even if this is a dream...it's better than here" she decided and pushed. She knew where she was, and she knew her purpose there.


Rioko blinked, looking around at the dark wasteland. No trees had leaves, and the water seemed black. She put out a hand to find it not her own, but one of someone older than her. Older and wiser she was sure. She walked a couple of paces to one of the puddles. Though dark, she could still see her reflection. She looked like a whole new person. Characteristics of her face seemed the same, but she still was different. Rioko closed her eyes.
“I'm here" she whispered to the darkness.

its interesting......................

You go girl! This is YOUR story and it's up to YOU on how you want it. Just like what Tori said on Victorious: "I believe in my own choices and I don't need approval from others", and, "A true artist need only please himself."
I think the idea of adding pictures is fine. To me it's hard to imagine what they look like on your own. Now you've given the reader what the character actually looks like. You're doing fine.