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 Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:32 am
Each Character will receive a certain color font that we will assign. This is so that if someone plays more than one character, as Demon and FKZ do, it is easier to distinguish the two characters. It would be nice it for all the characters, but Micajah to put speaking in black/default and fro Micajah perhaps gray.
---------------->>>>I REPEAT SPEAKING IN BLACK! NOT ALL POST CONTAIN SPEAKING SO ACTIONS ARE IN THE COLOR!!!!!!! NOT SPEAKING SPEAKING BLACK!!!<<<<----------------
Princess Ren = Crimson
Prince Verin = Blue
Valyrin = Brown
Princess Numlina = None
Gabrielle = Orange
Tentiara = Salmon
Orthae = None
Frederia = Cyan
Mailee = Pink
Kaori = Plum
Adrian = Red
J'nesst = Dark Red
Isabella = Tan
Mastrialla = Silver
Micajah = Black
Armond&Isiah = Green
Seth = Dark Blue
Ezra = Purple
--If anyone has a problem with seeing a color, like maybe cyan, silver, or light blue, simply notify either Demon, FKZ, or this account, the Guild Mule.--
To prevent confusion, do to the large amount of characters, it would all be nice if you could set up your posts in this manor::
+RPG PARAGRAPH+
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+NAME OF CHARACTER YOU ARE SPEAKING TO+
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:00 pm
This is what the profile set up looks like if you do not understand. You do NOT NEED a PICTURE to seperate the seperate parts of the post. You may use ANYTHING to seperate the seperate parts, as long as they are seperated, it is all fine and dandy.
Yes...that's right...FINE AND DANDY! DemonArcher616kt Howling winds filled the silence of the dark, seemingly endless darkness of the night. A few teenage children scurrying to the first open building they could as the heavy shadow of the night engulfed the growing city of London. Their feet clacking against the cobble stone streets. Echoing through the entire city. The noise piercing the ears of the lone figure that had begun to lurk in the growing darkness of the night. The moon absent from the night’s sky, leaving it speckled with brightly shining diamonds to overwhelm the pitch black surface of the earth. The lone figure was cloak well under a heavy black hooded cloak that the creature underneath it’s shelter seemed to clutch onto for dear life. It’s movements sluggish in speed yet graceful like the most beautiful of swans. As it walked along the coble stone street it seemed to make no noise, quite strange indeed for something to not make a peep as it traveled along such noisy stones that covered the street.
Soon the silence was broken as a young man, perhaps of fourteen years of age ran threw the streets from lantern to lantern lighting them as quickly as possible. All of the citizens where well aware of what lurked in the darkness of the night now. It frightened them so. Sending a young boy out to take care of what should have been a strong, fit man’s job in such times as this. Though the young boy was much more easily manipulated. The figure took pity upon the small boy, feeling badly for him as he was sent to risk is young life for the adults where far too cowardly to do so themselves. It disgusted the creature that was masked behind the cloak.
As the young boy went on he crossed paths with the creature and he stopped frozen. The fear filled his pale blue eyes, the curly blonde locks of hair covering some of his thin face. As the two, the boy and the figure, stood there the boy began to quiver. A soft sigh was let out by the creature under the mesh of cloth the covered it’s face. As a chilled breeze blew by them on this cold autumn night the figure noticed the boy shack a bit more. This time not from only the fear, but from the cold. The boy was dressed in nothing but a torn tunic and a thin pair of pants that barley fit his growing body.
The cloaked creature reached up as it let it’s grip on the material go and pushed back the hood. As the hood was pulled down long locks of a silvery-blonde poured out over it’s back and chest. The boy’s eyes shut as he was consumed with great fear. The creature then went onto remove the cloak that it seemed to hold onto to so tightly that it seemed it would never let it’s grip on it go. The figure stood only about a half inch taller than the young boy and now with out the thick material surrounding it revealed to have a very slender body, that of a young woman. She gently pushed away the curly locks of hair that covered his face and smiled sweetly at him. Hesitantly he opened his eyes. Looking at the womanly figure’s face he took a step back as a look of question took over what had been his fear filled face. The figure then took a step forward to close the gap the boy had just created.
“Do you fear me?” The young girl asked, her voice soft, gentle, almost like a silver bell. The boy shook his head and blushed slightly. He store at her in awe, her beauty overwhelming him. He had never, in his life, though it was short, seen such a beautiful creature as the young lady that stood before him. Not only had he never seen such captivation beauty, but he had never even heard stories of such grand beauty. It seemed that the young woman that now stood before him was the exact opposite of the mythical baldersnatch. She had not been so ugly she defies description, but so beautiful, so amazingly gorgeous that she defy description. In his small chest he could feel his heart racing harder and harder, faster and faster. Shaking his head violently he then began to answer the young woman in a squeaking voice.
“Nnnn….No! I do not fear you m’lady. I…I…uh…um…I…”
“Shhhhh, don’t speak. It seems you are not able to at the moment.” She said with a bit of a sweet giggle. “Would you like my cloak? You seem quite cold…”
The boy was a bit startled at her offer but quickly got over it and managed a nod. “Yes, Thank you…” He paused a moment as she handed it to him and began to walk off in the direction she had been headed in. “Wait! Please do not go….”
Stopping a moment the young woman sighed. She did not turned around but replied to him with this. “Do you truly want me to stay with you?”
“Yes!” The young boy quickly replied.
“Hm, Do you wish upon your death?” She replied back to him with a slight laugh.
“What…?”
“Do you wish to die? I cannot make it any clearer than that.” She said getting slightly annoyed.
“No….Why?”
“You do not know who I am. You do not know what I am. And you will not wish to, for upon your gaining of this knowledge, your death will follow soon after. I will not stay with you if you do not know who I am, what I am….”
The boy stayed silent as the young woman let out a laugh. “I thought so…Farwell dear Samuel.” The boys eyes opened widely, he had not given his name to her and yet she knew it. What she had said threw him off greatly and struck fear into his heart. Shaking his head he then ran off to finish his duties.
The woman now walked gracefully down the street, a sullen look upon her face. Soon she came upon a tavern. Lingering outside a moment a drunken man stumbled out. He reached out to touch her and started to ramble on in drunken slurs. With a look of disgust on her face she gave the man a shove. Her strength was far greater than it appeared. What seemed to be a weak fragile body that could barley pick up half a bale of hay threw the man, who was a rather large man at that, across the street. No other was around to see this which the girl was grateful for. No one would believe a drunken man about what had happened, even if he remembered.
Turning away she then entered the tavern.
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