Good Day!!

This will be my first ever thread but I thought I could try and revive a dead thread that is now locked =3
I am doing this with a few changes and PM telling me if you like it or not or if you have advice or criticisms.
If you speak out of RP please section it off from the other part like (()) or {} or [] or different colors or some such so we don't get confused!
The rules are basically simple:
I) No God moding for I am the only one who hears Him here, unless he's an administrator or mediator.
II) Semi-Literate and semi creative so, please, no Mary or Gary Sueing and at least 1 paragraph (5 sentences) a post
III) Abide by Mene Rules for Roleplay so only PG-13 unless you want to PM between yourselves (don't include me please! =3)
IV) Please read all posts or get the synopsis of the posts before yours, if needed you may edit your posts, but leave an explanation as to why you did so, please! :P
V) I am allowed to enter more rules!
STORY
The story does not have a beginning and will not have an end. This story is for those who are spirits, ghosts, phantoms, shadows; insubstantial beings. These beings have a whole world of their own, they live, love, play, fight, sleep in the minds, souls, and hearts of those who are physical and 'real.' However, something is happening in the real world. The 'reals' are disappearing and pulling their alternative or non alternatives into their lives, into roles the Insubstantials are not meant to play. These alternatives/Insubstantials are us. WE REMEMBER. We know who we are but we don't know what is happening. We were pulled rudely from our world and shoved into harsh, mundane reality. But we are still different, we will always be different. All this time we have been caged, isolated, controlled and now we are allowed to be free in the real world living in other roles that are not are own, I admit, but still free....why?
You May Be ANYTHING. You may be evil, good, neutral. Any Species, Any Gender. Tell if you were a displaced Real or a stranded Insubstantial. Be Creative. You can only affect the world you chose however, unless I say you can affect the other dimension. Post you Profiles Skeletons on site:
NAME:
USERNAME:
WRITING COLOR:
PIC: (preferably anime, link or picture)
SPECIES:
WORLD:
AGE:
HISTORY: (how you came into being and if you changed worlds what you feel for the change and why)
GOAL: (What you wish to do in this new world)
Please be nice to fellow RP players, if you have a question PM me and hopefully I can help or show you to someone who will. Be nice and have fun! I will put up the first post!! :angel:

NAME: Ferox
USERNAME: Lusalma
WRITING COLOR: Dark Orange
PIC: (no credit for picture)
SPECIES: Sidhe Ghost
WORLD: Insubstantial World
AGE: 21, died an unknown time ago
GOAL: Save his sister from the Real World
HISTORY: Ferox died many years ago, he was in a battle with a rival Sidhe army and he was defeated. When he awoke in the Insubstantial World as a ghost he raged for ages, never happy. After long centuries had passed Ferox was pleasantly surprised to see his sister arrive in his Dimension. For Ferox loved his sister very much. One of the only beings he loved and probably one of the few he will ever loved. A couple years passed and he was happy, he had forgotten about his humiliation, he was not lonely, he was happy. Than his sister disappeared. His memory of her disappeared, her name and face disappeared. It was as if she had never been. But he knew that he was missing someone, for he was adrift, angry, sad, miserable. He needed his family and his family was gone. He attacked the gatekeeper, he attacked his King, he attacked anyone in authority and lost... Ferox was devastated and moped for long centuries, until he noticed the pattern repeating with his fellow citizens. It was not a one time event, it was a Disease. Heartened by this discovery Ferox seeks to find and 'rescue' his sister.

Mists, fog, clouds...that was the only form of substance Ferox could see in all directions. Colors and movement however were plentiful. The shapes, noises and smells were vibrant and varied; much better than those in the REAL WORLD... Ferox sighed. 'I miss her...when will I see her again...I'm so bored, where's that gang when you need them?' Popping out of his thoughts with that reminder of the lateness of his current project. Ferox looked up from his examination of his worn baton and scanned across the area around him with his light red eyes moving swiftly across the softly moving landscape, hoping to catch a hint to the end of his long wait...

After several moments his wait for excitement came to an end. A movement, a purposeful movement of motion out of the corner of his eye shook Ferox out of his reverie. Without turning his head or giving any indication that he had seen Ferox looked and studied the approaching forms of the spirits. There were 10 in all, and all seemed to think that they owned the area around them, at least that's what their movements told him. Pausing to watch them Ferox scowled. He didn't like the fact that he didn't immediately recognize them. After all most every one in this Alternate World/Shadow World/Spirit World/etc. Ferox knew...he had needed to know in order to continue his search for the remedy to this disease that seemed to bring his Worlds population lower and lower...

Ferox saw those approaching and wondered if they knew that they DID NOT own the wold around them...that others did. Standing up in a leisurely manner Ferox paused and contemplating the movements of those in front of him knew that they did not really know what they were doing or who they were going to be attacking. A dark smile crossed his lips at the thought and stepped slowly in front of them.

A slow burn of anticipation squirmed in his chest, waiting for those puny, arrogant beings in front of him to notice...because once they did they would attack, and Ferox would FINALLY have relax...for a little bit.