Welcome all!

Plot: Regular role-play, (may have romance if it so chooses to be) :P PG-13 if there is.
Time Period: 1900s. Fantasy
Where? In the town of Preley, surrounded by forest. cut off from the world a bit.
European style type of buildings.
Powers are welcomed, not too over powered though.
Also follow three simple rules
1) Be nice
2) No God modding
3) Post must be at least 3 sentences long.

OOC talk is in double (( )), but please keep it to a minimum.

Have Fun!

If you would like to join please PM with a character bio. And I'll ok it or not. :)
Template for Character bio:

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Power:
Played by:
Appearance:
Backstory:

Character:
Played by: NoeleneRose2
Name: Plumeria

Nick name: Plumie

Age Looks: 22

Actual age: 200

Race: Woodling

Background:
Plumie was born from a human mother and father, when she was born she was considered a blessing from the gods. Though all her life she was forced to live in the forest. Every since she could remember, she was to take care of the forest and grant blessings for the harvest. Even though she never under stood it. She thought her body was a curse of hers.
Though she does enjoy her time in the forest, she is now 22 an adult, both of her parents left to go back into the village. Though Plumie is allowed in the village she loaths going there because of the praise she gets just because of how she looks.


Played by:Misha-chan

Name: Deria

Nick name: Dee

Age Looks: 16

Actual age: 16

Race: Fireling

Background:
Deria's parents are unknown to her. She was raised by forest spirits, who found her in a burning house. She seemed to always be around fires- controlling them, though, didn't seem to be her thing. She is insensitive to burns.

Cool. I think I will give my person "powers" too. Can you help me with any ideas? I usually do fantasy roleplays as vampires and lycans, but Im up for new stuff :3

mmmmmmmm

not really sorry, elements powers. able to control water or somthing like that
is it ok if i asked angelwings to join our rp?

Sure thing :D And I think I want "storm" powers. or weather powers. I dont know what it's called, but do you know what I mean?

oooo ya. lighting

Yah, lightning! I think I can work my mood into lightning! *ponders* So, is angelwings joining us ^-^

idk i sent her a pm, though I would just making ur bio. and post it. we can start, then when angel gets all up to do it, she can post hers as well and jump in.

[imgleft]http://api.ning.com/files/0KLzkA6quq7x20VQlBB9V5uRpCiX1dpf2yTaJpz0RqkTRKK*4o JC3QfKu2mHPYr-n7k7NfaDIO1Loi5uLQI1hv9wwcg8s1AZ/Anime_girl_punk.jpg[/imgleft]Character:
Name: Lyn

Age: 17

Race: Weatherling? Elemental.

Height: 5'4" (64")
Hair color/style: Black, almost like dark violet. Short (bob, not pixie)
Eye color: Indigo

Birth place: Small Village

Back story: A natural runaway, from her older twin brothers, Ryn and Syn. Left because of "family feuding" and was sick of it. Shes kind of an angst girl who realized she had a gift...

Lyn is just learning a new art and needs some guidance. Running away doesn't seem like all too good of an idea as the weather starts to get a bit out of control...

Post Color: Indigo

((I know the image is more dated for modern times, but use your imagination ;)))

Hello guys! My big brother is having his birthday party right now, and I'm currently getting buzzed off of the rum I bought him xD I'm such a good sister right??? But I bought him two pizza's and a bottle of coke for his party so I guess it evens out :3

Its cool. Id pick the real party first! :D They only come every once in a while

Rain beings to pour down, Plumie laid on the ground smiling. She loved it when it rained, especially because it was good for her plants. She watched the forest move around her as she listened to the music of the forest. She was a woodling, her skin was the color of birch, her hair had flowers growing from it. Right now as she was laying her feet where stuck into the ground, they looked similar to roots. It you were looking at her she would resemble a log with a feminine face. She was trailing her hand down a trunk of a old tree that was past its time. Where she touched, various flowers, and plants formed. She hummed softly as she enjoyed the rain.

((Enjoy! Also if you need to speak in OOC-out of character put it in double parathiesis))

Lyn walked through a small clearing the stormy sky following her through the field. She wished life would get simple, but at the moment, she was soaked to the core and wished the lightning would just go away. She cringed as it hit a nearby tree, shattering it Sorry tree... She huddled deeper into her thin overcoat, wishing she had more to keep the wetness out...

((Okay! Just tell me if I do something weird-ish. :D Im known to be confusing ;) ))

Name: Freya Jean-Pierre

Age: 21

Height: 5'10"

Skin Tone: Caramel-Mocha

Eye color: Grey

Hair color: Dark Brown with Flaxin High Lights

Birth Place: Big City

Appearance: Freya has a round face with an angled chin and big almond shaped gray eyes. She's a size 12/14, so she's got curves and doesn't really conform to the skinny minnie standards of beauty. She has a pear shaped figure and usually dresses to accentuate her body. Though it's not considered ladylike she loves to run, so her legs are well defined and she his nice strong muscular calves. A typical outfit for her consists of Knee-high charcoal grey heeled boots, black pantaloons, a red and black checkerboard sweater, a lacey black blouse underneath with a black leather hooded trench coat on top.

Back Story: Freya was born in a big city. Her family never had money and her parents had too many issues to really spend time raising her. She matured at a young age, but still managed to keep most of her innocence and naivety. She was completely abandoned at the age of 16 because her family could not afford to care for her after her mother was institutionalized because she had a mental breakdown and considered insane. She's always known that there was something different about her. In every situation, she rarely fit in, and at some point, stopped trying to. According to most people she was an abomination because her parents interracial union was looked down on. Recently, she has been plagued by horrifying recurring night mares. Her mother is a mutt and her father is from Guadalupe. She, being somewhere in-between decided to leave the city and go to the small village her mother was raised in to try and uncover some mysteries about her past, and perhaps her future.

(Ok, so I made her parents slightly more innocent and changed her back story and style to go with the time period. I hope this is better! :3 ))

((Well I dont think its been established {?} but I could think of a few cool village names. How about Anshen? Or Debun?// Also, I dont know what part of the world.... Hmm. I like anywhere is fine with me!

Hey, I have to get going, it's late here and Im pooped ;) )) Night! :O

Originally Posted by whispertome

((Well I dont think its been established {?} but I could think of a few cool village names. How about Anshen? Or Debun?// Also, I dont know what part of the world.... Hmm. I like anywhere is fine with me!

Hey, I have to get going, it's late here and Im pooped ;) )) Night! :O

((Sounds good see ya later!))

Freya got off of the back of the rusty old truck that gave her a ride. She glanced around at the rural dilapidated village that she had traveled almost 3 days to reach. Damn, this place is almost just as bad as the ghetto. So this is Preley. My mother's old stomping grounds. Freya glanced sourly at her pocket watch. I can't believed I was cooped up on that contraption for that many hours. I can't imagine how long the walk would have been though Feeling a rush of anxiousness, she snapped her watch shut and shoved it in her pocket so that she could start to the canvas the area.

She didn't know a single person here. All she could do is try and see if anyone knew her mother and was willing to give her a place to stay for the night. After asking around with no luck she started to feel hopeless, and almost foolish for coming this far. But where else was she going to go? The night terrors weren't going to stop, and she needed to get to the bottom of her past. She had always known that her parents were hiding something from her. Her mother rarely spoke of her family and home town around Freya. It was just one of those don't ask don't tell subjects.

She looked down at her watch. It was only 3:00 pm though the skies were dark and muddled with clouds and rain. Crap. I feel stupid just standing around here, and I'm only making myself prey to any possible predators. Freya's steely gray eyes searched frantically for a way out of the awkwardness she was feeling. Bingo! She spotted a narrow worn path that lead into the woods. Hastily, she flipped her hood up and sprinted towards it. The path lead her to a small clearing. She wondered through it tentatively hoping she wouldn't get lost.

((See you whispertome, I'm sorry I took so long. I hadn't role played in a minute so it took a me a while to oil up my thinking cap.))

Originally Posted by Angelwings0071

((WHAT PART OF THE WORLD DOES THIS TAKE PLACE? LIKE WHERE IS IT?!))

((Also, what is the name of the village and current setting of this story?))

((Name of the village is Preley, actually, setting rain storm to being. Where in the world, think dense forests of europe. with a village in the middle of it.))

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Plumie was startled when she saw a bolt of lighting strike a nearby tree. She jolted up, running to it, her heart sank when she stood infront of it. The tree that was hit was one of the oldest trees, a tear fell down her cheek. She closed her eyes as she places her hands on top of the burn mark made from the lighting. She began to focus all her engery into the tree. A faint green glow began to appear all around her and the tree. In a flash, the glow was gone, the tree had a huge faint scar on it. She whispered to the tree as she rested agianst it, "Sorry my friend, it was the best I could do." She slipped down and sat next to the base of the tree, to regan her engery.

Freya continued through the clearing into a more wooded area leading to the forest. Normally, she wouldn't have ventured so far into the wilderness, but something faint had caught her eye far in the distance.
This lightening is already freaking me out. I usually don't mind the rain but this feels more like a monsoon!
As she continued to walk over gnarled roots and low branches she was able to discern more clearly what had been drawing her further into the woods. Squinting skeptically, Freya could see what appeared to be a faint green glowing light farther down the path.

Well, that's awfully strange. This is far too deep in the woods for there to be electricity. Plus, I don't see any power lines or anything like that. I want to say it's a torch of some kind, but green? Since when does fire burn green? Regardless of the cause, I can't be scared. I either have to decide to turn back and go to the village now or continue walking.

Freya could feel her heart beating faster and faster in her chest, almost like a humming bird strapped in a small cage. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself. She tried to calm her staggered and excited breathing before it got too audible when... *CRACK*

She stepped on a particularly loud branch. The unexpected wave of sound seemed to whip her out of her trance like state and rattle her self confidence. Oh great. Anyone who wants to harm me knows exactly where I am. She froze in fear, locking her muscles into the position she had been maintaining as she felt an ice ball of nerves forming at the pit of her stomach.

Plumie was startled when she her a loud 'CRACK' near her. She immediately awoken, she stood tall as she announced. "Who is there? Make your self known." She held her staff tightly in her hand as she tilted her head waiting for a response.

"Who is there? Make your self known."

Freya cringed at the sound of another voice. Crap. Just what I needed. The last thing on my mind was getting into some kind of trouble before I even found a place to stay. If I don't watch it, I'll get blacklisted. But... I don't see anyone. Where is this voice coming from.

"My name is Freya. Freya Jean-Pierre. Look, I didn't mean to trespass none. I'm new here and I wanted to get myself oriented before finding a place to stay." Slowly, Freya paced onwards, trying to find the person she was speaking too. All she could see was the greenery. Oi, aint this a bloody treat. Where the hell is this person. All I see are tree branches, logs, flowers, grass, vines... a face... A FACE?

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Freya could not believe what was standing before her. She didn't really know what it was. At first it seemed like a topiary of a goddess made of plants, but it was starring directly at her and far too beautiful to be made by human hands.
"St st st st... I I I I um, I um." All sorts of crazy thoughts flew through her mind as she tried to find the words to say. Is it a demon? Is it a person in costume? Have I offended it?!? Oh sweet Jesus what do I do now??? She paused and stared at the entity hoping to find a way out of this most odd situation. It stared back at her with it's head cocked to the side.

"Um. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't see you. I um... I ah... I was just passing through. I don't know the area. I. um. ah. So I'm Freya. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I hope I didn't interrupt anything, and um, I suppose I'll be leaving."

Before she could think of anything else, Freya whirled around on the heels of her boots in the opposite direction. It was then that the extent of her fear began to weigh in on her. Her legs left like they were made of led. She wanted to run. She wanted to dash like the lightning terrorizing the skies. She wanted to scream like a child face to face with the boogie man. But her body wouldn't obey her commands. Instead she took 3 shaky steps before getting hit with a wave of a dizzy lightheaded sensation and passing out.

((Hey I think I'm gonna call it a night. It's 5:29 AM here and I have work in the AM. It was fun so far, I hope I'm not rambling too much and providing sufficient material to work off of.))

Plumie tilts her head as she obverses the lady before her. She felt a small smirk form on her face. But before she could answer, the lady was gone. She yelled out, "You have no need to run little one. I mean you know harm. Plus that way is towards some nasty wolfs. Its their den." She followed the young lady, seeing that she had past out. Sighing as she picked up the lady and went back to where she called home. Placing her on the bed of flowers, Plumie placed her hand on the lady's forehead, who was named Freya apparently, she closed her eyes. Freya's body lightly glowed green as she laid. In the process, a shadowy image came into Plumie's mind as she retracted her hand sharply. "You poor thing, those are some tough dreams." Plumie sat down by a log and would look like a log with variety of wooden dishes. She began to mix, growing some plants on the ground by her. She was brewing a drink.
(( Good night!))

Freya awoke to the gentle sound of rustling leaves and tree branches swaying in with the breeze. Though she had probably been out for several hours, she felt as if she had been walking for many days with out rest. Sadly, this was a habitual feeling. She would frequently amuse herself with the thought that her night terrors sapped away her energy while she slept.

Freya's eyes slide open to reveal the dense and lush greenery of the woods. Flowers bloomed boastfully as they assaulted her eyes with their bright and cheery colors. After taking in her surroundings, she abruptly curled up into a sitting position. The cause of her prior unconsciousness was coming back to her. She was somewhere in the woods outside of Preley. After encountering something that definitely wasn't human, she tried to flee but ended up on the ground instead. However, this isn't where she had fallen. Someone or something brought her here.

Freya took slow deep breaths in the hopes of solving this problem, like she solves every problem. I'm O.K. I just have to find my way back to that clearing and then I can follow the path back to the village. Her steely eyes scanned the perimeter of the enclosure, hoping to find the best escape, but no such luck. Across from her was the living topiary, propped up quietly on the edge of the stump. Again, the strange thing was looking at her. That explains why I'm no longer where I passed out. God that thing is creepy. Though I can't help but admit how beautiful she is. Freya examined her small doll like features. It was quite difficult for her to discern where this "person" ended and the rest of the forest began.

Lyn finally had found a resting place in a small deserted den close to the clearing. It was warm and dry inside, and the thought that she could sleep somewhere without getting rained on thrilled her.

I don't know what I'm doing.... Why in the world did I leave? Well, it's no time to ask questions now. What's done is done.She stretched and immediately fell asleep.

The dim gray light of the morning woke her and she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Blinking, she turned to look outside of the den to see a huge black wolf heading towards the den she was in. A scream built up in her throat but nothing came out. She stood stock still, not knowing what to do.

((Sorry I took a long time to reply! angelwings, you are really good at writing! :3 ))

As her vistor slept, Plumie, was finishing up the drink she was preparing. She set it to the side as she watched it go from bright green to a very light honey color. Smiling she began around her home mind her flowers and plants. Keeping them healthy, even talking to a few. As a woodling Plumie could feel the plant's feelings and understand what they need.

Plumie turned from her work as she looked at Freya awaking. "Ah your awake. Thats good." She handed Freya a wooden bowl with a liquid in it that smelled as sweet as honey. "Here drink this your strength then will come back to you." Smiling softly at Freya, offering her the drink. "As for those dreams, I am sorry but I'm working on something to help you. But those are very not nice dreams. May I ask, what brings you to the forest my dear?"

((I know Freya is putting me to shame. :P I am also 2 years out of practice. :P But I love everyone's writing))

((It's okay. Your writing is pretty good too :P I've handled worse! // I'm going to go ahead and let angelwings post :3// and out of curiosity, how'd you put your siggy there? or do you paste that there every time...? // okay done :D))