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Here is what they look like: (sry. I didn’t want to post individual pics. Lol)
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Omg, Skyler is sooo much like my charrie Laylil!!!! That’s so funny!!! XD
She is about 9-10 and has blonde hair with a red tint. She is fiery and mischevious and the youngest of two older brothers.
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Lol! That’s awesome!! XD
If you want, you could add her in once Sky shows up… *mischievous grin* XD
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@princesachronicle22 @freedomwriter76 @loopylin @mineralizedwritings @lightoverdarkness6 @esther-c @keilah-h @anyone-i’m-forgetting
OKAY I AM HERE YALL!!!
with a ton of RPs to do XD
November
November wasn’t paying much attention to the arguing, to be quite honest. He stayed close to the back, arms wrapped around himself, eyes focused on the stone beneath his feet.
He anxiously tapped his shaking fingers, mind running with everything that had recently happened.
Wondering still if…if his own friends were even in the castle anymore.
Was he alone now?
He swallowed, feeling it itch and burn as he did. He grimaced, rubbing his throat.
Had he burned something inside?
“Hey. November…?” The Ginger’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. He blinked, eyes focusing on the boy in front of him.
Jezyk gave a small smile, eyes curious. November returned it. He glanced at the other men, realizing now that he and Jezyk were the only kids in the group.
Well…at least he wasn’t by himself anymore…
“Y-Yes?”
Jezyk leaned against the wall next to him, studying his face, and then his arms. His brows furrowed in thought, head tilting slightly.
“I…don’t want to pry, but…” Jezyk met November’s eyes once more, that same curiosity echoing. “How did you do that..? Earlier, I mean…with….you know.”
November looked away.
“I…I’m…” He pursed his lips, sighing. “I’m not entirely sure myself…” He admitted. “My friend, Luna, and…” his mind went to Corvina, “Someone else I know, say that I have….Elven blood. Elven flame. But, as for it hurting me….that’s a…long story.”
November looked up, noticing Hans was staring at him, eyes narrowed. He flinched. Looked away.
Jezyk’s eyes were even wider now, round as saucers. The boy blinked. “E-Elves? Like…from the stories?”
November straightened, remembering that, Jezyk wasn’t from his world. He turned, blushing slightly, then let out a small chuckle.
“Ah…yea…m-maybe you should let Riker explain that one…”
Arabella
Ara’s fists clenched at her side as Dietrich began to tell of some of the things her brother had gone through during her absence.
Tears sprung to her eyes at the sight of his scared, tear-streaked face.
Had he cried for her? Wanted her?
She pinched her eyes shut at the thought, stomach clenching. She’d told him she wouldn’t leave him.
Dietrich’s story was finished. She could hear his labored breaths beside her. His chest heaving from guilt.
“I-I-I-I’m s-s-sorry…”
Bile rose to Ara’s throat. The want…need to lash out.
But…turning to see Dietrich’s heartbroken expression…and the tears that slid down his cheeks, dropping to the stone floor below….
She found…she could only be reminded of Soren.
Her eyes drifted of Adolphus. He’d stayed quiet through it all, but she found that not an eye was dry on his face either, though he wore his guilt and burden in silence.
Just like Soren.
Ara sucked in a breath. Released it.
Her fists unclenched at her sides, eyes closing for a moment.
She could remember the few conversations she’d had with Paxton’s third half-brother.
The hurt in his eyes.
The regret.
And…he’d made up for it.
In a way…some never would have.
She remembered the talks with Paxton, late into the night, when he couldn’t sleep because of the nightmares.
How he confided in her that…He wasn’t sure if Soren knew he was forgiven.
And it haunted her little brother.
She opened her eyes.
She wouldn’t make that mistake twice.
Gently, making sure he knew what she was doing this time, Ara laid a hand on Dietrich’s arm.
He looked at her sadly, like a child about to be scolded.
She gave a small, heartfelt smile. “It’s…it’s alright.” She said, meaning every word.
“I forgive you. Both of you.”
Corvina
Well…looked like the attention wasn’t fully off of her. She glowered.
And a rain cloud? What did that even mean?
She sighed, realizing now that there was probably no way she’d get out of here without someone noticing.
Not with blue-skin still constantly looking back at her every few seconds.
And one-eye enjoying teasing her.
And now, the little girl seemed absolutely fascinated by her.
She just couldn’t stop staring….
What was it with her and children? Why were they…drawn to her? Every…every time?
“Maybe it’s a curse.”
Corvina smirked.
Ya know, I’ve wondered.
“Wouldn’t be surprised.”
She blew out a breath.
Me neither…
Jocelyn
Lyn watched anxiously as this woman…this stranger took Nyx from her arms.
Her stomach twisted and tightened, doing loop-de-loops like never before.
This woman could do anything to him…
But…what choice did Lyn have? Nyx was dying. There was nothing else to be done.
She wiped at her wet cheeks, not registering the woman’s question.
“He’s called a Nyx. He’s the only one of his kind…” Grimm must have answered for her, whatever the question had been.
The woman frowned. “That makes things…a bit difficult. But I still think I can help.”
Lyn watched with wide eyes as the Uvah unwrapped Nyx, revealed the blood-soaked bandages.
The blonde let out a sharp cry, pinching her eyes shut. Grimm gently embraced her, pulling her close as she cried.
How could she have let this happen…?
Uvah gently removed the bandages, making Nyx twitch and whimper, but otherwise, he was too weak to do anything.
Lyn forced herself to watch, not wishing to take her eyes off of her kit, even for a moment.
She could only hope, and pray that this would work.
Paxton
The group had entered a different room now…
One that, though he didn’t say it aloud, made a shudder run down Paxton’s spine.
He made an effort to stick close to Wolfgang and Luna, sandwiched in-between the two of them as everyone else explored.
He could hear the exclamations of others as they stared at the…seemingly endless portraits that lined the walls.
A few took curtains off some, revealing what must have been friends they knew.
Some of the portraits were…even of them…
Paxton’s stomach twisted, heat rising to his neck as they went further into the room, decorated in dark red silk and gold, like a theatre (that’s how I imagine it anyway lol)
He curled into Wolfgang’s side, clutching Hope tightly to his chest.
This room was too much like home.
Reminded him of too many things he’d rather forget…
“Paxton! Look! It’s me!” Luna cried suddenly, making the boy jump. He followed her gaze and where she pointed, spotting the painting in question.
Indeed, there she was, looking just as she did in that moment. Her eyes sparkling, hair and skin shining. She was smiling brightly, and the painting itself even seemed to glow, reflecting her spirit.
The real Luna grinned. “I don’t know how these got here…but some sure are beautiful, hm?”
Paxton couldn’t help but smile.
Until, he spotted his own eyes looking back at him.
He sucked in a breath at the sight.
It was…
Unreal.
Seeing his own self looking back at him.
The same ice blue eyes and pale skin. The snow touched hair, falling just a hint below his ears…
He clutched Hope closer, and then noticed that, even in the painting, he was holding her too.
Yes, the boy in the painting seemed to resemble every part of him.
And…
He didn’t like what he saw…
Luna’s brows furrowed, smile shifting to a small frown. She looked from the painting to real boy, eyes soft.
“Ah…well…they’re not all perfect likenesses.” She said softly. Gently, she gripped his hand, leading him away, though, it took a moment for his eyes to break off from the painting.
And then he saw that…all of his friends were here.
Wulf.
Lyn.
Ember.
Nyx.
Each painting representing the spirit of the person.
But….
As the two walked, Paxton watched as the paintings shifted, showing his friends in a new light.
Jocelyn was…crying. And Grimm looked…at a loss.
And Nyx….
Paxton’s heart fell.
Nyx’s painting had turned gray….cracked around the edges. His eyes lifeless and dull, and two long marks wrapped around his torso.
Whip marks.
Paxton’s breaths grew shaky, panic setting in.
These were showing what was happening now…in the present.
“Paxton?” Luna tore her eyes from the horrible scenes in the paintings, her face also pale. She gripped the boy’s arms. “Paxton, calm down! It’s alright!”
Paxton shook his head, eyes wet with sudden tears. He couldn’t lose this family…not now.
He scanned the paintings again, spotting Ember among them.
Again the painting shifted, the smile leaving November’s face. His skin turning a blistered red, his neck slightly charred. His eyes…so lonely. And sad.
Was this the present too?
Why was it showing them this?
Luna embraced Paxton, pulling him close as he silently cried, unable to do anything to help the ones who had saved him. The ones he now called his own.
His family.
“Paxton, easy….please…” She said.
But he couldn’t stop the tears. What if they never found each other in this endless castle?
What if worse things just kept happening?
What if…he was going to be alone all over again?
“Paxton..Paxton look! Look! It’s Ara!”
Paxton let out a quiet sob, then blinked, mind registering Luna’s words. He lifted his head slightly, following her gaze.
There, beside November’s portrait, was Arabella.
The same as she always was.
He gripped Hope close, still clinging to Luna, waiting anxiously to see if the picture would change.
It didn’t.
She remained the same.
Strong. Compassionate.
Her long brown locks fell over one shoulder, brown eyes staring out, as if into your soul. And she was smiling.
Paxton’s breaths slowly returned to normal as he stared at his sister’s portrait.
“See? She’s alright. We’re all gonna be alright.” Luna whispered.
Paxton slowly nodded, never taking his eyes off his sister.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb*cries*
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Yes!!! I was actually gonna add in one of her older brothers, the crown prince so it would make sense to add them together *grins back*
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:XD I’ve looked through the moodboard forum and so I think I’ve seen them there.
I’m working on coloring a picture of my characters so you know what they look like. I should (if I ever get done with schoolwork) have it done today, but it might have to wait until tomorrow. I know I most likely won’t get to write for them until tomorrow."...I did not say to the seed of Jacob, 'Seek Me in vain..."
(Part of) Isaiah 45:19@loopylin @godlyfantasy12 @mineralizedwritings @princesachronicle22
Allen
“I am Pelgarkine.” Serin explained.
Not that it really explained anything, but at least he knew what she was now.
She looked around, glaring at Dante last of all, and asked, “Now, can anyone tell me where to find a good weapon in this light-forsaken building?”
“If I had an extra blaster, I’d give it to you.” Allen told her. “But I don’t, and it wouldn’t be wise to give up my only long-range weapon.”
He looked up at the ceiling as thunder rumbled outside. [It was raining right?] “So no one recognizes this place or where it is?”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@godlyfantasy12 Awwww Pax!!! I should get my charries into that room sometime, their reactions would be hilarious.
@loopylin @theloonyone You guys want to continue our RP?Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@princesachronicle22 @gwyndalf-the-wise @godlyfantasy12
I should be able to write an RP later this afternoon!!
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@princesachronicle22 @loopylin @keilah-h @mineralizedwritings
Corvina
Weapons? What did this lady need with weapons?
Hm…perhaps this could be interesting.
“If I had an extra blaster, I’d give it to you.” Allen told her. “But I don’t, and it wouldn’t be wise to give up my only long-range weapon.”
Corvina stared at the weapon, eyes narrowing. She’d rather not be on the opposing end of it.
“So no one recognizes this place or where it is?”
“I do.” Corvina spoke up.
She glowered at the sudden attention, turning her head away.
“It’s a castle, obviously, but I’ve been here before. It runs off some sort of magic. Brings people here from different worlds. Actually, realms is probably more accurate, considering most everyone who meets each other has no clue about any of the other worlds mentioned.”
She grinned at their suddenly paled faces. Except for Dante and Ellie. They obviously already knew this.
“O-Other realms? Worlds?!” Layson cried.
“Nonsense.” Blue-skin retorted.
Corvina shrugged. “Believe what you want, but it’s true. Tell me, where do you come from?”
No one spoke.
Corvina swallowed.
They weren’t going to divulge anything if she didn’t first…
But was she truly willing to give up information?
Ah…did it really matter? They couldn’t go to her world anyway.
And besides, giving a vague name, like the name of her entire world. Realm, whatever it might be, wasn’t going to tell them anything.
Her world was seemingly endless. A vast expanse of land and sea.
She shrugged. “Alright, I’ll tell you where I come from then.”
Blue-skin raised a brow, obviously intrigued. Corvina smirked.
“I come from a world called Aú. Some say it’s endless. Created eons ago.” She tilted her head, hoping that had opened up the conversation.
She raised her brows. “Still don’t believe me?”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebOkay here they are!
Everi- Age 22. Description- Tall, with light brown/blonde-ish hair and shiny blue eyes. Character- Crown prince of the Alyuri Isles. He has a reputation for being unreliable and cocky. (He has a character arc don’t worry) And it’s actually mostly just a cover he uses at court to hide his secret heroism.
Laylil- Age 9. Description- Blonde hair with a red tint that she often wears down with two small braids, and same shiny blue eyes. Character- Spitfire, sassy and mischevious. Princess.
Mayvee-
@katthewritter if your characters need people to interact with these are the ones I’ll add for that
Esen- Age 19 (still not entirely sure but that’s the age I’m going with). Description- hmm, all I know for sure is that his chest (his spirit) glows different colors based on his emotions. Character- He is one of my least developed so I’ll work on it
Phervin- Age 35. Description- reddish hair and freckles. Pale greenish eyes. Has oddly shaped ears with two curving points like cyclones. Character- Loyal and funny, will take any chance he can to make a pun or a joke. Has the ability to absorb and emit sound. He is a guard and spy hired by a noble family.
Namal- Age 32. Descrption- Short with bronze skin and dark black hair often put into a low bun. Light brown eyes. Character- Curt and serious. Has the ability to absorb and emit light. Phervin’s partner as a guard and spy.
They are all from the same planet but Esen is from a different time period that came before them.
@esther-c @gwyndalf-the-wise And Mayvee is from a time Period after Alyura. During Ohven, where Serin and Uvah are.Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:XD I can already tell awkward conversations are going to happen between my characters and yours
Yay for character arcs!
Did you forget Mayvee’s description or does she have one and it didn’t load?"...I did not say to the seed of Jacob, 'Seek Me in vain..."
(Part of) Isaiah 45:19XD yeah I forgot Mayvee sorry.
Mayvee- Age about 17-18 human years? Description- Nayvenlee race. Pitch black skin is covered in tiny white dots resembling stars. Eyes change color based on the color of the sky. Hair is a dark silver. Character- Timid but innocently sweet. Her society is a Theocracy, meaning it is ruled by religion/religous leaders.
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@princesachronicle22 OK I ADORE MAYVEE!!! HER DESCRIPTION IS SO COOL AND I AM KICKING MYSELF FOR NOT HAVING A RACE LIKE THAT IN MY SERIES!!
how do u come up with such cool races!!!!
also she and Luna I think would get along so well!!!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb
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