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awesome234 is not online. awesome234
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07 Dec 2012 07:47 AM
The dry grass crackled underneath the footsteps of the group, it was a dark, starry night, and many beautiful constellations twinkled in the sky. A boy in the front, who was pointing out some of the constellations to the group, didn't have a home in the village to go back to, so when all the other kids left to go back to their homes. Gazing up at the stars that he saw so often, the stars he left a part of.

Some of his favorite constellations included, "The Celestic Hand", "The Watcher", and "The Flower", which almost seemed to bloom around midnight, and then withdraw back into a bud around dawn. He had been teaching this group, his friends, of the group since he was twleve, and somehow, nobody in the village had found out their children were sneaking out some nights.

As the last of the stragglers began to wander back towards the village, yawning and shuffling as they walked. Leaving the boy standing in the circle of flattened grass, a single figure in the dying plain. He seemed at peace almost, with the stars shining a divine light onto him. He looked toward one constellation, one he had never told his friends about, "The Father", and said, "What should I do now?"

At first, there was nothing, then, one by one, the stars in this constellation slowly focused their dazzling light towards him, slowly melding together into a solid beam of light. Then, a voice only he could hear said, "You have given me your allegience. Your heart and soul belong to me. My powers will trickle to you, across the heavens and planets, as long as you do as I say."

"I still don't understood." The boy said, his voice sounding frail and weak in comparison. "I've done what you said. I left my family for the wilderness, struggled through living out here. I gathered kids from my town, and showed them the living constellations, yet you don't tell me why, or give me any hints to why this is even important."

"You are the first of many." The old star says, "There will soon be one messanger for each of the living stars. A powerful individual to guide the children of the town. To be the survivors, survivors of the coming storm. The living stars are not the only godly beings, but the others, malevelent forces, are planning something, we don't quite know yet, but whatever they will do. We need to be prepared."

"Some of the forces inhabit full constellations like us, but many of them can only control a single star with the power, but many of these are getting stronger. A few of what we guess are the leaders are moving themselves closer everyday, "The Feline", "The Jagged Bolt", "The Scar", aand "Drithar", the wandering star. These stars and constellations are evil, do your best not to look at them. Their influence could pullute your thought, maybe even attempt to take control of you." He continues, sending a short image of the different stars and constellations.

"Now my Son. Bring me you most trusted, and well taught friends. If they match what is needed, I will place them with a living star, may it be, "The Flower", "The Celestic Hand", "The Watcher", "The Canine", "Crawling Vines", "Korthay", the spiral star, "Sporado", the bouncing star, or "Drala", the bright. I wish you luck in your search, and bring each person into the clearing indicidually, for the, testing. "As the voice fades the sounds of nighttime slowly fading back into existance, "And remember, that you must never give up."

The next day, the boy gathered up his group of kids, and took them to a small clearing in a forest, one that he know only too well. Where he himself found, "The Father". The boy kept most of them back with him, gradually letting them through to talk with the leader of the living stars, his constellation.

[CS]

"Hello mortal, don't be afraid of my voice. What is your name?"

"How o.ld are you? We don't want toddlers of elders running around."

"I don't have eyes, try to give me a picture of what you look like. Your clothes, physical features, gender, and anything special about the way you look."

"I know my son has taught you some of the constellations, which is your favorite one?"

"Tell me some about yourself, your hobbies, family, friends, accidents, and how you think of yourself."

The light beams turn, and scan over you. You feel it seraching inside of you, checking your soul for any evil. (( Personality. ))

"Let me think about what you've told me."


~Rules~

No god modding

All the stars are practically the same.

No Mary/Gary Stus

Use my CS, don't make your own. ( Because apparently that's an issue. )

Anything else I say.

If you don't like it please tell me why, unless it's simply the genre, because then I don't care.

If you've seen this before, sorry. I tried to make a role play without describing every rule, and sigh.
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AbCatchem is not online. AbCatchem
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07 Dec 2012 08:20 AM
[CS]
"Hello mortal, don't be afraid of my voice. What is your name?" "A-A-Abel Stav"

"How o.ld are you? We don't want toddlers of elders running around." Abel grimaces, still a bit edgy. "I'm fourteen,"

"I don't have eyes try to give me a picture of what you look like. Your clothes, physical features, gender, and anything special about the way you look." Abel stutters a little, but begins speaking clearly. "I'm a little short for my a.g.e, about five feet high. Everyone says I'm too scrawny and pale, but I really don't care. My eye are kind of big with bright blue irises, but my right one is...kind of missing, so I wear an eye patch over that!" Abel laughs nervously and goes on. "And my hair's almost pure white, a little messy. There's this scar on the left of my face, barely showing on my cheek. I actually have this really long red coat with black trimmings and a flat collar, goes all the way to my knees. I also have black traveling pants an this white button-up shirt with a big collar and traveling boots. The coat's really nice, warm and pretty light, plus it has deep pockets to store this!" Abel grins and withdraws a sterling pocket watch from his coat with a broken face. "It's a...watch," he explains hurriedly.

"I know my son has taught you some of the constellations, which is your favorite one?" "Well, they're all beautiful but I love the Crawling vines. Stunning, really." Abel says, adjusting already to the voice.

"Tell me some about yourself, your hobbies, family, friends, accidents, and how you think of yourself." Abel laughs a little nervously, still unsure of weather he'd eaten something rotten or he was experiencing a revelation. "Well, I was actually born in some mountains only a few miles away from this village. A day on foot, a couple hours on horseback. Snowy, cold place with a beautiful view. I wish I could say I spent my life there, I remember the air was always clean and the snow was great. Thing is, we left when I was around four or five. We'd just had a little house on the edge of the village, but trading season came. It always got fun, we even held festivals when traders came before winter. But that year there was all kinds of things being sold and trades. Spices, silk, glass, meats, fruits I'd never seen! And a good portion of candy..." he pauses for a moment, but snaps out of his nostalgia and continues. "But, my father was quite impressed. He actually knew a lot about geography and impressed some of the traders a great deal. One caravan offered to let us join them. He really didn't think twice...I remember I was playing with some of the other children who'd come with the caravan, had my first candied apple ever! Then Father came and told me we'd have to leave the festival a little early to get things packed. I just packed the few outfits I had, a blanket, and a little fox rag doll I owned in one little sack. I had to go to be early and get up at six. And that day we left..." Abel shivers, quite visibly. After a long silence he continues. "It was...odd. I got to know everyone else, and it was really fun traveling and playing with the other children in the caravan. We had objects and trading items from all sorts of exotic regions, and I was well educated, especially in geography and history. Thing is, we eventually reached this one little town. This odd plague was starting up. They'd develop the infection in one or both of their eyes, then it would spread through their body and kill them. No cure, and contagious as...Oblivion," Abel mutters, the last word rather forced.

"At this time I was about seven. It wasn't just the locals, a few people in our group had gotten it. Some killed themselves, others tried to perform gory amputations to save themselves. Needless to say, their demise was even more agonizing. My father acted so fine, still the same as always. I suppose he was always an optimist, though I'd never know how he did it. We managed to leave quickly, but the disease was still with us. As our travels continued, Father often grew weary and shaky. He developed fevers and odd, twitching tendencies. I suppose all the adults knew by then, as they never let me near Father. I was too stupid to know, and I eventually lost it one day and just ran up and hugged him. I'd become so lonely by then, after all...In a few days, he died." Abel stops short, becoming a little pale. "Mother and I left the caravan for good and searched for days on end until we found a village with a doctor. They examined me and said I'd only developed an infection in my right eye. The only way to keep the infection from spreading was to knock me out and cut it away. And I'm alive..." Abel hisses bitterly. "As it turns out, we'd managed to get close to home again after several years of traveling. But Mother wanted to stay here. My father had earned a good sum of money from trading while he was alive, so we managed a small house on the edge of the village, as well as the coat and my father's watch. We've saved most of our money, and I've been working at the market for the past few years at a small butcher shop." Abel looks down, finally finishing.

The light beams turn, and scan over you. You feel it seraching inside of you, checking your soul for any evil. (( Personality. )) Abel trembles slightly, but calms down as the light makes its way across, breathing deeply. He seems skittish and a little paranoid, on edge. His knowledge of history and geography is shocking for his a.g.e and status, and he seems open to differences and adjusts easily to change, socially, financially, or scene-wise. He's a little weak and nervous, but becomes surprisingly animated and bold around those he is familiar with, like his friends. He has an odd passion for art and loves drawing things air-born. His knowledge of Dragons is intimate and he seems to know about Dragons from several different regions. He has an interest in mythology in general, but really loves Dragons, Phoenixes, and the like.

In spite of his a.g.e and status, he prefers formality and dresses accordingly for occasions. All the same, he's a little claustrophobic and loves mountainous, cold terrain and stark landscapes. He loves traveling and plans on traveling just a little when he gets older.

"Let me think about what you've told me."
"Yes Sir,"
I drank a bottle of ink today. What did you do?- Words of the Ink Demon Lord, 1330 A.D.
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mikeyman10ash is not online. mikeyman10ash
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07 Dec 2012 10:23 AM
[CS]
"Hello mortal, don't be afraid of my voice. What is your name?"
Drake Kinre
"How o.ld are you? We don't want toddlers of elders running around."
14 
"I don't have eyes try to give me a picture of what you look like. Your clothes, physical features, gender, and anything special about the way you look."
Brown shirt and pants, torn in several places. Brown eyes and hair, and 4'5"
"I know my son has taught you some of the constellations, which is your favorite one?"
Sporado
"Tell me some about yourself, your hobbies, family, friends, accidents, and how you think of yourself."
Drake was born into poverty. His family lives in one of the smallest buildings in the town. Just enough room for a family room(which doubled as a bedroom sometimes), and something like a kitchen. Usually there's a bit of dirt on his face from the night before, as he moves around a lot as he sleeps. He grew up in poverty, and was stolen from several times. His father was killed in a raid on the town, and he doesn't see his mother much either anymore, as he's growing more independent.
The light beams turn, and scan over you. You feel it seraching inside of you, checking your soul for any evil. (( Personality. ))
Open to strangers, but usually doesn't make friends quickly

~And then Cosmonius tripped on a bug~
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Supermariomania is not online. Supermariomania
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07 Dec 2012 12:10 PM
[CS]

"Hello mortal, don't be afraid of my voice. What is your name?":

"E-erm..." I stutter, amazed at the mighty powers of the stars. "M-my name is..." I regain my voice. "My name is Tybalt. Tybalt Forthwind. Erm, Ty for short."

"How o.ld are you? We don't want toddlers of elders running around.":

I snort. "I'm not a toddler." I retort. "I'm Fourteen."

"I don't have eyes, try to give me a picture of what you look like. Your clothes, physical features, ge.nder, and anything special about the way you look.":

"What, can't you see me?" I sigh. "Fine, if I must. I'm above average height at a few inches above five feet. I'm wearing a black cloak over my dirty blonde hair. I know, it's messy, but I don't have time to clean it. When I do, it's nearly white. When I don't, it's practically black." I state, before continuing. "I have bright blue eyes, nearly white, and my skin is pale from being under the hood from the sun - simply too hot. I don't like sulight, but I love starli - I'm getting off topic, sorry." I murmur. "I have cuts on my body from traveling, and my tough leather boots are worn from walking, leather gloves worn from climbing. I have a light but still worthwhile leather padding under my cloak, which has a tough and ragged black shirt underneath, my traveling pants matching this color.

"I know my son has taught you some of the constellations, which is your favorite one?":

"I love starlight. The more I can see, and nearly feel, the brighter, the better. My favorite constellation is Drala, the brightest star." I slowly drag the hood of my cloak over my head to b.athe in the starlight, as I slowly get more comfortable with the situation and relax.

"Tell me some about yourself, your hobbies, family, friends, accidents, and how you think of yourself.":

"Well, it's... it's a long story. I'm originally from a bustling city, a merchant's son - his business was selling weapons and armor to the people of the city. Oh, a grand city it was!" I exclaim. "The sights you could see! The fountain in the square, filled with water flowing gracefully from a stone fish's mouth. The bustling merchant's square, filled with brightly colored stalls, with brightly colored merchants, and brightly colored goods from around the whole land! Most of all, the grand castle! A magnificent sight! Towering over the city, tough brick walls, golden gates... something out of a fairytale, I tell you." I shout, excited and in a better mood than I have been in so, so long. "We sold weapons to the people of the city - the guards, the soldiers. He had a good living, and I learnt the basics of smithing."

"From five till ten, I learnt the ways of the pen, hammer, sword and the voice at a good school, paid for by my family - well, my father. I do not know of my mother. I have heard about her beauty and her spirit, but I never knew her. She died before I was old enough to remember anything. I wish I knew her, because she was apparently a hero of the city, protecting it valorously from waves of foes. I no longer believe that a single being could do such a thing, though." I seem to look up in awe, remembering the courageous tails of my mother, before looking back down.

"What did I learn?" I say. "Why, I learned how to write, and to read. I learnt how to prospect metals, and how to use those metals in order to create a weapon, and how to use what I have created. I also learnt a large amount of mythical tales as I learnt about great literature, and areas of interest, a map to go with it." I laugh, but cynically. "Like literature will help me now."

My smile slowly fades away now, though. I would have to speak of the darker and hor.rible side of my past, the c.ruel toils. I reluctantly begin to murmur "It did not last, however. The..." I whim.per a bit, before getting enough courage to unsteadily stutter "Our whole was raided, destroyed. My father..." I w.himper again. I barely manage to choke out "Kill.ed..." before moa.ni.ng quietly. "There's... there's not really much else to say about me. I travel, and travel, never stopping, for the bandits that now own the city are still after me, the heir to the business, to force me to work for them. My boots are worn, and my clothes ragged, but I cannot stop. I can't ever stop."

The light beams turn, and scan over you. You feel it searching inside of you, checking your soul for any evil.:

I relax, trying to take in every bit of the precious little light I get in my life. My skills of combat and crafting are great, but so is my knowledge of areas and literature, though I seem to be suppressing the latter thoughts whilst carefully thinking of the former.

My personality seems to be hars.h, and slightly unforgiving, definitely cy.nical. There isn't much traces left, but it seems I was once a energetic young boy, happy and carefree. The weight on my shoulders now is immense, and I have craw.led into my own soul, heart and mind, separating them from the outside world.

Tybalt definitely seems on edge, though, even with this - however, it seems that he's cool and collected, a bit less harsh, whilst - surprisingly - either hidden in a crowd or a dark cave, starlight dripping in through cracks, since he does not fear being spotted within a crowd and starlight in the dark always calms him, the brighter, the more relaxed.

"Let me think about what you've told me.":

I s.nort. "What, why do you even NEED to know? I still don't fully understand who you are, that kid only told me a bit. Ugh, no matter." I start walking off into the distance, starlight trickling down my body.
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awesome234 is not online. awesome234
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07 Dec 2012 02:55 PM
@Ab

"You will do well for our cause, please stay near my son for now."

@Mikey

(( I need more detail, and try to do it like the others. ))

@Mario

"Head to my son, stay with him for now he will explain."

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Supermariomania is not online. Supermariomania
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07 Dec 2012 03:03 PM
Tybalt:

I make a noise resembling a hiss. "Fine. I will wait." I retort - I don't care who or what this thing is, I'm not risking getting caught. "For a while. Better make it good."
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gavinfirefox is not online. gavinfirefox
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07 Dec 2012 03:13 PM
[Going to make a CS soon.

THE WATCHER FOREVAA]
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awesome234 is not online. awesome234
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07 Dec 2012 03:14 PM
(( I'm not using that cs for the boy, but I should make my main, I'll just describe him when we have enough people. ))
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07 Dec 2012 03:35 PM
"Hello mortal, don't be afraid of my voice. What is your name?"

"M-my name? I-It's Arsu, Arsu M-m-inor.."

"How o.ld are you? We don't want toddlers of elders running around."

"I'm eleven.... sir."

"I don't have eyes, try to give me a picture of what you look like. Your clothes, physical features, gender, and anything special about the way you look." "Uh, I'll try. I'm actually quite small for my age but I was never actually measured. I feel scrawny and I guess that's true somewhat. I am rather thin and short. My skin is pale and fractured; I'm not very pretty to be honest. I have sea-greenish eyes and my hair is a dull brown and greasy, cut kinda short." He inhales and exhales a bit before continuing with his description.
"I wear a small brown coat, rather uncomfortable. It was hand-made by me though, so I can't really complain. I have a black shirt and similar black trousers and I wear some brown boots on my feet. I have many bruises around my face and my body, but I mostly hide them behind my coat."

"I know my son has taught you some of the constellations, which is your favorite one?" "The Watcher.. It simply takes my breath away. I can't describe how it is."

"Tell me some about yourself, your hobbies, family, friends, accidents, and how you think of yourself."
Arsu sighs. "O-okay." He prepares his story. "My entire life has been inside that village. I've never ventured that far out of it. They never tell me why I can't go outside but at least I get to go out at night. I know quite a lot of people in the village and I usually spend my time drawing in the ground. I like making drawings; it allows me to use my imagination. I do like thinking of other-wordly things and if they actually do exist. I also like drawing them down. I guess I'm a thinker. And a drawer. It's quite like my escape.. my escape from my family."

"I don't like my family. I'm an only child with my mother usually doing things for the village. I don't see much of her; it's nice to get some peace sometimes. My father stays behind and cares for me... But I wish he was dead. I wish he rots in the ground... I WISH. I WISH... I WISH THAT HE BURNS IN- Oh, sorry. Am I getting off track? I'll continue. Anyway, I usually get punched and hurt by my father. My mother is never there to help me. I have proof he hits me too..." He pulls up the sleeves of his coat and shows you some heavy bruising, one a harsh shade of purple. "Oh right. You can't see, can you? Anyway, let's just say it's bad.."

"I don't know what else to say really, my mind has dried up."

The light beams turn, and scan over you. You feel it seraching inside of you, checking your soul for any evil. (( Personality. )) He shivers. He feels very nervous. Arsu is mentally unstable, mainly due to his emotional trauma. With his abuse, his personality can get a bit out of hand. He has a tendency to go very overemotional and may actually go unstable while speaking. He is usually a small, defensive, isolated child who cares nothing more but for his friends and their wellbeing. At other times, he can be a sociopathic misanthrope who has nothing but distaste for all of those around him.

"Let me think about what you've told me."

"Oh. Okay."
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07 Dec 2012 03:36 PM
(( I see whatcha did thar with the name. =3 ))
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07 Dec 2012 03:38 PM
( That obvious, huh? :P)
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awesome234 is not online. awesome234
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07 Dec 2012 03:38 PM
(( Great accept gavin reserved The Watcher. ))
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awesome234 is not online. awesome234
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07 Dec 2012 03:39 PM
(( Well I wrote this in science class, Astronomy. lul. ))
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rachetandclank2 is not online. rachetandclank2
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07 Dec 2012 03:40 PM
(Aww. He did it while I was writing my CS. >:()
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awesome234 is not online. awesome234
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07 Dec 2012 03:42 PM
I sorry.
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07 Dec 2012 03:43 PM
[Actually I did it last night :>]
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ix3Candy is not online. ix3Candy
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07 Dec 2012 03:46 PM
[reserve the spiral star for me.]

and cue the evil laughter
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07 Dec 2012 03:48 PM
(spiral star then)
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07 Dec 2012 03:48 PM
(oh for god's sa-)
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07 Dec 2012 03:48 PM
(I'm debating on whether or not to join, which constellations if any are left?)
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07 Dec 2012 03:50 PM
(Well I have time to kill so reserve the Celestial Hand for me. I'll make my CS shortly.)
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07 Dec 2012 03:51 PM
(i give up)
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gavinfirefox is not online. gavinfirefox
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07 Dec 2012 03:52 PM
[You could take the Canine rachet]
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07 Dec 2012 03:53 PM
[!!!

oh sorry rachet. you can have korthay if you want. i'll take the bouncing star.

sorry]

and cue the evil laughter
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07 Dec 2012 03:53 PM
(hnngh. Okay. Canine for me.)
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