| 8:05 PM
Blank Ideas with a sweet beginning?
Monday, March 12, 2007
Elizabeth slept soundly, her head against the cool wood of her desk. A shadow passed over, a slight tingle down her back and a fast jump, she jerked awake. Groggy, eyes blurred and the bad breath taste in her mouth she looked at the clock. 3:00 it read, and she though to herself,
three in the morning!? How could this be, how was it possible? Just seconds ago she was working on her English paper... her big novel assignment that was due -- tomorrow? Tomorrow it was!
Looking down at her desk she cringed as she stared at the empty sheet of paper and a pencil that lay on top of it. There was a title though, "The Sleeping Beauty". Smiling to herself she recalled the tale of the princess that slept a hundred years, doomed to sleep and loneliness. Grandmother used to tell her the tale time and time again, as if it were her own. Or she had lived in the castle with the princess.
Her mouth was dry and reeked of sleep, she needed water. Tying her wavy auburn hair into a loose pony she slipped her feet into slippers and danced over to her door. Drifting into thought she walked down her stairs for a glass of water from the kitchen. Her dreams had been much more vivid this night, a flurry of darkness with bright flashes in between. A familiar forest with wildlife so dear. Roses everywhere, thorns striking her skin. Crimson liquid, seeping from her fingers. A beautiful face, set in stone, forever. The dream screamed forever but nothing else. Forever she would lie. Then the bleeding started and she would wake up frightened.
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| 10:25 PM
Roleplay LOL.
Genre: Fantasy (Any sort of fantasy)
Gender: Female
Age: young but not old
Species: Elven with a hint of human ancestry.
Physical Description: Tall like her elven ancestors, skin a bit darker than the fairest elves, almond shaped eyes one emerald coloured the other the colour of the sky. Her hair is long, cascades down her back in silver strands.
Clothing Description: A priestess' robes, handsomely woven with intricate stitching telling the story of her ancestors. She has a heavy cloak over top to protect her in colder weather. Her boots go over her shin and although just a sort of leather to match her light robes they are enchanted to protect her against arrows or shots, and increase her walking speed. She wears many gold ornaments.
Weapon: She was gifted with powers of ice and snow. Flurries come at her command and she can freeze opponents in the spot. She is highly resistant to anything cold. Also very crafty with daggers and bows (elf after all!)
Personality/Past: Soft-spoken and seemingly vulnerable. Very passionate about anything she is interested in. She seems very fragile but is optimistic and quite open minded. She finds it hard to trust people right away so at first she might seem rather snobbish. Her race was a rare clan of Elves, they were hunted by their enemies and murdered. Her baby self was left in a remote human village where she grew up. She is very in tune with nature and fluent in Human and Elvish.
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An Audition
Where she was going? No one could say, they could merely follow her as the shadows did.
Ryjaya was her name, a bit short, yet slender with dark hair that cascaded down her back and bright gray eyes. She wore a peasant's clothing but her ears proved to be elven. She seemed quite determined, her baggage a small pouch she slinged over her shoulder and a thick velvet cloak she wore loosely.
Stopping, her demeanor a bit less dramatic, she looked around. Carefully she pulled up the velvet cloak she was wearing, the purple enveloped her and she seemed to meld into the shadows. The dirt path had led her to a fork, right or left? She wasn't sure what to decide.
The left path proved most safe, a cheerful path with little to no forest. Fields would surround her and there seemed to be some civilization. And to the right? A dark way, with barely a path to walk on. There was a wild forest with shrubs and legendary trees that could touch the clouds.
Preparing herself she readied the dagger that was hidden inside the folds of her cloak and walked to the right.
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Blank Ideas with a sweet beginning?
Looking down at her desk she cringed as she stared at the empty sheet of paper and a pencil that lay on top of it. There was a title though, "The Sleeping Beauty". Smiling to herself she recalled the tale of the princess that slept a hundred years, doomed to sleep and loneliness. Grandmother used to tell her the tale time and time again, as if it were her own. Or she had lived in the castle with the princess.
Her mouth was dry and reeked of sleep, she needed water. Tying her wavy auburn hair into a loose pony she slipped her feet into slippers and danced over to her door. Drifting into thought she walked down her stairs for a glass of water from the kitchen. Her dreams had been much more vivid this night, a flurry of darkness with bright flashes in between. A familiar forest with wildlife so dear. Roses everywhere, thorns striking her skin. Crimson liquid, seeping from her fingers. A beautiful face, set in stone, forever. The dream screamed forever but nothing else. Forever she would lie. Then the bleeding started and she would wake up frightened.
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