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Rules:

1.Original Characters only. It must be an original creation.
2. Have fun, be creative. You can either stick to a realistic setting, or a fantasy one. Judgment is based on development. Even fantasy can seem real in a lot of cases smile

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Must include:
Gender
Age
Residence
Family members
Education
Occupation
Birthplace.
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Physical Description: Must be fully detailed. I want to know every flaw and perfection of your character, to a bump on the nose to a freckle on a toe. How does your character move? How do they sleep? How do they smile?
Favourites:
Favourite music, art, clothing, colour, pets, movements.
Least Favourites: What is everything your character hates and despises? Include things they hate about themselves.
Behaviour: How does your character act in different situations, how do they portray emotions?
History: Childhood events, tales of ancestors, their life in general, be as detailed about events as you wish to be.
Include anything else you want to,

A prize of 5k will go to the person who makes the most detailed entry. It must be well formatted and make sense. Development also counts. Basically I am looking for well detailed and developed entries.

Entrys go here, contest runs until January 6th And please, no Signatures in this thread. PM me any questions.

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My name is Eliana--well, Eli for short. Probably the only person who ever called me Eliana was Mother Agnes back when I lived at the orphanage. Even now, I sometimes long to return to that time when all I had to worry about was school, work and friends, not the fate of the world. For as Jared has been telling me since the day I met him, it rests in my hands.
See, about two months ago--on my fifteenth birthday--my whole life changed. I was walking back to the Saint Clotilda Orphanage, my home and school, from the grocery store with bread for supper when something made me stop and turn around. I had distinctly heard something following me--slithering snake-like across the ground. But by the time my eyes focused on it, whatever it had been was gone. I still could not shake the feeling that I was being followed. So I refaced and set off for home, my feet moving very slowly so I could better hear anything behind me. I frequently glanced back in fear. I ridiculed myself. I was being stupid; absolutely no one and nothing were out to get me, I thought. After all, what would anyone want with a fifteen-year-old girl who no one ever noticed? I shivered--I could think of one thing. I quickened my pace. Unless I hurried, I would surely miss curfew. Just then, my small shadow seemed to grow. It doubled and then tripled in size before my eyes. I stopped abruptly, mesmerized. The spreading continued until I could no longer see the street. I kneeled down and touched the ground. A bit of shadow remained on my fingertips, a glistening obsidian fluid. Then it too began to grow, forming a tight seal over my hand. With a shriek, I came out of my trance-like state. I shook my arm in the air, trying in vain to shake off this strange thing, but it merely continued to spread up my arm, coating it jet black. I took off running, my feet making splashes against the dark pool as I ran. I continued running like that for a couple of blocks, until I saw a flash of blinding white light. A tall, graying-but-not-elderly looking man stepped out of the light and walked toward me. The blackish liquid seemed to fear this man. It quivered slightly and slid away as he drew near. This man, I learned, was Rolo, a 2500-year-old immortal and my savior. He then took me away to a faraway island no mortal had ever seen, and that is where I have been ever since.
That was when I met Jared, the boy who would teach me of my destiny. He was also fifteen, born on the same All Hallow's Eve night as I. Of all the immortals in the land, he supposedly knew everything. He did not, however, seem to grasp the concept of me being a girl. His records and prophesies all named me as Eli, and so he was very confused when I walked in. "If you will excuse me," he said, "I am supposed to meet with a very important person. You will have to wait outside." I glared at him and clutched at my mother's old necklace. "Well," I told him, "I was told to come in here to see you." He looked at me appraisingly for a minute before telling me to come closer. He inquired about my necklace. Wondering how that was of any importance to our meeting, I took it off--a beautiful half-golden sun, half-silver moon neclace with a gold and silver chain. It was the only thing of value I had. "Where did you get this, girl?" he snapped. I looked at him hesitantly before replying, "It was my mother's--my real mother's. Mother Agnes told me when she gave it to me when I was a child. If I could have that back, please?" That necklace, however, seemed to change everything with him. He called Rolo in and told him to take me to the special chambers he had prepared.
The first thing I did when I got there was to take a bath and wash off all traces of the black liquid. The sponge ran smoothly across my tan skin--clean of imperfection save a very unusual birthmark on my back shaped like a sun with rays shooting from it. The warm water was refreshing; for a moment, I forgot I was not back at home. I dried off and dressed before going down to meet again with Jared.
When I arrived at Jared's chambers, he took me outside to the commons. I breathed in deeply, savoring the fresh air as my jet black hair shimmered in the sunlight. I was a bit pretty. For fifteen I had a fairly developed figure. My face was blemish free and my almond-shaped gray eyes accented it well. Those eyes--those stone-gray eyes that were so rare back at home were ever present here. It seemed that everyone had them.
That was also the day that Jared told me of my past, and of my future as well. He said that my parents had been immortals as well, and that I had been born here in Trilok, capital of the immortal realm. He told me that a prophesy had been written long ago about a child who would bear a strange mark and would grow up to gain immense powers--the child would be stronger and more powerful than any other immortal who ever existed and able to save or destroy the world at her choosing. He then told me that that prophesy had been about me. My parents had known that, but so had my aunt, Kali. She had come after my parents with plans to kill them and take me with her, but my parents had managed to smuggle me into the mortal realm before losing their lives to protect mine. My throat went dry when I heard this and I clutched my neclace ever tighter. Now I knew what had happened to my parents.
From then on, all I have done is train. My powers, I have been told, are based on my emotions and desires. When I am angry, wild bolts of lightning can fly from a clear sky or things seem to spontaneously combust. I have been trying to work on controlling my powers, but it is hard.
As I write this, I turn to glare at Jared. Chances are, he is nosing his arrogant telepathic mind into my thoughts again to hear what I am writing. He is such a stuck up, stubborn, know-it-all! Yet...somewhere deep inside, I think I might be--well--attracted to him. I shake my head in self-disgust and turn to glance at Jared again. Sure enough, he's looking right back at me with a smirk on his face. Oh! I cannot stand him! How could I possibly...I...OH! I hate myself as well for liking him!
I must go for now, Jared is motioning to me that it is time to train some more. I swear, he acts as though a battle is comming...

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Horray for the sixth! blaugh

*wonders when the winner will be announced*