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Words are invaluable to all of human society. They are the root of our societies and make up what we are today. Well, what if that was actually literal? What if we were actually based off of a word, and that word gave us personality and direction. What if our name wasn't just a name, but a purpose, with true meaning and dictation over our lives.

Open a dictionary to a random page, close your eyes, and pick a word. It can be any word (as long as it's appropriate). That, or some derivation of that, will be your character's first name and the basis of its character. Do the same with the last name. If you can find no connection between the last name and the first or wish to add more complexity to your character, feel free to do a middle name as well.

This roleplay has no plot to begin with because the plot will spring from the ingenuity of its members and the expansiveness of the dictionary. Your character's personality and actions must be based off of their words to a degree. Your character can develop and change, but must stay true to their words.

Please follow all of the rules in the Roleplay Rules Sticky, but I'll provide basic guidelines here:
1. No god-modding, killing off characters without permission, etc.
2. Keep it PG-13; you know the rule. wink
3. Make sure you PM me your character profile; don't post it here.
4. You may have up to two characters. Anymore starts to get confusing and difficult to handle. Please make each character a different color; either choose a color in your PM or I will choose it for you upon your entry.
5. Try to post fairly often. If you tend to be a more major character in the roleplay, don't slack off for three months without notice or the story won't get anywhere.

Characters:

Username: penandpaper67
First word: Protest (vb) - to assert positively : make solemn declaration of
Second word: Legion (n) - a unit of the Roman army comprising 3000 to 6000 soldiers
Third word: Waterfall (n) - a very steep descent of the water of a stream
Name: Prestin L. Waterfall
Background: Prestin is a young man of about twenty. Sole heir to the family fortune, he is well off and has very few cares. He is however seen as a complete failure by his parents, although his is so naive that he is not fully aware of this. He is an honest man, with a loose mouth and a rash tongue; he is far too quick to speak. He seems to have come to nothing; he is a lazy layabout who is flunking out of a fancy college in England. But one day, he could be destined for something great.
Appearance: Prestin is tall and lean. He has mouse brown hair, which he wears long. He often wears black suits because he thinks they make him look cool and important. He looks suave, but he's not too smooth in most instances.

Username: penandpaper67
First word: Misconceive (vb) - to interpret incorrectly
Second word: Swap (vb) - trade, exchange
Third word: Duly (adv) - in a due manner or time
Name: Misty Swapen Duly
Background: Misty was lost in the woods as a young child, when she was mysteriously turned into an owl. She does not remember the experiences surrounding this incident, only that one minute she was human and the next she was an owl. She spends her time looking for the person who changed her into what she now is. She still has the mind of a human, and can still talk if she so wishes. However, after a couple of nasty instances early on in her owl-life, she stopped talking to humans.
Appearance: Owl-Misty is brown with grey spots and giant black eyes. She's relatively small. Her human form is unknown, since it's been years since she's been in it.

Username: Creole Lady Rose
First word: Naive- ignorant but innocent.
Second word: Apple- the fruit of the apple tree.
Third word: Choice- an option.
Name: Naeve A. Choice
Background: Naeve is an 80 year old woman, who, in god and goddess's believe was considered the crone, an ageless daughter of Hera. She is immortal, but has no other powers. Naeve was sought after by Hera when Hera learned about Naeve's foolish choice. Naeve tricked her true love into eating an apple in the garden of Hades, which banned him eternally, but freed her from his clutches. Hera punished her by making her stuck at an old age forever. She is one of the crones of Hera, goddess of earth and life, but chooses against all that she believes and thinks she is right to push away the goddess herself. This means she is unusually blessed by the goddess, who would normally shun one such as Naeve. But for some reason, she like's Naeve's spunk. Naeve is searching out Hera, to regain her youth.
Appearance: A haggard old crone, wearing a gray-black dress. She was once beautiful, and you can see it in her face. Her hair is not white, it is a dark black. Her face is heavy and downcast, usually looking towards Tartarus. She wears simple black sandels, and walks with a heavy stick made of oak and birch entwined for good luck.

Username: Mimika Rose
First word:bravura-a florid brilliant style
Second word:kale-a hardy cabbage with curled often finely incised leaves that do not form a dense head.
Third word:supernal-being or coming from on high(over)
Name:Bran Kale Supernal
Background:Bran lives in a little apartment on the outskirts of a huge city. She used to live in a house far away in the country but left when she turned 14. Eversince she has been in and out of welfare programs and seen countless social workers. She does not talk about her parents. Bran is quiet and shy. She works part-time at a clothing store downtown. When she's not working, she spends time laying around her apartment or baking. Bran is not good at anything in particular. Most people, when asked what they thought of her, would have to ask who she was again. However even though she is always just a face in the crowd, Bran appears to be content with her situation. An old friend of hers' once said she used to doodle.
Appearance: Bran is small and frail looking. She has big brown eyes but her hair looks almost white. She has bangs that hang down in odd shags around her face.

Username: Deep_Olive_eyes
First word: Fig: (noun) a small, sweet, pear shaped fruit that grows on a tree related to the mulberry.
Second word: embody: (v) to give bodily form to
Third word: misery: (n) a condition of great suffering

Name: Fig Ember Misery
Background: Figaroa was born in Rome to a young woman who abandoned her when she was Four years old. She was taken to her new foster parents in india who died 6 months later of influenza. At age 17, she backpacked across europe, hoping to find adequate schooling to become a doctor. Along the way she found that she had an extraordinary gift of healing that she was determined to share with the rest of the world.
Appearance: She is tall and full figured and has a long scratch running down her right cheekbone. Very pale with dark hair cropped short in a pixie cut, and dark greet eyes.

Username: Sali-Ali
First word: Resistance (the act or power of opposition)
Third word: Forebode (to foretell or predict)
Name: Ressisance Forebode (nickname: Ress)
Background: Ress' mother stayed alive only long enough to give birth to and name her before dying. She was raised by foster parents but ran away from home at 13, three years ago, and has been living off what she can find since.
Appearance: She has long, curly black hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She is short but muscular.

Username: LadyReaderofBook
First word: nothing:no thing, not anything
Second word: trimetrogon: a system of aerial photography in which three wide-angle cameras are used side by side to take photo graphs of the earth from horizon to horizon.
Third word: Form:the shape, outline, or configuration of anything
Name: Notinga T. Form
Background: Girl of 13, usually called note. Loves books and writing. Her parents exist, but It doesn't really matter, she is treated as if invisible. She is, however, very intelligent, and is able to see things from any viewpoint, yet is very rigid in her beliefs, although she doesn't say so.
Appearance: Appearance

Prestin L. Waterfall was lounging on his couch, legs dangling over the edge nonchalantly. He held a sleek remote in his hand, quickly changing channels, finding nothing of interest. Even with 10,000 channels, Prestin never found anything that suited his interest, whatever that was. He looked around his bachelor's pad, searching for something to do. His shelves were lined with CDs and a large stereo system took up the majority of the northern wall. The enormous flat-screen TV took up the eastern wall, while the western wall was a large window. Prestin liked watching the sunset out of his window, but it was morning now. He was cutting class again, with a horrible hangover and a lack of enthusiasm as an excuse. Just as he was about to go out for a walk to clear his head, a quick knock came at the door.

Misty fluttered about the woods in search for something...she was always searching for something, but she never knew what. It was always the same thing, that was for sure. But she still didn't know exactly what it was. But there! A mouse! She flapped down to catch it in her vicious beak and rip its little body apart. She especially enjoyed the ears and tail, for to her they were the tastiest treats in the world. "Ah well," she thought, "I guess I'll go on searching again."

Naeve, her back hunched, stumbled through row upon row of apple trees, eyes watching them greedily. The apples generally started to become pine and coniferous trees, confusing Naeve. Her common sense tugged her through the forest, building more and more of her confusion. Naeve was not lost, but she simply did not know where she wanted to go. She stumbled upon a girl watching an owl.

The girls black tresses dangled about her shoulders, and she looked as if she had not eaten in many days, maybe a week or two. She was painfully thin, and the haggard, tiresome appearance that the girl had was unusual for a child her age. The old crone stepped out from behind the tree she had watched the girl from behind, reaching out a hand to the child.

"My Dear, what brings you to this darkness?" She said, sproinging one of the black curls between her two fingers, stretching out her wrinkled, thin arms to stroke the girls face with the back of a withered, calloused hand.

Naeve gave a harsh laugh. "I am Naeve, daughter of Hera." she beckoned to the girl, smiling gently. "I know where we may feast, let us go there." She took the girls hand, and pulled it, tugging the girl with a surprisingly strong arm towards the city lights. She lightly tossed handful of bones at the owl, pulling them from her pocketed cloak. "Here, bird, don't follow us."

Prestin opened the door, expecting to see some salesperson or somone collecting cans for a drive. But there was no one there. He had been hearing weird things lately, but he was so sure that he had heard someone knock. Not just knock, but he had heard shuffling and breathing outside of the door. "Maybe they realized they had the wrong address... or they ran away." Either way, he ignored the incident and went downstairs to go on the walk he had intended to take in the first place. He headed down the street to the park, the only place where he could clear his head.

Misty stared down at the bones Naeve had thrown her. She cocked her head to one side. There was nothing she could do with the bones; no meat was left sticking to their dry surfaces. Misty fluttered behind the two women; she didn't take heed of the crone's warning and followed them for a ways, wondering where they were going and if she'd find what she was searching for there.

Naeve let out a harsh, barking cough. "My dear, you are hungry, are you not? We're going to the city, for food, child." She tugged harder on the girls arm. She could hear the fluttering of the owl behind her, quiet but barely sound. She turned to the owl, searching for it in the dark recesses of the trees. "I warned you, owl. If Hera sent you, then tell her there's no point in following me. Where I am going, not even the goddess of free earth and the world would want to go." She shook her fist at the trees around her.