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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 6:08 pm
The story: There is a war in Terravasia. It was started by a force not even the great goddesses could stop. They, not being able to come down from their heavenly prison, sent down children to the Earth to help save the land of Terravasia. There were six of them; three boys and three girls. They are all of different ages, and have different powers. They are given the task to save the world. Only, there's a catch: they cannot afford to fall in love. One of the children is one of the goddesses' (the goddess of Earth) child. She was born only to be torn away from her mother. ~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~ Rules:1. Keep it PG-13. Little swearing if possible. 2. We'll need at least 6 people (including myself) to play. If you wish to, you can control another person's character, as long as it's still IN character and the other player doesn't mind. 3. Stick to the normal Gaian rules. 4. Have fun, if possible. 5. Stick to the storyline. There is suppose to be romance between characters, so... yeah. 6. Anyone can join at any part in the story. I don't really care. Just as long as the character is... somewhat crucial. Try to stay with the story. Quote: Character Sheet: Name: Age: (they can all be different) Element: (Earth, fire, air, water, psychic, dark, light) Powers: (Not everybody has to have them. Only the Elementals really do need them) Personality: (This can be whatever you want to make it out to be) Physical Description: (Or a picture. Either or works) History: (Describe where your character is coming from. Is it the slums? A city? The woods? Whatever is fine with me) ~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~ Physical Descirption:  Name: Anette Age: 14 Element: Earth Powers: Can make plants and rocks move to her own will. Has small healing powers. Her skills could be better if she had more self-confidence Personality: Anette has low self-confidence, and doesn't believe in herself enough. She always finds something wrong in whatever she's doing, and stops trying. She's very bashful, and will try to help the people she cares about, but... she tries to make it so she doesn't have to be the one they have to rely on. History: She lived in the slums for her whole life, and worked in a factory since she was four. She's an orphan, and she never knew her parents. She's the daughter of the goddess of earth, yet has no idea about her heritage, or even about the fact that she's an Elemental child. She eventually runs away from the slums and ends up in the city Giselian. ~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~~`*`~ EDITED BY First2Go-Last2Know ON MAY 24 2009
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:18 pm
Name: Frost Phire
Age: 16
Element: Water
Powers: He can manipulate any type of water by either melting it, freezing it, levetating it, vaporizing it, dehydrating it and heating it. (more may come as he developes)
Personality: He is the quiet type, always seems angry at the world. He does however listen when you talk, and takes everything into account. He is very good at tracking details, but is very shy. He only talks when it seems important, but is very proper. He will call you by your last name only, unless told other wise. Frost likes his music, and always has his head phones on. Usually the sound is up so high you can hear him coming.
Physical Description: (side picture, sorry if i streatched the page.)
History: Frost is from the cities, he works as a delivery boy migrating from city to city. He used to have a women to call mother, not biological of course, just a women who helped him to grow up. Unfortunatly, she was killed when a heart attack hit her in the middle of the night. Frost found her the next day half fallen off her bed and reaching for the door. He was 10 then, and has gone 6 years without attaching himself to anyone even slightly. Though you cant say he loved the women, only that he had gotten used to her pressence, and was dipressed when she had gone. After that, he began to move around. Never able to stay in one spot for more than a month, the reason being unknown. Just that he is like water and must keep moving.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:40 pm
"Frost Phire."
"What?" The fat man said, snorting. "Thats your name?"
"Yes," he said, "But please just call me Frost, Mr. Janju." The boy looked up at the man, which forced Janju to look into a set of pale blue eyes. He only held this gaze for a second before shrugging off to the side to retrieve a small wooden box.
"Well alright, Frost, but you look a little young to be doing this type of work." Janju placed the box into Frost's small hands, his leather covered fingers fumbled before finally able to grasp the smooth edges.
"Please sir, dont worry. Ill deliver this without any problems what-so-ever."
"Okay, but make sure you knock only six times. And pause at the third knock, okay?" Janju nodded his thick face, "If you dont its your funeral, im warning you. Only six knocks."
"Yes, i know. " Frost tried to smile but he felt his face tighten, and could tell it looked forced. "Ill be going now." He mumbled, as he dropped his chin. With his ocean blue hair covering his face, Frost didnt bother to wait for an answer. He slipped on his head phones and went out the door.
[Anybody can control Mr. Janju, just remember hes a very fat man. :'D ]
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 4:22 pm
Anette found herself working in the worst part of the factory. She coughed, and looked up to see a man in front of her. Not again, she thought. "I'm trying to work, so can you--"
"Missy, you haven't got time to work in a place like this. You've got to get out there and get some customers!" He grabbed her wrists.
"No!" she yelled, trying to break free. No use. He pulled her closer.
"What do you think yer doing? I told you to get out of here!" His breath stank like alchohol, and he had dirt all over him.
"Please, I'm doing fine here!" She tried to break away again. The only thing she could do was...
Kick him. He fell down, and she ran across the room towards the door. It was locked. There wasn't any hope, at least not now. He would be really angry when he got up. She hated this. She turned around to see him starting to get up, and she let out a small scream. Nothing was going to save her now... She had just gotten away those few times before....
"Hey! There's a girl in there! She's screaming!" She heard voices from outside the door.
"Only authorized persona are allowed past this point! Get away from that door!" The boss' voice rang through the air.
"Unlock the door, or I WILL!" Smog started to fill Anette's lungs, and she began coughing again. "There's more than one person in there, and they're going to die!"
"Well, let them!"
"No way!" She fell to the floor as the door unlocked. *I'm going to die,* she thought desperately. Flames started to lick at her dress.
"Hold on!" She could feel arms picking her up, but she was unconscious by the time she would've gotten a chance to see her rescuer's face.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:22 pm
Frost tredded threw the damp city streets, the air was thick and it almost made him cough. He tucked the box under his right shoulder and pressed it tighly to his side. He passed by lots of people, and many of them turned when they heard his blazing music. But Frost payed to mind to them, he continued walking in a steady pace. Accasionally* he would pull a crumbled peice of paper out from his jacket pocket, study it for a moment, then roughly shove it back into its place.
The map Janja had given him wasnt the best, Frost would make a wrong turns and have to back track before he would find his way again. But finally he made it to an iron clad door, which was embroded* in silver dragons. Frost was quite taken by these beautiful monsters, and he tilted his head slightly to get a better look at.
"Thats queer," Frost thought aloud as his eyes stopped on one of the dragons, it seemed to shimmer as though alive. And each of its scales moved about, almost like.... "Water," he said bringing a hand to the dragon, his leather finger rubbed the slick surface.
[ '*' means i dunno if i spelt it right... ]
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:37 pm
When Anette awoke, she was laying flat on her back in the middle of the street. Other people were crying. The building she worked at was up in flames. Dead bodies littered the streets. She might have been crying, too, if she had something that she had been trying to live for. Only, she was an orphan. All this meant was that she'd need to find another job. She shivered. The only jobs avalible were...
She pushed the thought from her mind. She looked around, trying to see if her rescuer had gotten out alright. A man with dark hair and bright red eyes leaned onto the ground next to her, burns on his hands. Her eyes widened. Was he the one....?
"Are you... alright?" he coughed out, staring up at her.
"What about you?" She put her hand on his back, and then pulled back. He felt like he was on fire.
"I'll be fine. Grandmama's waiting for me, and she'll help me out," he grinned, and then got up. He rushed up and ran back into the building. That's when Anette started crying.
He was going to die.
She could feel the thick concrete moving with her fingers as she watched him run off. She didn't want the only person to care to die so soon.
"DON'T GO BACK IN THERE!" she yelled. But he didn't hear, and he kept going.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 9:00 pm
"Please! Don't go in!" her voice was drowned out by the screams of the other people. Suddenly, with tears in her eyes, she looked up to see an elderly lady hovering over her, a look of concern in the creases of her face.
"Girl, do you have anywhere to go?" the woman asked, staring at Anette.
"No, I'm an orphan," she answered. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't be sorry, dear! I just noticed that my grandson had brought you out here. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, but... what about him? He rushed right back in there! He could be-"
"Don't worry about him. He's one of the few people that can play with fire and not get burned," with this the old woman looked back at the building. "Are you... do you feel connected with the earth, by any chance?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 4:45 am
 Name: Sophia
Age: 15
Element: Dark
Powers: Telekinetic, telepathic, can produce hallucinations and can divert energy.
Personality: Confident, outspoken, secretly worries that she is a freak, and that she'll die alone.
History: She lives just outside the city in a small house with two young boys, she believes are her brothers. Her mother died giving birth to her youngest brother, and she ran away from her dad because he was violent. She looks after the house when she isn't working in the florist, where the owner has a soft spot for her. She never went to school, but enjoys looking after her brothers.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 4:51 am
"Hey Maria, there's smoke over by the old factory." The middle aged woman looked up at where Sohpia was pointing. Sure enough a cloud of smoke was slowly rising into the sky. "Hmm. Probably one of the machines blew up. They'll fix it." Slowly, Sophia turned back to her work. She loved working here, it was so much more calming that when she was back home.
She started to arrange the lillies, when a scream of help pierced through her head, and mixed images flashed through her mind. Fire . . . a man . . . shouts . . . bodies . . . "Maria, I don't just think one of the machines blew up."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 9:38 pm
Sharla Vargas Race: Human Age: 23 Gender: female Power: can manipulate fire and electricity by either stealing it from her surroundings or generating them from her own body and is impervious to injuries form both Personality: extroverted, quick to temper, knowledgeable, quick witted, curt, loyal, depressed but hides it with her sarcasm, sardonic attitude and fake smiles Bio: She was born to a prostitute with out the slightest idea as to who her father was, how could she. When her mother saw her powers when she was a very young girl her mother threw her out into the streets. That is where she has lived ever since a aimless wander with no cause or future and no past she fells she is nothing. Her years on the streets taught her resourcefulness and to fight fiercely she is a master of hand to hand since it took her awhile to master her powers in any real way! She has never been loved or felt love for anyone and so she is hollow but does what right out of a logical desire for honor. Role playSharla was in an alley when she heard screams coming form the building and smelled smoke considering who she was it was a scent she was used to. Sharla ran over to a girl who was laying on the ground with smoke stained eyes and a flame torn dress and even though she saw an old lady speaking to her she rushed to the girls side bent down on one knee and grabbed the girls shoulders forcing her to look into her eyes miss quickly tell he how to get in and I will help save those who are inside, please try to answer me....and do not worry about the flames trust me on this will be fine...now tell me how to get in and where the people are if you can!
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 2:17 pm
 Name:Sarah Von Vincent
Race:Witch
Age: 213 (looks 16)
Gender:Female
Element: All but light. (she's very gifted)
Power:Telekinesis, Shape Shift, Speed, Ability to fly (without or with an object),
Teleport, has the ability to change temperature and can control the elements.
Personality:Sarah usually keeps to herself.
She's shy and timid and not much of a people person.
Doesn't show her emotions or how she feels at certain times.
Has trust and abandonment issues.
Bio:Sarah doesn't blend in with the crowd because of her clothing choice.
She owns a lot of pairs of the same clothing she wears.
There never will come a day she isnt wearing her cloak and under clothing. She hates standing out even though she already does. No one knows about her abilities.
Sarah's family died long ago. She is the only witch from her family that is still alive.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 2:56 pm
Sarah watched everything happen.
She wanted to help, but didn't know how.
Sarah looked at the elderly woman and the young girl conversing
and started to wonder what they were talking about.
Sarah stepped out of the shadows and walked to the front of the burning building.
*What should i do.? I could take this fire out, or help all the people inside..but that would give me away..* Sarah sighed not knowing what to do.
Instead she looked up at the flames and watched the place burn down.
A few minutes had paced and some random guy was taking out survivors.
Sarah thought to herself, * how is he not getting burned..is he like me..?*
With thought buzzing around in her mind, Sarah took her cloak off and ran into the burning building.
Within a few minutes she had saved some survivors. Sarah kept going in and out of the building, saving as many people as she could, hoping no one saw her.
*I hope that guy is doing ok..*
Sarah sat in front of the building with her cloak back on, giving bottles of water and wet blankets to the survivors.
She saw the random guy come out of the building, and for some odd reason, she felt relief and was happy he was safe.
Sarah stood up and confronted him, "I saw you...you saved a lot of people. Not only that i saw your in there while i tried to help you get survivors..How are you still alive..?"
The guy stopped and looked at me, "The question is, how did you go in there and not catch on fire?"
Sarah took the hood of her cloak off and looked at him with a worried expression," It's hard to explain.."
She looked at all the survivors coughing and gave them bottles of water and wet blankets.
The guy followed her and spoke,"No it isn't.. I know we barely know each other but..you can trust me.."
Sarah froze in place and barely moved her lips when she spoke "No i can't..." She tossed her hood back and started to walk away.
Before she walked into a building she teleported on top of it and sat on the edge, knowing there was no one else in the building.
She looked at the guy and he seemed puzzled at how she got up there so quickly.
He was looking for her, when he got her he had a confused expression on his face. Sarah did nothing but look up at the moon and ignore the situation with the burning place.
[let me know if i couldn't use the other character i used! I'm new here]
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