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Setting:
A world inside another world. Missplaced, and often from the outer world, a community of people live on their own. Trapped inside a snowglobe styled construct, they know little of the outside world. The change inside the snowglobe seems to bring people actual power. Something is different about those who enter as opposed to those native. Infact, something magical. Several people are trapped with only one way out. Who or what has been trapped alongside? Fantasy in fantasy.
The only established town in the entire 'world' is Gruess. The small farming town hides a secret, possibly the one on how to escape. People here have either adapted to their life here, or were born here, leaving no one to believe in another world. Sometimes, just for moments, people visit this unknown in dreams, touching what they miss from a past life. And something stirs.

I'd almost hate to tarnish this RP with characters. Why not write it as a short story or a novella?

((Name: Tyan Artson
Username: Bigmageusa
Appearance: Tall and seemingly always dressed in shades of grey and black. Keeps a small supply of daggers, a few which potrude out visibly. His eyes are a calm blue and his hair is a contasting black, like his clothing. He dresses comfortably.
Personality: He likes plans. That one statement sums up much abouth this contriving assasin. He likes order, but likes when it works in his favor. Enjoys pulling the strings in life. He tends to be lenient and has morals, but only just. He remains neutral on many subjects, as has been required of him in his profession.
Important skills and personality: He was a typical assasin. He leaned the common skills of hiding, diplomatic affars, killing, poisoning, smiling, and creating long plots that always have a fatal flaw come to fruitation.
Other: His past is not very mysterious. He lived an average life and eventually just fell into the habit of being a hired killer after a run in with the local angry mob. He has been arrested twice and has only been caught once in the act, and infact is why he is trapped now.))

The black figure smiles as he sees the small sun, meeting a bit past the height of noon. The soft grass around him seems a stark contrast to the biting blades he escaped. It may have been a year he could have been asleep. The wounds on his side had healed and the rations he kept were absent. The woods seemed a nice enough place, but he was no woodsman. He did have the eerie feeling that he had honed well. He felt the eyes.
"Hello?"