[rustyroxy]

username;; rustyroxy
name;; tba
gender;; male
extra;; 300 words
2000 words and unlim. art after this!!

Res

[spirittai1]

user; spirittai1
name; bailey (in charge)
gender; female
extra; 300 words or 1 art piece

2000 words / unlimited art
wip !!!

[Graceymc96]

MARK!
Also putting down ideas!
Reptile sanctuary
beach
sweetheart
aspergers?? possibility

[mikey]

mark

[eltonn]

mark with the name Andrew and he lives in a ghost town
-shut eye stealing sheep
-literally talks to ghosts though

[Dreamie]

username;; dreamie
name;; x
gender;; xx
extra;; (300 words or 1 art piece)

+ 2000 words & unlimited art !!

// real pretty kid !! :0

[Muggywort]

HECK
I am prepared to enter this yes please

Ideas:
-Half brother to my Quince
-They live together with their adopted family
-Nicknamed Green Apple
-Part of "The Fruit Squad"
-Super sweet and sensative
-Cares a ton but won't admit it
-His resting face makes him look angry or depressed
-Has similar interests as Quince (Videogames, food, sleep, etc)

[QueenAxolotl]

username;;NurseGlowButt
name;; Otis
gender;; male
extra;; (300 words or 1 art piece)
2000 words and unlim. art after this!!
-shy and sweet
-quiet
- protective over his plants
-very sickly
-loves girly things

[BlackWren]

username;; bad ideas dave
name;; Elias Grim
gender;; Male
extra;;

❝Prelude❞
I don't know who I am.
It's as if I'm grasping at straws, and it's a fruitless labor.
Perhaps... Perhaps I shouldn't even try to remember. There must be a reason I can't.
... Right?
I may be wrong, but there's a feeling I get when I try to recall the uneasy memories I've forgotten.
I use to know. I can feel it, and It's awful. I'm sure if I knew, it would be painful. Unbearably so.
I don't know who I am, but I do know this;
I am now Elias.
And this is not my first life.

Eris Elias || Soldier of Verin || xx0 years in the past
I will not be remembered. It doesn't bother me; I've known my insignificant life would be just another body in the ground one day. Still, my heart tells me to write, so I shall. To which I hope you read carefully.
Our Exalted has been slain. His sins were great, but our city mourns even after his corruption took the lives of many. The angel who struck him down was hailed as a hero, but we all know the fate awaiting the son of Sea and Sky...
I pity their betrothed. They will be a lonely phoenix after their angel is gone.
Today I fear will be the end of this city. I write in fear of my life, for our mountain had began to awaken.
The lazy sheep of this city believe nothing of it, but the mountain is angry. For what reason, I can only imagine it's the death of it's rightful ruler. Our newly appointed Exalted isn't of royal blood, and as the legend goes, the might of the mountain only sleeps when the dragon's rule.
If I do not wake in the morn' I hope this note is recovered. If I do, then I have worried for not.
Live long and prosper,
- Eris Elias, citizen of Verin

This note is never recovered. The sleeping mountain of Verin woke in a terrible rage on the dawn of the second day of King Akielos's death. All who lived at its base were descended upon with a wave of red hot lava and smothering ash.
Not a single citizen made it out alive.

Elias Bennett || Orphaned Child || 5 years in the past

A small child silently cries in the wreck of his parent's carriage. Bits of the wood have caught fire, but the rain that soaks his thread-bare clothes makes short work of what had been a major crime.
Bandits had attacked and raided their caravan, leaving him to perish while they made off with his family's only heirlooms.
He was utterly alone, and in the dark of the night that fact terrified small Elias more than anything he'd ever known in this life.
The sound of hooves and the shouts of men jostled Elias from his stupor. A dim lantern could be seen just cresting over the road, soon joined by two more lanterns in different colors. In a panicked rush Elias attempted and failed to stand, glancing to and fro for an escape that could not be found. The trees were too dangerous, and the only other option would be to thrown himself into the river.
He wasn't nearly stupid enough to choose certain death, so he stayed petrified as three horses and three shadowed figures stopped in front of him.
"We're too late!" One snarled, spooking his horse.
"Quickly, check and see if Mr. and Mrs. Bennett are still alive."
Each in turn swung off their horses, and Elias paled and waited for him to be silenced too.
Except that never came.
"Boy," A blonde haired man spoke in a hushed tone, his cloak covering most of his face "Are you hurt?"
Elias couldn't reply. He couldn't move. Couldn't make sense of any of it.
"Damn them!" one of the other three men barked, a howl of grief tearing from him. The taller one - with blue hair, Elias noted -
approached the man talking to him with a grim look and strain in his voice. "They're... They didn't survive, Remus. "
The blonde - Remus - hissed and closed his eyes tightly, and Elias hiccuped a sob as the reminder of his parents demise washed over him.
"Son," The blue haired man started, kneeling beside Remus and placing a hand on his soaked shoulder. Remus leaned into him, grief in his eyes. "You're Elias, yes?"
Elias still couldn't answer, but he nodded all the same.
"Good." He nodded and leaned back on his heels, glancing up as the other man with short hair approached with a cloak, of which he held out to the blue haired man "We're friends of your family, and we'll keep you safe if you can put some faith in us." the blue haired man unfolded the cloak and threw the large garment over Elias's shoulders, giving him much needed relief from the icy rain.
"Let's get you home." Remus said softly, tentatively taking hold of Elias's arms through the cloak. "We'll introduce ourselves then, and figure out what you want to do after." He smiled with strain, but Elias found himself moved and comforted by the gesture "Okay?"
Elias swallowed.
"Okay."

Elias Grim || Merchant || Present Day

Elias smiled into the sun, shielding his eyes with a cupped palm. Mid-afternoon sun was always the strongest here in these kingdoms, but he didn't let that get to him. Heat was something he could deal with. Cold however...
"El-i-as-u!"
He tore his gaze away from admiring the blue skies to humor his family. Victor had caught his attention by isolating the syllables of his name, of which both irritated and amused him. Easily, he leaned against the cart's side and lifted a brow in question.
"Can I help you?"
"I've been trying to get your attention for a whole minute, boy." Victor chastised as he heaved a dark bag into the cart with a huff.
"There's five more of these waiting down by the docs. Fetch them with Remus and Rum while I start to sort what spices we got from the eastern trade."
Elias groaned.
"East again? They don't sell nearly as well as the northern stock."
Victor rolled his eyes.
"Yes well, when they're five times as cheep and sell for about the same price they're worth every pound." He made a shooing motion with his hands, all but pushing Elias away from the cart he'd been resting at. "Go on! We don't have all day - this needs to be done before we can eat and I'm starving."
Elias agreed, sighing. "Me too."
With that and a backwards wave, he made his way downtown and into the busy streets of the center.
His sheer white shirt at short black leggings stood out among the sea of brilliantly colored people, but that wasn't all too strange in a port city like this one. He hadn't bothered to learn it's name - it was small and smelt strongly of jasmine. Elias figured the shop owners burned it themselves to keep the smell of fish and the sea from diving their customers away.
Once free of the herds of bodies he broke into a trot, taking in the scream of gulls and creaking rock of ships. They were such a beautiful sound, and far more pleasant to him than the sharp cracks and groans of their travel cart.
Two familar heads caught his view and Elias sped up, waving to the men as he approached.
"Ah look who it is-" Rum shouted, grinning past Remus's shoulder "Ellie-boyo!"
Remus turned and smirked, lifting a bag of spice into his arms as if it didn't weigh nearly as much as it did.
"Glad you could join us Elias," Remus called, nodding to the bags they'd tossed onto the ship docks "We thought maybe you'd run off on us again."
Elias laughed when he reached them, kneeling to lift one of the larger bags to take with.
"Nah, not this time. I had a good reason to at the time though!"
"Yeah yeah, tell that to Victor - he was so worried you left for good that he nearly fell ill." Rum scowled "Took us days to get him right."
Elias felt a pang of guilt on that one. Still, he couldn't help that he'd gotten another temporary job as a wood cutter!
"Alright," He sighed "I get it. Be punctual. Whatever. Let's just get this over with so we can go home."
"That's 'm boy~" Rum cooed, using his free hand to ruffle Elias's hair affectionately, the younger squawking indignantly.
Remus laughed at the two and grabbed one more bag, huffing at the weight of them together.
"Enough fooling around you two," he scolded "It's time to head back. Victor wanted us out of the city by nightfall, and you know how he gets when things start falling behind schedule."
"Right." Elias and Rum groaned in unison.

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