Sing me a Song [Semi-Lit Human Roleplay]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Alright- accepted ^^]
[Everyone, note that we'll be starting soon, perhaps today.]

[Red weasel]

((I'll try to post some if we star today but I'm moving some family into a house an writeing a paper))

[Avareth]

[when we start I'll try my best to keep up, but I'm grounded and all I'm allowed is my iPod, but hopefully I'll keep up all the same ]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Okay ^^]

Oh, for the love of a lad, a lad I once knew... Indigo Velvet opened her eyes, mind suddenly overwhelmed by the Music of another loud day. It was still early, but seeing as this was a farm town, most people woke with the Rooster's first ode to the sun. And we'll all go together, to the wild mountain thyme... The girl heard her mother's song before she heard the woman's voice, but it was all the same. Awake my lamb and rise, open up your heavy eyes, feed the chickens and the dogs, milk the cows and slop the hogs. She heard an angry rumble that must have been Aaron's Music, but she tuned it out and went to wake her brother Jeremy. His dream-music was quiet and happy, so she thought of comforting happy things to wake him with a pleasant song. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey... She loved her brother more than anything in the world, even if he was annoying sometimes.

[Red weasel]

Allison ha found her way in between two rocks. She had gotten out of the house early to go hide. She traced her hand over the rocks. It was strangely smooth. ;Like water, maybe water, yes water, like water once presented it's self hear. Her thoughts sounded weak, as if she was afraid some one would hop out of know were and judge her. She sighed, and was sundenly overcome with the feeling of loneliness.

Nick burst into a busy area. I was filled with people though. "if these people ever stop worrying" he mutter as a woman passed by him. Milk , eggs, butter, apples, oranges meat and so on went her thoughts. He made his way around the area, muttering the hole time. Not one of the people here were interesting. They were all to worried about unimportant things to him. He wade his way out of the crowed are, or more escaped.

[Avareth]

Anala sat up in bed, breathing hard.Run, Anala, run, they'll find you if you don't, they seek your dreamings done. The nightmares haunted her on nights like last night. She'd snuck out to the river pools beyond her home. The frogs sweet thoughts lulled her into a peace she could never explain. But there was this constant pull for her. Pulling her deeper into the forest, over river bends, beneath cobble-stone bridges. Every time she gave the pull a chance, let it pull her to its source, she'd wind up at the coast. She wasn't too near the coast, not at all. It took about 5 hours the first time, to let this force sweep her through the forest, just to keep pulling her towards the water. And that was when she'd decided to ignore it. Because what on earth could the vast ocean have to do with her? Her nightmares were awful. Not only because they were so vivid, life-like...but her sub conscious knew her so well, and it seemed out to get her. It used her greatest fears in her dreams. She had done her best to soundproof her room, so her mother wouldn't wake to Anala's fearful thoughts.. Her 2 year old sister Eliza was harder to contain, though. She pried open Anala's door in the night with iron hands. After stretching and wiping a sheen of sweat from her face, she quietly slipped out of her room. Her mother's sweet sleeping songs filled the hall. Warm as a sun, between two woolen sheets, my nose begins to run, I hear the goat that bleats... Anala heard it, too. She sighed. Their neighbor's goat never shut up. And it's thoughts were all about food. Here comes the bald goat, the one with no such fur, has she any hay bales, any oats with her? Anala dumped a handful of hay into its trough. Eat eat, what a treat, the bald one brought me food to eat! As Anala went back inside, she remembered that she hadn't heard Eliza this morning. She found her at the table with a bowl of oatmeal. Here sister comes, has she any sugar? Cereals need sugar, and sister needs a hairbrush. Eliza's small inquisitive grin made her smile. She spooned sugar onto her oatmeal, and strolled outside, listening to the rain against the water, and the thoughts of the fish and frogs.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Jeremy yawned, then opened his bright blue eyes and smiled. He didn't talk much, but he didn't need to, because his music said everything. Older sister, sister dear, open up your eyes and hear. Are we off to the woods today? An adventure, or perhaps to play? Indigo pulled back the covers and said to him, "Not before we feed the animals. I'll slop the hogs since you're scared of them-" Jeremy climbed out of bed and stood up, hands on his hips. "I'm not!" He was a head shorter than her, being eleven to her eighteen. "-it doesn't matter. You can feed the chickens and the dogs. I'll milk the cows. Once your chores are all done, then we can go adventuring."

[Avareth]

It was about this time of year that the males frogs sung their mating songs. She loved listening to them. Love, where you are, is much too far. Find me now, find me soon, and sing me a song under the moon. She smiled to herself, and picked up her dress skirts around her, deciding to take a stroll through the forest. If it were up to her, she wouldn't wear such long and frilly gowns. Her mother liked Anala and Holly, her two oldest daughters, to dress in up-most formality in the hopes of both of them finding husbands when the time was right. Holly was only 12, of course, but she would be of age for marriage in their town soon enough. Holly was thrilled to dress like a lady, but for Anala, it only got in her way. She was 15 and unwilling to be married, anyway. And long lacy gowns only got in her way when she went out to explore. The one she wore was long and purple with a tight corset in the back that she couldn't reach, or she'd have taken it off.Mother is absurd, my opinions go unheard. I'm not done with living, my life I would be giving, if I married like she wants, upon me every day this fearful thought shall haunt. She grabbed all of the fluffy dress that she could up in her arms so that she could walk. The forest was very pretty this morning.
[Do you want us to meet...? And I wonder if I could add my male character to the list now, but I don't know when I want him to come in.]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[We could meet, sure ^^ I was going to have Indigo and Jeremy run into Alex, who's basically the main point of this roleplay. As for your male character, you can make him now and introduce him whenever you want.]

Jeremy sighed, but he was quicker to get out of bed and into his clothes than usual. While he was changing, Indigo clattered down the creaky stairs of the old farmhouse and came out in the living room. She went around the faded, overstuffed sofa and into the kitchen, where her mother was busy cooking up a meager breakfast for them and a larger one for Aaron. "Can't he make his own brekkist, ma?" asked Indigo, with a jerk of the head in Aaron's direction. Her Music gladly envisioned shoving her stepfather into the marsh and leaving him for the crocs, but she quickly stuffed that macabre melody underneath her mother's Good morning, my darling, I'm glad you're awake- as soon as I'm done here, his breakfast you'll take. Indigo rolled her eyes, her own Music signing out a song of hatred. "Don't let him hear that," said her mother, turning to look at Indigo. Go do your chores, then, and I'll bring him his breakfast. But you'll have to wait on yours until you come back inside."

[Avareth]

[Okay, so here's Maka's form...do you want to run into Alex first?]

FORM
Username: Pellimore
Character Name: Maka Emerson
Nickname [if any]: Maka
Age: 17
Gender: male
Personality [needs to be descriptive]:
Maka is very shy. Or at least, he thinks he is. He is very quiet and prefers to listen to people speak rather than babble on about life to others. He's extremely smart and very aware of his surroundings, and loves to help. He would give all he had to light up other people's faces with grateful smiles. He spends most of his time sketching or painting, but he prefers to work with pencil or charcoal. He likes to draw things outside, where the animal music rang in his ears. He hates that almost everyone ever did was worry. When someone would speak to him, they'd ask him questions with fearful looks in their eyes, or tell him their woes. He wants to forget the troubles of this loud music filled place and just relax. But mostly, he wants to live. Not just survive, doing chores, lazing around drawing pictures. He wants to find an adventure.
History[not optional]: Maka was born an only child to a very wealthy family. They spoiled him to no end, but he hated it his whole life. When he was 7 he found a small waterfall a few miles past his house when he was allowed to go for walks. He escaped their every morning for the next ten years. When he was 8 he ran into his first art kit. His mother had purchased it years and years ago. She never used it, and during a day of spring cleaning, one of the maids threw it out an open window. Maka ran after it to investigate, and found it packed with parchment, inks, pencils, and tubes of paint. Drawing and painting became his ways of letting out his emotions, and he drew whenever he got the chance. When he finally came of age, at 16, he began waking early and returning very late through his window...which became a habit very quickly.
Detailed Description [no pictures!]:

Maka is skinny but very strong. He has dark blond hair with lots of natural red highlights. Although it appeared straight most of the time, on rainy or humid days it curled. His eyes are bright green, and when he's angry or upset, they fringe with blue. He's very tall with handsome muscles. His gaze is sad, and always searching. It's almost impossible to lie under his gaze.[Will add to description soon, but I have to go]