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I will join!!!!!!!!!

How shall we start?

OK, let's start by posting our profiles for our characters, then we can start. A few boring rules though;

No bringing characters from the actual Inkworld books into our RP please.

Your character can be from either of the worlds (ours or Inkworld) but your character should be or know a Silvertongue if you are going to travel between the worlds sometime in the RP. :)

And one thing: You can invent new creatures in the Inkworld that aren't in the actual books if you want.

Is all this ok with everybuggy? It doesn't sound bossy does it? 'Cause I'm not trying to be bossy. :)

Here's my character's profile:

Name: Solstice R. (for Rose) Laymon

Age: 14

Appearance: long brown-ish/gold-ish hair, same color almost feline-like eyes, and light but tanned skin.

Personality: slightly arrogant, doesn't like to admit she's wrong, stubborn. But even so she's usually in a good mood and pretty friendly.

Species: human. (she's a Silvertongue but doesn't know it yet)

Story/History: Her mother was a Silvertongue who accidentally read Solstice's father out of a book 16 years ago, (the mom's cat went into the book in his place) and they fell in love. They were married and had a child (Solstice). But two years ago when Solstice was almost 12, her parents died in a car crash (original, I know) and in the past 2 years she has lived with multiple foster families.

Is it ok with everybuggy if I start writing now or do you guys want to wait a little longer? I'm going to post now but if you guys wanted to wait then we can ignore this post.

Solstice--

I open the book that Emma (the latest foster "mom") gave me for my birthday last week. I read the first page and instantly become caught in the world of the book. I read and read, and soon Emma is banging on my door. I look at the clock. Has it been three hours already? I look at what page I'm on. 197. It feels like it was only a few pages, and a few minutes. I open the door for Emma.

"Time for dinner, Solstice," she says kindly.

"Okay. Just give me a second to put this book away."

"All right, but hurry, the soup's not getting any warmer." She smiles, then goes downstairs.

I place the book on the overstuffed bookshelf, making room for it by pushing a Nancy Drew book and something by Rick Riordan out of the way. Just then, Emma calls me down to eat my now luke-warm soup. I place the book back on the bookshelf and go downstairs to eat dinner with Emma.

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After dinner I run back upstairs to my room to keep reading the book Emma gave me. I open it to page 197, and continue to read about a girl who talks to pixies. Soon the book wraps it's magic around me again, and I lose track of time. When I look up it's getting dark out, and there is a moth sitting on the outside windowsill. It crawls toward the window as if to ask me to let it in. But I just keep reading.

Before I realize it, I'm reading aloud, and it feels good to feel the words on my tongue as well as in my mind. I read aloud for a few minutes, then I hear a buzzing noise that makes me jump. I look up and see a small, bright green beetle flying around my room! I look at it for a moment, then look at the picture on the page I'm currently reading. I gasp. The picture is of a lush forest, with small, bright green beetles flying around in it. Did I just......? The question lingers, unfinished. I look at the beetle, who is now sitting on the windowsill. I glance through the window to see if the moth is still there, and it's not. It's gone. Part of my mind wonders what happened to it, but as I open the window to let the beetle outside, I think that it must have just flown away.

I sit down with my book and continue to read aloud, hoping to get something else to come out of the book and convince me that I'm not going crazy, that the beetle was real. I read for hours into the night, and finally, at about one in the morning, a small round object appears on the floor in front of me. I look at it curiously, and as I reach down to pick it up my mind is full of amazed, proud, and slightly crazy thoughts. The object turns out to be the whistle in my book that the girl uses to call the pixies. I lay down in bed, marveling over this newly discovered power. I drift eventually to sleep, happiness (and some confusion) filling every one of my thoughts. It didn't occur to me until a couple days later where my camera had gone.

Name: Hestia Jones

Age: 15

Appearance: Straight black, or as near black as you can get, hair. Large violet eyes with long black lashes and pale skin. The look of someone who stays indoors most of the time.

Personality: Silent and inquisitive. Friendly, but not outgoingly so. (I know that that isn't actually a word.) Has many friends, but does not join in the conversation much only listens. Her only fault is her timidity.

Species: Human

Story/History: Has a mother, but no father as he disappeared when she was 9. (Sorry if this was mentioned already, but where is this story taking place? I know that Inkheart took place in Italy.) She has never really gone anywhere away from home, but has always longed to go to the places in her books.