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Lovely luck all my RPs die!but, I think we could do an RP where there is this land, the lyrewoods. And there are 6 different kinds of people; human, lion morpher, hawk morpher, bear morpher, snake morpher,and elf morpher ( an elf who can transform into a panther or cheetah.) the lyrewoods are split into 6 provinces: sky reach ( hawks), riverside ( humans) , savvannas reach ( lions), Rocky Mountain ( bears) , lake view (snakes) , and dyre-run ( elves). For a story line maybe some conflict between the morphers and the start of a war? Anywho here is the sheet.
Name: Ara Laural
race : elf morpher
age: 11
occupation: bandit , theif
home land: dyre-run
personality: idk we will find out.
apperance: short auburn hair, hazel eyes, slim, agile bodied, light leather armor, and a stolen cheetahs pendant.
backstory: After she stole a golden needle from a tailor's shop she was a pure-born thief. Banned from lake view and riverside she is most wanted in the lions and bears city. After a rundown with a wizard in a tavern located in sky reach she can control the shadows. She is a daughter of the queen of the elves ( lindoa) but she does not know.
Ara-
"Halt!" a human guard shouts as I morph into a cheetah and sprint into the wilderness. Another successeful pickpocketing in riverside. I hear guards' footsteps far behind me. I jump over the river and into a small town in dyre-run. I run into the traders and morph into a elf.
"Any dragon bone bows?" I ask.
"No. Sorry. I would go check the smith," the owner says.
"Thank you," I say, leaving. I walk down to the smith's. He is sharpening a sword and his wife is making arrows.
"Any dragon bone bows?"
"Nope sorry. No dragons have attacked--" he is cut off.
" RRRRAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!!" A dragon sounds from the mountains sweeping down and carring a child into the sky in its jaws
"Um.... Now that you say that, miss...," he adds
I grab my broken long bow and hit the dragon in the chest as it lands. I land a few more arrows near it and the dragon falls in mid flight. I capture the soul in a jar and take the scales and bones. Walking back to the forge I hand over a flimsy dragon bone to the smith. He makes me a new bow. "Thank you," I say, throwing 10 gold onto a table and I grab the newly made arrows and run out of the town, towards the elven capital.
submitted by MapleSyurp
(December 17, 2014 - 5:45 pm)
(December 17, 2014 - 5:45 pm)
Cool!
name: Xenon
race: human
age: 13
occupation: traveler, spy
homeland: riverside, at the capital of the homeland which is Sytadel
personality: find out in the story
appearance: black hair, gray eyes, tall, agile bodied, sometimes wears a pack, carries a magic compass that can lead you to an exact spot (hey, this is fantasy!)
backstory: He left his mother and father because they kicked him out. His mother died shortly after, so his father committed suicide. He had no family after that, so he was forced to find someone that could help him.
(December 17, 2014 - 6:49 pm)
He's also good with knives.
(December 19, 2014 - 7:45 am)
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(December 17, 2014 - 7:15 pm)
Top!
(December 17, 2014 - 7:18 pm)
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(December 17, 2014 - 8:35 pm)
Hey, can I be a different kind? I just have a good idea...
So, how about the different animals represent different elements? You should be plants because you are foresty. I'll be water.
Name: Aqua Rivera
Personality: Mysterious, smart, wise
Type: She is an aquatic elf who can morph into sea creatures. Sea morpher.
Appearance: Whitish hair, pale skin, gills, turquoise eyes.
(December 17, 2014 - 9:29 pm)
How's this ? Sorry for copying you on the elf person.
Name Aza Retlytov
race elf morpher
age 9
occupation wandering bard
Home land dyer-run
personality talkative but thoughtful, has a little temper but hides it well. She has a beautiful voice.
Apperance golden brown hair and blue eyes, brown and green clothes like all elves; for weapons she has a long dagger. She has a gemom wood harp slung over her shoulder.
backstory Her mother was also a bard but her father was a human who had almost been killed when he accidentally found his way into dyer-run. Since elves live longer then humans he died right befor their baby was born. The baby was of course Aza. The day after Aza turned one thousand ( ten ) her mother died. Then Aza got her mother's harp and the knowledge to play it. Then she became a bard. She became very famous for her song Sotnfe' helma'm' hd ( translation: in the small town of genatorl in the woods it came. )
Aza
I was just entering a small town when an elf guard asked, "Excuse me ma'm, but the over pack of Som is traveling this way so you had better get shelter fast". "Thanks," I said and hurried into the town. "I guess I will have to a show later," I thought," but I need to rest after that trek and my harp needs tuning from the run from the ogers.
The next day was clear with no sign of the ogre group. I walked to the wooden platform in the square of the town and sat down. A few people had heard I had arrived and were stopping to watch me. When I had first started playing in towns I had been afraid of large crowds, but then I had started to imagine that I was in the forest with my mother, who was teaching me to play. That had cured everything. I closed my eyes and let my fingerers glide over the strings, then I started to sing. When I was done about twenty more people had gatherd and from all sides of the platform cries of "hema'm'hd " came. So I started playing. When I got to the third verse a cry of "ogres" "ogres at the gate!" came from the watch tower. Then the sound of splintering wood and everyone knew that the town gate had been destroyed. At once all the women and children had all changed into animals and were running out the back gate and most of the men had drawn there weapons and were fighting. I drew my dagger and ran to join them. " A battle is no place for girls," one burly guard said. "Did I mention I fought these same ogers a couple days ago?" I said. " Humpph," the burly guard said.
(December 17, 2014 - 9:35 pm)
This just looks straight up awesome. :D
Name: Tawna Rowanheart
Race: Lion Morpher
Age: 13
Occupation: Patroller, hunter
Home land: Savvanna's Reach (I wasn't sure if you misspelled it when you posted, so I'm just going to keep it the way you spelled it.)
Personality: Doesn't really hang around the older kids, but loves to play around with the younger ones. Keeps to self most of the time, and loves to go exploring by myself, or with one other person.
Appearance: Dark, lightish brown hair, golden eyes, normal-height for a thirteen year-old, agile bodied, normal stretchy leggings, leather breastplate with one shoulder leather armor, and an upside down tree pendant ( I liked the idea for the pendant. ^^ Tell me if I stole too much of something or anything like that.)
Backstory: Mother and Father are the leader of the pride, and after getting in trouble so much for going off alone to explore, she was destined to be a patroller. After showing great skill in a crouch and silently pouncing onto a dead gazelle the lionesses brought in one day, she was then also destined to become a hunter. She doesn't know what the future holds for her. ( wink wink, hint hint. xD)
Tawna-
I silently stalked through the bushes, my focus completely on the prey a few feet ahead of me. I suddenly leaped, but the gazelle was nowhere to be found. My eyes narrowed, and I leaped onto a rock to have a better look around for it.
Did I misjudge the leap?
No, I couldn't have. I was spot on. But everyone makes mistakes... I looked behind me, back to the savannah, and saw nothing. I then turned my head back towards where the tip and the high point of the rock pointed. My eyes suddenly realized what was in front of me. The Lyrewoods. The dark, tall, knarly looking trees loomed in front of me, as I dilated my eyes to get a better look into the dark shaded forest. I leaped down from the rock, brushed past a clump of bushes, and entered the tree line. A raven suddenly flew up from the branches, cawing suddenly. I froze, and didn't make a sound.
Ravens and crows are an omen of death. Never forget that, Tawna.
My mother's words rang through my head as I untensed my muscles.
You're going to get into trouble again.
Ah, but you see, that's just it. That's the fun part.
(December 18, 2014 - 10:41 am)
Name: Alina Scryer
Race: Hawk Morpher
Age: 13
Job: Minstrel/scryer (can see things magically from a distance)
Home: sky reach
Personality: Leader, fercely loyal to her fellow hawk morphers, has never ventured into the other parts of the lyrewoods.
Appearance: Brown hair with black lowlights, usually tied up in a bun with a string. Usually wears a vial of cloud-water around her neck on a string (to scry with). She also has a leather backpack with a magical lock that will never open except for her. When she transforms the backpack transforms with her.
Alina~
"C'mon, we have to go back." Alina spoke to Merle, her friend. They stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking the rest of the lyrewoods, the cliff that marked the edge of the sky reach, home of the hawk-morphers.
Merle laughed as she leaned over the wooden railing, letting her hair hang down as she leaned over the drop. "Alina, it's just a cliff! We're hawk-morphers. Why are you afraid of heights?"
Alina frowned and crossed her arms. "Merle, it's the edge of the sky reach. You're not supposed to go out there." She nodded at the woods beyond the drop. "You know the other races are out there. We're hawk-morphers. We live above them. Why do you want to hang out here so often?"
Merle sighed and pulled back from the railing. "Because it's beautiful!" She threw out her arms. "The blue sky, the green grass... and the view out over the lyrewoods. Why are you always so... pessimistic?"
(December 18, 2014 - 12:03 am)
Name- Kaden Dense
race- human
age- 8
occupation- bandit/theif in training
homeland- she lives in drye-run now but where she came from is unknown
personality- stubborn, snesky, fast, clever, funny
appearance- Curly, shoulder-length, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. very light skin.
backstory- she is usually a bright happy girl, but when someone asks about her backstory, she just solemly shakes her head. No one knows who her parents are or were, exept for her but she wont tell. The elf queen found her playing in a pond one day when she was only four, and invited her to stay with her for a while. Kaden loved it. she ran around the large castle and played and played, but spoke nothing of where she came from. Now she is being trained to be a theif, which she enjoys very much, although she cannot morph, so it is hard.
(December 18, 2014 - 7:57 am)
@Air is it alright if my charrie's Merle ? She sounds interesting . . .
Name: Merle Syme
Race: Hawk Morpher
Age: 12, almost 13.
Occupation : Messenger
Home: Sky Reach
Personality: Not very special, but kind. Optimistic and curious, and a bit foolish.
Appearance: Soft long black hair, deep blue eyes, slightly tan skin, gray-whitish teeth, a bit taller than average. When she morphs she looks almost like a crow, her feathers are so dark.
Backstory : Merle Syme has been in Sky Reach all her life, but her mother's father was a traveler from some unknown reigon, so she is not a pure-blood Hawk Morpher. However, they were very accepting to her and treat her and her family as one of their own.
(December 18, 2014 - 7:36 pm)
ara-
Running down hill, on thistle road, I bump into a human. I summersault and turn into a cheetah. " who are you? And why are you on elven terratorie?" I hiss
" truce theif." She says raising her hands
" name." I state
" kaden." She replys " kaden of the shadow guild."
" ara. If your in the shadow guild you know me. Deputy flash."
" deputy flash! What an honor!" She exlaims
"To the guilds base I am going. Would you like to join me?" I ask
" yes! What an honor this is she exlaims."
" ride me" I say as she hops onto my spotted back and we ride into the sunset.
(December 18, 2014 - 4:05 pm)
Kaden~
"wake up and smell the where the heck are we!?!" I had just woken up in a small cellar-like hole. I heard noises above me of people yelling, running, fighting, and ...... Growling? I looked up, but there didnt seem to be a way out. I looked at my fingernails. they were bitten pretty low, but maybe i could still claw my way out. I tried it, and the dirt seemed to be really thin. Once i was done, light seemed to blind me, but i easily stepped out. Green scales darted through my vision, and eventually i realized that it was a dragon! I ran to the nearest shelter i could find which had a few other girls in it "KADEN! Where have you been??? We've been worried SICK!! Here baby let's get you some-" i swatted my hand at them. "No" "But Kaden you must stay with us!!! bthe fighters fight, but we-" "I want to fight!" "Kaden!!! Baby!!! You have to-" I didnt hear any more, for i had already grabbed a bow and some arrows (Going Katniss style) and ran out. I saw Ara, a girl who had trained me a little and pulled back my bow. "Fianally got them to let you come out?" She said. "Ha! No! They didnt let me i just ran out!!!" "Nice" She said, then we went our seperate ways.
(December 18, 2014 - 4:37 pm)
Xenon looked up at the clouds. "Another day, another destiny," he said. That was his motto.
He walked down a huge slope in the ground. It was today. His journey to dyre-run. He was all packed and ready to go. He only needed to say farewell to Gretchen, the woman at the butchery.
"Bye, Gretchen!"
"Bye, Xenon!" She came up and hugged him. She was like a mother to him.
"I'll miss you! I'm going to dyre-run."
"Be careful. Elf morphers can be very tricky creatures. Don't make any tough bargains with them. But most off all... make a friend!"
"I will. Bye!" Xenon walked out and into fate. He hoped he would have good luck. He was going to need it.
(December 18, 2014 - 4:38 pm)
Everyone seems to be going to Dyre-run so.... On with the rp! :D
After cautiously and tensely padding around the LyreWoods, I realized it wasn't that bad. I finally saw light coming from the left, so I headed towards it. I padded at first, but then broke into a run, excitement filling my head at the wonder of what it could be. I broke out of the tree line, and bright sunlight almost blinded me. The land was flat, with a few hills here and there, but it was very sandy, and kinda looked like a desert. ( I have no idea what you wanted Dyre-run to look like, and I was thinking of a desert when I thought of the name of the province, and also, I was thinking cheetahs would fit into that place. If you had a different picture of Dyre-run, please let me know. :3) My eyes narrowed as the wind whipped up some sand, blowing it all around me. In the distance, I saw what looked like very thin lions running around, but they had black spots.
Cheetahs!
I remember seeing one once, but my father had instantly chased it out, later saying it wasn't supposed to be on Savvanna's Reach territory. There wasn't very much to see, but there was a castle in the distance, which intrigued me.
You aren't supposed to be here. Lions aren't seen in Dyre-run at all, so shift.
I listened to myself, I talked to myself often, and shifted into my human form. I put my long brown hair into a ponytail, tucked my pendant safely into my shirt, and began to walk.
Don't you just attract trouble?
Hehehe, yes.
(December 19, 2014 - 10:29 am)