Tree Town RP!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Tree Town RP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tree Town RP!!!!!!!!!!!!

I try not to have more than one Rp at once...but this idea was amazing!!!!!!

In the small average town of Zuhaitz Herria *Tree town* there are no large mansions or castles. No more then average houses. Nothing more than average and nothing less. Until you reach the center. From the sky you can tell the town is round, a small spiral, leading to the center. The tree. The largest tree you would ever see. It covers most of the houses along the inner spiral road. Its leaves are various colors, you could almost call them personality leaves, Nortasun Hostoak. But the leaves are falling. For ages new leaves have sprouted for new life. Every leaf is a life in the town. But the leaves are falling, people are dying. With absoultly no cause. Something is causing this, and we need to find out what. We need to find out before all the leaves fall. The town gathered us. People each of a different Nortasun. 

Personalities!!!! (Nortasun!!!)

Red Hostoak: A fiery personality. Someone who is quick to anger, but strong and brave.

Blue Hostoak: A shy personality. Someone who rarely smiles, but has many hidden talents. 

Green Hostoak: A happy personality. Someone who always laughs, but isn't the brightest.

Grey Hostoak: A bland personality. Someone who doesn't understand smiles, but is very smart.

Pink Hostoak: A sassy personality. Someone who is a total girly-girl, but is very defiant. 

Purple Hostoak: A regal personality. Someone who thinks themself the best, but can strategize.

Black Hostoak: A dark personality. Someone who hates brightness, but can predict outcomesish

Brown Hostoak: A mixed personality. Someone who can blend in, but makes a great spy.

Magenta Hostoak: A romantic personality. Someone who always thinks people are in love.... 

Only... 9 people can join, (Including me). One charrie per person!!! And, we need guys! 

Character form:

Name:

Age: (13-15)

Hostoak/Personality:

Appearance: (Eye color is the same as your leaf.)

Mother's Maiden name:

Other:

Okay!! There we go. The Mother's Maiden name is something I think might come in use.

My charrie!!!!!!

Name: Adira Forkestar

Age: 14

Hostoak/Personality: Brown/She is one of those people who don't just know where they belong. She can make herself fit in anywhere, and thats why a lot of people know her. Her leaf isn't rare, there just aren't as many as the others. She would be great for going undercover. And she can manipulate.

Appearance: She has big, brown eyes that show her curiosity. Her hair is hazel colored and loosely curled. It reaches her lower back. She is tall and gracefull, with a round, freckled face. She usualy wears her dresses, as all women are required, but for their quest she wears pirate-like clothes.

Mother's Maiden name: May. 

Other: Her passion is singing. And she is good at it to. She often sings to the town some Medieval ballads she 'found.'

Just to let you know this is in a Medeival time period. And I was thinking the Pink Hostoak could be the Mayors daughter/son, or whatever. 

 

 

 

submitted by Katydid
(July 13, 2015 - 2:51 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Really, can someone please write?

submitted by Lindsey R
(July 26, 2015 - 12:39 pm)
Hope~
I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and gaze out into the community garden...if you could call it that. The flowers were not wilted, but their colors seemed to have a faded hue, like when you see an old photograph. It's the kind of color you can't really pinpoint what's dull about it. All the vegetables flourished though, except for the pumpkins, which were either dead or barely growing, and those hid themselves beneath leaves, too embarrassed at their pathetic appearance to come out.
I sighed and threw a rock across the manmade pond. It skipped in perfect arches, and kept skipping until it hit the grass. If you could call it grass. It was so synthetically green, it made my head hurt.
What I yearned for was nature. True nature. The only true nature we get around here is The Tree, the heart of the town, the blood pumping through our veins and keeping us together. That’s enough for most. But not me. I wanted to see…whatever true nature is. I wanted to paint it. My imagination could only take me so far…
But what could I do? The town was surrounded by a great dessert that went on forever. There’s a myth that the World will open up to us at a time of peril, but so far, the last time something perilous happened in Tree Town was well…never. And besides, nobody wanted to leave Tree Town. Life was perfect. We had everything we needed. No more. No less.
Suddenly someone places their hand on my shoulder. I shriek, then see it’s only my mother. 
“What are you doing, Hope?” she asks.
“Oh…uh, thinking,” I replied.
Mother shook her head and smiled. “My dear, you think too much for your own good. You should focus on reality, and what’s in front of you.”
“Are you suggesting I have trouble with that? Mother, you know I make excellent grades in school, and that nobody bothers me, and I’m not sad or anything.” I was telling the truth. People say I’m “gifted”, because I score a 100% on everything at school. But I don’t feel like a genius or anything. I’m good at math, science, reading history, and everything, but I don’t really enjoy it. I don’t sign up for anything extra. I don’t excel. I just do what I’m supposed to do. No more. No less.
My mother sighed, because I make perfect sense. “Hope, are you happy?”
“I am content, Mother,” I said.
“But are you happy?”
I wasn’t happy or unhappy. I was content. But mother wouldn’t understand that, so I lied, “Yes I’m happy mother. You know what I say…no more-” 
“No less,” my mother finished with another sigh. “But don’t you think-”
She’s cut off by a loud bugle, echoing through the city. I ran towards city square to hear who the representatives would be.
submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 26, 2015 - 1:37 pm)

Okay...I don't know if you know this...but it's Medieval.

So...just making sure...sorry if this sounds rude. 

submitted by Katydid
(July 26, 2015 - 2:32 pm)

Hope~

"For the Blue Hostoak: Hope Skylarke, May!" the mayor announces, and I mentally do a little dance. I feel proud and exhilarated. I've finally been recognized for something. My mother hugged me tightly, and said over and over how proud she was.

*****

Back to thinking.

This year, the soothsayer said the representatives would be chosen to go on a mission. But you don't even have to be a soothsayer to predict that. Every year, the representatives are sent on an "important" Mission, which is basically a community help project, like planting flowers or rennovating the school or something like that. If anything else comes up, they're supposed to help with that too. It's "important" because it helps us become better people, rise into fame, improve Tree Town, etc. It may not sound like much, but it's a really big honor, and one of the only local ones, because our mayor doesn't believe in making us "too prideful". Though of course, a lot of people already are.

 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 26, 2015 - 3:34 pm)

Adira~

I smile as we all stand in front of a cheering crowd. "What an honor for these young children," the mayor rants on.

Eventually he finishes and we all come down; we have an informative training but that is tonight. Today we celebrate. 

My parents wrap me in a hug; my mom was crying. Is she that proud? Or that scared. Suddenly I find myself nervous. "I'll make you proud . . . ," I whisper.

"You already have honey," my dad says, beaming.

"Amen to that," Mom shouts, drawing some attention.

Ohmeohmy... 

submitted by Katydid
(July 26, 2015 - 2:11 pm)

Siress-

I watch the announcements and celebrations from afar, in my stream. Ophelia ran off long ago. My eyes stray to the tree and a leaf falls off.

I gasp and watch the rainbow leaf fall. Wait... rainbow? Weren't rainbow leaves somehow important...

I swim away quickly as three leaves (a green, a black, and a magenta) fall to the ground. I cover myself with my water as screams sound from the ceremony.

(It's beginning! I was thinking that the rainbow leaf would be the tree's life force, and someone/something cut it.) 

submitted by Brookeira
(July 26, 2015 - 3:15 pm)

Hmm...I kinda like that...but I was thinking something like a plague?

The leaf is a good idea..but what would give someone...wait..Brainstorm!

What if the rainbow leaf was our king? So our king has fallen (Or been cut) And because the king was dying, the other leaves started falling, kind of a plague...

But what would give the person who cut the leaf the motivation to do such a thing? 

 

submitted by Katydid
(July 26, 2015 - 6:11 pm)

Most likely, whoever is doing it would want to rule. 

submitted by Lindsey R
(July 26, 2015 - 6:38 pm)

Willow ~

After our names are called, we head off to our families. My father and brother welcome me. My father is a bark warrior.  General, to be exact. And my brother is a red hostoak with a hint of purple. "Congratulations Willow. Make me proud." 

submitted by Lindsey R
(July 26, 2015 - 5:44 pm)

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 27, 2015 - 10:25 am)
Hope~
I sit in front of the Tree. It’s my favorite place to think. True nature. 
It towers above me like some great goddess (I always like to think of the Tree as feminine). Its branches curl around and weave into each other like a great quilt. Hundreds of leaves in all types of colors sprout from it.
I glance around me to make sure I’m alone, then I run up to the Tree and hug it. I can feel the warmth emanating from its trunk, and though I know trees don’t have hearts, I can imagine one in this tree, pulsing and protecting the town, calling to me like another mother.
I back away and start to daydream. A strong wind blows through the air, lifting up my hair and flowing through the tree. But I smile, knowing that no matter how hard the wind blows, the leaves will never fall. People will never die.
Death. What is death? They say it’s when your heart stops beating, and you stop breathing, and you’re numb, and you can’t think or feel . I can’t even imagine that. How can you not think? Even when you think about nothing, you’re still thinking, because “nothing” is a word. And a word is something.
Isn’t that funny? How two opposite words, “something” and “nothing”, are synonyms in a way, because they’re both something!
I search the massive tree for a little silvery-blue leaf, but I can’t find it in the crazy jumble. I sigh. Will I ever lay eyes upon my own leaf? 
Instead, I close my eyes, spin around, and open them again. My eyes fell on a dark, forest green leaf. I focused on it, and imagined who the person it represented looked like. Maybe I even knew that person. Maybe it was Montana or Bree or…
Suddenly the leaf begins to twirl around on its stem, the ties binding it to the Tree getting thinner and thinner. I gape, and my heart skips a beat. Leaves aren’t supposed to do that! The leaves were supposed to stay securely fastened on the tree.
The leaf falls, fluttering in the breeze, then hits the ground.
I freeze, my stomach doing all sorts of flips inside of me. I feel sick, and I’m dizzy with shock and fear. 
Someone, somewhere in this city, has died.
Their heart stopped beating. They stopped breathing. They can’t feel or think. They’re gone forever.
I stumble down the street, calling out to whoever will hear me.
People begin to crowd around me. “What happened?” they ask.
“A green leaf…” I gasp. “It’s fallen.”
submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 27, 2015 - 10:47 am)

Except ten times bigger.

submitted by Katydid
(July 27, 2015 - 12:05 pm)

I love the drawing. Did you draw it?

submitted by Lindsey R
(July 27, 2015 - 3:43 pm)

Sorry i haven't posted! Hope I didn't miss much!

~ I walked through thecrowd with the Reds, or the red Hostaks. My best friend should have been there. But she wasan't. She was dead. 

I heard names of other leaves. Then mine

submitted by Luna, age 11, Everywhere
(July 27, 2015 - 11:37 am)

I sit at my tree for a while.

The Leaf long since broke contact with its mother tree; the king leaf's falling will have no effect on it.

I feel numb. It's so strange; pinks, magentas, and purples are falling faster than the other leaves, so I should be happy.

But I'm not. I don't want anyone, even those awful pinks, to have to be the last of their race.

This town, eight years ago. "Hurry up, sis!" I'd called to my slower-going sister, trotting ahead excitedly.

A leaf had fluttered to the ground in front of me; a turquoise one. I had stopped to acknowledge the death of one of my kind. I felt stirrings of sadnes, but pushed them away. It was too beautiful a day.

I looked up and clapped a hand over my mouth. Two pinks and a magenta, with shears in hand, were looking for more turquoise leaves. "How could you?!" I howled, my sudden outburst making one almost fall.

I turned around a screamed. My sister, my little sister, had fallen over.

"You'll pay!" I screeched at the trembling pinks and magenta, "both of your hostoaks will pay!"

 

 

submitted by Brookeira
(July 27, 2015 - 5:47 pm)
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