Chatterbox: Inkwell

Magical
Instrument RP!

In
the land where is RP is set, magic and music are outlawed by the
king, who fears that someone will become powerful enough to overthrow
him.

He
tries to destroy all of the instruments, but some still survive.
These are found by our charries, who find out that they have a
certain power by playing the instrument. Thus, the king will try to
track then down, they having both music and magic.

Their powers aren't necessarily a good sort of power. They can be bad powers. 

Rules:

1.
Don't be overpowered. You can have one power.

2.
You can have up to two charries.

3.
You can be royalty. (E.g. prince, princess, duke, duchess, baron,
baroness ect)

4.
Please commit to this RP by posting AT LEAST every three days.
Seriously, don't just join then never post.

5.
Two charries can have the same instrument.

6.
Their certain power happens when ever they play the instrument,
whether they want it to or not.

Form:

Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Instrument:

Power:

Type
of music that s/he plays: (Ex. Sweet and soft, sharp and quick.)

Back
story:

Plot
ldeas:

Other:

My
charries:

Name: Morcroft
HIll

Age:
14

Appearance:
Wild dark hair, pale grey eyes.

Personality:
Harsh,  a loner. Kind of selfish. Not at all friendly.

Instrument:
Violin.

Power:
Can create a small storm but can't control or end it.

Type
of music that s/he plays: Fierce, wild, fast.

Back
story: Lives alone in forest. He can't remember his past.

Plot
ldeas: Well, l just created the main plot. I'll wait for your ideas.

Other:
Has a sword of black
metal.

Name:
Zayla

Age:
13

Appearance:
Curly blond hair, sparking blue
eyes.

Personality:
Stubborn. Kind of subdued. Shy and skittish.

Instrument:
Flute

Power: Makes a very very small earthquake.

Type
of music that s/he plays: Playful, quick, mysterious.

Back
story: Works at a castle as a scullery maid.

Plot
ldeas: Well, l just created the main plot. I'll wait for your ideas.

 

Other: Her parents live in the town by the castle but she hardly ever gets to see them.                

submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Timeless, Lurking in Shadows
(July 31, 2015 - 7:54 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Okay, I really think we should work out the plot before we start posting a lot...trust me, because the last three times I was in an RP and we tried to think of the plot way aLong the way, things slowed down and the RP died. And in one of the RPs, there were FIFTEEN PEOPLE!!!!!

 

my idea is that the

 

 

omg, sorry, gtg to dinner, will submit ideas later 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(August 3, 2015 - 2:51 pm)

We've got a good amount of the plot worked out already. 

l really don't want to have all of the plot, word for word, laid out. l want to have a flexibility for new ideas, so when someone does have one, they can write it without seemingly going agasnt the plot.

l don't really think we need that much of a plot, just kind of go with the flow, build on each other's ideas.  

submitted by Shadow Dragon
(August 3, 2015 - 3:38 pm)
Do not rad, private

Name: Lyria Sectabur

Age: 14

Personality: (if you have read the Magic RP, she's a lot like Aquamarine)  

In public and around strangers, she's not exactly shy, but she's introverted, I guess. But if you ask her something she'll answer confidently and politely. Around those close to her, which is not that much currently, she's extroverted and can lead through tough times. She is really inspiring. Oh, and compassionate. She's fascinated by perspective, so she's sees all sides of things.

appearance: she has smooth red hair that goes about uh.....to her armpits, I guess. She has opal eyes, as I call them. They are bluish gray on the outside, then green, towards the inside, and hazel at the center. They sort of change color in different light. (I actually saw someone with eyes like this at a water park the other day, and I've been wanting to write about it ever since.) she has light freckles (they are not red, they are very very pale brown.) she has a very pretty nose and usually wears pearl earrings. She has a delicate appearance, but don't be fooled, she's smart and can be a toughie.  

Instrument: (if this is too complicated, I'll change it, but I really don't want to.) okay, so there used to be this instrument type thing in the kingdoms that is a tiny simple golden ball, and it sings. Like, vocal music. But it doesn't sound fake or robotic. It's beautiful. They say it was made from the blood of an opera singer or something like that. So anyway, there as ONLY ONE LEFT and Lyria saved it by swallowing it (nobody ever thought to do that before). So now she has an otherworldly singing voice and can go impossibly high or low or hold anything out. But she can't sing while she's eating, and if she's gagged, it's reeeeeealy hard. She hasn't been able to sing through one YET.
Type of music she plays/sings: uhh, beautiful, usually choir like music, and she can sing lullabys.
Powers: she can summon winds. There are a few magical wind that make people: fall asleep, fall in love, and get confused. But she doesn't know any more magic ones. Anyway, she can do lots more cool stuff with wind powers, like fly (she's not very good at it yet, she can just float a bit, but she's working on it) and whatever else wind can do.
Back story: uh....she's middle class. Her mother, Mariah Sectabur, is a gardener by day, secret activist by night. Her father, Othello Sectabur, is a merchant who works far away, and whom Lyria pretty much never sees. 
Other: uh...she loves ice cream. And flowers. And there's this bird named Twilight that isn't exactly her pet, but she feeds him and he hangs around her and is very loyal.
submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(August 3, 2015 - 2:23 pm)

Her instrument is fine. 

submitted by Shadow Dragon
(August 3, 2015 - 3:27 pm)

My second charrie.....

 

Terrance DuBarry of Cambridge

Age: 15
Appearance: has dark chocolate brown hair, very dull green eyes, tanned. Wears glasses. Strong, sort of muscular...so uh, yeah. 
Personality: uh...he's very extroverted, and around other boys, he's sort of braggy and boastful. But not usually. He acts real tough, but he really has a good kind heart. He just doesn't want anyone to see it. What makes him mad is when others are hurt by someone else. He's a really good swordsman.
Instrument: horn. He has a special small one that he keeps a secret from his parents, who are very loyal to the king.
Type of music he plays: everything....sad, slow and pretty, jazz-like, happy....but not scary or suspenseful, I guess.
Powers: Fire. But very minor. Can't do a lot, though he can douse it whenever he wants.
Back story: his parents are Duke Lloyd DuBarry and Duchess Anne DuBarry of Cambridge. But they are just usually called the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Cambridge is the district they sort of have rights over. They are very loyal to the king, though they are good rulers/leaders of Cambridge. They do what is expected of them, enough not to cause a revolution, but they don't go above and beyond. No more, no less.
Other: uhh...his family owns a pet monkey named Lulu and a parakeet named John that he never really plays with or pays attention to either of them. His parents and the servants take care of that. 
But he does have a dog named Skip that he's had since he was a little boy. He loves skip and skip loves him back,and they play and run around and are loyal...etc, etc. Skip is very old, and currently sick, and he's going to die early in the story.
Oh, and, Terrance has this secret room underneath a floorboard in his bedroom that nobody but him knows exists. His parents don't know about it. The room is soundproof and has really good acoustics, and Terrance plays there a lot. 
submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(August 3, 2015 - 2:47 pm)

Fawn~ (I think)

The hot sun beats relentlessly down on my sweaty head. "Heave!" I shout out as i toss the hay bale to my father, who in turn tosses it to the wagon. A much farther distane then I can manage. "Heave!" I shout again, my muscles tensing and my face heating with the effort. Papa catches it and shouts, "Ho!" Then her tosses it with ease. 

"Whoa, girl," he says, turning to me. "Why don't you go start on dinner and I'll finish up here."

"Ya sure Pa?"

He nods. "How 'bout some good ol' stew tonight, love."

I nod in return. "Sure thing Pa."

I stir the warm, bubbly pot of stew and hum a new tune I made for my flute. PA comes in, obviously exhausted. "Whooee, smells like heaven in here!" He smiles and I smile back.

But Mama is in Heaven....

Prince Philip~

I stroll into the kitchen, immediately brightening up at the wonderful smells swarming and surrounding me. "Ah! Prince Philip," the Head Chef bows.

"Would you like a taste sample?" he asks. 

I shake my head and smile, "No, thank you. I don't want to...you know...spoil the food, or suprise." He stares at me blankly, but then he gets it. 

"Alas! Of course! But I don't truly think you would spoil the food. Maybe if you told it a joke it might."

I laugh and walk over to a bucket of potatoes, "Hello there. Knock knock!" I say 'Whos there?' in a high-pitched voice.

The girl next to me restrains a laugh while the chef laughs his heart out. "Alas, you highness. You are too funny. I must return to my work. Feel free to spoil anything you like."

He leaves and the girl turns to me. "That was funny."

I can't help smiling. She didn't now or addresses me as sire. I like that. 

 

 

 

submitted by Katydid
(August 3, 2015 - 4:26 pm)

Ena~

In a land where a tyrant rules, living on the streets is harsh. The laws are simple: don't talk to others, act like scum (which you are), and avoid soldiers, people in other positions of high power, and nosy snitches. Unfortunately, beggars must learn the laws as they go, which means that now I am the only one left.

I don't know when I became a beggar, only the fire. I see it in my dreams: the thing that devours everything, my home, my family, my life. And I ran from it, with one thing held in my grasp.

A fiddle.

The fiddle. Probably the only one left. And the only one with the qualities it has.

I never noticed it before. I remember people dancing, I do, but I always think that I thought it was because they loved my music: the only people I can remember are my parents, after all. So here, on the streets of (insert kingdom here), I played my fiddle.

And everyone started dancing.

I remember the day clearly; I was screaming that I was a foreigner, I didn't know the rules, they took me away, put me in front of the judge. He deemed me free to go, but took my fiddle.

They took my fiddle away from me.

I have nothing anymore except for the rags that sit on my shoulders and the bowl that precious copper pennies fall into. What do I have? Money enough for a meal a day, and a little extra just in case. I know to always have extra.

A beggar hears everything. 

Today I heard the king is hosting a feast.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(August 3, 2015 - 5:13 pm)

Fawn's place to play her flute is hidden.

It is quite a hike, partially up the mountain tallest mountain out of all of the ones that surround the kingdom. (If that's okay) You climb up the path most people use, but then take a left at a faint trail. People think it a game trail. After about five minutes of walking you come to a small waterfall. At the bottom of the waterfall is a little valley. And in the valley, a tree.

Fawn plays her flute there.

Philip plays in the treasure chamber. The harp was his mothers, so his father of course kept the harp. But locked away. Philip goes down there and makes exscuses to get in. "It's for the lady," or something like that. He always brings out a fancy something, only to sneak it back in when he returns. 

submitted by Katydid
(August 3, 2015 - 10:35 pm)

I restrain a laugh at the Prince's joke; he's quite the ventriloquist.

"That was funny," I say, throwing the strap of my lute around my arm.

"Thank you," he says, grinning, "I like to make jokes."

" Well, thou shouldst make them more often, your highness," I say with a mock curtsy.

"Indeed I shall," he said with a mock bow.

(Hey Katydid, Prince Philip should ask her to dance at a ball and have his father freak out!) 

submitted by Brookeira
(August 4, 2015 - 8:59 am)

Actually i was already thinking that.

Great minds think alike, eh?

When would the ball be? 

submitted by Katydid
(August 5, 2015 - 2:01 am)

Prince Philip~

I call for the maid today. My exscuse is that I would like to talk to her about her work.  

"Hello, your highness," she curtsies.

I bow with a smile, "Your cheffiness."

She tries to hold back a laugh, witch results in a snort, which makes her laugh again. I snicker and turn around, holding my hands behind my back. 

"I called you here for a very important reason Your Cheffiness."

"Oh? And what could that possibly be?" She asks, a smile in the sound of her voice.

"I have some complaints."

"Oh? May I ask what? Then maybe I could fix them."

"Well...you have...er..." I turn to her, my exspression once again serious. "You have talking potatoes."

"Oh my!" She gasps, covering her mouth with a hand. "Whatever shall I do?"

"And their voices.." I shudder, "Dreadfully annoying! Thou must put them all into the feast for the ball. Mashed! Mashed I sayeth!"

Our eyes meet and we stand there for a second, staring, then burst out laughing.

"What is..your name...cheffiness?" 

 

submitted by Katydid
(August 6, 2015 - 12:47 am)

can I still do it or is it to late

submitted by Emij114
(August 3, 2015 - 11:51 pm)

You can join.

submitted by Shadow Dragon
(August 4, 2015 - 10:10 am)

Morcroft~

l look over to the castle from my perch in a tree. There is an unusual amount of activity this morning. Something is going on. 

By noon the place is packed, and l'm still clueless as to what's going on. l can almost smell the food......It's been days since l've eaten anything that actually tasted good.

What if l sneaked in there? The idea is absurd, but really, how hard would it be? It would be fun. Better than anything that l've ever done. 

l grin as l slide my sword into its sheath. This will be wonderful. 

submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Timeless, Lurking in Shadows
(August 4, 2015 - 5:50 pm)
Lyria~
The king is holding a feast.
I sigh. That’s the one thing he’s done good for this kingdom. I’ll bet the prince had to do some persuading to get him to hold it. I’ve heard he’s not as bad as his father.
There are poor everywhere, since the economy is weak, the farms are experiencing crop shortages due to drought, and tributes to the king are way too expensive. But worst of all, music is banned and any magic is pretty much considered witchcraft. 
For most people, that’s bad enough, but I have a secret that only Mother knows. (Father has no idea, because he’s been away so long.) I have wind powers. I can use the wind to fly, though unfortunately, I never get to do that. I can move things with the wind. I can make the air colder. And I have use of four magic winds: the Wind of Love, the Wind of Sleep, and the Wind of Confusion. It’s pretty self-explanatory: I can make people fall asleep, fall in love, and become confused. The Wind of Confusion is pretty useful for sneaking around, because if someone catches you, you can make them all confused, and when you say, “I’m supposed to be here,” they just scratch their heads and reply, “Well, uh, okay.” I use the Wind of Sleep once in a while, sometimes on my mother when she’s having a restless night. I’ve only used the Wind of Love twice before: once as a prank in kindergarten, and once by accident to two barn owls. Those owls, who I named Luna and Shade, are never a few feet from each other.
How do I activate those powers, you may ask? I do it by singing. See, there used to be an instrument called a Musicalodia that was basically a golden ball that sings. They were all destroyed after music was banned, except for one, which I intentionally swallowed. And now I can sing impossibly high, low, long, fast, or beautiful. Not to brag. 
I enter the kitchen, and Mother’s rushing around in her gardening gloves, apron, and hardy dress. 
“Got a demanding client today, Mother?” I ask as I pour myself some crispy grains. I invented them one day when I was overheated these corn chips. Now all the neighbors pour milk on them and eat them for breakfast.
“Yes,” Mother replies. “Lady DuBarry wants the dead chrysanthemum stalks in her garden removed, and for some landscaping to be done in front of their mansion. Fifty flowers in shades of pink, purple, and orange. Ricky’s going to help me out.”
Richard, or Ricky for short, is also in the gardening business. He mostly works in orchards, but sometimes when Mother gets a big order, he’ll come and help out for no charge.
“Wow, that’s a lot of hard work. Do be careful out there.”
“I will. You’re right, it’ll be difficult doing all that in this ferocious heat, but the nobles pay well.”
“The nobles pay well.” I repeat absentmindedly.
Mother leaves the house, and after tidying up, I put some coins in my pocket and head out to the market to buy some food and get myself something nice for tonight’s feast.
submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(August 6, 2015 - 4:53 pm)
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