WISH RP

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WISH RP

WISH RP

A new RP! I know, I know, there are soooooo many right now. But this is a great idea! And I'm sure it will last to the end. Right, guys? **Deliberatly raises eyebrows**

The plot: There are a group of people who can grant wishes. All wishes, as long as they are cosmically possible. Of course, they don't have to grant wishes. But they have the power to grant any wish of any living being.

Except...their own.

The WishMakers, as we'll call them from now on, are somewhat of a sacred people within soceity, ar at least a higher class. People go to them for wishes, and in payment give them huge sums of money, large jewels,  and granduer beyond imagination. Some go so far as to pay their family fortune.

It is your choice as to how your charrie interperets these gifts, whether they grant wishes willingly, or whether they aren't WishMakers and are just pertending.

Maximum 6 people. Let's keep it small and simple.

And also, let's have it live to the end! 

Charrie sheet:

Name:

Personality:

Age:

Appearance:

Other:

If you like, you can be someone who isn't a WishMaker, but please, I'd like the majority to be WishMakers. Let's call them WMs in shorthand.

I'll make my charrie later. 

Have fun! 

submitted by Over the Rainbow
(September 21, 2015 - 7:19 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Name: Christoff Tanape

Peesonality: Charming and polite. A real gentleman, or a ladies man. Outgoing, a social butterfly. Hes quick to judge and once he has his kind set on something its hard to change it. Hes smart, but stubborn at the same time. Optimistic.

Age: 19

Appearance: Wild, sandy colored hair. Dull green eyes and a vivid smiled accompanied with dimples. He is tall and muscular, with a spring in his step. 

Other: Wishmaker. He only grants wishes if he gets something in return. They call him the Dealmaker instead of a Wishmaker. Sometimes, for pretty ladies, or a good cause, he'll grant a wish for only a small price, possibly for free.

submitted by Katydid
(September 23, 2015 - 3:01 pm)

OOPs, I forgot to type my character's name. Well, her name is Loraia Fidelle. Also, Emij, you are technically the seventh person, but maybe if you don't mind not being a wishmaker you can join. NO MORE PEOPLE, PEOPLE!

submitted by OtR
(September 23, 2015 - 5:58 am)

Oh, and also, Savvy, you were the seventh and Emij was technically the eight. So I'm not sure if you can be in it...regardless, eight people isn't too much. Let's just keep it at that and absolutely NO MORE PEOPLE!

submitted by OtR
(September 23, 2015 - 7:47 am)

Sorry, I don't think all the comments were posted when I made my charactor... I thought I was the sixth.

submitted by Savvy44x
(September 23, 2015 - 4:38 pm)

TOP

submitted by Top
(September 28, 2015 - 6:01 pm)

TOP

submitted by tooopp
(September 28, 2015 - 8:39 pm)

Prolougue~

Wishes are everywhere. In the air, in the ground, in the grass that rustles I wish, in puffs of dandylion blown by hopeful children. Not everybody actually knows about all of these wishes. Essentialy, wishes are beginnings. They are requests. They are suggestions of what may become. And they are dreams. 

If your wish was granted, wouldn't you be greatful?

How about if you could grant wishes, but none of your own became true?

WishMakers can travel deep into themselves to unlock their inner senses and feel around the world for wishes.

I wish...please...I hope...I want...I need...I must. Whispers carry to these specially sensitive people until they form into something that is, not just that will be.  

___________________

Now somebuggy start the RP! 

submitted by OtR
(September 30, 2015 - 4:59 pm)

Christoff~

I pull my knees up to my chest and look up at the tree, its branches swaying softly in the breeze. They make big arches, but slowly and gracefully, tense, as if they could break at any moment, yet relaxed and calm. I sigh and run my finger through the grass.

Oh how I wish to fly.

But I can't.

Because I can't have any of my wishes granted.

I've discovered that when I want something it always seems to be just within my reach, yet it always ends up being an optical illusion. Further then it seems. Every single time I want something, it jumps up and strolls away like its some game. In which life is having a better time then I am.

A slight movement in the trees catches my attention and a small, high-pitched whistle protrudes from it's orange beak. I smile and return the whistle.

Sometimes life is good.

I just want to be content.

But contentedness lies around the next corner, after an obstacle course which I never seem to pass.

I bring my hand up to my necklaces and trace it with my finger. It's shape is intricate, but familiar. A simple stare with engravings and words.

When you wish upon a star...

I don't think I'm a star. Yet I still can grant wishes. Just not my own. 

submitted by Katydid
(October 1, 2015 - 12:14 am)

~~Loraia~~

The man steps into the doorway with a pathetic look in his eyes. "Miss, please...please...I need it. My family is going hungry and we must have food..."

"Save it for one of the weak Wishmakers. No money, no wish granted."

"But miss, we are going hungry, we need it, we need it--"

I slam the door in his face. I am so lucky not to be one of those awful starving beggars. I am so lucky not to have to grovel in front of a WM just to ea food. I am lucky not to have to annoy the best new Wishmaker with my stupid pleading.

The doorbell rings.

"Miss Fidelle! It's only me!" Ah, it's old, rich Mr. Parleon. He comes once a week or so, he is that desperate, but he gives good payment.

"Come in!" I call from the living room.

He bustles in, holding a large clasped box. "Miss Fidelle! A pleasure, a pleasure to jhave you welcome me into your home."

"What do you want, Mr. Parleon?"

"Oh, Miss Fidelle. I have a wish of splendor that of course would be of the utmost inconvenieence for you to grant. So, here you are." He places the box on the floor and unclasps it. It is filled with Mahlon, the currency of the country. The large copper coins glimmer in their box.

"Yes, yes, what is your wish?"

"My dear...I wish for a new carraige. Just something doable, perferably a grade A. With top-notch brakes and super smooth acceleration."

"Fine. Color?"

"A refined blue, if you please."

"Alright."

Just then, someone bursts through the door. 

submitted by OtR
(October 1, 2015 - 5:09 pm)

I nod at the doors and they open in front of me, a tad too fast. But my anger sometimes messes with my abilities.

Being a WishMaker is hard; being granted the MindGift at birth is much harder. The telekinesis is handy, sure, but when the visions come in little flashes of the future too difficult for anyone to decipher, I'm practically paralyzedfor hours.

I storm into Loraia's home and she scowls at me. "Well, Riala? What do you want?" she snaps.

"I just met a beggar outside your home. I gave him his food. What is wrong in your mind?"

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

"I don't know by what strain of mental illness do you believe it is fine and dandy for WishMakers to ignore the needy and help the rich," I growled, glaring at her.

Her eyes glistened with smooth cruelty. "I think we know which one of us is wrong in the mind," she said.

The room seemed to freeze; the gasp the rich man made abruptly cut off in his own shock. No one insulted one who had the MindGift, not even Loraia.

I walked towards her with cold eyes.

"Be careful who you toy with, Loraia," I hissed, "I am not all bark."

With that I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. 

submitted by Brookeira
(October 1, 2015 - 8:40 pm)

Christoff~

I jump backwards, just managding to avoid Riala's face as she almost runs into me. "Riala! Whats wrong?" I asked, stepping beside her and mathcing her pace.

"Nothing," she barks, "Back off Christoff."

I look down at her storming feet and speed up slightly. "Nothing, huh. You know, I'm always here. I wont tell."

She sighs and glares at me. "It's just Loria. She insulted me!"

I gasp and shake my head. "The nerve!"

"I know!" Growls Riala.  

"You know...there is something we could do..." I say, grinning mischeviously.

"And whats that?" She asks, glancing at me nervously.

"This...this thing. Its called, a prank." She pauses, turning to me, a wide grin spreading across her face. 

submitted by Katydid
(October 1, 2015 - 9:33 pm)

Jonathan~

"If you had the mind to be more polite, perhaps something else would have happened," I step out of the shadows, eyeing the two. "Now, you both have done a rather bad thing and I'm glad I didn't do it myself."

"Jonathan, please," Christoff rolls his eyes.

"I'd rather you not do that," My eyes narrowing. 

submitted by Danie
(October 1, 2015 - 11:05 pm)

~Sonata~

I dash through the woods, hair flying. There's no real need for me to hurry- no one knows where I am- but I run anyway. When people make wishes on birthday candles or shooting stars or anything else they don't realize what they're doing. They don't realize that I can hear them. But every "I want to be a princess," whispered by a little girl, every "I wish class would be over," muttered by a schoolboy, I hear them all, if I'm close enough. And it seems like it's easier for me to listen to them than it is for other WishMakers. I hear them whether I want to or not. It's hard to explain how I hear them- it's not like I actually hear them, exactly. They're not normal sounds. But, at the same time, it's like wishes are always ringing in my ears like bells-little whispers that resonate, echoing as loud as a thunderclap. And wishes, like bells, can be pretty- if they're not always ringing, all the time. It's certainly much quieter in the woods, which makes it easier to make sense of things. So it's nice to visit, when I can. I don't have to think about all the wishes for a few minutes.
I lean against a tree, trying to block out the echoes of wishes in my head. You'd be really surprised by how many there are. I notice I've absentmindedly neared the edge of the woods, and I hear voices through the trees.
"...a prank," I catch the end of someone's sentence. I think a moment, then realize it's Christoff, the "DealMaker" swooned over by girls everywhere. I shouldn't judge, but I'm inclined to dislike someone who'll grant a girl a favor just because she's pretty but makes everyone else pay a price.
"If you had the mind to be more polite..." Jonathan Perry is also here, apparently. I decide I should leave. It's not like I meant to eavesdrop, but...I walk carefully back deeper into the woods. But now I hear it. I wish Loraia would show respect for someone once in a while...if only... 
Well, if I'm going to hear wishes in my head even in the woods, I might as well go back to the town and grant some that don't involve revenge. I turn around and walk back toward the town, at a much slower pace than the that of my dash into the woods.
submitted by Sydney C., age 13, Hill Street
(October 2, 2015 - 6:26 pm)

Christoff~

I sigh and wave a hand in dissmissal. "I've got somewhere to be anyways. Ta ta." I turn on my heels when Jonathan remarks:

"Oh yeah, just skip out when I arrive. Wimp."

I turn back around and frown, "Wimp? Who you callin wimp?"

"You," Jonathan growls.  

Riala steps in between us, "Stop it you two. Don't you have somewhere to be, Christoff?" she askes uncertainly.

I nod and turn yet again, marching off, only turning around to schrunch up my face at Jonathan, who returns the gesture. 

I pause in the orchard, because of a faint noise that sounds similar to a little girl crying. I raise an eyebrow and look around, slowly walking until the voice become more clear and distinct: definitely a little girl.

I stare at her frail form and cough softly, startling her. She looks up with puffy, red eyes and looks away quickly when I step forward. "Why are you crying?" I asked softly, kneeling down beside her.

She sniffles and wipes her nose. "Sammy broke his leg so daddy had to shoot 'im."

I stared at her, startled, "Who's Sammy?"

"My doggy," she replies, smoothing the folds of her light-blue dress.

I held back a sigh of relief and sat down next to her. "Well, he didn't have to suffer any longer. Thats good, right?"

She nods slowly, then looks at me strangely. "Are you a wishmaker?'

I nod in return, "Yes."

"Can I be a princess?" she asks suddenly, startling me, though I should have seen it coming.

I take a deep breath, "Why would you want to be a princess?"

"Because they get whatever they want, and Sammy wouldn't have to been shot," she states, forgetting her sorrows almost completly.

"I don't think that's what being a princess is about," I point out. She stares at me, confused as can be. "I think being a princess is about what's in your heart! Princess should be all thing sweet in lovely. A true princess could live on a farm but have a heart of gold."

She smiles softly, "You think?"

I nod and look up at the tree she's leaning against. "You still want to be a princess?"

"Yeah."

"Wish granted," I grin, and stand up."Farewell. I'm sure you'll find that you will have plenty of friends in the future." 

 

submitted by Katydid
(October 3, 2015 - 5:48 pm)

Amelie:

I run through the halls, my master chasing after me. I'm not going to grant that stuck-up man mind-reading powers for his box of jewels, no matter what my master does to me. I see the doors of a nother house in front of me, and, without even thinking, run right inside. Then, I freeze. I'm in the house of the great Loraia. What am I doing here? And what will become of me? A good question, indeed. 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(October 3, 2015 - 5:11 pm)
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