Skye

[size=1][color=lightblue][b]Name:[/b] Faye Rose Thomason [b]Nickname:[/b] Pixie [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Personality:[/b] Quirky and slightly schizophrenic, Pixie has a tendency to ramble on and on in no direction, one tangent leading to another, more often then not, more random tangent. She may look a little slow, but when it comes to electronics, her mouth stops moving and some say you can see the gears in her head start to tick. She is a mathematical genius, although she?s pretty average in all other areas. She has no temper to speak of, and her sense of humor sometimes gets on even the nicest persons nerves. When she does stop talking, if there isn?t a gadget in sight, it?s a given that she?s thinking really hard about something, and those ?gears? in her head start turning again ? unless she?s been yelled at. Then she shuts up pretty quick. [b]Appearance:[/b] Pixie earned her name, not only from her real name, but from her size. She stands nearly five feet tall and 4?10?, and has a slightly childish figure. She is definitely womanly, but it isn?t so obvious because of how small she is, along with her bird-like bones. However, once she changes out of her PJ's, she looks sexy as hell. Her hair is short, fluffy, and electric blue. It was chopped short right below her ears, and has been died multiple times ? once she even rainbow streaked it. When it gets wet, it turns into corkscrews on her head. She has naturally ice-blue eyes that emphasizes with black eyeliner, black mascara, bright blue eye shadow, and little silver crystals at the edges. Her face is heart-shaped, with dimples, a tiny, up-turned nose, and a full, pouty mouth that she often paints bubblegum pink. She is one of the few that has no piercings anywhere but her ears, but that she has plenty of ? (from lobe to upper cartilage) ring, stud, stud leading to cuff with chain, then small ring. She usually wears a plain white tank top (or her beloved AC/CD shirt, which she cut up the sides on to tie them together, and made a tubetop of) under a worn pink leather jacket riddled with studs and Kid?s name on the back, plus any sort of combination: hip-hugger jean miniskirt, leather pants, jean hip-huggers, or short shorts; biker boots, DC shoes she's written all over(so has Kid), knee-high leather boots, or sandals. She thinks the boots make her look taller. [b]Habits:[/b] Pixie has a habit of wandering out of her room at night to go up on the roof and lay on the concrete, arms and head propped on the very short ledge, looking down at the street below. She also talks to things. Of course, most of that has to do with what she smokes. She also has a strange liking for nice fire whiskey and doughnut holes. [b]History:[/b] Faye Rose Thomason was born into an already large family - (two brothers, three sisters) - and it didn't stop there. By the time she was ten, she had two more siblings, Alex and Victoria. Her mother kept running around, becoming pregnant, and then using the welfare money to buy drugs. Four of the eight children (Faye's older brother Jamie, older sisters Kaitlyn and Meg, and younger brother Alex) turned out as crack babies, and Faye herself just barely avoided the worst. As a result, she did end up stunted in growth, which is actually fairly obvious, and a little bit of brain damage. Faye was prostetuting herself by the time Victoria was born, and when she was 18 did get pregnant. Her child, one she named affectionately Elizabeth Faye, died stillborn, breaking her heart. The babies real father was long gone, but her family gave it a proper burial ? with the exception of Faye?s heavily drunk and ? once again ? heavily pregnant mother. Faye?s real father, Darien, was meek and shy, and often was rewarded with a heated argument and the occasional slap. Once her baby was buried and gone, Faye left. She couldn?t stand to be in that house anymore, and even volunteered to take her youngest siblings with her until they could fend for themselves. After all, by then, only Alex and Victoria were around to put up with it, and Faye felt sick to think of the next poor child to be born into that family. However, this child was born laboriously, and killed Faye?s drug-and-age weakened mother, and the child himself died a week later. Of course, by that time, Faye was long gone, and what happened to her father, she?ll never know. Faye kept prostituting herself, and it earned her a good bit of money. She rented a nice apartment at the top of a building where she has access to the roof, and changed jobs rather quickly. Now she works part-time at a tattoo parlor, and part-time at a bar right down the road. The tattoo?s commission pretty well, and the bar? well, it brings in money and gives her a taste of night life. Faye doesn?t remember how she started hanging out with Kid and Gus. She vaguely remembers a large party she slipped into, and got drunk, and that she, Gus, and Kid were all kicked out for party crashing. What happened after that is a mystery. All she knows is that she loves Gus dearly like the brother she wished she had, and that her feelings for Kid are? strange. She really qualifies more as a thief than a punk, but her sense of style, her tendancy to smoke some of the oddest things, and her piercings have left her with a bunch of strange friends. Done![/size][/color]

It's beautiful! Thank you so much!

Oh, pretty! ^_^ If you would make a matching avi, that would be great. This also open to any others, if anyone wants. I will use this as soon as there is an avi. I would feel kinda wierd using non-matching avatar and banner. Thank you so much! Skye

All right, I'm looking for a rather specific set. Not too big of a banner, color scheme silvers and blues and black. If you could make it with a picture of someone's eyelashes, maybe waterdroplets on them, and either closed eyes or bleary eyes, maybe some see-through butterflies? Lastly, could it say "butterfly kisses" on it? The avatar could just be the eyelashes. You can get as fancy with it as you want. Thank you soo much for whoever takes this. Serendipity

[font=arial][size=2][b]Real Name: [/b] Carrie Donaldson [b]Screen name:[/b] ~xRibbons_In_Redx~ [b]Nickname:[/b] Red [b]Location:[/b] Washington [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Personality:[/b] Carrie is a very spicy girl, flirtacious and daring. Some of her RL friends would describe her as a firecracker, with a whiplash temper and quick to bounce back. She doesn?t get serious very often with boys, and when she does, she falls hard. Fortunately, it?s only happened once. Online, she?s known as very blunt, ironic, and pragmatic. Her sense of humor can become a little dirty, but she has a very random streak where she acts big-sisterish. [b]Appearance:[/b] When her friends call her Red, they mean it. Her hair is stop-sign red, naturally, cut short and shaggy around a heart-shaped face. Her mouth is plump and pouty, and often has an ironic quirk to one corner. Her eyes are a very expressive green, large and framed by pale red-yellow lashes. The bridge of her small nose is dusted heavily with light freckles, as are her arms and legs. She stands about five four, with an almost bird-like frame that is accented with gentle curves. Her ears are pierced twice, simple studs in the lobes and then one cuff at the top. She wears tight leather pants, and wrap-around shirts that flow around her like birds wings, along with sandals tying up the legs. [b]Bio:[/b] Born as the younger child of three, with two older brothers named Jason and Alex, Carrie was often spoiled rotten by her family. Indeed, eldest brother Jason spoiled her, too. She was born in Jacksonville, Florida, to Anita and Sam Donaldson, and they moved when Carrie was five. A very gifted and privelaged child was Carrie, with two dogs and three cats, her own room, and a big house all to herself when Jason got married at 21 (when she was 9) and Alex went to college at 19 (when she was 10). Her parents sent her to the best schools they could find, and catered to her every need. Although brought up this way, Carrie befriended Sara, a girl way less privelaged. She lived with only her mom, in a small apartment on the other side of town. When Sara had to go to public school, Carrie begged that she be allowed to go, too, so Sara would not be alone. As it turned out, Carrie liked public school much better than private school, and fit in much better. Her tastes turned from math to art, and she became the Visual Arts teacher?s, Mrs. Jerred, best student. However, shortly after Sara turned thirteen and shortly before Carrie?s thirteenth birthday, Sara was killed in a car accident. After the accident, Carrie became a little wilder and a little harder to control. She despised certain people with a passion, and her whole persona changed from sweet, smart girl to badass. She never went overboard, and soon swung back towards who she used to be. Still, she never let her anger die at the hit-and-run driver, and to this day holds a pure hatred for him. I hope this is long enough. ^_^ I haven't participated in an RPG in a long time, so this should give me a chance to freshen up.[/font][/size]

[size=1]Could someone make a banner with Ranma and cats piled on top of him? I don't know if they drew a picture like that, but just one with him in a pile of cats, maybe one of them being Shampoo. If you can't find one, then just one with him and kitty-Shampoo. I don't care about the color scheme, but please make it casual and kind of amusing. Playful, if you will. And please put my name at the bottom in a cute, sort of handwritten-looking font. Thanks so much to anyone who'll do this! Serendipity[/size]

[size=1][b]Distant and cruel, like the pounding waves on the rocks in the shallows, the pale moon?s rays beat at her blood. She reached out, stretching her fingertips to the indigo sky, hoping to brush the full, white orb. Her breath came shallow, heart beating like the wings of a moth. Her pupils widened until the hazel iris disappeared, and a whimper caught in her throat. She was lupine. She knew that. But she didn?t know why. With a scream that rent the night sky she fell to all fours. Her blood beat in her ears as her bones twisted and cracked, rearranging them selves in her body. Skin stretched taunt over her shoulders and across her spine as she became wholly wolf. Crimson fur sprouted along her flanks, up her neck, between her eyes. She snapped her jaws as her teeth became long and deadly, flexing the muscles that rippled beneath her skin. Flinging her head back, she let loose a howl that left nightmares simmering in the back corner of her mind, and everything became a blur of scent and movement?.[/b] Nikki woke quietly and slowly, as she always did. She rolled over and stared out the window into the street below and wondered. Why did that dream only come once a month? Never often enough to scare her, but often enough so she could not forget it. The sunlight barely made it through the clouds, giving the day a gray and gloomy feeling. With a sigh, she rolled out of bed and began her day. [I]?But through my tears breaks a blinding light Birthing a dawn to this endless night Arms outstretched, awaiting me An open embrace upon a bleeding tree Rest in me and I'll comfort you I have lived and I died for you Abide in me and I vow to you I will never forsake you?[/I] Stepping out of the shower, the young woman sighed. This song always seemed to play on the mornings after the dream. Nikki shot a glare at the stereo from across the room. She shook her shaggy head, water droplets flying away from her. Slipping into the first pair of jeans and a T-shirt she could find, she headed for the kitchen. Sitting at her counter with a cup of coffee in her hands, she pondered. What did it mean? Was it important, if it meant anything at all? Or was she messing with herself? A scratch at her door caused her head to snap up. There was a wuffling sound, and then a small whine. Once again came the scratching, and Nikki?s blood ran cold. Setting down the cup, she slipped off the stool and went to the door. As she laid her hand on the doorknob, whatever was on the other side of the door fell silent. Her fingers tingled as she twisted the handle slowly and pulled the door open. ?Hello.? Here?s the deal. Four citizens of the beautiful city of Larson have been having dreams depicting themselves changing into wolves. All lead relatively normal lives, although different from one another. Up until the point, that is, where they are visited by a woman. They feel as if they have known her their whole lives. And when she isn?t around, a large wolf-like dog is seen following them ? although not by they themselves. Then changes begin to happen. Slowly, at first, but as the full moon approaches they become more and more apparent. They begin to become particularly wolfish. They begin to wonder why, and wonder how they can stop this woman from changing their entire city ? mayhap their entire race ? into bloodthirsty werewolves. I hope this doesn?t seem too standard or too adventure-istic. And don?t worry, there are more than five parts. I could use some normal people ? maybe the victims? friends or family, although they can be complete strangers ? who will help with this investigation. After all, depending on how things go, they might become contaminated, too. They just don?t have the dreams(yet). I?m hoping not to allow this to turn too magical and stay rather science fiction-ish, but if it does don?t worry about it. I won?t set a limit on sign ups. Sign up if you want and I will sort through them. Oh, and I?m playing Nikki. The werewolf woman is free, but PM me, I have only a few details for you. Thanks! [b]Name[/b]: [b]Gender[/b]: [b]Age[/b]: [This can be anywhere from seven to? let?s set the limit at 80] [b]Appearance[/b]: [Can be a picture or description] [b]Sample[/b]: [A writing sample. I would like them to have your character?s particular dream.] I do hope everyone enjoys this. I'll put Nikki up after I see if anyone is interested. Have fun![/size]

[size=1]I'm looking for a small banner - preferably short and long - with a dragon on it - preferably a dragon more of the winged-snake type, with dark colors. I would like the background to be dark, with the dragon almost seeming to blend in, and silver motes of color around it. Please do not put the dragons head in the banner, save that for the avatar by itself. Mainly I want dark and silver colors. On the banner, just put serendipity (do not capitalize, please). Thank you very, very much to anyone who will do this! Serendipity[/size]

[size=1][color=red]Thank you so much, Raya! ^_^ I really like them; they're better than I had hoped for. Thanks again! Skye[/size][/color]

[size=1]Well, since my computer is now behaving a little more and the homework load has balanced, I'm going to be on OB more often. :) So I figured I would ask for a new banner and ava set. I'm looking for a snowy, Christmas-y feeling set featuring Fai (the white-haired dude) and the Time Witch. Only specs are my name in the bottom right hand corner, and "Merry Christmas!" on it - preferably in cursive/scrolling gold font. ^_^ Thank you very much to anyone who will do this for me! Skye[/size]

[b]Name:[/b] Mori Kirari [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Ninja Warrior Ancestor:[/b] Mori Inanna - [url=http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/3-7.htm]Picture[/url] [b]Description:[/b] [url=http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/9-6.htm]Kirari[/url] [b]Background:[/b] Kirari-san tends to flow away form people, different, but in a good way. She always leaves a trail of adolescent boys in her wake, and with never a backward glance. None of them interest her, and if they did, she wouldn't choose them unless she loved them. Hardcore and sweet to the bone is Kirari, although her sudden ruthless temper and sharp wit have earned her the nickname Quicksilver.

[size=1]Forgiveness couldn't believe that Honor and Joy would just stand to the side and let Anger and Fear rule Calon as they would. It broke her heart to see her beloved young man broken and tangled in his own emotions like this. She ran to catch up with Calon, but stopped when Anger stepped in front of her and looked down at her disapprovingly. Forgiveness slowed down and kept back, but watched Fear with sadness. Hope came next to her and swung her up to rest on his shoulder. She rested her hand on his head. [b]Forgiveness -[/b] "Hope, why doesn't Calon fight them? And why does he let those men treat him like that?" Hope was silent, thinking of an answer he could give her. His steady strides told her that he did have one, but he just had to figure out how to tell her. She continued to stroke his hair back from his forehead as they followed Anger, Fear, and Calon. [b]Hope -[/b] "Calon has had all of us around him since he was small, Forgiveness. He never built up the resistance against Anger and Fear, but we have to be thankful that he didn't block us out completely." Forgiveness was quiet again. Up ahead, Anger had a hold on Calon again, only this time he was fighting with Fear and Shame. Honor glared at them from a distance, and muttered insults. Forgiveness had lost sight of Joy, and knew Calon had given up on her. Forgiveness heaved a heavy sigh and the two continued on their way, carefully never letting Calon and the fiercer emotions out of their sight.[/size]

[size=1]Hey, Alice. Yes, I said I would sign up. ANd I still will. ^_^; I just have been preoccupied. But now -aha!- that we are on Intersession, I shoul dhave plenty of time.. when I'm not tormenting my bf's brbother and hanging out. V_V But I will sign up! Stephanie[/size]

*chuckles* Roxie apparently doesn't remember Skye. Ah, well. *grins* Si, se habla espanol porquito mui buen. (IOW, I speak a little spanish very well. Atleast, that's the best I can do.) Most of the Spanish I know I got from my mother because she spoke it to me when I was little. I'm not even due ot take Spanish till next semester. I know a few phrases, words, and whatnot, although I'm horrible at writing it. V_V *wracks her brain* Let me see... te amo la cabesa rojo mui buen! *hopes she got this right, although she's just guessing* ^_^ I also tend to piece together words I know and make them into sentences - although my sentence structure is also horrible. PM me, si? Methinks we're straying off-subject. Yeah, it's a great way to celebrate the dead, and it's fun. It takes a lot of the fear out of the holiday, and out of the idea of greeting spirits.

Oh, yay, a topic bout my favorite holiday! I adore Halloween. I adore trick-or-treating, dressing up - and I will continue to do both until I'm too old to walk, because, after all, who wants to pass up the chance to get free candy? Anyway, I love Samhain, too, and I have actually meditated on that night. 0.0; I got some pretty disturbing dreams that night, let me tell ya what. But, as the veil is thin, it was pretty much obvious what was going to happen. But perhaps, although Samhain, trick-or-treating, and all that jazz, is fun, I have to say that the Dia De Los Muertos is my favorite of them all. At church, we decorate the sanctuary in gold and browns, black and orange. We set up tables with photos of deceased loved ones, and we bring things that were dear to them - their favorite foods, things that represented what they enjoyed in life. And my favorite part of all of it is seeing the windows, the tables, the altar, covered in marigolds. I love walking through the doors, greeted by the spicy scent, the warm, comforting colors. And the story-telling - that is something I can never forget. Our elders tell stories of the beloved dead, stories of the Day of the Dead. And then we feast. We set out places, and extra places, inviting our ghost friends in to feast with us. And sometimes, you can even feel them there, smiling, laughing, being alive again, for as long as it lasts. It is an amazing experience.[/size]

[size=1]*grins* Actualy, Ryli, I found out later that was part of the problem. ^_^ PMS is so the issue. ^_~ Hey, Gavin! *hugs* Much luv, and thank you. I feel loved already. *grins at Nomura* I do that sometimes. I also have a tendancy to whack my boyfriend in the head with my Algebra book, but that's usually only when he decides he wants to fall asleep in class. *chuckles* Rifle: I totally understand. And I sympathize. As everyone else has said, if you want to talk, just drop me a PM. I'm open. *is eager to hear more*[/size]

[QUOTE=sakurasuka][CENTER][SIZE=1]ACK!!! @@ I accidentally made it 400x100 BEFORE I added the border... Crap... Well, here's one that's the correct size. Sorry 'bout that! [img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/unmei_shinpai/fm012.png[/img][/SIZE][/CENTER][/QUOTE] Pwee, thank you so much!

[size=1]O.O Wowza. That kind of went faster then I thought it would. ^-^ Yeah, I kind of understand that. (*Pokes everyone* And don't think this is simply meant for a pity-party - I'm looking for other's who've broken down completely, not sympathy.) Jamie: yeah, probably. Besides the fact that I'm getting up at five every morning, and with more homework than I'm used to.. ;_; I feel like I could scream sometimes, y'know? visual: Actually, although many people who've been on OB a while, and know me, I've been homeschooled for a good two and a half years, and just recently I got back into public school - starting highschool. I forgot how many new members we get, and since I've been away for two months... well, you get it. ^_^;[/size]

[size=1]I started highschool this year, and so far, I've begun crying for no reason at all in the middle of class twice now. I was wondering if any of you still in highschool have had any extremely embarassing brreakdowns or if you had so many it became a regular thing? On Friday, I was all happy and friendly until fourth period. Knocking out my first worksheet in Algebra, I suddenly was overwhelmed with a sudden urgency to cry. I put my head down and covered my head with my hood, and I began to cry. Everytime someone would touch me, I would flinch away, and everytime someone tried to get me to look up I would say something rude and uncalled for. Now, I'm not known for depression, so this really worried my friends. At one point, one guy asked who was under the "carpet" (I was wearing one of those fuzzy wool jackets), and it really pissed my boyfriend off. I was pretty moody the rest of the day. Anyone ever had a moment like that?[/size]

Those are awesome, sakura! ^_^ Anyone else can still submit, I'l wait a day or two. But this is really nice, I like it a lot. EDIT: Ack! I tried to get he banner, and it's too tall. It's too tall by only four pixels! V_V

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Forgiveness [b]Gender:[/b] Feminine [b]Age:[/b] NA [b]Appearance:[/b] Unlike most of the other emotions, Forgiveness has a set form, one that she chose a long time ago. She is about the height of a seven year old child, with a rosy face, heart-shaped, and a kind, always forgiving smile. Her eyes are large and round, and the deep, rich purple of a plum. Framing her lovely young face is a curtain of chestnut curls, falling neatly to her waist, never bound back. She wears a skirt that falls to her ankles in the same purple as her eyes, patterned with lavender flowers, and a white button-up shirt that she leaves tucked in. Her feet are always bare, and they are tiny feet indeed. [b]Personality:[/b] As her name implies, she is very forgiving. Although childish and sometimes shy, Forgiveness is always there for Calon when he needs her, and when she isn't helping Calon, she is clinging to Hope. She follows him around as if he was her father, or older brother maybe. She is sneered at and made fun of by the other emotions, especially Anger. Still, whenever she is made fun of, she merely smiles and tells them she forgives them. She is incapable of hating anyone, and whever someone makes a mistake in what they mean to do, she is there to reassure them and tell them she is not angry with them. However, like Hope, she has a hard time reaching Calon, and often sneaks in and talks to him when Anger and the others are busy. [b]Writing Sample:[/b] Anger had finally subsided. Forgiveness looked around, and managed to spot the limp form of Calon, slumped against a wall and shaking. Even from her spot across the room, she could see he was crying. A dead man lay on the floor at his feet, and a knife was held limply in one hand. She waited until Anger turned his attention to something else and then she crept over to the devastated man. Somehow she got him to sit down, and then she crawled in his lap. Curling her small legs up under her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her cheek against his. Forgiveness smiled at him, placing her forehead against his, and looking straight into his eyes. Calon felt he could get lost in their rich purple depths, and she smiled encouragingly. [b]Forgiveness -[/b] "Don't let Anger bring you down, Calon. No matter what you do, I will always be here, and I will always forgive you. Killing that man did nothing to who you are. Don't let that hurt you. I forgive you. Hope is there, just within your reach, if you would talk to him. We want to help. We love you, Calon." Hearing the shuffle of Anger's feet behind her, she slipped out of Calon's lap and back to the floor, walking back over to where Hope stood, looking dejected, although there was a hint of a smile on his face. She stood next to him and slipped her hand into his, leaning against his familiar warmth. Then, she simply smiled. Meh, not very long, but I think it brings my point across. What do you think, ULX?[/size]

All righty then. I'm wanting a banner and avatar set using the picture attached, and the only thing I have specific is I want my name in the bottom corner of the avatar, and the words "I hurt when you leave... so deep runs my love." All other specifics (font, border, size) is up to you. Thanks muchly! Little Raven

[size=1]Ack! ^.^, I'm sorry, my computer is totally messing up. I've had to put my own RPG on hold, and I'm going to have to say I have to drop my part, too. V_V Plus I have homework I'm supposed to be doing (on the weekend), and I'm not likely to have to time to do anything this week. I am very sorry! Skye[/size]

[size=1]You might think, when you hear it said aloud, that my name isn't all that special... until you see how it's spelled. :) Rennolds. Yes, two n's, no y. I have a friend named Stephanie, and her last name is Brogan. WHich is wierd. And my other friend is named Kalea, pronounced Kaylee, or Kalie. ^_^; And then there's my friend Alia Wiesand, which no one can spell right, and I have had a teacher named Schussel. ^_^;[/size]

[size=1]OOC: Sorry for no info till now. ^_^; I?ve been busy, and thought I?d give you something to keep you occupied. This post is much longer. Andy emerged from the bathing room an hour later wrapped in a towel, and happily pink. Quietly she made it back upstairs, and slipped into a room. The room was occupied with a twin-sized featherbed, centered on the back wall, which had a mural of the forest surrounding the cottage. Closing the door behind her, she noticed a small, oak door harp hanging off the back, and she smiled. On either side of the bed were night tables, with lamps. And, in the window over the head of the bed, was a dream catcher of white leather, white and gold feathers, and black beads. The bed had a woven black and gold blanket folded at the end, and sitting at the end of the bed was a trunk. She opened it curiously, and found inside clothing. She pulled out a pair of tawny, skin-tight britches, and a loose white shirt and vest. Setting them aside, she grabbed a loose, flowing nightgown, and happily slipped it on. Moments later, she was in the bed and asleep. Some time later, she was awoken by the smell of cinnamon and oranges, and she blinked groggily to look at the side table. Sitting on it was a mug and a plate of cinnamon rolls. She sat up with a yawn, and began eating. A little while later, she made her way to the kitchen, dressed in the clothes she had laid aside earlier. She had her black hair clipped back carefully, and she glanced about nervously. She sat down at the table and waited. Momentarily, the rest joined her. Maria sat next to her, between she and Michael, and on her other side was Candy, with Drew on her other side. Cissa and Kirra joined them. Kirra smiled as she saw what they all wore, but frowned slightly as she saw Andy. The other two girls wore skirts, while Andy?s outfit was a little more boyish. Then the elf shrugged. ?[b]Everyone, get comfortable. This is going to take a while to explain.[/b]? ?[b]First, some back-up story so you know what?s been going on. This world is called Faeryworld by all, and respectively other things depending on the race. We elves call it Tihall, meaning Magic Calm. Unfortunately, Tihall has become Tiwren, meaning Magic Chaos. Most of the world is forest, that we know of, with the occasional field spanning it, and to the north, there is the largest field and the kingdom of Lirar. Lirar is the largest kingdom other than the forest, and lately, things have been going on there. The weather is controlled by how the King or Queen is feeling, physically, and lately, the sky has been black and it storms every night. We know that this is not natural. In fact, the current Queen is very healthy, and her citizens have been fine. SO someone must be in the castle, working from within, and creating this weather. We have lost many people to these storms. But that isn?t all. Animals and children are disappearing in the night, and when they show up, their bodies are sucked dry, or are walking dead. Something is going on, and we need you.[/b]? Kirra turned her eyes on the young people sitting at the table. ?[b]For each of you have an indispensable quality. Candy, you are a Dreamer. Your dreams tell you things no one would know, and this is valuable. Everything you have ever dreamed has had a purpose, and now I will ask you to remember those dreams. Drew, you are a swift thinker. Logic has no boundaries in your mind. Not only that, you are skilled in weapons our world has never known. Maria, you are a Searcher. Your powers have not yet surfaced, but they are budding. You find things without meaning to, and that is the way I know you are a Searcher. You will become able to find places, people, just by being told they are lost. Andy, you are a Healer. Yes, a Healer.[/b]? she confirmed when Andy gave her a look. ?[b]You mend things. Not people, I?m afraid to say, but plants, animals, and objects. A touch and something will become unbroken. And Michael?[/b]? The whole room got quiet. Kirra was staring straight at him. ?[b]You, young one, are a Tyfling. You can change shapes, and morph things into the shapes you want them in. This is a great power, and the most signifigant.[/b]? Everyone was glancing at one another. Kirra smiled softly. ?[b]Now I must show you something. Close your eyes.[/b]? Each did so. The smell of burning flowers and iced dirt invaded their senses, and with a sudden sense of calmness, each dropped into a trance. Andy felt a weird sensation take over her. She opened her eyes, and suddenly she was up in the air. She couldn?t control what she was seeing. She was in a bird?s body, she knew, from the way the images were coming in, but what bird, she didn?t know. The bird circled over a scene that made her sick. Below them lay the ruins of a small village. It was flooded, and the small thatch roofs were burned. In the middle, people were gathered ? no, Andy corrected herself, bodies. A hundred of them. Mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons. And riding off in a cloud of dust was a lone rider on a pony of coal black, and the rider was dressed in black.[/size] OOC: All right, I apologize, but I?ve been busy. ^_^; Once you trance, you will go to a scene seen by animals eyes. Not the same animal, mind you. And you will all see something gruesome or sad, or sickeningly joyful, and the black rider will be in it. Be creative.