ℊeneral - First things first, follow Gaia’s Tos. It’s not like you weren't before but I must remind you. Also, because I created this roleplay, I am the Goddess of it. In turn, you must bow down, peasant. Just joking, not. I’m not evil so I’m not going to be bossing you around 24/7. Anyways, back to other important matters. No cybering. This roleplay is rated 14-A; after the clothes come off, you do this thing called time-skip. Speaking of time-skip, if you are going to be away for more than a week, tell me so I don’t have to message you about posting. Please post at least once every three - four days. If you are still reading this part, then you will now be informed that in the ooc thread you can drop some ideas for plot twists and other things that will make the roleplay more interesting.
ℒiteracy - This roleplay is semi-literate to literate. This means I expect at the least two paragraphs. Whether you are writing seven or two paragraphs, I expect proper spelling and grammar. I understand if you misspell some words - no one is perfect - but there is such a thing as spellcheck. Also, please keep any ooc comments in the ooc thread or at the end of your own post. Cursing is cool. I’m good with cursing. Last, but not least, make your posts a bit pretty - I'm a sucker for nice layouts. No blinding colours.
ℒocation - This roleplay is set in a kingdom called Vaeria. You have your farmers and peasants, then you have your castle where the important people live. Anyways, there is all kinds of s**t loads of s**t to do in this place.
℘rofiles - Send in your reserve before your profile. If you send in a reserve, I will give you three days before I open the role you wanted again. And, because I want everyone to have a fair chance at getting the role they want, you may have up to two characters for now. No Mary-sues or Gary Stus because they are just annoying. I don’t want to deal with that in this roleplay. If part of the strangers, title your reserve “Amnesia” and title your profile “Nope”. If you are part of the familiars, title your reserve "Short term" and title your profile "Long term".
[color=white][size=15][color=COLOUR1]████████ ☠[/color][STRIKE][color=BLACK] [b][color=COLOUR2]NAME[/color][/b][/color][/STRIKE][/size][/color]
[size=11][color=white]xxxxxxxxxx[/color][color=COLOUR1]( ` [/color] [color=COLOUR2]AGE; if stranger, based on previous human life so between 14 & 21[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=white]xxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][color=COLOUR1]( ` [/color] [color=COLOUR2]ROLE; ex the archer or the fiance[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=white]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][color=COLOUR1]( ` [/color] [color=COLOUR2]RACE; ex griffin or human (make sure that it matches the one given for the role you choose[/color][/size]
[color=color1]●[/color] [color=COLOUR2]ADJECTIVE 1[/color] [color=COLOUR1]●[/color] [color=COLOUR2]ADJECTIVE 2[/color] [color=color1]●[/color]
[size=10][color=COLOUR1]Ðon't you know who I am ? :: [/color][/size] [size=10][color=COLOUR2]First & Last Name; Middle name is optional[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR1]You're as blind as a bat! ::[/color][/size][size=10][color=COLOUR2] Gender and race[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR1]Age is but a number. :: [/color][/size][size=10][color=COLOUR2]Age[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR1]I am :: [/color][/size][size=10][color=COLOUR2]ex. the archer or the fiance[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR1]Do you want me to kick your butt? :: [/color][/size][size=10][color=COLOUR2]Special Skills/Powers. If you were once a wee human, but now you have skills and powers, especially if you aren't human. If you are human, then you just have skills[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR2]I'm not a robot, I'm my own person! :: [/color][/size][size=10][color=COLOUR1]Personality[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR2]Do you really want to compare my life to yours? ::[/color][/size] [size=10][color=COLOUR1]Biography. If you are a stranger, then go on about your previous human life[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR2]Heaven on Earth! ::[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR2]Get it away from me! ::[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=COLOUR2]Please don't say anything! ::[/color][/size] [size=10][color=COLOUR1]Who you like; n/a if your character doesn't like anyone yet[/color][/size]
ᚦ ᛖ x ᚱ ᛖ ᛚ ᚪ ᛏ ᛁ ᚰ ᛋ ᚻ ᛁ ᛈ ᛋx-xt h e x r e l a t i o n s h i p s
Dating - ლ
Mutual - ღ
One-sided crush - ➸
Friendship - ☆
One-sided hate - ↛
Mutual Hate - ☠
before the strangers came
The Knightess ☆ The Archer ☆ The Knife-Thrower
The Knight ➸ The Knightess
The Knightess ↛ The Knight
The Knightess ☠ The Princess, The Fiancé
The Knight ☆ The Knife-Thrower
The Knight ☆ The Fiancé
The Peasant ➸/☆ The Griffin ☆ The Wizard
The Apprentice ➸/☆ The Wizard
The Princess ლ The Fiancé
The Princess ☆ The Apprentice
The Thief ☆ The Jester ☆ The Knife-Thrower
The Thief ☠ The Knight, The Knightess, The Princess, The Fiancé
Anastasia could only remember being pulled towards something. She obviously couldn't see what it was; you know, being blind and all. But she just remembered feeling as though something was radiating and pulling her like magnet.
She must have passed out after that. Perhaps she was just weaker than usual today and didn't realize. That would explain it.
But it doesn't explain the sudden change of the floor beneath her. Last she remembered she was in her kitchen, where the floor was cold and tiled. Her kitchen floor definitely didn't feel like grass. And there was definitely no window open for there to be the sound of chirping birds resonating around her.
She sat up, not opening her eyes. What difference would it make? She was blind. It's not like she could see either way.
Anastasia started feeling around her surroundings. She was most certainly not in her kitchen anymore. There was a tree behind her so she was under shade, which was good because she burnt easily.
She was crawling away from the tree now, hoping that she would be able to find her way back into her house. Her backyard felt very similar to this.
That's when she noticed something different:
There was light coming through her eyelids. She could see light. It wasn't complete darkness.
Immediately she opened her eyes. She could see! She didn't even care about where she was! All that mattered was that she could see!
She could see the tall green grass rising higher and higher as the meadow transcended into the forest. She could see the tree she had previously been under. She could see the blue sky and white clouds over head. She could see and that was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
"Mom! Dad! Come quick! I want to see your faces!" she shouted.
The adrenaline of having her sight even managed to obscure her common sense.
She wasn't home and she wouldn't be seeing her parents.
Her breathing was heavy and her forehead was clad with sweat. She couldn't remember the last time she was this angry.
Three years later and the royals finally figured out why someone like him wound up dead. It took three years for someone to step forward and give a motive. The motive that had led to his death.
Why was she angry at this? Well, because not only was she not the only victim, but also the fact that it all brought back stifled memories.
Then there was the course the investigation was now taking. They could now narrow down the number of possible suspects. More specifically, females between 14 and 20. They were asking for victims to step forward, and quite a few did.
Now one of them was probably going to be charged and put in a dungeon because Scarlett refused to come forward and admit to what happened to her three years ago. She had kept it in the dark for so long that even the thought of telling anyone terrified her.
So when they came to ask if any of her friends had told her anything after the crimes he'd done came to light, she shook her head and said no. And that was it. And she was glad. They hadn't suspected her. Of course they didn't. She was too strong. Too skilled. If someone tried anything, she would have broken both their hands.
But when it happened three years ago, she wasn't able to do that.
Here she was now, slicing away at targets with her best sword. Angry as hell because they didn't suspect her. Because someone else was going to be accused. And because her mind was bothering her again with flashbacks.
Scarlett sighed, putting her sword in its sheath. "Where is everyone?" She asked herself. "Everyone's usually here by now, practicing with their own toys."
Scarlett walked off. She would find them. In her head, she worked out all the possible things that could be holding them up. All the places they liked to hide in when they were kids. All the places they wandered to often.
At the gates leading into the kingdom and its village, Scarlett knelt down, brushing her fingers over the gravel. There were fresh prints. Multiple ones. She recognized the barefoot ones of Anastasia and followed suit. They led straight into the meadow.
That's when she spotted them. Six people laying down in the meadow. Anastasia was the first to pop her head up. She was acting strange. Anastasia never cried.
Then Scarlett saw the griffin come and then she saw MacGregor.
She groaned. That guy always pushed her buttons, but she still found it odd that he hadn't been practicing and pissing her off at the same time earlier. After all, all knights train in the mornings. Scarlett always stayed longer than them.
"Hey! MacGregor! Where were you this morning?" She shouted, walking towards him.