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 Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:29 am
{( Yes, you have to read all of it... )}
"No... NO! Please, don't do this." Zanil begged, tears in her frightened gray eyes, falling down her cheeks in wet tracks to patter softly on the floor. Her long coffee coloured hair cascaded around her shoulders, adding to her disheveled look. "I can pay you, anything you want, just please don't kill me..!"
The black-shrouded figure sighed. "I don't want your money, my lady. I have enough of my own." Slowly, the man's arm raised, and in his hand the shiny silver of a gun shone quietly in the dimly lit room.
"Then why! Why are you doing this?! I've been a good queen, haven't I? I'll do anything you say, I don't want to die," Queen Zanil pleaded helplessly, knowing her time was coming to a close, and that there was nothing she could do about it.
The man growled impatiently. "Enough of your caterwauling, Zanil. Get up." The woman sobbed and rose shakily to her feet, blood coursing out of the wound on her shoulder, making her sway with dizzyness. Weak. How he detested weakness. When he'd first met her, she'd been so strong, so confident, had never begged or demeaned herself. She'd known her place. Time had softened her, he decided, and if a ruler went soft, so did their kingdom. He would despose of her.
Once the queen was on the balcony, the man took aim, directly at her heart. "Your children are as soft as you are, Zanil, so don't worry; you won't be alone for long." He fired, and blood blossomed on the queen's chest. Her wide, staring eyes were still fixed on him when he walked over and bent to close them. Disapointment ripped at King Effry; he'd had such high hopes when he'd married her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:31 am
"... regret to inform you, Queen Zanil dar Qal is dead." The man said into the camera. All over the country of Danagar, people reacted; some were shocked, some were enraged, some couldn't believe it - all of them mourned. Queen Zanil had been one of the greatest queens in the entire history of their little country. The poor king! How would he manage? And the children! Oh, the poor dears. They were barely adults, and they had enough pressure on them already... people hushed as the report continued.
"... was murdered. She was discovered this morning by Crown Prince Quinnai, shot through the heart..." The poor prince! Most people cried openly now; everyone loved Prince Quinn. "... incess Tarana into seclusion. Private funeral services will be held on the equinox, followed by a public wake, for all those who wish to mourn Queen Zanil..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:32 am
"No." Crown Prince Quinnai shook his head. "No. Mother was just killed, and you're sending me away? I don't care if you are the king, Father, you cannot send me away and force me to miss her funeral." The words were spoken softly, but with quiet rage. How dare he!
"Quinn, you're in danger. If you don't go, I'm afraid they'll get you, too. I couldn't bear to lose you, as well." Effry stared at the boy - he didn't even think of Quinnai as his son - with cold eyes, belying the worry his tone conveyed.
Quinn was no fool; he knew his father cared nothing for him. There was a reason the king wanted him gone, Quinnai just couldn't figure out what it was. "And what of Tarana? Am I just supposed to leave her here? She's as much of a target as you or I. No, I am not leaving. I will stay and face this, as I should. It is not the first time I have been threatened, and I doubt it will be the last. I will not look weak in the eyes of my people."
"They're not your people, boy!" The king roared, slamming his fist down on the table. "They're mine, as you are, as Tarana is, and as such, you will do as I say!" Effry was red in the face, outraged that Quinnai would defy him.
"Quinn, Father's right." Tarana put in quietly, her dark eyes censuring. "You need to go, just for a little while. You'll be safer, Brother."
"Tar-" He began to protest, but Effry cut him off.
"Listen to her, boy. For once, she says something useful."
Quinn ground his teeth, hating the way Effry treated Tarana, using her as if she was something stupid or expendible. "Alright, fine. I will go. But I will not leave until after Mother's funeral. Is that acceptible, Your Majesty?" He spat out the title, standing stiffly.
"It will have to do. You need to learn obedience, and respect for your betters, boy. And stop being such a p***y and start acting like a man. Now get out of here. Not you, girl!" He bellowed when they both made for the door. "I need to speak to you."
Apprehension lined Princess Tarana's face as she nodded for Quinn to go on ahead. "Yes, Father?"
He sat silently for over ten minutes, moodily stroking his beard. Finally, he spoke; "You will take his place. While he is gone, you will be Prince Quinnai, so that people don't realize he's gone."
"I'm confused. Why don't yo-"
"SILENCE! You are a woman, and that makes you are stupid." He enunciated each word carefully, like she wouldn't understand if he spoke too quickly. "You don't need to know, you just need to do it! You will obey me in this, or you will suffer the consequences. Do you understand me?" She said nothing. Effry jumped up from his chair and backhanded her, sending her flying. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!"
"Yes!" Tarana whispered, tears filling her eyes, her hand covering the bruise already forming on the side of her mouth; it wasn't the first time Effry had struck her, but it was the first time the wound was where she wouldn't be able to hide it.
"Good." Effry settled back into his chair, a pleasant smile on his face. "Get out of my sight, you remind me of Zanil, that stupid cow. She was just like you.."
The words faded as the princess fled the room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:35 am
Quinnai stared out the window, into the darkness; night had fallen hours ago, and the procession of cars had just reached the border of Danagar. The cars were stopped, all his bodyguards save one outside, examining the Zenorian vehicles that were to take Quinn to his final destination. Quinnai sighed and leaned back against the seat, his eyes closed; he was thinking back to this morning. His mother's funeral had been horrible - the quiet, somber nobles; Tarana silently weeping, the bruise on her face concleaed by a black veil; Effry, the perfect picture of a bereft husband; the priest, rattling on about how quiet and reserved and majestic Zanil had been... horrible. Zanil hadn't been any of those things, not with Quinn. She had been bright. Vibrant. Loving. Alive.
BANG.
The sound was followed by several more shots; the window shattered and the man beside Quin slumped to the side, the upper part of his head gone - no, not gone, splattered on the car seat, the remaining windows, and Quinnai. The prince ducked, opened the door, intent on getting away.
"Go! Nalo, take the prince and get out of here!" Ta'shik, the most experienced of his men, shouted. Rough hands encircled Quinnai's arms and he was jolted to the left. "Sorry, Your Highness, but you have to go." Quinn was shoved into the Zenorian car, quickly followed by Ta'shik; the vehicle raored to life and sped away from the ambush, into Zeno.
"Are you alright, Your Highness?" Nalo's eyes flicked over Quinnai, doing a cursory inspection.
"I'm fine, Nalo; drive!" Headlights pierced the darkness in the car; they were being followed, and their persuers were quickly gaining. Nalo shot out the back window and started shooting, trying to buy them time; Quinn grabbed the gun. "Drive, dammit!" He took aim, fired; the other car slammed into the back of theirs' making them swerve.
Quinn fired again, taking out the windsheild of the other vehicle. Several things happened at once: the driver of the car bashed their tail again, making Quinnai's bullet hit it's mark. The driver shouted something, then slowed down. Nalo lost control of their car and careened into a tree. Quinn's head smashed through the window and he was thrown from the car. The angry red glow of the fire was the last thing he saw before the darkness swallowed him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:37 am
"You will do this, or your family is finished. Dead. If Tarana is still alive by tomorrow morning, then you bear the consequences. Do I make myself clear, Ashiihan?" Effry glared at the expressionless young man, knowing he would obey his every order if it meant saving his brother, his sister-in-law, and their children.
"Yes, Your Magesty," He intoned, his voice giving nothing away. His head snapped to the side when the king's hand connected with his face. He kept his head turned, keeping the hatred in his eyes hidden.
"You will do this. If something happens like the last time, it will not be you who bears what happens; it will be sweet little Kirakka." Ashiihan's heart lurched at the thought of his niece; she was barely twelve, and Ashi had always loved her best. The mere mention of her ensured that Tarana would not live out the night.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:39 am
"Your Highness, how are you holding up?" Makoy Delav asked, holding out his microphone. Princess Tarana looked at him, a sad smile curving her lips upward.
"The death of my mother has come as a blow, to say the least, but my family is pullnig together to get through this. My father especially has been a great support in this." People nodded sympathetically.
"How is Princess Tarana doing?" Another reporter called from the back of the room.
"Not to well, I'm afraid. She's taking Mother's death rather hard; she was closest to her, after all." Tarana had to choke back tears, wishing actually was alone.
"Would you say-" Delav was cut off.
"I'm sorry, but the prince has pressing mattes to attend to. We have to cut the interview short, and for that we apologise." The little PR man said, sounding anything but sorry. Tarana sighed, happy it was over; she hated being in the spotlight, and she hated everything she'd had to do these last few days. All the changes she'd had to make. She was completely drained; she missed her mother.
The PR man directed her to go to her father. She waited in his receiving rooms, anxious; she knew he wouldn't hit her, as he couldn't risk seriously damaging her just yet, but the verbal abuse was just as bad, if not worse. Briefly, she wondered how a man like him had ever managed to retain his titles, but he was a very good actor. Effry could make people see what they wanted to se--
"I told you! You are to act like the boy! At all times, you are to be that insipid little jackass. You are not Tarana. She is dead to you." Effry sighed; he should've known this would be to much for her. She had never exibited any mental strength, no proficiency in anything but those stupid little books she held so dear. Why was she such a simpleton? "Never mind; get to your room and stay there!" He needed her to be in her room; Ashiihan was waiting for her there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:15 pm
Ashi shut his eyes; he didn't want to kill her. She'd never done anything wrong. He wasn't a killer. How could he go through with this? He knew Tarana - he'd watched her, always watched her, even after Effry had taken him from the kitchen and made him into what he was; an assasin. She was beautiful, inside and out, and he had to snuff her quiet light in order to save Kirakka. Could he do it?
His thoughts were cut off when the door opened. Tarana walked in, her har short, dressed like a man. Ashiihan blinked. She looked exactly like Quinnai! He was confused. He knew this was Tarana's room; why was the prince here? It didn't make any sense...
Tarana sighed, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective hug. Why did Effry hate her so? What had she ever done to deserve this hell? She brushed a hand through her hair and took off the suit jacket, draping it over the bed before unbuttoning the starched white shirt. Once it was off, she grimaced at the corset designed to keep her breasts hidden. It was uncomfortable, but she didn't dare take it off.
Her outfit was changed to sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, and she was about to sit at her desk when she heard a faint click. She turned, then froze, a scream rising in her throat. The man stood there, gun raised pointed at her. Tarana scrambled away until her back was pressed up against the wall. She stared at him, watching silently as he edged closer.
"I want you to know that I'm sorry, Princess. I don't want to do this," Ashiihan said, his eyes intent on her's. "I have to. Your father holds things over me that I can't break away from, no matter how much I wish I could." Briefly, he looked away from her; Tarana siezed her chance. Her hand fumbled around, catching on the back of a chair. Swiftly, she brought it up. Catching the movement, Ashi's eyes flew back to her and he raised an arm, but not in time to save himself. The chair came crashing down on his head, and he crumpled to the ground without a sound, blood pooling around his head. Tarana refused to be finished as her mother was.
Despite what would happen to him, to his family, Ashiihan was glad he hadn't killed her; his last thought before he lost conciousness was, Too bad he couldn't protect her from whoever Effry sent next.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:16 pm
"She's not dead, Ashiihan an Essara. Why isn't she dead?" Effry's voice was dangerously calm, icy cold, and coming from somewhere to his left. Ashi couldn't see him through the thin slits of his eyes; they were too bruised to allow him anything but a blurry glimps, and he was unable to defend himself from the continuous attacks.
"I make a simple request, not too much work, and how hard it it to take out one simple, pathetic little girl-child? Not very hard," He sounded perfectly reasonable, like he was telling a child why they needed to wash, not like he was overseeing the torture of one of his assasins. "Anyone could do it. And yet-" Ashiihan bit his tongue, drawing blood, refusing to cry out when a knee suddenly hit him in the stomach. He spat, ridding his mouth of the copper taste of blood, and stared silently ahead of him; it enraged Effry that he could get no response, no pleading, nothing, exactly as he'd trained Ashiihan to do. "And yet you fail. But don't worry, Dog. No matter how long it takes, another will succeed. She will die, and so will Kirakka dar Atani."
Even that would not rip a sound from Ashi. He closed his eyes and ground his teeth, knowing that sooner or later, this would have come. Sooner or later, he would have done something to anger Effry, and his family would have payed. The knowledge of it didn't decrease the pain.
"... think we'll have Tarana care for you, so that you don't die before you're sentenced to execution. Shame on you, trying to kill a member of the royal family!" Effry was still talking, though Ashiihan wasn't listening until the king used Tarana's name. "Imagine, having to look into the eyes princess you love so well and know she hates you because you tried to kill her." Effry smiled.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:18 pm
He sat up suddenly, looking wildly around for a second before the pain hit him. He clutched at his head and snapped his eyes closed, trying to shut out the dizzyness, but it didn't work. The world swam around him, making him feel like he was drowning, and there wasn't a lifeline in sight. Slowly, very slowly, the dizzyness left, and he opened his eyes. Everything around him looked unfamiliar, strange, and his body screamed at him, wanting to be released into the soothing black of unconciousness again.
Jackhammers ripped at his head, his pulse raced, and his mind felt like shattered bits of glass, stabbing at him continuously when he tried to grab onto a thought; who am I? Who am I? He didn't know. Panic welled up, and he whipped his head around, fighting the dizzyness again as he tried to get up from the bed.
"Woah! Hold it, hold it," A voice said from his left. The voice was low, quiet. Compassionate - soothing. Definitely male. His head whipped in that direction. "You've been badly hurt, you shouldn't move too much. I tried to take you to a hospital, but I'm a doctor, and you were loosing too much blood. I brought you here, stitched you up, but you moved a lot while you were out; you kept opening the stitches, and if you keep doing that, then eventually I won't be able to sew you back up, and you'll die of blood loss. You need to lie still."
"I... where... who are you?" He blinked, tried to focus on the doctor's face, but it was a blurry haze.
"Oh, that's right, I didn't untroduce myself. I'm Haiakyn Iylko, but pretty much everyone just calls me Ko. As to where, you're in Zeno, right outside of Galesh. And what would your name be, hmm?"
He struggled for a moment, trying to hold onto the thoughts in his head, but they fell through his fingers like water in a sieve. "I don't know..! I don't know who I am," The panic returned. Who was he? Why was he here? Why couldn't he remember? The questions beat at him from all directions.
"Don't worry too much; it'll come back to you." Haiakyn smiled reassuringly, handing him a glass of water. "Hmm. But I can't call you Nobody. Pick a name, any name."
"I... I don't know. I don't care. You can call me whatever you like, it doesn't matter," He settled back against the pillows, exhausted. He closed his eyes.
"Alright then. I'll try to come up with something..." The doctor's words faded as sleep claimed the prince.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:23 pm
Characters;;
Quinnai an Zanil (KWIN-eye AH-n zuh-NILL) - Crown Prince of Danagar; brother of Tarana, son of Zanil and Effry. Age twenty-four. Property of nEOROTIC_nARCOTik.
Tarana dar Zanil (tah-RAh-nah DUH-rrr zuh-NILL) - Princess of Danagar, sister of Quinnai; daughter of Zanil and Effry. Often refered to as Danagar miyai Siva - 'the Heart of Danagar'. Age twenty-one. For sale or rent.
Effry an Norepp (EFF-ree AH-n NO-rip) - recognized king of Danagar. Age fifty-eight; completely insane. Property of Anzu Minea.
Haiakyn Iylko (high-YA-kin eye-ILL-ko) - resident of Zeno; doctor. Age twenty-eight. For Sale Or Rent.
Ashiihan an Essara (ah-SHE-han AH-n O-SA-rah) - assasin; completely under Effry's thumb, though not by choice. Age tweny-three. Property of nEOROTIC_nARCOTik.
Hanu Haneh (ha-NOO HA-nay) - ruler od Zeno; close friend of CPQ.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:24 pm
Terms;;
Hulene (WHO-lean) - the equivalent of Earth. Hulene is a fairly mountainous planet, with islands scattered all over it's surface. The biggest islands are Usali, Ylanot, and Fek. The smaller islands are countries scattered over the water. Usali, the biggest island, consists of five countries; Zeno, Danagar, Kuba, Nolenak, and Gibaya.
Danagar (DUN-egg-ARR) - the small coastal country bordering Zeno and Nolenak. It is ruled by monarchs, the title passed from father to son. It was founded eleven hundred years ago by Ylani explorer by the name of Maki Fehn. People settled on Usali Island, and eventually broke off into the five countries that rest there. Danagar is the most powerful. It is currently ruled by King Effry an Norepp. The queen, Zanil dar Qal, was recently murdered by her husband, Effry, though that is not public knowledge.
Zeno (ZAH-no) - the land east of Danagar. It is also run by monarchs; the old queen died in the recent rebellion, and her nefew, Lord Hanu Haneh has taken over leadership; he is good friends with Crown Prince Quinnai of Danagar, bringing peace between teh two countries. Zeno has no ocean borders; it is strictly mountainous, it's biggest city, Ateph, lying in the heart of one of Usali's largest mountain chains.
mi (me) - suffix used to convey respect. If one of the common people were to speak to one of higher status, they would use the term 'mi'. Example: Pasha is a servant in a noble's house. Ulat is the princess' maid. Pasha would refer to Ulat as 'Ulat-mi'.
Note: The term is not used by nobles, or in reference to a noble.
nu (noo) - suffix used by someone of higher birth. Example: Ulat is the princess' maid, and Pasha is a servant in a noble's house. Ulat would call Pasha 'Pasha-nu'.
Note: This term is not used by nobles.
dar/an (DUH-rrr/AH-n) - put before the last name to determine gender. 'Quinnai an Zanil' literally means 'Quinnai, son of Zanil', while 'Tarana dar Zanil' means 'Tarana, daughter of Zanil'. Last names are arranged in this manner in Danagar, always by the mother's name.
Note: It goes by mother's name, because the baby is carried inside the mother. If it went by father's name, then a lot of people wouldn't have last names, as the father's identity is not always certain, and you always know who the mother was.
anab (ah-NAB) - suffix used to show respect to one of the higher class. If you're not a noble, then you adress anyone who is by 'anab'. Example: Pasha is a servant in a noble's house. The noble's name is Gami. Pasha refers to her employer as 'Gami-anab'.
Note: The term is not used by those of noble birth.
yuka (YOU-kah) - suffix used to show respect to one of lower birth. Used by nobles. Example: Gami is the noble, Pasha is the servant. Gami calls Pasha 'Pasha-yuka'.
anju (AHN-joo) - suffix used to convey respect for the royal family. Used by everyone. Example: "Hello, Quinnai-anju." or "Yes, Zanil-anju?"
Ahima (AH-he-muh) - used when speaking to a male of the royal family, used by everyone. Example: Gami and Pasha would both call Crown Prince Quinnai 'Ahima-anju' or 'Ahima'.
Ahimu (AH-he-moo) - used when speaking to a female of the royal family, used by everyone. Example: Gami and Pasha would both call Princess Tarana 'Ahimu-anju' or 'Ahimu'.
Anagi (AH-nag-EYE) - term used to denote adoration and devotion. If Crown Prince Quinnai were to say some thing like 'yes, Anagi', it would mean he believes in this person absolutely; they can do no wrong, everything they say is always right. If you are called 'Anagi', then you know that you have complete dominion over the person saying it for the rest of their life, or until someone chalenges you for that person's Anaga. Basically, they belong to you. Example: Tarana calls Ashi 'Anagi-Ashi'. Ashi has to have done something to enspire Tarana's devotion, or the contract doesn't work, and Ashi 'owns' nothing.
Anaga (AH-nag-UH) - the 'ownership' of another person. You can only gain Anaga if the person gives it; it cannot be forced, stolen, or bought. The person bestowing Anaga has to actually believe you are worthy of it. Example: Tarana calls Ashi 'Anagi-Ashi', so Ashi calls her 'Anaga-Tarana'. If he does not, then the spoken contract is nullified.
Aga tep/Aga tuu (A-guh hep/A-guh too) - 'Master/Mistress'.
Siva (SEE-vah) - term of endearment. Literally means 'my heart'.
Gek (GEH-kkk) - threat. Something similar to 'you dirty rotten b*****d, I'll hunt you down, pull out your fingernails, then feed them to you, before I rip out your intestines through your nose'.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:30 pm
Rules;;
Obey guild rules and the freaking ToS. They go over anything I say D<
I will accept original characters, so long as you put in your username, the character's name, character's age, and their appearance.
Be semi-literate to literate! Don't forget to use capitalization and periods, question marks, and exclamation points to make your points! Literacy has nothing to do with post length and everything to do with grammar. And so help you GOD if you put an asterik ** anywhere. Ever.
Again, don't use *...* or -...- for actions! Use "..." when speaking. I will accept first person as well as third person, but it's all got to be past tense.
Ex: "I looked at John and smiled, my heart racing", "Andrea looked at John and smiled, her heart racing".
Use (), (()), [] or something like that for when speaking OOC. Personally, I use {( This )}. No biggie, but make sure people know the difference between you in character and you out of character.
Do not post unless you've sent me the PM and have actually been accepted. Get it, got it, good.
Don't write in bright, bright colors like yellow. And don't write in pale colors like linen. Ick. I prefer not feeling like someone took a razorblade to my eyeballs, and you would definitely prefer me not to feel that way. nEO is irrational when it comes to who she takes her frustrations out on. D<
Follow my profile skeleton (for the pre-mades). It's there for a reason, darlings. All you need to do is fill in the appearance and the username, and then gimme a sample of your roleplaying; and don't touch the ages. That'll get you dead. The only way you get out of giving a roleplay sample is if 've already roleplayed with you.
In regard to the pre-mades, I reserve the right to either deny or accept you, or even put you on hold until the person I want for the spot(s) has responded. Don't get bitchy with me, and don't PM me going 'Am I accepted? Huh, huh, am I?' Because that'll get you an automatic HELL NO.
PM me your profile. As the subject, I want this: Character Name; XJ216. No, I'm not saying what XJ216 means. Figure it out yourself!... I lie, it doesn't actually mean anything. I'm just a weirdo >.<
Don't join if you're not going to Rp. Duh.
Honestly, I don't care if girls play boys or boys play girls. We're just role-playing, right? ^^
Do. Not. Use. Avi. For your appearance. If you put avi, you fail. FAIL. Instantly. I'm not letting you in, and you will not get a chance to fix it. That's it. Do not collect $200, do not pass go. Yes, I realize that this particular rule may sound a little harsh, but that's just how it is. (I honestly don't care if you put a picture (real life or anime, either works) so long as it's in a link. I would prefer a nice, long, detailed written description, but again, a picture is perfectly fine.)
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:35 pm
We go from where the story takes off; psycho King Effry killed Queen Zanil, and now he's trying to kill Crown Prince Quinnai and Princess Tarana, for reasons unknown to you, that I will never disclose.
Story number one: the attacks on Quinnai's life were partially successful, leaving him in Zeno with amnesia. He was found by Dr. Haiakyn Iylko and nursed back to health. There'll probably end up being boy/boy action there, people, so if you don't like, go the hell away, leave all us people who do like it alone. Anywhooooo, pretty Prince Quinn will end up recovering his memory. (Because I said so, and he's my character so I knows whatsa gonna happen D: ) Dun dun dun... DUN... yeah. The good doctor does have other patients living in his at-home-clinic, so there cn be other people involved.
Story number two: King Effry is a sadistic ********; he threatens to kill Ashiihan an Essara's family (namely, his beloved niece Kirakka) if he doesn't off the princess, who he just happens to have loved from a distance for ten years. Because Tarana isn't a spineless ninny, she fights back, and long story short, Ashi ends up in the dungeon with the crap beaten out of him, and Kirakka dies anyway. To punish him further for his failure, the king forces Tarana to tend his wounds so he won't die before Effry can legally have him killed (Effry has to take a break from his wild killing spree so people don't get suspicious). Yeah. So, Ashiihan will eventually have to convince Tarana that yeah, he loves her, and hey, she should free him so they can run away together and save her life; will he be able to? Ohhhhhhh. Nobody knows. (Again, there can be other people involved in this storyline.)
Oops! Little sidenote here that I forgot to mention, but it should be pretty apparent what with all the guns and cars in the story posts up there - this is like modern times, just an alternate universe-type-thing. Say... now. The year 2008 (except it's not neccessarily the year 2008 for them).
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:38 pm
Story one;;
Name;; Quinnai an Zanil
Other;; Quinn
Age;; 24
Appearance;; Quinn is 5'11", with a long, lean frame and whipchord muscles. He's the type of person who has presence; even though he's not incredibly handsome or big, he's got charisma, and a huge personality. His skin is white, with a light tan - he has freckles on his face, making him look younger than his twenty-four years. His eyes are serious, and an intriguing colour - a strange mix between purple and gray; the eyes tend to run in his family, though not everyone gets them. Quinnai's nose is longer than average, and thin. His lips aren't full, but neither are they so thin as to be invisible; his upper lip is slightly fuller. His hair is a pretty shade of brown, with almost-auburn-but-not-quite strands running through it, making it appear redder. Over all, his is a tidy appearance, never a hair out of place, fingernails always clean and healthy, clothes always immaculate. Basically, he looks like an attractive prude.
Quinn's body has a mass of scars on it, though none are in places visible with a long-sleeved shirt and pants. His back bears thick raised lines in a criss-cross pattern from when he was a child, and all along the outside of his left leg, there are burn marks from a kidnapper gone attempted murderer.
Username;; nEOROTIC_nARCOTik
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Name;; Haiakyn Iylko
Other;; Ko
Age;; 28
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:40 pm
Story two;;
Name;; Tarana dar Zanil
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Age;; 21
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Name;; Ashiihan an Essara
Other;; Ashi
Age;; 23
Appearance;; Ashiihan is big; he stands at 6'4", has broad shoulders, and is just all-around big (not overweight). He's not body-builder material, but he is well-muscled. His skin is naturally a bit on the dark side, but due to alot of his his time being spent outside, he has become even darker, giving his skin a tawny glow. Midnight black hair that falls to just past his chin (hair is straight, but the ends start to curl inwards a little). Eyes are wideset, and a dark, inviting chocolate brown. They're kind eyes. Straight, aqualine nose. High, sharp cheekbones. Full lips: sensual, matched by a slight edge of cruelty. Rarely seen dimples (Ashi's not the smiling type, but when he does, he has dimples, and the smile totally transforms his face from hott and scary to hott and approachable). Strong chin, no stubble (ever). Average dress; worn, old (used to be) white runners. Faded, torn jeans, pale blue from wearing and washing. White or black cotton shirts, either plane or with band names or amusing lettering ("I wear this t-shirt to distract girls while I look at their chests") across the chest. Piercings; stud and tiny hoop in lower part of right ear. One stud in top part of left ear. One stud in lower left ear - all silver. Ashiihan has one tattoo, black, and in the shape of vines (basically two lines that intertwine, with small leaf shapes branching off every few inches). They start at the base of his back, creep up his spine, and end up winding around his neck thrice in a counterclockwise direction to end in a leaf just below his left ear. At the shoulder blades, two smaller vines break off from the main ones and curl into inward spirals on the shoulder baldes.
Username;; nEOROTIC_nARCOTik
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