Mezzrel (Fantasy RPG)

[keyodie]

Mezzrel: A world filled with peace-loving people, a serene enviornment, and beauty everywhere. Everyone is happy, content, and unquestioning. Ignorant.

That is all about to change.

A small group of people scattered all over Mezzrel share a common property: They aren't the norm. The rulers of Mezzrel's largest city, Berngth, ordered their strong forces to kidnap these people for fear that they would rebel and corrupt their perfect society. They condemn these people as heretics or witches and begin to burn them at the stake one by one, attempting to gain even more control by showing the others what happens when you question, when you think and do independently. They fear these people, these different people. And rightly so.

What the men in power do not realize is that they underestimate their captives as well as the people under their rule. A rebellion is about to begin.

**Note: Some ideas for why your character would be considered "different": They are autistic, have a genetic defect of some sort that is obvious from the outside, have superior strength/intelligence, engage in strange activities, etc. Try not to make it too terribly unrealistic.

**Some other names for towns to use later: Neurwyn (Any other ideas? Let me know.)
-Berngth: Largest and most powerful city of Mezzrel
-Myrn: Hometown of Czereth (pansy) and Lyra (keyodie)

**The setting is in the Medieval Period (knights, castles, swords, arrows, etc.) in a fictional/fantasy world (magic and mythical creatures included). The RPG will start before the people are kidnapped from their homes.

Rules:
1. No godmoding.
2. No Mary-Sues or Gary-Stus.
3. No one-liners. Try to make your posts substantial, they move along the story better.
4. Capitalization, spelling, and grammar is needed. (Try your best. )
5. Distinguish any comments/suggestions you have that isn't part of the RPG with parenthesis or brackets.
6. Discuss with the other RP'ers before adding a major plot twist or turn.

Profile Skeleton:
[b]Name:[/b] (having both first and last names is optional)
[b]Age:[/b] (looking at the ages of other characters may help)
[b]Gender/Sexuality:[/b] (self-explanatory)
[b]Race:[/b] (should be human with few exceptions)
[b]Appearence:[/b] (can include why (s)he is considered "different")
[b]Skills:[/b] (what your character excels at, can include why (s)he is considered "different")
[b]History:[/b] (your character's past, can include why (s)he is considered "different")
[b]Personality:[/b] (can include why (s)he is considered "different")

Characters:

wolf

Name: Guardian
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Spirit/Phoenix
Appearence: Smokey, full wintery blue appearance, magnetic yellow eyes with an icey contrast, beautiful elaborate wings
Skills: Able to fly (obviously) Has the ability to fade and be almost impossible to spot, has the ability to control basic hot and cold elements
History: Once the guardian over someone he has outlived his subject and is just filling basic life needs when he stumbles upon this place on the outskirts of town and finds it ideal for a home
Personality: Timid, doesnt like to be seen, careful, prefers to be nocturnal, has a very vast knowledge but untill now has kept to himself

pansy

Name:Czereth
Age: Roughly twenty three or twenty four. He stopped paying attention to his birthday long ago.
Gender/Sexuality: Male/Straight
Race: Human
Appearence: Coming in at about 5' 11", Czereth certainly isn't one of the tallest men in the village. He's pretty lean, about 54kg or thereabouts, depending on the season and how much he's been able to eat. He's got a lean face as well, with thin lips and dark eyebrows. His hair is a chocolate color, falling to his chin, which generally has a bit of stubble upon it as well as his cheeks. Perhaps one of his most striking features is the pair of deep silvery-grey eyes that he possesses. They stand out, and often unnerve others who don't know him.
Skills: Czereth is skilled at archery, mainly. He can split an apple balanced on a maiden's head from a fair distance away, and when it comes to hunting he is a natural. He often brings in small game for himself, but during the winter, when it is more difficult to find such things successfully, he sometimes is forced to go hungry.
History: Now, so far, Czereth might seem fairly 'normal', given what society views as such. All of this is about to change. Czereth had a fairly normal childhood, growing up with a pair of loving parents, and a sister, younger, whom he cared for dearly. Her name was Amelie, and he was extremely protective of her. However, as with most villages, there was a raid by bandits. He and Amelie were in town when it happened, and had been ushered into a building by one of them, but soon after he'd been tossed into the street. He'd tried to get back inside to save Amelie, but the door was shut tightly. All he could do was watch at the window as his little sister was raped and murdered before his very eyes.

Czereth was devastated, as one might imagine, and kept to himself mostly after that. This still didn't classify him as 'different'. However, once he was caught 'talking' to his sister, as he claimed, when there was only air before him, people started to look down on him. How normal was it for people to be seeing the 'ghost' of their dead sister?
Personality: Czereth is a bit unusual. He often can be seen talking to who he thinks is his little sister, Amelie. He sees her clear as day, but other people see only air. To him, it is not he who is wrong, but the world. Thus he is a bit reclusive, though he isn't cruel by any means. He's actually nice, so long as those who approach him are nice first.

keyodie

Name: Lyra (lie-ruh) Gwenthe
Age: 26
Gender/Sexuality: Straight female
Race: Human
Appearence: Lyra has shoulder-length, wavy, messy brown hair that is pulled up in a ponytail mainly for her profession (carpenter) as well as brown eyes to match. She stands approximately 5' 6" tall, which is slightly taller than the average among women her age. She has tanned skin that may resemble that of native tribesmen and her body type would be best described athletic. Her facial features may look good if you look at each feature alone, but put together, she may have what you would call a plain face, and this adjective could probably describe her overall appearence.

Skills: When it comes to swordfighting and archery, she would be considered average. Though she can certainly do a good job defending herself with a sword or bow, she won't blow you away with her ability to do so, and she isn't particularly good at offensive or aggressive fighting. Having lived in her hometown of Myrn as the apprentice of a master carpenter her whole life, she never really had the chance to develop any real ability with weaponry. However, she did develop a lot of strength over the years and can knock you out with her fist any time. Because of her experience in her profession, she is very good with mechanics and construction. She is also good with figuring out how things work, and is good at analyzing situations, things, and people with her logic.

History: For as long as she can remember, Lyra has been taken care of by a nice, old man named John Zimmerman who made his living as a carpenter. There isn't much that she knows about her past, but what she does know is that the Zimmermans and Lyra look nothing alike, and he seems a bit too old to be her father. She regularly attends feasts, celebrations, and get-togethers consisting of John and his son, two daughters, and all his grandchildren. She and his family are very close, but she has always known somehow that they aren't really relatives. She could see it in the way they looked at and talked to her, however subtle it may be. Or maybe there was no indication of this, maybe she just knew. Whatever the case may be, she has been content with her life thus far, and she plans on keeping it that way.
She does not know much about her guardian save for the fact that he seems to be sad whenever she catches him alone, sometimes staring out at the village or thinking deeply with his hands folded and his eyes glued to the floor. She senses that he wants to stay close to her always, and that he is very attached to her. Perhaps that is why he had adopted her as his apprentice in the carpenter's guild of Myrn, where women were scarce.
She had never imagined a life different from what she has currently, and is in denial of John's old age. She would rather not think about that. She enjoys her work and she enjoys her family.

Personality: Over the years, she has had to deal with sexism among the other craftsmen, but most men eventually realize that she is more like them than the women who dress in pretty dresses or make cloth or take care of the house while their husbands work. Not to mention that anyone who lays a hand on her receives a nice blow to the face, and that has been enough to gain the respect of any man thus far. She is social when she is excited or inspired and she has a spontaneous, quirky side. When she walks, you can sense her confidence and apathy towards those that may look down at her. Though she still has her doubts like any human being, this impression is correct for the most part. Despite her plain looks, this air of confidence and her personality makes up for anything she may lack in the beauty department.

[wolf]

Name: Guardian
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Spirit/Phoenix
Appearence: Smokey, full wintery blue appearance, magnetic yellow eyes with an icey contrast, beautiful elaborate wings
Skills: Able to fly (obviously) Has the ability to fade and be almost impossible to spot, has the ability to control basic hot and cold elements
History: Once the guardian over someone he has outlived his subject and is just filling basic life needs when he stumbles upon this place on the outskirts of town and finds it ideal for a home
Personality: Timid, doesnt like to be seen, careful, prefers to be nocturnal, has a very vast knowledge but untill now has kept to himself

[wolf]

Guardian was taking a midnight flight, surveying the surroundings of his new home just outside of a town. The wind felt fantastic under his wings, he liked his new home so far, it was quiet, calm, and during the day there was activity but not overly crowded. Guardian yearned for a drink of fresh cold water, the drizzle falling that night was not enough to be of any significant use so he decided to swoop down to a small finely detailed fountain in the middle of town, ever so softly perching on the edge of the fountain he cautiously drank from the falling water.

Caught up in the moment he had nearly missed the sound of a door shutting, with a sense of panic looming over him Guardian suddenly jetted under the wall of falling water, perched behind and faded hoping he was not noticed, wrapping himself in his wings he ever so barley squinted open one eye and carefully watched the figure approaching him, he tried to keep as still as possible as not to be spotted..

[pansy]

Name:Czereth
Age: Roughly twenty three or twenty four. He stopped paying attention to his birthday long ago.
Gender/Sexuality: Male/Straight
Race: Human
Appearence: Coming in at about 5' 11", Czereth certainly isn't one of the tallest men in the village. He's pretty lean, about 54kg or thereabouts, depending on the season and how much he's been able to eat. He's got a lean face as well, with thin lips and dark eyebrows. His hair is a chocolate color, falling to his chin, which generally has a bit of stubble upon it as well as his cheeks. Perhaps one of his most striking features is the pair of deep silvery-grey eyes that he possesses. They stand out, and often unnerve others who don't know him.
Skills: Czereth is skilled at archery, mainly. He can split an apple balanced on a maiden's head from a fair distance away, and when it comes to hunting he is a natural. He often brings in small game for himself, but during the winter, when it is more difficult to find such things successfully, he sometimes is forced to go hungry.
History: Now, so far, Czereth might seem fairly 'normal', given what society views as such. All of this is about to change. Czereth had a fairly normal childhood, growing up with a pair of loving parents, and a sister, younger, whom he cared for dearly. Her name was Amelie, and he was extremely protective of her. However, as with most villages, there was a raid by bandits. He and Amelie were in town when it happened, and had been ushered into a building by one of them, but soon after he'd been tossed into the street. He'd tried to get back inside to save Amelie, but the door was shut tightly. All he could do was watch at the window as his little sister was raped and murdered before his very eyes.

Czereth was devastated, as one might imagine, and kept to himself mostly after that. This still didn't classify him as 'different'. However, once he was caught 'talking' to his sister, as he claimed, when there was only air before him, people started to look down on him. How normal was it for people to be seeing the 'ghost' of their dead sister?
Personality: Czereth is a bit unusual. He often can be seen talking to who he thinks is his little sister, Amelie. He sees her clear as day, but other people see only air. To him, it is not he who is wrong, but the world. Thus he is a bit reclusive, though he isn't cruel by any means. He's actually nice, so long as those who approach him are nice first.

[pansy]

"People think we're crazy, Ami," Czereth was whispering to his little sister. Unchanged as ever, she was trotting along beside him as he made his way through town. His own home was on the outskirts, but it was his and Amelie's night out on the town, which they executed weekly. They would come and visit old friends and drink at the tavern, blatantly ignoring all of the pointed stares as they held long conversations over a cup of ale. He had his hand closed around her smaller one as they walked, and she giggled happily, leaning up to whisper something to him. It was times like these, when he was completely lost in his own world, that Czereth's eyes truly sparkled with happiness.

"Oh, so I'm the insane one, then?" he teased her lightly. He grinned at the sound of her laughter, but suddenly she stopped short, staring fixedly at something before them. With a frown, he turned his silver eyes toward whatever it was that she was looking at. "What did you see, Amelie?" he inquired and returned his gaze to where she'd been standing. However, where before there had been a little girl holding onto his hand, there was now only air. He sighed, immediately losing the sparkle of warmth that had brought the life to his eyes, returning them to their natural coolness.

What had spooked her into leaving him? All that was before him was a fountain, and it was one that they passed every time on their route home. Nothing out of the ordinary about it at all. He stepped forward, boots making a soft scuffing noise on the stone as he approached it, a nostalgic smile on his lips as he dug around in the pocket of his thick coat for a coin. Czereth's eyes ran over the minute decorations carved into the fountain, and he was reminded of the summer before Amelie's 'departure', when he and his sister had stripped down to their underwear and waded in to escape the exceedingly severe heat.

Finally he pulled a golden coin from his pocket, and after a moment of observing it, flipped it into the water. He heard a satisfying splash as it hit, and he closed his eyes to make a wish. Each time he wished for the same thing, and each time his wish remained ungranted. But he remained faithful. Maybe this time, with this wish, it would come true. That was what he told himself, anyway. That maybe the world could come to see Amelie, and maybe his parents would cease their animosity towards him. A wish that would be fulfilled, if only the world itself weren't so narrow-minded.

[wolf]

Guardian tried to stay still but as the figure jumped into the water it had spashed him and soaked him with water. ruining his concentration of fading, for a quick second he was unfaded and unaware of it, and shook the water off, in a state of panic he quickly swooped behind the other side of the fountain and faded again. He sat thinking he would likely be harmed if he was spotted, not many people around this place had a liking for unknown or odd things. He sat cold and paniced, and in an effort to warm himself he made a small temperature change around himself with his ability to control basic hot and cold elements, he could hear the figure moving.

Dare he fly away and risk getting caught? did he sit still and risk being spotted? he didnt know what to do. The figure he was worried about has been looming closer and closer. Guardian never been this close to a person that he wasnt taking care of or looking over, all he could think about was being caught and potentially harmed

[pansy]

Now, Czereth was by no means close-minded, but when he saw the flurry of wings, he had to blink a few times, doing a double-take. He was almost certain that his mind must have been playing tricks on him. A bird wouldn't be smart enough to hide behind the curtain of water like that, could it? Not to mention he would have seen it when he approached, but this seemed to have appeared out of thin air and then disappeared again!

Then again, didn't Amelie do that all the time? Perhaps this was something similar. He peered at the fountain closely, slowly walking in a circle around it. He couldn't decide if he had been hallucinating or if what he had seen was real or not, but soon decided that it didn't matter. If he were to judge based on what was known to be real and fictional, he would be no better than the prejudiced townspeople that he lived with.

"Peace to you, friend," he said softly, though it seemed as though he truly were talking to himself at this point. He tipped the hat upon his head, silver eyes flashing a little as he did so. For whatever reason, that little flicker that he had seen had put some new sort of hope into his body. Surely if he was seeing more than one apparition, of sorts, then he wasn't as insane as the world thought he was.

But it was growing later, and he longed for the fire and the warmth of his home. So for now he decided to leave the mystery of the fountain and investigate it more tomorrow with Amelie at his side to help him. She loved mysteries.

[keyodie]

Name: Lyra (lie-ruh) Gwenthe
Age: 26
Gender/Sexuality: Straight female
Race: Human
Appearence: Lyra has shoulder-length, wavy, messy brown hair that is pulled up in a ponytail mainly for her profession (carpenter) as well as brown eyes to match. She stands approximately 5' 6" tall, which is slightly taller than the average among women her age. She has tanned skin that may resemble that of native tribesmen and her body type would be best described athletic. Her facial features may look good if you look at each feature alone, but put together, she may have what you would call a plain face, and this adjective could probably describe her overall appearence.

Skills: When it comes to swordfighting and archery, she would be considered average. Though she can certainly do a good job defending herself with a sword or bow, she won't blow you away with her ability to do so, and she isn't particularly good at offensive or aggressive fighting. Having lived in her hometown of Myrn as the apprentice of a master carpenter her whole life, she never really had the chance to develop any real ability with weaponry. However, she did develop a lot of strength over the years and can knock you out with her fist any time. Because of her experience in her profession, she is very good with mechanics and construction. She is also good with figuring out how things work, and is good at analyzing situations, things, and people with her logic.

History: For as long as she can remember, Lyra has been taken care of by a nice, old man named John Zimmerman who made his living as a carpenter. There isn't much that she knows about her past, but what she does know is that the Zimmermans and Lyra look nothing alike, and he seems a bit too old to be her father. She regularly attends feasts, celebrations, and get-togethers consisting of John and his son, two daughters, and all his grandchildren. She and his family are very close, but she has always known somehow that they aren't really relatives. She could see it in the way they looked at and talked to her, however subtle it may be. Or maybe there was no indication of this, maybe she just knew. Whatever the case may be, she has been content with her life thus far, and she plans on keeping it that way.
She does not know much about her guardian save for the fact that he seems to be sad whenever she catches him alone, sometimes staring out at the village or thinking deeply with his hands folded and his eyes glued to the floor. She senses that he wants to stay close to her always, and that he is very attached to her. Perhaps that is why he had adopted her as his apprentice in the carpenter's guild of Myrn, where women were scarce.
She had never imagined a life different from what she has currently, and is in denial of John's old age. She would rather not think about that. She enjoys her work and she enjoys her family.

Personality: Over the years, she has had to deal with sexism among the other craftsmen, but most men eventually realize that she is more like them than the women who dress in pretty dresses or make cloth or take care of the house while their husbands work. Not to mention that anyone who lays a hand on her receives a nice blow to the face, and that has been enough to gain the respect of any man thus far. She is social when she is excited or inspired and she has a spontaneous, quirky side. When she walks, you can sense her confidence and apathy towards those that may look down at her. Though she still has her doubts like any human being, this impression is correct for the most part. Despite her plain looks, this air of confidence and her personality makes up for anything she may lack in the beauty department.

[keyodie]

"Lyra, honey. Lyra. LYRA!" The girl woke up in a daze to her angry master, who was at the moment yelling at her at the top of his lungs. The crazy old man's chin was covered in a white beard that seemed nearly a foot long, and his cracked glasses sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose as he waved his axe at her disapprovingly. Rightfully alarmed, she ducked sharply for fear that the heavy tool might fall down on top of her severely foggy head and slice it right in half. Her sudden movement sent the world spinning like a top.

She was never really a morning person.

"Here, here, I'm here." she murmured. "What is it you want?"

"We've run out of firewood. And the Bakers need help with their house."

Without another word, Lyra rose slowly from her straw bed as old John left the room. She removed her old, loose, off-white nightgown and put on a white blouse, fastened by a worn down leather belt around her waist. She also put on some trousers and an overcoat that hung on her shoulders. She pulled her hair up with a piece of string and slid on a pair of old, heavy boots as the ground was still muddy from the downpour two days ago. She picked up her axe, hatchet, and chisel as well as a coin purse and hung them from her belt and proceeded to the outdoors.

After cutting up a few logs into an appropriate size and stacking the firewood up in a pile outside their small house, she told old John of her leave and made her way through the village. On her way to the Bakers', a man passed by her who looked about her age. He seemed normal, except for this small detail: He was talking to himself. Lyra remembered that she may have heard talk from the other carpenters of a strange man who could talk to the dead. After he passed by, she look warily at the back of his head and felt a slight cringe.

She walked up to the apprentices and journeymen that had accumulated at the Bakers and smirked.

"Hello gentlemen, how are you this fine morning?"

They murmured and grumbled among themselves in response. They never liked working with Lyra, because it was degrading to them to work with a woman that is working a man's job, let alone wearing men's clothes. She might even be punished severely if any of them complained to a higher power. But no one in the carpenter's guild dared upset John Zimmerman, a highly respected master craftsman and one of the guild leaders.

An older gentleman, a bitter man named Frederick who had not yet met the status of master craftsman, walked in front of the group of carpenters and gave out various orders. He finally pointed to Lyra and two men who were beside her.

"You, cut limber."

A long day loomed ahead.

[wolf]

Guardian tried to judge a good time to get back to his den in a cave not far away, but since it was morning and there were people about he had to be quiet and stealthy, he made his way extremely fast to an alleyway where he stopped and faded just to make sure he wasnt spotted, he could hear footsteps but didnt know if they were headed for him. He decided to just get away as fast as he could. as he was swooping thru the air in the alleyway he suddenly ran into something, but before he realized it all went black, It knocked him clear out.

[Caunion]

Name: Bellan
Age: 26
Gender/Sexuality: Male/Straight
Race: Human
Appearence: He appears rather normal. His brown hair is at the same length as his neighbours. He's an inch shorter than the other ones and around the same weight as them. His green eyes might stand different from everyone else, but aside from that he looks normal. He possess some muscle, from his job as a butcher.
Skills: He possess a significant idea of anatomy, from butchering animals. But he also has an idea of human anatomy, which makes him highly useful. Proficient with knife skills, he can attack and defend with the knife, able to fight with a knife with both hands, indicating ambidexterity.
History: Bellan was born in a family of butchers. His father was a butcher, his father before him was one, etc. So it was to no surprise, that Bellan became a butcher as well. He married a rather ordinary girl, due to their parents' wishes. However, as it would happen, his life is anything but ordinary.

After a particular nasty bar fight that ended with Bellan's head hitting the bar rather hard, Bellan began to develop a mental disorder.
Personality: Before the fight, he was mild-mannered and quite friendly. But after the fight, half of the time, he's withdrawn and depressed. He sometimes doesn't get off his bed for hours. He barely talks to his customers. In the other half time, he is completely maniac. He shows terrifying enthusiasm in his butchering work.

[keyodie]

A long day loomed ahead.

Even better, a strange, long day.

Lyra and the two men walked in silence, carrying a wheelbarrow toward the woods that just at the edge of town. One of the men looked to be around his mid-thirties, his bulky figure looming above the two other carpenters. The second was merely a teenager. When they reached the woods, Lyra and the teenager helped the tall one cut down the tree safely until it was lying horizontally on the ground. They then proceeded to hack it to pieces. Eventually, they began depositing some of the wood into the wheelbarrow.

Lyra had the privilege of taking the wheelbarrow back to the Bakers' first, where the other carpenters were already working on the house. She wheeled all the way back to town through the narrow roads and alleyways, grunting every time she had to push it around a sharp corner. When she finally reached her destination, she emptied its contents at where Frederick had ordered her to do so. Soon after, she began her journey back to the woods with the empty wheelbarrow.

She was wheeling through one of the alleyways when suddenly she felt something hit her in the stomach with incredible force, causing her to fall to the ground groaning in pain. She fell onto the stone pavement, landing on her back. She winced and turned over onto her side with a hand over her stomach. When she turned over, she noticed something on the ground that hadn't been there before. It took a while for her to register what exactly it was.

A... A dead bird?

It was hardly a bird. If it was indeed a bird, it was the most beautiful bird she had ever seen. Its long, elegant tail and wings were of a light blue color; a color that was vibrantly ice blue, resembling the winter sky. Its feathers seemed to shimmer and glow, and they would have had be shimmering and glowing on their own with no sunlight. The creature lay on the ground completely motionless with eyes closed.

Still lying on the ground, marveling at the bird's beauty, Lyra reached out with her hand to touch its soft feathers.

[wolf]

Guardian woke up abruptly when he felt something touch him, in his defence he immediately made everything around him painfully cold, so cold that a light white/blue frosty smoke was emitting from around him. The girl that had touched him immediately jerked her hand back in pain as her hand got frosted quite well. Still curious the girl aproached him a bit more, Guardian immediately wrapped his wings tightly around him and squinted his eyes intimidatingly. Though there was something about this girl that seemed not threatning he wasnt quite risking that, backing up slowly his back hit a wall. What was he going to do, he was trapped

[keyodie]

When her fingertips could just barely feel the softness of the feathers, so subtle that she wasn't even sure if she felt anything, her hand frosted over and the temperature around her became unbearably cold. As a natural reaction and reflex, she jerked her hand back away from the animal, but when she saw the creature's icy, bright yellow eyes she was mesmerized. Her fingers inched forward once more. This caused the bird to panic and back away slowly, which led to it running into the wall behind it. Its eyes were squinted menacingly, its wings wrapped around it for what was probably protection.

Suddenly, the bird disappeared, leaving Lyra on the ground reaching out for empty space as if the creature never existed. She lay there, unmoving and speechless, trying to find an explanation for this. It couldn't be a hallucination, she was sure she did not hit her head too hard and it didn't hurt. It wasn't fatigue either. She was usually good at analyzing situations, but this... This was illogical.

Eventually, she stood up slowly, ignoring the slight pain in her shoulders. She rubbed her hands together to try and generate warmth before she continued to push on the empty wheelbarrow back to the woods, still contemplating the recent event.

As she approached the two carpenters, the tall one and the teenager, they both stopped what they were doing and stared at her.

"Why were you gone for so long?" the tall one demanded in a low, booming voice.

"I wasn't." was Lyra's reply, in so sharp a tone that the men knew there was no point in arguing. They looked at her in disapproval. Because of her long absence, they had made a very large pile of logs. She placed them in the wheelbarrow and pushed it towards the teenager.

"Your turn, lad."

[wolf]

Guardian had slipped back away from town and back to where he was comfortable in his den just outside of town, today had freaked him out. he had went over the days events in his head, and suddenly found himself sleepy, he decided to rest himself tommorrow was gonna be another adventure in itself if he couldnt find a place other than the fountain in the middle of town to get a drink from. But regardless he was tired, he perched himself in his favorite spot in his den, wrapped his wings around himself snuggly and soon drifted off.

[pansy]

Wasn’t it strange how when you finally got home, you figured out that you needed something from town? Or actually, in Czereth’s case, it was his sister who reminded him. She finally came out of hiding once he had gotten a respectable fire going in the fireplace.

“Czer,” she called in her little sing-song voice, appearing in the doorway. He glanced over his shoulder, a warm smile on his face.
“There you are, Ami,” he said. “I didn’t know where you’d gotten off to!” The little girl smiled sheepishly, coming to sit beside him on the rug where he was currently lounging. His face creased into a slight frown as she tugged on his sleeve. “What is it?”

“I think you forgot to go by the bakery,” she said with a soft giggle. “You need a loaf of bread, remember?” Czereth cursed under his breath. After all that, he’d forgotten to get bread! And he needed that for his lunch. And breakfast, and most likely his dinner as well. He sighed, getting up and offering Amelie his hand. She took it and stood with him, looking happy that they were going to go back to town. She never had liked being stuck at home all the time.

“Let’s go, then,” he offered, grabbing his coat from the hook on the wall and blowing out the candles he had lit around the room. He opened the door for his little sister and she skipped out, footprints fading as soon as they’d hit the dirt. Of course Czereth didn’t notice as he closed the door behind them, fingering the coins he had in his pocket. He hoped he’d have enough for a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk. If not, he could do without the latter, he was sure, but milk was one of his favorite things to drink with his meals.

He watched with a fond look in his eye as Amelie skipped ahead of him, singing some nursery rhyme under her breath as she clopped her shoes to the same beat. He never found it strange that her movements never stirred up any dust, or that her hands were ice cold any time she touched him. No, perhaps he didn’t notice, or maybe he just didn’t want to, content to believe that his little sister would always be with him. To him, she was as real as the nose on his face or the clouds in the sky. Other people were just blind.

[wolf]

Guardian had woken and headed towards getting another drink, he dreaded the fact he would have to go back to the fountain, there were not any significant sources around besides it.. It seemed deserted enough this time, he confidently perched under the waterfall this time where he had hid the 1st time. The water refreshing and soothing to his nerves, he sat enjoying the air rushing towards him, the fresh water scent and the sound of the water falling all around him. He needed to relax a bit, since he outlived his subject he was never the same, maybe it was because nobody was accepting to the idea of something like him, maybe it was because of the nature of his subjects death. Whatever the reason, ever since, he had been on edge, timid, and cautious.

He sat relaxed almost to the point of falling asleep again when he had gotten caught in a flashback of his past. Everything, all the thoughts moving so quickly, it was overwhelming, one thing after another, then all of a sudden *BANG* Guardian jolted awake "stop it" he said to himself. He had never really ever had a good sleep in ages, something still followed him from his past, though he wouldnt ever tell anyone.

[Esteleth]

{{Are you guys still interested in this RP? Because if you are, I would like to join...}}

[wolf]

I am the other 2 havent posted in a bit