Book of Somoria
Name: Mirabella Analysia Montorge
Age: Looks to be around 17 but that is debatable since she is a book character.
Role: Princess of Somoria
Other: When the evil king(then he was a magic man) first started to take over the kingdom, Mira was very scared, not knowing what to do. She was created by the Creator to be defended by him. She didn't know how to fight, nor weild a weapon, so she had no way to defend herself or her kingdom. She waited for him to come and save him, and when he never did, she lost faith they would be saved and now knows they probably never will be saved. She works as a servant cleaning the castle that once belonged to her, but now belongs to the evil king.
Name: Nogard Ecreif, but because that was too hard for any of them to really say as a child, everyone just called him Fang.
Age: Looks to be around 20 but that is debatable since he is a book character.
Role: Guard of Somoria
Other: He was first created as something the Creator could defeat to once again save the princess. But, in a weird twist, the Mage cast a spell over him, turning him into a human. He then becomes a guard to the castle and is normally the first one to attack if somthing goes wrong. At the moment, he has a charm over him that keeps him from transforming into a dragon and is locked up in the dungeons of the castle.
Role: Guardian of Somoria
Appearance: He is a strange wolf/lion like creature that is one of a kind. His eyes are a shocking gold. His fur is a pitch black color with streaks of white and blue. When he gets angry or is about to attack, the white and blue streaks turn hard and become spikes he can shoot at his enemies. He is the size of a loin.
Other: He was created as a pet given to the princess by the Creator as a gift to gain her favor even more. And it worked very well. He grew to be a very protective pet and after a few months of having him, they found that he could talk. He grew even larger and soon two of them could and still can, ride him at one time. Most of the time it was the princess and the Creator, seeing as everyone else had other means of travel. When the evil king started to take over, he fought his best, but in the end, had to retreat in hopes of searching and finding the Creator to help them. He never found him though, and now lives in the forests beyond the castle.
(I'm going to say he created the book when he was four and he stopped going to it when he was eight)
Eleven years. Eleven years had passed since the Creator had left them. Left them to their doom under the rein of the Mad King. He had left them to this, even though he always promised he would be there to protect and care for them. And now that he was gone, everything in Somoria had gone wrong. After the Mad King had taken over, Mira had been forced to ironically become a servant in her own castle, serving the evil king who had taken it over. She barely saw her friends anymore, if she saw them at all. She knew for the most part one or two of them were in the dungeon, the king too cautious to let them go and be servants. The only reason the king had made her a servant was because he knew she couldn't fight. There was no way she could incite a rebellion on her own. Without her friends she was nothing but a smart yet utterly useless girl.
She sighed, shaking her currently messy blonde hair from her face as she trudged down the hall, struggling with a heavy cleaning bucket full of water, suds, and a rag. Her clothes were tattered, her skin covered in dirt and bruises, and her feet bare against the cold shiny floor. Finding the place she had been instructed to clean, she set the heavily full bucket onto the ground, and knelt down, grabbing her rag. Oh how far she had fallen. She had once been the beautiful and kind ruler of this land, and now she was the lowly servant to a evil king who had killed, captured, and enslaved anyone who got in his way. And Mira had a feeling things would never be the same again.
Name: Collin Wayne Kratzer
Role: The Creator
Other: As a child, Collin was very creative. When he was four, he began a book about a world known as Somoria, a name his mother had suggested for the book. The book was his go-to when things would get tough in his life, like when his father walked out on him and his mother. In his book, problems like that didn't exist, but instead were replaced with problems that he could solve through story. Originally, the book was only pictures and ideas, but as he learned to write he added words. Over the years he added to the book, his mother having to put new pages in it so much that for his seventh birthday she had it professionally bound for him with extra pages in the back that he could add into. There were plenty of extra pages that he never got to use, because he had decided he had grown out of the book a year later at the age of eight. Ten years later, he was now 18 and moving off by himself in a nearby city [your choice of location]. Collin is a mouthy teenager with a temper, and he uses boxing to take out some of his anger.
Name: Karima Tenshi, but everyone calls her Angel.
Age: Appears 16, but is debatable as she is a character from Somoria.
Role: The mage of the former princess Mirabella [I assumed, will correct if necessary]
Other: Karima (Angel) was created to assist the Creator with saving the Kingdom of Somoria, and to give him things he couldn't have in our world, like making him fly or turning him into a giant, which were both dreams of his as a child. When the Mad King replaced the previous royalty, however, he suppressed her magical abilities making her unable to use most of her abilities, then broke her wand to take away the rest. She now resides in the dungeon like much of the Kingdom's former staff.
[Please let me know if any of this doesn't fit]
Collin Wayne Kratzer
Collin stopped his SUV in front of his new apartment building. The morning had been filled with his mother's tears as they said their goodbyes, so he was ready to settle in his new home alone. He would see her soon so he didn't know why she had to be so dramatic, but it was kind of emotional not living with her for the first time in his life. Bringing in the only two boxes he hadn't taken the day before, he made his way up to 4B, the room he'd be living in during his college years. Cranston State University was the only school he'd ever wanted to go to, and he was pretty excited that he'd gotten in. His classes started in two weeks, and the day couldn't come fast enough. He'd only moved this early because the part-time job he had found as a librarian required him to start the next day.
Up in 4B, Collin began to set up things. He had furniture moved in a few days ago, and some shelves were already in, which he began to decorate with some family photos and small nicknacks. When it was time for a break from the unpacking, he settled in on his new couch, and turned on the TV... only to remember his cable hadn't been set up yet. With a sigh, he looked around to find something to entertain him until he found a box labelled "Books". Collin had always loved books, even as a small child, so there were plenty to choose from. He was taking them one by one and stacking them next to him as he sat on the floor, some filling him with nostalgia and some bringing back recent memories, until he found one at the bottom with a crudely drawn label that read "Somoria". It was a book he had written as a kid to help him cope with his dad leaving, among other things. He smiled as he pulled it out of the box, the euphoric nostalgia erasing all traces of boredom as he turned the pages. He had vague memories of the crude drawings, sloppily written words, and flawed stories, but most of it was faded. All of his memories were only of writing the stories or opening the book, but they all seemed to stop there.
While sifting through the pages smiling from ear to ear, Collin heard his cellphone ring. He got up from the floor and found his phone, but immediately put it down. It was his dad again, and this had been the third time he had called just today, but Collin had lost the count for the week. When his father heard he was moving to the same town he lived in, he started trying to contact Collin in hopes of rekindling their father-son relationship, but as far as Collin was concerned a real one had never existed, so there was nothing to do about it. Letting the phone ring, he went into the kitchen to make his first meal in his new apartment. Soon after, he would go to sleep, leaving a few boxes to be unpacked after work the next day.
[Sorry about the long intro. Also, I figured I'd do the emotional scene with the book next post. If you want me to, I'll just post again.]
(No prob at all. Thats actually how long most of my stuff turns out to be unless I'm having a writers block. What kind of emotional scene were you thinking?)
[I was going to have him answer the phone when his dad calls while he's reading through the book. They get into a fight while he's on the phone, then he hangs up and tosses it and goes to bed. That work?]
Upon the morning of his first day living alone, Collin awoke with a smile already firmly planted. It was nice to be living alone, and the feeling felt great. He stretched under his blanket, looking around, then silencing the alarm clock. He wiped his eyes, remembering his dream... all the characters from his Somoria book had found their way back into his dreams last night. It felt nice to have it apart of his life again, and he couldn't wait to read some more later that day. He got up still smiling to take a shower, then to make him a small breakfast, then he would be out the door to the library.
A few hours later, he was was trying to stay awake on his short drive home. Working in a library had turned out to be entirely boring, as expected. He kept his mind busy with the anger he felt toward his father, who had called six times while he was working. He deleted the missed calls as he drove, ignoring his own Hatred of using a phone while driving. It had been two hours since the last call, so Collin hoped they would be done for the day as climbed the stairs to his apartment. He had been excited to get back to his book all day, and was so relieved to finally be in the same room as it. Thinking about it, Collin assumed his Dad trying to contact him brought the want for the book as his father had originally. After a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a soda to eat with his lunch leftovers, he plopped down on the couch and continued his nostalgia. He couldn't explain why he was so drawn to the book all of the sudden, but it was all he had thought about all day.
Collin as thanking his younger self for writing so many stories into the book just about the time his phone rang. He was too happy to even consider it was his father, so he answered it without a glance, still smiling at the book when he said "Hello?"
"He-Hey! Hey! Collin, hi! I've been trying to get in touch with you for days and-"
"I know." His father's voice made Collin's stomach drop. "I hadn't answered on purpose. This was just an accident. Don't call again." "Wait!" His dad's voice came from the phone as he was about to hang it up. He was already angry, and he had no idea why he brought the phone back up to his ear. There was a pause, then his dad continued. "Just... why not? I gave you life. You owe me for that and I know you're mad but you owe me for-" Collin had no idea if the phone had hung up or not, but he pitched it at the wall as hard as he could, unintelligibly yelling as he caused the first hole in his new apartments wall. After tossing it, his arm remained extended as he sat forward on the couch, feeling the tears of his angers come. He had always cried when he was angry, and this was far from an exception. His arm remained extended for about a minute before he slowly started to drop it, holding back the tears. He's not worth anymore emotion than he's already wasted, he told himself.
Collin tried to get back to the book, but he couldn't. Every few words he found himself lost in his angry mind or fighting tears, until he was just hanging his head with the book on his lap. No thoughts, even the angry ones, were properly formed. Owed him... it was just ridiculous. Sighing and looking at the clock, he thought it was too early to go to bed, so he guessed he would just continue trying to read. Before his eyes could return to the pages, a deformed version of his ringtone came from inside the drywall. Before he was even positive of what it was, he screamed something profane and sent the book flying at the hole, not even looking to see if it had gone anywhere near it. If his father was going to ruin everything that was his waking life, than it hadn't in fact been too early to sleep. He lied down in bed with no preparations and no cleaning up the mess of his small fit of rage, hoping the characters of Somoria would again find themselves in his dreams where he wouldn't have to focus on them to make him feel better... and they did just that. That night the princess, the dragon, and the rest of his common characters did in fact dance through his unconscious mind, but it wasn't the same this time. Even in his sleep he couldn't put his finger on the difference, but it was certainly present, and it was unsettling him as he tossed and turned in his slumber.
(CRAP! I keep forgetting to reply to this!)
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The ground shook all around, causing Mirabella to fall down from where she had just stood, the water bucket in her hand falling and spilling on the floor. The tremors shook everything and Mira moved to quickly cover her head and hide under one of the nearby tables in cause any rubble were to fall on her head. This hand't happened in years, and when it had happened years ago, was always when....when the creator came to Somoria. Every time he had come, the would be light tremors. But these were much worse then those. So, what was going on? She knew the book was connected with the Creator's emotions and such, so if something this bad was going on, he must have been feeling horrible? Maybe he was close to the book? And that was why they felt this? Maybe. She wasn't sure exactly how all of that worked. She yelped as a chunk of ceiling fell, landing on the floor next to where she was, and was glad she had chosen to hide there or else that piece might have landed on her instead of the floor.
Slowly the tremors began to die down and the slightly nervous girl made her way carefully out of her hiding spot, looking about. There didn't seem to be too much damage, but it was still pretty shaken up around the castle. Quickly she picked up her bucket and decided it would be best to not be seen for now, for fear the king might try to connect her and the Creator to such a event. But, she wasn't that lucky. Before she could even make it out of the room, two guards stopped her and dragged her by her arms to the thrown room where the Mad King was. The tall and vicious looking man sat in the throne that had once belonged to her. The thrown had once been a beautiful white flower that only she could sit on, but now was a dark and ugly looking plant that the evil man sat upon. She yelped as the guards kicked her feet out from under her, forcing her to bow before the king painfully.
"What are you planning girl?"
Confused, Mira went to look up at the king, only to cry out in pain when one of the guards hit her head rather hard, forcing her to look down at the ground as she spoke, as if she weren't good enough to look upon the Mad King, "I....I don't understand. I was just cleaning. I haven't done anything wrong."
"You lie!" The king stood in anger, pointing to the window in anger, "We are not were we should be. The sky has changed. And I know you are behind this." Grabbing the girl by her hair, he half dragged her to the window, forcing her to look out. And, he was right. The stars were wrong. The stars were normally different colors and big bright planets were normally easily seen. But now the stars were plain and white, and no planets could be seen. The surrounding forest was the same though. She could even see a few Somorian buildings. But...beyond those buildings, were traces of outlines of buildings she had never seen before. She was completely confused as to what was going on, et said nothing, for fear of being struck again, "Until this is figured out, you are under watch princess. One wrong move and I will throw you in the dungeon. Guards, take her back to the main hall and have her clean up that mess. Also, put the shackle on her."
Mira frowned deeply at the word the shackle would be placed upon her. It was a enchanted shackle, one that he always put on her when she did something wrong. One sound from her, and it caused pain to run through her. She was taken to the main hall and the shackle placed around her neck, locked into place and crease vanishing, leaving it one solid circle around her neck, as if she were wearing a metal choker. Silently, she began to clean the rubble from the quake, her mind wondering to what in the world was going on in Somoria. And what did the Creator had to do with all of this......
No one knew about the place just yet. The A.C.T had made sure about that. They had specialized machines, including quite a few cloaking devices. It had been late at night, most people in bed and those who weren't were either too drunk or tired to notice. This place had appeared on the outscurts of the town, and most was hidden beyond the forest lining the city. It had given them just enough cover and time to get the cloaking devices into place. It would give them at least a few days, given they set up a protocol, putting agents into the woods to keep citizen's out, using the excuse of some wild animal being loose in there. Now all they had to do was find the source. And the Abnormality Containmet Tactical had more then just cloaking devices to help them find that. Magically things like this always left a trail. Most would call it 'fairydust' while there at ACT they just called it magical residue. The had agents out int he open, in disguise of course, using hand held scanner to track it. It only took a hour to trace it back to a apartment building.
Only two agents went up to the room the source was in and knocked on the door. Whoever was in there was hold their only clue as to why the biggest magical outbreak in history had appeared and since it was his fault, he would have to fix it.
When the knock at the door came, Collin was sleeping only lightly. He had gone to sleep pretty emotional, so his sleep wasn't deep. He shot up in bed and cocked an eyebrow toward the front door. Glancing at the clock, he found it was earlier than he thought: 3:13 AM? This new neighborhood must be crazy. He rubbed his eyes and sighed wanting so badly to back to sleep when another knock came, this one more aggressive. With another sigh, he stood up slowly in the darkness and tiredly, ungracefully slumped from foot to foot out into his living room and over to the front door. As slow he was moving, a third set of knocks came before he reached the door, more aggressive still. "Chill, chill... I'm-" he was cut off by his own yawn. "..coming." He unlocked his door, now considering getting a second lock if he had such active people in this building, and paused. Keeping his hand tight around the door, he peered through the peephole to reveal a fish-eye image of two men in suits patiently standing outside, one in sunglasses. Sunglasses at 3 AM? Is this the fucking Men in Black...? he opened the door slowly, a confused look stuck to his face as he looked through the door crack. "Can I help you?" Before he finished the sentence, the dark haired man in sunglasses flashed a badge at him. "I'm agent Roussen and this is agent Mullins of A.C.T., Abnormality Containment Tactical, we'd like to ask you a few questions." It was now that Collin saw the other man, shorter and blonde, was holding a strange device. The outside of it had the appearance of a radio controller for a children's toy car, but it clearly wasn't that. It had a glowing screen that Collin couldn't see but could see the light on the man's dark suit in the night of the hallway. "Uh.. well, maybe if you tell me what you're doing." Collin's temper was surfacing again, but it was too early for restraint. "We'll talk when we get inside, sir." The man replied. He appeared unaffected. "Uh, backwards there, chief. We'll go inside when we talk. I have rights, you don't have a warrant, you just have a little toy over there. You woke me up this early and I have work in the morning so just tell me what you're doing here and we'll talk." He was still rather upset from the night before with his father and these creepy Hollywood knock-offs were pushing him. The agent looked down at his feet in ever so slight agitation, slid off his glasses and looked back up at Collin. "Collin, this is not a game, and this is a matter of importance to many more people than yourself, and this situation is much bigger than you, so please just let us in and we can inspect and ask our questions and all of this can-" "No, how about this: you turn around and leave before I call the-" the officer hadn't moved, so Collin wasn't sure what had happened, but the darkness seemed to quickly encase his vision as his body went weak and he fell to the ground, knocked out from a small peg shot into him from a device the blonde agent had been holding.
[If you could please role-play some of these agents and have them take him somewhere after inspecting the book that'd be wonderful. You can have him be interrogated in the car or something or outside the parameter of Somoria or whatever, but I could use some of this heat being taken off of me. This is a lot of writing and story advancement I'm supposed to be doing in this story and I'm not comfortable enough in this world to do that yet. Please and thanks.]