The year is 2040, and the world has actually achieved what the 60's promised. Robot maids, food at the press of a button, flying cars, utopias above the clouds. There is no disease, no hunger, no one usually suffers. Most everything is artificial, dead, plastic, or all three. There is an occasional war, but nothing much. Life is mundane, however, and boring. Books and games exist and are fun, but they can only do so much, which often leads youth to cause trouble, just to stave off boredom. Global news and conditions that don't effect the people are ignored.
The era is the era of Einhal. War has broken out, between the two major kingdoms, and their allies. Magic runs rampant and is used as a tool, and it's extremely similar to . Life being boring is the least of the people's problems, and thus don't go in seek of entertainment, unless they are extremely well off. Those able usually fight in the war, and those that can't try to help the cause when they can. There aren't many places untouched by the war.
There is no time, nor location. All there is is humid heat and darkness and dust. And a person, and a book. There is no way to contact anyone, no way to be contacted, no other life.
However, there is an anomaly in the otherwise unconnected worlds. There is a book in each world that serves as a portal- when something is inserted into the binding, it comes out on the other side, in another universe. If something is written on the pages, it appears on the other side. It appears completely out of place- For the futuristic world, it looks old-timey; For the magical world, it appears metallic and stylized.
For whatever their reasons, one person from each world stumbles upon the book, and its strange properties, and it turns out, the people in each world are exact copies of those in the alternate world, though their personalities are changed. If one is violent in the first world, the violence is kept inside as only a thought in the other. There seems to be no correlation between social status though. Strangely enough, if a copy gets damaged, the other gets the same damage when asleep.
'There is no year. There is only heat and darkness and humidity. This world is completely desolate, with nothing in it but a choking heated humidity and dust, and a lone person, and a book.
But the government in the first world is rapidly and insidiously growing, and the story of a book that "leads to a world of doppelgangers and immense power" is spreading in the second- even to the opposition in the war, who will do anything to win. Will the two book owners manage to keep their books safe and create a safe place, or will they be separated once again, and the worlds both at war with each other.
Name: Kurt Baxter
Looks: Kurt stands at five foot eleven,his skin paler than the pages of the books he is often nose-deep in. His limbs are long for his size, and he is extremely wispy and bony. His black hair is cut short, edges straight and not a hair out of place. His icy blue eyes are almost always aloof, large in his head and turned to the ground when he isn't reading. Normally, he wears a blue jumpsuit, closed up to his waist and the long sleeves tied around his hips, a white tank top and dark blue boots. His teeth are straight and white, his cuspids scraggly and sharp, his jaw sharp. A little bit of stubble plays at his jaw and cheeks at times, but usually he is clean shaven.
Bio: Kurt lives high above the clouds, one one of the largest and more well-off platform cities. Growing up, he learned faster than most of the kids in his school, and was teased for it. He turned to books as his escape, and not only reads them but writes them as well. He is fascinated with dystopias- something he can attribute to the rare times he's watched the news, and fantasy. Mostly, Kurt is extremely antisocial, but he has some "friends".They mostly use him as an alibi to sneak out with girls, or just use him in general.
Currently, Kurt is almost done with highschool, and is working as a clerk in a local Grocery store to gather the money to go to college. He is a quiet soul, and keeps to himself.
Once a week he goes to the last actual book store on the platform and browses, boying at least one book each time he goes there. His latest find was easily the strangest find; The cover was the oddest plastic, and the pages inside were uneven and rough and some were floppy. And the oddest thing of all; It was blank. Of course he bought it, though, and has kept it in his bookshelf for a while. He's only now decided to bring it out and begin to write a story in it.
His father is the police chief for the local station, so he leads an otherwise nice life. He has a room to himself, and when his grandmother goes to an old folks' home, he will get to go live in her old apartment, right below his father.
Extras: plays the violin, writes books when he’s not reading them or working. He is an only child, and lives in the apartment below his dad, which his grandma used to live in.
Name: Audree Struandale
looks: minus the thorns and bloody halo
bio: Audree, unlike many of the other children in her town, didn't learn a lot of magic, of course it was optional but she saw no need for it in her life. She got by without it and it suited her well. She still learned a thing or two, but not enough to make an impression. Her parents on the other hand used it all the time for anything, but not her grandfather. He was very close and dear to her heart, he didn't know any magic and was just as excited as she was when she learned to hold fire. It was him that taught her the basics of living and surviving with the use of magic and she kept his promise to live that way. A few years went by and Audree's grandfather had past away, they burned the body to the remains of bone, giving them to her family.
To her kin it was only natural to hold a piece of someone close when they passed, to keep them alive in their thoughts. Audree had taken his skull, crafting it to wear upon her head, so she could keep his wisdom with her no matter where she went. She felt safe when she wore, always having his presence so she was never alone. Months went by and one day she happened to take a different way home. She ventured deep into the woods only to stumble across a large boulder, one she had not seen before and she had passed through here many times before. She walked around it to the other side and to her astonishment she found a book. It's cover was the fanciest of leather she had ever seen, and its pages were crisp and clean cut. No book she knew of was like this, she looked inside and the pages were empty. She wondered if she would get in trouble by her parents, probably thinking she had stolen it, so she kept it a secret.
That night she wondered what to do with the book, maybe sell it for her own personal money, take it to a more professional wizard and see what he knows about it, and then it hit her. She would use it like a journal, write what she thought, or maybe even a story instead. She wrote down a title at the top that read 'journal' and shut the book. She had to think of exactly what she wanted to write, the next night she opened the book and there was something written under 'journal' used of a different kind of ink and writing style, she had never seen that before and became curious ion how it appeared on her book.
extras: knows small minor spells