[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/5ewFz9t.png[/img] [img]http://imageshack.us/a/img534/7311/rl2a.png[/img][/center] [b]Once upon a time…[/b] …there was a girl. A brave, brash little girl who dreamed of a big future in following in the steps of her mother and heroes. A little girl who wanted to grow up big and strong, to help and protect the weak and the needy. To become a Guilder, and save the lives of those who needed saving. To, for the first time ever, make some friends. She took on the sword of her hero and journeyed out wide eyed, to accomplish her dreams. [b]Once upon a time…[/b] …there was a boy. A bright, hopeful boy that grew up in a harsh and bitter world. He had no dreams, for already his dreams had been decided for him. Despite the cruel reality of the boy’s world, he longed and yearned for something better, something kinder. He followed his heart, and for that he paid the price. He died, and was reborn. Saved by a little girl. That was where their story first began. A year had since passed, and they had been on many exciting adventures since. They both started off small, working their way up to bigger, more exciting missions. From rescuing lost cats and chasing after boarigs, to fighting bandits and braving collapsing castles and mines. They helped people. They helped each other. They had many wonderful adventures meeting new people and making new friends. They had, unfortunately, lost some along the way too. One all important, inspirational man who meant the world to the little girl. The closest thing the little girl could call a father. It made her sad. Sad for a very long time. But the sadness wasn’t forever, and the happiness returned. It returned thanks to a number of important friends she had made, friends who were there at her darkest hour and who were willing to stand by her no matter what. -------- • A tiny, brunette, helmet wearing prankster, adventurous and full of life, with a predisposition towards shooting things with her butt-pocket uzis and an insatiable love for cheese. She was the closest thing the little girl had to a younger sister. • An older, blonde haired, buxom cleric, whose healing spells healed the little girl’s fatigue and pain whenever the little girl faced it. Which was very often indeed. Also the prankster’s begrudging ward, she was the closest thing the little girl had to an aunt. • A loud, foul mouthed, larger then life red haired berserker, who stood true to her title in all facets of life. A powerful, inspiring figure who backed down from no fight and more often then not was the cause of them. She was the closest thing the little girl felt she had to a protector. • A self doubting, but well meaning brown haired electricity mage, who showed more care for the safety and well-being of others then most would ever know. A man who harboured great doubts about his capabilities but who faced them and always did the right thing. The closest the little girl could call an uncle. • A beautiful, mesmerising dancing songstress, whose clearheaded, rational manner of communication, care and grace towards others was the calming influence the little girl and everyone else needed. She was the closest the little girl had to an older sister. • An equally spunky, adventurous blonde haired archer with an immense love for nature and all of the life it held. A girl who stood by her beliefs and always did what she thought was right, despite her lax in attention. A girl who always stood by her companions and friends’ side. She was the little girl’s first best friend. • A flamboyant, utterly confusing and perplexing attention hog of a man who was once upon a time their enemy. A man who was an unassuming catalyst that ended up bringing everyone together. A man who cheered up the spirits of the little girl and her friends during their darkest moments. He was the closest the little girl had to a big brother. • A blonde curled woman of respect and kindness, who always gave it her all to not only support the little girl but to support everyone who needed help. Who tirelessly and diligently gave up quite literally everything for that which she thought most precious. Who supported the little girl in ways both big and small. She was the closest the little girl had to a mentor. • A beautiful, serene, blonde haired artist who could bring wonderful and fantastic creations to life, whose upbeat outlook and infectious determination to support others. Despite not knowing him for long, in time, he would grow to be the closest thing the little girl had to a younger brother. • A strange violet haired animal summoner with an interest in the morbid and outrageous, ridiculous jokes and a love for soda, with a wild and weird interest in particular fashion. A man who could stare down death and laugh. He would grow to also be the little girl's older brother. • A sharp and confident, beautiful woman with a penchant for drinking and the ability to create the impossible, possible. A woman with a perpetually cheerful attitude and cool exterior, an utterly dependable ally. She too, would grow to be the little girl's older sister. • A diligent and hardworking brunette who always focused on her mission to a fault. A girl who was utterly loyal and dedicated to her friends, despite facing horrible adversity and hardship in her life. A girl who would never say never, and always fight to the end. She would grow to become one of the little girl's most trustworthy friends. • A messy, unconfident blonde man lacking in self confidence and a tendency to collapse on his rear. A man who, despite looking crazy talking to his familiar sound spirit residing in his mind, could always be relied upon to support his friends and to strive to work his hardest. As the newest addition to the little girl's family, he would grow to be like her younger brother. There were others the little girl had met along the way whom she would call her friends, although circumstances forced them to part for the time being. An enthusiastic marauder with a love of riding on trains and looking upon the bright side of life no matter how sad it got. A flirtatious rogue of a nekomimi whose smile could never be turned upside down. A man skilled with a glaive and justice, dspite struggling to understand the emotions of his peers. A young, athletic acrobatic woman with the ability to channel her energy into her fists to back up her sassy attitude. Even those whom had been at odds with the little girl at first, such as the proud and mighty earth warrior whose fists could break stone, or the drunk and lecherous ranger who rarely acted in the manner that befit his rank would earn the laughter and friendship of the little girl. Even a certain hoodie wearing hoverboarder with a nasty attitude streak towards others would have her friendship, provided he received a solid thump in the nose first. -------- The little girl had had a wonderful adventure so far, and made wonderful, priceless friends and memories in that time. No, she had made more then just wonderful new friends. She had made a family. The best part was that whilst her adventure had lasted some time, it would still not yet end for a long, long time to come. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/YGM63VB.png[/img] [img]http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j35/sjhollingsworth/talessprites5_zpsb607f5f5.png[/img] [b][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofohl7IW494]Opening Theme: Now~ Paramore[/url][/b] [b]A [Pachamac] [Bunanigans] [Taerinn] [Rexcalibur] [Dannyel] [Fox of Spades] [Crescendo] [Orpheus] Production[/b][/center] ------------- (Here's to the next 1000(+1700) posts, and the next 1000(+1700) after that!)