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Dark Fairytale RP: [Always Open]

Doc heard the Dragon-man's voice clearly in the calm air. A survivor. Well, he technically was surviving, but he'd not been a survivor of the attack. In fact, he'd only just arrived, plans ruined when he realized people were being hurt. Stopping to help may have been a bad idea. He adjusted his mask, stood up, and stared back to the man.

"Less a survivor, more of a... Survivee, know what I mean?" Doc spoke shakily. He knew that if it came to a fight, he'd stand no chance. And he certainly was not willing to confront a man, a dragon, whatever the hell he really was.

He took small steps back, getting closer and closer to the forest behind him. When his foot crossed the treeline, his whole body felt lighter, felt better, felt good. He hadn't even noticed when he was there earlier. It felt comforting, but at the same time, uneasy. All the same, it was better than getting slaughtered by a dragon.

The moment he thought he had a chance, he whipped around and began to sprint through hom grassy forest, dodging trees on the way. His dark robes flowed like a black river as the bounced, slamming either onto him, or the trees that came a bit too close.

Doc, while having a tough personality, certainly knew when he was in trouble. He just hoped dearly that there was someone - something - that could help him, assuming that he was followed, of course.

Not as We (Enchanted Forest Survival)

*Waits anxiously for something to happen*

Dark Fairytale RP: [Always Open]

Doc, hiding silently behind a tree, attempted to help one of the soldiers. He was badly hurt, but he didn't seem dead. His chest rose and fell at an odd pace. Blood dripped from his mouth as Doc propped him up, pushing him against a tree. Despite the fact that he was quite clearly destroyed, he handled himself pretty well. He could speak, he could move his fingers, he could shake his head. Whatever the dragon-like creature did, it was powerful beyond anything Doc had ever seen. And that's saying something, considering some of the horrifying things he'd treated.

"Whatever the hell that thing did to you, I've never seen anything like it. Hate to have to tell you this, but I'm not quite sure-" Doc cut himself off after realizing the soldier had stopped breathing. It'd happened so many times before, he sighed rather loudly and turned his attention to the commotion between the dragon-man and the tribal. They were arguing over something, but he coudln't make out what it was from the distance he was at.

He stepped out from the trees, crouching low to the ground, and hid in the grass in front of the treeline. Through the thick accent of the tribal, all he could understand was something about rum. He looked threatening, but he sounded slightly less so. Doc continued to move closer as the two talked.

The World of Kyr

The world of Kyr was once a beautiful and prosperous place, covered in green grass and lakes. There even used to be a giant ocean that ventured all across the western hemisphere. Trees and forests litered the lands, the sky was a pretty, bright blue. It was a place that everybody enjoyed, the nature kept them all sane, kept them close. Despite there being multiple nations throughout Kyr, there were few wars or feuds. They all got along splendidly.

But recently, an evil force invaded Kyr. Spirits, ghosts, apparitions, whatever it is that you would like to call them, began to take control. They entered and consumed the souls of the governments, of innocent people, of every living thing on the face of Kyr. Their presence killed the trees, leaving them dead and hollow. Sometimes even the trees could be heard whispering to the travelers.

The spirits had slowly crawled from person to person, destroying the beautiful lands. It was said that it'd happened once before, thousands of year in the past. But only a group of brave adventurers could take them down and restore Kyr to what it once was.

Supposedly, the head spirits had taken control of highly regarded government officials and took to hiding. There were rumors of the first head spirit located in the Leshburg Castle.

Leshburg was known to be one of the biggest castles on Kyr, not to mention the deadliest. While Kyr was generally peaceful, Leshburg was located in a land of orcs. It just so happened that orcs were the most violent of all residents or Kyr. The castle, ridden with traps, would be a difficult journey to traverse, but the only way to learn the location of important leaders of the spirits.

Will there be anybody willing to help aid the restoration of poor Kyr? Will there be any brave souls who would take down the spirits?

Places

Original Land of Kyr

New Kyr

Leshburg Castle

Creatures

Spirits

The First Head Spirit

So, would anybody be interested? I'm thinking of maybe four to five people would be nice. I did a very similar plot years ago and people seemed to enjoy it, though it was on a different website.

It'd be GREAT if we could allow the use of injury or even death. Makes it more entertaining, know what I mean? And maybe if you are killed, you could come back as a spirit sort of thing, but obviously on the good side. Unless, that is, you can come up with a better idea, then I'd be all ears!

If there's anything anybody would like to add, please do let me know! Especially if it would make things more interesting and fun for you!

The Poor Among Us

Elliot held onto his giant suitcase with both hands, his knees knocking into it every time he took a step. The sound of his legs pounding against the leather echoed inside his mind, the only thing keeping him sane. They let his poor ass into a rich kid school like this, he simply couldn't believe it.

Other newbies filed into the hallway he was in, along with the students who'd been there a while. They shoved past him, slamming him into the wall multiple times, but he held onto his suitcase the whole time. If he let go, he might just pass out right then and there. It was his lifeline at this point.

He trudged through the crowd, looking closely for his room number, room 147. He past 141, 143, 145, and finally, he saw his dorm number, the door already wide open. He swung the suitcase inside, letting it slide along the polished wood flooring. It was so polished, the suit case just kept going and slammed into the desk inside. Elliot winced, but he followed it in.

Inside, there were two beds, both quite lavish and expensive-looking. It seemed like just one of these beds would take a years worth of income from his old school to pay for. The beds were on either side of the room against the wall. There were two white desks between the beds sitting on top of a white rug. There was one giant dresser that had already been opened as well. There were dividers in the middle so that people could share.

One of the beds had belongings on it already, two suitcases and a bag. Nobody was there to claim it, though, so Elliot disregarded it for the time being. He picked up the case he tossed and brought it on top of his bed and began unpacking. He owned almost only button-up flannels, a few plain dress shirts, and a couple normal T-Shirts. He folded them and layed them out on one side of the dresser.

After he'd taken care of his clothes, he took the moment to take a picture. He aimed his camera at the dresser and clicked it, watching the little picture come. He took hold of his, shook it gently, and set it on the dresser.

"This is one journey I don't think I'll soon forget..." his smooth voice hung in the empty room.

The Poor Among Us

Personally, I'm anxious to start and people can still hop in. It's not like there's a whole plot formed yet anyway xD

The Poor Among Us

Name: Elliot O'Connor
Age: 17
Date of birth: February 5th
Scholarship student or Rich kid: Scholorship Recipient
Grade: Junior

Favorite Subject: He has always been interested in the arts, whether it be drawing, writing, or anything of the sort. While he's good at those types of things, he has a particular nack for photography.

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender Identity: Male

Personality: Elliot is a kindhearted person, but doesn't usually say enough to make that clear. He's very quiet and doesn't talk to many people, instead, tending to watch people from his own little world. He sees people as real people, unlike most people now adays. Even the jerks and rude people are still real to him. He's made fun of often, simply for being quiet and to many, an outsider. They think he's an idiot for being who he is: a good person. He gives credit to where it is due, though, and compliments people quite often. Whether they hear him or not is a completely different question.

Background Information: Elliot was born in a small family of 3, including himself. He was mostly raised by his father, his mother having been killed in a car accident only five months after he was born. His father disagreed with his choices, particularily for doing what he was good at: photography. He disapproved because he was a sports person, and extremely competative. To him, photography was not a manly thing to do, but despite his father's objections, Elliot continued to take pictures.

Extra Info: He always carries a vintage polaroid camera around his neck wherever he goes. He also keeps a small notebook in his messanger bag for writing in when he feels like it.

Not as We (Enchanted Forest Survival)

Appearance

Name: Fenix
Species: Will-o-Wisp
Origin: Born from Neglect

Abilities: Fenix can speak, unlike most Will-o-Wisps. He can also take control of small animals and creatures, but it takes a great deal of energy, so he can only do it when he is feeling particularily well.

Weapons: Itself, for it is rather hot. It can soar at people or things, usually ending in a decent burn.

Limitations: Since it is very hot, it can be dispelled with any sort of cold liquid. While it won't necessarily be killed, it will be dimmed and nearly powerless. Also, as mentioned above, he has a limited amount of energy when taking control of another small being.

Personality: Fenix is very up-beat and happy when he has enough energy, joking and acting very opptimistic. When he is low on energy, he gets very dark, irritated, and angry. Sometimes he realizes and tries to keep himself quiet, but other times he blows up. The angrier he gets the hotter he becomes, but the hotter he becomes, the less energy he has. When he loses enough energy, he fades into only a slight flicker and disappears for awhile.

Not as We (Enchanted Forest Survival)

Awesome @Snarl, will do!

The Poor Among Us

Name: Elliot O'Connor
Age: 17
Date of birth: February 5th
Scholarship student or Rich kid: Scholorship Recipient
Grade: Junior

Favorite Subject: He has always been interested in the arts, whether it be drawing, writing, or anything of the sort. While he's good at those types of things, he has a particular nack for photography.

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender Identity: Male

Personality: Elliot is a kindhearted person, but doesn't usually say enough to make that clear. He's very quiet and doesn't talk to many people, instead, tending to watch people from his own little world. He sees people as real people, unlike most people now adays. Even the jerks and rude people are still real to him. He's made fun of often, simply for being quiet and to many, an outsider. They think he's an idiot for being who he is: a good person. He gives credit to where it is due, though, and compliments people quite often. Whether they hear him or not is a completely different question.

Background Information: Elliot was born in a small family of 3, including himself. He was mostly raised by his father, his mother having been killed in a car accident only five months after he was born. His father disagreed with his choices, particularily for doing what he was good at: photography. He disapproved because he was a sports person, and extremely competative. To him, photography was not a manly thing to do, but despite his father's objections, Elliot continued to take pictures.

Extra Info: He always carries a vintage polaroid camera around his neck wherever he goes. He also keeps a small notebook in his messanger bag for writing in when he feels like it.