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Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

@Fetzen all good, pretty messed up myself.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

All in all the place was terrifyingly quiet, smelt of rot and generally made Spark wish she stayed behind. After waiting to watch the others split up, she ducked into a small building, the edges of her hair lit and casting a soft orange glow on the inside of what seemed to be a chicken coop containing a single chicken who stared at Spark with a single unblinking eye. Needless to say Spark was immediately smitten.

Walking out carrying the newly warded and concerningly patient chicken in her arms. Spark wandered around, checking up on the bird every so often. It seemed to blink very rarely if at all and seemed to take interest in the strangest things, such as the tiny flames that flickered across Spark's body.

While the chicken was a goldmine in Spark's opinion, she knew the others would be angry if she did not find something of real value. It was then she noticed the larger of the buildings, an obvious residence to a sort of landowner. Spark remembered her father complaining about a particularly old and stubborn man, and the etchings above the doorway matched the shaky signature of the old man in question.

Ducking into the doorway was the moment Spark noticed the others were there, it was useless at that point to hide really, being a literal living torch holding a now audibly complaining chicken that, while completly still, clucked and grumbled at every flickering shadow.

" Surprise I guess, look what I found. "

Spark sounded absolutely thrilled about her find, while the chicken meanwhile kept its eyes on the particularly long shadow to their left, clucking in what can only be described as a threatening tone.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

More than likely, this is just before the ruin. The town in question is at the base of a mountain, and at the egde of a forest.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Wish it was a bit longer but here we go. Post up.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Spark was in a strange mood, not really sure of anything right then. It was not just her either. As she walked she joined one other, then as they kept walking more and more arrived until a good 50-60 children walked alone into the middle of nowhere, nearly all too terrified to even think about approaching a settlement until everybody was too hungry to complain.

It was nearly midnight, and it took hours of arguing between thevolder kids, something Spark was glad she had not been a part of. Eventually though, they had to go, sending a party of older kids into a strangely quiet town at the edge of the forest the rest hid in. The little town was quiet, no torches burning or smoke rising to be seen. The buildings themselves were of simple make, sturdy and made of the wood from the nearby forest. The cultivated land nearby betrayed the small settlement's farming origin.

Spark had not been chosen to go with the older kids, but she snuck along anyways until they were too far into the village to argue. They were there for supplies of any kind, food, water, blankets. Ways to defend themselves would not go amiss, but they were children and this was a farming village, there would not be too many useful items.

The fight that happened here did not last long, a fact apparent by the multitude of bodies that lay still in the center of the village, a group that thankfully was devoid of children. Spark avoided looking at the dead, she was reminded of the undead that attacked when she was 7, easily repelled but frighteningly persistant. Spark almost half expected these bodies to getvup as well.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

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Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Alright everybody, still waiting on one other complete cs, and one other to finish. Deadline will unfortunately be thursday, friday at the latest so we can get this started.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Spark

Spark

Race
Human

Age
12

Gender
Female

Fears
Dragons, loss of control

-Description-

A small human girl of no older than 12 with uneven and gently singed light brown hair that stops around her shoulders. Her clothing is simple cotton, though the dress is burnt away and singed in many places. It leaves one to wonder who allows her to dress this way, or if there is anybody to care at all, certainly the messy hair, wild grey eyes and lack of shoes adds to the look.

-Personality-

She is a suprisingly angry little girl, for being worshipped as a phoenix in her hometown far from most civilization. Prone to sudden mood swings, she can enjoy the company of a person one moment and wish them ash a second. Despite her natural pyromancy however, she is still a little girl and is just as curious and naive as the next.

She is surprisingly kind however, always quick to smile for birds, and quick to tears for the injured. In fact, even if she is quick to anger and stay angered she has a wide array of emotion that she chooses to try and hide from the world.

-Pyromancy-

Due to the wild nature of pyromancy it can obviously be destructive, but when spark focuses she rarely intends true harm and due to this she has little combat experience outside of temper tantrums that involve setting herself ablaze, often catching things things around her in her rage.

Spark is what mages refer to as an " Elemental " a mage born with a gift for a single elemental catagory, with no true hope of learning magic outside this catagory. Spark's element is fire.

Wards
Due to her lack of control, Spark has taught herself a few weak flame wards to prevent her from setting ablaze the things she enjoys keeping around.

These wards are able to redirect heat and flame away from the object in question. These wards are weak, and break easily from overuse and at the end of the day, forcing her to practice her wards by constantly reapplying them to the required objects.

-Skills-

Burning things
Both a skill and a very much enjoyed activity.

Sewing
A little girl must know how to keep her only set of clothing from falling apart, a skill she can thank her mother for.

Elvish speaker
A crush on an older Elf boy in her village led her to spend a lot of time learning the Elvish way of life, her illiteracy means she cannot read or write her own language let alone Elvish, but she is fluent enough to hold decent conversation.

-Background-

Her life was that of a simple trading village on the edges of civilization and belonging to none, her home was a trading hub of information and goods, people and lifestyles that all clashed in often strange ways.

For the first ten years of her life she enjoyed herself as a normal, albeit tempermental child. Since age four she was an admirer of the elvish people and their ways, the orphaned girl spending more and more time alongside the long living peoples. At age 7 she gained a best freind in an elvish boy who acted as a buffer between Spark and her poor decicionmaking.

As one would expect from the life of a child, nothing truly extraordinary happened until age 10 when her pyromancy developed, resulting in a forest fire. The two years that followed were a blur, magi and researchers came and went in an attempt to teach Spark to harness her abilities, to no positive result.

It was only in the week of madness and the days to follow that Spark had begun to wish she had practiced her abilities.

The world fought, and Spark was stuck in the middle of a sudden four army war with nobody truly belonging to any one side. As far as Spark knows or cares, she was the only sane person to escape her village.

She followed the story, as many children had. She found a new family in these forgotten and abandoned, but unfortunately a few wished to save the adults, a poor decision in her mind but who is she to argue?

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Is there a spot left? Sorry I been busy with work.

@Doll Maker

Yessir, just pm me with your character sheet, more info on the sheet can be found in previous messages, or you can follow the wonderful examples in the characters tab.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Finishing up my character, will start once everybody is ready. For those of you who I have not responded to or are still interested but have not pmed, please pm or re pm me. My inbox is a mess and I don't want to miss anybody.