The Region

[OpenTheDoor]

This is because most of my threads only have one other person than me on it do I’m looking for a few people here.

Once upon a time when men was merry
People did laugh, joy spread through us all
Freedom and light guided the way
Everyone had nowhere to fall

The count of one high up in the skies
Watched and leered with a blood-stained heart
No-one knew about this heart so cold
No reacted at the start

Shadows ruled over the region
People’s voices never even spoke
The King’s grin replaced the sun
But he didn’t know about the power that woke

A group of people spread through the region
All rose up against the dark
All containing skills that you could only dream
All with their might and mark

Smited down, the King was defeated
The young Group smirked and cheered
The King’s evil plan was near complete
“All they need is to be steered”

With one last wish, the King did beg
Mercy was the only thing he wanted
The Group being young, they didn’t quite know
They didn’t know of the danger that daunted

With agreement, they banished him below
He became just like a normal one
He lived amongst others with a memory clear
Or that’s what they thought they done

Years passed with the Group then split
The earth-bound King took each for his own
One by one they slowly came to his grasp
But none had ever known

Out of the eye of many
They changed their ways by forced
Darkened hearts slaughtered the land
The King remained enforced

The people’s shattered hearts are all saying the same
All wanting this misery to end
The Prophecy of the Doomed clasp this region’s hold
No one escapes, they’re all condemned

The land never has seemed to recover
The region still remains cloak in black
The tale of the Doomed is only an echo
All are waiting for the Group to come back

The ancient prophecy are the words that echo through the whole of Drensrel, the region that hasn’t seen the light. No-one comes out or dare to go in so no-one dares to help. The words of a new group are coming out from the people, all their false hopes coming together in one. These people shall be their last hope and if they fail then the region shall forever be in darkness.

YOU! YOU’RE WANTED!

You’re all one of the New Group and one of the people in this region. You’re also a descendent of the original Group and so have skills a.k.a. powers [cheer].
Rules:
• No copying powers please. Be original and be creative (Were-donuts if you must)
• If you do do ... then please no details, I think we can all guess what’s happening so we don’t need the details
• If you’re going to be all ‘woe-is-me! My dad abuses me and I cut myself and I’m a mess! Whaaaaaaaa!’ kinda thing then you may as well leave now. You can have a little bit of woe but don’t overload
• You’ll all have a ‘mark’ that shows that you have a power (hint: ONE power) like if you control nature, you can have a vine-like tattoo thing, okay?
• If you’re unsure of anything, ask

Character Form (please don’t copy the details in brackets):

Name:
Age: (late teens going up to mid-twenties)
Gender:
Power: (One, possibly two. It has to be raw and untamed so they won’t be amazing with it right away. They could have some hints towards it but nothing like ‘I was out with my friend last night and then we got in a fight and I was so angry I accidently burnt down their house...’)
Appearance:-
- Hair:
- Eye:
- Mark: (What it is and location. Also how faint/vivid it is)
- Other:
Personality:
Biography: (Past and whatnot. Did they have a certain job in the region? Use a bit of imagination for this part, eh?)
Positives: (What are they good at?)
Negatives: (What do they struggle with? )
Theme Song: (Optional but I just thought that I’d add it in, eh?)

Message me if you’re unsure on anything.

And here's how it'll start! There’s news of another hanging in the heart of the region. Everyone must attend to it. You’ll find out more about it people later

DICTIONARY: (Yes, I thought that it may be useful...)

Ryonin - The leader in the sky. All of the people look up to him as their savior to get them out of the darkness of the region. The opposite of the Dark One; he was thought to have banished the Dark One and is the symbol of the Warriors of Blood.
The Dark One - The evil king that lived above... Just look to the Prophecy of Doomed.
The Prophecy of Doomed - The long poem-like thing that is the intro to this. Look to the top of the page.
Warriors of Blood - They are the original ones with Talents that banished the Dark One. They each have a Mark of Bond.
The Resistance - The Warriors of Blood's descendants mostly. They also have normal people but they are just there for cover mainly.
Mark of Bond - The mark on your body that shows that you are of Warrior's Blood.
Talent- Simply powers. Only one please.
The Holy Crest - The tavern which also is The Resistance's base.

[OpenTheDoor]

So...loneliness... Even after I wrote a phrophecy?

[Freedom_Elite]

Name: Lossidian Kiledrian
Age: 17
Gender: M
Power: Aerokenesis
Appearance:-
- Hair: Brown, long, straight
- Eye: Dark Blue
- Mark: Compass Star on his left palm, very visible.
- Other: He wears a hoodie, half gloves, jeans and a scarf to cover his face.
Personality: He is easily angered, because of his history his anger normally makes him violent.
Biography: He grew up without a family, learned to fight on his own, grew up to be nothing more then a warrior.
Positives: Sword fighting and Archery
Negatives: Uhm see personality : )
Theme Song: Uhm Idk, Boondox - Untold Unwritten?

[Freedom_Elite]

I joined : ), just took me a while to make a char.

[OpenTheDoor]

Thanks

[Freedom_Elite]

Xp : ) where's your char?

[OpenTheDoor]

Me char is 'ere XD

Name: Ilia Cortello
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Power: Auras
Appearance:-
- Hair: Short punky white. Thick.
- Eye: Wild amber, seems to be swirling
- Mark: Wings on her back. Faint.
- Other: Wears biker jackets, skinny jeans and a festival scarf at all times. Never shows her back with good reason.
Personality: Quite mysterious and doesn't talk unless needs be. The kind of person that seems to curious about everything but doesn't show it. She is extremely blunt too.
Biography: Ilia travels around a lot by herself and hates to stick in one place. She gets by easily somehow and doesn't think about her past.
Positives: She's clever and knows how to handle things including fights. She isn't afraid of taking risks or leading either.
Negatives: She can't be caring or considerate and is more of a dictator when leading. She can be blunt when spoken to.
Theme Song: No Apologies by Sum 41

There.

[Gifty]

Name: Atlantia
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Power: water and light
Appearance:-
- Hair: blonde
- Eye: one blue one green
- Mark: a long spiral design down her right arm going across her back and down her left arm, really vivid
- Other: she wears bright colors with black alot
Personality: happy, easily angered, smily
Biography: she worked in a pet shop for 3 years she loves to move arond but cant because she has to save for college
Positives: stays calm in bad situations
Negatives: can be super bossy, easily angered.
Theme Song: umm jaws

[OpenTheDoor]

Gifted, can I ask you to pick one or two of the elements and not all of them. Plus Kile kind ahas wind...

[Freedom_Elite]

Xp I already control the air : /.

[OpenTheDoor]

exactly... Sorry m'dear but I'm being strict.

[OpenTheDoor]

Thanks Gifted! Now, anyone else wanna join?

[Charlie]

let me make a charrie


Name: Evan Kingsley
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Power: Control of electricity
Appearance:-
- Hair: Dark brown, curly, it is kinda styled
- Eye: Bright blue
- Mark: lighting bolt on the back of his neck his hair barely covers it, it looks like a freshly made scar (so red) and quite visible if you move his hair
- Other: He wears alot of red, be it red soccer jerseys, red flannals, red shirts. He has red niki shoes, and wears jeans or red basketball shorts. When he wears red b-ball shorts his shirt is normally white. He is 6'5, with a tan, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He is from Texas He has a deep voice, and a very baby looking face
Personality: He lacks self confidence, but is a leader. He has a sweet temperament till you piss him off. He is kinda like a lion or a teddy bear.
Biography: He is an only child, and his dad expects the best from him. He is captain of the soccer team, and plays goalie. He lives a normal life in his small town. He has high morals due to his father, but he prefers them, it makes him in his mind a bit more noble.
Positives: he is chivalrous, goes with his gut, and a great goalie
Negatives: has like no self confidence, is scared of water, and his eyes reveal when he is lying or not.
Theme Song: uh... Clocks by Coldplay

[OpenTheDoor]

Lol, maybe I shouldn't have put theme song... Thanks for joining

[Charlie]

no problem... the theme song was the first song that came to my mind

[OpenTheDoor]

Fair enough.

[Gifty]

[OpenTheDoor]

The crowd gathered in centre of the square in the middle of the capital, the black sky above glaring above them. On the wooden, damp and rotten stage stood a figure, a proud grin pinned to his face. The dark eyes that he carried searched the grouping people.
Confusion was the only obvious thing here, everyone was clueless to why they were here, but all they did know was that they couldn't leave; they were blocked in. They had no choice but to wait and watch was going to happen.
"Welcome!"
The voice echoed through the whole of the square, people's attentions immediately darted to the pair on stage. The tall slender man clad in black who stood at the back and a round jolly-looking man with the symbol of the region hanging from his neck.
"What you are about to witness is the dawn of a new time!"
With a click of his chubby fingers, a young man was unveiled, blood-stained clothes hung loosely, semi-torn and dirty. The people gasped like they knew what was happening.
"This is Will Opelle! He shall be the message to all of you! I'm sure all of you have heard of the Prophecy of the Doomed, the tale of our region! This man's ancestor was the Dark One. His blood has been dirtied with the murder of a thousand men! This is a payment to the Ryonin! May he bless us with the knowledge by his sacrifice!"
The crowd gasped, racket radiated through the whole of the square. The blockers began to move, giving their deathly glare to all those that continued. The man clad in black eye's rolled as he took a step forward.
"All those that have a problem with this can speak with me directly but you should know that I am the man that caught this man in the act of the Impossible: magic!"
The crowd quietened again: they knew what assumption would be made if they dared whisper anything more. No-one needed that trouble.
"Now, by the Ryonin by my witness! May the demons that lie within your blood be cleansed!"
The dirtied man's expression didn't move nor id his eyes. they stayed fixed to one point throughout the whole of his speak: the run-down tavern, The Holy Crest.
"I shall say one thing! All those that know that truth! You know where to go! I shall see you there!"
"Silence him Dralac!" the chubby man yelled, pointing at the man, "Pull the lever."
"With pleasure," the black-clad man smiled, pulling on the lever.
The crowd gasped going into a frenzy. There were only a few that didn't seem to react, one of them, a young girl close to tears hid her face under a hood once more and swiftly moved out of the crowd without anything more than a whisper.

(Okay, you all just witnessed that and are heading the the tavern. Sorry it took me ages to do this but I swear I've already put this on about five times... Oh well).

[Charlie]

Alex who was standing in the backof the crowd ducked out. No one noticed him, he was rather swift. He made his way towards the tavern using the back way to get their. Just in case anyone was watching. He stubbed his toe on a rock and silenting cursed, he quickly checked to see if anyone had heard, but no one was their he figured they must have still been at the square.
His toe throbbing he bent over to take off his shoe to check it out. he sat on the ground, and examined it, it wasn't broken, but just bleeding a little. Nothing he couldn't handle. He placed his shoe and sock back on and continued to the tavern.

[OpenTheDoor]

"How was it?"
"As swell as any hanging would go, would it not?"
The small group that was forming gathered around the old oak table in the middle of the dimly lit room, the candle's light flickering over the walls. Hoods remained raised as looks were exchanged.
One figure stepped forward; well-built, maroon robes. Slowly, he dropped the hood to reveal a scarred face and dark eyes, one that had seen much more than most. Slamming a fist on the table, it was obvious that he had had enough.
"So, Will's gone and we've been brought to the public eye, what are we going to do? It's the end of us!" he shouted.
"Ulric! Silence! You have to remember about the Young Blood! You seem to forget about them and there's more being found daily!" another stepped forward, taller and slimmer.
"I think that it's obvious that they will do nothing. They've crossed a line with just a single darn move! It's ridiculous!"
"No! What's ridiculous is the simple fact that none of you will ever take a chance! I know now is not the time to be arguing and of course we're starting to gain knowledge because of what has just happened but I think that we have something else to be dealing with!"
All eyes turned around to the figure that had just come into the tavern. A leather jacket hung to their body. Lowering their hood, a small white bob showed off along with bright amber eyes.
"I'll take the group, I'm the one that have been here more than any other of my age and I'll start them on their training, agreed? I shan't need anybody else and will update daily. I may be young but I know what's going to happen."
"Why don't you tell us then Young Blood?" Ulric opened an arm for her to walk forward.
Slightly nervous, she gulped before taking a step into the crowd, all of the eyes on her.
"I-I saw things that none of you will believe. Yes, my talent may not be in a physical area but I can still be as useful as any other with the talent of strength or fire. And the main difference between Will and I is the fact that I shan't get ahead of myself and go to any lowly pub where it's obvious where someone's going to get him drunk and blab. Yes, I know that there's another and I know you're going to be shouting it out if I didn't say this, but it's rather inappropriate, no?"
She raised a hand to a pair of figures to her left, all ready to point out that she was pretty much the only girl here, though they were going to point it out in a different, more blunt, way.
"What's your name?" Ulric asked, raised a bushy brow.
"Ilia, Ilia Cortello."
"What's your talent?"
"I see auras and from that can easily predict one's near future, though it isn't highly accurate."
There was a long silence until the man put his hand out. The girl smiled before taking the hand lightly.
"For the rise of the region."
"For the death of the Ryonin."
The candles blew out instantly, the deep smell of beer and oak laced in the air, with the smoke swirling lazily in the air as she smiled.
"I'll need nothing but all of the Young Bloods. I know that they shall all have gathered here soon or at the present time. If anymore arrive tell them to come to the back room, and to keep their hoods up; we don't need anymore...questions, eh?"
As the crowd nodded, she bidded her leave, walking into the shadows left behind from the lack of candle light.
"She's going to get herself killed... Rydal, Lucian, light the candles once more and we shall continue with the plans."
The only thing that could be heard then was the sound of striking matches and dull footsteps of people and mice.

[Charlie]

Alex finally made his way into the tavern. He was limping, his toe would have to live. Nothing could be done about a broken toe. As he walked in, his hood, he was rather silent. Candles were being re-lit, he wondered if he had missed something.
He looked around, wondering where to go. Some one he did not recognize came to him. "Go to the back room, Young Blood."
Alex glanced at the man and continued further, into the back room. He slipped in, and sat in a large leather chair, waiting for what would happen next.

[Charlie]

(sorry his name is Evan)

[OpenTheDoor]

Are anymore coming? Let's say no: someone can always catch them up later, eh?
Ilia smirked as she stood up. The group of people that were in the room, all sitting on different chairs of different heights; it looked rather odd. Nevertheless, the girl walked out to the table in the middle of the room, much similar to the one that the other group had been standing around, though much smaller.
"Okay, how shall we start this?" she muttered, as she lowered her hood, "Lower your hoods, no-one is here that shouldn't be; The Elder Blood have got that sorted."
Looking about the room, she didn't realise that numbers were so small; she thought that there would be about a dozen; it didn't even reach half that.
"I know that I'm not the oldest or the most qualified for the job but I shall be the one taking all of you out of the city and into the Mountains of Timbal for your training. This should take a few months before we come back into the Holy Crest for further action. This means that you need to pack up quick and pack up fast and get yourself out of here. Yes, you may need to pass through town and it's heavily guarded but I think those buffoons will be too busy with trying to deal with the weeping crowd at the moment," she sighed, "We all knew Will, he was our old leader and a fine young fellow so the least we can do for him is not get caught; we can't afford to lose any more numbers, eh?"
She looked around the room to see what others thoughts were, something that she could generally tell from her Talent.
"And I'm Ilia."

I think I may have to set-up a dictionary or something... Maybe on the first page.

[Charlie]

Evan lowered his hood. So he would be training in the mountains now. He wasn't sure of what to think of this but he knew it was best not to argue. Bad things always happened when he tried to argue. Plus there was really nothing to argue. He thought she seemed perfect for the job. He ran his hand through his hair and nodded signAling he agreed with her.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Good."
She didn't know what else to say really; she wasn't a good public speaker at all. Walking back to her seat, she looked about the room to see if anyone had anything to say... Silence was never a good thing.
"Okay then... Get packing things and be back here by an hour's pass. If we leave you behind, I doubt that anyone would want any of us to be here whilst the grovelling goes on, eh? And if you any questions, wake me."
Swinging her weight around the other way, she raised her hood and tilted her head back into thin air.
"So, you're meant to be leading us?"
Two tall-ish guys walked up to the large leather chair that Ilia was sat at, almost asleep.
"Yep. Ulric's words, not mine," she answered, not moving her body, "I only offered because none of you lazy lot would do it... Plus I was Will's second-in-command."
"Who's your second-in-command?"
"...I haven't got to that yet. We'll see who doesn't mind a bit of a challenge and all that, eh?"
They just nodded before walking off, leaving the room close-to-empty. It seemed that something about her was domineering.

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