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Working on a character. I figure the group could use some wings so I'm thinking Noibat, Fletchling or Gligar. Most likely Gligar. Should be up within the next few hours.
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This has my interest. I'm not sure how well I could RP this sort of scenario but I'm willing to try.
We still doing this? We waiting on Arianna? Is AliceZaru aware that she was added in? What's the status
FINALLY posted. I'm sorry about the wait. This week turned out to be a lot busier than I expected
There was a commotion in the village as the crowd gathered in the square. Their eyes were fixed on the villa at the top of the hill overlooking the village. Though the harsh sounds coming down from the villa had been raging since just after midnight, it was only until well after the sun rose that their fear finally lessened enough to be overpowered by curiosity. They stared at the villa, the light reflecting off its walls of glass. There were shrieks and roars, and many noises that were impossible to identify. The one sound that was clear was the occasional sound of shattering glass. What could possibly be going on in the home of that demon, the master of the town.
Deep within the hill a warrior was racing down a long corridor made of glass. He roared beneath the dark blue hood as he chased the yellow mist only a few feet ahead of him. It cackled and shrieked, projecting fireballs and raising walls of glass as it tried to get out of his reach. It was quickly approaching a mirror at the end of the corridor. The warrior braced himself as he knocked another fireball out of his way with his staff. The fireball was deflected and dissipated as it hit the glass. He could already see himself in the mirror through the haze and its reflection. As the mist reached the mirror, it quickly solidified into the shape of a large yellow bird that flew through the mirror. The warrior grunted and ran faster, diving through the mirror right after the demon. He felt his stomach lurch as he came out of a mirror in an entirely separate part of the glass villa's multiple basements.
He skidded to a halt and immediately turned to face the mirror he had just existed. A hint of a smirk crept across his face as he swung his staff. The sound of a tiny giggle rang out from the mirror followed by a loud shattering as the fell. That was the last one... or at least he thought it was the last one, which was good enough. Turning swiftly he continued the chase, running at yellow haze. It approached another mirror, changing into a bird once more. Only when it entered the mirror this time, it stayed. The creature flapped around within the frame of the mirror, continuously shifting between mist and bird from but it could not escape. The warrior walked up with a smirk on his face. He removed his wolf's head hood which he had definitely been wearing throughout the battle and following chase. His hair and bare chest were drenched in sweat. The battle hadn't been that strenuous, but it made for a cooler image. He raised his right hand to the mirror,the glove dematerializing as he did so. "Now I can destroy the evil that has plagued this land for too long." He plunged his hand into the surface of the mirror and grabbed the yellow bird by the crest. The rapidly shrinking yellow bird had a single blood red feather at the back of its crest, he plucked it off and the bird unravelled like a sweater. The warrior removed his hand from the mirror and tucked the feather into his satchel. There was the same giggling sound he'd heard after breaking each mirror, and then a deafening cacophony as the entire villa shattered.
A few moments later, the warrior stepped out of the wreckage, miraculously unharmed by and of the billions of glass shards around him. The only sign that he had even been involved in any of the previous night's events was a single cut across his left cheek put there by the bird's talons. As he stood there, he caught sight of a few of the men from the village walking up the hill.
"You did it!" they cheered. "You killed the demon!" He gave a grim smile as they ran up and knelt before him. "How can we ever repay you for freeing us from the evil?"
"Free you?" he asked. "I've done no such thing. The evil that terrorizes our land was not that demon. In fact, its presence here has been the only thing keeping your village safe. No, so far I have only succeeded in luring out the evil. In fact, here it comes." He pointed out to the horizon where what seemed like a second sun was rising. It was a large ball of white fire speeding towards them. Everything before the fire melted away into a black liquid which fell behind ball of fire. The liquid itself was forming an enormous inky black wave darker than night itself. The men of the village turned white with fear at the sight of the approaching doom.
Of course that wave wasn't the evil, Lucas decided. No, that was just him waking up. That must be it. Yes that seemed appropriate. The light of waking up, the world melting away. It only made sense. Ah, there it was the light.
Lucas sat up in bed, stretching his arms. He got out of bed, knocking the book he had fallen asleep reading to the floor. He stepped over the books and toys and clothes strewn about the floor making his way to the door to his bathroom. That had been quite an adventure last night, but now it was time to prepare for his real life adventures. This world had plenty of mountains to climb and demons to face.
10/4/14 6:55 AM
Deep within the hill a warrior was racing down a long corridor made of glass. He roared beneath the dark blue hood as he chased the yellow mist only a few feet ahead of him. It cackled and shrieked, projecting fireballs and raising walls of glass as it tried to get out of his reach. It was quickly approaching a mirror at the end of the corridor. The warrior braced himself as he knocked another fireball out of his way with his staff. The fireball was deflected and dissipated as it hit the glass. He could already see himself in the mirror through the haze and its reflection. As the mist reached the mirror, it quickly solidified into the shape of a large yellow bird that flew through the mirror. The warrior grunted and ran faster, diving through the mirror right after the demon. He felt his stomach lurch as he came out of a mirror in an entirely separate part of the glass villa's multiple basements.
He skidded to a halt and immediately turned to face the mirror he had just existed. A hint of a smirk crept across his face as he swung his staff. The sound of a tiny giggle rang out from the mirror followed by a loud shattering as the fell. That was the last one... or at least he thought it was the last one, which was good enough. Turning swiftly he continued the chase, running at yellow haze. It approached another mirror, changing into a bird once more. Only when it entered the mirror this time, it stayed. The creature flapped around within the frame of the mirror, continuously shifting between mist and bird from but it could not escape. The warrior walked up with a smirk on his face. He removed his wolf's head hood which he had definitely been wearing throughout the battle and following chase. His hair and bare chest were drenched in sweat. The battle hadn't been that strenuous, but it made for a cooler image. He raised his right hand to the mirror,the glove dematerializing as he did so. "Now I can destroy the evil that has plagued this land for too long." He plunged his hand into the surface of the mirror and grabbed the yellow bird by the crest. The rapidly shrinking yellow bird had a single blood red feather at the back of its crest, he plucked it off and the bird unravelled like a sweater. The warrior removed his hand from the mirror and tucked the feather into his satchel. There was the same giggling sound he'd heard after breaking each mirror, and then a deafening cacophony as the entire villa shattered.
A few moments later, the warrior stepped out of the wreckage, miraculously unharmed by and of the billions of glass shards around him. The only sign that he had even been involved in any of the previous night's events was a single cut across his left cheek put there by the bird's talons. As he stood there, he caught sight of a few of the men from the village walking up the hill.
"You did it!" they cheered. "You killed the demon!" He gave a grim smile as they ran up and knelt before him. "How can we ever repay you for freeing us from the evil?"
"Free you?" he asked. "I've done no such thing. The evil that terrorizes our land was not that demon. In fact, its presence here has been the only thing keeping your village safe. No, so far I have only succeeded in luring out the evil. In fact, here it comes." He pointed out to the horizon where what seemed like a second sun was rising. It was a large ball of white fire speeding towards them. Everything before the fire melted away into a black liquid which fell behind ball of fire. The liquid itself was forming an enormous inky black wave darker than night itself. The men of the village turned white with fear at the sight of the approaching doom.
Of course that wave wasn't the evil, Lucas decided. No, that was just him waking up. That must be it. Yes that seemed appropriate. The light of waking up, the world melting away. It only made sense. Ah, there it was the light.
Lucas sat up in bed, stretching his arms. He got out of bed, knocking the book he had fallen asleep reading to the floor. He stepped over the books and toys and clothes strewn about the floor making his way to the door to his bathroom. That had been quite an adventure last night, but now it was time to prepare for his real life adventures. This world had plenty of mountains to climb and demons to face.
10/4/14 6:55 AM
Working on my first post. Got well into it, just can't decide on how to finish off the dream. Should be up later tonight though
EDIT: Make that later tonight...
EDIT: Make that later tonight...
Name: Lucas Ochoa
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance:
In his dreams he appears as an older version of himself with an athletic muscular body. He alters his appearance to match his role and the world he is in, but other than that he directs his attention to making himself look like what he would define as a badass.
Personality:
Between always being told he can do anything he sets his mind to and actually fulfilling that in his dreams, Lucas has come to think very highly of himself. He honestly believes he can do anything, and puts full effort into many things that interest him. He thinks himself invincible, even more so now that he's hit "that age". Lucas has a lot of nerve and never hesitates to throw himself into an uncomfortable situation. Having grown so used to never experiencing failure in his dreams (at least not any failure that he himself didn't will into existence), he is quite reckless in the waking world . Though he tries to be kind, he can't understand how others don't have the same attitude towards life at him. He has a strong sense of pride and pushes back pretty hard when he feels he's being disrespected.
History: Lucas's parents divorced when he was very young. They split on good terms, and Lucas gets to see his father any time he comes to town as well as spend a fair share of the holidays and summer vacations with him. He lives with his mother and stepfather. Lucas was introduced to the world of fiction through his stepfather, an English professor. He fell in love early on with the heroes in his books. He got further exposed to the stories of television and video games as he grew up. He became determined to be like them. In school he was more interested in soccer and creating his image. He put some effort into studying, deciding that a hero didn't need to be a genius but needed to not be an idiot either. As such his grades are decent, though he's gotten positive feedback on his writing. He's gotten into a couple of scuffles, either stepping into take down a bully for a smaller boy who didn't ask for his help or by overreacting to an insult.
Dreams: Lucas's dreams take various forms. He's often playing out a story in a world inspired by various combinations of video games, books, and movies. He likes to throw in various "twists" and jump around roles within the dream in order to make the story more interesting. One minute he's the president's champion defending the White House from the army of demons, the next he's the evil wizard descending from the raging storm clouds to kill the champion, only to spend the rest of the dream as the pro soccer player on a quest to the wizard's tower after accidentally discovering his only weakness. Until he decides he's actually the hero's sidekick who has to step in and save the world when the hero can't bring himself to make the necessary personal sacrifice.
9/12/14 8:29pm CST
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance:
In his dreams he appears as an older version of himself with an athletic muscular body. He alters his appearance to match his role and the world he is in, but other than that he directs his attention to making himself look like what he would define as a badass.
Personality:
Between always being told he can do anything he sets his mind to and actually fulfilling that in his dreams, Lucas has come to think very highly of himself. He honestly believes he can do anything, and puts full effort into many things that interest him. He thinks himself invincible, even more so now that he's hit "that age". Lucas has a lot of nerve and never hesitates to throw himself into an uncomfortable situation. Having grown so used to never experiencing failure in his dreams (at least not any failure that he himself didn't will into existence), he is quite reckless in the waking world . Though he tries to be kind, he can't understand how others don't have the same attitude towards life at him. He has a strong sense of pride and pushes back pretty hard when he feels he's being disrespected.
History: Lucas's parents divorced when he was very young. They split on good terms, and Lucas gets to see his father any time he comes to town as well as spend a fair share of the holidays and summer vacations with him. He lives with his mother and stepfather. Lucas was introduced to the world of fiction through his stepfather, an English professor. He fell in love early on with the heroes in his books. He got further exposed to the stories of television and video games as he grew up. He became determined to be like them. In school he was more interested in soccer and creating his image. He put some effort into studying, deciding that a hero didn't need to be a genius but needed to not be an idiot either. As such his grades are decent, though he's gotten positive feedback on his writing. He's gotten into a couple of scuffles, either stepping into take down a bully for a smaller boy who didn't ask for his help or by overreacting to an insult.
Dreams: Lucas's dreams take various forms. He's often playing out a story in a world inspired by various combinations of video games, books, and movies. He likes to throw in various "twists" and jump around roles within the dream in order to make the story more interesting. One minute he's the president's champion defending the White House from the army of demons, the next he's the evil wizard descending from the raging storm clouds to kill the champion, only to spend the rest of the dream as the pro soccer player on a quest to the wizard's tower after accidentally discovering his only weakness. Until he decides he's actually the hero's sidekick who has to step in and save the world when the hero can't bring himself to make the necessary personal sacrifice.
9/12/14 8:29pm CST
Okay, I figured but thought I just wanted to make sure. Can they turn their ability off? Like can they just say "Oh I just feel like having normal person dreams tonight" and then sleep without being aware of their dreams? At this point I'm just curious but I figure it could be fun for characters to use that ability to have some fun. Let a dream progress "normally" for a bit then step in and try to creatively get rid of the warthog in the classroom, shrink the blackboard back to normal size, and try to get clothes because you showed up in your underwear.
IVIasterJay said
His dream world is continuous from one night to the next; every night he creates his world exactly as it was at the end of the previous night.
So you clarified that this is the case for Aaron. I take it to mean this isn't a requirement then. We can have our characters choose a new adventure every night?
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