Post by moonsplasheh on Mar 11, 2009 18:36:32 GMT -5
Creature of The Dark
All is peaceful in Wish
Until the sightings of the large Shadow creature happen…
Will you leave Wish?
Will you take a stand?
Or will you mysteriously disappear?
Form
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Weapons:
Pets:
Fav. Song (To be in the beginning of your chapter) :
Other:
Characters
Name: Moon, Mai, or Moonsplash
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Personality: Shy, hot-tempered, sarcastic, animal lover, vegatarian
Appearance: Wears outdoor clothes. Dark brown hair, chestnut brown eyes, a few dark freckles.
Weapons: A magic wand, bow and arrows
Pets: Rain the golden horse
Fav. Song (To be in the beginning of your chapter) : Teardrops on the Grave
Other: This is my first fanfic, so YAY!!
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Personality: Shy, hot-tempered, sarcastic, animal lover, vegatarian
Appearance: Wears outdoor clothes. Dark brown hair, chestnut brown eyes, a few dark freckles.
Weapons: A magic wand, bow and arrows
Pets: Rain the golden horse
Fav. Song (To be in the beginning of your chapter) : Teardrops on the Grave
Other: This is my first fanfic, so YAY!!
Name: Gloometh
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Personality: Evil, calm, very smart. Overprotective of Adder.
Appearance: Dark brown hair, lots of scars, strong build. Large indigo wing, sometimes feathered, sometimes dragon like. (Change when she sleeps) Has cat features, such as white cat ears, black fluffy cat tail with white tip, icy blue cat eyes, and cat teeth. Wears black clothes, a black kacket (all the time) and her lab coat. Plus a scarf.
Weapons: Daggers and her lab.
Pets: A cheetah named Cheetahfleet who can become anthro and talk.
Fav. Song (To be in the beginning of your chapter) : You Can't Take Me by Byran Adams
Other: Doesn't eat meat, follows Gloometh Law and is a mad scientist bent on taking over Ww.
Name:Myst
Gender:female
Age:14
Personality:because of people teasing her from 5th to 8th grade she has become really cold towards many but to specific people(her best friends) they get to see the side that not many see. the sad and lonely girl who just wants to have friends.
Appearance:She is tall for her age and she has shoulder-length blonde hair with red streaks. her eyes are Emerald green, but when night comes around they turn a pitch black color. though she still doesn't understand why. Also she mostly wears jeans and a t-shirt so it hides most of her pearl white skin.
Weapons: Dagger
Pets: A black wolf named Argan
Fav. Song (To be in the beginning of your chapter) : the hero in me by emily osment
Other:nope
Name: Muse [can't stay out of your pockets]
Gender: Female. xD
Age: Thirteen.
Personality:
Short-tempered, obsessive-compulsive, eerily calm, and swears far more than she knows she should. She's childish, though, and tends to act like an eight-year-old. She is skilled with cards, and tends to act as though she were younger than she is, and innocent.
In bad situations, she freaks out and cries like an eight-year-old, as I said before.
She's quite flexible, and has the habit of tilting her head and sitting like a feline would. Whenever she's troubled she tends to act even more like a cat: "Myahhh!"
Whenever she's nervous she tends to go "Ehh" or "Ahehheh..."
When she's sleepy, her Cajun heritage will slip out with her tongue. In other words, she'll use a Cajun accent until she finally sleeps.
Anyhow... Muse has a sad immune system. And by "sad", I mean "very, very, very WEAK immune system". She gets sick almost every week, in some way. Medically, she gets bladder and kidney infections quite a lot. Rarely, they come with a fever, but she'll feel like crap for the whole day nonetheless. Her fevers can get rather high, but not to a seizure extent. That's madness.
As I said above, she's an obsessive-compulsive, in the hand-washing department. Which is why her hands are always cracked, and which is why she wears gloves.
Appearance:
Dark, long brown hair, with side-bangs that can never stay out of her eyes no matter how many times she puts them behind her ears.
She wears a black turtle-neck ALL THE TIME. She has several of the same shirt, in other words.
She also wears a black-and-gold Mardi Gras mask, with black satin around the eyes.
Bags.
MASSIVE bags underneath her eyes ruins her pale complexion.
Her eyes are dark, dark brown, almost black, pretty much.
She wears a striped blue-and-white scarf daily, no matter the weather, but during the winter she wears a sky-blue shawl as well as her scarf.
She almost ALWAYS has a red spade on her left palm, as she draws it there A LOT.
She also wears an orange dog collar, which was, once upon a time, around her great Grandparents' dogs' neck. He passed away after hit by a car on a Sunday, though.
Because of her being an obsessive-compulsive hand-washer, she covers her scaly, dry, cracked hands with black-and-grey striped gloves.
Weapons: Since she's pretty clever, she can use her tongue to wiggle out of things, but
Pets: A snowy-white owl named Aerial. He's very fast, hence his name.
Fav. Song: Who Wants to Live Forever? by Queen.
Other: Her IQ is a tad above 150. -Has taken an IQ test in school before-
Chapter Links:
Prologue: This post
Updates:
March 12: Wrote the Prologue!
Prologue – Moonsplash’s POV
The sweet little flowers
Gather all around
As the raindrops fall to the ground
The drops on the grave
Fall from her eyes
Sobbing silently as she cries
She’s crying in the rain
Thinking ‘Things will never be the same’
As the sun comes out and shines
Teardrops On The Grave-Unknown
I yawned as I walked sleepily along my neighborhood road. It was a sunny, crisp morning here in Ww, the normally peaceful city that I lived in.
Sighing with tiredness, I decided to ride my spirited mare, Rain, over to the Fanfic Building for some reading. I didn’t have anything scheduled until later.
I whistled as I waited for Rain to jump out of her corral. The horse came cantering lazily up the street to me, tossing her head.
Looking at my horse, I didn’t notice the soft beating of wings from the cold air above.
I was about to grab her halter when fear glinted in her brown eyes. I jumped onto the mare’s back, hoping that I would be able to calm her down.
But I didn’t expect her to buck wildly. In Rain’s panic, I was thrown painfully onto the hot asphalt. Rolling away from the horse’s stomping hooves, I saw my glittering blood on the black pavement. More concerned about my arm, I didn’t see the scaly claws in the corner of my vision.
My attention was torn from my scraped, cut arm when Rain’s hard hooves came dangerously close. Dragging myself into a sitting position, I screeched, “Woah, girl! Rain!”
She galloped madly back down the road towards her barn. What caused her to spook? I wondered, looking around from my awkward kneeling position in the middle of the road.
My eyes widened through the traffic and roar of cars now flashing past me.
And I screamed as I saw the large, dark shadowy shape speedily flying towards the mountains.
(First chapter! Sorry it was so short........)
[/center]The sweet little flowers
Gather all around
As the raindrops fall to the ground
The drops on the grave
Fall from her eyes
Sobbing silently as she cries
She’s crying in the rain
Thinking ‘Things will never be the same’
As the sun comes out and shines
Teardrops On The Grave-Unknown
I yawned as I walked sleepily along my neighborhood road. It was a sunny, crisp morning here in Ww, the normally peaceful city that I lived in.
Sighing with tiredness, I decided to ride my spirited mare, Rain, over to the Fanfic Building for some reading. I didn’t have anything scheduled until later.
I whistled as I waited for Rain to jump out of her corral. The horse came cantering lazily up the street to me, tossing her head.
Looking at my horse, I didn’t notice the soft beating of wings from the cold air above.
I was about to grab her halter when fear glinted in her brown eyes. I jumped onto the mare’s back, hoping that I would be able to calm her down.
But I didn’t expect her to buck wildly. In Rain’s panic, I was thrown painfully onto the hot asphalt. Rolling away from the horse’s stomping hooves, I saw my glittering blood on the black pavement. More concerned about my arm, I didn’t see the scaly claws in the corner of my vision.
My attention was torn from my scraped, cut arm when Rain’s hard hooves came dangerously close. Dragging myself into a sitting position, I screeched, “Woah, girl! Rain!”
She galloped madly back down the road towards her barn. What caused her to spook? I wondered, looking around from my awkward kneeling position in the middle of the road.
My eyes widened through the traffic and roar of cars now flashing past me.
And I screamed as I saw the large, dark shadowy shape speedily flying towards the mountains.
(First chapter! Sorry it was so short........)