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The Llama Who Saved the WorldIt was a rainy night when she appeared, claiming to be a researcher and wanting access to our library. Though many were wary of this traveler, King Llane decided it was best to allow her to stay. He ordered my partner and me to guard her.
As we made our way to the room that she had been assigned, she looked around with curiosity bright in her eyes. I took my chance to observe her.
She didn't look like any researcher that I had ever seen. She was beautiful, with short red hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She wore glasses and practical travel attire: a wool cloak, rough spun britches, and a light shirt. She carried a travel bag slung across her chest and leaned on a walking staff.
"Why are there no children?" she asked, startling me out of my appraisal.
I thought for a moment before answering, "Well, you see ma'am, the king's wife died giving birth to their second child and he never had the heart to remarry. He
Nuclear AftermathIt was a time of peace, love, and prosperity. A time when man helped his fellow man and there were no hardships. The Earth was lush and vibrant, a veritable bounty for the creature living upon it.
Yeah, right, when was it ever like that? I asked myself.
After three World Wars, the Earth was in shambles. A parched husk of its previous glory. Much of the wilds had died centuries ago between the encroachment of humanity and nuclear Holocaust. There was not much left, and what was around was once again being fought over.
"Central Russia was nuked yesterday," Clint stated.
"So?" I replied. "Just means that we stay indoors until whatever passes overhead is gone."
Clint glared at me over his newspaper, "Aren't you even slightly interested in what is happening in our world today, Cole?"
"It's not that I'm not interested," I answered, exasperated. This was a common argument among us. "It's
Music better than PhilosophyHis arms slowly encircled my waist as we continued dancing to the band playing Fur Elise by Beethoven. I tentatively slid my hands behind his head, pulling us closer together and resting my head against his chest. Even in heels, he was still a good head taller than me.
As we continued to sway to the music, he quietly asked, "Why am I the only one who can see them?"
I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. And just as quietly as him, I answered, "Because you've seen me before...and because I want you to."
It seemed that this suited him, so I again rested my head against his chest. My breathe hitched a little. I had never revealed that to someone before; never needed to.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Must be the music..."
I smile, You don't know the half of it.
You don't know how much I've given up for you.
List-o-Mania Fridays-June 10, 2011-Morgan Freeman could narrate the phone book for me and I'd be happy. But alas, we have to narrate our bucket lists ourselves. So share with us your character's bucket list-- the things they'd like to do before they die.
-protect Michael at all costs
-travel to more than just the battlefield
-gain some allies
-tell Michael that I love him
-stop the war
-be something more that just a fallen Valkyrie
-June 17, 2011-Nicknames, maiden names, aliases or titles. List the things people have called you over the years.
-my little pet
-That Winged Bitch
-June 24, 2011-List....
5 things you're into right now
-Protecting what I love
-Defying the All-Father and Prophecy
-Chocolate-chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream (Hey, a girl's gotta have a vice!)
4 things that you used to be into, but aren't anymore
-Being a good little robot of a Valkyrie
Mundays-May 30, 2011-Let's talk about the bad guys!
1. What makes a good villain, in your opinion?
A good villain to me is much like a good hero: they have to have flaws. They can be all wicked and evil, but they still need to have something that gives them a little quirk; something that makes them not quite perfect; something that makes them vulnerable and therefore, they have something that even the good guys could exploit.
2. Do you tend to write more for villains or heroes?
I write more for heroes. It seems easier to write from their point of view than from a villians, but since I've never really tried it from the villians side, I suppose I should and see how I like it....not that I don't still prefer being on the good guys side.
3. Who wins more often in your stories, the good guy or the bad guy?
The good guys.
4. Have you ever written a redeemable / reformed villain? A good guy turned bad?
Not yet, but you never know, I may thro
Twofer Tuesdays-June 7, 2011-For today, tell us about two enemies you've made in your life. Who are they? How do you feel about them? Is this a friendly rivalry, or the sort of battle that ends with only one person standing and the other in bits? Were you ever friends before? We want to know!
-Odin: The All-Father-I chose to defy him for one man. I chose to defy Armageddon. Now it will come down to either him or me. Fuck, I hope I win.
-Brunhilde-My sister-in-arms. The quirky little scientist who always knew how to lift my spirits. When I defied Odin, I betrayed her and all my other sisters. Maybe someday she'll forgive me.
-June 14, 2011-Today, we challenge you give us a scene/event from your character's story from the perspective of one person involved...
I had been watching him for months now; ever since he had seen me in that near-death experience he had. He had diligently done his research and now had fig
Interview with my CharactersNinja'd this from VampiricBountyHunter. Mwahahaha!
I'll use various characters from all my stories, labeling which story they come from.
1. Sylvana Mooncrest (RT)
2. Silmara (AC)
3. Ishetalia (VC)
4. Jade (Angels/Demons)
5. Tony (Misadventures of Indiana Tony (working title, bear with me))
1. Hello! How are all of you today?
Silmara: Well, I really miss Belthas, but otherwise, I'm fine, I guess. I do have Aiden to keep me company.
Ishetalia: -looks around-
Jade: How about them powers, huh?
Tony: You know, I explored this really awesome cave!
2. Let's get down to business. Are you a guy or a girl?
Sylvana: -continues to stare-
Ishetalia: I would think that's obvious.
Jade: Totally a chick!
Tony: It appears that I'm the only guy here...
3. What color is your hair? (apparently we're being interviewed in a dark room?)
Silmara: Mine's black!
Ishetalia: Deep red, alm
TS2-Of Butterflies and FairiesThe park was idyllic. Luminescent butterflies flew around with fairies chasing them. A brown haired little girl chased the fairies trying to catch them.
"Alright, Alesiya, time to go," an elderly, white haired lady called.
"But I don't want to!" Sara yelled back.
"We have too, Sara. You're party is tonight, do you want to miss it?" the lady asked.
Sara came running over to here. "Let's go, Marie!" she said excitedly.
Marie chuckled and picked the little girl up.
Sara awoke feeling content but excited. The dream had been much better than the one the week before. She wondered who Marie was. She was reminded of her grandmother.
Sara got up and ready for the day. It was bright and sunny outside. She decided to wear shorts and T-shirt.
She came bounding down the stairs, ready to meet the new day.
"You're not wearing that, young lady," her father said, barely lookin
AF 2030: Azure Avenger Profile
Name: Azure Avenger
Alter-Ego: Annie Andrews
Marital Status: Single
Current Occupation: Student - Angel Falls University (Major in Computer Programming)
Hair: Brown with blue highlights
Hometown: Angel Falls
Base of Operations: Angel Falls
Super Strength: Can lift up to 50 tons
Super Speed: Up to 200 mph
Energy Blasts: Annie can fire blue energy from her fists. Power level ranges from being able to stun a person to damaging buildings.
Enhanced Durability: Can withstand attacks up to standard firearms with little to no discomfort. As the power of the weapon increases, her level of durability lessens accordingly.
Drummer in the band "Leap Year Satellites".
Annie Andrews was your average college student until she bonded with a piece of alien technology, granting her superhuman abilities. Along
A Closer Bond (My first try at TG stories)
I had no idea this would happen to me one day... No, me and my sister, like two completely different worlds. She's outgoing, loud and funny, while I was always labeled as antisocial... Oh well, at least she can live a happy life, I guess...
She always kept claiming how sorry she felt for me, and how much she wanted me to be accepted into society like she was, even though I always claimed, I'm fine the way I am.
Oh I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Jeff Roberts, or at least it was some time ago... How long has it been? Three or four months? Not that that matters anyway. I just thought I'd state that much. What happened is another thing, that I probably need some explanation for.
So the thing is, my sister Lilly is 16 years old, and I'm 18, or at least I was. I've had some friends till middleschool, but in highschool, life took a cruel turnaround, with the family moving to a new town. New people, new school, new everything. Lilly easily fit into the new surroundings, even joining
Camp Colve's New ProgramAt Camp Colve,new horizons are taking place. Humans and tinies are,for the first time,becoming roommates. As part of the recent expansion on Camp Colve's cabins,tinies are now accommodated for.And,as per the new requirements,each camper is paired up with one another; One tiny and one human.
You,being a new camper at Camp Colve,have recently been paired up with either
a) Human (In this instance,you shall play the tiny)
b) Tiny (In this instance,you shall play the human)
and shall spend the remainder of your time at Camp Colve with them,learning to bond with them.
Rules for RP
No God Mode or Mary Sue
No controlling my character (This gets really annoying.. This means not to say they did a certain action,or say what they look like).
Lumina's Character Sheet
Lumina de Rea
Age: 137 (She tells others she's over 1000, and most would believe her.)
Species: Tiger Mink
Height (Length): 12 feet(3.65 meters) long, not including her tail.
20 feet(6 meters) long including her tail.
Weight: 1.2 Tons (1088.62 Kg/ 2400 lbs.)
Fur color: Primarily Blue-violet, with lavender around her belly, face, feet, and the end of her tail. She has black tiger stripes that run down her back, forelegs, hindlegs, and tail. She has a black pattern on the edges of her eyes that resemble two triangles and a hook. The tip of the fur on her head is dyed a dull magenta.
Eye Color: Indigo
Mouth Color: Indigo
Accessories: A small(for her size) dark grey framed mirror.
Erza Scarlet Vs Link: Death Battle PreludeMecha: Sometimes, it takes more than a sword to survive against the creatures and dark magics of the world of fantasy. It pays to be prepared for any situation thrown at you. And with us as a representative for, Death Battle veteran, Ray
Ray: Great to be here. In this corner, we have Link, the Hero of Hyrule.
Virgil: In the other corner is Erza Scarlet, the Titania of Fairy Tail.
Mecha: Wait, shouldn't you be stuck in the hospital after Steel punched your throat out?
Virgil: Hey, you didn't think I miss out on this, did you?
Mecha: That still doesn't answer my question.
Virgil: You know, despite the fact our boss is an unholy abomination, he surprisingly gives good health care to his employees.
Mecha: Well, you're the lesser of two idiots so I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Ray: Anyway, it's our job to test their weapons and skills to find out who will win a Death Battle.
You Wouldn't Hurt Me chapter 2Marshall Lee let out a low groan, his body trembling as he slowly fell back into consciousness. His head was swimming, pounding, like someone had taken a hammer to it. He could also feel nausea biting at the back of his throat and was finding it very hard not to vomit. The vampire couldn’t believe the state he was in.
What the hell was going on?
The symptoms he was experiencing were akin to a hangover, but he immediately ruled that out. The last time he drank was when he was with the party gods and that was nearly over a decade ago. No, the feeling he was experiencing was strange. He could describe it as feeling overly full, almost bloated. He felt like an over gorged leech that just dropped off its host.
Dully realizing he was lying on his living room floor, Marshall lifted his head and looked around. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, his attention settled on what looked like a dark motionless mass lying on the floor in front of him. The first thing that came to hi
Creepypasta the Fighters Boss: CreepsMcPasta
Bio: CreepsMcPasta is Mr. Creepypasta's servant. Originally a person obsessed with macabre and creepy stuff, the god decided to make him into a being similar to himself. He is a cunning and self righteous person. Confident in his own powers, he doesn't take things too seriously and considers things that are of no interest bothersome. Even when faced with serious situations, he is calm and somewhat blasé.
Powers/Weapons: CreepsMcPasta wields a power called Pasta Power, which is made out of his life force.
*Pasta Crusher: CreepsMcPasta charges his right hand with Pasta Power, then surrounds himself with Pasta Power while flying spinning towards the player.
*Somersault Kicks: CreepsMcPasta performs a forward somersault with his legs outstretched, kicking the player up to twice and aiming to land on the player's knees.
*Head Stomp: CreepsMcPasta leaps into the air and lands perfectly on his player's head, in a standing position with his arms folded. He then backflips off agai
Creepypasta the Fighters: Nemesis
Bio: Real name Nancy Gale, Nemesis is a proxy of Slender Man who although not malevolent and insane, is quite capable of killing her victims without remorse. However, she does not kill those who are pure and innocent. Rather she kills those who have or had done wrong but were never justifiably punished.
Powers/Weapons: She can manipulate shadows, though it's not very strong. Her main weapon is a yo-yo with retractable blades and she had a pet tarantula named Geneva who is as big as a horse. When Nemesis loses control over her shadow manipulations or is her life is in danger, she will transform into her dark form which is merciless and somewhat insane.
*Walk the dog: Nemesis throws her Yo-Yo downwards.
*Get Here: Using here Yo-Yo, Nemesis imitates Scorpion's spear move.
*Geneva Hairs: Nemesis pulls out her pet tarantula Geneva, who flicks hair from her abdomen.
*Shadow Yo-Yo: Nemesis whips her Yo-Yo, glowing black with Shadows, hitting the opponent multiple times.
The Last of an EmpireWarning; this story contains Sci-fi themes, alcohol, moderately violent language, dragons, and vore. If you are somehow offended by any of those, don't read and please don't leave rude comments.
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"Another..." A man, who almost looked too young to be drinking in the first place, wearily called as he placed a now empty glass back onto the table.
The bartender, a scrawny looking creature with leathery grey skin and four arms, only shook his head "Sorry, mate, but that'd be your sixth drink this night." The bartender said in something akin to an Australian accent
"Ya see, any more than five glasses of Kre'shan Ale is considered too toxic for human consumption. I can get you something else if..." The bartender trailed off as the man lifted his sleeve to reveal a barcode and number that looked to be tattooed onto his forearm. However, upon closer inspection it looked as if he had been born with it.
"Oh... I see. I'm so sorry... Thank you for your service."
SparringI used to spar with my sisters to hone my skills, now all I have is thin air. Sure, there's Michael, but I'm afraid I'll hurt him in the heat of the moment. He may be a man, but he's mortal and certainly has not had thousands of years of training. It's sad...pathetic really. The best exercise I get is when we're fighting one of the assassins. Well, more I'm fighting and he's running like all the dogs of Hell were on his ass, but still...
Sighing, I continue to swing my daggers through the air, twirling them intricately.
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