Candles Never Lit

The Moon Peasant has been claimed and will be played by Seleneforeverdream


Name:Candra Dyan
Age:17
Race:Magician/moon goddess
Abilities: Anything that has to do with the Moon and magic. Without Candra, the world would disenegrate because Candra keeps the world balanced.
Appearance:



Location:Glowington
Other:Up For Love
Gender:Female

NO MORE CHARACTERS

Here is the remainder of the characters.

Name: Forbidden Forest Protector: Lorisha
Age: 245
Race(mythological wise): Spirit
Abilities: She can do anything as long as the power is being used to protect the forest.
Appearance(Pictures much appreciated):
History: She was killed in the Forbidden Forest at age twelve. She has always felt that she has needed to protect the forest for fear that it will also die. Her spirit has haunted the forest since her murder.
Personality(Hobbies included): She is gentle, kind, elegant, proper, and beautiful. She has no other hobby than protecting the forest.
Other: No Love
Location(Does he/she live in Glowington, Dark Fountane, Forbidden Forest, Lucky's Woods, or is he/she a traveler): Forbidden Forest
Gender: Female


Name: Gloran Shear
Age: 113
Race(mythological wise): Human
Abilities: She is a great Warrior and was blessed with beauty for eternity as her birth present
Appearance(Pictures much appreciated):

Armor:
History: Gloran was born by an assigned woman. She was marked for leadership of the Forbidden Forest and she was hunted down and crowned. She has lead the Forbidden Warriors into victory many times. She has had few encounters with the Forest Protector. She plans to have more.
Personality(Hobbies included): She is light-hearted and always has been. She is a very careless lady when it comes to what people think about her. Nothing can ruin her happiness and seriousness. She likes to walk through the forest and just listen to the nature around her.
Other: No Love
Location(Does he/she live in Glowington, Dark Fountane, Forbidden Forest, Lucky's Woods, or is he/she a traveler): Forbidden Forest
Gender: Female


Name: Genivieve Ronsora
Age: 19
Race(mythological wise): Vamp
Abilities: She can make you think what she wants you too and can also bend your blood also known as blood bending.
Appearance(Pictures much appreciated):

History: Geniveive has always wanted to be a part of the Fountane Commitee. She has just been accepted into her place and hopes to keep it that way. If she does anything wrong then she will be thrown out of Dark Fountane all together. Geniveive does not to remember her past.
Personality(Hobbies included): Dark, aggresive, inspiring girl. She is very seductive also. Her hobbies include writing poetry, swimming freely, and hurting, causing pain.
Other: Up For Love
Location(Does he/she live in Glowington, Dark Fountane, Forbidden Forest, Lucky's Woods, or is he/she a traveler): Dark Fountane
Gender: Female


Name: Helles Angelile
Age: 18
Race(mythological wise): Vampire
Abilities: He can paralize you with one deadly glance, but it can only be temporarily.
Appearance(Pictures much appreciated):
History: He has always been heir to the Dark Fountane Commitee. His father has recently died and he praised that heavenly day. He also doesn't like to remember his past.
Personality(Hobbies included): Helles is different from the others. He is affectionate and caring. He has to put on a mask for his kingdom. His hobbies include writing about love, watching the birds, and drawing couples.
Other: Way Up For Love
Location(Does he/she live in Glowington, Dark Fountane, Forbidden Forest, Lucky's Woods, or is he/she a traveler): Dark Foutane
Gender: Male


Name: Porzose
Age: 100 (Anothers acception)
Race(mythological wise): Dark Wizard
Abilities: Anything with the four elements and spells
Appearance(Pictures much appreciated):

History: It is a tale that is not worth telling.
Personality(Hobbies included): He is the darkest of dark. He isn't handsome either so he is always cranky because he has never had a love. His hobbies include killing, pain, blood.
Other: No Love
Location(Does he/she live in Glowington, Dark Fountane, Forbidden Forest, Lucky's Woods, or is he/she a traveler): Dark Fountane
Gender: Male


Name: Cruella Devill (Yes, like the Cruella off of 101 Dalmations)
Age: 22
Race(mythological wise): Demon
Abilities: The usual demon powers
Appearance(Pictures much appreciated):

History: Has just been granted her admitance to human form again. She has always worked for the Devil and it used to be for sexual services until she filed her wish. He granted it as one girl had just entered Hell.
Personality(Hobbies included): Anything that keeps her occupied. She loves to play with any dark animal and loves anything that is dark red or black.
Other: Up For Love
Location(Does he/she live in Glowington, Dark Fountane, Forbidden Forest, Lucky's Woods, or is he/she a traveler): Dark Fountane
Gender: Female


Name: Boo Lorne
Age: 15
Race(mythological wise): Yatcha Poot (A certain devil possessed thing that is the cause of the whispers and echoes that fill the most unusual places.)
Abilities: None but her nightmare causing
Appearance(Pictures much appreciated): She is a shadow when she wants to be and sometimes is just a gust of wind. In her human form she looks like this:

History: Has also came back from hell. She wasn't a demon though. She caused Hell's inhabitants nightmares also.
Personality(Hobbies included): Whispering and causing horror. She loves to cause little children nightmares from her whispering and no one being there for them to see.
Other: Up For Love
Location(Does he/she live in Glowington, Dark Fountane, Forbidden Forest, Lucky's Woods, or is he/she a traveler): Dark Fountane
Gender: Female

Here is the first post

~Lucky~

Lucky laughed lightly as a joke was told to him. He thought that it was pretty funny, but to him everything was funny. He listened to every tree's breath. He seemed to imitate the earth's breathing. Lucky laughed once more for no reason at all. Lucky loved the feeling of happiness. Today a young girl was suppose to be visiting him. Her name was Rue. Lucky smiled as he remembered Bartholomew and Slade. What such strong love they had, such a strong bond. Lucky leaped easily to the canopy of the trees. He peered over the medow, a little village not far from his woods, and a little slim body of a girl with a head of black. Lucky grinned wide.

"Rue, my darling," he whispered into the wind. He jumped down from the trees laughing like a mad man.

~Devi~

Devi watched in glory as a man was slaughtered in front of her. There was something romantic about the idea. The murderer looked at Devi with a blood drenched face. Devi smiled slightly.

"Good day," she said. The man nodded and carried off the body. Devi walked a little further with her dark colored hair floating. She was a goddess. Every part of her glowed, floated, was beautiful, and somehow tempting. She passed a good looking young boy. He seemed like a traveler of some type. He was very handsome. Devi made her way to him and gently put her hands on his shoulders. He seemed to be paralyzed in his steps.

"I have weapons," he said. Devi couldn't help but laugh.

"I won't hurt you silly little boy," she replied. "Tell me, where do you hail from?" she asked. She listened as the young gentleman gulped loudly.

"I-I am a traveler. No particular place m' lady," the boy said politely. He was now staring into Devi's gorgeous eyes. She flaunted them to make her eyes more delicously tempting, to make her body more tempting. She was easily floating around him. Devi was like a shadow, easily disappearing and appearing.

"Well, young traveler, do you ever take a rest," she asked pouting out her lower lip. Her insides glowed with enjoyment as he gulped harder. The boy smiled.

"I can."

"Good," Devi said pulling the boy with her.

~Lyric~

Lyric plunged into the water repeatedly as she swam with glorious movements. She smiled with every dive. She was on her way to Dark Fountane. Her koi fin was so bright and beautiful. What stopped her was a hit in the ribs. Lyric tried to scream but was drounded out with water. She jabbed her fist into the eye of the Sharfin. It jerked back in pain.

"That's what you get for messing with the words of the song, Lyric," she said swimming away. It wasn't long before she was diving with a smiling face once again. She wasn't far.

~Passion~

"Arg!" Passion yelled. She had missed the bullseye by an inch...again.

"Calm down. It isn't like it's a real person," Henry said. He was Passion's best friend. Gloran was beside Henry watching Passion.

"How's she doing?" Gloran asked. Henry placed his face in is hands and shook his head. Gloran sighed and watched Passion a little more.

"Why don't you use your powers? You could hit the bullseye each time," she asked Passion.

"Because that's cheating," Passion replied coming off focus. After Gloran had left Henry spoke.

"She's hot." Passion laughed at his comment. She went back to concentrating and Henry went back to encouraging her.

~Rue~

Rue had a long way to go. She was about ten miles away from the little wooded village and then she had to travel about one hundred more miles to get to Lucky's woods. Then, after that she had no idea how far she had to travel. Rue sighed as she continued walking. She draped her cloak hood over her head and grasped her walking stick more firmly and continued on with just a slight more inspiration.

*sorry if I don't do this well, have to try to get to know my character, kinda hard lol*

Nimue

Nimue stood above a small pool of blood, chanting odd words and phrases as she spun her hand around in circles. Her eyes were closed shut, her blood red hair tightly around her sweaty face. Definitely not the usual painted pretty picture she usually was.

She thought she had trained the wildlife well. Three times daily she took walks to cool herself off from the stressful daily journey of Royal Sorcery, and three times daily all wildlife would skirt in fear, wanting to keep their lives. But this time they didn't. A small fawn had dared to tread her path, obliviously sniffing the air to sense danger arising. His nose was not good enough.

Nimue was at least humane, sort of, when she killed. She used magic to burst her victim from the inside out; unless she needed food, then it became savagery. This poor deer wasn't meant for food, he wasn't bony enough.

The blood of the fawn soaked the tree's and bushes around they vicinity of the body and Nimue. It stirred, moving around in odd ways almost of it's very own accord. It was dancing for it's master, or so Nimue had believed it. Animal blood made a powerful poison when mixed with the right types of sorcery; a poison Nimue would need for her soon-to-be partner in bed that night. It wasn't often she let one time men live to tell the tale of her expertise.

Satisfied when the blood poison was stored carefully in a vial, Nimue turned around and headed back for her quarters at the Royal Palace in Dark Fountane.

Altrusck:

Two boys were walking in the Forrest. They had decided to show the people in their village that they were not afraid of any myths about the dark chandelier.

Crack.

"What was that," The boy with the dark hair asked.

"Nothing, Jake just keep going." The boy with the fair hair answered.

They just walked in silence until, they came to an opening. They stopped behind a bush to look at something. It looked like a figure. It was carrying a candle. The candle radiated black light.

"This is starting to wreak me out dough." Jake said.

Dough just looked at the figure. Crack. Dough stepped on something. The black cloak figure disappeared.

"AArgh." Jake shout out in horror.
Dough spun around. There was a silvery face floating in the air before them. A body was forming under the face. The face spoke "Do you boys not know of my tale? Did you not know better than to come to my Forrest?"

They boys were backing away.

"Had you not heard the song about me?" Altsruck started to sing the song "Whenever you go to the woods, you better look out. 'Cos if you don't you will surely regret. The demon there will detect you oh the dark candler will find yo. So Do not venture too far or a candle you will become."

Altstruck smiled "Shall we begin."

Cries of the boys sang in the woods for the rest of the night.

Louis Carrefour - Ghede

With every step, the point of the shovel was pressed against the ground, leaving a slight indent in the dirt track. This peculiar secondary set of tracks followed those of a pair of walking boots back to the point where Louis had been walking when the rain had stopped, every step before that point washed away.

He pushed his hat back a little, raising his face to the sun for a few moments. Louis allowed himself a few moments of reflection, then began muttering under his breath, eyes closed. He nodded to an answer only he could hear, then said, audibly, "Thankyou." He looked around, "So this is the Forbidden Forest, is it?"

Wisps of blue light coalesced into a roughly human shape beside him. The ghost nodded, its voice so soft that it was snatched away by the wind almost immediately. Louis heard it nonetheless, the words drifting through his mind, "It is indeed...safer now than it was when I was here."

The Ghede turned, looking over the hazy form, noting the wounds that appeared and disappeared as the wisps shifted. "So I see." He moved from the side of the road and found the remains of a skeleton that had clearly been there for some time. Louis' shovel dug into the ground near it, every time seeming to lift more dirt than it should have been able to from the ground. Within minutes Louis had prepared a small grave, into which he placed the bones. Once he had finished refilling it, watched by the ghost, he said a brief prayer over the grave. As he finished, the ghost faded away, its relieved sigh echoing through Louis' thoughts.

Jacob Lambert - Human

The forest had grown significantly darker in his last day of travel, prompting him to untie the rope that kept him from drawing his sword. The sounds of the forest were eerier too, having changed from birdsong and the chittering of small animals to a more haunting form of birdsong, the screeches of birds of prey and a myriad of other unsettling noises.

Still, he'd been hired to investigate a series of murders that had been afflicting those who tried to travel to the other side of Dark Fountane, and he wasn't going to neglect his duty. After all, if he didn't do it, the murderer would almost certainly die without receiving absolution. It was important to Jacob that the essential humanity of his quarry was brought out eventually, otherwise he would believe he had failed in his work.

His eyes widened as they fell on a disembodied arm, the blood pooled around it still wet. A trail of the same blood led deeper into the forest. Jacob drew a piece of cloth from a pocket and tied it around his face, gagging slightly on the acrid stench hanging in the air.

A soft laugh reached through the forest to him, as if the trees themselves were amused by his disgust. He drew his sword in an instant, turning a slow circle, trying to find the source of the sound. More laughter reached him, apparently from all directions. He gulped, "Who's there?"

Altstruck:

He heard someone shout.

"Who's there."


Another victim. Why. The humans were stupider than normal today.

He turned around to face whom ever was coming. He saw a man, the man looked at Altsrucks bloodied hands.

The man grimaced.
Altstruck smiled and tilted his head "Sorry, couldn't stop myself."

Apollo stood watching the two men, she was afaid Altstuck would find her. She crept along the floor. A twing snapped between her toes. The two stared at her.She stood up in her long white dress. She smiled at Jacob.

"Another Victim" Altstuck said as he came towards me. His breath smelt of death. He grabbed her arm. He could see her heart beating in her cheast. Jacob watched from behind.

Altsruck:

Four for a day. You people are getting stupider by the minute." He let out a cold laugh.

"Let her go." Jacob said behind him.

"Or what."

"You die."

Altsruck smirked. "You cannot kill the unkillable.", his tail came from under his cloak and hit Jacob by surprise.

King Artemuis Lysander Charne


King Charne had awoken early this morning to find himself in an unusually good mood. For the past few months he'd been agitated, the Glowington Government, not including himself, were bringing back a rule centuries old that said very clearly 'All Kings Must Have A Queen By His Side'. But today, he felt so good no word could describe it.

"Good morning, Jazzy" Artemuis calls to the over-sized tiger. Jazzy turns his head, takes one look at Artemuis and then looks away, grunting something that sounded too much like a whatever. Jazzy could talk, he could talk better than a human and it was very odd to King Artemuis because he'd never seen such a creature, that is. Until he met Jazzy.

"Um... Hello, King Charne" goes the whispery voice of a hall maid, her long, chocolate brown hair was pulled up tight into a bun and Artemuis noticed that her skirt was very tight on her torso, he smiled and nodded his hello and continued walking. What could he say? He was nineteen and just couldn't help himself...



Noel Aphrodite Smyth


I ran as fast as I could threw the crowded streets of Glowington, wanting so much to take off into the sky but my wings were wet. The street guards were chasing me because I'd just been caught running on top of the market buildings, which apparently was a no no.

"Come back you crazy girl!" shouts one of the guards and I let out a demented laugh as I run faster. As I turned a corner I found an alley way and got a fantastic idea. Running into the alley I removed all of the light, forcing it into deep, menacing shadows.Perfect! I scream inside of my head.

"What the...!" shouts someone, making me jump.

"Who's there?" I ask.

((someone can come in here))

**Hey everyone. I really wanted to join this but, after finding out that I have practice every day other than Wednesday and Sunday until six at night I can't join. Heck, I can't even get on a lot anymore. This is an amazing storybook, and I wish you all luck

~Chupatoasta **

Zander

She lead me into a large house, or more accurately a castle with long halls and large rooms. The castle looks more large in the inside than out.
As we walked she asked me many questions and i answered them as truthfully as possible. In a few minutes she knew me from top to bottom, from where i came and to where i was heading. She was if not a god a extremely magnificently beautiful woman. Her eyes had an effect on me like the full moon had an effect on wolves. she was... not a mere person but more. I was charmed by her looks and by her smile, her body and everything else about her. She made me follow her by her word and the way she walked. She lead me deep into the castle as if leading me to the middle of a maze. had not asked her one question yet, too charmed and afraid of her. I had traveled long and ar and i knew who to be afraid of and who to take advantage of. She was no mere charming woman, she was a beautiful, smart woman who had many things to hide.
"My i ask what your name is my lady?" I asked almost whispering.
She did not reply at first, holding my hand and leading me through her large and long halls.
"My name?" She asked.
Her voice was much more beautiful than a birds, nothing could match it, at least nothing i had, seen, heard or thought of.




*Hmm..... Is that okay Bleeding Rose?*

Jacob Lambert

He grunted as he was thrown back onto the ground, sword falling from his hand. He dived for it immediately, dust rising from the ground as he grabbed for it. Then he pushed himself to his feet, raising it into a ready position. The demon merely laughed at him, not the same laugh Jacob had been subjected to earlier, but like that one, it echoed around him.

The human took a deep breath, "Let her go, because everything can be killed." He paused for a moment, then tried a different tack, "But I really don't want to have to fight. I'm sure there must be another way for you to be, you don't have to kill people. And you can't keep going for ever, even if I can't defeat you, sooner or later, something will be able to. And they probably won't be as lenient as I. Would you not agree that it would be better just to stop now?" He asked. "So please, let her go. You can still be forgiven."

Altstruck:

"Forgiven. Boy do you know who I am?"

"I am the dark chandelier. I am a evil that no one speaks of. I am a dragon a spirit, a demon even undead. I am not a mere demon, boy I am a devil, no I am worse.

He smiled Jacob turned around just to be met with Altstruck's other hand, it was floating in the air, and hit Jacob. Jacob jumped out of the ands way.

Altstruck hissed. He let his wings come out, he spread them "I boy am your worst nightmare, literary."

Jacob came at him "You cannot hide forever." He said.

"There my good chump, you are wrong. I don't need to hide."
Jacob hit at him, Altstruck Lifted his hand in defence, he reflected the hit... but then Jacob kicked him. In a sore place. "Oh!" he cried out.

Jacob Lambert

He jumped backwards from the creature, "You don't understand. Everyone needs to hide eventually. Everyone knows fear."

The Dark Chandelier bared his teeth, "You...stupid...mortal. You know nothing," He hissed, "Only humans feel fear. Greater beings such as I have no need for it."

"And yet," Jacob murmured, circling him, "You are not the greatest power in this world. Probably not even the greatest power in Dark Fountane." This was good - the more he offended the demon's over inflated ego, the more likely he was to lose his head and try to tear Jacob limb from limb. Under those circumstances, not only would he release the girl he still held at his side, but he would be incapable of tactical thought. At least that will even the fight out a little...

Jacob smirked to himself, twirling his sword absentmindedly, "So you're an evil no one speaks of, huh? I've seen a few of those in my time...they all seemed to be goblins and the like that weren't worth speaking of to anyone. Now, if you had any kind of semblance of power, then maybe I would have heard of you."