Kidnapped

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Plot

The country of Cambosea is under serious threat. All of the surrounding isles are declaring war, and Cambosea has no ally.

Cambosea is far behind all the other countries, their military is minuscule and no power-users have been discovered. The population of this country is small, and the dungeon bleak, unlike the other isles.

King Piddel has decided there is only one way to deal with this. To kidnap all of the most powerful from all of the surrounding isles and force them to fight in favor of Cambosea.

That is where you sit; kidnapped. In your past, you either used your strengths and powers for the good of your country, or you used them for bad and had been locked up in the dungeon. It's up to you. Most of the prisoners will probably view this as good: a chance to escape, while the others will think of it bad: they've been taken away from their homes and forced into "slavery". But the plot twists. There is no escape.

You can be any mythical race that suits your desire EXCEPT Vampires and Werewolves. They just don't fit into the plot. Everything else is open. Half breeds are welcome!

You can have any ability you like, everyone will be equally powerful, nobody more powerful, nobody less.

The Lands Surrounding Cambosea(Please State Which One You're From);

[s]Cobbleton: Cobbleton is a mountainous country. It is well forested, covered in mountains, and the climate is mostly cold.[/s]
[s]Arborland: Arborland is a savanna-like country. Covered in deserts, water is scarce, therefore making towns few, yet huge, and only along the coast line.[/s]
[s]Crevetia: Crevetia is like a rain forest. Covered in Jungle, Crevetia is one of the main importers of beans and fruits.[/s]
[s]Farydul: Farydul is an ice land. It is covered in snow almost all year round, and hot weather is non existent, but the temperature is still livable. Tree's are rare, and all hills are just build ups of ice.[/s]
Vendegger: Vendegger, the isle furthest from Cambosea, is the closest in comparison. It bears all of the climates from the other isles. Only one slot left to be from this isle.

Given there are only 5 isles, only 2 people can be from each. I will post often to list what is still available. Towns from these isles are yours to make up, as I know some people will want to list history of towns they'd been to, etc.

NOTE: Nobody Can Be From Cambosea, not even myself.


Rules

1) No more than one character per person. There is a max of 10 people in this story book, so please only use one slot.
2) Post more than once a week, both here and in the Discussion Thread. This explains itself quite well.
3) Stay in character. If you think you'll have trouble controlling someone else's character's personality, request an IM chat to go over some basic techniques.
4) No God-Modding. Nobody here is better than the other, yet you are all extremely powerful. That is why you were chosen.
5) No one liners. If you're going to go short, try for at least one paragraph(6-8 lines)
6) Use proper grammar. Some mistakes are okay, but please at least try.
7) If characters are to fall in love, please keep any sex scenes out of the story.

There is a list of characters with no set personality that can be controlled by anyone through anything. You all are new to Cambosea, you've never been here before, so there is no likely hood that you'll run into someone from your past. If there is, I'll talk it over with you. Anyways, here are the all-control's;

King Piddel
Queen Rayna
Servants
Maids
Cooks
Soldiers
Basic commoners and castle staff
Templar(profile below)

Character Bio

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Isle of Origin:
Appearance:
Abilities:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Personality:
History:
Other:

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Here's my character;

Name: Elon Elais Ralyn (E-Lawn E-Lace Rall-in)
Age: 19/Nineteen
Gender:Female
Race: Half Elf
Isle Of Origin: Vendegger
Appearance: Her
Abilities: Master of the blades, Elon is unbeatable in a sword or dagger fight. She is also excellent at ranged fighting, and can control the flame element to a small degree. She also has assassin like abilities; stealth, deception, mastery of posion.
Strengths: Fire, Anger, Other People's Suffering, Trickery, Stealth
Weaknesses: Water, Trickery, Her Own Suffering
Personality: Elon is a smart donkey. She is quick to use sarcasm at any given time, and delights in making others suffering worse. Despite her hotheadedness and unruly temper, Elon is sweet and caring at times.
History: Murder. The most common word in Elon's vocabulary. At the age of fifteen, Elon flared against her father and murdered him. he had beaten both her and her mother, and had unknowingly killed a child in her mother's womb. Fire burned in her as she stood over his dead body, and the overwhelming urge to run. And she did. She assassinated countless people, both with blades and poisons. Feeling the need to know to use more than one weapon, she trained herself in swordsmanship and archery. She was finally caught on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, over one year ago, and has been in holding in the Vendegger dungeon, awaiting trial.
Other: Up for love.

The profile for Templar;

Templar is playable by all people. He is the one who gives us our tasks and who speaks to us about our captivity in Cambosea, etc etc. He is basically in charge of the whole show, therefore he needs a profile.

Name:Templar
Age: Mid thirties
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Isle of Origin: Cambosea
Appearance: Him
Abilities: Necromancy, but he never uses it. He never follows the people on missions.
Personality: Guarded. Tells it like it is. Blunt. He has no compassion for anyone, and does not attempt to. Cold and bitter.
History: Nobody knows his history.


No more than 10 people in the story book, including me, please.
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Name: Kiron
Age: 17
Gender: male
Race: storm dragon
Isle of Origin: Crevetia
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dragon form- http://media.photobucket.com/image/blue ... on.jpg?o=3

Abilities: master of long arms, spears, lances, etc... weapon of choice is a glaive, or long bladed spear. Versed in stealth, survival, recon missions. Extensive experience in tactical planning. Can use the storm elements, wind, thunder, and water.
Strengths: Elements, areal combat, stealth.
Weaknesses: Extreme claustrophobia, too competitive, easily dehydrated.

Personality: He's hot tempered with a love of life that no one else can match. His friends joke that he's an 'optimist by nature, a cynic by circumstance.' The best way to describe Kiron is intense. Arrogant, graceful, and passionate, he has a temper, but years of experience have taught him to think with his head. Kiron treats everyone he meets with some degree of mistrust. He lives by his own code and he's a trouble maker.The rest of his personality will be revealed with time.

History: There is only ever one storm dragon in existence at a time. When the previous Storm Dragon dies, the great mother dragon. (i.e. dragon goddess) Takes the soul of the old dragon and places it inside an unborn child. Like those before him, Kiron was born during a typhoon. His powers were uncontrolled when he was young, so his parents brought him to the castle. Where he was adopted by Crevetia's Lord Captain (the general basically). He was brought up to take his father's place and was soon to be knighted when he was kidnapped.

Other: up for love
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*One other thing, Kiron doesn't just use storms, he literally is the storm, the element given physical form. The same would hold true for a fire dragon, or an ice dragon, or an earth dragon.*




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Name: Ballow

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Fire Fox/Nekoen. (Nekoens are very human in looks, but they have cat ears, tails and senses. Sometimes they even have a cat like personality.)

Isle of Origin: Arborland

Appearance: (Except obviously he has a tail and cat ears. ^^)
Human: http://fez-kuro.deviantart.com/art/06-Roziel-63821221
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Abilities: Can use fire/electrical/heat powers. Adept at throwing daggers and sword fighting.

Strengths: Fire, heat. He is fire incarnate. And accuracy - he has amazing sense and eyesight (cat like senses. ^^)

Weaknesses: Water totally nullifies him and earth dampens his powers.

Personality: Crazy, random, unexpected, indescribable. He is a very charming person mostly with a wicked sense of tainted humour and the ability to put hidden meanings into words which people sometimes catch, but more than likely are put off by it and think about it continuously until it comes to then days later. Ballow is also playful and enjoys a good banter. He has a bit of a evil taint in him and enjoys paining other people - though only slightly.

Background: There is only ever one fire fox in existence at a time. When the previous Fire Fox dies, the soul leaves and possesses an unborn child. Like those before him, when Ballow was born a huge fire came into existance and living in such a dry desert it claimed the lives of his mortal parents.

History: Raised as a normal orphan. He grew up in a foster home with a brother who tortured him and a sister who is a little bit too friendly to him. His foster mother was a crazy woman who worked in a abattoir, while his foster father was a shy man who let his wife run over his life like a truck, he was very much a house-husband. He had always wanted to be normal, but knew he was not. He just wanted to escape. And when he turned 16 he found he could ashe turned into the fire fox. He knew little of what he was and so grew up as a normal boy. He was kidnapped when he had been attempting to destroy a city which had shunned him when they found he was a fire fox. The city was in fact the secret headquarters for the countries military and he damaged it . . . a lot.

Other: Up for love.
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Name: Alahzard

Age: ageless

Gender: Male

Race: Marid (Djinn)

Isle of Origin: Farydul

Appearance: Though he possesses many facades he looks almost human, so as not to frighten people. those who look closely will notice that he is not as he appears. his eyes seem to be a reflection of the sea. he dose not tower over people but he is by no means short, his muscles are clearly defined. he is bald and sports a white goatee, his completion is very tanned. he has three golden hoops piercing his left ear and one through his left eyebrow. he wears little more then white trousers belted,from which his Scimitar his hung, and a open white vest.

If seen in his Marid form he is a towering beastly creature that would strike fear into the bravest of beings. his skin is metallic in completion so dark blue his presents seems to darken most light. 6 horns rise from his head and twist themselves in all directions. His 4 golden loops still pierce his skin in the respective places. his voice is so commanding it seems to echo with power and dwarfs all other noise.

Abilities: Powerful magics are at his disposal, he commands all the powers of a Marid

Strengths: may do magic at his whim,

Weaknesses: Flattery, sugary Confections, if he agrees to something he is bound by his word to do it and may not harm the person with whom the deal was made until his pact has been seen through.

Personality: often Gloomy mostly due to the fact that he is a slave to his word. easily angered and has a mind to bring pain to those who would cross him; however, if you catch him in a good mood or flatter him greatly, or offer him something shinny, or tasty, he is likely to reward you greatly

History: a powerful Marid, he was found frozen in ice on the isle of Farydul when the kings men found him they unfroze. he was so grateful that he swore to help the king with whatever he needed, effectively imprisoning himself to the king

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Name: Celia
Age:30 *EDIT:sorry i couldn't post anything longer before now. I was busy
Gender:Female
Race:Snow Nomad
Isle of Origin: Farydul

Appearance: Very pale skin, white hair, transparent eyes, but has an elegant beauty that stuns onlookers. She can usually be found wearing a strapless white dress with an elegant overcoat. She is about 5'5

Abilities: Expert with swords and knives. Also able to read minds. Very very good at tricking young human men into her grasp with her beauty and elegance.

Strengths: Trickery, close combat, and mental strength.

Weaknesses: Love, fire, poison, and children.

Personality: Guarded, but opens up in a desperate situation. She detests wrong doers and hates her captors with all the loathing and fire in the world. She is desperate for love again. She wants somebody. It might just be her downfall.

History: Had two children, but both were killed in an attempt at power. She had her husband killed because she thought the husband had tried to kill her. Father and Mother were ashamed of her so they banished her, but all the people in farydul were to afraid of Celia to force her out, so they forced the parents out instead. Kidnapped while sleeping in her home.

Other: Definatelly up for love!
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Name: Dahlia Quinn

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Forest Alan

Isle of Origin: Cobbleton

Appearance: Dahlia Quinn is very tall and incredibly bony, her entire build is very petite and she looks as if she'll break if you touch her. Her skin is some what olive toned and freckles lightly dust her cheeks, but they're still noticable. Her hair is pixie short and dark russet and on the its longer parts it wisps. Dahlia's eyes green as evergreen with golden flecks that shine in the sunlight. On her back she has two, very large(this meaning about quite possibly three to four times bigger than her) dark brown wings that she is unable to hide. Down her arms, up her neck and around her eyes like a mask are golden-ish silver markings that weave together making unusual patterns.

Abilities: She can fly better than an eagle or hawk and has reflexes faster than a cat's. Dahlia has speed faster than a lighting bolt and she can bend the earth element to some degree and hasn't fully found that extent of her powers.

Strengths: Earth(plants, rocks, etc...)/Air/Sunlight/Fire

Weaknesses: Water/Moonlight/Sandy Landscapes

Personality: Dahlia speaks her mind and never backs down from a fight. She hates it when people think she's weaker than them and thrives to prove them wrong because she knows that she's just as strong as any male Alan. She loves silence and she's strong willed. Dahlia has a kind heart and will help anyone in need.

History: Dahlia Quinn was born in a small village of Forest Alans in Cobbleton, her father was the chief of the village and her grandfather a respected member of their elder council. When Dahlia was born she was the youngest of six boys and grew up hating the fact that she was expected to become a simple house wife. When she was ten years old she discovered her speed not only in the sky, but in even ground and so she challenged anyone who thought themself faster than her and one, leaving many with broken pride. It was quite recently that Dahlia was kidnapped, it had happened when her and her oldest brother were racing on foot, they'd killed him and simply taken her because she was so shooken up she couldn't do anything about it.

Other: Up for love! :3
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Name: Erişa (Eri) Alver

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Has elven origins, but is mostly Pelotavan.

Isle of Origin: Crevetia

Appearance: 5'6. Light brown hair, almost blond, and chestnut brown eyes, Eri would be considered very beautiful if not for the scars tatooing her knees, elbows and calves. She also has a small, faint, cresent-shaped scar on her left cheek. She is slender and has small, sharp ears. Her skin has a yellowish tinge. Eri has a two pairs of retractable wings which are not on her back, but on her sides. She also has been branded with the shape of a fleur de lis on her neck.

Abilities: Eri can fly to very high altitudes, can hold her breath for 12 hours, and is a fast runner. Her ears are very sensitive, as are her eyes. She is also intelligent, a fast learner and is adept at making up lies convincingly and identifying liars.

Strengths: Trickery, high altitudes, ranging

Weaknesses: A fear of the dark, a dislike of too much sunlight, clumsy with swords, no knowledge whatsoever of magic, terrible memory, and has little or no persistance.

Personality: Eri has a warm nature, although she is rather shy and has a weird sense of humour. She hates little children, is mistrustful, and a little clumsy. Her thoughts are rather philosophical and have the tendency to drift. She also is very straight-laced and never breaks a rule, even if it's a stupid one. She hates being ordered by someone who she considers is not above her. She has a tendency to tear when annoyed, and keeps all the important things bottled up inside. Very good at secret-keeping.

History: An orphan, Eri has a elder brother called Seldon, who is domineering and probably the cause of Eri's shy nature, as well as low self-esteem. He vanished when she was 7. She was taken in by a relatively young human woman, who pampered her excessively until she was killed by a half-dragon (half minotaur) when Eri was 10. Eri killed the chimera and lived in the forests of Crevetia since, as there were very few Pelotavans on the island, and less still those who accepted them into society. She earned the fleur de lis brand for murder. She attempted many times to track her brother, and it was on one of these expeditions that she was kidnapped.
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Name: Carinel
Age: 50 (still pretty young)
Gender: Female
Race: Elf-Human
Isle of Origin: Cobbleton
Appearance: Brown hair tied back and grey eyes. Human facial features except the ears.
Abilities: Human with elf reflexes and speed. Is a powerful swordmaster.
Strengths: A love for her people
Weaknesses: Love for her people
Personality: Is serious most of the time, but is friendly towards her people and has a good sense of humor over little things. Her anger is controlled except when it comes to blackmail.
History: Born high in the mountains. Her father( and elf) never knew about her until her mother (a human) died and she went off searching for him. Once found he trained her in the ways of the sword and a variety of different weapons. She went off to fight in a war and was considered a hero of Cobbleton for years. She then went back up to the mountains and has trained students to use the sword.
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And so it begins!

Elon Elais Ralyn

I grumbled. My hair was matted, my skin chaffing, and to top it off, I was starving and dehydrated. Execution would have been better than this. The people ahead of me smelled heavily of body odor, and the distinct aroma of rotten food coming from the stalls we were marching past didn't make a thing better.

Loud shouting distracted my long rant to myself about how appealing a noose seemed right now. I looked around me, merchants were shouting out for people to buy their goods, and beggars were situated on their asses with small jars in front of them for spare copper. Typical.

I jolted forward as the chain that attached my wrists to the other prisoners was jerked forward. One of the lead prisoners had fallen, overcome by the lack of food and water.

Studying my surroundings as the prisoner was forced back up onto her feet, I wondered where I was. This city looked nothing like Vendegger's capital, I would know. I had lived there for almost eighteen years.

All I could remember about the trip was that it was long, and I had been blindfolded for most of it. My body had ached from the constant whipping and shoving, and still did. What had lead to this, after I had been so close to the chopping block?


I sat with my knees tightly held against my chest, my back against the stone wall of my cell. I had become used to the smell of fecal matter and vomit, but the smell of body odor would never leave my nose.

I flinched every time a guard walked past my cell. They always jeered at me; they couldn't wait to watch my head fall twenty feet onto the dirty ground.

I had begged for a blade. My hair needed a trim badly, but they had refused. I was to be given no mercy on hygiene; the blood of my victims was to stay on me until death. I crawled over to my straw pile, tying some pieces together to make a small tie with which I used to hold my hair out of my face. I may have been a murderer, but looks had always been important. How better to kill than with style?

It was as dark as a raven's feathers outside, but through the bars of my cell window I could see the stars. Every one of them shone brightly, as if telling me freedom was coming, but stars knew nothing. The stars had always greeted me after my acts. They had been the only one's that kept me company while I murdered. Mother had always told me that the stars were the most knowledgeable beings. Wizards, locked up in brightly shining castles; that is what the stars were. But wizards would have saved me from myself.

The sound of metal clashing and bodies falling filled my ears. I ignored my new enemies in the sky and hobbled over to the bars of my cell. One by one, the other prisoner's did the same. I recognized a few, they had tried to kill me, but instead they had killed look-alike's. I had murdered their loved ones. Grimacing, I watched as three bodies rolled down the stairs leading to the dungeon, followed my dark cladded warriors. One of them pointed at me.

Everything else was a blur, my cell door was swung open and a bag placed on top of my head. My wrists were secured behind me, but my legs were left free. A small cloth was shoved into my mouth and tied behind my head, catching a tuft of my hair. I panicked. Where were they taking me?
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*Oooh! Interesting plot! Save a slot for me, I'll post a character soon, if that's okay.*
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Celia

Anger coursed Celia's blood. How dare they take her out in the slums and make her walk undignified with these..these.. these losers! Her country will be most displeased that she had gotten captured. She had no idea where she was being taken and quite frankly, didn't want to know.

Celia had witnessed many horrid things in the past 24 hours. She had seen one of her captors kill an innocent child, all because the child had asked for a few coins, and she saw one of the guards kick away a blind man's cane. She felt sick to her stomach. These people could easily kill all the prisoners off with a wave of a sword.

Celia looked ahead of her. There were 6 prisoners ahead of her, and one man behind her who looked different than the others. He had an air of confidence, yet at the same time, he seemed mistrusting. It was very unnerving.

Just then, she hatched a brilliant plan. It seemed perfect. All she had to hope for was that the man behind her didn't notice.

Celia let go a big sigh, then rolled her eyes back and collapsed.
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**i'm making a better post...**
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*good, but you have to follow along with what the story plot is going, so if somebody does something, you have to mention it or react.* :D
I came into this world wrinkled and ugly. And no matter how much I accumulate here, it's a short journey. I will go out of this world wrinkled and ugly. So I enjoy life.




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*I'm going to go with Princess's post because we have to give others the chance to post about the city.*

Kiron-

Kiron shook his head irritably, his light brown hair spraying water droplets everywhere, he was the last person in line and all the other looked as beaten as he could. He was too absorbed in his own thoughts and surroundings to notice much about his fellow prisoners. His nose twitched as he took in the climate of the area. Murmuring to himself, low enough that no one else could hear. "Not too hot, but not especially cold either. Too dry to be home, not dry enough to be Arborland. Great, I'm probably in Cambosea. I should have just sunk that blasted ship."

He winced as the girl in front of him collapsed, pulling his injured arm with her. He could still feel the barb tipped arrow piercing his wing. Kiron flipped over in midair, focusing on the sphere in his clawed hand, within it wind howled furiously and lightning flashed, it was harder to spot the rain. He chuckled to himself as he channeled more energy into the sphere strengthening the storm within it. Which was quickly reaching hurricane levels.

He heard small shouts from below and flipped over curiously a small warship was sailing close to the cliffs of Crevetia's coast. "What's that?" He thought to himself, focused on the deck where the crew was running around some kind of contraption. "Some new kind of weapon?"

Someone shouted victoriously just as Kiron saw the long barbed arrow, flying towards him. Kiron's head jerked back and he roared in pain as the spear tore through his wing, his hand convulsed and the hurricane shattered, tonnes of water dropping into the sea, as lightning and wind shot everywhere. Snarling Kiron banked to the right, intending to turn the blast on the ship, when the poison took him.


Everything had gone dark and he'd fallen from the sky. Only to wake after weeks at sea, on a completely different island, trapped, thanks to the silver chain around his neck, in human form. One of the guards came back to kick the girl in front of him awake. When she didn't respond he turned to Kiron. "What happened here? And answer quick or you'll get punished with her."

Kiron widened his eyes innocently and smiled, knowing that the guard, like most humans would be unnerved by his fangs. "I don't know what happened, she just collapsed." A lie of course. "He could here her breathing, the girl was as awake as he was. So Kiron took it upon himself to add to her plan. "Maybe if you bring her some water she'll wake up." He suggested.

Fighting the urge to grin as the guard turned and shouted for his friends to bring some water. Kiron continued to pretend concern and a touch of fear. If they brought enough water close to him, he'd be able to draw power from it. And then, then he'd be back in business.




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The cell was hard, wet and smelled horrible. I was covered in dirt and my wings were aching because I couldn't stretch them, I could barely pick them up because the guards had taken notice to clip my wings, so that really sucked. My throat was stratchy and if I talked I new my voice would sound hoarse, after all I hand't talked since the day of my captcher.

I looked up after hearing the other prisoners talking, I saw a girl passed out on the ground and a boy my age hovering over her. I got up and walked towards them, confused at what was happening. My short hair was dripping wet and water was in my eyes so I couldn't see well.

"What happened to her?" I asked the boy.
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