The tortures are already there...your character is at the bottom of the mountain being encase in some enclosement to originally avoid you from escaping...once you are out....your character sees all of this and tries to understand why are they here? who are they? and why are they succumbed to this. Your character will be succumbed to the tortures once you are either caught by the Innocents or Manticores
Okay so here's mine...
Name: Schera Ezade
age: 19
gender:female
appearance: pale skin, snow coloured hair with green eyes. She is quite thin. Her right arm has no flesh but a bones that is covered by a thin fragment of skin which includes the corner of her face, part of her left leg and the middle of her back.
Personality: do not yet who she really except that she is somewhat gentle and very confuse.
weakness: her bones become brittle and she will lose most of her strenght.
ability: can manipulate bones into puppets and used them as weapons. Her greatest ability is to pull the skeleton out of a person's body.
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
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.
we'll start by about thursday at most...if there are no more people to join...please do use the Discussion Board i set up...
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
Official then thursday which is tommorow. If you want I can make another character.
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
Blinking, Molly sat up. She was laying in what looked like was a field of bones. Shuddering, she looked around. Other people were stirring with her. "Where are we?" Molly asked.
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.
Kayla’s eyes were shut. She reached out to touch her surroundings. Her fingers groped around. She felt like she was laying on balls but then again also spikes. She heard someone move. A sound of rattling sticks echoed. Suddenly a girl’s voice could be heard, “Where are we?” She heard other rattling sounds. Kayla opened her eyes. All she could see was a small light from above. She looked about her, those weren’t sticks she heard they were bones.
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
Name: Chimera (goes by Drako) Age: 17 Gender: male
history: *Tell me if this is allright* Drako is a second generation experiment, his mother was one of the original subjects, his father a manticore. When his mother realised she was pregnant she fled to the fourth level, where she hid among the others and protected her son. When Chimera was eight, the innocents learned about him. Drako's mother gave her life buying him time, and threw him down into the Boneyard. Because he's not entirely human everyone in the Boneyard avoids him. He's the monster that lurks in the dark. Growing up Drako stayed sane by retreating behind the manticore's nature. Now he's determined to get his freedom.
Appearance: he has three forms. Human, Demi-human, and Manticore.
human- http://media.photobucket.com/image/drag ... .jpg?o=315 (the woman in the background is his mother. The one thing that marks him out in this form are his eyes, they're tri-colored, a ring of bronze, a ring of amber, a ring of gold.)
Personality: Cool, calm, and collected. Thinks with his head. Drako has a fiery temper that he has learned to keep in check. Reserved, but friendly enough. Doesn't really know anyone else, but is fiercely loyal if he makes a friend. A brilliant strategist and tactician, this guy is scary smart and a natural born leader. Has a slightly twisted sense of humour.
weakness: He has two, because of his manticore blood, he could be compelled to serve the innocents if they ever found. Despite the fact that he is technically one himself. Drako also has the disturbing tendency to go berserk if you push the right buttons.
Power(s): The ability to summon and control storms, ie: wind, lightning, water/ice.
Other: Up for love, enjoys flying it's the one time when he is at peace.
DANCE- Like no-one is watching LOVE- Like you've never been hurt SING- Like no-one is listening LIVE- Like it's heaven on earth.
Please read and review my novel. The title is Fireborn. Here's the link.
thank you gys for joining...i wanted to tell you that youc an start posting already because i want this to start.... but i might not be posting here (i apologize) because i am in the middle of exams)
I promise to post soon...
enjoy guys...and thank you...
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
*Everyone seems confused so I will try to get the ball rolling.*
Chimera(Drako)-
Drako crouched on the cliff facing staring intently at the figures below. He'd never seen them before, they had been sealed away. "Something new."He thought, absently flapping his wings. Chimera was almost always in his demi-human form. The human was too defenseless, the dragon too obvious. A low profile was the key.
He flared his nostrils catching the acrid scent of fear and confusion, in the stale air, of the boneyard. In the distance he saw figures skirting the bone mounds, drawing closer. "Sharks circling, the fresh meat." Cynically Drako watched them draw closer. They must be desperate if they were entering his territory. He snarled and scraped black talons over the stone.
The combined sounds echoed in the air, and caused the Primitives to scramble away. Below the new people jumped at the animal sound. They scrambled together in a circle facing outward.
"Great. Now what? It's not like I can leave them here." In his mind the manticore half of him roared, demanding to attack. That meant whoever these people were, they were no friends of the Innocents. "Well." Drako murmured, his voice scatchy with disuse. "Shall we go greet our guests, and see what game has begun."
Silently he launched himself into the air, arms wide to embrace the fall. His alcove was high up the sheer cliff face. He flared his wings to catch and shape the wind, and glided down to land with a soft crunch in front of the new comers. With a thought he shifted to his less intimidating human form.
DANCE- Like no-one is watching LOVE- Like you've never been hurt SING- Like no-one is listening LIVE- Like it's heaven on earth.
Please read and review my novel. The title is Fireborn. Here's the link.
Kayla stood up. She saw other people rising up as well. A loud animal sound screeched from above. She heard things scuttle away. They huddled together, usually she would never let anyone touch her but that noise scared her. Suddenly a shadow fell upon them; Kayla heard the rustle of the wind overhead. Then a boy landed in front of them. Kayla studied the boy he looked about seventeen, black hair and brilliant eyes, and the way he stood told her that he was in control not a powerful control, but leader type control. Kayla moved slowly into a defencive stance. Someone spoke ...
Could be anyone. And thank you slyverdawn for giving me a sense of where I was (I must confess I was a bit confused)
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
