Young Writers Society

This takes place in a world known as the Spirit Realm, the division between the real world and the after life. Here, people used to get a second chance at life. Unfortunately, because of war, the gate way to Heaven was lost. Now much of the Spirit Realm is barren and unexplored. Those who survived the Demon purge would come to be known as Atlantians, the super human race. They are stronger, faster, and can use aura. Humans have also found there way here and have tried to survive. many live inside the Atlantian Kingdom, the last beautiful place in the Spirit Realm.

God, alright, now to the man point. Before connection was lost God granted the people of the Spirit Realm with a gift, to unlock their soul. By doing this they create a unique weapon like no other. It reflects ones personality.

You can be either an Atlantian, human, demon, or stray angel from heaven. Demons and angels don't get soul blades.

RULES:

1) No GOD-MODDING I will create someone stronger and kill your character.

Everything else should be self explanatory.

Enjoy!

NAME: Michelle Valle
AGE: 24
RACE: Human
GENDER: Female
OFFICIAL TITLE: Lady Michelle
APPEARANCE: Long blond hair, usually in a pony tail. Slender, light complexion. Hazel eyes.
HISTORY: Her older sister was a priestess, and taught Michelle the ways as she was growing up. They lived by themselves until Michelle's older sister passed away, and she was left alone in the world.
OCCUPATION: Priestess
WEAPONS: Bow and arrows.
SKILLS: Her arrows are sacred, with strong spiritual power. Her spiritual powers are mostly used to heal. Her fingers are often sore and swollen from shooting her arrows, which is why she hides them beneath the sleeves of her long robe.

My Character.

Name- Kris

Gender- Male

Race- Human

Soul Blade- White Katana

Appearance- www.wickedtoast.com/images/reviews/FE-106-1.jpg

Personality- Caring, yet doesn't know how to show it. Being a human he has everything to prove to those around him. he wont tolerate betrayal, no matter who it is. His loyalty to his friends is second to none.

History- Friend to the lord of the Alantian Empire who is a human cross breed. The two grew up together, but are complete opposites of each other.

(Lets get this started.)

Kris stood out over looking the kingdom. From his terrace he had a perfect view. It was hard to believe that there was nothing left outside the borders.

Sighing he looked down to see a young woman walking by. Gracefully he jumped down in front of her. she looked startled, but to help calm her Kris smiled, "Do you need some help?" the girl just looked at him. "My pardon, my manners, I am Kris Olsen, you are?"

"Michelle, Lady Michelle.'

"Well, my lady, welcome Asgar, capital of the Alantian Empire."

"This place...." Her eyes scattered across the vast, beautiful landscape. Wasn't she just in a horrible, demon filled path of destruction? Her right hand clung her bow to her side, a trail of blood slowly dripping from it, "What is this?"


She was confused, but was sure about one thing. She had been struck by something, and was losing blood quickly, which meant there was most definitely something odd about this place. "How did I....get....?" She choked the words out, and collapsed, barely catching herself with her bow.

Kris caught Michelle as she fell towards the ground. "Hey, you alright, miss?!" that's when he realized she was bleeding badly. He gently picked her up and took off towards the man castle. "If anyone can heal her she could do it."

He ran at full speed, relying on his soul power to go fast. As he got near the castle the guards were surprised by Kris' speed. he didn't want to wait for them to open the door so he drew his sword unlocking his true potential. Jumping and then running he scaled the wall using aura to propel himself up into the air.

He hopped up onto a balcony where a young woman was sitting looking out. "Lady Spectra, please, she needs help!"

"Kris, what happened?"

"I'm not sure, but she needs medical attention!"

"Right." She motioned for her servant to bring a stretcher, "We'll get started right away."

This looks cool. I'm in.

Name: Nathan

Age: Around 34

Race: Atlantian

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dirty blond hair, tall, slim, and muscular. One of his eyes are dark green, the other dark brown (At a distance, they look the same color). He wears robes of either black, white, gray, or red and always wears a cloak (usually black or red) that always has the hood up. He has very sharp features and cunning eyes.

Personality: Secretive, witty, ambitious, sarcastic, mischievous, and always willing to further his own goals. He is sly, saying only what he wants despite what anyone can do to him. Incredibly stubborn. He rarely completely loses his temper, but if/when it happens, you'd seriously better look out. He is an expert at controlling and hiding his emotions so that no matter how hard anyone tries, it's nearly impossible to tell exactly what he's thinking. It doesnt take much to get him angry, but it does take a lot to get him to lose his temper. He can seem incredibly mean when you first meet him, and spiteful. He listens to know one, almost. The only reason he will answer to the prince and the royal family is because...in a sense...they hold him hostage. (But we'll find out more about that, later)

Occupation: Prophet and slight healer. (Can do minor cuts and wounds. Nothing major)

Weapon: A foot long dagger that glows red when used (his soul blade) and also two small flasks, one filled with poison and the other with acid.

History: No one knows, including himself.

If i need to change anything, just say so.

No that's good. Do you want to jump in or should I bring your character in?

Name: Asilan
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Atlantian
Appearance: Pure white hair, ice blue eyes, tan skin. Wears light colored clothing, and wears a black travelling cloak.
Occupation: Mercenary
History: Started being a Merc at 15, beyond that is unknown, even to him.
Soul Weapon: A Claymore

I'll either find a spot to come in or if someone wants can bring me in.

Leth, you need a sould weapon, other than that fine.

She could hear a female voice, but it was fading in and out. Her shoulder was drenched with blood, the cut burning now. Something had left a big slice across the front of her shoulder, and she hadn't even noticed until now. Even when she had been shooting her arrows, the only pain she could feel was the string against her fingers.


She then realized she was being carried on a something, and the man she had found earlier was talking to the woman. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep, but she knew better. She fought against the weariness. Forcing open her eyes, she saw a strange, beautiful man. He was merely standing as they passed, watching, but she couldn't understand if he was real or something produced from the pain. He had beautiful white hair, and piercing blue eyes. Was he real? They had then carried her pass him, until she could no longer see him.

Are we in a palace or something? Where is the story right now? I'm kinda confused...

NAME: Azreialla
RACE: Human
GENDER: Female
OFFICIAL TITLE: Lady Azreialla
APPEARANCE: Jet black hair, always braided, captivating blue eyes.
OCCUPATION: Drifter
WEAPONS: Bow and arrows, dagger
SKILLS: straight shot, amazing abilitys with her dagger, other than weaponry she was an excellent cook and had an extrodinary voice.

So is this place supposed to be like Limbo?

www.fortunecity.com/underworld/rpg/699/ryu.gif A better pic.

(No idea what Limbo is.)

(Yes in a palace.)

Name: Legend

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Race: Atlantian

Weapon: http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q272 ... _zelas.jpg

Appearance: http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q272 ... LE4-11.jpg

Personality: Laid back and passive. A loyal follower that does what shes told. She doesn't speak too much but when she does it's usually something useful and straight to the point.