I admit, I've never done a 1x1 before so this is my first. If anyone would like to join, make a story and then explain the rules (if there are any other than the overall stuff) because I don't want to start on someone else's thread and then destroy their idea completely
Got any setting preferences?
Nope :) Create whatever and I shall follow filling in
the holes.... Sorry that was weird. It posted before I was done
Sorry I disappeared, I had to do dishes.
SOOO, 1300's. A guy (you) is wanted for treason. Whether he actually commited this crime, was framed, or it's a misunderstanding...we'll figure that out later. He was in the castle at the time.
He's on the run from half the king's army. The king is a bit paranoid about treason and assasinations because his older brother was assasinated 17 years ago.
Exausted, the fugitive stops at a run-down farm to rest and get food, but he's caught by the girl who lives there. He sort of has to kidnapp her in her own home to keep her from running to the town and turnign him in.
This could be a romance, or not, depends on what you want. :)
I like it :) So I'm the guy, right? Make your charrie and then I'll make mine
If you don't mind playing the guy I have an idea.
So it's the future; probably the late 3000's. And everything is fallen to peices for america. There is this colony. They have to build from the ground up. They have children and farm and other wise live a neutral life amongst the hellish world out in the middle of no where. Combatting disease and marauders that come to kill and take there things. One day while out scavenging they stumble upon another colony that was affected by the same apocalyptic events and is advancing in technology.
The whole story revolves around the Daughter of The Advanced Colony's Leader and The Son of the Slower Colony's Leader.
Name: Cedany Cooper
Age: 15 ½
Appearance: She’s of average height, if just a little small, at 5’3ish. Her build is petite, but she’s fairly strong from a lifetime of farm work, hauling full buckets and pushing wheelbarrows, herding cows and goats, etc.
Her hair is unruly, a mess of varying locks. The colors range from medium brown to red to blonde streaked through with uneven highlights. Most of her hair is just a tad wavy, but a few tendrils curl wildly. Most days she wears it in a messy braid that reaches half-way down her back, or coiled on the back of her head in a bun. She wears a scarf over it sometimes.
Bright, spring-green eyes are ringed with a darker, mossier green reminiscent of algae. Her eyebrows are thick, unplucked, and a dark orange. Though bushy, they don’t look odd or ugly on her round face. She has a short button nose scattered with a hundred freckles, which spread across her cheeks.
Personality: A bit odd, Cedany isn’t your average girl. Though very friendly, she doesn’t have any friends that she regularly sees. During her sporadically rare trips into town, she somehow always finds time to talk to everyone she meets, and always remembers everyone’s names and personal lives, even if she’s only met them once before.
She talks a lot, often hopping from one subject to another and rambling on about things, her words speeding along at a confusing rate. A little hyper, she always seems to have energy to spare and goes about her daily chores exuberantly.
Bio: She was born and raised on the farm, and for a while her family was quite content. They traded home-made goat cheese, eggs, and onions with their neighbors and in town at the Saturday Market every week, living simply but comfortably. They weren’t rich by any means, but they got by, and they were happy.
When Cedany was eleven, she came home from the Saturday Market after a full day of bartering off her hen’s eggs and cheese. Bandits had raided her home, leaving both her parents dead and the house ransacked. Even the cows had been slaughtered and stripped of meat, though most of the chickens and goats were left, presumably because of their smaller size. Not enough meat to bother on them.
Nearly everything of any real value was gone, and much of the rest was destroyed. Cedany buried her parents and rebuilt, tending to the remaining livestock and the trampled garden by herself. Unable to do everything alone, the barn fell into mild disrepair, and her amount of chores more than tripled, so she rarely finds time to go to Market anymore. A few neighbors from surrounding farms travel every week or so to buy her cheese, so she can usually find enough money for taxes, but not much else. She grows her own food, repairs her clothes as much as she can, and gets by alone.
Another thing: If this does turn out to be a romance, I don't do se.x scenes. If there are any, they have to be fade-aways.
Sorry if that's a bit long...XD
((Purf3ctTacos if you would like to start a new thread I would gladly join))
Name: Harrison Upton
Appearance: Harrison is a tall young man about 6'1" with short dark chestnut hair. His crystal blue eyes were made of pure innocence. His muscular body was formed from long hard years of living under his father's rules.
Personality: Harrison is a mysterious person. He doesn't let people get close and often he takes the brunt of the reparations whether he's done something or not, but that doesn't mean he's completely innocent.
Bio: He grew up in the village, close to civilization, in the middle of chaos. Of course, he didn't live in the civilian houses, he lived in the peasant houses. There was never enough food, the roof leaked, there were too many people for one house, and there was never any real parental guidance. Harrison is 17 y/o and was born close to the time the king 17 years ago was assassinated and it was only fitting that someone close to him assassinated the king, though the culprit was never caught
Additionally: I completely agree with the fade outs if necessary xP
((Until Saturday, I'm going to be gone 11:30 -4:00, but I can probably get on a bit in the mornings and a bit in the evening. :) ))
Cedany eyed her young billy, trying to put a price on him. He was young, strong, and healthy: good breeding stock. She could maybe get three silvers for him, if she was lucky.
Of course, she'd have to wash him first. He had gotten himself all icky again.
Shouldering her father's old crossbow, she headed off to check on the chickens.
Harrison bolted. His legs ached and his eyes burned as the wind smacked his face. He breathed heavily as he pushed himself harder to get away from the shouts and comotion behind him. He took a quick left and hid in the shadows of a building, As the people passed, he held his breath. When they'd gone, he bolted up a slight incline where he saw a little farm. It didn't appear to him, that anyone was living there. He shoved open the door and slammed it shut. Now it seemed somebody lived there, but they weren't home, as the dying fire crackled in the fireplace, and there was a well furnished living space. Either way, he decided to hide out in the cottage, and if he heard someone coming, he would cut their throat.
Thirteen eggs. Combined with Cedany's cheese, it should be enough to trade with her neighbor for a new basket. She wrinkled her nose at the one she had - any day now, the bottom would fall right through.
She scattered table scraps onto the ground for the hens and cleaned out their water before heading back to the house. The roof needed repair, too. It was leaking in the kitchen. Maybe she could get Travis to fix it...
She set the crossbow down on the porch so she could open her front door, the basket of eggs cradled on her other arm.
Harrison heard someone at the door. He snatched a kitchen knife that had been hanging on the wall and held it defensively. He felt so cold he could see his breath in the warm cottage. The second the wooden door creacked open, Harrison lunged, knife drawn.
Cedany let out a shriek and leapt backwards, feeling something slice shallowly across her chest. She stumbled over the porch step and fell, knocking the breath out of her lungs.
The knife was scarlet red with a thick liquid oozing over it's blade. Harrison looked at the girl. The knife fell out of his hand and clattered on the floor. The girl's breast was bleeding. The cut itself was shallow, but still a cause for concern due to the fact that it was right over her heart. Harrison quickly lifted the girl off the porch step and set her on the straw matress. He shut the door. He cursed and ran his fingers through his hair in a panic. "You're not supposed to be a girl!" he growled.
Cedany slapped at him and backed against the wall, away from him. "What am I supposed to be, then, hmm?" She asked angrily, trying to control her breathing.