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IonDea posted this thread...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 8:14 pm

Just wondering if anyone is interested in doing a 1X1. I have a few ideas, but nothing set. So anyone and any ideas are welcom!

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 8:29 pm

(( Id on't do romance, but sure I'm up for some RPing...))

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 8:44 pm

((Don't worry, I'm not a big fan of romance myself. That and extreem scifi stuff I wont do, but I'll do anything else. Mainly I do fantasy or just normal day to day.
 
Do you want to me to post a few of my ideas and then you add some of yours and we pick from them?))

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 8:44 pm

((Sure post your ideas.))

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:02 pm

Idea 1:
In the day to day world exists another of supernatural proportions hidden from existance. It co-exists, but isn't known to any beside a select few who moderate the gap between the two.
My idea was something along the lines of a Mundane getting sucked into this "Underground" world and the other character knowning/being apart of that world or something like that.
 
Idea 2:
Takes place in an alternate world that hasn't advanced beyong the 18th centery(technology wise).  There was a revolt dethrowning the former ruling family. The one's who took over are corupt and unknind, but controling. A group of rebells are surviving in hiding, plotting ways to infiltrate the new rulers and place the former family back on the thrown.
 
((Do you have any you may want to do? Or would you like to do one of those?))

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:05 pm

((I like idea number 2.))

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:10 pm

((Cool! I'm actualy in the process of making that one into a book project for my creative writing class. :] Basic skellies, and build as it goes on?))

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:18 pm

((Sure, basic skellies.  Do you have an idea for age range?  And what country is this set in?(For charrie apearances purposes.)))

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:21 pm

((I have it set in an alternate world, but I'd say condition wise like Europe/north Eastern Mass. And probably older teens younger twenties for age range. That okay?))

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:22 pm

((So like 16-24?))

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:23 pm

(( Yup )) 

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Guardian.Of.HonorThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:27 pm

((Will probably post charrie tomorrow, hopefuly tonight though.))

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 9:54 pm

Name: Tholme
 
 
Age: 19
 
 
Appearance: Tholme is small and lithe , reaching a height of only 5’3’’ with long, straight, dark auburn hair almost always pulled into a tight, high ponytail. Her eyes are a light green color and seem to never stay still, jumping from one thing to the next, always on the watch. Tholme is usually dressed in a loose cotton tunic and brown leggings with a pair of sturdy leather boots on her feet. Her hands are rough and calloused and despite her demeanor, she is built like one solid muscle. At times however, Tholme will change her appearence so she can try and glean information for the rebells.
 
 
Personality/Bio: Tholme is quiet calculating, seldom talking but always taking everything in. She will often move from rebel camp to rebel camp, rarely staying on one place for very long. Tholme tries to remain unattached, and because of this she often tries to take the tasks no one else wants to, such as trying to infiltrate into the new rulers close proximity to try and find information for the rebels. Tholme has been in the camps sense she was 14 and first showed up after the death of her parents.
 
 
Other: Tholme is good with her hands and a pair of knives, but rubbish with any other form of weaponry.
 

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Oct. 16, 2013 at 10:32 pm

Name:  Miriam (Goes by Mir(pronounce: Mirrior)
 
 
Age: 16
 
 
Gender: Female
 
 
Looks: She's exactly 5 feet tall.  She's narrowly built even for a girl making her look tiny.  She has some visible curves but doesn't  flaunt them.  Mir has very pale brown skin that's light but you can tell it's brown though.  
Mir has an angular face with slightly almond shaped eyes, but she doesn't look oriental  She's slavic, her cheek bones though prominent aren't to sharp.  She has a small jaw making her look delicate.
She has dark brown hair in a hacky crew cut that hangs over her eyes and over her ears a bit, making her look like a ragged street urchin.
She has dark brown eyes that are almost black and have hints of hazel in them.  They are ringed by dark brown slightly thick eye brows and normal eye brows.  Mir has normal facial features for her race, which is Slavic.  Small ears and a slightly angular buttonish nose.  
The only odd thing about Mir is the 'Phantom-of-theOpera style mask she always wears on the right side of her face, it's a black mask though sometimes she'll wear a white one.  Mir hides a birthmark under her mask, a dark purple birthmark(shaped like a moth) on her cheek and jaw.  The birthmark goes from the tip of her cheek bone(right where the mask starts) acorss her whole cheek bone stopping just two inches from her ear, it's a thick mark dipping down until it's half an inch above her jaw bone and goes up the outside corner of her eye.
The birthmark in known to be common in the family that had taken over the country.
 
 
History:  She was a street kid living in back alleys, stealing and hiding for a living until Tholme found her and took her to a rebel camp.  Mir doesn't talk about what happened before she lived on the streets.
Mir is the illigitamte daughter of the king.  She hides that because she thinks that people will no longer care about or trust her is people know.  Mir lived as a scullery maid in her 'father's' castle until she turned 11 and ran away, she lived on the streets for three years until she was found.  Now she works with Tholme.

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 17, 2013 at 10:41 pm

((And it begins!))
Tholme approached the rebell camp, two rabbits slung over her shoulder from that days hunt. Her knives were tucked up in her sleeves, another set on her belt and one sheathed in her left boot. She'd only needed on to take out the rabbits, and it was alredy cleaned and put away to prevent any rusting. 
As Tholme got nearer she began to hear the usual noises for this time of day. The clanking of clooking pots and spoons as dinner was prepared, the grunts and smacking sounds from those training, and the squealing and laughter of the few young children. She allowed herself a small, fleeting smile; because today was not the day theyre location, and they lives was jeapordised.
In the camps is was uncomon to hear of attacks by the crown trying to wipe out the rebells scattered thoughout the wilderness. How they were discovered is unknown, though it is suspected someone within the camps must have betrayed them to the crown. They often remained weary of strangers for this reason.
Tholme shouldered between the tall ferns spread between the trees around the perimiter of the camp and entered the clearing. She'd already been in this location for longer than she prefered, and was getting used to the daily rutine of those who remained here year round. She dropped her rabbits by the cooking pots in the center of the camp, exchanging a few sparse words with the elderly woman who was busy chopping up roots.Tholme then began to scan the clearing for Miriam, one of the few people Tholme actualy felt some sort of respect and responsability towards.

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Oct. 17, 2013 at 11:12 pm

Mir saw Tholme enter tbe clearing.  Mir had been squatting, hidden by the near by bushes.  She still felt like an outsider amoung the rebels.  Zhe was inable to put her full trust in anyone, includinh Tholme, because of her secret.  Mir didnt socialize for this very reason.  Whenever she and Tholme stopped at a camp Mir kept to herdelf hanginh around at the edhe of camp observing and occaisionally scouting on a head.
Mir stood up and walked over too Tholme, 
"We've been here too long. We need to move." she said as way of greeting.  Mir wasnt one to just talk to hear her own voice or say fluff.  She always skipped any formalities and cut to the chase quckly.
 
 
((Im on a mobile device sorry for mustakes in post....dont shoot.))
 

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 18, 2013 at 4:27 pm

((Don't worry, I'm not a stickler))
Tholme spotted Miriam approaching her from the outskirts of camp. She couldn't help but feel a sertain kinship to this girl so like herslf. These similarities were only enforced when Miriam informed her that they had to move camps. 
"I agree" She said, casting a glance at the large makeshift wooden structure she knew the leader of the camp to be residing in. "I'll go talk to Nanuk, see if he has a job for me." She turned and walked away without waiting for a reply. She knew that by this point Miriam should be used to her abrupt way at living her own life.

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Oct. 18, 2013 at 4:31 pm

Mir nodded, she did not walk with Tholme though, she stayed behind and starte dto walk towards the egde of camp again, she didn't go out of sight of the structure Tholme went in though, Mir didn't want to be left behind on accident or have Tholme have to wait for her.
Mir jumped over a soccer ball kicked at her legs by one of the little kids, she looked at the kid as if to warn him to watch where he was kicking next time
"Hey Mask!" the kid laughed, pointing at her mask, it was more of a chidlish laugh and not a cruel one though.  Mir just shrugged it off and kept walking.

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IonDea replied...
Oct. 18, 2013 at 5:03 pm

Tholme entered the building without knocking. Nanuk was one of the few people who was familir with Tholme. This was the camp she had first found her way to, so he had taken her in when she had no where to go. By now, after 5 years of constant moving and traveling thoughout the camps, Nanuk had become one of the leaders Tholme had learned to deal with, and nothing else.
 
 
"We're leaving" She anounced, startling Nanuk from where he was making notes over a large map spread on a table. "We've been here to long. Do you have something for us to do, or are we just moving on our own?" She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and one leg bent against the wall.
 
Nanuk sighed and straightened up, rolling his shoulders from their previously hunched position. "I do. But I know you wont like it" He crossed the small room to a table in the back of the room covered in scraps of paper covered in inked words. He picked up one of the papers, a letter it appeared, that was crumpled and stained.  
 
Tholme cocked an eye brow at him, offering out her hand to take the letter. Nanuk handed it to her and she quickly read it through. Almost imidiatly she could feel her insides start to churn. Nanuk had been correct. It was a task she did not want to take on, but she knew she had an obligation. This was the life she had chosen for herself, and she would do what she had to in order to see the new crown fall.
"I'll do it" She said, folding the letter precisly and placing it inside her shirt. Nanuk gave her a sad smile and shook his head. "I expected nothing less" Tholme simply nodded her head, and exited the building. 
 
She approached Miriam who she saw once again at the edge of the camp. "We're leaving. Tonight."

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Oct. 18, 2013 at 5:13 pm

Mir nodded, she glanced at the letter in Tholme's hands but didn't ask, just walked, she wa sthree inches shorter then Tholmes and since Tholme was walking so fast Mir had to almost jg to keep up.  Not that she was ocnplaining, jogging was good for her.  THey'd been walking for maybe an hour, camp was far behind them before Mir spoke,
"What's th emission?" she asked curtly, power-walking to the left of Tholme.  Mir was hard to see in the dark, she had on a black tunic and black trousers with black boots.  Her tunic was short sleeved the sleeves barely brushing the ends of her shoulder blades.  Her amrs and hands were scarred, sicne tehre was no moon out tonight there was o lght flashing on her skin, her pants wentto her ankles and her boots were a dull, not-shiney black that barely made any noise on the forest floor as they walked.

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