The prophecy had always been meant for the two. The old man had passed it on from the oracle he had heard it from until everyone in the land Kai knew of it. The Prophecy was this:
The greatest two of powers shall come together
The one with the fear: the greatest rage
The one with the will: the greatest strength
All in their path will be cast aside
The greatest enemies will tremble in their wake
A plea for mercy won't be heard
A prosperous land shall be restored
After all Kai have suffered from the neighboring country, they thought this prophecy would solve it all. People with “powers” was not a huge surprise, about 5% of the country's people had powers. Now all they needed was to find the two with the right powers.
He was simply a boy from country, one who could be passed over quiet easily. However, he could control people with his mind, they would simply obey his will, this takes a lot of effort though. One night his town is invaded and all the townsfolk are killed, he is captured and put in a wagon that suppresses all ability for any powers to work.
The slave traders cart him towards the nearest city. When they reach the outskirts of the city, he is able to escape them. That's when he stumbles upon her.
She is of high class, a girl in finery with many riches, one who everyone adores. However, whenever she sings, black air comes out of her mouth making slashes on whoever it touches, it will kill if given a victim in close enough range. This has been suppressed by her family, especially after her sister's death.
One day, around dawn, she goes to the outskirts of the city and goes to an abandoned building on the edge of town. In the building, she sings, as she loves to do.
That is where they meet. Where their story starts.
Okay I need help smoothing out the finer parts of this like how the land works and what exactly the prophecy means. I want there to be action in this, they will come across other people with powers and such. I really really want this to be romance too, and their romance to be a large part of the story. Please, if you post on this, be dedicated, you don't need to be on 24 -7 but post at least once a day. One liners are really not good, except when you are in conversation, battle scene, or your character is unconscious or something along those lines. A lot of the starter thread can be warped, but I would like the basic idea to stay the same. I want the girl! And have fun :)
((This sounds awesome! Can I do it?))
((Yea, of course! So first off, is there anything you want to change about it? I'm pretty much open to anything :) ))
((no, no changes. Just some clarification: does the boy have a range/time limit on his power? And does the girl's power require energy other than the inital singing energy (lol, like she would ever be too tired to sing? other than that, love the plot!!))
((Well, I was thinking about this last night because they can't obviously use their power for too long without them becoming unstopable. Maybe for the boy's powers each time he controls someone, it takes a little bit of his energy, and the more he uses it, the more exhausted he gets? Of course you get the finaly say on him :). For the girl, I was thinking like the longer she sings, the more hoarse her voice would become until she simply couldn't sing anymore? That work?
Oh we also need to figure out the setting. I was thinking maybe it's a little bit back in time, or we could just create our own world. Or we could wing it :)
((yeah, those restrictions make sense to me. ANd something a little back in time sounds good, like not too much technology but it doesn't need to be the stone age or anything. We should probably just determine if there are cell phones or not, cuz that could make a huge difference...))
((How about no cell phones, and woman's rights are just begining? Except we'll just add in another country :) ))
((ok that sounds awesome! i loike the woman's rights thing. A more developed country or a more rural one?))
((How about parts of the country are more developed, and other parts less? But I kinda would like it to be on the whole a little under developed. I mean, your character gets captured by slave traders, so the country can't be too developed :) Oh, and how many people should know about slave trading? (gah, this post is too long!) ))
((i agree, less developed would be better. And i thought for slave trading, i thought it could be moderately well known, not really a secret but a hush-hush thing, so some normal people know about iteven if they don't actively participate. Unless you wanted it to be more public or more secretive, anythings fine with me))
((All of it sounds good to me :) Skellis now? How about this for skellis:
Age: (I was thinking late teens early 20s)
Power: (describe the effects on the character, the effects around them, and how it looks/sounds/feels)
Name: Michael Arsenien
Appearance: Average height, thin from hunger. Deep brown eyes flecked with gold, crooked nose, lips split and bruised. Red-brown hair, about chin length. Long, yellow fingernails.
Personality: Used to being pampered, very self-centered. Prideful, relies on his powers to get what he wants. Now that he's on the run, he's very distrustful and fearful.
Power: Can control people's wills, their thoughts and actions. Not too energy-consuming at first, but get progressively more exhausting. More drastic changes are harder than less drastic ones (making someone choose chocolate ice cream over vanilla would be easier than making someone commit suicide). To the Michael, it feels like having the other person's personality inside him, and his eyes turn the color of the person he's controling. It's a battle of wills, but the other person is usually caught off guard and Michael is used to it, so he usually gains control of his victim instead of the other way around. The other person experiences the same effect (eye change, other personality). While being controlled, they have an out-of-body experience, and feel like they're watching themselves act from the outside looking in. Will-bending can have lasting effects, like traces of the other person's consciousness rubbing off, but they're not very severe and can be overridden easily if noticed.
((wow, that got waaaay too long...:P))
((Haha, I always feel like mine get way too long :) ))
Name: Rachel Williams
Apperance: Very small all around, height included. Her eyes are bright blue. She has waist length jet black hair that she lets fall in her face whenever she doesn't want to be seen. Her family never lets her wear anything except dresses, even though other girls are starting to wear pants.
Personality: She is scared of practically everything, espessaly herself. She is terrified that one day she is going to sing and kill another person. She loves to sing, so she goes to the abonadoned building often to sing when she is alone.
Power: As she sings, her voice grows hoarse until she can't sing any more. When she is singing, she feels like she is in power and has control. When she stops singing, it leaves a feeling of power and happiness, but also the smallest bit of emtyness. When she sings, black smoke pours out of her mouth twisting it's self into a rope made from smoke, it lashes out at the closest living thing, as long as the living thing is within hearing range and there isn't anything between it and the living thing (like a wall.). Wherever the rope touches you, it leaves a lash mark. If it touches you, then it will get you at your neck and suffocate you. If nothing living (except her) is in range, it just fades away.
((cool, we can start then? If it doesn't matter to you, I can start...))
((Yup we can start. You go ahead, you have more to say in the begining anyway))
He was running, faster and longer than he ever had before. Only determination, his will to live pushed him harder. MIchael would've sworn he was tasting blood, and he cursed himself for not getting into shape when he had the chance.
A city looms ahead. It brings hope of food, but also fear of slave traders. You never knew who was in on it, who might be looking for him, but he would die if he didn't get some food. He had no idea how to fend for himself, and at least the slave traders fed him occasionally. He prayed he would find some food before he saw anyone--he might get enough energy to use his powers.
Michael scrambled into an abandoned building. At least he could rest here, if there wasn't any food. It was the outskirts of the city, no one should come here. Wait...but was that...music? No...no, he was just paranoid, hearing things. He laid down on the stone floor of the building, trying to get some sleep to calm his frazzled nerves.
((lol won't always be this long, promise))
((Haha, first posts are always very long :) ))
Rachel breathed in the fresh air calmly. The day had barely begun, some might say it hadn't begun yet at all. It was before dawn, and she waned to be back by a little after dawn. The streets were dark, rather gloomy and Rachel's footsteps echoed in the dark. Reaching the outskirts of town, Rachel smoothed her dress as if she had a very important meeting. She went into the abandonned building and check to make sure no one was around. Then she went into "the room".
The room was small but neat and cleanned. She kept it that way. Rachel closed and locked te door, that way she couldn't kill anyone. Sitting on a stool in the middle of the room, she began to sing, soft but clear, a song of brightness and happiness, even asthe black smoke poured from her mouth and went in search of people. It would not find any, not contained in this room. Slowly the smoke filled the room but it left Rachel untouched. The smoke wouldn't be able to leave the room.
Michael was certain now--he heard footsteps. He immediately assumed it was slave traders, and ran loudly from the building.
But then..he heard singing. No way slave traders were sing, especially if they were trying to catch him. It was just a normal person. His face split into a grin, a ray of hope making itself known for the first time since he had been captured.
Someone I can manipulate, he thought.
He crept up to the room he heard the singing in, and knocked lightly on the door. He felt the pressence behind the door, and prepared himself for when he saw her face and could invade her mind. He licked his lips hungrily, hoping she had some food with her.
Rachel gasped, her singing stopping imetiatly. The black smoke would fade but it might take a mintue. The smoke was pressing itself against the door, knowing that there was someone out there, it wanted it bad. Starting to freak, Rachel went to the door, the black smoke didn't cut nor strangle her, but she had to push through it. Checking the door was still locked. Slowly she backed away from the door as it began to clear. Rachel grabbed a lamp that was in the room and held it defensively in between her and the door, and called out in a very soft small, beautiful voice, "W-whos there?" The smoke was gone from the room now, it was safe.
"Just a wandering traveler," Michael answered disarmingly. He felt the doorknob without turning it, finding that it didn't seem that strong. This building was probably old, he might be able to kick down the door if he needed to. Still, the girl coming out on her own would be optimal, her defense would probably be down.