~~Endless Horizon~~ ALL ABOARD!

[WolfinOutlawAsi]

~~Endless Horizon~~
As far as the eye can see....

Close your eyes....what do your senses tell you that your eyes cannot?

In the soft dark you can hear it, the roar of the ocean. In the gentle breeze you can smell it, the salty air of the sea.

The smell of freedom and excitement, adventure and the unknown.

Open your eyes. The bright sun blinds you for a moment, but soon your eyes adjust, and you see it---two shades of deep blue divided by an unseeable line. The sea and the sky.

Youve always lived here, its always been what you know. The mystery and beauty of the ocean, powerful and yet gentle, kind and yet at times, angry and turbulent. But always it is there, and ever present part of your life. The coming and going of the waves is familiar to you, and yet is a part of the ever changing ocean. This is your life, whether you be a fisherman or a dock-worker, a marine biologist or a watcher of sea life. Whether you be tied to the sea to make your living, or just love the feel of the water under your feet, the ocean is what you know.

Though, no one really knows all its mysteries, especially in these early times of exploration. It is June 7th, 1734 AD on the beautiful island of Serenity, in the Pacific Ocean. The day began like normal, the morning sun rose from the horizon, turning both sea and sky orange, then gold, and then both became deep blue as the sun continued to rise. People rose from sleep and began to go about their daily activities, whatever they would be. But today was different from other days, for something new appeared on the horizon. Something new, and semingly impossible.

A majestic ship appeared, a first a tiny dot on the horizon at dawn, but as the sun rose it grew closer, and finally came to dock at the islands main port. But the stragest part was not its arrival, for when the ship was investigated it was found to have no crew. Somehow it navigated its way to this island with no human direction. Something about it calls to you, and with no fear of the unknown, you and others who are curious step aboard, and begin to explore. Just as the last person boards the deck, the ship departs, as if it knew what went on around it, as if it had chosen these people.

They knew not what, but one thing was for sure....

It would be...an adventure....​

This is set in the 1700s on a fantasy island, but since its a fantasy the sea will be filled with all kinds of fantastic creatures. Also, use your imagination on your characters ^-~ Lots of unusual things will happen along the course of this journey, so be prepared for anything ^-~

Let the journey begin! ^-^ LSUs Welcome!


Name: Kailani Kelby

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Long, slightly wavy ocean blue hair, dark green eyes. Usually wore cut off light blue jeans, a green tank top and a white vest with the kanji symbol for ‘Fish’ on the back (if anyone can show me a pic of this symbol Ill be very grateful ^v^ I want to draw a picture) Has a necklace with a sharks tooth entwined in leather around her neck. Does a lot of wading and so usually goes around barefoot. Is a bit more tan than most other people she knows, due to the fact she spends most of her time outside near the docks.


Personality: A very emotional person, she usually has a very cheerful air about her. Easy going and mellow, but if something sets her off, she leaves a trail of destruction in her wake. Its hard to tell her current emotion as it shifts as fast as her thoughts, but overall shes a loyal, kind person. Wont go out of her way to make friends but is glad to have them. Relatively quiet but not anti-social, she talks to people only when she feels she needs to.

Occupation/skills: Very good at fishing, also knows knot tying and can navigate by the stars. Also likes to sing, and plays the flute as a hobby. Is good at swimming, but feels funny about ocean animals.

History: For all of her life she has lived as part of a fishing family. She was raised on the salty smell of the sea and the rise and fall of the ocean. She went to school but most of the technological and mathmatical things didnt interest her, she was mostly interested in science, most specifically the constellations and the affect of the moon on the tides. She wanted to understand everything about what she considered her true home--the ocean. She always liked to stay in shape, and she felt martial arts in addition to swimming, was a great way to keep her body fit. Practiced aikido for 5 years, and found it to not only help get her body in shape but also her oftentimes turbulent mind. Lives with her father and 4 brothers. Can be quite the tomboy ^-^()

Weapons/Tools: Has a fishing pole, a fishing net and a couple of spears. She was about to go fishing when the ship came so she had all her fishing gear with her. Is good at making use of just about anything if need be.


What about the ship drew you to it?: The grace with which it moved through the water, it conveyed a sense of mystery and excitement.

Worst fear: Being in the water and feeling an animal or even anything brush against her, even if its a piece of seaweed XD Shes not afraid of the creatures IN the water, she just gets freaked out by that feeling lol

Other: Is open honest and aloof, doesnt understand why anyone would lie so sometimes is a bit gullible lol Sometimes being gullible is her weakness, but other times her frank-ness and way of pointing out things gets her out of trouble.

~Kailani Kelby~
I used to say that I would race the seagulls.....

"Ee.... yaren soran soran soran soran soran! Hai Hai!!!" The waves glistened with the midday sun as I sat on the warm wooden dock, fishing and singing a song to myself. This day was turning out great, I had caught four fish already and only needed about two more before I could go home for lunch. The fish were large, which was a good thing because my brothers and my dad had hearty appitites. Of course, so did I.
Grinning up at the sun which had kissed my skin a nice golden tan, I continued to sing to myself, enjoying the day and all life had to offer. "Yaren soran soran dokkoisho, dokkoisho!"

This was the kind of day which made you wonder, how can life get any better than this? All I needed was a fishing pole and the vast expanse of clear cool ocean in front of me, a salty breeze through my hair and the bright warm sun on my face. Just recently I had recieved my second dan in Aikido, an accomplishment I was proud of. I believe that nothing is impossible, and I strove to keep my body in the greatest shape it could be. One day I wanted to live on the open ocean, it was my dream to be one of the fisherman they wrote songs about, living a strenuous life on the open sea. To me, the ocean was my true home, land was just a place to visit.
"Soran soran dokkoisho, dokkoish--WHOA!" Suddenly my fishing line almost jerked the pole out of my hands. I quickly stood up and braced my feet on the edge of the dock and pulled, striving to yank this fighting fish out of the water. Though I was very strong, the suddenness of this fish had me off balance, and it soon looked as if I would need to cut the line. But NO! This fish was huge I could tell! It would be a crime to let it go!

As I wrestled with the shiny underwater fighter, I glanced at the horizon, and what I saw fast approaching caused me to stare in surprise. It was a great ship, streamlined and beautiful, with full white sails. It cut through the water almost silently, the waves rippling in its wake. Stunned at the sight I took it all in----before the fish, who hadnt taken a time out to watch the ship pull into harbor, gave a hard yank, sending me face first into the sparkling blue water.
Coughing and sputtering I bobbed to the surface, staring up at the ship which loomed closer with every moment. With a start I realised something, this ship was missing something---a BIG something. There was no crew! For a ship that size to have a crew less than 20 people was miraculous, let alone have NO ONE AT ALL! Curiousity swelled inside me like high tide, I had to see what was going on with this strange occurance.

As I climbed out of the water and strode to the gangplank, I saw that I was not alone. Many people had joined me in my curiousity, people of all different sizes, ages and walks of life. Some I knew, some Ive never seen, but all were wearing the same look of wonder on thier faces. As we all boarded we began to wander the ship, searching for any signs of life. Within moments of the last person boarding, the ship once again took a life of its own, and headed out into the unknown.
At first I was startled, what was happening? How was it happening? Most of the other people on the ship seemed to be asking themselves the same question. Some even tried to get back onto the dock, but the ship was pulling out of port faster than if it were just powered by wind. As the island we had all called home got smaller and smaller, the mood on the ship calmed down a bit. We all realised that we were stuck at the moment and couldnt really do much about it. The ship seemed to make it clear that we were all in it for the long run. Looking forward at the vast expanse of sea, I felt a small smile creep onto my face. I could live with that...
Some of us wandered around the ship and down below deck, so I decided to give in to my own curiousity. Moving around to the helm of the ship, I saw that at first glance all appeared normal, despite the fact their was no captain. But when I took a closer look, I saw that next to it, where the navigational equipment would usually be, was a translucient blue, green and silver orb. What purpose it served I didnt know, and ignoring all instincts of caution, I touched it.
Suddenly a wave of light blue washed over the orb, and the helm abruptly turned. Whatever happened, whatever I did, somehow it changed the course of the ship. The others soon realised this and came over to where I was with questioning looks on their faces. "What happened?" One of them asked.
I shrugged. "I have no idea....I dont know how its moving by itself," I said sheepishly, and then a strange feeling came to me. A feeling like something was familiar.
"But I have a feeling that the ship knows where its going..."
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Ill post for David and Illarpe later, once everyone else has a chance to post ^-^ This first post should give everyone a chance to show what their character did before the ship came to port, and also the circumstances that led them to being a passenger on it. PM me if you have any questions or any ideas for mysterious things to find on the ship. Remember, use your imaginations ^-~

 

[OutlawJT]

Name: Jonathan Micus Grant (his close friends call him by his middle name but everyone else calls him Jonathan)
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: 5'11", lean and tough build, short red hair, sky blue eyes. He wears a white loose long sleeved shir, a black vest with his family crest on the right chest(an upright mast crossed by a blacksmith's hammer), and dark gray casual pants and long black boots.
Personality: Dutiful, responsible but bored with his life. He longs for the adventures he reads about in modern day novels. Pirates, swashbuckling, treasures; these are the things that occupy his imagination and his desires. He is very upbeat and playful with his friends but inside he is very depressed and feels trapped to becoming a blacksmith the rest of his days.
Occupation/skills: He's the son and apprentice of a blacksmith. Mostly they make harpoons and fittings for ships(so he knows his way around one and knows a bit about their construction and how to fix some things). However, he took it upon himself to learn how to craft weapons. He crafted himself a very intricate and pretty cutlass (it looks like the guard and pummel were crafted from silver but it is just coated and polished that way. his family can't afford gold and silver to forge anything with). He fancies himself a swashbuckler and although he's never been in a fight his style seems to back up his words. He has practiced with sticks since he was 9 and his cutlass since he finished it a year ago.
History: Not much history to tell. His family moved to the island from Ireland when he was only 2. He was raised here and became his fathers apprentice when he was 9. He has a few good friends on the island but his heart is truly somewhere else in the world and he hasn't found it yet.
Weapon/Tools: He has a finely crafted and ornate cutlass and he carries his blacksmith's hammer tucked behind him in his belt (it is slightly smaller than a full blacksmith's hammer but it is just as useful)
What about the ship drew you to it?: He could smell adventure in its approach and he couldn't wait to get onboard. Not to mention word of it's approach provided an excellent excuse for him to get out of his duties at his fathers shop for a few hours..
Worst fear: He has a couple. Dying useless and alone, spending his whole life as a poor blacksmith and never having an adventure, failing his friends when they need him most.
Other: *beats Other with a stick*

Jonathan Micus Grant
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The hiss of the forge crept along the back of his neck. He could feel it's breath upon him as he worked. Almost in rhythm with the hiss he pounded his hammer down on the shapely piece of metal in front of him. It was round and thin but strong. It was to be a replacement fitting for the mast of some Brittish sloop. Jonathan feared he wouldn't even get a chance to see the ship, though. It was rare his father allowed him to come along when they installed new fittings on a ship. Part of it was that his father was not convinced he was quite ready for that and part of it was the fear that Jonathan may hide away on board. It was no small secret to his family that he longed for something more than the life of a blacksmith.

As he continued molding the band of metal into shape he wiped a trickle of sweat away from his forehead. He had been hard at work all morning on various things. A metal chair for the mayor's front porch, fittings for a mast, a cross-brace to reinforce the north dock. It was a busy day which meant he was not free to run and enjoy the sunshine with his friends. Busy days meant he was stuck hard at work in his father's forge.

As he worked the morning away a strange thing caught his ear. There were a number of people all rushing by the shop gossiping about something. His friend Arthur poked his head into the shop just long enough to say, "A ship just came into port with no crew. Wanna check it out?"

Jonathan just looked after his friend as he disappeared with a sad look on his face. He could not go check it out as much as he would like to. All of his work had to be finished before opening the following day so there was no time to dally. Jonathan let out a low sad sigh and then returned to pounding away at the mast fitting.

"Is it really so depressing?" a voice suddenly spoke from the corner.

"Dad?" Jonathan asked, pretending to be confused by the question.

"Alright..... I suppose an hour break won't hurt too much. Get out of here and see what all the commotion is about. Just promise you'll tell me all about it while we're working when you get back!" his father said with a reluctant smile.

Without hesitation Jonathan tucked his hammer into the back of his belt. He grabbed his rickety scabbard with his very unrickety saber in it and tied it off quickly to his belt. He gave a smile and a nod to his father and was off like a shot. Half the town had left for the pier and the strange ship before him yet he managed to be among the first handful to reach it, as he ran so fast.

While everyone gathered around it curiously Jonathan did the unthinkable. He simply leapt before a gangplank finished presenting itself he simply leapt from the dock to the railing of the ship. It was a good bit higher than the dock so he almost didn't make it but a quick grip and strong legs carried him over the rail.

The deck of the ship seemed quite like new to him. In fact, everything about the ship seems like it had just left the shipyard that constructed it. From working on the fittings for several vessels he knew the general design of the ship but something about it was still not quite like any he had heard of.

Jonathan didn't pay much of any attention to them but once the gangplank had reached the dock several other people joined him aboard the ship. He was too busy running around the thing like a child in a candy store. Before five people had set foot on board he may have examined the entire fore and main decks. By the time the gangplank started to receed he was halfway up the latticework to the forward crow's nest.

As if on cue, the second he reached the crow's nest and looked out upon the only island he had known all his life the ship jerked into motion. Half in panic, half with excitement he gripped the thin railing of the crow's nest. His view shifted aft to the ocean that approached more rapidly than the wind. He then looked down and saw that in mere seconds they had somehow cleared the dock entirely.

A small part of Jonathan screamed out for the vessel to return to shore. His father expected him back and there was tons of work to be done. The larger part of him though, that part screamed out for the vessel to keep going. Whatever awaited him out at sea, he had waited his entire life to find it!

 

[pokemasterfrank]

I found a site that might be helpful for future posts http://www.boatsafe.com/nauticalknowhow/boating/3_1.htm Woot for boat terminology

Name: Stephen Cook
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance: Messy brown hair. He doesn't care for his hair much, since his introvertedness makes caring what other people think of him a non-factor. Brown eyes. He stands at around 5'9''. Normal height, normal weight. Normal 18th century attire. Again, his clothes aren't straight or tidy. Looks kind of like he slept in his clothes.

Personality: Timid, shy, etc. He doesn't do very well in crowds...especially crowds that are focused on him

Occupation/skills: He can't swim (though I suppose that is lack of skill ). He does however, have a better education than most and has minor knowledge of the stars, which could help in direction finding and time telling :O

History: Born and raised on the island. Even though his parents weren't very well off, they gathered whatever money they could so he could have the privalege of education. However, he found himself occupationless and trade-skillless at the age of 18, still living off his parents. He spent his days at home, reading stories of brave adventurers and hopeless romantics. He hoped that he could one day write stories as wonderful as the ones he had enjoyed. However, when he turned 19, his parents had enough of his freeloading and gave him the boot, which happened to be on the day the boat docked. Coincedence, no?

Weapon/Tools: He has a few books and whatever he could carry out of his house that belonged to him.

What about the ship drew you to it?: Hehe...he was roaming around looking for work and a place to stay when...well, lets just say writing while walking isn't the smartest thing to do

Worst fear: Social Situations.

Other: OMG Rudy isn't playing a character named Rudy :O


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Stephen Cook
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It had been hours. The Captain peered over the wheel, watching his crew scramble around the deck. The storm beat down upon them, but he was still, shouting no words of encouragement nor giving any speech to raise spirits. He knew that it wasn’t necessary. They all knew where fate was going to lead them.

The Captain screamed “Starboard Bow”. Nothing more. Nothing less. The boat began gaining speed. Straight ahead, was the enemy. Approaching from the port side, they could see the opposing crew abandoning their cannons, realizing what was to come. The Captain grinned. Their efforts would be futile, for their mast was no more.

The two ships had been at it for hours. The two skilled crews sent cannon fire at each other, always narrowly missing their mark—to sink opposing ship. But now, now was the time for this all to end. The ship was at full speed now. The opposing crew had accepted their fate and was gathered at the port side, watching as end came closer and closer.

The ship was close to the port side now. The Captain took off his hat…perhaps in reverence of the moment. Finally, the two boats me…WahWAAAAH!

“Watch where you are going, naive.”

As I snapped back to reality, I found myself on top of a beautiful young woman. She was dressed in fine clothes and seemed to be very well off. I quickly moved and snatched my book, my eyes never leaving the ground. “I...I…I’m very sorry.” I got up, eyes still aimed at the ground, and backed away into the crowd.

I ran. I cursed at myself. I did nothing. I could have at least helped her up. But, I was too afraid—though I wasn’t afraid of bolting. I showed her and the rest of the world what I was—what little I had gained and learned in all my years of existence. I was a mannerless coward. I clutched the book in my hand, my grip harder on it harder than ever. It was the only thing I had now.

My parents were never financially healthy. My father was a farmer, one of the many on the island. He definitely was a dime a dozen. He worked in the fields all day and tended to the animals at night. My mother, was a laborer, a seamstress, working all day in a stuffy room, sewing everything from shirts to men’s undergarments. And for what? To give their wonderful son an education. To give their child something they never had in the hopes that he would grow up to be something. They probably didn’t want to see him slaving away in the fields or wither his day away in some factory. If only they could have seen their folly. If only I could have seen MY folly.

I found myself shipped from one school to another. I learned mathematics, Latin, science, history. I learned all they offered to me. But what use was it? What use were these bundles of facts and knowledge in this world? Blacksmiths don’t value who the King of England was in 1692 or that antimony could cure diseases. They want experience in working metal. Glassmakers don’t need to know that the world is round. I had wasted my life on something as trivial as the pursuit of knowledge.

So now, I found myself a wanderer, a ronin—jobless and directionless, at 19. The book in my hand contained my dreams, my fears, and quite possibly…my future. I sat down, back against a building, and opened the book. I glanced over the chicken scratches I had made and sighed at the giant line that stemmed from the “e” and went straight down the page. Mistakes would be made. I reached for my fountain pen, usually clipped on edge of my suspenders, but found that it was not there. My story would have to wait. That fountain pen was the best and only writing utensil I had.

I wandered back to the docks. I had tried to find a job there, failing to find one anywhere else in the city. However, just like the rest of the city, the dock just was not for me. I scanned the location I had fallen, and the glint of metal caught my eye. I quickly picked up my fountain pen. Though slightly scratched, I knew it would still write.

As I stood up, I saw a crowd gathered near a boat. The boat looked new, fresh off of the drawing board and into the sea. As I weaved through the crowd to get a closer look, my glance fell on a girl…the girl from earlier. She was boarding the boat. I slapped both cheeks, prepping myself. I would not run away this time. I would do things right this time. I broke through the crowd and leapt the gangplank.

I grabbed her shoulder, getting her attention. Mustering up my courage, I looked her in the eyes and put a smile on my face. “I would like to apologize for my rudeness earlier. I should have been watching where I was going and should have helped you instead of bolting. Well, that’s it. I should be getting…ba…ck…” As I turned, I found myself in shock.

The boat had left the dock.
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Yo JT. Sorry if I’ve misRPed your char (I tried to keep using her to minimum to avoid misRPing, lol). Also, if this doesn’t work with how you want to introduce your char, I’ll gladly change it

 

[Master Rudy]

Name-Jacen Geddes
Age-17
Gender-Male
Appearance-Not overly tall (stands at about 5' 10"), wears a 18th century style white shirt (you know the type. Open at the chest and flaired out at the sleeves), brown boots, grey pants and a light blue sash. Has long blond hair tied back into a ponytail with a matching blue ribbon and blue eyes.
Personality-Friendly and outgoing. Would risk his life instead of leaving someone behind in a dangerous situation.
Occupation/skills-Prior to the adventure he was training to be a town guard. Excellent with blades of all types. Fighting style throws people off since he's left handed and also uses his sword with both hands. Is also pretty decent at fighting with two blades.
History-Pretty much born and raised on the island. Family tradition was for the males of this family to protect the island. Despite being trained as a guard he would much rather go out to sea as an explorer.
Weapon/Tools-An old yet well maintained short sword passed down in the family. Also carries a small dagger with him as well.
What about the ship drew you to it?-Not really sure what drew him torwards the ship. Sort of felt that the ship had an air of mystery and adventure around it.
Worst fear-Death and the fear of what happens afterwards
Other-*cuts other into two*

Jacen Geddes
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“Get back here Kira!”

There she goes again I thought to myself as I chased her through the crowded town streets. Granted her family was poor but it didn’t excuse stealing from others. The only reason she hadn’t gotten into serious trouble yet was due to the fact that she was young and it was just small things. Plus when it came to things such as food I honestly didn’t give it my all in getting her if I was asked to help. Despite what I was training to become I felt a small little item such as food wasn’t a crime and I tended to turn a blind eye to it. Not exactly normal town guard behavior but I didn’t care. While I wanted to uphold the family tradition and protect my home I would much rather have gone out and explored the world. The problem was the navy had too many rules and orders in my opinion. As for pirates I felt it was low to do such a thing. Therefore I was stuck here. A town I knew inside and out. A place I was born in and stuck at. The place where I would eventually die.

As Kira squezed her way past one started group a few people stumbled over and fell to the ground. Quickly reacting I jumped over them and continued the chase. Eventually I saw her take a turn that would be her mistake. Instead of following I ducked down one a nearby alley. Pushing myself to go faster I eventually reached the other side and ran head on into the girl. Granted it wasn’t the way I planned to catch her but it worked. Since my reflexes were pretty decent I quickly managed to get back up onto my feet. Turning towards where Kira fell I saw that she was still a bit on the dazed side. Walking over I just shook my head and said to her “We’ve got to stop meeting like this Kira. How many times is it this week now? Two? Three?” As she got up she just started looking on the ground for what I assume she had dropped. Without looking at me all she said was “Five.” After a quick look around she bent down and picked up an apple. Knowing how some people were I assumed this was the stolen item that they were fussing over. By this point Kira knew how I was when it was just a small bit of food. Without waiting for me to say anything she just started to leave. As she was walking away I just shouted over my shoulder “Just make sure you stay out of major trouble.”

At this point I too began to make my way out of the area. I knew the guards wouldn’t really question her getting away. Kira was quick like that. Like any thief she had her good days where we couldn’t even catch up to her and her bad days where she’s have half the guards surrounding her. At least I didn’t have to worry about making a half assed excuse as to how she got away.

Suddenly as I was making my way past the docks something caught my eye. A crowd had formed nearby around a ship I had never seen before. The major thing catching my eye about the ship was the fact that it looked like it was fresh off the drawing board for one. As I neared the crowd I was just awestruck. I asked a nearby old man “It’s amazing.....whose ship is this?” Without taking his eyes off of the ship he spoke to me in a very surprised tone. “That’s the thing. No one knows who it belongs to. They say it just came in on it’s own with no crew.” If the ship didn’t have my full attention before it surely did now. No crew? That’s just not right. Something is wrong here. As I debated investigating the ship myself for signs of life I saw Kira climbing aboard out of the corner of my eye. The last thing she needed to be doing was getting herself into trouble again. If she took something from this boat that might be the last straw for the guards. Without any debate on my part I too boarded the vessal. No sooner than I stepped on that I noticed something was seriously wrong. The boat was starting to move. Not only that but it looked like this ship was full of people curious about what was happening. In any case one thing was for sure.

This was going to be a long trip......
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Sorry if I RP’ed your character wrong Jaycia. It’s been well over a year since my last RPG and I didn’t have many ideas for getting started. Seeing your profile gave me just the idea I needed ^_~

 

[Jaycia]

Rudy - Actually that gives me a good starting point too, and I think you RP'd Kira pretty well. I had another opening already written out, but I just wrote one more fitting with your story and I think I actually like it better. So it's ok. ^.~

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Name: Kira Danielson
Age: 16
Appearance: Average sized, with long, straight, light brown hair, and gray-blue eyes. She wears a blue blouse and boy’s trousers, simply because she thinks 18th – century women’s clothing uncomfortable and impractical.
Personality: Friendly, cheerful and outgoing, though often quick to rise to a temper. She is always ready to lend a helping hand. She is adventurous and eager to explore, but this can sometimes lead her to make rash decisions.
History: The fourth of nine children born to a poor fishing family, Kira was given little attention as a child from her overworked parents. Kira has always had a sense of adventure, and, as she was given quite a bit of freedom as a child, often wandered off on her own, into the city, or exploring the length of the beach, sometimes not returning for days on end. When she did return from these excursions, she was met by a harsh scolding from her parents and elder siblings. Once, when she was eleven, she stole her father’s fishing boat and went out into the sea on her own, an incident that almost lead to her death when a storm nearly capsized the boat. However, that incident does not seem to have made her more cautious.
Skills: She is a good swimmer, can maneuver a boat, and catch and prepare fish for a meal. She can navigate by the stars, but not extremely well. She is also a fairly accomplished pickpocket, a trade she learned on the streets as a child.
Weapons/Tools: A small, sharp knife that can be used in self-defense, or as a tool.
Worst Fear: Being attacked from behind; being caught and helpless and at another’s mercy.
What drew her to the ship: She has known how to maneuver a boat since she was seven, owing to practice on her father’s fishing boat. She has always lived by the sea and loved it, and has dreamed of going on a sea adventure for ever since she can remember. When the enormous, majestic ship arrived, Kira felt her lifelong daydream was coming true – and she could not miss out on this.

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I dashed through the streets of the city, avoiding the suspicious gazes of shop owners. Who could blame them for being wary of a girl they knew to be a thief? They were just doing my job, as I was doing mine.
Looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being followed, I sped up. I had been much too careless today – the shopkeeper’s back had been turned, but I had forgotten about the customers as I had snatched a few apples and run. Obviously they chased me, but luckily they had left that boy – Jacen, was it? – to follow me, and he had let me go, as he always did.
Still looking back, I ran straight into my younger sister, Kate.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
Kate eyed my distracted, nervous face, and then the small bag in my hands. “Oh, no, Kira, you didn’t. Not again.”
“And you’d rather go hungry, I assume.”
“Well…” Kate eyed me uneasily. I knew as well as she did she wanted the food badly. “Just don’t let Maylie see.”
Maylie was our older sister, three years my senior, who could not stand my stealing.
“Let me see what?”
Too late.
I turned around to see Maylie standing behind me. Her eyes, too, fell on the pouch in my hands, full of food. “Kira!”
I glared back defiantly. “Mathew was hungry, and if Father doesn’t get any more fish than yesterday, we probably won’t even have a proper lunch.”
“Mathew is an eight-year-old boy; you could feed him a feast and he would still be hungry. And you can’t act as though you were still ten years old!”
Kate looked from me to Maylie, muttered something about going to see where the younger ones were, and ran off.
“Honestly, Kira, you’re sixteen, as you keep forgetting. You’re the second oldest!”
“I’m the fourth.” I reminded her.
“Yes, but Isabella’s married and doesn’t live with us anymore, and Davin catches fish with Father all day. Mother goes out to work every day, which leaves me, you, and Kate to take care of the rest of them.”
“I am taking care of them, I’m giving them food!”
“And teaching them that it’s all right to steal!”
We glared at each other for a moment, then Maylie sighed. We had had this argument at least once a week for the past six years. She knew that nothing she could say would change me.
“Don’t tell Mother…” I said
“I won’t!” Both of us knew our parents had enough on their hands without worrying about their daughter being a thief.
I sighed, too, and walked towards my younger siblings. Immediately they crowded around me, demanding to see what I had brought them. I quickly divided a loaf of bread, a hunk of cheese, and three apples among Jakob, Will, Mathew, Annalie, and myself. Kate watched us for a while, then reluctantly joined in. Maylie watched us disapprovingly, but I knew she was also happy to see us eat.
It annoyed me slightly that Maylie, only nineteen herself, acted as though she was twice my age. But then, I thought, she had been forced to act like a mother when our real one was at work, trying to earn some more money to put a bit more food on the table. After our eldest sister, Isabella, had gotten married two years ago, she had to take care of us. I knew I wasn’t making her job easier by stealing, and I felt slightly guilty at the thought.
Looking about at the active bustle of the town, my eyes fell upon the dock. I frowned. An enormous crowd had gathered there. Standing up, I walked over to investigate.
“Hey Kira, where’re you going?” Kate called, her mouth half full. I didn’t answer. Over the mass of people gathered there I saw a mast of a ship.
Fighting my way to the front of the crowd, I drew in a breath. The ship was the biggest I had ever seen, twice the size of the trade ships that came to town sometimes. I didn’t see a crew, but someone was obviously aboard, as the ship slowed and stopped at the dock. For a while, people stared at it cautiously, waiting for someone to appear at the ship’s deck. When nobody arrived, the crowd pressed closer curiously.
A few people jumped on board bravely, followed more tentatively by others. I watched them explore the deck curiously. After hearing their gasps of awe, I decided to see what was up there myself.
I struggled on board. Oddly enough, there did not seem to be anyone on the ship besides the few curious townspeople who had climbed aboard. Where was the ship’s crew?
My eyes fell on what should have been the ship’s steering wheel. In its place was a blue-green, luminescent orb.
Even as I stared at it, a girl – perhaps a little older than me – reached out and touched the orb. My warning against doing so was immediately cut off as the deck was bathed in blue light.
Then, with a sudden lurch, the ship turned and sailed away from the dock, gathering speed.
I turned around, watching the dock become smaller and smaller as we sailed faster. I was shocked. I should have jumped off right then and swam back – I could swim fairly well – but for some reason I didn’t think about it at the moment. Even as I left behind the town I had known so well, I felt not frightened, but excited. For an unknown reason, I was sure I would not be harmed on this ship, and I was equally sure that I would, one day, return, back to my home and my family. In the meantime, however, I would be having an adventure.

 

[WolfinOutlawAsi]

Name: David Horizon

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: Sea green hair, light gray eyes, slightly tanned skin. He wears a light blue vest over his bare chest and baggy white pants that bunch near the bottom. Has a tattoo of a sun and moon, one on each of his shoulders. Usually is barefoot but sometimes wear straw sandals.

Personality: Very crafty and sharp eyed, he can see between the lines on almost anything. Is interested in gaining and keeping wealth, and likes the shine of gold. Some may call him stingy, but hes very generous when he has money, but only in bars lol He may be a bit on the sneaky side, but he has a kind heart, and will help people out that need it. Sticks by his friends, though he has very few. Has no problems with stealing from people he deems 'unworthy of respect' lol Has a lot of charisma and charm lol

Occupation/skills: He can move silently, and has a head for business deals, being the son of a merchant he can tell you the value of just about anything. Is good with words, and can strike a deal with even the toughest hagglers

History: Grew up as the son of a wealthy merchant, he learned the trade early on and found himself good at it. Was fascinated by ships of all kinds, and wanted to learn everything he could about them. Always wanted to be the captain of one, but the opportunity had never presented itself, and his family needed him to take care of the business after his father died at sea. His mother was afraid hed meet the same fate if he ever sailed and so was very protective of him.

Weapon/Tools: He doesnt have much on him by way of tools, but he does have a few throwing daggers and his wits. Hes also very good at bar brawls lol so he pretty relies on himself for everything he needs.

What about the ship drew you to it?: The promise it held for travelling to unknown places, and the excitement of possible treasure-hunting ^v^

Worst fear: Being helpless when hes needed the most

Other: He has a weakness for tough girls and tends to lose focus when talking to one ^-^() LOL
Also, he has a blue jay thats not really a pet(since he doesnt own it) but it kinda stays with him, named Sam. When asked why he named the bird, hed say he didnt, the bird just told him that was his name. No one knows whether hes joking or not. Also, Sam is very attracted to shiny things, and like his human companion will collect such things lol

---David Horizon---
Blue as the seas, dove into the sky

“Thank you Mr. Grant, your shipment will be in sometime tomorrow morning.”
The morning sun glinted off the locks of sea green hair that fell over my eyes as I nodded to the blacksmith and continued on my route. It was business as usual this morning, collecting money for shipments and delivering goods to tradesmen and shopkeeps and the tavern. Speaking of the tavern, that was the next stop for me, though it wasnt on my route for today. Every now and then Id take time off from my most rigorous work to relax and play a few games of Shove ha’penny and bet on paper boat races. Rigorous work you ask? Well, maybe what I do isnt very strenuous after all...basically I get paid for managing items and money. But a man needs a break from numbers after a while, eh?
As I reached the door of the tavern, a slight fluttering sound near my ear told me that Sam was back from his morning forage. Landing on my shoulder he peered at me with black eyes, eyes that sometimes seemed to talk to me in a language without words. Flashing a grin at the bird I nodded my head towards the tavern. ‘Ready to pick me a winner, yeah?” But before I could finish my sentance Sam squawked and with a flutter of wings flew off. “Ey! Sam!!! Ah dammit.” I muttered as I took off on a sprint after the tail feathers of a VERY bad blue jay. What was he up to now? Ever since I met him hes been nothing but trouble. Always stealin peoples pocketbooks and jewelry and flying off for no apparent reason.... Despite it all I grinned. Well, it certainly keeps life interesting...
As I neared the dock I had to stop short to avoid crashing into a large group of people who had gathered there. “Sam!” I yelled out one more time and then I froze. There in port was the most magnificent ship I had ever seen. Its silver sails shone in the morning sunlight, its mast towered high into the sky. The whole ship seemed to shine as though it had been made of pure white marble and polished to a sheen. What kind of ship was this??? Where did this come from? But most importantly....
How could I get my hands on it?
Something about this ship called to me. I had to find out who owned it, perhaps there was something they were willing to bargain for. I doubted there was ANYTHING in the world that could make an owner of such a ship want to give it up, but I HAD to try! It was a masterpiece!
Sam momentarily forgotten, I pushed my way through the crowd and climbed on deck. Looking around the deck I saw many people from the town, but no one looked as though they could be the Captain. Spying a door leading below deck I quickly threw it open and climbed downward.
Below deck was lit by a faint warm light. The wood of this part of the ship was a fine mahogany color, smooth and polished and well grained. This wood alone must cost a fortune... I thought, knowing that Id need every ounce of haggling ability if I hoped to convince anyone to let this ship go. I headed straight for the well ornated door at the end of the hall and opened it.
It was as I thought it would be, the Captains office. There were candles lit and oil lanterns were ablaze, but no other signs of life were apparent in the room. Could this be a salvage job? If so what a deal! Such a ship for free!
Suddenly the ship lurched to the side. In my excitement I was caught off guard and flung to the ground. Some candles went out and papers fell to the floor in a scatter. Collecting my wits I picked up a book which had hit me on the head moments before. It was covered in supple leather and adorned with gold letters which read, ‘Captains Journal’. Thinking this might shed some light on the situation I opened it, but the room was too dark to make anything out. Well this is a start....cant really find much in the dim, might as well find out what happened on deck.
I climbed back up into the bright upper deck. A group of people had gathered on deck and were looking over the sides, some were grouped around where the navigation equipment mustve been. Then as if nothing ever happened Sam alighted upon my shoulder and started preening himself. “There you are you little scoun.....uh.....”
I had just noticed that the ship wasnt in port anymore.
“Whats going on eh?” I said striding over to the helm. A blue haired girl and another, younger girl were standing next to a light blue orb embedded slightly into the wood. Immediately the younger girl pointed at the other one. “She!!!” The older girl began to talk at the same time as her. “She touched it!” “I wanted to know what it was and--” “She touched it and this glow--” “This glow came out of it and--” “I didnt do it she---” “No it started----”
“Come on slow down! Are you saying that touching that blue thing made the ship move?” Both girls just nodded speechless. By this time a crowd had gathered around, and with questioning eyes waited to see if they would get any answers. I studied the orb for a moment and then looked at the blue haired girl. “Touch it again.”
“What? Well, ok...” she said, unsure as she reached out a hand tenetively. Her finger touched the swirling blue orb and....
Nothing.
“Hm??” My eyebrow disappeared under my cerulean colored hair. Walking over with a sense of purpose I touched the orb.
Still nothing.
Someone spoke up from the crowd. “Maybe its stuck on a course? If its not responding now then maybe it needs to reach its destination.” Hm.... This was a puzzle, and wherever this ‘destination’ was, apparently we were along for the ride. Suddenly I felt a slight tug in my hand. Pulling away I saw the younger girl was curiously poking at the book in my hand. I had almost forgotten about it. “Whats this?” She said, not taking her eyes off the book.
“It seems to be the Captains, I brought it out here to read it in the light.” As I opened it up everyone crowded around to look. On the first page, written in a beautiful flowing handwriting was this:

. .Crew Roster. .
Kailani Kelby, pg 2

Kira Danielson

Jonathan Micus Grant

Elizabeth Michaels

Stephen Cook

Jacen Geddes

David Horizon and Sam

Mark Rivers and Fallon

Ythrulances Centin Davis

Illarpe​

I was astounded. Somehow this book had all our names in it, as if it KNEW we would somehow make it on board, as if it knew we would get stuck on it as it sailed away. As if it chose us, but for what purpose? Turning to page 2 my eyes widened, and I stared at the words on the page.

“After a short stop on the Isle of Serenity, the crew of the Endless Horizon embarked on their journey towards the Isle of Lingering Waves.”
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Oooh mysterious! lol ^v^ Im planning on posting for Illarpe sometime tonight also. A few things you should know about the ship, the kitchen is fully stocked with fresh foods as if someone was on board recently, the only thing really missing foodwise is meat. Theres beans, rice, flour, sugar, coffee, tea, oranges (no scurvy lol) and a few other minor things. In the dining area is fine china as if for rich people, and in the crew quarters area everyones room is perfectly furnished for each individual person, as in everyones room looks as if they designed it themself. Once each characters posted their entrance posts (I think everyone has but JTs second and my Illarpe one), feel free for them to explore the ship and get to know their fellow ‘crew mates’ ^-~ Your character wont know this, but the ship will be in visual range of the island in a day, so everyones character will have time to explore, introduce themselves and have a good meal and sleep before land is sighted. Then Ill post an OOC occurance to move the adventure along ^-~ If youhave any ideas or questions about the island or anything, PM me ^v~

Also, the order in which the names were written in the journal does not reflect the order the adventures have to go in ^-~

 

[Dark Fire]

Name: Mark Rivers

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance: Average height with long brown. Blue eyes, and a small scar on his left cheek. His skin is light, but not that pale. He wears leather armour on his forearms and shins. He also wears a light body armour piece made of solid, but light metal. This is what most respected hunters wear where he's from.

For a better look refer to Prince of Persia [Warrior Within]:

Personality: Mark is very relaxed and likes to open up to new people. He is very outgoing and loves to have a good time. When it is time to be serious he could deffiantly be cool about it, and use his brains to his aid. He is also very good at keeping hs cool, and not showing that he is mad, frustrated or confused.

Occupation/skills: Mark is a great Hunter. He was raised to become one since he was 5 and he always showed that he had the potential to be great at it. Very few hunters in the village are anywhere near his skills, that is why he is currently wearing the clothes only the greatest hunters wear. The Silver Shield as they call it. He was the first to wear since Morgan [the Great] had become too old to hunt, that was over a hundred years before Mark's birth.

History: Look above XP...

Weapon/Tools: - Three throwing knives on his belt
- 1 Skinning knife
- 2 Swords: 1 Throwable and serrated the other double edged and close combat.
- Bow and arrow on occasion.
Note: Since this is a fantasy, I hope it's not too bad if I keep some secrets bout the swords. Nothing big; if not I'll edit it into here.

What about the ship drew you to it?: While hunting he felt a little something tugging him towards the beach. First he thought it was just his hunter instinct, but soon realised it was something else. Looking far onto the horizon he noticed a small silver sail, and soon relised it was boat. Once anchored he figured this was some kind of trick, seeing as there were no people . But once again something tugged him into the ship hoping he can have a new adventure, and help perfect his hunting technique. he hoped this trip would finnaly give him the opprotunity to learn how to fish.

Worst fear: hehe, I don't fear touching things in the water, I just hate the feeling. I once stepped on a lobster the size of a melon and since than hate the feeling of stepping on things ... anyway ... Mark fear a couple of things worst of which is being alone in a dark and small place. He doesn't mind it when he has his weapons, but if he was left to ponder a silent hallway he would deffiantly panic.

Other: Mark's got a pet Hawk which hunts by herself. She will be accompanying Mark on this adventure.





||Mark Rivers||

The clearing was silent, not a sound to be heard, not even the the trees felt safe to whisper amongst themselves as they so often did. The sun shimmered down upon the clearing bouncing off here and there casting odd shadows to form on the blood stained earth. A rather large animal lay on the cool earth, seemingly dead. It was roughly the size of a baby deer; it had a long snout, blue fur and oddly resembled an oversized pig. Only this was no pig, on it's head was a set of horns so large it could have lifted a fully grown man. Three knives could be easily spotted stuck within the creature's flesh, they had ended it's life.

The silence was broken when I young man slid down the flimsy trunk of an odd looking tree. The boy was not one raised in the city of this island, most people knew of his village's exsitance solely due to the fact that this village was one of the city's main trade partners. Fur, oil, meat, swords and even the occasional wild animals were all available from those people and the city never hesitated to bargain with them. The boy had quite a grin on his face he had obviously been the one to slay this beast and his was damn proud of it.

"At last, a Horned Boar twice the size of Belatrix' catch. Even Morgan the Great didn't catch one of these guys. Oh happy hour this is, we shall have quite the feast back at home." The boy laughed, but was cut off when a small bird nested on his shoulder. "Hey there Fallon. See you have come to join me in my festivities." The small hawk let out a loud screech which echoed between the trees. "Before we head back, I need to tidy up." The boy bent down over the boar and chanted something in a strange language. Soon as he was done he took out the three knives, wiped the blood of using the boar's slick fur and placed them back into their sheeths. He then proceeded and pulled out one of his swords, once again he chanted something in that same laguage and the sword exploded in dazzling blue lights. Once the lights receeded he went on to cut into the boar's side creating a lond gash. The sword which was no covered in the beast's blood lit up again, this time in red. One last time the boy chanted something out and thrust his sword deep into the ground; the sacrifice was over.

The walk back home was not a particularely hard one, save but crossing the creek with the mammoth pig over his shoulder. The whole time that same smile was painted across his face even under the weight that had beem place on his shoulder. His home was close now, he could make out the familiar roof tops of the huts through the trees and that sight made him run along hoping he could catch the astonished faces of his fellow villagers when he returns with the creature that was deemed impossible to catch.

"Looky, it's Mark, he had returned so swiftly. He had hardly been out there for six hours ... is that?" Many of the people stared in awe as he passed them holding the blue creature.

"But ... it is impossible ..."

"This is unbelievable ..."

He heared many other comments, but he cared not it, it was only Belatrix' compliment that meant anything to him.

"What is this?" He recognized the voice right away.

"Belatrix, how nice of you to come visit me in this fine hour. Great day it is." They boy said not even turning around to look at his friend.

"Great hour? How did you catch that? It cannot be possible. You cheated Mark!" She yelled at him furious at his tone.

"How can you possibly cheat when hunting for the elusive Horned Boar? Oh I am sorry, you probably know, seeing as you were the one who lulled that stupid Fire Turkey into your custody. I, unlike you actually killed a rare specie. I am not much interested in befriending a wild turkey." He responded. Him and Belatrix were always close rivals. She was a great hunter, but was never nearly as good as Mark. Mark knew this and always mocked her about it, until one day when she returned after being in the forest for nearly three days holding a live Fire Turkey. This bird is one of the more elusive species in the wild, yet nowhere near as hard as killing a Horned Boar.

"You did this in spite Mark! You were just jealous I had captured the turkey."

"Nonesense, that turkey does not even qualify as a capture. Yes it was big, yes it's hard to catch, but you did not kill it. I have been hunting for the Horned Boar for over a month now, and if I recall correctly you caught the Turkey only but a week ago. Admit defeat oh dear mistress." He laughed. As did Belatrix.

"Forget you," She chuckled. "By the way your dad was looking for you." She said stepping out of Mark's way.

"Alright, I'll go see him." Mark replied.

"I'll see you later?" She asked. Mark nodded. She kissed him on the cheek and sped back down the hill to her house. Smiling about his victory he made his way to his own home. His dad was taking care of the Bellen Sprouts, which were quite important in making medicine.

"Father, take a look at this fatty." His dad spun around staring at Mark. "What?" Mark asked.

"You know you need to go to the city, where did you dissapear to?" He answerd with his own question.

"Well if you managed to somehow miss out on this great big ham, I will tell you."

"I do not care whether you caught a Horned Boar or not. You had a delivary due hours ago! Although I am proud of you for catching one of those, you are deffiantly the first." He said smiling for the first time. His dad did that all the time, having mood swings like that.

"Gee thanks," Mark said chucking the boar at his dad who simply raised his hand. A faint blue light formed around the boar as it slowly lowered itself to the ground. "Fast reflexes, still the same old Mage you were when you were young, huh?" Mark finished not at the least surprised by the magic that had been done in front of him.

"No, I am quite stiff. I would use some of this magic on you, but the Sliver Shield won't let me. That relic is built ..."

"To block any spells cast upon me in ill manner, yes I know father." He finished his dad's sentence. "Now what need delivering?" At once a small brown package flew out of the open window of Mark's house. He caught it and without looking at it knew what it was.

"Bellen Powder? Who's sick this time?" Mark was already turning around to leave.

"The chief of defence something or rather, brown building, office number thirty four." His dad yelled to him. Mark was quite fast and was inside the city within hours. Many people gave him odd looks, they weren't too used to seeing a Porrentian within their city, yet some greeted him knowing he was one of the best hunters this village has seen. Minutes later he was on his way back home, still wearing his armour, his swords and knives in their place.

All of a sudden he flet the urge to take the long way home, running up the beach until he would meet up with the creek and follow it up back to his village. He did so, but when he reached the so often empty beach he noticed that many people had gathered around a large boat, so clean, so new, so entruiging. The people let him through as he got closer to examine the boat.

"Why hey there Mark, long time no see. Where has my boy been lately? What interesting new stories to you have to tell me." A voice loomed from behind.

"Sorry Mayor, not today." With that he sprinted up the docks until he was jumping distance from the boat. He had easily grabbed onto the side of the deck and pulled himself up. A few other people were already onboard, all city folk. He didn't mind, he was actually quite fond of many people in the city. Although he couldn't say the same about city folk liking him.

"Err ... no worries ... I'm Mark, I was just wondering what was up here." he hoped the people on board wouldn't mind having him on board. Besides he told himself that it would not take long. On and off in no time.

"Say where's the crew?" He asked.

"No crew, it was empty we came on board and to our surprise no one was on board." Said one of the girls, who he learnt later on was Kailani Kelby.

"Odd. Well I guess I'll be off now, this is quite strange." But just as he muttered those words the boat began moving, by itself. He was stuck on board a ship which moved by itself.

After getting calming down a bit, he walked over to the ledge of the boat and peered into the blue water. He always wanted to fish, but not from a boat. His island, his home were long gone. Hidden away beyond the horizon. He wanted to scream, but knew that make him less likable by his "crew". If he was going to be on a ship miles from his home he needed to be on good terms with people. All of a sudden he flet a jerk, the boat had changed it's course almost leaving Mark overboard. Luckily for him someone managed to grab him from behind before he tumbled head first into the ice cold water.

The person who had saved had dashed into the crowd that was formed a few feet behind him, feeling left out he walked up to the crowd and from what he could hear, picked up on something about a blue orb, and book with names. Peering over some people's shoulders he found his name in a book, oddly enough the names of all the ccrew members were in it, and so was his Hawk's.

Dumbfounded Mark looked into the sky and surely enough he noticed the petite shadow of his faithful hawk gliding through the air. This was great he thought.

"Now that I think about it this whole adventure can be great." And so with his spirits high he sat down by the crowd, back pinned to one of the mast's poles smiling waiting for Fallon to catch up with the boat.




OOC: I am so sorry for the longness, and any spelling mistakes, this is far too long to edit and stuff. Hope you enjoyed it, I know I did =D.

 

[WolfinOutlawAsi]

Hey, the longer the better lol ^-^ Anyway Im going to post for Illarpe once night hits in the RPG ^-~ So until then, heres a post from Kailani to move us along ^-^

~~Kailani Kelby~~
Twilight on the sea, the salty air a part of me...

"Reel it in slowly.....you have to tire the fish or you could risk breaking the line....NOW!!!" With a hard yank a shining silvery fish plopped on deck next to me, Kira and Mark. After the discovery of the book with all our names on it we figured out that somehow all of us were meant to be here. We didnt know how or why but strangly it wasnt that hard to accept, as if we knew something in our lives had been missing for quite some time. The most curious thing about it all is that the book seemed to be wrong about something, no matter how many roll calls we took and how many head counts we made, it always turned up that someone by the name of 'Illarpe' was missing. The book had gotten all our names right, even the bird companions of two of the guys, but somehow added this name for a person none of us could locate. But that was soon forgotten as we made the best of the situation and explored the magnificent ship.
"Good job Mark! Your a natural fishermen!" I smacked him on the back and picked up the fish. "Now Ill show you how to clean it up and salt it."
"And Ill lead the way," Kira said with a grin. The first thing she had done after we all got acquainted was locate the kitchen and check on the stock. Apparently we were good on supplies, but there was no meat on board. Which wasnt a problem ^v~
As we decended into the dimness below deck, my foot caught on something and I tumbled to the ground. "OW!" I shouted, reaching around in the dark. Grabbing something I said, "What the heck is this???"
"Um..I...Im sorry...that...um...is my foot....I...didnt....mean....." A quiet male voice said. As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the ship I saw that I was holding the leg of one of the guys, Stephen I think his name was. "Oh sorry heh! You shouldnt lay around where people can trip on you!" He didnt say anything else and just looked down, as if he was hoping Id go away. "Say, why dont you help us clean these fish we caught? The ship didnt have any meat so we had to catch it ourselves." Kira suggested, peering at his face curiously. Stephen seemed to grow smaller and all he managed to do was shake his head. Putting my hands on my hips I reguarded him with a look that was half stern half amused. "Come now, everyone has to pull their weight around here! At least I cant trip on you if your doing something useful." After a few quiet moments he nodded and reluctently stood up, looking as though he wanted to bolt at any second. I nodded. "Ok! Lets get these babies fired up!"

While dinner for everyone was being prepared, the man called Jacen ran into the kitchen looking surprised and excited. "Youve all got to see this, we were exploring the passenger cabin and...well just come!" Looking at each other, the four of us ran after Jacen. We soon came to a hallway with doors on each side. Jacen picked a door and opened it up. Inside was a bed and a desk, and many decorations. Swords adorned the walls, silver badges mounted on mahogany plaques graced each side of the porthole. "...What about it?" I asked, feeling a little bit disappointed having expected something more exciting. Jacen shook his head. "This room....it looks like it was made for me! Look at this, theres a picture of me and my father! Heres my grandfathers badge! I took a look at all the other rooms too, each one looks like it was made for a specific person!"
This sparked all of our attentions and we split up searching the rooms in the hall for 'our' room. Finally I found it, the room that had to have been made for me. Vibrant blue silk sheets were on the comfy looking hammock. Paintings of ships were on the walls, a mounted barracuda hung over the door, the one I caught with my bare hands at great risk of losing a finger. A fishing net hung on one side of the room, and on the end table was my silver and bone flute. My clothes were in the wooden chest against the wall. "Wow..." I breathed, completely unable to say much more. If I had any thought that the names in the book was a coincidence, they were no more. Somehow I had stumbled into something beyond my imagination, and I knew if I thought too hard on the 'how' I would just make my head hurt.
I flopped on my hammock, grabbed my flute and bagan to play, as the waves tosses outside the porthole. Somehow, thought I knew not what Id encounter tomorrow, I felt more at peace than ever before in my life.
I felt as though I was where I belonged.
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Ok everyone feel free to explore your rooms and basically do what you want ^-^ If anyone posts at night in the RPG, feel free to have an Illarpe sighting, in the moonlight she is a lot more visible than during the day.

Oh and I drew a pic of Kailani on Bulbagarden oekaki, here it is ^-^

If anyone wants me to draw their character PM me with the details of how you want it to look, Ill also make a banner with it if you want ^-^

 

[Dark Fire]

"Reel it in slowly," Kailini told Mark who was struggling with his rod. It was his first time fishing with a rod, an he found it much easier and simpler than using harpoons and spears to fish in the creek. "you have to tire the fish or you could risk breaking the line," He enjoyed the help of Kailini quite a bit, he was sure without her helping him out he would not even be able to cast his line into the vast blue water. "NOW!!!" Chills ran up his back he couldn't really grasp the thought that he was about to catch a fish. He jerked the rod bringing the fish onto the deck.

"Err, I guess I caught it ..." Mark said scratching his temple and smiling widely. This fish wasn't exactly the biggest one he had ever seen but would serve as a nice appetizer. After getting on board the ship the crew found the kitchen and to everyone's surprise it was filled with food and drinks, but the storage room lacked meat. Mark assured everyone that if they were to reach dry land he would do all in his powers to catch something for the crew. Unfortunately Mark could not hunt on water and so the main meat resource was now the fish Kailini, Kira and himself managed to catch.

"Good job Mark! You're a natural fishermen!" Kailini said smacking Mark on the back. Once again he smiled and thanked her for helping him. With that the three of them were off to the kitchen to clean and salt the fish. Mark had experience in cleaning animals, mainly getting rid of unwanted organs and skinning, but he found the scales of the fish rather annoying to get rid of.

A few minutes later a boy climbed down into the Kitchen to reveal something that lightened Mark's day even further. Following the boy, Jacen, if Mark could remember correctly back up onto the higher deck they reached a section of the boat Mark had even thought of searching. Nine rooms each decorated differantly. At first Mark could think nothing of this discovery, until he had reached a room that looked exactly like his own back at home.

His bed in the same place covered in the same silvery blanket he had for many years now, and the many "trophies" as he called them hanging above. His "trophies" were the heads of his greatest catches, and he took great pride in displaying them. Gabiliani, Founder, Three Faced Hornell, Water Rabbit, Rock Turtoise and most surprising of all his newest capture the Horned Boar. His potions, and powders and cauldrens all in the same corner by his lamp. The hangings, which held his armour and swords all in the same place as they were in his village. He searched his room but found nothing out of place; Fallon's cage was in place, even his Fire Wood Long Bow was in it's place. For the first time he felt like he was home, he didn't need anything more it was all here the boat. The people were nice, he had food, his room, and the whole time he felt that he was drawn to the boat for a reason, that somehow he was hooked and reeled aboard this magnificent place.

"Well no use for this anymore." He took of his swords and carefully placed them on they're hooks, and then took of his armour due to it bearing him down. He was sure he wouldn't need the armour until they reach they're destination. A loud screech, followed by a yelp of surprise could be heard in the hallway. "Fallon..." Mark muttered to himself.

Mark quickly scrambeled out of his room and noticed Fallon perched on the shoulder of a girl roughly his size, he recognized her right away. "Sorry Kira ... Fallon likes meating new people, hope he didn't scare you too much." It was at this time that he remembered that he had no shirt on, and tried as hard as he could not to blush, instead he looked down at the ground away from Kira's eyes as if worried her gaze will somehow hurt him. Mustering up his confidence again he looked up again. "So did you see your new room?" He asked her trying to break the tention he had created. While waiting for her to respond he stepped closer and gently took Fallon of her shoulder. For some reason Mark felt it was safe to trust his crew even though they had met only hours ago.





OOC: WOA, that picture's nice. Can you draw one of Mark? Just look at my previous post you'll see the picture. If possible make him less intimidating, Mark isn't as evil looking as the Prince of Persia.

Oh and congrats on joining FB, I'm sure you won't regret it. It's a great orginized RPG, and full of nice people.

 

[WolfinOutlawAsi]

Heres the pic of Mark ^-^ I hope I drew him right ^-^()

Yeah Im trying to get used to the style in FB but hopefully Ill get the hang of it ^-^()

 

[Jaycia]

[Kira, age 16]
I had never been more excited in my life.
After the ship had left dock, we had started to explore the ship. We immediately realized that the ship truly was abandoned except for us. But that was just the beginning.
We discovered the captain's office, and found it empty, save for a small book labeled, "Captain's Journal". What we saw inside amazed: the names of every single person on board, including the blue jay and hawk that travelled on the shoulders of two of the boys. There was also an extra name at the bottom - "Illarpé". Nobody knew what it meant; we could not find an Illarpé anywhere.
I had quickly gotten to know most of the crew, and spent the main part of the day fishing with Kailani and Mark. Eventually we had gotten another boy to help us, Stephen. He didn't talk much, and always seemed as though he wanted more than anything to disappear entirely. But he was good at cleaning fish, once I showed him how.
I was also surprised to find that Jacen, the boy who so often had let me get away with stealing, was on board. It was nice to have a familiar face when so much else seemed impossible and mysterious. In the afternoon, he had come to us, excitedly yelling. He led us down to the crew's quarters and showed us a room he said was made to be his. It even had a picture of his father, and his grandfather's badge on the bedside table. We were amazed.
We immediately explored the other rooms, and each was tailored specifically for one of us, the person identified by his or her cry of surprise and delight when the door was opened. Excitedly, I rushed to find my room, wondering what it would contain.
One of the doors stood out in my mind, though it looked no different than the rest. This was sure to be mine. Slowly, I reached out towards the doorknob - and jumped as I felt something collide with my shoulder with a squawk.
Turning my head, I saw a small hawk resting on my shoulder, preening himself nonchalantly. I smiled, recognizing him as the hawk belonging to one of the crew members.
As I turned back, I saw his owner in front of me, smiling nervously. I remembered him to be Mark, the boy who had helped Kailani and I catch fish this morning.
"Sorry Kira...Fallon likes meeting new people, I hope he didn't scare you too much."
My reassuring reply was cut off as Mark suddenly blushed and looked down, avoiding my eyes. I was taken aback, hoping I hadn't accidentally done something to embarass him.
"So, did you see your new room?" Mark asked suddenly, still seeming slightly nervous.
"Um, not yet." I was still wondering what he could be so embarassed about. "But I think it might be this one," I added, gesturing the door in front of us. Saying so, I opened it and gasped.
Inside, hanging on the wall, was a large, beautiful picture painted on a cloth. It showed the seashore at dawn, with the waves crashing onto the sandy beach, and, in the distance, silhouetted by the rising sun, an enormous ship. The painting was so beautifully done, it almost seemed to be real.
The painting depicted a dream I had had so often, ever since I was young. I was sitting at the seashore at sunrise, watching a ship on the horizon. It was as if someone had taken a photograph of my dream and hung it on the wall.
On the bedside table in my room - for I was sure it was my room - there was a picture of my whole family - my father on the left, followed by all my siblings and I, lined up youngest to oldest, and my mother at the right. Seeing a picture of my family suddenly made me miss them a lot, and I sighed.
I suddenly remembered Mark's presence; looking at the picture had made me forget about him. I turned to face him.
"So, this is your room then?" he asked. I nodded. "Definitely."
He smiled, and left. I examined my room for a little longer, then decided to go back up to the ship's deck.
It was getting late, and the lowest tip of the sun was beginning to touch the horizon. I sighed, looking out from the ship's deck, and seeing the blue sea all around. I felt safe, happy, and excited at the same time. Somehow I knew wherever we went, the ship would protect us. It was a crazy thought, I knew, but it seemed true.
Suddenly, I saw something silvery out of the corner of my eye. I turned and gasped - there was a young woman standing there, and I could see through her. She was white and transparent, as though formed from fog.
"A ghost?" I whispered.
The ghost turned and looked at me. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and she regarded me sadly. For a while I did nothing but stare at her, amazed and more than a little scared. Then, finding my voice, I said, "Hello."
She stared at me morosely for another moment, then slowly walked away, disappearing.
I stared after her, but all that was visible now was a faint glimmer, and even that I could have been imagining. I tried to convince myself it was a trick of the light - or maybe my tiredness catching up to me - but underneath I was sure that she was real.
I walked back down to my room, wondering.

 

[Master Rudy]

Jacen Geddis
The night of June 7th, 1734
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While everyone was looking at there own rooms I just took a few moments in my own room and tried to think things over. With each passing moment I felt that this whole thing was getting odder and odder. Here we all were. A group of people with seemingly nothing in common aside from the general area we were all from. Yet somehow we all came together to be on this ship. Some of the technology behind it was beyond us for one. I may not have exactly been a sailor but I knew that some of the things such as that blue orb were not normal. Next was the fact that we each had a room that pretty much fit who we were. Plus how could any of us forget the book? It named even the animals on board! It was enough to make someone’s head hurt thinking about it. In any case if there was something I had a feeling about it was the fact that we were all suppose to be here.

As I looked around at my room and pondered the situation I heard a knock at the door. Turning around I saw David. “I’m not disturbing anything am I?” With a smile I just shook my head no. David was one of the people on the ship I already knew since he occassionally talked business with the guards in terms of supplies. I said to him “Not at all David. I’m mainly just thinking about things. Something about this is strange but I’m not sure if any of us will be able to grasp it.” I could tell from the look on David’s face that he thought a little differently about that. “Well I think we’re know more when we dock somewhere. Anyway I’m mainly down here because I heard that everyone had their own room but I found something odd. Care to follow me?” Since I really didn’t have anything better to do I just nodded and followed David to a room at the end of the hall.

Upon reaching the room and opening the door I couldn’t help but take the chance to laugh and poke fun at him since it was way too easy. “Whoa.....I had no idea you went for this sort of thing David.” With an irritated look he snapped at me “Hey! With one look you can tell this isn’t my room!” I knew better than to press the matter so instead I just looked around the room a little more. The bed had pink silk sheets on it as well as a rather expensive end table next to it. Across from the bed was a full sized mirror than appeared to be trimmed with gold around the frame. No matter where you looked it seemed that this person’s room screamed “I’M LOADED!!!” Turning back towards David I saw him looking at a picture on one of the tables. It was that of a young couple. The man’s apperence gave away the fact that he was a sailor. He appeared to be a little gruff looking but not to the point where a woman would be repulsed since he had good looks. I think the best way to describe it may have been well built and large. The woman appeared to be a noble. She was wearing an older dress that looked rather expensive and well made. I could tell that this was the sort of couple that would not be seperated unless death took one of them away from the other. They were far too happy to have let anything other than that get in the way. As we both looked at it David said “I’ve a feeling this woman is Illarpé. The real question is where is she now?” Not being able to resist another joke I said “Hey are you sure it’s not the guy?” David at this point could not take anymore comments along those lines and said to me “Have you looked at the room?! And what the hell is with you and those suggestions?! IT’S DISTURBING!!!” I’m sure he knew I was kidding but rather than push it I let him carry on.

“Anyway the odd thing is I seem to be the one without a room.” Suddenly an idea hit me and I motioned for him to come with me. As we walked up onto the main deck the cool night air hit us in both in the face. Reaching for the door to the captain’s cabin I told him “I just had a pretty good hunch as to where it is.” Judging from the reaction I was right. I hadn’t yet had the chance to look in since I was still looking at David. “All I really had to do was remember the name of the ship. So how’s it feel to know that you now carry a title with you?” As he got over the shock of it David nodded a little bit and said seemingly to himself “Captain David Horizon of the Endless Horizon.....” I was about to comment on that when I suddenly heard a small noise and felt an odd presence behind me. On instinct I knew what to do. Pulling out my blade with my left hand and my dagger with the other I turned ready to face whatever threat it was if any.

“WHO’S THERE?!”
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I’ll be leaving things off there. Oh and just so there is no confusion the odd presence is Illarpé. No more stalling Brandy-chan. GET TO IT AND STOP PLAYING ESPN NFL 2K5!!!!!

 

[WolfinOutlawAsi]

~~~Illarpé~~~
I am but nothing, for the whisper of the wind...

"Hes not here........."

I gazed sadly at the two men, neither of them were....him.... They seemed startled, but I was not scary. It was a mistake me coming here....seeing the ship I thought he had come back but...he wasnt here. Now theres no way off, the water, the dark cold water was all around me. The water screamed of death, and I dared not go near it. Not again...

"Who....who are you?" One of the men asked in a wary voice. I sighed, like the faint sound of the wind rustling through the sails of the magnificent ship. I silently drifted away. "Illarpé....but what does it matter? Hes not here......" One of them stepped towards me and reached out a hand, trying to touch me. "Wait....whos not here?" he said, concern in his voice.
The pain swelled within me again, and I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Him...my love...he left me and went on a ship....he promised hed come back. But where is he? Where on the unfriendly seas does he wait for me?"
"Hey guys who are you talki...ng....to....?" A girl came up on deck and stopped in her tracks. "Its her....so I wasnt imagining it!" I started to become nervous....I was on board a ship with strangers and none were my love. I felt so lonely...but perhaps I would find him somewhere on this journey. Maybe....maybe somewhere hes waiting for me...
Maybe I could come to him instead....
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Short one, but thats because Illarpé tends to be single minded lol Feel free to discover her and ask some questions, she might know more than she seems to ^-~

 

[pokemasterfrank]

Oh man, I really enjoyed writing this post, for some reason

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Stephen Cook
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Was…was this what was a possession felt like? My body felt cold and hard. The chills that had run down my spine had vanished, disappearing as the numbness overtook my flesh. I felt my own presence retreat—possibly in fear, of this frigid darkness. I knew what I had to do. I had to escape. I had to flee. However, it was too late, for my body was not mine. It would not move a muscle.

In my mind’s eye, I could see myself, paralyzed in the darkness. A being slowly emerged from the shadows. It seemed to reach through the ground, as if the floor of my consciousness was some sort of swamp ooze. The intruder made its way closer to me, dragging its feet as if it had no energy to lift them.

The mind ooze dripped from its body, falling back to place on the ground, sending vibrations everywhere. The being began to gasp out something unintelligible in a creepy voice, reawakening the chills in my spine. The spirit placed its hands on my face, pulling it forward. It leaned forward, closer to my ear, and whispered one phrase.

“You…are no longer needed…”

I placed my pen down and rubbed my eyes. The darkness of the space below deck wasn’t quite suited for reading and writing, but I didn’t mind. It was quiet and peaceful. No one was down here. I could relax. I closed my notebook and gave a sigh of relief. Writing always calmed me down. Writing was a way I could…vent my emotions or stress. I suppose it let me focus on other things.

I rolled over and stared upward at the solo flame lighting the room. The fire danced on the wooden stick, happy with its lonesome self—no other flame to accompany it. Suddenly, something hit me. I was like the flame. The flame burned contently alone, no other flame along with it. However, the flame was still dependent on other things. The flame still needed the air and wood for fuel. Like the flame, I still needed people. I still needed to engage with other people, no matter how content I was being alone.

Why was I such an ass in front of people? I could barely apologize vocally to others—much less hold a conversation of any length. I put my all into that apology to that girl, but as soon as I finished, I decided to turn around and walk off. I turned and walked! I didn’t stop and politely wait for her reply. I just turned as if I didn’t care. Why did I have to be such a chicken? Was I afraid that she’d refuse my apology? Did I think that if I didn’t give her a chance to refuse, she couldn’t?

I knew what had to be done. I had to take the initiative. I had to…mmm…mmm…ma…maak…make friends. I began to rise. I had to take this weakness and conquer it. The floorboards at the top of the steps creaked as if people were moving towards it. I had…to wait till tomorrow to start this wonderful idea. I decided to lie down all the way again, cowering in my little haven. The steps creaked as people descended towards me. I could hear the silent buzz of them talking, their excitement radiating in their tone. The flame flickered with the change in the room. The footsteps were getting closer. A swift kick and a thud.

“OW! What the heck is this?”

A girl, different from the other—though in the dim light, I couldn’t really tell—was holding onto my leg with a perturbed expression on her face. "Um…I…I’m sorry…that…um…is my foot…I…didn’t…mean…"

~*~*~*~*~*~​

“And that’s how you clean a fish.”

Feeling a bit of my lunch go up my throat, I took a big gulp, forcing it back down. I definitely wouldn’t be eating very much tonight. I looked around the room, everyone excited at their accomplishment, preparing their own dinner. Staring down at my own fish, I could only think of what I had that afternoon and how I wish it would stay where it belonged—in my stomach.

Luckily, thoughts of my experience with fish were broken by the violent slam of the kitchen door. I looked up to find a blond haired teen at the door. “You’ve all got to see this. We were exploring the passenger cabin and…well…just come!” He led us to a room in the passenger cabins. He began raving at how the room was made just for him.

I decided to drift away from the group and find my own way. I made my way to one of the doors, thinking ”This had to be mine.” I pressed my fingers on the hand-carved mahogany door, feeling the intricate design. I took a deep breath, turned the knob, and walked in.

The room was just as I imagined it—not too fancy, but not too simple at the same time. There was a bed with a night table beside it. A large carpet lay in the open space next to the writing desk. There were two lamps sitting on opposite sides of the desk, lit to illuminate my work. At the top of the desk, between the lamps, was a mount for ink and a pure white quill. Mounted on the wall, was a giant bookshelf, filled with books upon books, containing the most wonderful stories.

I sat down in the chair in front of the desk with a plop. Running my fingers over the fine leather, I couldn’t help but think this was heaven.

 

[Jaycia]

[Kira Danielson]

It was late.
After seeing – or perhaps imagining – the ghost on deck, I had gone back to my room. I had stayed there for a while, finding the shelves, to my delight, filled with books, exciting adventure stories. I was one of the few in my family who could read – my parents, being poor and having so many children, could not afford to send any child to school for more than a few years. But my elder brother, Davin, could read very well, and as a child, I had persuaded him to teach me, so I had learned too.
After a while I grew restless, as I often did when forced to stay in one place for too long, and so got up and wandered the whole ship. Some of the crew were in their cabins, others, too, were exploring.
Coming back to the hallway of cabins, I heard two boy’s voices. I recognized them as Jacen and David (already I was getting to know the crew well). I came up to them, asking “Hey guys, who are you talking….to…..?” My voice trailed off, and I stared, amazed. Standing in front of them was the same ghost I had seen earlier this evening. She looked up at me morosely, tears in her eyes.
“It’s her…so I wasn’t imagining it.” I whispered. I couldn’t believe it. But who was she? We had taken roll call several times and hadn’t found her on deck, and the crew roster didn’t show anyone else, except for…
Something clicked. “Illarpé?”
The ghost looked up, and nodded, almost imperceptibly. “He’s not here…is he?” Her voice was barely a whisper. I could hardly hear it.
“Who?”
“Her love, apparently,” said Jacen. “She was talking about him.”
“I don’t know, Illarpé. Um…what does he look like? I can help you find him, if he’s here.” But I wasn’t so sure. I knew all the people on board, and none of them seemed as though they could be her lover. Perhaps her lover was long since dead. She was a ghost, after all.
Illarpé shook her head, and walked away, looking around as though she were searching for him. Slowly, she faded away.
I turned to David and Jacen. “Who…what…is she? A ghost?”
David shrugged. “I guess. I don’t know, I only just saw her. But this is her room.”
I followed him inside, and gasped. Brought up in a poor fishing family, I had never seen anything half so fancy-looking. Expensive silk sheets covered the bed, and the mirror was rimmed with gold. Surely Illarpé had been extremely rich when she was alive. Assuming she was a ghost.
On a polished mahogany bedside table, I saw a picture of a sailor and a young woman, richly dressed. Looking at her face, I realized she was Illarpé – with an almost unrecognizably happy expression on her face. The two times I had seen her, she had looked so desolately sorrowful, it had made me feel depressed too. Here, standing beside her love, she looked as though she hadn’t a care in the world.
“Poor Illarpé… to have come from this, and look what she’s become now.”

 

[Dark Fire]

Mark set on the deck by himself thinking about the many things that have happened to him the past few hours. He had not imagined he'd ever be out in open seas, not to mention with people he had never seen in his life. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about how great this was. The people, although new to him were very friendly and made this bizzare trip more eventful then he had ever expected. Above he could hear Fallon flap his small, but mighty wings to keep up with the ship. Soon he had given up, it was far to windy to be flying, especially over seas. Slowly the small hawk descended down beside Mark, and then decided to perch on his shoulder.

"Nice night isn't it?" Mark asked, the bird just tilted it's head. "Well not the greatest, it is kinda chilly and I have no idea where I am." The bird loomed up of his shoulder and silently flew towards the sails, where it could spend the night. "Nice talking to you too." He sighed to himself.

All of a sudden the wind got a bit chillier making Mark's very bones shiver in cold and lonelyness. It seemed as if the very night was closing on him, the floor falling beneath his feet. He couldn't move, terror had seized his brain, his blood frozen, his legs numb with fear. He could hear a soft voice from behind him and in a brilliant flash he had been let loose. Gasping for air, he fumbled on the floor trying to hold onto something, something real. Took him a few minutes before he got his senses back.

"What was that?" He muttered. In his whole life he had never encountered such a feeling, and yet now sitting in the light of the moon and the stars he felt that the sensation he had just felt was not really there, it did not happen. Shaking his head he slowly got up, his left hand cycling through his knives, just in case something was out there. The steady beat of his footsteps drummed in his head like a never ending echo, he was alone on the deck as far as he could tell. He had decided to check the kitchen first, and that he did. He quietly made his way into the kitchen, opened the door and there it was; that same feeling, but this time he could see what had caused it. A white woman was standing in front of him and his blood once again froze, but this time, now that he could see her he did not fear.

"Who ... who are you?" He asked letting go of his knife, which hit the floor with a soft "clang". The woman was, as far as he could tell a ghost, but her eyes, her gaze seemed alive. Both dread and comapassion filled Mark's inside, and he was torn about this woman, he could not decide what to do.

"Him...my love...he left me and went on a ship ... he promised hed come back ... but where is he?" The woman spoke in her gentle voice.

"Where is who? Tell me, I might be able to help you." But she was not there anymore. He gasped. She was just there, and now ... well, she wasn't. Mark sat down on the table, exasperated by these past few minutes.

Mark was going to have a very uneasy sleep tonight, and by the looks of it a very uncomfterable one as well. In no time at all, he was asleep ... on the kitchen floor.

 

[Reyzadren]

Personal data, you can view this in the sign-ups too

Name: Ythrulances Centin Davis (not the same as the username)
Ythrulances is his family name, which you may refer him as. Centin is his given name, while Davis is his chosen name. So, calling him Yth would be fine.

Age: 21, born in year 1713 according to the story
Gender: Male

Appearance: White medlong hair with until at least the shoulders or shorter. Red eyes as if it is filled with vengance. Wearing some sort of a dark green uniform with a belt. Carrying 2 books on his left hand, while his right hand is free. His watch is also on his left hand. From his right hands, stretched down some black cloth from the sleeves as if torned but not. Wearing black shoes too. Yes, he is not really technically blur but he wears small squared-spectacles for style and for his sight. Oh yeah oh yeah, his uniform has some fur coat style in it too, but you can barely see it ^-^

Occupation/skills: Known as a draft logger of sorts, a certified title given to only honourifically bestowed graduates from drafters and loggers. The amazing grasp to handle diaries and stationaries to utilize them to full potential, other than that, they could skim through books quickly. Other wise, he is currently fulfilling the quest of an etymologist, finding the diverse cultures and myths and their origin and roots. Sounds like a daunting task, but he chose this path from the etymologist progression. He has no skills what so ever, but, he learns other stuff quickly if he likes it and if it does not interfere with his...

Personality: He is short tempered and easily angered. Though, that is a bad quality for a draft logger, as they should remain stoned. In fact, he tries to stay sturdy, but his friendliness drives him away often. He is often complicated with emotions, but he is rather simple to understand once you get close to him.

History: Yth comes from a generation that comes to this island long time ago, therefore, his religions and beliefs might be different, but he is still human nonetheless. His family is always neutral about him, and gives him support. Has an elder brother that enjoys the masteries of swordplay and has a younger sister that just adores the art of persuasion. He has the belief of the 3 affinities (a simplified english translation of what it seems to be), that leads to even more beliefs. A brief detail about the 3 affinities is that people are divided into 3 main big categories, you have no reason nor power to change that and it is based on family so it is passed down, but wait, what if the parents have different affinities? Then, the children will have the same affinity amongst each other but have a different affinity from the parent. Since Yth's mother is Akya affinitied and his father is Guiron affinitied, that means that he is Rukne affinitied. It is believed that Rukne affinities are mostly hard to grind, but does it apply to Yth? Only the story knows...

Weapon: Hmm, it seems that he favors speed above everything else, so his weapon is most likely a dagger. But it doesn't seem that he could bring a dagger around with that kind of suite. Strange, but yeah, a dagger.

Tools: About his suite and belt, he could fit a beaker into it. To some people it is the most ovbious things, but for others, it seems as if nothing was on his waist, because it was hidden under his clothes. It is pair of beaker, that contains 2 several solutions. Rather, one looks like a suspension instead of a solution. Wonder what these do, not to mention, there are other small things he brought along too, like a penknife ( :O ) on his left waist and his belt holds something, y'know, the metallic buckler, but it is still weird, towards what he was carrying. But rest assured, he does not do violence nor anything extreme

What about the ship drew you to it?: As a pre-requiste for the etymology yearly assessment, looks like the ship drew him an answer sheet and he walked through it.

Worst fear: Fear, of himself. Fear, of lost. What does this mean? He fears himself, or some other side of him, probably a dark side, that he seems not to be fond with. Or what if it was just imagination. He likes being alone, but he fears of lost. Being lost, with no sound, nothingness...

Other: Well, this should be an extension to skills, but I feel that it fits in this category. Anyway, Yth has healing abilities but he does not know he has them, healing in a sense that is not powerful that he could revive someone but probably hasten the pain of a small single wound. He also learns some weak magic, but it is only for his defensive or enhancements, so you won't see him use storm gust or such spells, cause he doesn't know those spells. He is strong in spirit and doesn't really care about emotions. His history/past will be revealed slowly in each progressing chapter of the story, if possible. But, he has sometimes a stench of arrogance auraing around him, be watchful, he is not your average mage, in fact, he isn't even a mage lol XD

Unlocks: =None of Yth's secret has been unlocked so far=



Ythrulances Centin Davis
Who cares not, as the line passes by


The school bells have rung. Many students and scholars of all sorts of knowledge walked, and some of whistled too, out of their classrooms. As a professor was stunned by this while he was teaching, he was the professor for Yth's class.

"Right class. Let me just remind you, that you are given a task as a pre-requiste for your assessment test. Remember? You all have to gather information about the newest rumours and myths you've heard and report back within 2 months. During that period, you may also study for the examination if you wish to."

For that, it was Yth's duty to find myths at sea. Sure, it was a daunting task, but Yth thought that he could manage it, as other myth categories such as forests, mountains and even ravines are taken. In fact, his younger sister is taking the ravine myth path which is shocking to the staff because normally, no one dares to enter it.


Yth passed through a corridor and stood at the door. Looks like a female professor with tied purple hair and white clothes is headed for his sister.

"Misses Greint. I'm ready for my evaluation. My name is Ythrulances Valkyrie Venera, reporting to duty."

"Oh, that's alright. Don't be so casual. It starts tommorow, not today."

"Ok then Profesor Greint. I will present to you my powers tommorow and then you'll give the task?"

"Of course I will. Until then, good luck tommorow because I may not be your examiner."

"Sure thing, professor," and Yth's sister walked out of the library.

"Oh hi brother Centin. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to check on you. So I heard, you have been practising healing lately haven't you?"

"Yes of course brother. But I can't do it. Everytime I try to heal something, it always fail. Everytime I try to cure something, it gets worse. I'm a failure."

"No you're not sis"

"Yes I am bro. I can't even aid someone else in need. All my friends in the supporter branch are even able to surpass me now."

"Listen, sis. Who do you know in this school can ever cast magical spells at high speed? Who do you know that can cast them and has the ability to counter, reflect or backfire one spell. Who can top those with analysing catalysts, purification and their contents. Who is it then that can master the arts of illusion, or at least the art of reverse and restructure? You. You can do all this with a breeze while others just struggle at even 2 components."

"But, healing is supposed to be easy. I can see someone younger than me and still able to surpass me in this."

"Can they cast magic spells then? No, you are far superior than you are suppose to be, at least at your age."

"You think so?"

"I even think that you are one of the most hard-working students here as you are in the library here all-day. None I know would, and as far as I know they would just rather be like elder brother Vigre and have fun on the field."

"Yeah, elder brother Vigre is nothing to us right?"

"Told ya. Elder brother can never stand a chance against us."

"I so even wonder why is he our elder brother in the first place."

"Well, don't tell him that I told you that. Or he'll just slay my neck when I'm asleep tonight."

"Sure, it's a deal."

"Felling better sis?"

"Yes, much better. Thanks for your support, brother."

"Now, I have to hurry. Rumors say that there is a ship in town. Probably he can bring me to see for my etymology test."

"You can do it bro. I must be off now to the ravine to practise my healings," and off goes Yth's sister into the backdoor of the school.


Yth walked down the school stairs one flight at a time. He knew that Valk could handle herself well enough being a multi-versal progressed sage. After waving with her, Yth continued to walk down and began to walk towards the port, which his school was near to it anyway.

It was mid day back then as he was walking in through the port. Mostly all hawkers and vendors knew that he was too arrogant for him to handle, though he thinks he is not. Therefore, for the past few days, he has not been able to find a boat or least a pirate that could spare him their time to take him to ocean. Why is that? Not that people feared him, but because they do not seem to like his quiet and calm-scary attitude all the time. He looks still and emotionless as he walks through halfway of the port.

"Heya", Yth's brother, Ythrulances Vigreweat Iverus touched Yth's shoulder. As to no excuse, Yth does not want to reply any of his brother's words. His brother is the kind of person who exaggerates over everything and make words spread like crazy.


"Where is sis?", asked Vigreweat.

"Ravine", as sturdy as Yth is, he never wants to talk to his elder brother. To be honest, he only talks to his sister at most, and rarely, if never, willing to talk to his elder brother. Reasons are unknown. As so much as Yth's elder brother spoke, Yth tried his best to ignore every single word from him and just continued to walk.

"So um, hey, I met a beautiful girl today. What's her name again? Oh ya, Yardly. She is Vulhsere's younger sister. I didn't know that she was his brother until I saw her in the family photo and biography in her school. She was so kind. Say, do you think she likes flowers? Oh yeah, about that, I think me and her with make an interesting duo. See, she learns healing and..."

"Stop, I heard enough," Vigre's words were interupted by Yth.

"What is younger bro? Are you jealous?" Vigre then scrubbed his fist on Yth's hair.

"First of all, don't do that to my hair. Second, no, I am not jealous. Three, of all people that spread rumors, don't you not know about sister Valk having a difficulty about clerics, heals and whatnots. I beg to differ but you're utterly rude at some point."

"See bro, that's your problem. You think that my fist is dirty which is not. A little sand or dirt won't matter. And doing that to my younger brother is completely fine. I've seen other people doing this to other people. Do they answer like you? No. People could say you are...arrogant."

"Arrogant never!" It crossed in his mind that maybe that's the reason why he could not get a ship and most people are ignoring him even more.

"Heh, not me of course. I could never imagine my brother being arrogant. That's so wrong. Anyway, back to Yardly, do you think..."

"Y'know what? If you were someone else, I think I would've just killed you already, which I can. Stop saying things about yourself. Think about others."

"I am thinking about others. You are the one who's selfish trying to protect our sister when she is fine alone. So, what do you want we to to talk about?"

"None."

"Brother, you are so boring."

"So be it. Among all 3 of us, you are the only one who islanded sister and I both and learnt swords. Then when I went to learn defense magic, you learnt axes. Then, when sis went to magic class, you learnt lances. You never ever want to be together with us."

"That's the point. To win in battle, you have to be versatile. In fact, me and sis can hold a monster on our own. Weapons and magic rule, I don't think we ever need 'defense' magic..."

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!", and then Yth casted a spell. It was a quick spell and it seems less than a second that took him before it was launched. Branches of ice appeared from the ground and veined toward to his brother and begin freezing him his feet.

"Hey, don't get so worked-up. It was just a joke."

"Joke? No, to be victorious, you must be serious. So I believe you are joking. When you 'joke', you lose attention and you become a target for people. That defies you law and it's not just being defensing that helps. It's about doing the unexpected. You are but just a regular swordsman or knight that make up 80% of the world. How can that be, unique or even versatile?"

"Hey, chill out. I already said, and you already admit that I was joking. So let me go, pu-lease?"

"No, you can use your sword to break it anyway. Isn't that what your sword behind your back is for?"

"Oh yeah, you are right brother. I forgot." Yth sighed, and his brother chomped away the ice with his sword.

"We're both cool now?", Yth just kept quiet.

"I accept that as a yes. Heh, brothers...", Vigre friend-elbowed Yth.

"I told you not to do that."

"Do what? Oh that. Can't help it bro."


As they both are walking. His brother stops at a local fish store and tried to haggle with the shopkeeper about fish prices.

"Just buy the fish at the original price for goodness sake. It's not that expensive," said Yth.

"Hey you arrogant. I heard about you from the locals and you have no right over your brother about what he do," said the shopkeeper

"Oh, so you are saying that you would rather be haggled and gain less cash?"

"In this case, yes. Here young lad. Half the price."

"Oh really. Thanks. I really needed this as a gift for my soon-to-be girlfriend."

"Hmph, and you, Arrogant, are not allowed in my shop. Period."

"Fine, don't blame me if your sales gone rotten." They both left the stand and heads closer to the dock.

"Thanks bro, now I got fishes half-the-price. You are great. By the way, have you heard? I saw a ship at the docks. Pretty fascinating, huh? Guess what? With my sword I shall rule divininition on the docks, and plus, don't you have the etymology assessment test? Why don't we visit it? ... ... Hey, answer me. What's in your mind? I got to know. Are you going? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

For a moment, it crossed into Yth's mind and he patted his brother.
"Y'know what? I think this is the most brilliant idea my big brother ever come across. Let's shall to the docks. Like duh, of course I'm going to the docks. Why else would I walk here when nobody even like me for?"

"I thought so. Hey, wait up. I'm with you," said his brother and they moved their minds to the docks. Like always, Vigreweat is always full of energy, and he knew that his mid brother could've at least shown some energy, but he does not. Yth slowly walked to the docks.

"Hmm, so this is the ship that you presume?"

"Yes, in fact, it looked like a beaut and may've contain beautiful women inside." As always his elder brother was a flirt, but to no extent was he immoral.

"Hmm, doesn't look too normal for me."

"I thought you liked something that's unique."

"Uniqueness bring hazard, bro. See something odd, and be fearful of it."

"RAWR, I'm brave"

"Ugh", Yth slapped his forehead for having such a brother.

"I think that this ship will bring me closer to the test. It's marvelous text enriched with it's colour. I must see the the owner of this ship. And then, I'll..."

With that, Vigre interrupted his brother and pushed him on purpose onto the ship, "Haha, got ya. Hurry on, go first. Come on, show some energy, I'll be with you in a sec. Alright, I'm gonna jump, watch me."

Before Yth notices anything else, he was already on the ship, looking back, he saw nothing but the endless waves from the sea, not even his brother. He looked onto the ship, there was no one. He walked and examined it, and say the guest book. In his mind, he wondered who are those people? Why are they all written all in this book. Is this his brother's pranks? He thinks not, and his spine begins to shiver.

But he heard voises. He thought that there might be other beings on this board. By the word beings, he assume it could've been fierce humans, gnomes, goblins, devils, demons or other creatures of sorts. He was a little afraid, but he managed to calm down and thus, he sat on the edge of the ship, waiting for a chance to attack. Meanwhile, he reads the 2 books he brought with him. One was blue and the other was red.


It was the evening, going to night, he was not starving, but at least a little hungy. He saw the guest book on the table, reading his name. That's it, he knew it was his brother's pranks. But what about it, this ship looks awkwardly high classed for his brother to pull off.

He then heard some people talk. One sounds like they were washing something, the the other, as if they were having dinner. At that, he avoided dinner at all costs, for someone that came in to the ship that late, he does not wish to attend to anymore mischief and he could've been mailed as the party pooper, if done so.

He tried to slowly walk steathly into one of rooms. He almost went into the kitchen but he heard some voises, so he avoiding doing that. But as he was semi-lost, he found a girl wandering around, saying "he's not here, he's not here". That girl looked at here and suddenly said, "you...what...why....". Hearing that, Yth was feeling strange and he rushed off to a room and attempts to lock the door.

Realived that no one was in there, he slowly searched for the room key which was in one of the drawers. But, what did he found was a traditional flute, seemingly he learnt history as a pre-requiste, he knew that this flute does not originate from this area. Someone else, has to be here that was not from this vacinity.

Then, he also found a compass and a shreded piece of one map on another draw. The compass was normal that's pointing to the north, but the map, he couldn't decipher a thing. It was dusty, moulded and almost as if it were going to be disintegrate with just one more touch. He put the map back into the drawers, but he took the compass with him, and fitted it into one of his pocket.

As he reached for the third drawer, he found three keys bound up. One key looked like a regular door key, one was more golden, and one has more fancy shapes but a bit blurred by colour. Yth used the regular and locked his door. Finally, he can get away from the releaseness of tension and he can relax from outsiders.

The room of course was filled with books. Crammed with them. He enjoyed the room, but none of the knowledges really fascinated him. He searched the shelves for a book, and he found one. He sat down and read it. That book is about the ingenious sea herbs found all over at sea. He really wonder if the next morning he could slip out of the ship and grab some herbs that are stated likewise.

He began to stare something different beside the bed out of sheer boredom. With that suddenly his face became pale, and noticed that someone already claimed this bed. But who was it? Suddenly, a knock one the door was heard and some voises.

"Knock, knock. My room, is locked?"
"Ah, what rooms we had."
"Of course, I even got my heaven, er, room, wish I could stay here forever"
"Don't you guys ever worry about why we're on this ship?"
"Why not? Big deal, we're not going to die here anyway"
"No ghosts?"
"I don't think so, we'll work as a team"
"So I heard, ghosts are afraid of people when they're alone and when we're in packs?"
"Yes!!!", screamed by many voises
"Hmm, good night. Nice meeting all of you"
"Sure did, it was fun."
"Fun, yeah right~"
"Huh, my door, it's locked"
"Whatever, just pull the door knob, hehe"
"Hey, open the door."
"Oh come on, let me help. Ya, this door is locked"
"Anyone here a locksmith?"

Hearing that word and not approchable as he is, he slowly unlocked the door and tries to cope up with situation. And it was...

Guess what? I'll let anyone into that door to continue the RP. I shall leave my fate into thy hands now (one of the many excuses because I'm out of ideas, or just plain lazy XP)
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I am very sorry for people who have read my post. I've edited it quite many times, such as adding more backgrounds containing my family, and now I've recently added Illarpe into the story, not to mention, I also corrected a few sentences to fit newly added details. But the beginning and ending of it are still the same, don't worry about it. Apologies written anyway.

 

[WolfinOutlawAsi]

Sorry everyone, I was kinda hoping JT would get around to posting in the 22 days that no one has posted anything. But he hasnt obviously so Im giving him an ultimatum---He has a week to decide whether or not he wants to post, otherwise hes getting left behind. Its not fair to keep everyone waiting on him like this. In exactly a week from here, if he hasnt posted, I will post to move the RPG to the next day and the first adventure. Please look forward to it!
~Asi

 

[Jaycia]

Asi - It's been around 2 weeks, we should just keep going.

I don't mean to rush you or anything if you're busy, really. ;-) I just don't want this rpg to die, like so many others I've been in.