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So here's my entry :)
Name: Cara, Female
Age: about 20
Any magic: to be decided... depends on what I think of while writing my intro-post haha but probably yes, usually I have a fire kind of thing going on.
Description: Cara is of about 1.75 m tall, brown curly hair that reaches just over her shoulders, green eyes, average physique (with average I mean something like 65 kilo's) and just normal not so tanned but not a Bella Swan pale skin. She's a fiery personality and can sometimes overreact just a tiny bit. She is stubborn to the end but accepts help when she sees that it is the only option.
Role in society: Daughter of a merchant
O yes, a warning before I post: I have a soft spot for cliches, so if your not into those... I am sorry...
Name: Cara, Female
Age: about 20
Any magic: to be decided... depends on what I think of while writing my intro-post haha but probably yes, usually I have a fire kind of thing going on.
Description: Cara is of about 1.75 m tall, brown curly hair that reaches just over her shoulders, green eyes, average physique (with average I mean something like 65 kilo's) and just normal not so tanned but not a Bella Swan pale skin. She's a fiery personality and can sometimes overreact just a tiny bit. She is stubborn to the end but accepts help when she sees that it is the only option.
Role in society: Daughter of a merchant
O yes, a warning before I post: I have a soft spot for cliches, so if your not into those... I am sorry...
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Name:Benjamin, Male
Age:22
Any magic:Yes, probably with the ability to work with the elements.
Description: Handsome. Tall. Dark hair, cut just a little below the ears. Light amber eyes. Strong and lean.
Personality: Brave, selfless, really smart, and will do anything he has to in order to carry out justice.
Role in society: Knight.
Cara
The wind pushed the ship onward with a speed that would make every normal human feel sick to the stomach. That was how Cara felt at that point. Staring down at the water, leaning a little over the ship’s side, she stood, trying not to retch for the second time in the last five minutes.
“There’s still a little there, sweetheart.” Her father said, not sounding all that sorry for her. He was right actually, it was quit pitiful that she was still seasick after all the trips she had made with her father, crossing oceans again and again. It was probably her mother’s fault, or at least that was what Cara wanted to believe. Her mother never went on those voyages with her husband and daughter, always coming up with the same excuse about minding the shop because nobody else would when she was absent. Complete bullocks of course, there were enough people who could do whatever it was that her mother was doing in the time they were away. But her father had long ago accepted the fate that his wife would never, ever, set foot on a ship and so the matter was never spoken about.
Though she hated the journey to and from a place, Cara always went with her father. She always had this butterfly feeling in her stomach whenever her father asked her to come with him because, she had that from her father, she always felt the urge to discover and visit unknown places. Of course nine out of ten times they went to places they had already been to about a thousand times but every time there was something new to discover. However this time, she wasn’t filled with the sadness of going back home. This time she longed for the safety of the house she grew up in. For the warmth of the hearth, the softness of her covers and pillow, the calming embrace of her mother. This time, things had not ended all too well and even though her father tried not to show his own uncertainty, he failed miserably at it. There was always a haunted look in his eyes whenever he got back from visiting the cargo in the haul of the ship, always this glint of madness in his eyes. She feared this was effecting him now more than it ever would have. For some reason, the man who had sold him this particular piece had touched him deeply.
“I know. Thank you for pointing out that I am still covered with what was previously in my stomach.” Cara growled back, afterwards she quickly grabbed the handkerchief he held out to her and swiped away the foul stuff on her face.
“Much better.” Her father chuckled. Affectionately he gave her a spoiled her hair and walked away, whistling his favourite tune. Cara shook her hand and caught the captain of the ship grinning widely at her.
“You should go below decks, miss Cara. The sea will probably roughen more now that we’re reaching land.”
Cara nodded in agreement and moved, though not really that subtly, towards the ladder that would lead to her room below decks.
After nearly falling from the ladder, which had earned her a hearty laugh from some of the sailors, she finally reached her small room on the ship and she firmly closed the door behind her. It wasn’t much but enough and she was already grateful that she had her own four walls that she didn’t have to share with anyone or anything but her clothes and possessions she had bought when visiting Zeleny.
She slowly le herself down on her bed and sighed, staring up to the ceiling, following the footsteps of the men on the deck. It was a soothing sound, strange as it was the sound was simply so monotonous, that she fell asleep.
Not long after that, a shout woke her, a blow rang in her ears and everything was in complete chaos.
The wind pushed the ship onward with a speed that would make every normal human feel sick to the stomach. That was how Cara felt at that point. Staring down at the water, leaning a little over the ship’s side, she stood, trying not to retch for the second time in the last five minutes.
“There’s still a little there, sweetheart.” Her father said, not sounding all that sorry for her. He was right actually, it was quit pitiful that she was still seasick after all the trips she had made with her father, crossing oceans again and again. It was probably her mother’s fault, or at least that was what Cara wanted to believe. Her mother never went on those voyages with her husband and daughter, always coming up with the same excuse about minding the shop because nobody else would when she was absent. Complete bullocks of course, there were enough people who could do whatever it was that her mother was doing in the time they were away. But her father had long ago accepted the fate that his wife would never, ever, set foot on a ship and so the matter was never spoken about.
Though she hated the journey to and from a place, Cara always went with her father. She always had this butterfly feeling in her stomach whenever her father asked her to come with him because, she had that from her father, she always felt the urge to discover and visit unknown places. Of course nine out of ten times they went to places they had already been to about a thousand times but every time there was something new to discover. However this time, she wasn’t filled with the sadness of going back home. This time she longed for the safety of the house she grew up in. For the warmth of the hearth, the softness of her covers and pillow, the calming embrace of her mother. This time, things had not ended all too well and even though her father tried not to show his own uncertainty, he failed miserably at it. There was always a haunted look in his eyes whenever he got back from visiting the cargo in the haul of the ship, always this glint of madness in his eyes. She feared this was effecting him now more than it ever would have. For some reason, the man who had sold him this particular piece had touched him deeply.
“I know. Thank you for pointing out that I am still covered with what was previously in my stomach.” Cara growled back, afterwards she quickly grabbed the handkerchief he held out to her and swiped away the foul stuff on her face.
“Much better.” Her father chuckled. Affectionately he gave her a spoiled her hair and walked away, whistling his favourite tune. Cara shook her hand and caught the captain of the ship grinning widely at her.
“You should go below decks, miss Cara. The sea will probably roughen more now that we’re reaching land.”
Cara nodded in agreement and moved, though not really that subtly, towards the ladder that would lead to her room below decks.
After nearly falling from the ladder, which had earned her a hearty laugh from some of the sailors, she finally reached her small room on the ship and she firmly closed the door behind her. It wasn’t much but enough and she was already grateful that she had her own four walls that she didn’t have to share with anyone or anything but her clothes and possessions she had bought when visiting Zeleny.
She slowly le herself down on her bed and sighed, staring up to the ceiling, following the footsteps of the men on the deck. It was a soothing sound, strange as it was the sound was simply so monotonous, that she fell asleep.
Not long after that, a shout woke her, a blow rang in her ears and everything was in complete chaos.
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it's okay, good luck! try to save it in word next time? I do that all the time :)
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"Was there something you needed, captain?" Benjamin asked, trying in vain not to sound inpatient. He had been on this ship far longer then he would have liked. Benjamin was also starting to get a little anxious. He had to get back to the kingdom and report what he had observed in Zeleny.
Before it was to late. He added silently in his head.
"Yes, lord Benjamin. We have almost made it to shore...er... You told me to tell you when we where close." The Captain added the last part as if I might have forgotten. "Yes, yes, I did." I reply hurriedly. "Thank you Captain for letting me know." Benjamin was just about to shut the door when the Captain lifted his calloused hand, worn by years of sailing, in a motion that conveyed he needed Benjamin to wait. "I also wanted to ask..." The Captain cleared his throat. Looking rather nervous. "...er...how is the Queen?" The Captain finally said in a rush.
The Queen has been sick for quite awhile now. But little over a week ago someone from out side the castle found out and the word had spread like wild fire. "She is fine." Benjamin lied. He and most of the castles knights have been searching for a cure to her illness. For months now they have searched sea and land. And for months now they have found nothing. "Until now." Benjamin said quietly under his breath. Chastising himself for not thinking positively. "What?" The Captain asked. Benjamin had forgotten he was still standing there. "Oh, nothing... The Queen is fine." Benjamin repeated to the Captain as he shut the door. Then again to himself as the door was shut, forcing those words to become true.
After what felt like hours, but Benjamin was sure had only been minutes. He decided that he could pass the rest of this voyage by sleeping. He needed the rest anyway. He walked over to the cot, and laid his head down on the soft pillow, and just as he was closing his eyes. A loud bang filled the air. The boat tipped at such a point, the dagger he had set down on the desk minutes ago, slid off and flew to the other side of the room. Hitting the wall and falling to the floor. Benjamin jumped to his feet. Getting into a fighting stance, as if whatever had caused the boat to tip would storm through the door at any second now. Feeling silly, Benjamin stood up straight and told himself, It was probably just a big wave that had hit the ship.
But when Benjamin heard the other passengers on the ship running and making there way up to the ships deck, Benjamin grabbed the dagger from the floor, and opened his door. Chaos! That's the only word for what he was seeing. Everyone on the ship was pushing and fighting either to go up the ladder or come down. Sailors where yelling things about a monster. A monster?
Benjamin used his strong muscles and lean frame, to work his way towards the ladder. Once there, he started to gracefully climb up. Thanks to years of painfully training to become a knight, he made it up the ladder in record time. As he stood on the ships deck. Panic quickly taking over his shock. He stood in ankle deep waters. The boat was still rocking to hard to be natural. The men where falling and running around, clearly terrified. The water was crashing over the ships railing. People where screaming. And Benjamin sat there as these things unfolded. Then he saw the Captain leaning over the railings edge, and the spell wore off. Benjamin made his way over to the Captain or at least 'tried' to make his way over to the Captain. The force of the water knocked even him, down several times. Not to mention the wind whipped the salty sea water into his eyes, making it harder and harder to see where he was going. Finally he reached the railing. Relived he was still holding his dagger, Benjamin turned to the Captain and yelled above the crashing waves, and the howling wind. "WHAT IS GOING ON?" The Captain turned his head slowly to Benjamin. When his face was finally turned close enough to see. Benjamin's eyes widened and he had to stop himself from gasping. The Captain's face was so pale it was almost white.
Before he could ask the Captain again what was wrong, the old sailor pointed out towards the dark stormy waters. Benjamin looked away from the Captains shell shocked face, and concentrated on the ocean. He saw nothing. He looked back to the Captain, confused. But the captain just stood there holding the ships railing with one hand, as the other still pointed to the sea. Benjamin decided to take one more look. Be faced the ocean, leaning slightly over the ships edge, scanning the waters with his eyes. Benjamin saw...Nothing.
Wait...What was that..? Benjamin looked closer. Their it was again. A small movement under the waters. If you weren't looking hard enough, you would miss it in a blink of an eye. Then the small thing started to get bigger, the closer it swam to the ship. Before Benjamin could warn the others, the large thing hit the boat with such force. The whole ship nearly turned itself over. Benjamin hanged, suspended, holding onto the ships railing with only one hand as he watched other men who couldn't grab the railing and who weren't so lucky, fall into the dark murky waters.
The boat finally righted itself, falling back to where it's suppose to be. Benjamin gasped. His left arm hurt from holding the railing wrong. He went to fix his hand position, when a thunderous wail pierced the air. A monster slowly raised from the water. First its head, crowned with thorns. Then its torso, covered with scales as sharp as a knife, and as thin as a piece of grass. The rest of it looked like it was put together wrong. One arm had claws at the end, the other was almost like it had a flipper. The monster was disgusting and complicated, but above that it was also...Terrifying. Benjamin in all his life had never seen anything like this. Then the Monster screamed again. Benjamin covered his ears, trying to block out the terrible sound.
The monster reached out with its one arm, toward the ships deck. Benjamin saw, a little to late, what the creature was reaching for. A man who is gripping a girls hand. Benjamin stood, stunned, as the monster grabbed the man and ripped him from his daughters hand. "NO!" The girls cry filled the air. "NO! YOU CAN"T HAVE HIM." The girl kept yelling. Then right before Benjamin's eyes the girl ran and jumped onto the monsters hand, while her father yelled, "CARA, NO!" Benjamin watched as this girl 'Cara' stubbornly, struggled, to help her father escape the beast.
Benjamin was awed. He'd never seen a girl, show so much courage. He decided to take a page out of her book, and pull some of his courage out too. He raised his dagger, and ran to the monster, determined to save the beautiful, courageous, stubborn girl, and her father.
P.S. Sorry! This isn't really that good. But I thought it would work for now. Sorry it took me so long to post a new RP comment. Its now 1:00am here and I have been writing for three hours so I'm going to bed now. Good night!
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