In the beginning, there was the Light. Both everything and nothing, it passed into being at first as a trickle and then as a gush and then finally a roar, of spirit and of substance – fire and water, earth and sky – writing the history of time.
We were there when the world began…we saw the birth of everything tangible – of everything that was real in the sense of the word – and we rejoiced, celebrating an end to our eternal despair and loneliness.
But that was not how it was meant to be. The Light – whose purity had blinded our naive, hopeful eyes – brought with it death, pain, suffering, greed…forcing life to turn in on itself, destroying the world and the creatures upon it in a blaze of hate, sadness and anger.
And for a while then, there was the Darkness. It shrouded the world, intangible and ubiquitous, shielding our eyes from everything that we’d known and loved. For the first time in our history of being, we were blind. Blind to the knowledge we had previously taken for granted. As time passed, our omnipotence faded and we became lost – scared and confused among the black heavens in which we had lived our whole existence – suddenly uncertain of our previously defined future.
And so we waited. Some of us left, retreating to the farthest reaches in the hope to find something more. Some of us died, letting their misery and hopelessness claim their hearts and souls, and the great star-eagles grew fat upon their corpses. But the rest of us stayed, that faint glimmer of hope left just enough to sustain us as we dreamt of a time when our nightmare would end.
We were not wrong.
We were there when the world began…we saw the birth of everything tangible – of everything that was real in the sense of the word – and we rejoiced, celebrating an end to our eternal despair and loneliness.
But that was not how it was meant to be. The Light – whose purity had blinded our naive, hopeful eyes – brought with it death, pain, suffering, greed…forcing life to turn in on itself, destroying the world and the creatures upon it in a blaze of hate, sadness and anger.
And for a while then, there was the Darkness. It shrouded the world, intangible and ubiquitous, shielding our eyes from everything that we’d known and loved. For the first time in our history of being, we were blind. Blind to the knowledge we had previously taken for granted. As time passed, our omnipotence faded and we became lost – scared and confused among the black heavens in which we had lived our whole existence – suddenly uncertain of our previously defined future.
And so we waited. Some of us left, retreating to the farthest reaches in the hope to find something more. Some of us died, letting their misery and hopelessness claim their hearts and souls, and the great star-eagles grew fat upon their corpses. But the rest of us stayed, that faint glimmer of hope left just enough to sustain us as we dreamt of a time when our nightmare would end.
We were not wrong.
Ok, dudes and dudettes. The concept I'm trying to go with is an almost fantasy/futuristic theme with a few original ideas.
The world which the 'Darkness' has shrouded is known as Nanurriel and the beings narrating are called the Nemhe. They are a previously immortal species living in the Nothing, forced to have limited lives due to the 'Darkness' preventing their omnipotence (almost like a God figure becoming mortal). The 'Light' is represented by a woman called Illianora who wanders Nanurriel in search of those willing to help her regain the world for the Nemhe. The 'Darkness' is represented by Illianora's twin, Ikarus, who reigns on Nanurriel, manipulating the darkness for his own ends.
The last hope for the Nemhe is a small group of them who have developed the ability to create corporeal forms; these Nemhe do not know the nature of their true form but see themselves as the mortals they live with. These few need to travel the world - each with a respective power - to remove the 'Darkness' and thus restore the 'Light', helping their species - and the mortals - to survive.
Ok, so your profile would go as follows:
Name: [obvious]
Apparent Age: [Nemhe are immortal so actual age is insignificant]
Corporeal Form: [i.e. elf, human, faery, nymph, centaur, sentient animal (note: not a shifter)]
Appearence: [please no pictures: your description shows your writing skills off]
Personality: [self-explanatory]
Nanurriel History: [your life so far on Nanurriel]
Weapons/Magic: [to be fair, I'm only allowing one branch of magic for each character; weapons can be as many as necessary, but be realistic: your character has to carry it with them all the time]
I'll play Ikarus and Illianora (I'll post a profile a bit later) and if this gets enough interest, we'll start asap!
It was very cinematic when I pictured it in my head, so hopefully you got that version too, lol. Brilliant profile; I'll wait a few more days for others to join and then we'll get started regardless.
