Arrosith

Arrosith

Your parents take off on a trip and leave you with a 'grandmother' whom you've never met before. Too bad she ends up sacrificing you to her books, and you get hurled into an old english world called Arrosith. (Remake of Harosith) (Full)

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Introduction

Introduction

You look out of the cold car window with a bored face. As you watch the rain patter the window of your old car, you whine to your over-joyed parents as they talk about their 'big trip' that they are going on and how they'll get away from you. They are also babbling on about how you are going to have a blast at your grandparent's house. And of course, you roll your eyes when they look away. "Ya right, in your dreams. I will never have fun there." You rest your head against the window, the cold air seeping into your skull, and continue to watch the snow. After a little while, you slowly drift off into an ongoing sleep. Two hours later you hear the excited voice of your annoying mom saying: "Honey we're here! Time to meet your grandma!" You look up and see your smiling mom, who has way too much makeup on as always, and glare. You say: " Yeah, yeah, whatever mom." She replies back, "Oh honey-bun! Don't be mad at us, you're going to have a swell time here." You tumble your way out of the car and mumble angry words. You then head to the trunk of the car and get your suitcase, laptop, fluffy pillow, and anything else you decided to take along. Your dad then decides to come over with a grin on his face. "There's my little kiddy! I have good news! No internet!" You look up at him with a calm face, a fake smile plastered to your lips and innocent eyes before proceeding to say: "I. HATE .YOU." He just smiles, shrugging it off and says: "This is a chance for you to get to know your family better and learn our history!" You stomp off and walk up your 'grandmother's' driveway, just to see the biggest house you have ever laid eyes on in your life. You drop all of your stuff on the drive-way in shock, and look up with awe. You hear a door open and close, and turn your attention to said door as the creepiest old woman in the world, with long gray hair and icy blue eyes, saying: "Come in, come in! We have much to talk about!" You are ushered in, and the door closes behind you.

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The Catch


This "family member" is not actually related to you (big shocker). It's just an incredibly creepy old women who sent six unfortunate families free vacations and places for their children to stay. Why your parents lied to you? Maybe it had something to do with the old lady brainwashing them so that the kids could be more 'comfortable' at her house. But, her purpose is to give a sacrifice to six magical books that she has worshiped all of her life. So the reason for the really big house is so it can hold all of the sacrifices in it. The parents are given a month long vacation.
The books flash you into a different world called Harosith. And that world contains all sorts of magical creatures and humans. The time era within Arrosith is going to be featured around the Medieval Era.

And quite apparently, your arrival has been prophesized.

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Information + Plot

This is a remake of the roleplay Harosith, which sadly died before it even really started. So I've decided to remake it (because the GM never responded and nothing was really able to be done).

~A long time ago, Arrosith and Earth had a faint link. The Holy Ones were the all-powerful guardians of the land. They kept the land in check and alive. One day, a horrible evil rose up in the form of an ancient magician who had previously been sealed by the First Ruler had escaped, seeking revenge. He had bided his time, becoming more and more powerful. This great power was far too much for the Holy Ones themselves, and they had to be preserved in order to keep their own world existing. After seeking help from the First Ruler (who by this time was on the verge of death) they worked out a new idea. He decided to preserve each individual in another form to protect them from this great evil. Though the seventh Holy One refused to be severed, and had then disappeared without a trace and no one knows where he has been since. However, as a fail-safe, the First Ruler made the severed halves into that of actual Books, and Sacrifice Books at that. This way, if anything went wrong, six Chosen would be able to be sacrificed. Their massive power and great wells of knowledge were sealed into the Sacrifice Books, and were sent over to Earth to be carefully tended to by an old woman, protected by ancient magics in order to become keeper for however long it would take. And these books were taken to Earth, carefully tended to by an old woman and protected. The man, having seen that the powers he desired had been taken and sealed off somewhere, as well as the Holy Ones going into hiding, he had lost his guard, and the First Ruler took this as his chance. Sacrificing himself, he drained all the powers from the evil and sealed him off once more. However, in doing so, he had severed the link between the two worlds, and the Holy Ones lost their Sacrifice Books, thus rendering most of their powers drained.

The Holy ones still retain their powers, just not as strong as they once were.


1) Arrosith is ruled by the Holy Books. They are the Arrosith versions of the six the Chosen are going to be sacrificed to. The books of Harosith are the Holy Books, and the ones on Earth are the Sacrifice Books. The Holy Books and the Sacrifice Books are linked.

2) The Holy Books (which will be humanoid, by the way), have been in charge for centuries. In the very first, there was only one ruler: one who was extremely skilled in the arts of magic. However, he grew old in his age, and he decided to create predecessors to rule after him and become guardians of the basics of life.
There used to be seven, however, one refused to give up his powers, and has since then been missing.

3) Remember that seventh Holy One who refused to be contained? Well, he's now on the evil side, and plans to use the Six Holy Ones in order to take over the world of Arrosith. However, he must wait for the Six Chosen to come to the world so that they may come to full power. He needs this power in order for things to work out. He does not know of the prophecy. He comes out of hiding, signaling the start of the Old Prophecy, meaning the Chosen will be sacrificed soon.

4) The old lady will send the six Chosen to Harosith using the power of the Sacrifice Books, and during the send through process there will be a malfunction with the sacrificing (Curse you old lady!) and the Sacrifice books will actually be split between the Holy Ones and the Chosen Ones. However, it was also a sort of blessing to the Chosen Ones for sacrificing themselves. The knowledge will return to the Holy Ones. The powers will be split in half, one portion going to the Holy Ones, the other going to that Chosen One who used their book. The Holy Ones are more powerful when they are with their Chosen. They are searching for someone who can take the powers from the Chosen Ones and transfer it back into the Holy Ones. They are racing against the Seventh so that they can band together and overcome him.

5) The ages of the Holy Ones MAY vary. Let it be clear that by the time they start to remember things again will be about their age. (Most of their knowledge WAS stored away in the Sacrifice Books.)

6) Only the Holy ones have a book form, which they can not control at all.

The Chosen are just kids who are sacrificed into the books, and then they get transported into Arrosith, basically holding the books. The creatures and humans in Arrosith are such a wide assortment of different things. Some have ears and tails, others have fangs, etc. Hope this clears up any further confusion or questions.

Roles

The six chosen ones:

The Kind One~ Taken by Dziva. She is loving and caring to all around herself; her power is wind.
The Funny One~ Taken by MixingMusicWithMagic. He can make up a joke out of just about anything; his power is shape shifting.
The Cruel One~ Taken by A u t o. He is badass and mean but he does have a soft spot; his power is darkness.
The Gentle One~ Taken by The_Rebel. She is nice and gentle but she can be mean; her power is turning invisible as well as healing.
The Silent One~ Taken by The_Fallen_Ones. She barely ever speaks to anyone; her power is light.
The Loud One~ Taken by Pieluver. He can never stop talking; his power is sonic screech.

The Holy Books:
If you are one of these, then please put up your specified Volume book picture in your bio. (Check the OOC for the pictures)

Overseer of Death:: Taken by FaithsAngel
Overseer of Dreams:: Taken by HereMeNow
Overseer of Water:: Taken by Slcam
Overseer of Time:: Taken by Tsukiakari
Overseer of Life:: Taken by FinalHope
Overseer of Nature:: Taken by Skwidge

The Seventh Holy Book:: Taken by ErgentSeth

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Character Form: The Chosen

Name:
Age: 16-18
Gender:
Appearance: (Anime please and have a description of anything that isn't shown in the pic.)
Personality/history:(mix these two together, at least 7 sentences)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Role: (the loud one ect.....)
Theme song:(optional)
Other:

Character Form: The Holy Books
Name:
Age: (they are extremely old)
Appearance: (may have some... inhuman... traits)
Personality/History:
Affinity: (how does it show itself)
How do the people know you? (the tyrant? the merciful leader? corrupt?)
Theme Song:
Other:
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Rules

1] Follow the usual roleplay gateway rules.

2] Please be kind in the OOC to others, I would really rather not have too much fighting within it. You may do so in PM if absolutely necessary, otherwise I will try to settle any disputes.

3] If you simply abandon your character, I will private message you twice as warnings. By the third time, I will simply kick your character.

4] Romance is encouraged, however any sexual scenes must be moved into a private message, otherwise, just simply skip over to the end!

5] Please keep OOC knowledge out of IC knowledge!

6] For posting size, please no shorter than at least two good sized paragraphs; other than that, I expect the size to meet the demands of the situation. Also, correct grammar is a must have! Sure, mistakes are okay, but really, this is a literate roleplay!

7] Swearing shall be allowed, but if you go way too far with it (i.e. every other sentence) there will be consequences.

8] Anime pictures are highly highly recommended!

9] If you read the rules, please put: 'Juxtapose' somewhere in your bio!

10] Reservations will last 2-3 days! But please, try to get it in as soon as you can!

11] We want to keep this roleplay as active as possible, so do your best. Also, if you can't post, please let me know in the OOC.

12] Obviously no godmodding or marysues or anything as such.

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Suddenly, a scratch sounded, and the darkness reeled backwards as a match was struck and a candle was lit. An eerie creaking sounded, a hunched shadow cast against the wall from the candle's glow. Withered feet shuffled up the stairs and across the floor, the hand reaching out and coming to a rest on a door handle.

The old woman's hand tensed and shook before the doorknob was twisted and the door came open. She then reached out her hand, and flicked on the light switch. Now the whole room which she had entered was bathed in a dim light, bookcases lined the walls and were set up along the floor. Now, the woman shifted along, the floor creaking softly underneath her frail body. I shall.... have... to fix the... house up.... before they come.... Agatha thought to herself softly, her eyes dull but ever so keen no matter what her actual age was.

She turned a corner behind a bookcase, and came to a wide-spread desk. Candles which were situated along the wall licked to life as the woman passed by them, casting a beautiful but extremely mysterious illumination. There was a thick bookshelf on either side of this desk, and books were lined up side by side, exactly 12 inches away from each other with a tiny ridge separating them.

The woman flashed an incredibly creepy smile to herself, waving her hands over the desk, her eyelids closing as she mumbled nonsense under her breath. Blue dust shook down gently from the candles and alighted onto each book, renewing their covers and bindings. Agatha clasped her hands together and smiled once again, turning and hobbling out of the room. At the door, however, she paused, pulling out a square of yarn with knitting needles attached. Mumbling once more, she began to twist the needles beside each other, hooking the yarn and releasing. A small rope was formed, and she mumbled just a tad bit louder, the yarn fastening itself at the doorway, setting a trap for anyone who might decide to go snooping.

However, before she could fully finish with her safeguarding, a honk sounded from outside. The woman's eyes flashed open, and she swore under her breath, quickly sending a mumble to fix up the walls and lighting, as well as flooring to make it look presentable on the inside. She then quickly hobbled down the stairs and came to the front door after a small while, her eyes flashing quietly as she opened the door. Now just to get the little objects into their rooms and settled before dinner starts.

She heaved the doors opened, and peered down at the driveway, seeing the first car arrive.

They would all probably come at different times, but she would send them the same message; "Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell."

""And then, the door closes behind you as you enter the mansion.""

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Character Portrait: Mark K.

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Mark leaned back in the leather seat of his parents truck and let out a sigh, leaning his head on the window and watching as bushes an trees blazed by. Glancing over at his parents in the front of the truck he listened to their conversation.

"I can't wait to see the beach. Oh, and I heard they have a casino and a huuuge dining area on the boat as well." Hi mother said to his father as she looked over at him from the passenger seat. "What I want to do when we get their is stuff my face at the buffet. Then maybe do some miniature golf while you can go ahead and go swimming in the pool or something." His father said, making his mother laugh. "All you ever want to do when we go places is eat. Why don't we do something together while we are their too rather than just go around separately doing what we want." His father glanced over at his mother for a moment and smiled, then quickly looked back at the road. "Oh trust me we'll have plenty of time alone back at our suite...did you bring that lingerie you just bought?" His father said with a soft, seductive tone in which his mother responded with a sweet smirk. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see won't you?"

"Hey hey, I'd prefer you talk about that when I'm not in the car." Mark said with a laugh but meant it seriously. He'd rather not listen to his parents go on and on about their vacation while he was going to be stuck at some relatives house whom he'd never even met before. "You can sweet talk each other after I'm gone." His mother let out a laugh and looked back at him. "Sorry Mark, I forgot you were in the care for a moment!"

"Oh, he's seventeen I'm sure he knows what we are talking about. Right Mark? Haven't you got yourself a girl to talk about lingerie with?"

His fathers word caused a small blush to creep itself across Mark's face and he quickly shook his head. "What of course not and I wouldn't talk about that stuff anyway!" He blurted out nervously, then looked back out the truck window again and sighed. "Please stop talking now..." he murmured, wanting to change the subject. Why is my dad such a weirdo.. he thought to himself, just now realizing that the truck had come to a stop out front of a huge mansion that almost looked as if it had been deserted. Somebody actually lives here? The truck door opened and his mother held out the strap to his duffel bag to him. He stepped out and took the bag from her and she leaned in and gave him a hug before getting back into the passenger seat of the truck. "See you soon!" his father said. "Be careful!" his mother said just afterward, then the truck pulled away.

quick goodbye. He thought to himself, throwing the strap to his bag over his shoulder and approaching the front door. He barely had to knock at all when it opened up for him and and old woman stood in front of him.

"Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell." the old woman said and Mark gave a small wave and a smile. "Alright, uhm, I'll just head upstairs then." He said and began to make his way upstairs, wondering if maybe that was the maid or something. The introduction was a bit quick and he hadn't even told her his name, but he would get to that later. Right now he just wanted to get to his room, unpack, and eat some dinner.

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Character Portrait: Rai Hill

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The radio was up very loud. Two young adults at the the back of the car, speaking in low voices to one another. One had an old laptop propped on his lap, one hand splayed across the back to keep the screen up. The laptop had lost its integrity long ago, but it still managed to hold a five hour charge. The younger looking one, a girl, had a book in her hands, and often pointed out things to her older brother. The parents, in the front, looked solemn, but they did exchange words every so often over the blare of radio. The petite woman had a map in her hands, and the tall gangly man was focused on the road, his speckles slid down to the end of his nose.

And there was a third child in the back of the car, the youngest boy. He sat next to the window, his head leaning on the glass. His face was faintly gaunt, it wasn't immediately obvious that whole family wasn't getting enough to eat but for the blonde boy's features.

There was a pen between his fingers, it was an incandescent purple, not his, and he was skating it over a piece of recycled paper, gratifying the grey-brown surface with streaks of bright sparkly purple. As he drew he spoke, and spoke, and spoke. Which was why the radio was so loud. Taylor swift's voice wailed, covering the sound of his unimportant babbling.

"Yesterday I saw this girl walking out in the park with her mother..."

I'll be the prince and...

"There were like eight of them in all different colors...."

love story, baby just say

"and I picked it up off the ground. She still had some of them clenched in her fist..."

Cause we were both young when I first saw you!

"Just the red one, the green one, and the purple one. So I just grabbed the purple one. She didn't notice when she came back to the bench though. It writes real well though, I like it. Shame I didn't get the blue one though. Blues a much better color. it's the color of the sky and the water, and a whole bunch of other things too. Really, it's a nice color. And it's cool, so it's easy on the eyes, and its relaxing. It feels nice to relax..."

Rai managed to fill up the entire space of time between one song and the next with his words. His family wasn't listening, but he didn't seem to notice. Perhaps he was used to it.

They pulled up to the house that, unbeknownst to them, another family had just dropped their son off at not fifteen minutes before. Rai was ejected from the car with little ceremony, but again, he didn't seem to notice. He continued talking to himself about the merits of blue as his family issued half-hearted goodbyes and drove off, turning off the radio and reveling in the blessed silence.

Rai paused for a moment, his red dufflebag, it was only half full, clenched in one fist, and tilted his head back to look at the house. Jeeze. It was sure in a sorry state.

"You don't look to good, Mr. House." He informed it. "But you're really big. Who lives in you? A lot of people? I hope so. But anyway, don't worry, I'll keep you company Mr. House, I can distract you from how worn down you look." The blonde smiled at the building before making his way towards it.

He only had time to pat the side of the house comfortingly a few times, advising it about a few different remedies for being an old house. The door opening made him jump. He'd been so involved in his talking that he hadn't been thinking.

"Hi." He said to the woman who opened the door. But she didn't seem to inclined to talk. It didn't stop him from talking to her though, after she issued her orders about what to do. He asked a few myriad questions about the house and dinner, but he didn't seem to expect any answer, as he continued talking with little break between words.

"Wow this house looks so much better on the inside!" He said, his gaunt face breaking into a grin. "Mr. House, I'm glad you look good on the inside. That's what counts." He patted the railing as he began to climb the stairs. "Maybe we can fix you up on the outside maybe. Then you'd be just like me! Well. Except for the part about being a house. But you know what I mean don't you, Mr. House?"

Rai still didn't seem very fazed about anything, he was in his element speaking to the house. He didn't mind that he'd just been dumped here with little more than a single word in farewell. He didn't seem to mind that he only had a quarter of a duffel bag full of possessions to help him get through this stay. Wait, how long was he even supposed to stay here? Rai didn't know, but he shrugged it off. he was on a high right now, he could talk to his heart's content, and as long as he could do that he was happy. Mostly.

His eyes did look rather wet though, as if his body knew more about what was going on than his mind did. He did manage to find his room though, making a very loud racket as he sought it out through the sheer volume of words he was expelling. Mr. House was a wonderful companion.

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Kerri sat in the back seat, silent as always. She was simply watching the scenery flash by as her mother drove while following her father's directions. She had learned about this mysterious grandmother just last week. The same time that they got the notification that they won the contest their hospital had put on. They hadn't remembered entering one but the letter said that they had simply been entered automatically. They were excited about having a trip to themselves and, while she was pleased for them, she was also scared. Her parents would have never before left her with someone who she did not know, or even know of. Yet now they were about to drop her off. She looked down to the large sketch pad in her lap and doodled absently. It was there for her to write messages on and also for whatever she wanted it for. How would this relative take her being mute? How would they communicate effectively? It was always something that worried her when she met new people. The movement of the car soothed her and she let her eyes droop shut.

"Honey, we're here. Are you okay?" Kerri blinked and looked up at her mother who smiled down at her. She smiled back and nodded. Her mother straightened up out of the door to let her get out of the car. "You're father has already taken your bags out of the trunk. You know the number of our hotel right? Just in case?" She nodded again as she clutched her sketch pad to her chest. Her mom gave her a quick hug before getting back into the passenger seat. Kerri went to the trunk where her father was waiting with her bags. She had a rolling luggage and a duffel bag. Before she picked up the duffel bag her dad reached up and stroked her hair gently.

"I know your mom has asked you but...you have the number yes?" With a small smile she nodded again. He held the back of her head and dropped a kiss onto her forehead. "Your a strong girl and extremely likable, you would be fine." She looked down so she wouldn't cry and grabbed her bags - her duffel she swung over her shoulder and her free hand took the extended handle of the rolling luggage. He went back to the drivers seat and they waved at her as they drove away.

After a few minutes she worked up the nerve to stop staring at the now empty road and turned towards the mansion where her supposed relative lived. It was large but not in the best of shape it seemed. Understandable if she was the only one living there. Cautiously she went to the door and rang the doorbell. An old woman answer and spoke to her quickly. "Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell." Kerri blinked but the woman was already gone. How was she supposed to find her room in this huge place? She walked inside and closed to door quietly behind her. Well..she had best get looking.

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Character Portrait: Chioko Kaida

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The sounds of crickets chirping echoed quietly within the hall, the large glass windows allowing the moon's light to filter down and highlight their design. There was a nervous voice also disturbing the otherwise peaceful and interesting air of the area. A hooting of an owl sounded, and someone's head tilted to the side, their right ear moving just slightly, almost as if they could hear the flutter of the majestic bird descending onto a branch, or even the silent plick of a feather being dislodged and the wind carrying it slightly off course as it drifted down harmlessly towards the earth.

A slender hand propped up a slightly sharp chin, brown waves seemingly cascading past the figure's cheek bones, as if it were the babbling water of a brook, or the smooth current of a gentle breeze. Even if this figure's hair was technically unkempt. There was a faint and pleasing aroma, splashes of gentle red and faint peach, as well as whitish-grey and purple stood out from the gentle brown; flowers of several different kinds, worked into this silhouette's hair.

There were two windows, both large, behind the fem's chair. The moon here too was allowed to seep into the room, washing the entire area with its eerie yet beautiful faint pulses- just like the stars who accompanied it. Yellow-gold eyes, slightly luminescent against the dark lighting of the night, gazed about the room before coming to rest on the woman before her. Her lips were set in a bored fashion, and she blinked listlessly, having absolutely no desire to be here and listen to this young lady drone on about the needs of her hold. The girl picked at a loose thread on her ashen and dull khaki shirt. "As I was saying, my lady, the building needs to be reinforced, and all the gardeners are slacking off in their...." Yes yes, blah blah blah. Indeed, yes, of course. Honestly, I don't care about this building or the bloody nincompoops you call gardeners. Honestly, it's demeaning to have such things in my presence! The fem thought to herself irritably, though keeping her face set in that same fashion.

A bell gently chimed, gradually becoming a bit louder after thirty second intervals. But by the first, her head shot up from her hand, her eyes both contracting and narrowing. She looked about the room, from left to right, then arcing around the entire perimeter and area. T-those sounds. C-could it be? She immediately got up, dark grey flowing behind her as she descended from the steps, her dressings shuffling down before falling to the next step until she reached the bottom. The girl frowned, picking it up and merely tearing the extra fabric off. "M-my lady?" The woman called as soon as she got up. And then she had the audacity to try again, as if she was deaf! "M-my l- what are you doing!? Don't tear that!" She scolded, rushing over to her from her stand.

The fem merely ignored her, her head tilted to the side which caused her hair to drift loosely off her shoulders. She blinked before suddenly rushing off and out into the main corridors, her maid open-mouthed and speechless. "Chi-" but that was all she heard before she disappeared from earshot and sight, rushing outside. Her bare feet hit the soft grass, and this allowed a very tiny smile to play at her lips before she heard the bell once more.

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The sun had just set, the moon hovering just over the horizon. A tall woman, Mizuko Shizue, stood before a window, looking out on the calm sea. It was peaceful for now, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore could easily be heard. Suddenly another woman quickly approached and she started quickly speaking. Mizuko's light brown hair slowly lifted as if floating in a still pool of water. Abruptly she turned, walking quickly through the wide hallway and down the wide stair, the woman following behind was almost running to keep up with her, still speaking at an alarming rate. Mizuko spoke over her shoulder to the fast-speaking woman, a couple others joining their party as they made their way to another hallway. After a moment, the fast- speaking woman turned and ran the other direction after hearing Mizuko's response. This was repeated with the others as more came to walk with the group, quickly speaking with the tall woman then just as quickly departing after hearing a response.

Finally after walking most of the main hallways of the large keep, the last of her followers ran off. Mizuko sighed with relief. This was how most of her days went, walking around being barraged by questions. She was much better off with running everything smoothly than when she first had this responsibility though. It was funny how several centuries could do that. She used to always feel so swamped. She could completely understand why some of the other books had just disappeared or run away. She sighed again, settling on a small bench snugly fitted in an alcove in the wall. It was only a matter of time until somebody else came and asked another question about something.

Just as she finished this thought, a young woman came quickly walking down the hall, looking in the different alcoves and calling out, Shizue-sama? Mizuko stood, surprising the young woman who almost tripped over her own feet. Mizuko nearly smiled. How entertaining, she said internally, saying out loud, "What is it?" She turned and began walking down the hall, the young woman quickly explaining her question. Suddenly Mizuko felt a strong pulling that seemed to reverberate throughout her entire being. Mizuko abruptly stopped, the young woman crashed into her and fell to the floor. Mizuko took no notice, her hair again beginning to float around her. Again she felt a pull. This time she could feel a direction to the pull. "If that is happening, it must mean..." her sentence abruptly stopped as she turned to the young woman who had just gotten to her feet and was brushing herself off. "Go speak with Harita, child, and let her know she is in charge until I return. I should be back before sunrise."

She turned and quickly strode across the hall, pressing a decorative brick which opened a hidden door. She disappeared through the door and it slid shut after her, the pulling drawing her on.

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Character Portrait: Olivia Beckett

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Olivia quietly stared out of the window of the moving car, concentrated completely on her own thoughts. Her iPod silencing all sound of the outside world, she let her mind drift, thinking about what might be in store for her at this mysterious relative's house. Her father drove their car well past the speed limit as they hurried along, eager to leave their only daughter stuck in some old person home. Olivia was itching to get out her violin and play, she just wanted to forget where she was going.

The car bounced along the road until it pulled to a stop in front of an enormous, old house. Olivia was intrigued by the building. It had it's own beauty for a house that looked to be so old, but that wasn't what was strange. Olivia had a feeling that she wasn't going to have the same boring old summer she'd been expecting, but she shook it off immediately, feeling silly. She grabbed her bags from the trunk and turned to say goodbye.

"Mom, who is this relative i'm staying with again?"
"She's from your father's side, sweety. Did you remember everything? Cell phone and toothbrush?"
"Yes, mom. I remembered."
"Good. Now behave yourself!"

Her mother kissed her on the cheek and returned to her seat in the car. Mr. Beckett waved to his daughter as they sped away, so focused on their trip that they'd left without checking if anyone was even home. Olivia sighed and approached the door, setting her bags down, she was unsure of what she was supposed to expect. She knocked hard, able to hear the echoes of in reverberating in the house. A few moments later the door swung open and an old woman was there to great her. She forced a smile and was about to introduce herself when they woman spoke first.

"Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell."
"Alright. Let me just grab my bags..." murmured Olivia.

She bent down to grab them, but as she looked back up she realized that the woman had gone. She wandered upstairs looking for the bedroom the woman had mentioned. Not wanting to disturb anyone Olivia didn't open any of the doors, but the hallway seemed to be filled with an endless amount of rooms. She found an open door on the right about midway down the hallway that was empty of any belongings. Assuming it was her room, she dropped her bags and collapsed on the bed, wondering how the day could get any stranger.

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"Did you remember to get your credit card, dear?" "Yes." "What about our plane tickets?" "Yes." This back-and-forth conversation went on between the two adults for awhile as the mother of the family looked over her checklist for the third time. She was often known to be like this, very shaky and a bit paranoid when it comes to big trips that require a lot of planning and organization. The father, however, didn't seem to be nearly as concerned with every little detail as his wife was.

"Bevan, honey, do you still have that piece of paper with the number to our hotel and all the emergency numbers?" A a few seconds it was completely silent in the vehicle as the woman awaited and answer from her oldest son. "Bevan?" More silence. The aqua-haired boy had his head leaning against the cool glass of the window, his half-lidded eyes watching the scenery roll by. He couldn't be bothered to turn off his music for a moment to hear what his mother had said. A sharp jab in his rib cage made him jolt away from the window, one hand covering the offended area as he pulled one of his ear buds out. He glared at the younger boy next to him who had hit him, before turning his attention to his parent.

"Yeah?" Bevan muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Do you still have all the contact numbers I gave y-" "Mhm." The older woman gave him a gentle smile, though it was obvious that she was a bit irritated at his bad manners. Bevan, however, was more than a little irritated at the moment. Why did he have to stay with some dumb relative he'd never met before while his little brother got to go on vacation with his parents? Surely he was old enough by now to stay home alone for a few days. He knew that being old enough wasn't the problem, though. If he were left with full rule over what he did, then he'd either invite a bunch of friends over and wreck the house or go out with a bunch of friends and wreck public property. It didn't help that he'd already ticked his parents off for the week because his friends had broken his little brother's bicycle.

"Alright, we're here!" Bevan was brought back to reality by his dad's announcement, as well as the car jerking to a stop. He looked back out the window at the large, old house before them. It looked like no one had lived there in decades. It didn't help that there was an over-all eerie feeling about the place. "C'mon, we don't have all day, you know." The young boy sighed as his father's demanding tone and nodded, shoving his door open and going around to the trunk. He'd only packed one large suitcase that contained everything he thought he'd need. Much to his mother's despair, he refused to pack another one with extras of everything. While he was reckless, he was decent at keeping all of his stuff together and didn't think he'd lose anything too quickly.

Once he had his bag out and the trunk shut again, his mother got out of the car and stepped around it, wrapping her small arms around the much taller boy. "Be safe, okay, honey? Your grannie should keep you in line just fine. At least, I hope she will. Don't forget to brush your teeth after every meal, alright?" Bevan rolled his eyes, nodding. He made a face when his mother stood up on her tip-toes to give him a peck on the cheek before she returned to the car.

Bevan didn't even stop to wave as the car drove away. He quickly turned on his heel and walked up to the door, pulling his suitcase behind him. As he lifted a hand to knock on the door, it opened, startling him a bit. "Um... hi." He said, putting on a very uncomfortable smile as he looked down at the elderly woman in front of him.

"Hello, deary. Please please, come in. I'm sure you'll be able to find your room easily. Please stay there until dinner; listen for the bell." He nodded and stepped inside, relieved that the inside of the house was much nicer than the outside. After only a few seconds he turned back to ask exactly where his room was, but was surprised to see that the woman who had answered the door was gone.

"Damn old people and their creepy disappearing acts..." Bevan mumbled, tugging his suitcase roughly behind him as he started up the stairs. The woman had been right, though-- it only took him a minute or so before he found a guest room that looked like it had been cleaned up recently. He shut the door behind himself rather roughly, shoving his suitcase aside and going to sit on the ede of the bed closest to the window. There wasn't much to see, though. Mostly the tops of trees and the sun making its way down the sky. After a moment, Bevan felt his stomach rumble and he groaned. Dinner definitely couldn't come any quicker.

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From atop of a tall mountain lay a small, one room, buddhist-styled temple. It was a cloudy day, overcast. Blankets of white fog cover the long fall below, a few pebbles descend the great cliff as a tall man walks by, an intricate black eyepatch with a spherical orb latched over it, acting as a sort of pseudo eyeball. It glares slightly in the cloudy weather, blinking once more as the clouds start to darken. The man was tall, wearing a black overcoat, with his dark, silvery highlighted hair rise slightly with the cold breeze. It was freezing but he didn't care, he couldn't feel the discomfort of the chill nipping at his nose. The man keeps his hands in his pockets, He sighs breathing in the evening air, gazing blankly at the scenery ahead of him. A small bird flies below diving into the the white fog.

Soon enough he turns around and head back into his small temple. Inside the interior was just filled with bookshelves, with a table and two small pillows on other side in the middle of the room. Resting on the table was a broken picture frame, the picture inside it distorted because of the broken glass of the frame. He didn't dare fix it. As he walked in, he takes off his overcoat hanging it by a small coat hanger. He takes three books from a shelf, all of the books, including the ones in the bookshelves still, all identical. The same cover, the same material, and even the same author: Renatou du Saru'dene. He swiftly started to skim and write on the paper of each book.

He came outside that moment because he had thought he heard an odd song, he had heard it from the outside of his temple, a sort of call. He was sure of it, there was a sound, something that called to his attention. But no… he felt something more, something purely euphoric and happy, as well as cries of misery, and the chanting of anger. For him to feel all this was not only terrifying (yet ANOTHER useless emotion), but also surprising. His emotions were gone a very long time ago, and yet for them to come back at a random time, this was no coincidence. . There IS a reason for this dilemma, and he was sure that it was time. Quickly after writing into all three of his books, he gets his overcoat and puts it on. He takes a glance at the room, going past the table in the middle going for the centermost bookshelf, going for the centermost book. This book was different from the others, albeit slightly bigger, it was an important to his needs. The last object that he gets is a long katana in its hanging over the middle bookshelf. He takes one last look at the place before turning around and heading outside. The man goes by the edge of the mountain looking down, as emotionless as the mountain itself. He jumps, descending down into the blanket of clouds, a slight whistle of wind being heard as he falls through.

It was time to for him to make his move.

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The circular room was dimly lit by two black candles held in golden candle holders set into the wall on opposite sides of the room. The room was quite large, about 140 ft around. On the far right side of the room is a wooden writing desk with an ink bottle and a few pieces of blank paper sitting on its surface. Next to it is a tall, wooden book shelve. Only the two middle shelves are filled with leather-bound folders filled with papers that have been written on front and back. In the back of the room is an old, black piano with a light blanket of dust on its surface. The walls and ceiling of the room are completely covered with many shapes and sizes of mirrors, each one reflecting the light of the two lit candles, despite that they all also have a light layer of dust over their glass surfaces. On the left side of the room stands a rather long, wooden wardrobe with unique, undefined carvings around and on the surface of each of the six doors. A few feet from the wardrobe is a wooden staircase that goes around the wall, over the piano, and leads to an upper floor that surrounds the bottom one. In the center of the ceiling hangs a large chandelier made up of black, clear crystals that flicker now and then as it catches the light of the reflecting mirrors. Embedded into the walls of the upper floor are wooden bookshelves, only a few books on each of the shelves that haven't been red in years.

Below, in the center of the room, is a king-size bed draped in red silk curtains. Yume opens her eyes from another dreamless sleep and, pushing the silk curtain aside, steps down onto the wooden floor from her bed stacked with many different sized feathered pillows, but no blankets or covers. The moonlight shone through a large, balcony window on the wall opposite of the wall the piano stood, joining in with the reflected candle light among the mirrors. The Overseer of Dreams had slept once again through the day, which she had been doing often after allowing her servants to return to their homes for a break nearly a week ago. After opening one of the doors on her wardrobe, she clothed herself in a black dress and, opening a door nearly impossible to see due to the mirrors covering it, began to make her way down the stone staircase of the tower. If one were knew to this tower, it would be very easy to loose your footing and step off the edge due to the darkness, falling nearly 30 stories down before landing on the stone floor. But for one who has lived here for two many years to count, it was easy for Yume to know where each and every step was, despite the darkness. She passed a few doors as she got closer to the bottom of the tower where her maids and such would stay along with a door further up for her baiting room, the staircase now illuminated with candles in holders bolted to the stone walls of the tower. Once she reached the bottom, she walked across the stone floor and, unlocking it with a bronze key in which was attached to a silver chain around her neck, opened the large double doors to reveal a long, seemingly endless meadow.

Leaving the doors open, Yume walks down a path in which the grass has been cut while the surrounding grass about knee-high. She lets out a sigh, taking in the night air and sound of the breeze ruffling the grass, the full moon giving the grass an eerie glow. Something about this night felt strange to her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it and the thought puzzled her. As she walked on, the large tower became nothing but a silhouette in the distance and the grassy path grew to the same length as the rest of the field. There was nothing but the meadow all around. No other buildings in the distance or any trees. Just an endless meadow. Suddenly, little golden lights began to float up from the grass, almost light stars. Yume's eyes widened for a split second, then narrowed suspiciously. All around her were the floating lights, rising up into the night sky for quite a while before vanishing. She reached her arm out and softly took hold of one of the lights, the glow feeling soft and warm in her small hand. She gazed at it for a moment, the light reflecting off of her brownish-red eyes before she let it go and float up to the sky with the others. The lights continued to float up around her, the lights could even be seen in the distance.
"So it's begun." She whispers to herself, looking up into the sky as the lights finally started to disappear. "I suppose it is about time..Lets hope this isn't too much trouble."

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Mark set his duffel bag on the twin size bed of his room, which looked like it had just been cleaned recently being as there was no dust anywhere and it seemed rather empty other than his bed, a nightstand, a bookshelf that contained only a few books, and a little table on the far side of the room with a single chair. Everything looked super antique and he noticed when he set his bag down on the bed that the bed must've been a spring mattress. Do stores even make those anymore? He thought to himself, unzipping his bag and pulling out a pair of sneakers and setting them beside the bed. "How old is this place exactly?" He thought to himself out loud as he began to unpack. Since there didn't seem to be a dresser other than the little nightstand, he decided to sort out his folded clothes onto the bookshelf that was against the left side wall by the door. Seven shirts, four pairs of jeans and a pair of shorts, a couple or jackets, and then he kept his boxers and socks in his duffel bag along with his comb, toothbrush, ps3, and other little things he brought along.

He couldn't help but feel excited. It was such an old house and so large. Being the only one here would give him a chance to explore around. Though the old lady had asked him to stay in his room, his curiosity was begging him to go walk around. nooo you'd better give a good impression to this lady. You don't wanna seem like some trouble maker, He thought to himself, shaking his head and sitting himself down on the bed in which it responded with a small sheeeeek. "So old.." Mark mumbled to himself, turning over and crawling to the window above the bed. He looked out, just barely noticing a car pulling away from the house. "That's weird" He said to himself, pressing his forehead against the window but realized he was too far up to see the doorway. "Maybe one of the old lady's friends are over er' something?" He said to himself, blinking a couple of times before turning and leaning his back against the window. "This is seriously going to be a long night.."

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Come on guys =( Why no post? Is sad.

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(Still waiting on Fallen. X.X)

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Yeup. I think this died though ;c Sad face. I dunno if I wanna remake it again though.

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It's be a bummer having to start over from the beginning AGAIN.

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I know right? Because we have to get everyone again. xD I mean, all of our character people disappeared off the face of the earth.

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I took a while to make my second post ^^ but at least I posted. Kinda makes me sad that the rp died though. It's such an awesome plot. You think ppl migh tnotice if we keep talking like this o.O

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I definitely noticed lol. Why does this rp seem so doomed to fail? Maybe third time is the charm?

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I definitely noticed lol. Why does this rp seem so doomed to fail? Maybe third time is the charm? Gah! Why do I keep double posting everywhere??

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Hahaha. Glad you noticed. But we already lost our 'never shut up' character. So that kind of sucks. Maybe third time is a charm. I'll most definitely continue playing Yume. At least I won't have to retype my first post over again though.

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xD Haha, yes. But y'know, it'll be hard to get in to, because I'm in like three other big roleplays atm.

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Yea =( My roleplays haven't been working out so well. But I'm still making characters ^^

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SOMEONE NEEDS TO POST O.O

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I should be able to pot this week XD Extreme apology for taking so long! Anyway after I post maybe it'll get some peoples attention.

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LOL. xD Alright. Well, I just need to smack everyone's face with a glove to get them back to attention ewe

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I will be gone for a week starting this Saturday. I will be back the following one. I haven't abandoned this. If my character...Rai is needed somewhere, just move him there or pretend that someone knocked him out with a baseball bat because he wouldn't shut up or something. XD

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*Lurklurklurk*

Mr. ForeverAlone is waiting for the right moment.

Or missed the last Arrosith bus ride.

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Yop, getting on the pming rightt now. -facepalm- xD

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The sacrifices "MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHA" should prob post now since they haven't really done much progress.

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I's still here! ...lurking....

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You can post whenever. I'll message everyone -3-

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Is somebody going to post soon? Or should I just go ahead.

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-Derp- It's fine.

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"Lets hope this isn't too much trouble"

Yume just jinxed us all
Everything is her fault ><

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gahhhhhh!! >< Why do I have so much crap going onnn!!?

>< I promise I will post before tomorrow is over! Absolutely!!

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I'm so sorry I havent made it yet, I just got home from the hospital because my temp\ was deathly high, I will make it today I promise.

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Total fail with posting as Yume. I'll get it done today though

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^^ At least someone has already reserved it! That's good. Sucks that thy join and then leave though =(

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-Le growl- Aww! :U I'm sorry Tsui, I'll open up the position for someone. Just too bad.

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Little problem here, guys. My partner seems to have quit the RP and abandoned her character. Could someone adopt her so I can actually rp here? XD

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I should be able to post tomorrow as Yume k guys ^^

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I am so sorry guys,but I have too much going on right now to be in this RP. I with I could do something but so much crap is going on in my life right now. V.V