The Chronicles of Narnia (V2.0...)

[Shadowcat]

****... The whole title is not big enough to fit... Anyways... A Narnia RPG. So... Hope you guys like it. Sign-Up please...

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion’s Return, Revival of the White Witch & the Wardrobe of Mystery

A thousand years have passed in the Land of Narnia after Peter, Lucy, Susan and Edmund left Narnia; many things arose in the land of Narnia. But, a year has barely passed in the Human World. Now, the Year 2000 in Narnia, many different things have begun to appear in the Magical Land of Narnia. As World War Two was coming to a middle stage, you and a group of children were escorted to a private house in the heart of a mysterious forest. The lush green scenery was a change to the busy city of London. You all are now stepsiblings with different surnames, but who were your parents? Mr. And Mrs. Mitsuki are doctors and both had major accomplishments in their life. Both had invented a famous medicine, which was used to cure people from a deadly disease. Mr. Mitsuki had black hair, which covered one of his amber eyes. He wore the usual white lab coat over his blue-sleeved shirt and gray jeans. Mrs. Mitsuki had cerulean eyes and long brown hair, which was a little messy. She had a different outfit from Mr. Mitsuki, as she had her usual orange blouse and yellow skirt on with a lab-coat over her blouse. Both had welcomed you guys into their house in the woods. They said that it was much more peaceful living in the woods and there were many herbs there which they used in their medicine. Was it real, or was there something more to it? From what you heard from their step-daughter, Sapphire, the whole family usually left for the city during one of the weekends of a month to buy and stock up on groceries and tons of other stuff. You also heard from her that she was home schooled and was taught by her parents, or rather, your new parents. Your new stepsiblings had suggested exploring the place, and Sapphire decided to show you around the house.

But, in the Land of Narnia, the White Witch was resurrected, by the order of the hell court of Narnia, whom all members have given her approval to return to Narnia, for her to take over it. The White Witch’s return had caused the whole land to go into winter, for a hundred years. She had returned to Narnia a century ago, and the creatures dwelling in the Land of Narnia have been wondering about the queer weather. The Beavers, who had rushed to the two mountains after there were four months of winter, found the old, grand, empty palace of Narnia destroyed and replaced by the mysterious, snowy, icy castle of the White Witch. They quickly raced back to their homes, and the White Witch’s troop slowly gathered. The Beavers slowly spread the message to the many creatures of Narnia, calling them to quickly search for Aslan. A century had passed, and Aslan was nowhere to be found. The Beavers have been looking for the Great Horn of Narnia for a century and have finally found it. They quickly blew the Great Horn, summoning Lucy, Peter, Susan and Edmund. They quickly ventured into Narnia and joined the search for Aslan.

Now… As you are wandering in your new home in the forest with your new siblings, you and your stepsiblings venture around the house and find a mystery wardrobe in an unlocked room. Even Sapphire didn’t know about it, claiming that the room was always locked. One of you takes a risk and opens the door; all of you curiously step into the wardrobe. The wardrobe was filled with fur coats, leather coats and heaps of other coats made of many different materials were left lying in the wardrobe.

A small icy wind blows against all of you and some of you shivered, and some quickly grabbed coats and put them on. The rest of you looked at your stepsiblings whom all have taken a coat and those remaining quickly grabbed a coat each and put it on.

Soon, as you emerged in the snowy land of Narnia, you find young Lucy standing beside a lamppost. Lucy, Edmund, Peter and Susan had become children in the land of Narnia again, as they had left the land for a long period of time. She quickly asked how you got here and one of you briefly explained to her on how you got here. Lucy quickly explained of a myth, that there were two wardrobes that linked together, connecting to the world of Narnia. One in the countryside, one in the forest. It was a mystery to her how the wardrobes were linked to Narnia.

Quickly, Lucy rushes you guys to the Beaver’s house, where they quickly welcomed you with some drinks and food. As soon as you finished, they hurriedly pressed all of you to quickly run through the secret passage, where they had to venture back to where the old war campsite Aslan had was.

Now… What mysteries will await you?

Okay… Just some fillers.

On the four Kings and Queens’ Ages:

Lucy, Edmund, Susan and Peter all turned into children because they left Narnia for too long and when they returned, there was not enough magic to restore them back into their former forms. So… Lucy will be around 12 to 13 years old, while Edmund is around 14 to 15. Susan is perhaps 17 and Peter’s around 18 or 19.

Timeline:

This RP takes place after ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’. ‘The Horse and his Boy’ never took place… Since I decided not to have any relations to that book.

Also, Digory and Polly of ‘The Magician’s Nephew’ are dead, since a good 2000 years passed in Narnia, and 41 Years in the Human World. They’re just in a myth of Narnia, on how Narnia came to be. Also, this is before ‘Prince Caspian’, so King Miraz, Prince Caspian/King Caspian, Eustace (Lucy, Peter, Edmund and Susan’s cousin), Jill, Prince Rilian and the other characters of ‘Prince Caspian’, ‘Voyage of the ‘Dawn Treader’’, ‘The Silver Chair’, ‘The Last Battle’ and all ‘The Horse and his Boy’ have not come to Narnia yet or don’t exist. Characters of ‘The Horse and his Boy’ don’t exist, save for those mentioned in ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’ and ‘The Magician’s Nephew’.

Weapons:

This shall not be discussed now… As the White Witch is unaware of the war yet. The Weapons shall be discussed in the Discussion Thread, once the war begins.

Armor:

Do not include your armor in the Description part of the Sign-Up. It shall be discussed in the Discussion thread.

Surnames:

Your surname does not change to Mitsuki, as this is only your temporary house, where you take refuge in. So… you call Mr. And Mrs. Mitsuki your parents, since they are going to be your parents for three more years in Human Time.

Sign-Up Sheet:

Name: (Duh! No stupid names allowed and names have to consist of first and last name. Middle Name is optional)

Age: (I know this is a war… But this is Narnia… Lucy could even fight in the war… Well… Part of it… Your character must be at least 14 years old… Maximum is 18… Since you’re almost an adult by then…)

Gender: (If you don’t know what to do here, get outta’ here!)

Description: (Describe how your characters looks like. At least a paragraph containing four sentences. Oh… Not just short sentences like: Bushy, brown hair. Black eyes. Red shirt. Blue jeans. White sneakers.)

Personality: (How your character re-acts and stuff… Seriously… No extra feminine characters since they can’t even fight like that… At least a paragraph containing four sentences… Like before… No short sentences.)

History: (On your family… How you were in the past…. At least a paragraph containing three sentences… Like before, no short sentences…)

Other: (Any extras go here… But please leave this spot with an ‘N/A’ unless you have something important to add, which is not likely…)

Sample RP: (I will not ask for a Sample RP, so don’t copy and paste this ‘Sample RP’ part. The Sample RP is needed for players whom I deem need to show me a Sample RP.)

My Sign-Up:

Name: Sapphire Angelina Mitsuki

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Description:

Sapphire has long, silky, brown hair falling down to her waist and has calm, cerulean eyes. Her eyesight is sharp and can spot things others may miss. Sapphire has very good hearing too, since she was born and raised in the forest when she was young. She has silver earrings, a gift from her mother on her sixth birthday. She wears a white bonnet, which deflects sunlight and prevents her from feeling hot in the sun. She loves wearing her azure blouse and pink skirt, as she feels very comfortable wearing those clothes. She prefers wearing her lavender sneakers, as it matches her outfit in her opinion.

Personality:

Sapphire is a tomboy, because ever since a mother passed away, she vowed to become stronger. She keeps her cool in dire situations, and not act rash. She has soften down, and taken a small liking to fashion. She has an allergy to beef, as she gets rashes and boils whenever she eats beef. The female has developed a fear towards bears, after one killed her mother. Sapphire has a soft heart, which she is slowly showing to the world. She also wants to prove that females and males are equal, and males are not superior. She now lives with the Mitsukis, after being adopted by them three months ago. She has always believed in myths and legends, and is very knowledgeable, as she reads books during the night. She has a bad habit of reading at night, and not many people know that she reads heaps of books.

History:

Sapphire’s mother was killed by a bear when Sapphire was only eight years old. She used to be a pretty girl, who loved wearing makeup and had aspired being a model, but her whole life was smashed when her mother died. She then promised to become stronger, and her father decided to let her live in a remote area for a while. After living in the jungle for a month or two, she moved to London as a new person. Soon, after making friends with many females at school, her liking for fashion slowly came back to her, but, she didn’t treat fashion like god like when she was younger.

When it was two months before her sixteenth birthday, her father died in a car crash, due to the fact he was unaware of the on-going traffic and got run over by a car. Sapphire then grew up in an orphanage, until Mr. And Mrs. Mitsuki came along, wanting to adopt a child of their own. Mrs. Mitsuki had never been able to get pregnant, and this was one of their rare trips to the city. Sapphire was adopted by them and soon got used to their habits. Sapphire was home-schooled from now on, and Mr. And Mrs. Mitsuki took turns in teaching her. They still were scientists and Sapphire felt as if they were family. The whole family made a monthly trip to the city during one of the weekends, and they usually stayed overnight in a hotel. When World War Two began, the family was not affected by the war, as they were living in the forest. The family had stored enough food to get through this period of time, and led a rather peaceful life.

Other: N/A

Whee! And the Mitsukis have enough food stored for 10 to 15 people… A whole year supply… Usually canned food is what you’ll eat…

And, everyone… I’ll add in more details later…

Also... There are limited spaces, as I'm not allowing heaps of people to join this... And if I decline your sign-up and you rub it in my face, saying it's good, while I don't think it is... Just get out of here.

And maybe 7 to 13 Spaces opened. Oh wait, maybe about 4 to 12 Spaces opened. Since I have invited two who have agreed to join, and another who is yet to respond. But hopefully, she will.

Signed-Up:
1) Sapphire Angelina Mitsuki (Pike Queen Lucy) (Creator)
2) Viola Wayfield (Typhlogirl) (Co-Owner)
3) Kali Lorenzo (Shadowfaith)
4) Gabriele Fanter (katiekitten)
5) Chad Olney (O'Malley)
6) Timothy Carson (masterwannabe)
7) Leslie Kirk (cdra1617)
8) *RESERVED SPOT*



The Co-Owners basically take control of the RPG if I have to go away... They know the RPG... Anyways... Co-Owner Status are only given to people whom I trust a lot. And I mean a lot. Well... They just know more of the RPG... And a few things are revealed to them before they are revealed to the others... Basically... They just tell you to improve your sign-up and all... But they don't get to approve them... I have the final decision on approval. (Not being selfish... Just felt like I wanted to take control of an RPG for once...) Afterall... This is the first RPG I created... I did join other RPGs though...

Now... Post everybody... I may make more spots if this becomes popular...

ALSO! You cannot Role Play as Aslan, the White Witch, Lucy, Susan, Peter and Edmund, since I'm only allowing them to some people's control.

Also... One Character per person.

AND... BTW, 'The Horse and his Boy' was too lacking, so I just had to kick it out. I just plained loathed it.

AND BTW, Extra Spots... They are for people who don't have good enough sign-ups or sign-up late. They will be left pending unless for stuff... You all should know...

And since the last sign-up is dead today, I remade this. XD.

Those who have done their sign-up in the other thread. Just copy and paste it and post. Yeah... Hopefully, all who have signed-up... Will see this... I'll PM you guys of course...

 

[katiekitten]

Ma triplet! *hugs* Of course I will come again.

Sign-Up Sheet:

Name: Gabriele Fanter

Age: 16. (In the middle)

Gender: (Female

Description: Gabriele is a dreamer, watching the world through half closed eyes as she drifts through it. She will believe anything she is told, within reason, and can be a stubborn little donkey if she disagrees with someone, or someone dares to argue with her. She is like a stone at those times, refusing to budge an inch until her opponent, exasperated, throws up their hands and wanders off. She likes to where wide, flowing light blue skirts, with tight white tops and lacey shalls, which she drapes around her shoulders. She has startling emerald eyes, and a wave of golden hair that cascades down her back and shoulders to her waist. She normally has a french braid on the top layer of her hair, to exercise some control over the writhing mass, but at all other times, she wears it down. A real nusance on windy days. She has a small, oval shaped face, a stubborn chin and delicately carved nose. She had a slim figure for the most part, dainty size four feet that she totters around in, for she was a good five feet six inches tall. When she gets angry, her eyes flare with an angry fire and she marches forward to the victim, hair and skirt flying around her for dramatic affect as she thrust her face forwards and begins to hollar. By her side she carries a simple white bag, inside is a small tabby kitten she found abandoned in London before being evacuated. She carries it everywhere, it is utterly dependant on her. Her voice is a soft purr, with a faint scottish accent that was unremoveable from her early childhood.

Personality: She likes to daydream a lot, to simply stare into space and mull over her life or recent events. She is very kind, loves animals, espeacially the kitten she rescued from the harsh London streets. She does not believe in a religion, all though believes many things as yet unproven, the Loch ness monster, (due to her scottish heritage) the yeti, ectra. She does have a stubborn streak that rears its ugly head when descussing her beliefs, she remains with her point of view and pursists in arguing about it until long after her opponent has gone, complaining of a head ache. Her anger rarely shows, unless, of course she is having a dipute.

History: A born and bred scot, she grew up on the out skirts of Glasgow with her mother and father. She had two twin brothers, both older than her by four years. Being slightly religious, Wendy, (her mother) decreed that her next child, be it male or female, will go by the name Gabriel. And so Gabriele was born, growing up in her happy childhood home. They lived in a small cottage by a river just outside of Glasgow, the back lawn opening up to an acre of wood and grassland. She spent a wonderous ten years weaving in and out of the many trees, hiding under headges and other such things. Her brothers, (Adam and Charles) would often join her, adding their own imaginations to hers. Charlse aspired to be a writer one day, he grew a passionate love of the craft whilst reading the latest books. Their surroundings gave him many inspirations, he actually managed to publish a short story in the local newspaper when the news came. Their father, Yantell, had been a buisnessman in Glasgow. He was being transported to a new building to help them set up. Gabriele was happy with the plans, until she learned the exact where abouts of this new building. London.

The thought of leaving her wonderful old home for a grotty flat in the most vilest city imaginable made her lips curl in disgust. She fought with her parents, begging them, ordering them, trying with all her might to change their minds. But they payed her no heed, and the next year, a month before her birthday, (February 8th) They moved into their new house. It was no way near as nice as the old, as Gabriele had prophesised. It was a run of the mill, one story building just off central London. There was no garden, the only source of grass for miles around a waterlogged field that she was forbidden to go near. It was rumored to be a place where junkies and druggies were in abundance, and they did not want their only daughter exposed to such a horrible lot. They could not afford the luxeries they had in Glasgow, the enourmas libraries a few feet from their house replaced by a small alcoholic store. Even a glass of clean water at the supermarket cost. It was a dreadful life.

Five years later, war broke out. It was in that year that Gabriele found Fushia, stuck in a cardboard box, left to die in the cold. She had adopted the poor kitten, nursing it back to health. It grew very attached to her, and she attached to it. The kitten loved to romp around in her mothers fushias, there for earning her name.

German raiders bombed the sea and land, frightening Wendy and Yantel made a decision of despairation. They decided to send Gabriele to a safe house, out of the city. Charles and Adam had already been conscripted, sent off to arm the western front. Gabriele wanted to stay with her family, she cried for a whole week when they made the decision. And now she cried again, tears running down her striken face as the train slowly rolled away from the station, leaving her family and the life she knew way, way behind.

Fushia, the kitten, mewed in protest as water fell onto her head, she had curled up beneath Gabrieles head and was mysteriously getting rained on indoors. Gabriele smiled despite herself and brushed her tears away, staring out of the window. Watching as the city she despised gave way to flowing countryside, marching past her window. The journey was a long five hours, she eventually cried herself to sleep. Only when they pulled up at her station did she open her eyes. Gathering all of her possesions, she lugged them out of the door and silently stepped onto the platform. There was no one else there, the station was deserted. Many shaded hiding places beckoned her, tempting her to explore, but she ignored them, simply standing to one side, staring at the gold streaked sky as the sun slowly climbed up the sky. She had left early, at five am, so as to arrive at a good time. Eventually a large cart trundled into view, carrying with it a very prim and proper woman. She ushered Gabriele on board, fussing all the while. Gabriele sat out of the way, her legs swinging idly over the edge.

"I don't know what they were thinking..." The woman muttered, shaking her head and re-adjusting her glasses. "Taking in so many street rats, I wouldn't do it for the world." Gabriele said nothing, pretending she could not hear her. After a long, uncomfortable ride they finally arrived, Gabriele jumped off and stretched much like a cat, making sure that Fushia was still in her bag. Finding that she was, she followed the lady inside, gazing around in wonder. It was a large house, situated in the center of a thriving forest that rustled and chittered with the wildlife.

Inside they were greeted by a young woman, in her teens and close to Gabrieles' own age. The woman, seeing that she was supervised, bustled off towards the kitchens where the distinct smell of roast ham drifted casually towards her. The girl smiled, revealing a mouth full of pearly white teeth.
"Welcome to the Mitsuki house! I'm Sapphire, their step-daughter," She held up a hand. "What's your name?" Gabriele slowly took the hand and shook it, staring into Sapphires eyes, tryng to read her personality from them alone. Giving up she gave a small smile before releasing the elder girls hand and sticking her own behind her back.
"Who was that?" Gabriele asked timidly, nodding towards the kitchens, where the womans sharp voice could be heard, she was yelling again. Sapphire grimaced.
"That's the house keeper, Ms. Thornsbury. Or Thorny-butt, as I like to call her. Not to her face of course," She grinned. "Remind me not to hire one when I get older." Gabriele gave another smile, immediately taking a liking to this new girl. Sapphire turned on her heel and began to sautner off, gesturing for Gabriele to follow.
"Come on! I'll give you a tour of the house," Gabriele followed her new friend.

Later that day, other children arrived. Gabriele watched them from her bedroom window, a small room fashioned like her old house in Glasgow had been. Sitting on the window seat she hugged her legs closer to herself, the first pangs of homesickness already taunting her. What the rest of the day would hold, she had no clue, as long as it was a good day. Fushia climbed out of her bag and clambered onto her lap, balancing on Gabrieles' knees and mewing concernedly. She smiled, rubbing the small kittens head. A rumbling purr rose in the kittens throat and she leaned into it, nearly falling off her high perch. Laughing, Gabriele caught her and set her down carefully beside her. A ray of sunlight shot it through a gap in the clouds and danced on Fushias fur, causing her tawny mass to glow a soft golden in the early morning light. She smiled once more as a tear trickled down the side of her face. It was a time for new beginnings, she would see them again soon. She wiped the tear away with a well used hanky and simpy watched the outside world from the confines of the window.

Other: Nada. Zilch.

There we go.

 

[cdra1617]

Name: Leslie Kirk
Age: 15
Gender: Female

Description: Leslie is about 5’3” and weighs about 95 pounds with a slim frame. Her hair is strawberry-blonde; her eyes are deep cyan. Her skin is very fair, but still not quite real white. She wears a patchy short dress that is short enough not to get tangled up in anything around her, which is quite possible. It is bright blue, to bring out her eyes, she says. She wears a pair of brown-beige low cut “clogs” on her feet with slightly higher socks and medium-sized silver earrings. She also likes to wear anklets, likely silver or cord ones.

Personality: Leslie is shy, preferring to stay alone than to be with others. She is sometimes a bit moody and snappy, but she tries not to be. Her friends, numbering at few (even less since the war), know that she is really nice and fun to talk to. She spends much of her time thinking to herself with her head in the clouds. However, she can focus if she needs to accomplish the task at hand. Leslie is also highly practical, often being pessimistic if it makes sense or optimistic if that makes more.

History: Leslie was born in the most rural areas of England in what could barely be called a village. There, she was always getting messy, though it was hard not to when you had to continually work. She was never the favorite among her family and friends; that was because she would rather learn than do physical work. This fact made her have only a few friends (and never got along with any of her siblings), but they were all very close to her.

Leslie was pretty much first to send off when World War II rolled around. She was hastily sent by cab to the Mitsuki’s home in the woods. Even since she ended up there, she became much more secluded and confused. She is most often found wandering around the house, looking at the scenery or just absently thinking.

Other: …

There. Man, I just wasn't in the swing of things when I wrote this sign up... Oh well.

 

[Shadowcat]

Both of you are accepted. Let's wait for the rest...

 

[Typhlogirl]

*dances badly*

I was wondering what happened to this! ^_^ Here's my reposted sign up.

Name

Viola Wayfield

Age

Fifteen

Gender

Female

Description

Viola has long red hair that falls to about elbow length. She always has a green ribbon tied in it, for whatever reason. Her emerald eyes are masked with the glasses she has needed from birth. She is tall for her age, and slim to the point of being skinny. She has pierced ears, each bearing a small gold stud. She wears a light green pinafore dress, with matching shoes. Around her neck is a silver necklace with a single emerald hanging from it, a present from her beloved late maternal grandmother, to symbolise her birth in the month of May.

Personality

In case you were unsure, green is her favourite colour. Viola is most comfortable being around nature, as opposed to a busy city. She is rather shy and reserved. Viola doesn't really like violence, but she understands that in some cases it is necessery to use force to achieve what must be achieved. She doesn't waste or mince words when it comes to talking, which is an activity she barely performs, as her head is usually in the clouds. She dreams of a brighter future for herself, one different to that intended by her family.

History

Viola comes from an upper-class society family. Her father suffered from a condition that only allowed him to concieve one child, so she has no siblings. To make up for the disappointment of not being a boy, Viola has always been a diligent student and a hard-working learner. However the stress placed on her young shoulders has taken its toll. She believes that, because she was not born a boy, she is not worthy of being a true member of her family. Her parents want her to be a proper young lady, and marry into a wealthy family. In fact, her mother had already started to match-make her with boys (and men!) from other wealthy families. Her father always put pressure on her to be the best in her year at school, and will often snap at her, "That's not good enough!" whenever she returns home with grades lower than a A+. The sudden arrival of WWII was, in fact, a mixed blessing for her, as it allowed her to escape the constant pressure of her family, and escape into her first love, nature.

Other

N/A

^_^

-;157;

 

[Draco Malfoy]

Time to repost... I'm happy this is back on again. I always wanted to Role-Play a Tim Carson-like character. The only change is Tim's age. He was originally fourteen but I decided to make him fifteen.

Name: Timothy Carson

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Description: Timothy or Tim as he is preferred to be called is, your typical British boy. He has tanned skin, and he's about 5'6, with average weight. Tim is a very shy boy and he never smiles. He flinches or twitches when people talk to him. Tim never smiles, he never makes jokes and He never talks in general. Tim’s baby blue eyes are filled with sweet innocence, something most boys of his age don’t really have. Tim is particularly shy when girls talk to him, in fact, he either turns into a human tomato and runs away or he stutters a feeble excuse and runs away. Tim’s face is fairly handsome in general but is usually in an expression of nervousness or sheer fear. People say he is handsome but Tim doesn’t believe that and he has a fairly decent build. Tim has a habit of wearing the same clothing nearly everyday. He usually wears a cobalt shirt, checkered with indigo, a pair of tan slacks. His auburn hair always looks messy and so far nobody had tamed it with a comb.

Personality: Tim is generally a very shy person. Tim says very little due to his excessive fear of social rejection and usually keeps to himself. Tim is a great intellectual though. He is very bright and logical, particularly when under pressure. Unfortunately, this intelligence and sense of logic does not seem to be applied when Tim is around another human being. Ironically, he cares a lot for the people around him and shows compassion to all. That is if Tim could conquer over his fears and insecurities. Tim loves playing Soccer but only if nobody is around…

History: Tim, growing up in the busy parts of Greenwich, England, grew up living in the busy suburban life of London. Tim’s parents, Gareth and Laura, were the most social, active and sympathetic people around. Then how come did their son Tim have social problems? The answer is a long and sad one. When Gareth and Laura met, they well in love with each other almost immediately.

It was as if a match made in heaven. Tim’s father was a respected lawyer while Laura was an esteemed Nurse whose mother was a famous Nurse who aided in WWI. When Gareth married Laura and Laura became pregnant, it was perfect but then came that faithful day. Laura was resting in bed, her water broke; the baby was coming. Quickly, Laura yelled for Gareth. Gareth raced to the bedroom and helped Laura into their BMW. They were racing to the hospital as they can.

It was a dark gloomy night. There was more fog than usual. A drunken truck driver was speeding faster than he should have and didn’t notice a BMW ahead. Gareth was the first to notice the potential life killer and tried to dodge the truck. It was too late. The large truck slammed into the car, instantly killing Gareth and the truck driver. Laura lay bleeding. A doctor was passing by noticed and ran to the ruined cars for any survivors. The doctor noticed Laura bleeding but barely alive. He raced to where she was and frantically yelled for her to wake up. She opened her eyes and looked at her stomach. She sighed, the baby was saved. She then felt dizzy. She was going to die. Laura weakly requested to the doctor to at least save her child. The doctor told her she will live but Laura shook her head. Then she screamed. The baby was coming. The doctor told her to push. Laura nodded and tried once more. With the last of strength, she pushed the baby out. The doctor observed the baby. The baby was a boy. The doctor passed him to Laura. Laura smiled softly and made the doctor promise for her son to live a happy life she would have wished he had. The doctor nodded. With the last of her breath, Laura then named her son Timothy Carson and she died. The doctor then took the baby. He decided he would raise the baby in until he could find somebody to take care of little Tim.


Tim grew up at the Doctor’s residence in Greenwich as a handsome active boy with innocent blue eyes. Tim laughed and he played with his friends everyday. But when he was twelve it all changed. The Doctor and died and Tim was left in the care of the Doctor’s vain wife, Cynthia. Cynthia hated Tim and only treated nicely because of her husband. Now he was dead, she treated Tim like garbage, spitting on him and lowering his self-esteem. At school, a gang of bullies formed and called Tim names and stole his lunch everyday. Everyday, slowly but surely, Tim’s fear and anxieties grew bigger and his self-esteem grew smaller. Then one day, his old self was gone, leaving a timid boy with a fear of social activity. At school, people called him orphan and Tim the Timid while Cynthia called him brat. Tim’s life was ruined.

When World War II arrived at England, with its constant raids caused great amounts of worry to fall upon London, Tim was gained a sense of happiness, a sense of hope. The war kept the bullies and Cynthia occupied, they didn’t have time to wreck Tim’s life as always. But Cynthia constantly found time to at least fit in her daily brat comment in.

Soon the war became worse. The Raids had even begun in London. Cynthia decided to send Tim away to the country side so she still fulfilled her husband’s wishes and not having to see Tim’s face everyday. Along with the other evacuees, Tim was forced onto a steam train, soon departing for the countryside. Tim grabbed his suitcase, wandering for days, looking for a place to stay until he was lucky enough to find the Mitsuki household.

Other: Tim’s biggest dream is to conquer over of his anxieties and fears. Maybe Narnia can help him achieve that...

 

[Shadowcat]

Both of you are accepted. Now... To wait for the rest...

 

[Shadowfaith]

Name: Kali Lorenzo

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Female

Description: Kali is anything but the innocent girl in pink flowing dresses that you may find living in such a grand place. With her ruffled chocolate hair and piercing emerald green eyes, if looks could kill then anyone who came across her would probably be stone dead on the floor. She has a pale complexion, and appears to be very thin, though well toned, as if she has not eaten much in a long time, though this is pretty much true. She wears not a skirt, but black baggy trousers that you would see members of the opposite gender wearing, and a matching black shirt that hangs open just that little bit so that you can see her collar bone and the silver pendant of a dragon that wraps itself nicely around her thin neck. Upon her feet she wears black boots and around her wrists are many silver and leather bracelets which she never takes off.

Personality: From her looks, you can practically tell that Kali isn’t one of the friendliest beings around and certainly not one of the most loving. Sarcastic and rather cruel in the minds of others, she hardly spares a thought for even her siblings. Though when needed, she wont hesitate to step in and confront those she does not like, as long as it means she can knock them to the floor and give them ‘a good beating’ as she always says. Hopefully, this journey will teach her stone cold heart how to love and care more.

History: Kali had never been close to her parents, and pretty much the only one she cared for was her little brother Damien who had suffered horribly with some sort of illness that caused his body to reply slowly to contact. Kali had done everything for him, played with him, tolerating his slow movement and even cooking him dinner when her parents were out.

Unfortunately, Damien wasn’t meant to live long, and at the age of twelve, he died in his sleep. Kali was heartbroken and locked herself in her room for months on end. Over these few months, she turned cold and her heart become nothing more than a stone, unbreakable and uncaring. No matter how hard her parents tried to gain her trust, they failed.

Kali really had nothing left in the world to care for, and so she left her house in search of some sort of meaning, until she was found and taken to a house that she was unfamiliar with. This is where she met her new parents.

Other: Kali has one weakness only, and that is towards those with disadvantages. Her heart goes out to them as she knew the pain and torment her brother went through.

 

[Shadowcat]

Shadowfaith: Accepted without a doubt.

 

[flygonrulz]

Name: Kassandra Emilia Smithing
Age: 15
Gender: girl
Description: Kassandra has long, fair blonde hair which she puts in a loose ponytail to stop it getting in her eyes, a purple button-up shirt with a poket she uses for holding bandages, black eyes, boots and a long black skirt. She is nearly always smiling as she usually has something to distract herself from horrible things, usually a small ball. Her hair is very curly as she stays outside a lot to go bird watching. Suprisingly, even though she goes outside a lot, her skin is very pale.
Personality: Kassandra is half girly and half tomboy, she likes to wear skirts and dresses but doesn't faint at the sight of blood-in fact, she wants to be a doctor when she is older. She loves helping people and isn't one of those 'I can't be bothered you do it' people, she is the exact opposite. She has a strong mind and will somtimes tell you to move out of the way if she needs to be somwhere, but only sometimes.

History: Kassandra never knew her family, she was left on the doorstep of an orphanage when she was just a day or two old. Her friends at the orphanage taught her how to do everything from bandaging wounds to sewing her clothes.

Other: N/A

 

[Shadowcat]

flygonrulz: Declined, for obvious reasons. It isn't what I expect. Look at the other ones. Gimme' an RP Sample too. Last Chance.

 

[flygonrulz]

And which obvious reasons are these?

 

[Timid Kyogre]

This is going to be my first sign-up ever, so yeah...Good luck to me

Name: Sabriel Fullerton

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Female

Description: Sabriel has long, dark brown hair with a few highlights in it and bright green eyes. She is short for someone her age. She always wears silver earrings and never takes them off, because they were a gift from her father who got shot. She rarely ties her hair, and has freckled skin. Many teased her because of that, since most of her friends don’t have freckled skin.

Personality: Sabriel is a quite, timid, and secretive person, yet she is wise for someone her age. She wasn’t always quiet, but ever since her father died she became extremely quiet. But she learned a lot from her father’s murder, as she became good at tough and serious situations. Sabriel also has a good sense of prediction, but it doesn’t mean that everything she predicts comes true.

History: Sabriel lived a normal life until she was six, she watched her own father get shot while she was waving to him from her window when he was going to work. That memory keeps on ringing in her head and won’t fade away, which makes her quiet and not much of an outgoing person. After her father’s tragic murder, her family became a bit of poor and was forced to move into an apartment. She disliked that fact and didn’t like her mom very much since she was usually away.

Other: Umm…She was born at July 13? Yeah ^_^

EDIT: RP sample ^_^

The Forgotten Enchantment
Chapter Four

I have to admit, I am extremely popular here at Lavaridge.

My ability, I know I have to hide it but…mine is just different, I can’t stand hiding it. Fire is my life, without it, I’m nothing. They say fire is the most powerful thing that ever existed here, but to me it’s the weakest thing, for I have dominated it.

I control fire, I breathe fire. I don’t even bleed, I have no blood.

I burn.

It doesn’t hurt, the feeling is incredibly amazing. Scientists wanted to study me but my new mother, Alicia, didn’t accept. So did my new little “sister” Anna. Both of them are nice to me, Anna and I always like to talk together.

Anna is extremely tall for an eight year old, she has bright grey eyes and creamy-white hair. Some think it’s weird but I kind of like her hair color, the same color Alicia has. Curiosity kills Anna, she always wants to know what happens. Alicia says she used to be exactly like her when she was young. She showed me pictures of her when she was Anna's age, and she looked exactly like her.

What replaces fire in my life you ask?

Water.

Anahita was obsessed with water so I learned to deal with it. As her older twin I have to respect what she likes, the same way she respects what I like. Rose always teased her for not having any abilities but I always told Rose that she is the special one out of all of us.

I’m known as “Fire Girl” here at Lavaridge. I’m not ashamed of my title, if I was, it would mean I was ashamed of my abilities. I’m also the youngest trainer at Flannery’s Gym, the ten year old trainer that Flannery accepted.

Flannery, surprisingly, figured out about my abilities. She says her grandfather visited Aromabell once and met my real father. I don’t know if I could believe her or not, but I always denied the fact the I have special abilities.

I trained with Flannery and she gave me two Fire Stones, and now I have a Ninetales and an Arcanine. Its been two years since Flannery has become a gym leader, but she’s excellent at battling. I also have an Eevee which I’m currently training. I really want it to evolve to a Flareon.

You see, I have tried my very best to hide my amazing flame abilities but it was just this one time…it just sort of erupted from me, I had to use it.

The first one who saw it was Anna, and fortunately she kept it a secret. I started playing with flames in front of her while she stared in amazement. Time after time she became curious and wanted to know how or from where I inherited my abilities, but every time she did that I would just intimidate her by burning my hand.

After a few months of Anna finding out the whole town knew about it. It was just a normal Thursday nothing else, but when I burned gas while stepping on it everyone knew…I was made of flames.

Everyone started to think I am some sort of demon, but thank god Flannery explained and she told them that I am somehow blessed and that fire is not a sign of hell. After that I became ‘Little Miss Popular’

Some hated me, but that really didn’t make me worry a lot. Flannery started telling me a few ancient tales about those who are blessed with Fire Abilities and how they could battle with Fire Pokemon extremely well. She suggested that she should train me sometime when I was nine years old, and when Ninetales and Arcanine rose to level 30 she offered me a place in her gym.

Of course, after a few months of finding out my talent they offered me plenty of jobs. I refused all of them but one, it was this job to help raise Fire Pokemon at some sort of Fire Pokemon Farm. I go there every Friday and Saturday and I usually have a great time there.

My ability isn’t that heavenly wonderful, it could be deadly sometimes. Even though Alicia doesn’t know as much as dad knows about our abilities she knows that fire could kill anyone just like that. She told me that I have to be careful of it. I could kill anyone by mistake if I mess with my abilities too much.

Right now I’m in the farm, I brought Anna with me because I knew she will enjoy it. She doesn’t adore Fire Pokemon as much as I do but she’ll just like the fact that she is surrounded by many Pokemon.

“Charmanders!” Anna yelled with excitement, as she started playing with a Charmander. It started chasing her in a friendly way while she was giggled insanely, she took Charmander’s role by surprise and started chasing the Charmander. I went to the Magbys to get one so Anna could play with it.

“Magby, come here boy.” I grabbed the Magby and returned back to where Anna and the Charmander were. They had stopped running and were sat down on the grassy field. The farm had a rocky side and a grassy side, the rocky field had most of the new Pokemon.

Anna started petting the Charmander, then her hand got closer to the flame on its tail.

“Anna, no!” I shouted, but it was too late.

The Charmander had gone officially insane and started running through the field full of anger.

~Timid Kyogre

 

[Shadowcat]

flygonrulz: It's rather short and not up to my standard. And, your horrendous way of not splitting up the many parts of the sign-up makes my eyes bleed. Yes. Around cdra's length. Yep, but you probably won't get accepted unless a 'WOW!' RP Sample came along. Type out your own one.

Timid Kyogre: Sis, hm... An RP Sample please. Then you'd get accepted.

 

[Timid Kyogre]

Okay. I posted a sample. One of my short chapters, hope it's okay ^_^

~Timid Kyogre

 

[Shadowcat]

Timid Kyogre: Your sample was really good. I liked it and it was done well. Accepted.