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Post by Tsukino Usagi on Feb 13, 2007 20:42:27 GMT -4
I've come to a conclusion. It is awfully hard to have any sort of wedding without a groom. And since that is the only story right now, there isn't much of a story. So I came up with a project. I call it "The Backstory Project". It's very simple. You tell a story about your character's past that hasn't full been explained or even mentioned. There are a few rules though.
Rule 1: It must be at least four paragraphs, preferably longer paragraphs, but there aren't real restrictions.
Rule 2: Try to use correct spelling and grammar. That would be nice for anyone who tries to read it.
Rule 3: Follow rules one and two.
That's about it. Have fun! I'll go first, to demonstrate it.
7-Year-Old Samurai
The moon shone brightly in the sky. It was a crisp winter night around seven o'clock. The local elementary school was having its annual Christmas pageant. Parents from all over Landen attended to see their children. Some were singing, others were recreating the Nativity. Ana was going to do a duet with Cayt to "O Come, All Ye Faithful". Cayt would play flute and Ana would sing and play guitar. Although she was seven, she could play guitar better than most musicians. "Five minutes, girls," the teacher informed them. Cayt was desperately nervous, but Ana didn't want to go out there. She hated recitals. She had no parents to watch so there was no real reason to even get on stage. Cayt ran off to see if the act onstage was almost done. Ana quickly slipped out the back door. She'll be fine without me. Ana walked through the alleyways of Landen. It was scary at night for a seven year old. Then, a man appeared in the alley. He was in his mid-twenties with black, shaggy hair and a taco in his hand. "What are you doing out here by yourself?" "I didn't want to stay at that stupid recital." "You're very brave for your age." He looked over the small girl, dressed in red and white. She had an odd aura around her, filled with strength, power, and courage. "You would make a great fighter. I can sense it. Take this." The man held out his hand and a samurai sword materialized. "A sword? What would I do with a sword? Besides, I shouldn't even be talking to strangers." "Fine. Refuse it. Let Cayt become stronger than you." "What did you just say?" Although Cayt was her best friend, she was also her rival. It was a very complicated relationship. "Cayt studies magic, powerful magic." "Give me that." She grasped the sword from the man's hand. "Be careful with that. You could hurt yourself." "Please. I'll be the best samurai by January."
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Post by 3rd Generation!!! on Feb 17, 2007 17:18:25 GMT -4
Interesting...
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Post by Tsukino Usagi on Feb 19, 2007 23:11:12 GMT -4
I was bored but didn't want to go to the ongoing story. Instead, I'll do this.
A Stupid Decision
I was just a kid then. A new recruit, a White Mage Apprentice. I knew very little at the time; after all, I was only 17. For some reason, though, they saw promise in me. I don't know why, but they did. I was next in line to become a White Mage. Just think, my own guardian horse. It would be great. As a mage, I would have to protect people. That was our job. That was what we committed to when we signed up. It was that simple. Of course, we weren't the only ones who swore to protect everyone. There was the Faen Rah clan, a family of nekos, and the Karashini, a group of samurai. We all had one goal, but we had different ways of going about it. The Seven Mages believed in magic. The Karashini believed in the ways of the samurai. The Faen Rah believed in technology and intelligence. We should have worked together, but we were too stubborn to do so. I was sent on my first mission. One of the new Karashini recruits had just killed a monster. He also destroyed a building and left several innocents injured. I was sent to clean up. White Mages can only heal. I got to the destination. It was an elegant restaurant, or, at least it used to be. Entire walls were missing. People were crying and screaming. I couldn't imagine what it was like when the place was actually being attacked. And then I saw what had caused all of this. Standing in the middle was a boy of about 16. He had shaggy, black hair and red eyes. I had to be him because he was holding a samurai sword and standing on front of the body of a dragon. He was coated in blood, but not his own. I ran over. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, but the others don't look so great." He pointed to a large group of maimed people, all holding samurai swords. This must have been one strong monster, and yet, he managed to kill it. He's good, too good. I had never cured so many people as I had on that day. The people kept coming, and I kept healing. But of all the people I saw that day, the one I remember most was the boy. I asked him his name. Salam. That name stuck with me. For weeks, months afterward, all I could think about was him. I couldn't sleep, and I didn't know why. My ceremony came. I was finally a White Mage. I should have been happy, but I wasn't. I wanted to see him so bad, even if it violated the rules. I left the ceremony, dressed in the new white gown. He wouldn't recognize me now. My hair was white, now. He didn't even know my name. Somehow, I had to get him to come. The monster. If I heal it, he will have to come. But, where was it? I went back to the restaurant, and there he was, right where I met him. How convenient. "I'm Mikki. Do you remember me?" He looked at me closely. "Yeah. You're the girl who helped the Kakashi." He remembered. And, that brings me to my stupid decision. I told him everything I thought of him. He just stared at me, confused. Finally, he said, "I've been the same way." How cheesy, but I fell for it. Then, he did some things so unforgivable that I couldn't look at him again. And that's when I got a phone call. I had to go to the Snowflake Mountain Resort; I had to help him.
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Post by Dwight on Feb 20, 2007 18:44:32 GMT -4
Ryuichi smiled as the melody drowned among the applause. A few of his friends stood up in the front row, and he beamed down at them, his face red. Walking off the stage the principal shook his hand and the choir teacher gave him a thumbs up. He laughed quietly as he fought his way down the aisle, hands reaching out to clap him on the back. Among the tidal wave of people, he was a blonde smiling patiently at him. Once noise had begun to subside, he sat in one of the seats and turned to face the stage. The principal stood there, smiling at all of them and waiting for the room to return to silence before starting. Ryuichi smiled as the blonde made her way over to him, and sat close by his side. She kissed him on the lips and stared at him for a moment, her exuberant blue eyes overflowing with happiness. "That was amazing Ryu," she said quietly, still staring into his eyes. She rested her head on his shoulder and took one of his hands. Placing it in her lap, she lay her hand over top of it, displaying Ryuichi's school ring on her finger. "Promise you won't forget me when you are famous," she said, both of them laughing. Ryuichi rested his head on her's and stared ahead as the principal droned on about there band. "Don't worry. Where ever I go, you are coming with. I love you and you could never be replaced. The second I graduate, we will move to America together, and we can get married. My parents will adore you," he said. He kissed her on the head before resting his cheek against it again. "You will always be my girl." The girl looked up at him with watery eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Ryuichi wrapped his arm over her shoulder and sat in silence. As Tohma walked by, they exchanged smiles, but Ryuichi didn't move. He didn't want to ever let go. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he turned around. A man no older than 22 was looking down at him. He stared at the man in confusion as he handed him a business card. "My name is Claude Winchester, and I work for NG. The President has been looking for a new band, and I think you guys have just the right stuff. Why don't you come to the office sometime?" he said. Ryuichi looked down at the card for a moment before handing it to Kate. As soon as he looked up, the man had disappeared. NG? he wondered. They're famous! He looked at Kate, still in shock. "Do you think I really have a shot?" he asked in amazement. "I know you do," she answered, throwing her arms around him.
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Post by 3rd Generation!!! on Feb 25, 2007 17:36:15 GMT -4
Fight Harder
A small boy and rather large man stood in a small clearing, both wearing black belts around their all white cloths. The boy was scared to death but he did not show it in front of his father. All of the sudden the man jumped into the air landing close to the boy throwing a punch at the boy stomach. The boy crunched to the ground sliding under the legs of his father, hitting them as he went. His father lost balance in pain but regained it quickly. Then zig-zagging he flew toward the boy, knocking him of his feet. The boy threw his arm in a desperate punch watching his father whack it away. Then lung and pin the boy to the ground. "Ha! You call yourself a black belt! Your going to have to fight harder if you want to live Alex!" The father stood up and walked away from his son. Alex lay on the ground breathing hard. He started to cry, was he such a disgrace? Alex sat a a small funeral, not showing a single tear. His father killed. Alex showed many bruises and scraps from the attack on the temple. The last word his father ever said to him was, 'Fight Harder!' Alex slowly stood up, where would he go now? He was only 11. Walking slowly toward the casket he set a rose on it, then turned his back on his all he knew, his life, and his father he walked away into the misty morning letting a single tear fall from his eye slowly singing a song his mother would sing to him in Latin,
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei Cunae sunt non Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali Somnus est non
Surgite Inventite Veni hortum veritatis Horti verna veritatis
Ardente veritate Urite mala mundi Ardente veritate Incendite tenebras mundi
Valete, liberi Diebus fatalibus
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec.....
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Post by Tsukino Usagi on Mar 15, 2007 0:23:57 GMT -4
Miserable
Good evening, or morning, or whatever time it is in your miserable existence. I am Phaedra Hendrix, age 7, I.Q. 186. Yes. I am the creepy kid in the back of your classroom, and yes, I am a girl. Despite popular rumors, I do not eat human flesh for breakfast. Only lunch. You may notice the bloodstains on my sweatshirt. Do not ask about them, or you just may end up nothing but a bloodstain on my sweatshirt. Do you like my knife? I do. I sharpen it every morning before I go to school and every afternoon after-school. It gets dull during the day...and during the night. I like to cut things. Don't you? Many people ask about my last name. I am not the secret child of Jimi Hendrix, famous guitar player known for his elaborate shows and playing a right-handed guitar with his left hand. I can play a guitar, and I can set one on fire. It's not hard. I actually was given my name from my mother. I have no idea what her real name was. For the three years I lived with her, she never told me. All I know is that she went by Pennyflower Lovechild and she did a lot of drugs while pregnant. So yes, I was named after Jimi Hendrix. My school? I make top honors every quarter. Usually, I'm at the top of the honor roll. Actually, I'm always at the top of the honor roll. I have been sent to the counselor numerous times. Each time I am sent back with only a note. It's simple really. I keep a flowery dress in my backpack at all times. I just put it and a fake cheeriness on, and I've never gotten in trouble. I had a cat once. Her name was Muffin. She was a tabby and was the closest creature to me. Tragically, she died when I strapped her to 19 bottle rockets. Although she exploded, she went 50 feet in the air, a record for cat launching. I live with my foster parents. They normally like to keep me in a cage and refuse me food. I usually spit in their drinks. I live with seven other foster children. It's never the same seven, though. They miraculously end up in the middle of an interstate in their sleep. All the kids seem to have a problem with sleepwalking. I don't even know what my father looks like. My mother once tried to tell me that he was a magician named Salam. I put arsenic in her cocaine. It was around then that I ended up in a foster home, actually. Right now, it's sunny. The temperature is 79 degrees Fahrenheit. We just got an Irish Setter puppy. His name is Sparky and he can play fetch. My foster sister just put a yellow flower in my hair. She says that I look pretty. I feel miserable.
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