forum Scars and Black Stains (Closed)

Started June 22, 2018 by @Lenered

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I'll write a starter, maybe?

Yeah, we could maybe do a lil while we wait for someone else??

Yeah.

Starting tomorrow, I'll be gone for two weeks because I'm going on a trip. Feel free to move around my characters, but don't kill them or anything, okay? Don't let the rp die while I'm gone. Thanks and adios! I probably shouldn't have started this rp . . . 'cuz I leave tomorrow. . . sorry.

May I join?

The cold crisp air hit Calla's face as she leaned on the balcony rail, her arms aching and her head throbbing. The pain was worse than usual today. Her brother was off, sitting on his throne, doing his kingly duties, Her mother and father had died five months ago in a freak accident. Well, Calla suspected that her brother had murdered their parents, wanting to ascend to the throne, as did most of the population, since his scar count had risen by two the following day, but she didn't care. Dear old mummy and daddy weren't real charmers anyway.

May I join?

Yes, you may!

May I join?

Yes, you may!

Thanks!

Starting tomorrow, I'll be gone for two weeks because I'm going on a trip. Feel free to move around my characters, but don't kill them or anything, okay? Don't let the rp die while I'm gone. Thanks and adios! I probably shouldn't have started this rp . . . 'cuz I leave tomorrow. . . sorry.

all good, I’ll try my best

Name: Melody Flint
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Power: She is able to sense, feel, and manipulate a person's emotions and general feelings.
Sexuality: Lebian
Appearance: Wavy jet black hair to waist, pale skin tone, stormy grey eyes, tall and thin.
Attire: Leather jacket, jeans, solid purple t-shirt, navy blue scarf, coal black beret, heeled knee-high boots.
Personality: Very observant due to the empathic abilities and good at deducting things as she likes to do detective work. Reckless, brave, ruthless, she's an adventurer at heart.
Tribe: Anahera
Scar Count: One very large scar across her back, she keeps it hidden out of shame. History of scar to be revealed later.
Black Stain position: It will be on her right hand, but she hasn't met her soulmate yet.
Other: She's a freelance private detective and hates pears with all her heart and is able to master musical instruments in under an hour (Most of the time, the drums gave her a bit of trouble.).

The cold crisp air hit Calla's face as she leaned on the balcony rail, her arms aching and her head throbbing. The pain was worse than usual today. Her brother was off, sitting on his throne, doing his kingly duties, Her mother and father had died five months ago in a freak accident. Well, Calla suspected that her brother had murdered their parents, wanting to ascend to the throne, as did most of the population, since his scar count had risen by two the following day, but she didn't care. Dear old mummy and daddy weren't real charmers anyway.

”Calla?” Eira said standing by the door. A new scar was now positioned across her left eye. It still kinda hurt but it was nothing she couldn’t handle, “Your brother wants you.”

"Yeah? Did he bring in another "enemy of the nation" for me torture?" Calla sighed, walking over to the door. She'd had the palace memorized, so she could walk anywhere without tripping.

(Isn't it kinda funny how everyone's soulmate is in the opposing tribe?)

(I was hoping it'd be like that XD)

(Isn't it kinda funny how everyone's soulmate is in the opposing tribe?)

(I was hoping it'd be like that XD)

(Lol)

Eira followed, one step behind, “He didn’t say but it’s most likely, highness.”

The pain jolted through her with each step. Calla sighed, holding onto herself and pushing open the door to the throne room. "He used to try to touch me. We would play games. When my mother and father were in power, they used me to torture enemies as well. I was hoping," her voice broke, "it'd be different when he was in charge."

“As much as I would like that to be true, highness, it cannot be. I would do it myself but his majesty does not trust me.” Eira walked with Calla up to her brother, Eira bowing on one knee and staying there.

"Yes, Kyan?" Calla bowed her head, her body throbbing with the pain as she bit down on her tongue to keep herself from screaming.
"I have someone here who needs punishing. They were working with them." Kyan clasped his hands together, staring at his sister. She couldn't see his eyes, but she imagined they were black. Black with hatred and death and torment.
"Of course."

Eira didn’t move, as much as she wanted to. To be the one to punish those traitors. Calla didn’t need this, not with the pain she was in already, so she spoke, “Majesty, if I may say something?”

"We pay you to guard, not to speak." Kyan leaned back in the throne, waving her off. "Escort Calla towards the dungeons. The traitor is in cell number three."
Calla started to walk away, trying not to move too much as she took slow steps.

“Majesty she has done enough already. Can’t you see the pain she is in?” Eira stood but for once didn’t follow Calla as she started to walk out of the throne room.

His expression became deadly. "Calla, my dearest sister, these tasks aren't too daunting for you, are they? Because if they are, I'm ever so sorry."
Calla stopped in her tracks. "They aren't. It's fine. Eira, come with me." She couldn't defy him now. If she wanted too, she could kill him. Sneak up in the dead of the night and strangle him until his screams forever echoed in the halls of this cursed palace. But she didn't want to be queen. So it was best to leave him be, for now. Besides, he had to have a heart somewhere in there, everyone did. She knew for a fact that his mark was on his upper back.

Eira followed, resisting the urge to make a vulgar gesture towards her king. Just because she worked for him, doesn’t mean she had to like him. So she lead Calla to the dungeons, forcefully throwing open the doors.