@Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy
"But there's more. Initially, I had wanted to talk to you because there are claims in the kingdom of Aekor that you are leading heists and robberies, stealing items of Magik."
"But there's more. Initially, I had wanted to talk to you because there are claims in the kingdom of Aekor that you are leading heists and robberies, stealing items of Magik."
(AND NOW IT STRUCK ME, WHAT DO YOU CALL A COUNTESS’S DAUGHTER? I CAN’T RANK. AHhhHhhhhhhhhhhhhh.)
(i have no clue)
"Aekor? The last time I was there was three years ago. I only steal from people here, and only people that t won't affect. I don't steal Magik items." Jamie said, defending himself. He suddenly stopped, grabbed Wren, and started to run. He only stopped when they were out of the forest. "There's someone following me," he whispered.
"Who?" she said. "How do you know?"
(okay hi. First of all, I'm bored. Second of all, I would love to join this rp. I love Kingdom things like this and this is an interesting one.)
"Why should I know?" Jamie snapped, still speaking in a whisper. "They were following me when I was on the other side of the mountain, in this village called "Ferrenway." I thought I lost them after I cam back here, but I guess they're still stalking me."
"What did they look like?" She said, walking along side him.
(so may I join or…?)
(I don't have the authority, you'd have to ask @VenusBlake)
(I think right now @Brokenchipmunk and I are setting up the plot.)
(Hmm… alright. I might as well start coming up with a character.)
(I think right now @Brokenchipmunk and I are setting up the plot.)
(yeah nice. I've been reading it.)
"I never saw their face. They-" Jamie was interrupted by the sound of an arrow being fired, and suddenly he was on the ground, an arrow laced with sleeping Magik sticking out of his leg.
@hope yes you may join
Wren turned around, cursing herself for forgetting her staff. Not that it would have helped.
(Should I be the stalker or do you want me to do a different character? I'm fine with either and have plenty of ideas.)
(You can choose, it's probably fine if you're both, or you can just choose one. We don't need to know the stalker's identity right now.)
A hooded figure emerged from the shadows, dressed in a dark blue cloak and a mask of white that resembed a serpent. Another arrow ready.
"Hands where I can see them, hermit."
(Sorry, your post wasn't up when i was writing this so I went ahead and did the stalker)
(Whatever your comfortable with >.< )
(nah I'll be someone else. the stalker should be mysterious. Sorry for so many questions. I just wanna fit in smoothly with this awesome plot that's developing.)
(:D)
Jamie groaned on the ground, the sleeping draught not yet taken full effect. Everything was blurry, and he could just make out the shape of his stalker and Wren.
Name: Meara Irene
Age: 12
Height: 5' 1''
Sexuality: Straight
Looks: Long light brown hair, warm hazel eyes, wears a dirty brown child's dress and a simple necklace her mom gave her when she was young
Personality: Kind, extremely shy, tends to run late quite a bit, doesn't really talk that much, has a passion for animals and drawing
Quirks: often lets her hair cover one of her eyes, is actually really good with people despite her shyness
Background: An orphan who lives on the streets. Parents died from some evil magik workers
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