A plague had swept through the Kingdom of Caelum years ago, leaving the survivors with unnatural gifts, talents, and strange markings. Most of these 'marked' people are feared, for it is believed that they will taint society. At the age of ten, certain children are chosen to join the military, the Militia.(Since it is based off Renaissance times, swords could possibly be the main weapon.) The soldiers in the Militia do the bidding of the nobles, winning wars and seeking out the marked people in the kingdom.
The Kingdom is split into different sectors, each with their own purposes. A sector for the arts and music, a port sector for trading, etc. Though, different rebellions have begun in the sectors, many made of the 'marked' people in the kingdom.
- Please, no IRL hate
- Be nice to one another
- Rated M at most
- Nothing overly gory. (Blood is fine, since there should be some fighting )
- Have Fun!
(Most of this idea was based off of the 'Young Elites.' if you have read that. No powers that are too OP and not everyone should be a rebel or have powers, but you can if you'd like too. )
Are all people who are marked in the rebellion?
Thanks, is there a specific form I should fill out or…?
( here let me make that )
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Backstory:
Power (If they have that):
Name: Harlow Michina
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: develop
Appearance: tbh probably the same thing but we’ll see
Backstory: I’ll make it up along the way
Power (If they have that): can summon, control, and is immune to lightning. Like Mare from Red Queen.
Name: Riann Cardoso (Pronounced like Ryan. Plus it means 'Little Ruler' )
Age: 18 1/2
Gender: Female
Personality: Can be unnerving and secretive at first. As she opens up she's humorous, logical, very loyal and friendly. She's smart and very exact, but she can lose her patience quickly.
Appearance: A darker shade of brown. There's a steak of white in her hair. Almond shaped eyes. Her eyes are blue, but they change to different shades of blue almost all the time. They can change to a sea green color too. She usually wears neat military clothes, but at times some dresses in the palace.
Backstory: She's the Princess, the daughter of the king. Her brother is the next heir, so she is currently in the Militia. Riann had caught the plague at a very young age and survived. She had recieved a marking, her eyes and her streak of white. Almost no one knows about her, so she is known as the 'Forgotten Princess.' since they can not have a marked girl in their noble family.
Power: Can manipulate Darkness/Shadows
Name: Harlow Michina
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: develop
Appearance: tbh probably the same thing but we’ll see
Backstory: I’ll make it up along the way
Power (If they have that): can summon, control, and is immune to lightning. Like Mare from Red Queen.
(99% sure that’s electrokinesis.)
https://pin.it/tzmrbpj6ozihrq I photoshopped her hair white but that’s the only difference
Name: Harlow Michina
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: develop
Appearance: tbh probably the same thing but we’ll see
Backstory: I’ll make it up along the way
Power (If they have that): can summon, control, and is immune to lightning. Like Mare from Red Queen.
(99% sure that’s electrokinesis.)
I checked, it’s not. Electrokinesis is just manipulation.
Riann walked down the halls of the palace, her ever changing blue eyes studying every face she walked by. Many of the servants looked down as she strode past. Riann had heard the whispers. They were all scared of her. She shook her head and continued down the hall, small bursts of electricity popping in the air at her discomfort.
(Okie thank you. :D)
Name: Zack Maunet
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Cocky, preppy, cheerful, enthusiastic, and caring.
Appearance: Brown hair and brown eyes.
Backstory: I’ll make it up as we go.
Power: Umbrakinesis.
//lmao riann has a mix of Harlow and zack’s powers
should she be a guard or…?
Oh my god, I’m totally down for joining this, the Young Elites series is my favorite!
Name: Thatcher Wain
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Calm, loyal, careful, clever, overly protective, secretive, watchful, constantly alert, decent at disguise.
Appearance: He has neat red hair and black eyes (which could be considered his markings), lightly tanned skin, toned build, around 6’0. He usually tends to wear a white button up, dark trousers, dark combat style boots, and black leather gloves.
Backstory: He was born with his strange eye and hair color. Growing up, he was sheltered by his mother and father to hide him from the abuse of the outside world. At around the age of 14, as he was playing with the family cat out in the yard, he picked up the cat and it seemed to become seriously ill. That cat died two days later. Him and his parents seemed to notice that is he had been touching an animal or something as simple as a flower, it would soon end up dead. They came to the conclusion that he must have been one of the gifted children. His mother wanted to continue hiding him, but his father grew greedy, using his child’s abilities to threaten others into receiving what he desired. Thatcher eventually fled his home when he was 16 when soldiers came looking for the alleged “murderous boy”. Thatcher now travels through various sectors, helping other marked people when he can.
Power (If they have that): The ability to inflict an unknown, deadly disease upon people by touch (which is why he wears gloves constantly.)
( So pretty much, if you aren't in the rebellion you can be in the Militia if you'd like to )
Riann kept her head down, her dark hair falling around her face. She had changed into the Militia outfit; a dark vest with golden embroidery, black pants, and boots. Every other day, she wore dresses, since her brother wanted to marry her off to some rich noble for more power and money. Riann hated it. Dancing with a random boy every night. Wouldn't it be nice to just run away. . . She sighed, knowing that she could never do that. Riann continued down the halls, and as usual, no one met her gaze. Don't focus on them, Riann. She told herself, but small swirls of darkness crept up the walls of the palace and cracks of electricity popped in the halls.
