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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
In an ancient land there lies a tower. Legend says that whoever can climb the tower is granted one wish. Any wish, wether it be rule the world or revive a lost loved one. The door has opened to those few brave who dare to enter and climb the dangerous tower.
Please be a polite Rper.
Name:
Age:
Bio:
Appearance:
Wish: (Optional or reveal throughout the story)
((May I?))
Name: Eyron Granados
Age: 18
Bio: Eyron grew up in the streets of Arbür, a small trading post village on the outskirts of the great city Támarin. He was an orphan, never staying long in one place. He learned to be quick on his feet, and fast with his mind, as there was no way for a young boy living on his own to survive, otherwise. He would only steal enough to get by, always leaving enough for the actual owner. He was taken in by a blacksmith at age 12, and has been a servant to the forge ever since. Armed with his trusty sword, Fénrir, Eyron has decided to climb the tower to heal his ailing mentor.
Appearance: Eyron is very tall and very muscular, from working so long at the forge. He is dark-skinned, with a long mane of black hair resting on his broad forehead. He is handsome, in a cruel, aloof, rugged way. He wears a leather workman's jacket, with a cloth tunic underneath. Draped across his back is his blade, Fénrir, the first sword he ever made. Simple, steel, and a plain hilt and guard, Fénrir is nothing special, but Eyron feels emotionally attached to it. He has leather boots, and his trousers are cotton. He looks the way one would expect a peasant to look- dirty, tired, and ready to fight.
Wish: Eyron's single wish is to restore health to his ailing mentor, Grimwald, and to bring him peace, wealth, and prosperity.
(Yeah)
Name: Jack Frost
Age: 20
Bio: Raised as a mercerenary, spy, and assassin Jack was taught everything from languages to killing to infiltration. He knew nothing but killing and had no feelings. Favors in dual weapons
Appearance: White hair, mid-height, electric blue eyes. Jack wears leather armour to move fast and attack fast.
Wish: Ever since his only love was killed, Jack wishes to bring her back and live a life with her.
((Sure, I'll start off then. People can join as we go along.))
Jack stumbled into the tower, "at last..." He wheezed, "I'm here..." I dropped against a wall and laughed. "I'm coming to revive you Rose." He put his head back against the wall, "but first I'm going to take a rest."
Eyron moved quickly, passing the sleeping Jack and sprinting towards the door. He had heard the Tower was alive. He didn't want to risk it.
Jack heard footsteps, some one was in a hurry. He opened his eye and saw Eyron. ((Wait do our characters know each other?))
((okay))
Jack shouted, "hey Eyron, you should get back, we'd be safer in... Numbers..." It seemed that Eyron just sprinted past Jack and was still running off. Jack sighed, "when can I get some rest." He got up and started running after Eyron, "Hey! Slow down what if there are some monsters waiting for us! It is a magical tower!" Jack shouted
Eyron ignored Jack and kept on walking. He could handly anything that came his way. If Jack wanted strength in numbers, he would have to catch up.
If anything it seemed like Eyron ran faster, Jack didn't know, he didn't care anyways, "Fine! Be that way!" Jack ran as fast as he could and soon reached Eyron, "I.. huff, I caught up you little," Jack didn't finish but instead kept on running. He noticed a pile of bones, "hey do you notice those bones?" Jack pointed out to Eyron.
Eyron looked back, and saw the remnants, bleached white from age and weather. "Yeah," he said, panting. "What do you think it was?"
"Hopefully we won't find out, the tower looked small from outside... But I think it's enchanted to be more than a hundred floors." Jack said.
Eyron looked back at Jack. "C ould be." He replied. Could be. He sprinted forward, and saw a set of stairs. "Hey, this way!" He shouted.
Jack followed Eyron, "yeah, I'm coming. Just wait up." He followed Jack.
