Name: Thorodan Age: 26 Gender: Male Sect: shaper Job: Shaper Physical desc.: Tall, attractive, thin man, somewhat muscular(average), long hair tied back into a ponytail personality: Very charming, quick thinker, determined, generous/kind Bio: Raised up with stories of Sucia island, passed down from generation to generation in his family, about a mysterious machine his great great grandfather, a powerful shaper, had helped develop only helped to fuel the curiosity of Thorodan when flying over the island on the Drayk. He was raised proper, a gentleman, highly educated in shaper magic, not only in his own sect but also minor education of other sect's magics some of which he learned by paying attention to fine detail while watching them. What do you want me to do with him: (?) Other: (?)
Name: Alexis Quercus Age: 24 Gender:F Sect: Rebel Job: Infiltrator Physical desc.: very thin, blond hair, hazel eyes, personality: Deceptive, Friendly, Curious Bio:She was raised in a powerful family of Shapers, and almost feels obligated to be a good Shaper. Sadly, she never was good at Shaping for one reason or another, and her family, highly renowned among the Shapers, shunned her from society as to cover up their little... mistake. She managed to escape with his newfound spellcasting abilities, and now roams free, searching for a teacher and a purpose. ' Lone Rider without a Cause'. What do you want me to o with him: I don't care much >.> Other: none.
Name: Hyper M. Nest Age: 19 Gender: Female Sect: Shaper Job: Agent Physical description: Tall and Asian-looking. Long dark brown hair. Pretty, but muscly. Also; never uses makeup. NEVAH! personality: Highly intelligent, sarcastic, cynical, realistic, and vulgar. When she's speaking to someone important she can tone it down. She can also lie very well and has zero conscience. She can become anything she wants, can pretend to be anything as well. Coldly determined but selfish. She's also very secretive. Disgusted by most of the people around her, but covers it up. Bio: This is an unknown mystery, and she keeps it to herself. What do you want me to o with him: Make her...important. And awesome. Lol, but seriously. Make her an important piece of the story, maybe she can become less evil over time, and then I don't mind if she dies when she turns good. But if she stays evil, she has to live. It's your choice if she turns good or stays evil. Other: Highly skilled with weapons and martial arts.
people in my story (for my reference)
don't expect to understand it in the beginning
Chapter 1:
It was a chilly night a few miles outside of dillime,a shaper city, Alexis was waiting in a rebel safe house for the rebel caravan she got impatient very impatient it's been a few hours past their intended arrival time and they still aren't here. meanwhile in dillame Thordan was practicing making a charged fyora (a small lizard about 3 feet tall can spit globs of fire at enemies),making a fyora charged was hard to keep it from exploding, he tried and yet again failed bits of fyora coating the walls he angrily stormed off in search of his servant Jeorge "Jeorge get over here!" he yelled echoing through his mansion (as a Shaper they are well respected they get the best homes in the city), Jeorge ran up to him in a crisp robe "what will it be sir!" he said cheerfully ,though on the inside he hated it, "yes i need you to clean the mess up i need to go to the keep" Thordan commanded "right away sir!" he ran off for a towel Thordan went outside and walked up to the guarded door the guards gracefully and in unison stepped away and led him in. Hyper inside the keep getting orders from general Alwan ,the head of the Shaper army, General Alwan says in a very powerful booming voice "Ah yes hyper my trusted Agent i need you to do a very sensitive mission for me" he lowers his voice acting as if it would keep it unheard in these echoing halls "i need you to seek out a rebel safe house where they come and resupply to the journey to their hidden supply base you need to take whoever is there hostage and interrogate them for information" Hyper replied "yes sir right away sir!" then she scampered off to look for clues to the whereabouts of the safe house
Alexis pulled out her steel dagger and muttered a few words. she then shot a glob of acid out of her dagger (most spells need something as an in between from the body to the world it's usually a favored weapon) it hit it's mark the Thahd screamed "PUNY HUMAN, YOU USE COWARD SPELLS! ARGHH!" he then jerked around and got it out of his eyes,but still burning him up,he went after her brought up his fists and smashed them down. she rolled out of the way and jumped on him stabbing her dagger at his head his thick skull padded him but her stabs got through opening his skull like a can.
Thordan exited the keep out of town he then saw a Wingbolt (a creation the size of a horse that flies it also has a tail full of poison and can spit pure energy at enemies). He mounted it he knew that where he was going was far away but it didn't matter as the amazing speed of the Wingbolt will get him there in mere minutes. After the trip he flew over the town to see the soldiers were defending against an attack by rogues. But sadly the Wingbolt wasn't shaped to attack he was made quickly and would soon disintegrate back to pure essence within a few hours. he then absorbed it (absorbing a creation was a process of bringing the essence from a creation back to you) and jumped down to the ground.
Hyper walked around the fields of Dillame seeing the usual attacks on the farmers she chose against helping the person over there jumping on the thahd had it covered. She went deeper to see a servile (a short 5 foot tall creation meant as slaves to do menial or boring tasks or even dangerous) outside a camp of Shaper warriors he stood in knee deep mud and greeted people warning them of the mines ahead blocking the path (mines come in many different kinds this case they are small round organic creations with a small tentacle on it when it targets someone the tentacle flails wildly in its direction and explodes). When she ignored the poor servile and headed deeper into a dark forest she heard a rustle in the bushes and looked over hand at her bronze short sword then she say a roamer jump knocking her down.
and again hyper your welcome to grammar nazify this
