Audition!~ TimeLord ^^
Name/Nickname: Niki Silveria
Age: 16
Role Playing Experience:
Favorite Genres: Fantasy, mostly Medieval magic based
Rate yourself: 4 (ish) maybe 5
Training, Break, Leaving?: Probably I will take a break and try again later
Application: First Official one
Recruited by (if applicable): Saxon
Anything else?: I prefer to write in third person rather than first, but that's about it. Hope you enjoy my intros.
Intro #1: The once bright, sunlit room was now dowsed in the soft yellow light of the fanciful whale-oil lamps that stuck their rotund glass out
from the highly decorated, marble walls. The deep red cloth that swung from the finely furnished room's roman columns where now nearly invisible in
the deepening dark. Threatening, dark clouds gathered in the midnight air and had begun pouring their misery down from the sky a short while ago.
The party, however, was still in full swing, with hardly any of the brightly costumed and masked guests having taken to their rooms in the upper
stories of the grand mansion. Brightly patterned peacocks and jokers danced to the finest in music in the great hall, following the floors concentric
circles. It was said that one end of the great marble hall could not be seen if one stood at the other.
I had just seen to it that two of the master's rather lavish guests had been situated in rooms of their own for the night, and was ready to make my
way down the gold-railed, twined marble stairs. Halfway down its entirety the oak doors, twelve feet tall as the monolithic tree that was felled in
its making, swung open to a crack of lightning. Thunder like the roar of a great beast announced the entry of a water-soaked individual and a great
amount of that which covered him splashed across the smooth floor.
The man, for he was, who walked into the room, seemed to have walked out of the night itself. His shoulder length raven hair hung strait, water
dripping off of the tapered ends. His dark cloak, hood swung back, slid across the floor, midnight striding among the day. His face was shallow, and
his brown, were they black?, eyes scanned the room in the matter of a hunted animal.
The guests, startled by his appearance, had stopped their merry making to stare, but mutters began to circulate in the manner that the rich are wont
to do.
“Who is he?” Said one, a portly man in the corner of the room. This sparked a full fledged conversation, enough of a distraction for me to slip
myself in by the bedraggled man.
“Pardon the guests, you have come at a party. May I help you in any way?”
He glanced my way, but looked away so fast I could hardly wonder if he had indeed looked. That one was enough still to send a shiver down my
spine.
“I must speak with your master.”
I had expected a gruff or scratchy voice from his appearance, but his voice was smooth and carried an edge like a knife. Startled I answered,
“Well...indeed. He is in the parlor, but if I may ask you to...”
He pushed his way past me, and started towards the back of the room, towards the parlor. The guests in their fine facades stopped all conversation as
he swept past and they parted swiftly to let him. The stranger's night cloak switched the ground behind him, betraying his impatience.
I think to myself now what would have happened had I refused him.
Intro #2: "Some have said that in the middle of the Pacific is an island. Of course, one may think that there are many islands in the Pacific,
and they would be right. However, this island cannot be found, even if you think you know where it is..."
A man across the room laughed at the story the old man was telling, and his fellows joined with him, laughing even more uproariously when the
man's face clouded over. Someone else, a young man, enters the bar and takes a seat near the barman.
"A drink if you please man. Anything really." he says.
The old man looks over hopefully at the young man and moves over closer to him.
"A true story this is. Never any truer I could swear i 'er heard."
The men at the table laugh.
"Don't listen to him boy. He's nothing but an old drunkard. Come here everyday with the same story, don't ya old man? Yeah, hes a crazy one
alright." The one speaking made a face, restarting the laughter.
The old man looked as if he had been poleaxed.
"You'll believe me right young man? I have to have someone believe. It's a true story."
The young man gets his drink and shrugs, nodding for the man to tell his story. If nothing else, it was something to take up the time. He signaled
for another drink for the old man.
Smiling, the man took his drink and nodded for a few seconds, as if trying to recall his story. Then he began.
"There is an island, in the middle of the Pacific it is said, that cannot be found. It is smothered in mist and mystery and magic. The
inhabitants at first glance may look to be inferior to any race living today, but in reality, they are so much greater. They, able to harness the
magic that we have lost for so long, were able to create this island, this fortress. Once and awhile, ships go missing, never to be found. Sunk in
wars perhaps, or pirates were the first guesses. But I know, I know what really happened to those sailors and those ships.
"You see, the entire island is surrounded by the hardest and thickest reefs to be found in this world. Those ships, they ran into those reefs
there, sink a ship in two seconds they could, and did. Many died to be sure, when those ships sank. But a few managed to make their way to the shores
of the island."
Here the old man shook his head and took a long swig of his drink. Wiping his hand across his mouth, he continued.
"Technology there isn't what it is here you know. They've been separated, stuck in a time both more advanced than our own, and one less
advanced than that of the medieval ages. The natives teach the survivors of shipwrecks their magic, and make them one of them. Many have tried to
escape of course, thinking of anything from family to profit adventures."
The old man took another long swig of his liqueur, finishing it off and he set it down on the bar and stood up. He nodded and moved off toward the
door. He turns around before he leaves the room however, and a sour look comes onto his face.
"Yeah, but they're all fools. Those reefs work both ways, there is no way off of the island..."
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posted on 10-3-2010 at 11:35 PM
