Dusk yawened, showing rows of sharp teeth that had appreared during the expiriment. She flicked out her tongue and tasted the air as if she was a snake. She was blind, so of course her other senses were heightened, but she was wierd for the expiriment on her had backfired and now she swore she could hear the trees speaking to her in their whispy voices. She clutched her head in agony as a headache took hold of her and she fell to the floor, tears streeming out of her eyes. It ended as suddenly as it had come and she wiped her eyes. Tears are a weakness. She thought.

She stared around, she had no one, there was no one who wanted her and there was no one who would ever want her. She had no memory, no family, and no friends. If she did before the expiriment, she didn't remember them, her memory was gone and the headaches made sure it stayed that way. Whenever she tried to think of her past and remembered even a glimpse of it, the headache would come and interuppt her thoughts...

ooc:// Fantastic introductions so far, everyone! I'll post mine very soon.

Winterisis- Character accepted; I'll addhim to the list!

ooc:// Here are my character introductions:

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It was cold; an odd thing due to the fact that King Nikifor's palace was sitting at the foot of an active volcano. Everyone was collecting extra blankets and firewood, along with bartering for goods of which they could store. But the streets were silent, except for the occasional whisper. The malevolent tyrant that Kaizer's people had to call 'King' had ordered soldiers on every street corner, near every house, and in unexpected places so that the people would 'stay in line'. This also meant that the people lived in utter fear; afraid that at any moment the soldiers––bloodthirsty beasts––would strike.

But one person was willing to do whatever it took to obtain freedom, and was acting upon that goal as the moon appeared. Dressed in a dark cloak, a figure glided across the cracked pavement with ease. No one had ever seen this person except for the King. And when he did, Nikifor would unleash every bit of wrath in his body upon Na'vaté Dyhearte, his esteemed alchemist, until there was no more wrath left. This abuse had begun when Na'vaté was only twelve; the day she had been captured by the king's men and thrown into a world of violence and captivity. Nikifor's objective was to take over the world using the girl's incredibly advanced alchemy, and if Na'vaté refused or disobeyed, a member of her family would be killed. When there were no remaining relatives, he would use torture to get his way.

Na'vaté felt terrible for leaving her good friend and apprentice, Camarina, to fend for herself, but she had no choice. The King had been on one of his rampages the night before, and all that rage came down upon Na'vaté in the form of torture and abuse. Fresh wounds still leaked blood as the alchemist ran down the streets, causing her immense pain. But she couldn't stop––she wouldn't let Nikifor prevail.

((Hey everyone!

I thought that I would let everyone know that I'm going on a trip for the weekend.  I'm going to a pretty remote place, so I highly doubt that I will be able to log on.  I'll be gone for about five days, so I'll be back around the 30th.

See you then!

~Lola))

ooc:// Lola - sound fine. We shall await your return!

ashdog - It's great you're back!

LETS GET POSTING!

ooc:// I feel that people don't really want to participate in this roleplay. Now, i can understand when people go places where they cannot access the internet, but people that decide to join yet never post really urks me.

So here me out:

IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS ROLEPLAY, THEN YOU NEED TO TELL ME FIRST. Otherwise I'll just delete your character from the list and not let you participate.

This may seem rash, but I'm tired of this. Seriously, people. POST!

Ash sat around. She trys not too use alchemy too much, because of the effect that followed. But that isnt to say she never used it.

((Fail XD)) 

Rays of golden sun danced in patterns across the floor of Cain's bedchamber, finding holes in the curtain to run through. Feeling the warmth of the light tickle his face, one of the boy's eyes flickered open, searching for the source of the heat. It was a pleasant feeling, one which the boy was inclined to wake for, standing and scratching his shoulder absent-mindedly, then scolding himself remembering the large wound on it. He opened the curtains with a sweeping movement of his arms, looking out on Marah, the sun peeking over the horizon. A smile played upon Cain's lips as he crossed his arms, leaning on them and watching the cities begin to come to life.

These things that he saw, they were what inspired Cain to train to be an alchemist, even if using his powers had side affects. Becoming an alchemist would allow the peace in Marah to expand, unlike the others who want their unrest and destruction to spread. He sighed heavily, turning his back to the window and staring at his feet, then grabbing a white shirt to cover his body and pulling a pair of pants on over his underwear. Cain grinned and swung the door open, glancing back only for a moment at the slightly-tidied room before he galloped off down the hall, stopping abruptly at the kitchen, head slamming into the large wooden door. "Ahhh..." He rubbed his head slowly where it had hit into the entry to the chef's domain, forgetting the pain as he opened the door, slipping into the heated room silently. It was one of the small pleasures he had to watch those whom cooking inspired at work, their delicate and percise movements like notes in a symphony. Hopefully, Auburn knew him well enough that the country's alchemist could find him there in the kitchen when she needed him.

((I do hope that's enough to show I want to roleplay here. I'm really sorry that I couldn't post sooner, it's just that my life has been hectic and full, and I'm about to leave again. This summer is really busy.))

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Guys, this post is in hopes of keeping this roleplay going, but I doubt it will.

Just be blunt; do you want to continue this roleplay?