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  1. No thank you, it doesn't really fit in with the character's story.
  2. Ummm.. Later! Cuz my character's backstory includes escape, so it'll fit seamlessly if I happen upon you guys. :3
  3. Ooh,ooh! Me me me!!! This is from the archive, tell me if I need to edit it. YOUR USER NAME: Surreptitious WOO! YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME: Allison (No last name) YOUR CHARACTER'S SEX: Female DATE YOU CREATED THIS CHARACTER: 10/22/11 YOUR CHARACTER'S CLASS/JOB: Student YOUR CHARACTER'S SPECIES: Shapeshifter YOUR CHARACTER'S AGE: 9 BACKSTORY: Allison grew up in a communist society where the government heavily enforces the segregation between ordinary humans and those with powers. Because every child was created by a birthmother (one who is assigned the job of giving birth) and assigned to each parent, no one receives a last name, just a number. Because Allison was the only Allison in her community, she did not receive a number. After the government discovered her abilities as a shape-shifter, Allison was sent to live in the High Community and attend the High School (no pun intended) for Gifted Individuals. Being very intelligent but particularly immature for her age, Allison used what little she knew of her abilities to escape the school, and community, in search of adventures like she saw in her fairytale books. YOUR CHARACTER'S ABILITIES: a)Physical:Assumes the physical abilities of whatever shape Allison currently posseses. In her natural shape, a 9 year old girl, she is obviously very physically weak. b)Magical:Allison can shape-shift easily into any breathing creature she sees in front of her (like, not a picture) and a limited variety of pre-memorized creatures. She has not yet learned how to assume the identity of a PARTICULAR creature, so she cannot yet assume the identity of a PARTICULAR human. She continues to learn as she grows. c)Other: YOUR CHARACTER'S STRENGTHS:Fast learner, can shapeshift into any basic creature without seeing it and into any creature before her if it's anatomy is not too complex (like she couldn't just become a king dragon, she'd end up turning into a significantly weaker, make-shift version of such). YOUR CHARACTER'S WEAKNESSES:Immature, Bad at morphing back into herself, has an issue of slipping into a consciousness of the creature she assumes the shape of if stayed that way for a long time CHARACTER WAS LAST EDITED ON: 10/22/2011 Physical Appearance: Smooth white skin, big green eyes, long, straight red hair. Nine years old (So short and prepubescent) Personality: Stubborn, loves adventure, likes making new friends, prone to tantrums (which can be violent in nature considering her abilities), smart, insanely immature, very loud and outgoing
  4. Oh. Okay, well, I tried to make it vague but I'll make it a LITTLE bit easier to understand. Thanks for putting so much effort into editing this!
  5. Thanks for the advice! And nothing literally happened to her. It was an allegory, obviously not meant to be realistic. :3 Thanks for the other comments though, I will definitely use your advice! <3 PS: I'm only fourteen, so I really appreciate being called a good writer
  6. Oh my gosh, I REALLY like this story!! I don't like the ending Why does she have to be so sad?? He's fate! He should be pwning her sadness!! Why can't he know her name?? ASDFGHJKL; WHYYYY
  7. YOUR USER NAME: Surreptitious WOO! YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME: Allison (No last name) YOUR CHARACTER'S SEX: Female DATE YOU CREATED THIS CHARACTER: 10/22/11 YOUR CHARACTER'S CLASS/JOB: Student YOUR CHARACTER'S SPECIES: Shapeshifter YOUR CHARACTER'S AGE: 9 BACKSTORY: Allison grew up in a communist society where the government heavily enforces the segregation between ordinary humans and those with powers. Because every child was created by a birthmother (one who is assigned the job of giving birth) and assigned to each parent, no one receives a last name, just a number. Because Allison was the only Allison in her community, she did not receive a number. After the government discovered her abilities as a shape-shifter, Allison was sent to live in the High Community and attend the High School (no pun intended) for Gifted Individuals. Being very intelligent but particularly immature for her age, Allison used what little she knew of her abilities to escape the school, and community, in search of adventures like she saw in her fairytale books. YOUR CHARACTER'S ABILITIES: a)Physical:Assumes the physical abilities of whatever shape Allison currently posseses. In her natural shape, a 9 year old girl, she is obviously very physically weak. b)Magical:Allison can shape-shift easily into any breathing creature she sees in front of her (like, not a picture) and a limited variety of pre-memorized creatures. She has not yet learned how to assume the identity of a PARTICULAR creature, so she cannot yet assume the identity of a PARTICULAR human. She continues to learn as she grows. c)Other: YOUR CHARACTER'S STRENGTHS:Fast learner, can shapeshift into any basic creature without seeing it and into any creature before her if it's anatomy is not too complex (like she couldn't just become a king dragon, she'd end up turning into a significantly weaker, make-shift version of such). YOUR CHARACTER'S WEAKNESSES:Immature, Bad at morphing back into herself, has an issue of slipping into a consciousness of the creature she assumes the shape of if stayed that way for a long time CHARACTER WAS LAST EDITED ON: 10/22/2011 Physical Appearance: Smooth white skin, big green eyes, long, straight red hair. Nine years old (So short and prepubescent) Personality: Stubborn, loves adventure, likes making new friends, prone to tantrums (which can be violent in nature considering her abilities), smart, insanely immature, very loud and outgoing
  8. Hi guys! I have to write a short story for literature class, and I've had the most monumental case of writer's block I've ever had for the past few weeks, so this has been quite a challenge for me. It turned out pretty bad, LOL. Anyways, I decided to settle for an allegory. I was hoping that you guys could read my story, and help me out!! Basically what I'm looking for is.. A title (It shouldn't just be cool! It should have significance relative to the story. Like the story "Jane" is about a girl who's anything but ordinary.) Words that can be replaced with better words ([d]mysterious[/d] enigmatic) If I'm doing a good job with themes and motifs and whatnot and suchforth General constructive criticism! I would REALLY love your help guys, from what I've seen, Amaranthia is filled with AMAZING writers! Thank you!!! PS: Keep in mind this is an allegory.. Tell me if it's too vague. LOL -- She woke up silently and without movement, staring at the pink and white lace that was draped very particularly over her large, canopy bed as she began to level her breathing. She sat up and looked down, stroking the silken sheets with one hand as she tucked the golden hair which had fallen loosely over one shoulder behind her ear with the other. She sat like that for quite some time, studying the population of glistening tears that was steadily growing on her little white feet. Soon she was not shaking, soon she was not whimpering, and soon, as she was overcome by her usual detachment, all motion ceased and she was as still as a glass doll. She allowed her body to begin it's morning routine, and followed it as it made it's way to the large, walk-in closet daddy had built her in June for her sixteenth birthday. She looked on indifferently as her feet slipped through her favourite pair of high-rise jeans and her hands adjusted the tight midriff blouse she had picked up during her last stay in Milan. She heard a familiar buzz, and hesitantly allowed her legs to make their way to the vanity, where her phone was brightly lit. She tried not to make eye contact with the mirror, but sometimes her body just did not behave. Her legs were long and lean, toned and tanned from volleyball. She had a rather large bust, matched almost in size by her hips, and the shirt she wore flaunted the contrast between these and her tiny little waist. Her lips were small and pink, though her upper lip was slightly larger which created a sort of pout that she did not mean to convey. Her smooth, flawless skin was pulled taut over her high cheekbones and defined chin. This created a sort of eerie perfection, like a porcelain mask. She snorted at this visual, and with a roll of her piercing blue eyes and a bat of her voluptuous lash, she dismissed the sight immediately, turning her attention back to her phone. Twenty-six new text messages and two voicemails. She went through this list rather quickly, multitasking between answering messages from people she did like with monosyllablic acts of recognition and ignoring messages from people she didn't while walking down two hallways and the spiral staircase which led to her own dining room. As she turned the corner and descended the last few steps, she saw daddy making funny faces at her little brother Benjamen, who was giggling madly in his high chair. "Morning, gorgeous! Sleep well?" Her father grinned. She forced out a smile, the pit of her stomach wrenching in disagreement. "Morning daddy. Hi, Benny-Boo." Her voice was soft and slightly sultry, though she did not mean for it to be. Benjamen screamed giddily at the mention of his own name. "What's for breakfast?" "Bacon and hash browns!" Her mother yelled past the swinging door that led to the kitchen. Her father laughed. "What she said." Breakfast went as usual. Her father entertained Benjamen while she and her mother discussed how excellently school was going and how the business was booming. It took all of her energy to assume her pleasant exterior, and once in awhile she would find herself choking back a tear or covering a whimper, like cracks in a picture frame. Soon they were in and out of the car, and the first bell rang for school to begin. Everyone greeted her when she walked into class. She smiled faintly and sat down in the least occupied area of the class, which quickly would become the most. She doodled unintelligible doodles through a clenched fist until people began to talk to her, at which point she receded farther into herself and allowed her body to, once again, continue with it's usual routine, like some twisted Sleeping Beauty. Within those fifty minutes, she had spoken to everyone. At lunch time, she and her best friends Stacy and Elysia sat at their usual table with whatever boys had fought for their limited seats that day. None of them interested her, though they all interested Stacy and Elysia. She never touched her food, and though she heard everything everyone said, she never listened. After school, everyone went to the local burger joint. Usually, she would easily come up with an explanation which would excuse her from this ordeal, but today she could think of nothing. Elated that she was coming along for once, her friends spoke and gossiped and questioned her in what she saw as some sort of fiendish interrogation. Pushed to the darkest catacombs of her mind, forced into a sickening state of meta-cognition, she closed her eyes, powerless to do otherwise. Hours later, she found herself standing at the top of Benji's Cliff, searching for the population of glistening tears which she saw falling into the chasm. She searched more frantically, the buzz of the restaurant fading as she gained concentration. Stacy nudged her gently. "Hey," she furrowed her brow at the lack of response. "You there?" An awkward silence filled the air, and everyone stared at her expectantly. Elysia picked up her chocolate milkshake and pointed it at her, as though it were an offering in return for some measure of normalcy. She heard nothing, entranced by her search for the tears. Suddenly, realisation hit her like a shotgun to the head, forcing her back into an attachment to something so inexplicably real and beyond reality that she found herself lurching forward, twisting her head in all directions searching for the small population of tears. Stacy began to shake her, unnerved by her friend's lack of response. "Hey, can you hear me? Hey!" She took another step forward, continuing her hysterical search, absorbed in her own warped denial at the futility of her efforts. The whole restaurant was silent, and people fidgeted out of nervous confusion. All eyes were on her and Stacy. "C'mon, I know you can hear me! Listen to me!" Stacy raised her voice until she found herself screaming. "Say, something! Emma!" Emma flung herself forward and over the cliff, eyes fixed on the bottom of the chasm as she continued to search for her tears. She fell silently, a snowflake in a desert, melted in the hot sand. -- THANKS GUYS WOOT
  9. Thanks!! This picture accidentally made me look good.. Like, I was supposed to be looking at the camera, and I was turning to look, then the picture was shot. LOL
  10. dawwwww thanks.. I wanna see pictures of you guys!! fgv43w5ewvasbfdbfd
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