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((OK, since Trance isn't coming, does anyone want to take a second character before I do it?))

((You guys still here?))

[[I am... I had a question though, can I switch my character from the light to the touch?]]

((That's fine Leo!))

(( Sorry for the deadness. Schoolwork an' stuff.))

Name:
Joy Jonsyn ( Or J.J.)

Age: 15

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Joy has skin the color of deep caramel and her black hair reaches down to her
hips. She has heterochromia: the left is an olive green and the right is hazel,
normally seen like a gold color. Her eyes always have a wild sort of look, even
though it takes a lot to drive her crazy. She has a petite figure, standing at
4 feet eight inches. Joy prefers to wear comfortable clothing.

 Personality: Joy is very sensitive towards
other people's feelings, and this often prevents her from sticking up for
herself. She is not quick to make friends, as she never knows how to start a
decent conversation with strangers, but once she makes friends, she will be
very close to them. Even though she does not find it necessary to defend
herself, she will always be there for her friends. She often seems to have some
sort of comforting warmth about her, visible in her body language and her soft voice.

History:
Joy was born to white parents, so whenever around strangers she gets very
anxious about what their reaction might be. Nonetheless, her parents love her
as they would any other child, and she has had a pretty much average childhood. She has one older brother named Mark.

 Gift:
The TOUCH 

 

((Sorry, Leo, guess we're going to have to leave it as is. I'll get the intro up next post!))

   "Ama," called the creaky old voice from the front room, "Come and build up the fire, dear!" Sighing, Amarell tore herself away from the back window where she watched the snow fall.

   "Coming, Grandmother!" she called back. She moved absently into the
other room, stocking the fire without really thinking about what she was
 doing. Her mind was on the snow. Already four inches lay on the frozen
ground, and still the snow fell. It was unusual, to say the least. It
rarely ever snowed, and when it did, it was never much. Amarell stirred
the massive kettle of stew that hung over the fire and tasted it before
moving off to another corner of the room, where dried herbs hung in
bunches from the rafters. She snipped a few sprigs of parsley, gathered a
 few more rosemary leaves, before turning around and realizing that the
Old Crone had taken out her Runes. "What are they saying, Grandmother?"
she asked, moving quickley to season the stew. The old woman gave her a
somber look.

   "The Winter King plans to kill the Summer Queen." Amarell looked up sharply.

   "What, Grandmother? You can't mean that!" the girl exclaimed, rushing to the table to see the Runes. The Old Crone nodded.

   "I do. Look around you, girl! The signs are everywhere!" wildly, the
withered hands gestured around the room, indicating the world in
general.

   "The snow..." Amarell said slowly, continuing at the Crone's nod.
"The livestock? But we thought that was wolves... which have not been
seen in these parts in almost a hundred years..." she trailed off, her
mind spinning with the implications. Everyone had heard the legends.
Every year, the Summer Queen and the Winter King battled over the right
to rule the world. Nither one ever won, due the interfereance of the
Goddess and her Horned King. Thinking back over the past months, she
realized that the fall had been harsher than she ever remembered. "What
has happened to the Goddess and the Horned King?" she asked.

   "At the Horned King's dying time, the Winter King attacked. The
Goddess has been cast into slumber, and the new Horned King will not be
declared until Beltaine." Every year, the Horned King sacrificed himself
 for the land, to gaurentee the land's fertility. If the Winter King had
 indeed attacked then... Oh Goddess...

   "What can we do, Grandmother? How can we defeat him?" Amarell asked,
afraid to know the answer to the question. It was several long moments
before the old woman replied.

   "There are six. Six between the age of induction and the age of majority." A wrinkled hand reached out to caress Ama's face. "You, my child, hold the gift of knowing. The others, the Song, the Word, the Touch, the Act and the Light, will find their way to me soon. Then, you will go on a journey to find the Goddess and stop the Winter King." Amarell pulled back from the Old Crone, utterly confused.
   "I don't understand!" she cried. "What..." the old woman raised her finger to the girl's lips, silencing her.
   "Hush child. They will arrive here soon, and I will tell you more."

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[[If it helps, Ty is posting, but. Not right after you. |D Once some more people've posted she will.
/utterweirdo/]]