Character Castle 2.0
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I don’t know if this Castle is still active since Calidris made Room B, but if it is, I’m going to pull Quin and Qatar and Fedor out, and put in a new character.
Name: Isella Aumardel, Princess of Archendale (pronunciation: AH-mar-dell)
Height: 5’7″
Appearance: She’s tall and very slim, with waist-length strawberry blonde hair which she wears in a braid. (A deep and rich strawberry blonde, almost bordering on auburn.) She has sea grey-green eyes and a small nose and is uncommonly pretty in a fresh way, not your usual princess snob way.
Brief facts: She has a complicated connection to Time. When she’s interacting with time her hands glow with a white-yellow light. She can stop it for a minute (and maybe bend it, but I have NO idea how that would work), and she can feel every single person who is entering or leaving time. So, she’s constantly feeling these tremor things, and when something huge happens, like Hitler’s death camps, or the sinking of the Titanic, she becomes overwhelmed and has a sort of attack.
She didn’t expect to be a princess and doesn’t want it, but all the other heirs “disappeared”. She’s betrothed against her will to the son of the murderer. Through very complicated circumstances, she can neither go through with the marriage nor break it off on pain of death.
Personality: Naturally rather lighthearted, but has become extremely sad and lonely and rather anxious, because of all the events of the past few months, but instead of crushing her, they have lent her a certain grim strength. She enjoys all things outdoors and is a moderately good archer, but not at all a tomboy.
Do y’all think it would be more interesting if she appeared in all her royal robes or disguised as a man with a bow and arrow?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comI don’t know if this Castle is still active since Calidris made Room B, but if it is, I’m going to pull Quin and Qatar and Fedor out, and put in a new character.
Yep, it’s still active! I’m going to finish writing my characters sometime soon, and then I’m going to drop in Mejt!
Oh wow, I love Isella already! I love her ability, that’s facinating!
Do y’all think it would be more interesting if she appeared in all her royal robes or disguised as a man with a bow and arrow?
Honestly, I love both ideas! I think royal robes would get the most reaction out of the other characters but she might feel more uncomfortable that way.
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
Do y’all think it would be more interesting if she appeared in all her royal robes or disguised as a man with a bow and arrow?
Royal robes, definitely. I think it’ll be much more interesting (and funny) if she shows up to a dragon in a dress.
She has a complicated connection to Time. When she’s interacting with time her hands glow with a white-yellow light. She can stop it for a minute (and maybe bend it, but I have NO idea how that would work), and she can feel every single person who is entering or leaving time. So, she’s constantly feeling these tremor things, and when something huge happens, like Hitler’s death camps, or the sinking of the Titanic, she becomes overwhelmed and has a sort of attack.
Whew, that poor girl! That’s an interesting ability/power.
@rose-colored-fancy @inkhorn Thanks! I’m really nervous about writing her, b/c I’ve never done anything with her before (never seen her, never taken her out to lunch or even coffee…)
Yeah, “poor girl” is right Inkhorn! She has so many problems…This oughta be really fun!
Quin/Qatar/Fedor
The brothers started toward Niarok, who lay motionless on top of the body of his sister. The burnt smell grew stronger as they came closer, and Quin struggled to keep the flashbacks away. His wooden leg tapped against the floor in the silence. Qatar glanced at him. For the first time in months Quin could read the thoughts behind those eyes again.
Me too, Little Brother. Keep it up.
Qatar clenched his fist at his side. Quin smiled. I’ll try.
But I’m not as strong as you are, he added to himself. Another glance at Qatar told him Qatar had heard that last thought, and was disagreeing. He mouthed, “that’s what you think” Quin elbowed him in the ribs and Qatar only grinned.
A moment later both their smiles vanished. They were standing over Niarok and Yila. Locran stood nearby, and one glance at him told Quin he had been right: inside Locran was crumbling. On the outside his face was hard and pale.
Quin looked at his brother. Qatar shrugged as if to say, There’s nothing you can do. It hurts like blazes, and both of us know it.
Quin felt his shoulder wrenched back, found himself facing Fedor. “So you’ll just go away and leave me, then?” He spoke in Colondite, and Qatar elbowed him.
“What’s he saying?”
“He thinks we left him”, he whispered in Vegatian. He turned back to Fedor and switched to Colondite. “No. But you’re no different than the rest of us here. You’ll eat what we eat, sleep when we can, and fight when we have to fight.”
Fedor’s arm shot up, and Qatar stepped forward to catch it. Quin started to duck. None of their actions were ever finished. With a roar like thunder and the rising sea, another dragon, black this time, and breathing blue fire, rose from the depths of the cave.
“Wonderful!” Qatar bent and picked up Niarok’s bow and the arrow he’d let fall from the string.
“Does this one have captives, too?” Quin gripped a knife, and looked around for something more suitable.
Fedor swore, and ducked behind them.
“Welcome, visitors!” No one could tell if the snakelike his were from the dragon, the Castle, or their own fears.
As the black beast rose, he shot flame from his nostrils, kindling torches that lined the walls.Even as they were lit, his rising bulk blocked their pale light from the view of the little group of people that stared at the dragon in wonder, grief, terror, and awe.
Some people shuddered at the voice, as though it brought with it terrible memories.
Quin tightened his grip on the knife. It must have been the Castle. I don’t think…
There was no time to think. In the corner, just visible behind the brute, was chained a woman. No one could see her face, and they weren’t given time to look. The great tail wound about her body, trapping her in from them. If any of them killed the dragon, his death convulsions would almost certainly crush her.
Quin and Qatar looked at each other.
“We need to get her free while someone distracts it,” Quin said.
“Can you do it alone?” Qatar notched the arrow on the bow. From behind them someone motioned to them to go. whether it was Locran or Ruan, Kahlon, Liorah, neither of them paused to look. The person got ready to fight, sending them off together to free the captive.
They started at a run, along the lefthand side of the cave, into the shadows.
“There’s some rocky, cave-like stuff up there,” Quin panted.
“Good,” was his brother’s only answer.
Fedor was just behind them, determined that if they should escape, he would find the way out with them.
All at once the floor beneath them crumbled and there was light. They were blinded for a moment, then they began to see. First Alcor prison and Fedor’s house in Colondai, then their own home and Hakan’s camp.
“What–”
“Quin!”
“Where?”
Fedor shrieked. Then everything was silent.
The castle had disappeared, and they were lying together on the grass next to the little stream, watching the willow dangle his branches in the gurgling water.
Fedor was gone. “It’s good to be rid of that devil,” Qatar told no one in particular.
Quin rolled over. “Qatar.”
He grunted.
“What do you suppose will happen to that girl–the captive, I mean.”
“I suppose she’ll get rescued. Things always manage to turn out right, in the end, don’t they, Little Brother?”
Quin nodded. “Probably.”
“I will miss that other one, though. What’s her name? Ev…Ev…No, now it’s gone.”
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.com@everyone: you maybe guessed, but Isella is the other dragon’s captive. She currently has her hair in a part braid, so it’s mostly long, and is dressed in a shimmery silver-grey dress with batwing sleeves and a little train. the insides of the sleeves and places where the skirt is drawn back (idk the technical name) is royal blue. She also has a huge royal blue sash. she has a coronet thing made out of silver leaves and studded with pearl and diamond, and a pearl necklace. On her wrist is a curious bracelet: sturdy chain that can’t be unfastened and on the chain an engagement ring.
I’ll write her post in a while.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comIsella
Isella opened her eyes and blinked. It hadn’t changed much: the world was almost as black with her eyes open as it was with them closed.
Where am I?
She tried to turn her head to look around, and memory came pounding back, through her temples and all across her limbs. They were stiff with the fall and the tussle. She shuddered at the memory of the dragon’s hideous eyes, and the steaming, fiery reek that had enveloped her a moment before she had fainted.
Stupid thing to do.
A piece of her hair was dangling in her face, sticky with sweat and ticklish. She tried to raise her hand to move it aside, but her hand would hardly move against the weight that held it down. A clanking noise in the darkness by her wrist told her what it was.
Chains; of course it is. It’s a dragon, after all.
They had always been in the legends and myths she had loved as a child, but she had never wanted to be inside one. She bent her head down to her hand and pushed the hair behind her ear. It was wet and a little gritty, and she tried hard not to think what the rest of her hair would look like.
She looked around, but nothing but blackness met her eyes. She strained her ears, hopping for any sound of her horse nearby. I hope he hasn’t…eaten him…
She pushed the thought away with a hopeful breath, but the only thing she could smell was the dragon’s hot sweat and the smell of musty gold.
Cirian would have to make his four-footed way by himself. “I hope–” she muttered, and shook herself. Now’s not the time to cry. She bit her lip; it was bleeding. She let her shoulders sag, her arms weighed down by the weight of the shackles.
Suddenly, directly in front of her, the blackness started to move. She froze. The stench of dragon breath grew stronger, and flares of blue fire punctuated the blackness.
“Welcome, visitors!” The great snake hissed. A rage of blue fire almost blinded her, and torches all along the cavern flared to life, as if the dragon were a king, inviting guest to a banquet.
Isella shivered. It will be a banquet, I’ll be served instead of waited on.
A thought struck her. It said guests.
She strained her eyes. At the far end of the cavern she could see a group of people, their faces pallid in the reeking light. They’d seen her.
“No!” She mouthed the word. She wanted to shout it, but that would only draw the dragon’s attention to them. Two, no, three broke away from the crowd and started along the righthand wall, coming toward her. The others stood to face the dragon. For the first time she saw the body of a huge red dragon lying on the ground in front of her captor.
How did I not notice that before?
Suddenly, the dragon’s tail wrapped around her chest and she was hauled to her feet. She wrinkled her nose. The snake-like coils stank. They were warm to the touch, and she started sweating again.
Her vision knocked together and the cavern swirled in blue and black lights by the corners of her eyes. I hope Cirian got away. She tried to breath, but the smell of burning dragon sweat choked her, and her chest heaved. She could feel her eyes rolling back, and fought to stay on this side of consciousness.
My head already hurts from fainting the first time.
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@those characters I mentioned or someone who’d like to claim the parts. IDK if she fainted. It’s up to whoever interacts with her next, me or one of you. 🙂
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comI’ll try to write something else soon! I just really, really can’t think of what my characters would do next XD
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
that’s okay! I did that with Quin and Qatar, too. I could always drop her into Room B. 😀
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comHere’s Isella. The picture is too young, and she doesn’t have that much hair, but you get the idea. Aand, her hair looks much more brown on the screen than it does irl…soooo, take it for what it is, Ig. At least it’s a pretty picture.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comOh, I love that picture! That’s how I pictured her too!
Also, this is post 2000!!! WE DID IT Y’ALL!!!!
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
yay, I’m glad.
Woah, are we good or what? 2000 posts is…crazy.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comIsella
Someone in the group of people began to move. Slowly, at first, then quicker. He was a tall man, and from what she could see in the plaid light, very handsome. A long coat swayed around his ankles. Behind him trailed another man. shorter and less intelligent looking, his eyes glued to the tall one, following his every motion like a puppy.
Isella felt herself swaying in and out of consciousness. The dragon tightened his hold, and hissed at the man that was coming for her. Then suddenly, he vanished. Isella blinked.
I’m fainting again.
In another instant he reappeared at her side. Blackness pummeled the edges of her vision, but through the mist she could see another man moving. He was tall, taller even than the first, and dressed in some sort of armor they didn’t have in Archendale. He trained a light on the dragon, piercing it’s blue eye. The huge beast blinked and wavered.
A noise like thunder tore through the cave, splitting her aching head. The dragon reeled–he’d been hit. The pressure on Isella’s lungs became almost unbearable. She choked, gasping for air.
The man beside her was doing something, quickly. If he had been any other man, she would have thought it was almost frantically, but this man’s movements had nothing of desperation about them. He was working on cutting the dragon’s tail.
Isella shuddered. It might save her life, but it would make a mess. sight and memory swirled.
Blue fire gushed from the dragon’s mouth, engulfing the armored man. Isella wanted to scream, but there was no air left. The tail that was surrounding her convulsed, drawing tighter as the creature started to die.
It’s huge head swiveled around, aiming the fire at her and the man who worked to free her.
“Go!” she shouted the word, but she only had enough air to make it sound like a whisper.He only worked faster.
The creature’s eyes bulged with rage and pain. Die it must, but take other’s with it it would.
The reeking blue flame curled around it’s nostrils and burst out, coming with sickening speed toward Isella and her rescuer.
She fought against the faintness that tugged her toward unconsciousness.Something was pulling at the back of her mind. Something she must remember. something she could do, but she had to have a hand free.
He’ll die if I don’t. He won’t leave. He won’t–
She struggled to raise an arm, but they were pinned to her side. The iron coils of flesh that held her tightened. Consciousness slid away as the heat and reek engulfed her. Then the tail lashed out, striking at the man whose knife was biting into it.
For a moment she could breathe, and consciousness revived in a painful rush.
the man crumpled. Blue fire lapped at his boots–the main thrust of the blast would be on them soon, and it would be too late.
She raised her hand. Time stood still, as she knew it would, and the fire paused. But it could only be for an instant.
The man leaped to his feet.
Then she fainted.
@rusted-knight The armored man was Klein.
@irishcelticredflowercrown The man who’s helping to rescue her is Locran, and the puppy-dog follower is his devoted Daire
@inkhorn I’d love it if Kahlon could be involved, but I don’t know him well enough to write him, so it’s up to you if you want to include him or not. 🙂Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comYeesh, I’ve totally abandoned this castle. :/
I’ll write Khalon’s actions later (probably tomorrow).
And your picture of Isella is really good!
That’ll be great, I can’t wait to see what you come up with.
Thanks so much! It’s actually closer irl–the hair really does look too brown in the picture. Oh, and I didn’t draw it, just so you know. It’s a coloring page, lol.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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