Soap soap soap?
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((.3. I found this starter and character from a long time ago that I never used, so... If anyone wants to do it, I'm looking for male X male and good grammar ^_^))
Long before cars, electricity and proper maps, there was a tribe of people called the Dragon. Cameron Raygono was one of them, a scruffy blonde lad who was the clumsiest among the group. Nonetheless, they were highly advanced, far more technological than their neighboring tribes. His kind had been around for centuries; they lived in secluded islands, ages away by ship. But Cameron's people were also far past the ages of boats. They had developed, long ago, a way to fly in the air with the birds. Wings made of wood and fabric, strapped on tightly with leather, one to each arm. The invention kept them the most prosperous, the safest, but also the most feared. The neighboring, less advanced and more barbaric tribes had made it their life's mission to eradicate the 'Dragon People.' And Cameron hardly could have blamed them. The Dragon people got what they needed to survive by raiding the other colonies and towns, attacking in the night and stealing food, supplies, anything they could get their hands on that they found useful. It was on one such raid that suddenly, it seemed like the townspeople were winning. They were shooting arrows into the sky with heavy contraptions, that killed and destroyed. "Damn it," Cameron cursed to himself, as he watched more and more of his tribe going down. It was quickly becoming a mission of retreat rather than attack; get as high in the sky as you could and away, or be shot down. Cameron was trying to gain some height when he heard a whiz and a terrifying rip. At first, he thought he'd been hit somewhere on his body, and he was going to die. But he quickly realized it was the wing strapped to his right arm that had been torn straight through, leaving a gaping hole in the silk wing and the wooden support in it shattered. Air was passing through it, and it was completely useless. He found himself falling, yelling for help but the Dragon people only cared for themselves. He landed hard in the middle of a field, hidden by tall grass but in immense pain. He'd landed flat on his back, and had all the air knocked out of him, along with his consciousness for a few moments. It wasn't even that far from the town, and he knew if he didn't recover quickly, he wouldn't make it out. So he kept yelling, screaming up into the dark night for one of his tribe to help him. "Brothers, please! You cannot let me die here!" But they seemed to be doing just that- in a matter of moments, they were all gone or fighting on foot in the town. All he could hear was screaming, and triumphant yells. In no time there were feet rushing into the field; Cameron was so dizzy from his head hitting the ground that he had no idea how many footsteps there were, and when there was a figure standing above him it was fuzzy and unclear. Someone must have known they'd shot him down, and this was where he'd land. Cameron weakly used his feet to try and push himself back, away from the person, but his whole body was aching with the impact and he soon gave up, prepared to accept his fate.
Name: Cameron Raygono
Appearance:
BUT his hair is dyed like so:
Age: 18
Personality: Much quirkier than the rest of his tribe, and tries to be nicer than his family; he has never understood why they were always so mean to other tribes. Yet, he still is skittish around other tribes, because they always try to kill his own.
Background: As a member of Dragon tribe, he prefers flying to walking. His hair is dyed for a symbol of the Dragon's greatest pride, that they can 'touch the arcs of rainbows'. One of his greatest fears has always been of non-Dragon tribes, since it has been drilled into him since his youth. -
((Oh yah, and no god-modding, magic or monsters, they're humans. Just very intelligent ones.))
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No one? ;3;
What if I offer my hand in marriage? Or a cookie? -
I'll take the cookie! :3
You said boy x boy right? -
Yay, here's your cookie :3 **
Yep! -
Yay~ *noms on cookie* Just gimme a sec to make my charrie~
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Okie dokie cx
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Name: Marcus Oracle
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Looks: (except with clothing that actually fits the time and no cigarette)
Personality: Kind, protective, can be stubborn and secretive at times
Other: Doesn't really have a problem with the Dragon People, but the other villagers are intent on killing them. Especially Marcus' father, who hates the Dragon People with a passion for some unknown reason. He forces Marcus to hunt them down with the other tribe's men. -
Awesome~ Well the thing at the top was my starter, so you can go from there xD
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Okie~
Marcus looked down at the fallen boy with concern, feeling sick with guilt. One of his carefully-crafter wings had been almost completely destroyed. He jumped a little when he heard more footsteps. His father and the others were coming. Marcus' father arrived behind him, slapping the dark-haired boy on the back with a hearty laugh. "So you actually did it, eh?" He asked. Marcus looked away, feeling even more guilty. A couple other men moved forward to grab the boy. Marcus wished he could help, but there was nothing he could do. -
Cameron was terrified; there was nothing he could do besides try and struggle away. Even that was hard though, and each time he tried to tug his arm away or kick out his leg, a splitting pain went through his head.
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Marcus winced and felt a pang of sympathy watching the weakened boy try to struggle against the larger men. They dragged him back to the tribe's camp and locked him up in a cage in a covered tent. Marcus' father was in especially high spirits, and ordered a celebration of the victory over the Dragon People. While his fellow villagers were outside celebrating, Marcus snuck into the tent.
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Cameron was left laying on a floorless cage, while outside of the tent, he saw the light of fire and the sound of people celebrating. While he was alone, he managed to survey the damages done to him from the fall. He was badly bruised on his right shoulder, and blood came from scratches all over his body. The only injury he couldn't see, but knew was there, was a huge, dark purple bruise on the back of his neck that stretched all the way down to between his shoulder blades. When the tent flap opened, Cameron stared at the boy who entered in fright.
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"You don't have to be afraid..." Marcus said quietly. "I won't hurt you." He brought his hands out from behind his back, revealing a roll of gauze and a few rolls of bread. He held them out through the bars. "Here." He offered a comforting smile to the poor imprisoned boy, again feeling guilty at the sight of all his scratches and bruises.
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