Soap anyone?
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Thread Topic: Soap anyone?
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There are two tribes. The River Tribe (Tribe Anna-Rucha) and the Tree Tribe (Tribe San-Tibeh). They are naturally enemies, with borders being tight. People are dying every day for attacks- but two soldiers can't help but meet each other in secret. All they want is peace, but when brothers are slaying brothers, how possible is that?
Perhaps this plot? Pls -
I think I'll do it.
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Okay. What kind of romance do you want? (f--- I typed in mxf and it wrote MCR I cri ;-;)
Mxf, mxm or fxf? -
I'd prefer MXF if you don't mind.
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Ye it's fine I like all types
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Which tribe do you want
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I'd like the Tree tribe please.
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Okay cool
this is totally not practically plagiarized from the 100 nah never
I'll start on my character -
I'll have to post my character tomorrow. I'm going to bed.
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Okay
Here is mine, anyways.
Name: Zia Xi (Zee-uh She)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Tribe: Anna-Rucha
Rank: (leader, deputy, warrior, apprentice, common person/worker) Warrior
Languages Spoken: Czech, Spanish, English, French.
First language: Czech
Looks: Zia has thick, black curly hair that goes down to about her neck. She is tanned well. Her eyes are a bright blue. Zia has thick, pink lips and a small nose. She usually wears black clothing which is soaked in mud. Normally, she is found in a tanktop and a pair of shorts. She, like all warriors, wears war paint around her eyes and on her face. Her entire neck is normally painted black. Her eyelids are black with swirls stretching down to her cheekbone, nose, and jawline. She also has black war paint on the top of her nose, under her eyebrows and between her eyes.
Weapon of choice: Dagger. Sometimes a bow.
Personality: Zia is hot tempered and ambitious. She has a silly thirst for power and doesn't take s---. However, she wants peace between the two clans- since her sister died due to an unnecessary quarrel. Ever since then, she has hated the entire world and struggled with depression and anger. This made her a suitable warrior as she had lots of drive- despite the fact she wants peace. She contradicts herself often and is very social. Zia is quite intelligent and clever, great with battle plans and was also trained to be a mechanic and a healer. Knowledge is one of Zia's largest strengths. However, she is terribly afraid of heights- due to the fact she was once attacked by a "tree people" while climbing a tree as a child. -
Name: Chloro Phil (Kl-or-o)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Tribe: San-Tibeh
Rank: Warrior
Languages Spoken: English, Japanese, Italian
First language: English
Looks: Chloro has short brown hair and a wispy mustache. His eyes are hazel and his skin is a white tone. He wears bleached blue jeans and a green t-shirt. He doesn't wear war paint unless for camouflage. Occasionally he wears reading glasses.
Weapon of choice: Twin Hammers
Personality: Chloro is very nice and friendly unless your his enemy. If you are his enemy he is relentless in attacking you. However he continually questions the whole idea of the war with the water people as he know trees need water to grow and flourish. He wants peace but unfortunately is always shot down by his superiors for these ideas. -
Should I start, then?
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Yes please.
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Zia slammed her calloused hands down on the rickety wooden table in front of her. "No!" She yelled, making a few apprentices step back. However, the leader of the tribe, Margot, remained standing where she was. "Xi, you have no choice in this matter. You're seventeen. You must take these responsibilities upon yourself." Margot's face was one of warning and had contorted into one of impatience.
"My mother and father don't have the right to-"
"But they do, Xi. You're a warrior now. You must go through the ceremony of indictment and then go off on a hunt-"
"I'm not killing innocent children." Zia frowned. Now that she was seventeen, she had to go through the ritual to become a warrior. The ritual itself wasn't bad, it was the way it was sealed. Namely, by capturing seventeen San-Tibeh kids and slaughtering them like lambs. "It's inhumane." Zia said, firmly.
"Would you rather be slaughtered? You have one choice, Zia. Now that you have went through the training, you have two choices. Kill or be killed. Your back's against the wall, sweetheart." Margot caressed Zia's face, gently. She did her best not to jerk away, but the woman's breath reeked of poison. "I wouldn't have become a warrior if-"
"If you knew you had to kill? Sweetie, that's what a warrior is." Margot sneered.
"Fine." Zia scoffed, rushing out of the tent in rage. "See you at dusk." Margot called after her. But it was too late.
Zia was already on the edge of camp, heading to the forest.
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