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Birdpaw flew up, following Duskfeather.

"So we do have to open a grave." she mumbled.

accepted

"Hello." Connie greeted and turned back to the others. "I'm not sure if I have a story to beat those."

"Huh?" she asked, noticing his look.

"Then I'll go after you."

"Alright...let's see...I'll do my best." She smiled, and began.

"She was beautiful. Ever since she was little. Hazel eyes, blond hair, flawless skin. She lived in the country, on a farm. All that beauty seemed to be wasted, since her family was poor. She, however, was greedy. She wanted to be a socialite, believing she could have any man she wanted. She grew, and on her 17th birthday, the news came. Her father had arranged a marriage with a rich boy. 'It will be better for our family,' he said. She was angry that her father even mention such a thing. But, sadly, this was her fate, and as promised, the boy came a few months later. He wasn't very charming or handsome, a thin boy. But, oh, was he rich. She wanted to take advantage of this. When they moved into their house, newly married, she found out the boy's sick mother was living with him. And everything she wanted, asked for, was 'No sweetheart, mum's too sick', or, 'no darling, that's for mum's vitamins.' She was darn well sick of it. So, one afternoon, she went outside their home, and saw the gardener's hatchet laying on the floor, just like that. She grabbed it, looking at it, when a devilish smile came upon her, along with an idea. 'Oh, honey~' she sang, going in. She realized he was taking a nap. She went up the stairs, to their room. She looked at him, the poor thing. She didn't even feel pain. She raised the hatchet, wondering what would happen. Then she lowered it, and with a 'WHOP' the head came down. Really, and surprisingly, it wasn't much of a mess. She took his body, and dragged it to the river. She was a tremendous liar, and she easily fooled the police. A few bribes, too, with her newly-earned money. With this cash on her hands, she left, happiest she'd ever been. But money doesn't always last. A black widow's job must continue, and so it did. She died wealthy. With six forgotten husbands."

Connie nodded, waiting for the other's response. She wanted to check on everyone in the house at this moment.

Connie seemed oblivious to this. It's obvious ghosts would be excited to greet guests. A little insanity doesn't hurt anybody, right? She'd let them have their fun. She appeared next to Marc. "Hiya." she whispered.

"Oh. It's a prophecy. No big deal." she said, waving her hand.

come back later please.

She was beautiful, or so her family told her. Shoulder-length, wavy brown hair, with blue eyes, and a simple complexion. Her name was Velia, and she was sixteen years of age. She was praised by her family, and loved by her friends. However, she was very greedy, and did not appreciate what she had. She whined plenty, and she always was spreading nasty rumours. Good ways she had, though, of concealing them.

So, one day, a goddess came to her. This particular Goddess had no name, or so she said. Simply call her 'The Goddess'. She told Velia. "You have been greedy, and you act like a child, still learning. You do not see the great life you have, and the opportunities you are given. The great aura that surrounds you, from your friends to that talent you have. However, you do not use it well, and how do you pretend to end in life?

"This is why I, the Goddess, decree you, Velia Simmons, to begin a new life. You will begin as a six year old, in a new family. You will not remember anything, and danger will come along your way. But, with help, you will overcome this. Goodbye." she left, and Velia stared at her, then looked down at herself.

She was shrinking in height, and everything she had suddenly turned smaller. Her hands were now soft and childish, her feet chubby and child-like. Her eyes big. She had changed. Suddenly, she was transported to her new home. "Mommy!" she called, unaware of what had just happened.

{{Oh dear. How long. Quite a story, no? Ha. So, you can jump in as her parents, a sibling, a friend, an entity, whatever you want! Even someone who has gone through the same thing as her. Don't worry- I just needed to explain the story better. I won't be writing this much again. Also, please give a short decription of your character. Even if it's just, 'He looked at Jonny, his blue eyes shining, as a hand passed through his blond hair.' Oh, and don't worry about the semi-advanced thing, I probably won't do that anymore xD}}

~SageTheGreat~ wrote:

A knock on the door was heard. Two children, the same age as her, stood outside the door. one was a boy and the other a girl. Both of them had brown hair and ice blue eyes. They stood, hand in hand as always and waited for someone to come to the door. Anyone could tell that they were twins.

(The girl went through the same thing as her)

I moved this thread~ http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=482315.0

Velia looked at the door, walking over to it. She stretched up to the peephole, as if she could reach. She opened the door handle, looking at the two children.

{Of course you may!}

Velia smiled back, seeming to cheer up. "Hi Olivia, hi Jake!" she greeted. "Do you want to come in?" she asked.

Velia closed the door, yelling. "Mommy! Jack and Olivia are here!" she said, turning back to them.

Velia smiled shyly. "Come upstairs. I just got some new toys. I..think." she said, her finger on her chin. She turned her attention to Jack. "Is he OK?"

"Oh, hi mommy! I want some, do you guys?" Velia asked her friends.

"So, why did you guys come over?" Velia asked, after staring at Jack for a few seconds. Weird. she thought, awaiting her answer.