Trisphee - Tell Us a Bit About Yourself [A Story Contest]

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- - Tell Us a Bit About Yourself [A Story Contest] (http://www.trisphee.com/forums/showthread.php?t=5484)

Yeah, it is. ouo
But I kinda think the idea of actually writing about yourself is neat.

You do know that I'm going to have to enter this, right, Mizzy?

Hey! I've got an Entry!

Username: Sayuri Yukai
Mules: None
Race: Deathless
Character Name: Sachibelle
Story:

"Are you the Death?" Sachibelle asked.
Sachibelle was an eternally young girl with red eyes, white skin, silver hair, wearing black clothes.
She was looked in a prison after her parents disappeared. No one showed her love. She was living alone.
One day, some people visited her.
"Will I ever get out from this place?" she asked. But no one replied. "Tell me!" Sachibelle yelled. But again no one replied. Her anger increased more and more and then, when she opened her mouth, strange sounds coming out of her mouth and the strangers fainted immediately . She started opened her mouth more and more and people fainted. She was walking alone when she saw somebody. Sachibelle walked in its direction. "Are you the Death?" she asked, but the stranger never replied. That was the time when Sachibelle stopped to open her mouth.
Years passed, but nothing changed on Deivai.
One day, while Sachibelle was sitting on a bench and reading a strange book, a girl with golden hair appeared. "Oh my! How could you do that to me! Once I'll meet you again I will...Oh hi! I didn't see you." said the girl with golden hair. "I hope I didn't disturb you...too much...hehehe...I'm Princess, by the way. What's your name?" But Sachibelle didn't replied. She continued to read her book. "Why don't you speak to me? Maybe it's a smart way to steal my runes! Never! I won't le....So what are you reading?" Princess approached Sachibelle to see what is she reading. "Is that a book? It looks strange. Can tell me what kind of book is that? Can you?" Sachibelle got angered and left the place. "So where are we going?" Princess asked her. Sachibelle stopped walking. She looked at Princess and then she smiled. "Whoa! You have such a cute smile!" Princess said. Sachibelle whispered something in Princess' ear "Huh? Sachibelle? That's a strange name! Can I call you Sachi? Sound much better!" They both laughed. "Where are you living?" Princess asked. "Chu?" "Don't chu me! You know we need to sleep. Tomorrow we will have an amazing day! We will explore this planet! And then Quesaria! And then..." "Chuuuuuuuuuuu!" Sachi started to cry. "Are those tears of joy? Oh! Let's cry together! Golden and silver forever! Hahaha!"
And that's how their travel started.
End.

Story is almost done, will finish it tomorrow morning.

Maybe next event I'll make one write about yourself Nightmare.
I wanted something doing with the races because they have been posted for a while and not much was done with them
v.v;

That's understandable. ~
They have kind of been forgotten, it seems. D:

yepyep
Soo
I wanted to do something with them so they didn't feel so forgotten
v.v

Don't get down. D:
I think it's a great idea. ~
/ almost done now. 8D

-woot woot
another entry~

Hey, I've got an entry !

Username : Nightmare
Mules : Gizmo
Race : Valyarin
Character name : "Nightmare"
Story :

High on the hillside stood a figure most could distinguish easily. Looking down at the village that lay below it, the hooded being gave a look to the sky. “It comes down to this,” she spoke with no emotion. As she lowered her head, her hood fell off, and revealed the face of the mysterious woman: Nightmare.

Take the story back a decade. That was when the story began.

The girl known as Nightmare was not named that back then, but her real name is a story all its own, but at the moment, that story is not this one. Nightmare was like any average Valyarin child; her parents loved and cared for her, she had plenty of close friends, and lived in a good home. She loved her life; she had everything she every really wanted, until the day her parents vanished into thin air.

At the residence of Nightmare, her parents were enjoying their average day. It was getting close to the evening hours when two males broke into the house. They moved quickly, knocking both parents out and taking them when they left along with lots of valuables in the house. Nightmare walked into the house soon after all had been done, and was left only with shock at the event that had taken place.

She sat at the front door, her body shaking lightly as she took in what happened. W…what am I going to do…? her thoughts stuttered. Her parents were missing and she was all by herself. She needed to find her parents, since it would only be a matter of time before something bad would happen to them. Bolting out of the house, Nightmare began to search everything in hopes of finding something related to finding her parents.

Several hours passed. The sun had fallen, but Nightmare was still out searching.

Nightmare’s hope of seeing her parents again was growing thin. She was sure that they were gone for good, and that she’d have to find some way to survive for the rest of her life. However, some hope was regained when she heard the sound of two men talking nearby. “Well, that was easier than planned!” She took off running towards the noise.

It was as planned; the two men that had broken into her house were sitting in a clearing, talking about their victory in the robbery of her home. Things they had stolen lay scattered about around the two, some things even broken. Both her parents could be seen as black figures in the shade by a tree, but surrounding them was a dark red, nearly black in the darkness of the night, substance. Nightmare knew what it was, since the smell lingered in the air. “Shame they didn’t listen, though.” One of the men said with a large grin, “They would’ve been perfect workin’ for us.”

The men had killed her parents.

Nightmare sought revenge on the men from that day, and it was at time where she gained her new name. She wanted to make them see what they had done wrong; she wanted to make all of their worst dreams come true. She wanted to be their worst Nightmare …

Sorry, it's kind of long. <.<

Sadrain truly desires to know how much longer this could go... So much to do and probably so little time... Dx

would human created android be okay? :O
Edit: *looks back one page* Ooooooh
Hm... I will have to think about that then :U

I wish I could tell you when they are closing...
I'm really not sure.
And I forgot to ask FenFen
I'm sorry.
Just try to get it done?
o.o;

I'll message you when I know the deadline for submissions

Miz, you saw my entry, right ? |D

I did
I'm sorry
I'm doing a lot at once
T.T

It's fine, it's fine. ~ ouo

-still feels bad-

I keep getting distracted.

Hey! I've got an Entry!

Username: Serra Britt
Mules: -none-
Race: Feryxonis
Character Name: Asione
Story:

The young Feryxonis girl stared out over the hills of Quesaria. Asione's wedding was to be in a week and she wasn't excited about it. Sure, the man she was to marry was an incredibly attractive and well off Feryxonis. He was very loving and attentive as well. The wedding would be perfect if not for one thing. She was in love with another.

Asione had met her love six months ago, in an open field far from her home. She could still recall the day with perfect clarity. Though she cared deeply for her fiancé, the flames she felt for her love were even deeper and hotter. She blushed, thinking with passion about the girl she somehow had fallen for so deeply.

Her love was an Athiyk girl, about her same age and very lovely. When they had first met in the field, she had known instantly that this girl was for her, despite her betrothal. They spent the whole day together, running around in the field, lying on the ground and looking at clouds while talking about boys, and briefly holding hands while they napped side by side. She wanted so much to go back to that day and repeat it endlessly, over and over.

Asione had been too shy to voice her feelings. Her love was not only a different race, but the same gender as her. It wasn't disliked or frowned upon in Quesaria, but she was engaged and didn't want to cause trouble. Her fiancé probably suspected something, as she was having trouble showing him the adoration she felt he deserved from a future wife. She sighed, wondering if there was any way to overcome her love for the young Athiyk girl, and stay true to her future husband, but she knew it was not to be. Asione knew she would love that girl forever and then some, and even if she had to keep it to herself, she could never betray that love.

"Sweetheart, what are you looking at this fine evening?" Asione's fiancé asked, walking up behind her with a gentle embrace. Asione looked back at him, and seeing the gentle features of his face, turned away abruptly. "Sweetheart, please tell me what is the matter. We can work though this together." Asione's fiancé took her hand in his, and she could feel the love he held for her. A love she could not return.

Asione tried hard but the tears came quickly. Her fiancé seemed shocked but he took her and held her close. "I'm so, so sorry..." Asione choked out. "Six months ago I fell in love with another...an Athiyk girl. I tired to push it away but I can't help but feel like she is the one...even though it would be much easier to stay with you."

Her fiancé did not break the embrace. "You have been hiding this away for all this time? Why did you not tell me? We could have worked something out, and ended the marriage preparations early. I only wish for your happiness, my beloved Asione." He pushed her away to arms length and looked her directly in the eyes. "If this is the way you truly feel, we should tell our parents, and stop before we are married."

"But..." Asione bit her lip as she pondered the words. "I have never told her, and I do not know how she feels about me. While I am certain of how YOU feel about me. Is it not better to be with one who loves you, than to eternally chase after someone who does not?"

Her fiancé answered in a kind tone. "To try to force yourself to love someone when your heart belongs to another is a terrible thing to do. I do love you, a great deal, but if I marry you now while your heart is in anguish like this, I will never forgive myself. If you are not sure, let us at least talk to our parents and postpone the date. It is still a week away, there is nothing that has been prepared that cannot wait longer." He embraced Asione again, and continued to talk, "After we talk to our parents, I want you to try to find the courage to tell this girl how you feel. If she wishes to be with you as well, then I will have no regrets if you wish to break off from our engagement."

Asione could smell her fiancé's scent, and knew that what he said was the truth. She nodded to him and, taking his hand, left together with him to break the news to their parents, as well as prepare herself for confessing her feelings to her true love.

YAY!
Another entry!
WOO

That entry is good. 8D

Aww Nightmare, thanks -blush-

I really did enjoy writing it.

T.T

Any more Entries?

I'm glad I got off my duff and entered a writing contest this time.

Doesn't anyone else want to enter? It was fun ~!

-hugs Britt-
Thanks for entering~
I really do appreciate it

-hugs Mizzy- I had a lot of fun too so thanks for hosting :3

Anytime;
I wanted to have a contest for the last event too but I couldn't come up with an idea

Writing this makes me want to use Asione somewhere else and actually find out what happens with her.

Is the contest still open at all or no?

Tomorrow night they close
So you... have about.... 24 hours
xD

I can't wait for tomorrow. ~
/ wants to see winners. <3

Durr...It's not very good, but please enjoy it.

This story comes in two parts. One is of the human man named Isaac Westmore, otherwise known as the Funkduder. The other is of a woman who gave up her name to the man who saved her. People only know her as the Spirit of the Party, but this will be explained later…
Word of his true name would strike fear into the public, who still felt the effect of the Ten Thousand’s Massacre. Isaac was released confidentially and was given a new start after a religious cleansing had unbound him from the possession that had caused the incident. He drowned his guilt into his parties, first sponsoring them at The Brothel and then creating the Funk Enterprise hosting as the ultimate alias, Funkduder. Soon, he was up to his waist in debt and his only hope of clearing his name a second time was a contract for 4 million Gold Pieces (Aurum?): capture a live Alti'ui. His hands still remembered the massacre and although his instincts had been dulled by the gallons of liquor, he felt confident that he could do something so simple.
Ms. Spirit, on the other hand, had lived a long time before the birth of Isaac. She grew detached from the world and had never known the touch of technology, living far into the forest. She ran freely and was happy the way she was and her natural energy had made her strong, honorable among the Alti'ui. Her elders, before too long, had recognized her strength and had chosen her to be one of the guardians, those who protected the nature of Kalin.
“And here, on this day, I declare you to be a guardian. Go now and train to protect your family and the nature that we keep.” As the words of the elder were said and as the applause began to sound, a gunshot had sounded off in the distance.
“Damn you, Alti'ui! Stop moving!” Isaac armed himself with tranquilizer darts that fired using gunpowder capsules. It was relatively old and inefficient but effective nonetheless, and it was cheap too, a necessity for a man of his stature. The enemy armed themselves with everything nature could offer. Arrows and rocks flew at him from a distance as two men armed with bone swords swept in from the sky and the left. They weaved through the projectiles that landed just short of Isaac, quickly closing in on him.
Suddenly a roar came out from the distance and a scorpion of immense size dug out of the ground in front of him. Whether it was a Yutri or an actual monster hadn’t mattered anymore it began to rage through the trees towards the ones who had hit it.
Spirit had barely joined the battle before she stood at the feet of an enormous scorpion. It clacked its claws and snapped its tail at her, barely missing her. She stood frozen, scared for her life as her comrades at arms attacked the scorpion. She didn’t even notice when the scorpion’s claw backhanded her chest as she hit the floor…
Isaac knew that it had to be done, especially now that the angelic people were distracted. “It was fortunate that I came when I did, anyways. At least she would live instead of getting crushed by that thing…” Guilt came over him as the eyes of the woman began to open.
“Who are you? Or rather I should ask you, who am I? I can’t remember,” she said, grasping her forehead. Isaac began to doubt, seeing the innocence that she now possesed. He didn’t want to hand her to debtors, assuming the experiments they would try, but where could he go? At the very least, he would try not to lie to her.
“I do not know. I brought you to safety after you were attacked by a giant monster. Maybe you are a spirit, for it was divine intervention that saved us both, but what sort of spirit could you be anyways?”
“I don’t know, though I feel as though that sounds natural… you don’t seem to mean me harm, do you?” her eyes looked into his and she saw what his life had been and what it is now and felt the guilt that is behind his eyes. “I will not fight you, sir. You have saved my life and I owe you just as much.”
“But what about your life? You probably have a family to go back to, right?”
“But my family had not saved me. You did.” This made Isaac even guiltier. “My life is in your hands.” Reluctantly, Isaac took her to the debtors, and asked what they would do with her.
“Why of course, we’ll study her and dissect her. We need to find out how these work if we were to make human implementation one day.” Michael paused. The debtor was alone and seemingly unarmed…
“I’m sorry, but the deals off,” Isaac said and he killed the man and fled to Quesaria.

I'm sorry Funkduder but you were late to enter the contest and you did not enter it the right way. Please make sure to read everything next time before entering a contest.

WINNERS!

( - Best Overall Story - )
Belial
150 Pearls

( - Most Creative Story - )
Lucifer and Serra Britt
100 Pearls

( - Staff Favorite - )
Nightmare
100 Pearls

( - Mizzy's Favorite - )
Sayuri Yukai
100 Pearls

Pearls were added to some of the categories because I thought you all deserved more. Everyone Won Something.
Thanks So much for parting part.
You all will get 25 anka tokens as well.