Crystals of Slimtla

[Sareen]

Yes I know, This has been made by me before and that Died. But I thought I would remake it In the fun RP so I might get more views, And I know it seems like a Serious RP, I want this be able be fun at some times. ANYONE CAN JOIN!
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The Arctic Islands were a wonderfully exotic place for one to behold. Everything about the Islands had a new and exciting feel to a newcomer stepping onto the cold shores. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of years of isolation had given them their own, unique community.

There was a young fox by the name of Crimson. Crimson Rose Sinclair to be specific. Though, she hadn't heard anyone speak her surname in years. She had already arranged meeting with a group of poachers in this spot, meeting a re-presenters at one of the many sleazy pubs.

On the diplomatic island of Slimtla, the towns and cities thrived under the influence of the rest of Feila. A whole new plethora of goods were introduced, including agricultural products. The trading port of Okipok was no exception to this new rule. Once just a small village that was home to mainly Foxes, Wolves, Keidran, Dragons and many Hybrids, it's key location of the shores of Slimtla near Shiya made it's population sky-rocket. The natives here had assimilated with the merchants of Feila looking to make it big in the new world. Marketplaces arranged in long lines parallel to the shore were established, and ports were built for boats of all manners and sizes. And while many 'proper' houses and buildings had been built (some still in the process) there were still small pockets of traditional huts. Not igloos, mind you. Igloos were only temporary homes built for long hunting trips.

Sitting quite contently on one of the many crates brought off of the large boats was a young Keidran. Like the rest, she was covered in only a few layers of furs and Clothing. Even though it was the middle of one of the Arctic's harsh winters, the young Keirdan had the upper hand over the 'newcomers.' Hundreds of generations living in this land before she granted the hybrids a wonderfully thick coat that hardly needed covering at all.

The Keidran was barely 17 years old, an age at which the natives were considered full-blown adults. Showing off her Keidran heritage marvellously was an almost dark-brown pelt, with a few black-brown marking spots on her legs, chest, arms and top of her tail. A prime example of Keidran fur, her coat was almost sherbet in places, and her underbelly a creamy brown. A long, fluffy tail was rested on the crate, sometimes swaying whenever she got the urge.

A small shard of a crystal was tied around her neck, signifying more than most would know. The way it was tied, bound in leather, showed that she was a willing guide to the many crystal caves just outside of Okipok. However, this was an illegal act, to guide foreigners to the caves, so she couldn't just right and advertise her knowledge. Most other native would look down on the young keidran for her willingness to defile the caves. However, in her mind, a keidran had to stay alive somehow.


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Jesse

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

((hewo, am i o.k enough to join!!))
Name:Maximum ride sinclair
Age:14
species:flying fox
Character background:streets
Clothing: ripped skirt or jeans and a torn t-shirt
Weapons/magic:small knife,shapeshifter,esplody things

[Dr. Strange]

The shifter in the form of a sleek black panther was just over 17. Her thick brown hair blew into her face, annoying her. She brushed it aside, looking around the woods. Wearing a thin red shirt and plain light blue jeans, she adjusted her anklets and paced.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Name: Koleyn Erela Xenosa.
Age: 18.
species: Arctic wolf.
Character background: She's a native of the land. She doesn't really like the newcomers and how they've practically taken over. She doesn't have any friends, even though she can be pretty friendly, or family to speak of. She's kind of loner, even though she doesn't like it that way. No one knows much, if anything, about her or her past.
Clothing: White t-shirt, blue jeans, and a long sleeve light blue overshirt.
Weapons/magic: Silver twin sai, her hands and feet, pyrokinesis, telepathy, telekinesis.

She walked along the shore, not in a good mood at all. She glared at some of the newcomers as they arrogantly passed in front of her within an inch or two, her fingertips setting on fire, but she balled her hands up into fists and clenched her teeth as she continued onward along the shore.

[Dr. Strange]

Her skills in shifting, archery, and swords led her to lots of places but this place was the strangest of all. "Where am I?"

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

she swooshed out her wings and landed with a thump and lay sill on the graasy gorund

[Sareen]

The young Keidran was sat on a create by the docks, which is beside a small tavern. She was approach by an outsider wolf pack who asked her some questions about what Slimtla was like and what it was there was around the place.

[Dr. Strange]

Eyes narrowed, she sniffed the air and crouched, adjusting her body to blend in with the darkness. After a shadow had passed, she sighed, standing again.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

She finds a spot down the shore away from most of the docks and sits down. She stares out at the water. It's hard for her to look inland now and seeing how much has changed. She exhales and makes a small, short jet of fire come out of her nostrils.

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

she woke up and looked around.she spat out some sand and lay there cheking what bits were broken and what just hurt like hell.once done she sat up slowly looking around and wraping her arms around her. she didnt notice vee away behind

[flames]

HoKaze no Flames was well known for randomly travelling through dimensions. He was well known in his time and in his world for his feats of Heroism and great skill. What wasn't so well known was his irritation at being flung through time and space. Cursing the Gods quietly he took a survey of the Arctic Island he was on, never once leaving the shadows. He had good reason to hide, his fiery orange fur, ominous crimson armour and general appearance clearly not being the norm here.
Flames crept away from the port town, making sure that nobody was looking before he blasted off, into the freezing wilderness, travelling at inhuman speeds with little more than a gentle whipser of wind. He certainly wasn't normal. It would probably be a while before he was randomly thrown away again, like an unwanted toy, so he might as well enjoy the beauty of the islands.
Still, he mused, something's bound to happen. It always does with me...
This wasn't right, he thought, a strange cam flooding him as he looked out to the sea, the waves rippling with grace as a light breeze blew across the landscape. He removed his helmet, letting his long, orange hair fall to his shoulders as the wind blew it back. It wouldn't be any good if the natives saw an armour-clad warrior weilding an Energy-Blade, would it? He would try and blend in for a while, learning of the location. The "casual" clothes he wore underneath his armour were not the best of clothing, nor where they what most would refer to as "casual", but they would do.
The wind picked up and the waves grew, lapping at the islands with a strange widness, almost like an animal. The sound of people in the distance reached the Flames' ears, he paused for a tenth of a second before he vanished, a slight afterimage in his place.

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

((Wow))
  shifts to a standing positoion and wonders over towhere the persn had just dissapeaered from she wiped her paw through to test it but othing.she sighed and squinted into the distance

[Sareen]

After giving the outsiders the information they need she decides to go to the tavern behind her, Luckily for her the drinking limit was 16 and she is the age of 17. She sits down at the bar and orders a glass of Grapevine, before going to sit at a table in the corner, her head down so her hair covers her eyes, but she can see through a small bit so she keeps her eyes on who is coming in and just generally sitting round drinking.

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

she dumped herself down on the doround and looked around at the scenery and wonderedwhere se was exactly.

[flames]

"That had been too close..." Flames muttered to himself as he walked back to the port town. He had hid his armour under several tonnes of ice several miles away. Few could move the weight and the armour would remain undamaged.
Flames breathed deep breaths of the fresh, clean air, his bare chest and the patch of white fur on it clearly visible. He had some baggy trousers, but no shirt. He was used to extreme conditions, so going around without a shirt on was no big deal.
Still, the strange orange fur he had with the odd patch of white was somewhat out of place.
His X-Sabre was firmly strapped to his back as always as he entered the tavern, the blaster strapped to his hip concealed by the baggy atire he wore. The winds blew fiercely as the door to the tavern shut.