A hundred years ago a group known as the Souls protected a crystal flower called the Fairoze. But another group called the Immortals stole the Fairoze for their own twisted plans. That didn't help as the Fairoze was shatter to dust thanks to the Immortals' wicked wavelengths to oneanother. Now the Souls are disbanded,living their lives in sadness while Immortals rage in madness.
Now a hundred years later the Fairoze is back and the Souls are ready to be reformed with the new student- Avichayil Rinas at the Achates Academy. Thee Immortals also reform just as another group called the InkRebels appears from outta nowhere,ready to help the Souls protect the Fairoze. So which side are you on- The Souls or the Immortals'?
Okay here you choose a group: Souls,Immortals or InkRebels.
You may make a character for each team if you wish too.
Now for the profile part:
group:leader of the Souls
power: Note Star
bio:is determine to protect the Fairoze at any cost from the Immortals.
group:leader of the InkRebels
bio:was found locked in chains on a wall in an old academy in the middle of the forest.But was saved by his InkRebel teammates.
power:speaks through notes and thoughts,uses ink to teleport plus summons his weapons.
group:leader of the Immortals
power:MistDestroyer-(can destroy the person from inside their minds)
bio:a decendent from the original Immortals.He will do whatever he can to destroy the Souls with help from his teammates.
Storytellers fingertips tapped faster.
"Others in there," she whispered. "with Rumor."
Clayth nodded and put his hand on the knob, pausing, and glancing at Storyteller, wordlessly asking if they should go in now.
Storyteller nodded before covering her ears with her hands.
"Hurting Rumor," she squeaked. She hated people hurting beats. they hurt her even more than the one being hurt.
Claythar started and pushed open the door hurrying inside. "Rumor!"
Haven waved a hand sifting through the dirt with a gust of wind. His hawk like eyes moving quickly as he searched. "Would you please tell me if you spot the necklace?" he asked the others.
Storyteller placed a gentle finger against his cheek, checking the cut, before sitting down on the dirt with her book and pen. She sketched the dirt, humming a droning tone as she did so. She felt something different under one section of the paper. She got up to check out the same area on the floor.
"Try here," she whispered.