- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Magical, Romance, Dystopian, Religious, Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies (but the plot has to consist of more than just mindlessly murdering the undead), Steampunk
Life on the surface was tough. Violence and chaos were commonplace in the streets of every populated area. Nobody was safe, ever. Far above the surface though, a large, elaborate city rested on the backs of airships. Many rumors and legends circulated about the powerful people who had left the rest of humanity to their suffering, but nobody alive really knew the truth any more.
Bright green eyes stared up at the sky, watching the floating city. Every morning Aille woke up early, an hour before she needed to, in order to lay on the roof of her small house and watch the the distant zeppelins. She focused, trying to call forth the sparks that she could to her fingertips. Small bursts of electricity burst from her hands; not enough to do any real harm, but impressive from a surface dweller nonetheless.
Squinting against the steadily rising sun, Aille pushed herself up and climbed down the ladder she had situated on the side of the house. A small smile graced her lips as she entered the house, and pulled her uniform off the hanger. Aille looked forward to work, it was her chance to make a difference in the world. Save a life, change things a little bit every day.
The standard uniform for the Peace Officers was a black flared trench that buttoned to the waist with large round buttons, fanning out to reveal a soft tan shirt, a pair of supple brown leather pants that fit perfectly, allowing the wearer to freely move and a pair of brass goggles. Tugging her unruly ginger hair back into a low ponytail, Aille situated the goggles on the top of her head and gave herself one last cursory glance in the dirty mirror before leaving.
@Iona
Bright green eyes stared up at the sky, watching the floating city. Every morning Aille woke up early, an hour before she needed to, in order to lay on the roof of her small house and watch the the distant zeppelins. She focused, trying to call forth the sparks that she could to her fingertips. Small bursts of electricity burst from her hands; not enough to do any real harm, but impressive from a surface dweller nonetheless.
Squinting against the steadily rising sun, Aille pushed herself up and climbed down the ladder she had situated on the side of the house. A small smile graced her lips as she entered the house, and pulled her uniform off the hanger. Aille looked forward to work, it was her chance to make a difference in the world. Save a life, change things a little bit every day.
The standard uniform for the Peace Officers was a black flared trench that buttoned to the waist with large round buttons, fanning out to reveal a soft tan shirt, a pair of supple brown leather pants that fit perfectly, allowing the wearer to freely move and a pair of brass goggles. Tugging her unruly ginger hair back into a low ponytail, Aille situated the goggles on the top of her head and gave herself one last cursory glance in the dirty mirror before leaving.
@Iona