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no melancholy is a depressed boredom or thoughtfulness. I mixture of sadness and anger might be conflicted anger or depressed anger

This is all going downhill quickly.

The glow of the fireplace was extinguished quickly at the hand of a bucket of snow. The small room was plunged into darkness and Calder grabbed his last few belongings before leaving his small house. He walked off to the castle's stables to collect his horse. He was carrying a small bag of supplies and a letter which had been unceremoniously stuffed into his pocket. He treated his grey stallion to some oats before saddling it up and setting out towards the wood. He took a look around town, as well as glancing at the castle. He hadn't left his duties as guard to the castle since he volunteered to search for Anna. Yet his experience at Elsa's ice castle landed him the job to investigate the recent activity as well as assist the journey to the castle. He was pulled out of his thought as he reached the forest. He urged his horse on into the forest to meet the others who had been chosen to carry out the assigned task.

Joker laughed out loud leaning further back onto the wall, "Hah right we will just be a happy little family secretly trying the overthrow the government. Brilliant!." She stopped laughing when she saw the serious look on Sybille's face. "Well I think it's a brilliant idea, besides this house needs a lot of help!" She crossed her arms over her chest. Joker sighed, "You do realize this house is only temporary, it's not like we are all going to live together like this. That's just ridiculous." She looked over at Ander for confirmation to her statement. She didn't want the girl to think they they were all one big happy family now, that's just not how it works out in the real world no matter what she learned from her nurses inside of her large estate.

Well that'll be fun to have some old friends back on here, I forgot how much I enjoy this site(:

Really? That's cool^^

Thank you! How have you been?

Name: Clemence Nightray Age: 17 Gender: girl District: 6 Appearance (no pictures, please): 5'7",muscular Clemence has short pixie cut light brown hair and dark muddy green eyes. Her skin is lightly tanned, and she has sharp but feminine features. She wears a dark blue long sleeved shirt with a brown jacket, black pants, and brown leather boots Bio: Growing up in the district hated by the Capital only has one advantage, they don't stick around much. That's Clemence's assessment on her home. Having been addicted to pain killers since a young age, she is grouped into those known as morphlings. Her father was part of a small rebellious group that still survived after the bombings, when he was killed for "disturbing the peace" Clemence decided it was time for her to join the movement her father gave his life for. Until she was chosen as tribute.

ahh i have to do that soon but i keep putting it offo.o

Welcome! Feel free to chat anytime(:

Is it too late to sign up? (just saw it today^^'''')

That would be so cool^^

Sybille groaned, "Can we not?". She knew that it was because of her upbringing but she was using a lot of self control at this moment and trashing the place further may pass her limit. Joker sighed, " I think if they reach the front room I wouldn't be in the back room anymore anyways." "Exactly!" Sybille crossed her arms then walked to the back room to look at the blankets. Joker rolled her eyes at bring interrupted. "And hopefully, this will be a highly temporary situation. " She sat on the hard packed dirt floor and crossed her legs putting her hands in her lap. She wondered how her friends were fairing, and if, or when she would hear of their deaths.

aww what happened?

Sybille hopped off of the wall with a flourished bow. "Why thank you". She stood up straight and grinned. "I found a place, its not ideal but it'll work" Joker said standing up. She waved for the other two to follow her through the thick crowds of the market until she reached the small clay hut-like structure. She opened the door to the musty rooms and moved the blanket hanging over the window to let in a little bit of light. Sybille wrinkled her nose but said nothing knowing that she was in no position to be picky. "At least it will be safe...right?" "In theory, sure". Joker shrugged and leaned against the wall. She didn't want to promise anything for at one point she would've sworn no one would ever find her place.

Thanks, I'm sure it'll be alot of fun^^

So when starting we will have already been called to investigate the castle?

Welcome to the site! Hope you have an awesome time here. Feel free to chat whenever i am on(:

Name:Calder Halling Age: 24 Gender:male Skills:swordsman Short Bio: Calder was born and raised in Arendelle, when he turned 20 he was recruited as a palace guard. The work was boring but the pay was steady. He enjoyed ensuring the safety of the royal family. This job also allowed him to perfect his sword wielding abilities. After the king and queen were killed he and his comrades were ordered to close the gates to the castle. Calder was also one of the men sent after Princess Anna didn't return. Reasons for taking the quest: To continue his duties of protecting the royal family. Appearance: Calder has dark brown hair and blue eyes, he is of average height and has a slender but muscular build. He wears the palace guard uniform minus the hat for he found it to get in the way of his sword fighting. His sword is kept at his waist in a black leather sheath.

Sybille nodded and walked off to find something that fit. She was very small in stature so clothing suiting for her was harder to find. After a few minutes of looking she ended up with some tan pants and a white cotton long sleeved shirt which she tucked into her pants. She kept her boots because they were a plain brown leather and were nice and sturdy. She also found a green vest which nobody seemed to be missing too much. She paid for everything using the money she stole from her father while planning her escape. She figured that telling the others about the money in her possession might not be a smart idea. Once finished she quickly changed and went back to where Ander and herself first parted ways. Once finished washing her hair and headscarf, Joker made her way towards the market to find Ander. Instead she found Sybille sitting on a low wall in new clothing. "Where is Ander?" She asked upon reaching the girl. "Still finding new clothes." She replied lazily swinging her legs back and forth. Joker nodded and sat next to her. They both sat in a rather uncomfortable silence awaiting Ander's return.

Sybille nodded then looked down at her dress. "Should I change into more normal clothes then?" She unclasped her gold necklace from around her neck and tucked it into her boot. "I mean if I don't want to get caught as a noble and all... I probably shouldn't be looking like this." Joker left them to find a safe place to stay. She figured it wouldn't be smart to be on the edge of town judging by the state of her old home, so she went toward a more crowded and run-down neighborhood. The kind that no one goes into unless they are desperate or dirt poor. She talked to some of the people living around there and found a small two room building nobody seemed to be using. After a long quarrel with the dwarf who claimed to own it she gave in and tossed a few coins in his direction. She went inside to find some blankets in a corner. She used one to cover the only window in the building and set aside the rest for sleeping on. Joker also made a makeshift lock out of rope for the inside of the door. Once the place was satisfactory to the elf, she left and washed her hair attempting to detangle and wash the blood from it as much as she could with her fingers.

~*Character Sheets*~ Name: Lucy Age: 18 Gender: girl Color: red Biography: Lucy grew up in a broken household in Northern California. Her father had left her family leaving her mom to take care of her, and her two younger brothers. Her mother failed to step up and drank herself into stupidity. The duty to care for her siblings was shoved onto her forcing her to drop out of school at age 12 in search of work. Lucy's anger toward her parents for failing her and her brothers grew toward her multiple bosses who would take advantage of having a child working for them by cutting her pay, adding hours, and giving her back breaking hard work. She worked and worked stunting her growth in the process until her rage built up so much she killed her mother in a fit of rage. This caught the attention of those who controlled the emotion anger. They promised her revenge and a better life, so she left her siblings to fend for themselves and traveled to Ysmault where her anger would only grow. Appearance: ~Red~

not too much, some of my friends are gone but the site is more or less the same as it always was

Wow haven't logged onto this site in about a year o.o

"Hmm? oh yeah" She snapped out of her thought and looked at the tv realizing he had chosen something. She looked up at the ceiling a minutes into the movie and not able to get sucked into it. Chaise felt like she had seen it before with how predictable it was getting. The hard rain pounding loudly against the window didn't help either, it seemed to have come out of no where just a minute before. Her eyes took her to the window and noticed the dark clouds looming over the small town. "When day turns into night..." She murmured quietly to herself.