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 Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 12:07 am
 "You shouldn't have come, Amara." The tall figure beneath the white cloak murmered. He stared ahead at the red river flowing fast through the white winter world.
"It doesn't matter anymore, Garris. You can't protect me from them. They'll come for me eventually. You and I both know that." The young girl replied as she took a few steps toward the man.
He looked over his shoulder and noticed the barely clothed girl shivering. Without another word he opened his cloak and drew the girl close.
"It wasn't your fault, Amara. It was mine. They aren't coming for you, They are coming for me."
"But.... but what will happen to you?" The girl hugged the old man's leg tightly.
"I won't come back, Amara. You'll have to be brave. Keep our secret safe."
"But, it really was me," the girl began.
"Amara," the man knelt down and looked directly into the girls eyes. "Remember, this after I am gone. The red will fade, they will forget, and you must survive." Shouts could be heard.
"Remember, Amara, Remember. The red will fade.Good bye." The man pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around the girl, before walking towards the angry villagers.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 1:23 am
 Thirteen years ago, an old man went on a crazy rampage and left a trail of blood behind him. Something about his rampage left the river red.. The townspeople came after him and lynched him.
The people of the town were wary of the old man before his crazy rampage. He had no real friends, except for a seven year old girl that took a liking to him when she moved into the town only a few years earlier. After the red river incident the towns people have avoided the little girl.
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Amara has a dark secret that no one ever known, except the old man. The red river faded not long after the incident. But the river has turned red again, and children have started to go missing. But it's not just her that people are suspicious of, but a new young man who has wandered into town. No one knows why he's there, but something about him has everyone's nerves on edge.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 2:49 am
 The Profile Skeleton
~Please PM Profiles to me~
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[color=darkgrey]I am known as[/color][color=crimson] Full Name[/color]
[color=darkgrey]I am [/color][color=crimson] (20-25)[/color][color=darkgrey] years young[/color]
[color=darkgrey]~ First appearances and rumors aren't always true~[/color]
[color=darkgrey]No one took the time to know me...[color=crimson]Personality. One two Three Paragraphs Long[/color]
[color=darkgrey]Who would care about my past...[/color][color=crimson]Bography. Again, One to Three paragraphs long.[/color][/align]
Profiles  I am known as Amara SorbrenI am 20 years young~ First appearances and rumors aren't always true~No one took the time to know me...even when I was young. As a child I made friends with everyone, even the people that no one cared for. I loved to be around people, but after what happened, I guess you could say that I couldn't trust people any more. I treat people as best I can, lend a helping hand when they need it, even when they might not want it. I am an outsider, but I try to be positive. Who would care about my past... My mother was a very sickly woman and my father was a merchant on the ship Cybolee. My mother raised me until I was five, that is until my father left on a voyage and never returned. My mother grew fataly ill and I was sent to live my aunt in a far away town halfway across the country.That was the last time I ever heard of my parents.
My aunt was kind, but very wary of me, becuase I was raised differently than most children. She tried to mold me into her own child, act like my cousins, but I had a free spirit. I was curios and I loved to talk to the elderly. I made friends with Garris. I was only seven when... well when the river turned red. I never made a friend since. My cousins have avoided me and my aunt has continued to make me be like everyone else.
The last thirteen years I have been... difficult. But I have been able to find work and a small home of my own. Then one day children started to go missing, children that often came to my shop to watch me work. Of course no one would blame me in my presence, but I do have ears. If that wasn't enough, the river has turned red again. But people aren't blaming me, but a stranger to the town, a young man who is just as much as an outcast as I am. I am only afraid of what the people will do if more children go missing.  I am known as Gauge Alzack Caelum I am 24 years young ~ First appearances and rumors aren't always true~ No one took the time to know me...I was always a quiet child, but always very curious. I was adventurous, but no one seemed to understand what was going on through my mind. The others thought I was weird, freaky, because I often talked about things no one understood or wanted to know about. I'm often strange, but I'm not a completely bad guy. I just tend to be independent, and outgoing in my own way. Who would care about my past...I was an orphan from birth, left on the steps of the orphanage when I wasn't even a day old. The orphanage was forced to take me in, but I was always unhappy there. I began to fantasize on my own, and my detachment from reality made other kids afraid of me. I learned to read at a young age, and read through the whole orphanage library. But that was nothing compared to the stories that I would listen to from an old lady who lived on the streets. She was a social outcast, but I didn't mind, because I was sort of one as well. She told me stories about witches, and magic, and mythical creatures; but my favorite had to be the one about a river; the river that turned red.
The old lady died when I was fourteen, three years after she had told me about the red river, and I decided to leave the orphanage when I was nineteen. I wanted to find that river...the river that had interested me ever since I was a child. The orphanage wouldn't allow it, but then something happened, and I was suddenly branded as a permanent outcast, a demon, which allowed me to slip away in search for the river. And now I've reached a certain town in which children have started to go missing...and the river has turned red once more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 7:22 pm
 It was normal to hear the hustle and bustle of the town in the early afternoon. Today, though things seemed to be quiet and still.
Amara was busy at work hemming a gown for maiden's sixteenth birthday. She was lucky to have the work, seeming as how people were avoiding her more than usual lately. She had been working since early this morning, hoping to get this finished a day early, considering the particualr maiden was known to change her mind at the last second.
She stopped sewing for a moment and stared out the window. Parents who normally let their children play in the snow, were forced to hold hands with their parents while out on business. "Poor things. I would have rather stayed home than stay by mother all the time." She sighed and decided to put her work aside.
Restless and eager to share a little happiness with the children of the town, she pulled on her white cloak and left the shop, bringing along a basket cinnamon fabric with her. It was a specialty she made. Strips of fabric that were too small to be reused she would soak in a honey water and cinnomon mixture and then let them out to dry. She would give them to children to play with or suck on when they visited her shop, or when she was out on errands.
As she stepped onto the street and shut the door behind her, the people close by averted their eyes and ignored her. Amara didn't mind. She was out to help children, not adults. As she walked by the little girl she saw earlier she dropped a red strip of cinnomon fabric close by and continued walking.
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