Raine Bell

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  1. Mods?

    Was a spammer in the student section but it has been taken care of thankfully
  2. Mods?

    Seconded. Especially since we only have one student whose active at the moment
  3. Crystalmoore Estate

    Turning a corner Katrina stared down yet another empty corridor, lined with no doors no lights, not even a single window. She had been wandering empty halls for what seemed to be hours. Surveying the amount the candle burned down though said otherwise. It stood tall and straight, not a single drop of wax rolled to the base, there was no melted wax to drip. Growing exasperated Katrina stomped a heeled boot. "This is ridiculous, I am going to go back and start over." Turning on her heel, she moved forward and ran straight into a wall. The bump forced her to take a few startled steps backwards. Had she not come from that way? Surely there couldn't be a wall. She was just standing in the middle of a hallway. Was she not? A loud clatter sounded from behind her, forcing her to jump around. A picture frame was lying on the floor, clearly apparent that it was hanging from the wall not a second sooner. Thunder rumbled outside, the corridor vibrating with the energy from the storm. Lightning cracked a moment later illuminating the hallway from the window that sat pristine beside her. Blinking her eyes several times, Katrina pressed the book to her chest in hopes to calm her wild heartbeat. She was being such a child, jumping at shadows. She gently placed the book and candle on a small table the stood up underneath the window and reached down to lift the picture. The flame gave enough light that finding the hook to hang the portrait again was simple. Backing away Katrina surveyed the whole image. There sat a young girl, blonde curled hair framed her face, bright violet eyes seemed to smile out at her, the large bow the sat on her head was almost as large as her face. She seemed like a sweet kid full of fun, like a darling doll. Lightning flashed behind Katrina and the image changed momentarily. The little girls eyes gleamed red and her grin was no longer innocent but had a more threatening appearance to it. The flashing outside continued and the picture changed again. She saw herself sitting in the frame, but not truly her. Her green eyes were replaced with devious gold ones, her brown hair hung loose in her face. Alas that was not the part that disturbed her the most, it was the wide Cheshire cat grin she had. It was the most wicked smile she had ever seen. The lightning finally ceased and the image returned to that of the young girl. Stumbling backwards in fear her rear knocked into the small table she had set everything. The candle fell to the ground, the book following in the tumble downwards. Katrina tried to grasp the items before they hit the floor, which resulted in her wrapping her hand around the wick's end and knocking the book open. She felt the slight burn of the flame but her eyes fell on the page that the book had opened to. In bold lettering she stared in shock of what it read. Afraid of the dark? Then she felt the lurch beneath her and the floor gave in. Blackness enveloped her as she began her downward spiral. Her screams grew thick in her throat but a sound did not escape from her parted lips. When she opened her eyes again she was kneeling by the window, the book and the candle sitting on the hall table completely undisturbed. Attempting to calm her breathing Katrina leaned her head back against the wall only to snap back at the sound of the storm waging war outside. Casting her gaze on the picture before her Katrina stared into the eyes of the young child. "Who are you?" Suddenly she remembered the child's handwriting in the book and why she had ventured out of the room in the first place. Standing slowly Katrina took a deep breath and reached for the candle and noticed the hint of a bruise on the inside of her forearm up to her elbow. When had she received that? Images of her hurtling down flooded her mind. Had it not been just a thought, had that really happened? Brushing the thought out of her mind she noticed the candle had almost melted down. Not wanting to dwell on it Katrina grabbed the candle of that book she had brought with her. Dread crawled up her spine as her free hand hovered over the thick leather cover. Nonsense. She chuckled to herself and wrapped her fingers around the binding. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she turned down the hall resuming her search, so preoccupied with her search she didn't notice the reflection in the window revealed an odd golden glow in her green eyes. She needed to locate this Miss. Abigail.
  4. Crystalmoore Estate

    Bright green eyes scanned the darkness she watched from the bay window. Her legs were curled up beside her, the dusty old book laid wide open on her lap. Delicate fingers traced the words beneath her. Katrina. The name sounded odd to her ears in her bell like voice but her lips move naturally as though she had mentioned the name on multiple occasions. Glancing back out the window, she was greeted with a flash of lightning followed by the near transparent reflection of her face. Her near flawless complexion shone a ghostly pale in the glass, the only thing that gave her a slight humanistic look was the light spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her brown hair was curled almost perfectly around her face; just a few pieces were tousled from when she awoke on the bay window. She couldn't recall when she had fallen asleep by the window, then again nor could she remember much else other than her name. Well sitting here was not going to bring her memories back. Standing up from the bench, she brushed the wrinkles out from her floor length gown. It was a robin's egg blue which complemented the silkiness of her skin; the bodice hugged her tightly forming the appearance of full breasts which she was far from. Never would one expect that a young lady at the tender age of sixteen years still maintained the figure of a child. On the thought process of child Katrina surveyed the quaint room she was currently standing in. The walls were bare save for the bookshelves that towered to the ceiling, each shelf lined with books that were beyond decrepit; they were falling apart with a simple breath. It was as if just by touching them they would disintegrate into a pile of dust. The young lady was pulled from her dream like trance as a creak of a door could be hear d from far away. Her head whipped to the bedroom door as she witnessed its slow movement but the sound was not coming from it. Tilting her head petite ears picked up the sound of footsteps amidst the howling of the wind. But that couldn't be possible; there was not another person in the house, there couldn’t be. Returning back the bay window seat, she flipped the book she had left there open to the last page she viewed. There was only her name in a neat scrawl on the page. The rest of the book was empty. Shutting the book again her fingers traced the letters on the spine. Crystalmoore Estates. If that was where she was, in the middle of some abandoned but grandiose estate than the book had some truth to it about there not being another person. Feeling the book hum beneath her fingertips, Katrina subconsciously opened to a different page feeling the parchment carefully. Why was she searching, what was she searching for? A faint depression in the page stopped her mindless hunt. Lowering her gaze onto the page she noticed another name written in a different hand. It had a childlike quality to it, a hand that had not practiced the art of writing for very long. She whispered the name to herself. It sounded so strange but there was something else to it. Confusion clouded her mind; why couldn't she remember? Pulling the book to her chest Katrina formulated her plan she was going to get answers, she just had to find them. A flicker of light caught her attention from the corner of her eye. A slender candle stood lonely on one of the shelves just waiting. How long had that been there? It didn't matter, it was there now and it was just what she needed. Grabbing the candle and pressing the befuddling book to her she ventured out into the dark in search for her answers and the young Abigail who was apparently in the building as well.
  5. Mods?

    I started lurking in the shadows last month so I'm here.
  6. Is Anyone Free

    A tiny huff escaped past a pair of pale pink petite lips as the young woman attempted to blow her bangs out of her face. Brilliantly violet eyes scanned the horizon, looking over everything that was under her care. The lush meadows to the east dotted with farms and little shops, down south the glittering teal of the ocean, with its glorious ships housed safely, within her northern castle walls her loyal people who place all their faith in her to protect them. With a saddened glance to the west she was reminded of what she has lost. The sky hung bleak and grey, the ground barren and terror clung to every soul that remained there. It was the darkest corner of Acacia Averil Aumen-Antare and it was because of Princess Anistalia Alyna Avenci that this area has fallen to darkness. She was naïve, young, and thought that he truly interested in helping her and ruling with her but alas it was not their destiny to rule side by side but rather to face one another in opposition. His name was Oncyrus Malmor, and he was determined to take all that he could from her. She could not bear the idea of allowing him to rule her lands; could not stand the horrors that he would bring in his wake. His power was a dark one and hers a light but it would seem that in this desperate time for need she would have to do the unthinkable. Her thoughts were disrupted by the abrupt knock at the door. Her voice echoed in the grand room as she commanded the guard to enter. “Your Highness, I have brought the exiled as you have requested. He brings a bag yet has refused to be searched. Shall we…†Raising a fair hand she silenced him. “That will not be necessary. I am aware of what he brings and I am the only one who needs to know.†The high Guard opened his mouth to speak but she spoke over him. “Do not question my decision. My mind has been made.†Turning slowly to face him, she held her head high yet her voice gave away her true emotion behind her façade. “I need for you not to fear, my people need strength while I am gone and who is to give them that in my absence. The guard nodded in understanding. “Remember no one is to know my true intentions, the people are to believe that I am traveling overseas to locate assistance. Until I return the exiled is to remain within the castle walls, locked at all times. Now bring him in.†The guard left for but a moment and returned with an elderly man. He grasped at the head of his staff, avoiding looking Anistalia in the eyes, his face sunken in giving him a ghostly appearance. His voice was dry when he spoke but none the less still clear. “Princess, how wonderful to see you. You look more like your mother every day. However you seem to have inherited a few of your father’s traits. You have his eyes; you also have the mark of a gift. A very strong one at that. The king would have been proud.†Anistalia covered the starburst birthmark that hid just behind her left ear. “You know as well as I do the king was far from proud, this same mark is the reason you were exiled. How could he live happily knowing that the child he called his was the great mage’s daughter? He tried so hard to deny it, named me after his mother. Went as far as to create the royal markings on my wrist.†She glanced down at the three stars that had been burned on to her skin as a babe.†All that was left was to remove the great mage from the picture. Mother begged for your life to be spared, putting her life in danger to save that of her child’s father. For nineteen years I had believed the king was my father only to find out it was you.†The old man removed the cloak he had been wearing to reveal his own pair of bright violet eyes in shock. Anistalia’s eyes lowered to the ground. “Mother told me on her death bed years ago. But it is in the past. I need your help, and I am glad you have agreed. I can’t help but feel you are only doing it out of guilt but regardless when I return we will have time to discuss at length. I need to go now. Have you brought everything?†The mage came out of his surprised stupor and nodded. “You know that this particular spell is forbidden correct?†Anistalia smirked. “Then who better to trust than an exiled mage and my father to keep the secret?†The mage threw up his hands in defeat and started pulling items out of the sack. “Alright we have the dragon’s fang, stands of elvish hair, snake poison and an infant’s heart…†Anistalia spun around quickly to face the old man. “I beg your pardon, an infant’s what?†He placed the items to form a circle not even looking her way when he responded. “I told you the spell is forbidden; now if you plan of proceeding with this I need you to recite the incantation with me.†Anistalia simply grit her teeth and took the parchment from him, staring down at the words. There on the parchment was an old language scrawled in horrid penmanship, it was actually quite difficult to make out the words. Taking a deep breath to calm herself Anistalia began to mutter the words as she saw them, tripping over her tongue in attempts to properly say the words. Within the circle the mage had placed out the ground began to warp and illuminate before her very eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw. A completely different world shimmered from the ground. The old man’s voice penetrated past her awe. “You only have a few days to find help. Another portal will open allowing you to return. But be warned, if you miss that time frame you will be trapped until you can open a new one. Do you understand?†Anistalia rolled up the spell and tucked it under the layers of her dress, determination glowing in her eyes. Without a word she took the plunge, colors swirling around in a frightening manner. She didn’t expect the trip to be so short but the heavy thud that she landed with made it more than apparent that she had arrived. Looking around fear gripped at her soul. Where exactly had she arrived to, when to be more correct. The vast amount of trees she had grown accustomed to seeing had been removed and what lay before her was a rather bustling town with all sorts of sounds and smells she had never encountered. Brushing the dirt of her full pale silver gown, Anistalia pulled her bouncing blond hair away from her face and made her way into the town. The sight she was greeted with was more than she expected. People rushed passed without as much as a glance. Did they not know or care as to who she was? Looks like she was going to have to gain someone’s attention. She spent a few minutes trying to speak to any of the people that passed her but no one stopped. Accepting defeat Anistalia made her way to a building that looked familiar. It was a small inn but it would have to do. “Pardon me; I’d like your best room please. One with a view of the water preferably.†She placed a coin on the counter and waited for the key, however what she got in response was the attendant shouting at her for thinking they were fools to accept counterfeit payment. After moments of heated argument Anistalia had had enough and stormed out of the building. Fed up with not knowing anything she finally decided to just speak with the royals, all that was necessary was to locate them. Finally getting the attention of a passerby, Anistalia tried to speak without her anxiety getting to her. “I beg your pardon I am Princess Anistalia Alyna Avenci of Acacia Averil Aumen-Antare. Could you possibly lead me to the castle for this kingdom? It is imperative that I speak with the royals.â€
  7. is anyone free

    I thought we agreed on that
  8. ...and it made me frown

    Had that happen before. The ppl above managed to flood their washing machine. We noticed and called the office a full 20 minutes before they called asking for help. The water was actually dripping from the light switches and smoke detectors
  9. Hello.

    Well hi there
  10. ...and it made me frown

    So corner of my room is still black. Called apartment two weeks ago to show and figure out wth it was. Yay mold...get told they will clean and fix it up and make sure it's taken care of. It's not...I want to be surprised but really I expected it. And it's their damn fault the mold was there in the first place. Ugh
  11. Secret Santa and Card Exchange Hooray!

    I'll do cards because I'm a sad broke college kid but I will spend for cards. Edit: I'm sure this will be discussed with y'all but the limit will be roughly the same dependant on pols location?
  12. Hear me out - Dinosaurs with Lasers

    I feel slightly hurt. Ero doesn't want me no more. Oh sad day. I actually just came to post because of that happy dog
  13. dumb shit noia made

    I'm sad too but I have an actual question. Hands, how? That's the one thing j just can't get no matter what I almost wanna say eff it them ppl don't need hands. Ok sorry crazy moment but really in all seriousness how do you do them?
  14. Roleplay (Female characters only)

    Alright, that will be posted here correct?
  15. Roleplay (Female characters only)

    So I'm just a little confused at what you mean which character I'll be playing because I'm not sure if there are other species other then the Fross Faeries, humans and mermaids. I clicked on the link and saw the list of things you have worked on but there wasn't really any explanation. So am I just to chose a character and just go from there? Doesn't matter her personality or anything?
  16. is anyone free

    Alright so we have a beginning post yay. I'm not going to lie, I struggled a bit on that but whatevs it's up. If either of you feel something needs to be edited or added please let me know. Now let's get this going. :)
  17. Roleplay (Female characters only)

    A little information and what you're hoping for might be helpful. So what ever you want me to know is good.
  18. yo, uh...sorry? o.o

    Hey 'sup. Good to see you still come back to lurk on the forums
  19. Roleplay (Female characters only)

    I'm good with "The Beginning" then. Not only would it allow for you to learn of my style but vice versa it assists me in learning yours. And I'd absolutely would be up for creating a mini series with the RPS you have listed. Allows for long time development. Let me warn you though I do have a tendency to be slow and disappear at times. It's not because of you or anything with the way the story will be moving it's more just me dealing with RL stuff but I will try to be as active as possible.
  20. Roleplay (Female characters only)

    You made it so difficult to choose one, I like them all but I'd have to say my most favorites are "Beginning", "The Mysterious Cry", and "Project Merfolk"; the last one being the top fav. So if you're still looking I'm available.
  21. is anyone free

    So sharing a computer with three people made this harder then it should've been. Working on it now.
  22. is anyone free

    I can do. I should have it be the end of the weekend. Anything you want me to mention in the intro
  23. is anyone free

    I'm up. You mean I'm making the first post?
  24. SCHOOL

    I think I missed it. I was off that day. But seriously tips on how to survive the last year of college for your bachelor's
  25. is anyone free

    Are you asking if we want to post