Ani
06-16-2005, 09:24 AM
<DIV>(( This story was written to explain a bit of a character re-roll. I was really being bothered byt he fact that my character really had no background sotry that was profound in my RP. Finally I had a good idea which would sort of clear up Rp questions and issues. This is just an explanation. Crits and comment son the story would be liked though ))</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><EM> Acacia clutched her leather bound Journal in her hands and ripped at the pages inside. She didn't want to remeber, but she knew she should keep tabs on a few things. She leaned up against the side of the ship bringing in new refugees. It would be going back soon, and she needed to be swift. She looked quite out of place in her old rags from when she first dropped on the Isle. She didn't remeber anything THEN either. Her sad eyes watched as the pages floated down into the water; the ink washing away leaving only parchment floating on the surface.</EM></DIV> <DIV><EM> The anchors started lifting and with a final deep breath she snuck through an open "window" of the ship and stowed away. She would have to write everything on the journey back and take the potion at the last moment. The vial pressed against her hip bone urging her to write faster. She wrote everything she thought she might need. The names of friends, what to look for on the Isle, and most of all...things about her. She would need to remeber that she was a low born, and what her name was. All those things that might help her more than the first time she went through it all.</EM></DIV> <DIV><EM></EM> </DIV> <DIV><EM> It was time to erase her memory. To start over again, almost exactly as she had before. Only this time it was voluntary. Acacia had a panicky and unstable personality and she had finally been driven mad. Too many friends had left, too many fights with others, and too many strange behavoirs from people she didn't know. Especially that one...</EM></DIV> <DIV><EM> She shook her head defiantly and drank down the orange liquid throwing the vial down and forcing herself to swallow. She felt nothing, and soon began to wonder if the alchemist had been trustworthy. Just as she was about to give up hope of her plan working she passed out.</EM></DIV> <DIV><EM></EM> </DIV> <DIV><EM>Her eyes fluttered open, and for the second time in her life she had no idea who, what, or where she was. The book in her hands held the key.</EM></DIV> <DIV><EM></EM> </DIV> <DIV>(( Yeah short I know, but it gives a good enough explaination. Here's the link to the Journal and what is says and such. I'll kjeep updating it to follow her story so bookmark it! :smileywink:</DIV> <DIV><A href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=17283918&Mytoken=20050615222414" target=_blank>http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=17283918&Mytoken=20050615222414</A>))</DIV>