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Original Character MEME! By ~DrakeTheDuelist Instructions: Name 10 of your original characters (or 10 characters of which you have your own rendition of) and nimbler them from 1 to 10. Use that list to complete the meme. #1- Lydia #2- Shannon #3- Fletcher #4 - Lyra #5- Ana #6- Kate #7- Alaera #8- Jaime #9- Maurie #10- Sylas 1) What would #8 say to you if he/she became real? Well... I would HOPE he would invite me home with him... 2) What does #7 do for fun? Take liesurely rides through Mirkwood. When she's not chasing after Daeron, that is. 3) What is #4's life-long dream? To stop worrying over Jack's ridiculous antics. 4)

"Draco, come," his mother commanded softly. Her pallid, shaking hand was outstreched in front of her, gesturing for her son to step forward. Only a couple of feet away from him, Shannon could hear his deep, ragged breathing. His eyes squinted shut, then reopened with haste. He was frightened. She could see it now more than ever, and for the first time, she felt sympathy for him. She knew how difficult it must be, having to decide between the side he wanted to choose and the side he knew he was obligated to choose. He began to take a step, but the moment his heel hit the shattered stone beneath him, Shannon's free hand took his in a rush of em

                             21 Jump Street fanfiction OC                                 Create a Character NAME: Katelyn Elaine Prince Nickname: Kate, Prince, Princess Meaning/History: Elaine is the name of her mother, and her mother's mother Notes: Penhall begins calling her Princess within her first few days on the force, because of her last name and English background. She's annoyed by it at first, but it gradually grows on her, until she actually becomes quite fond of it. ~~~~ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Gender: Female Age: 19 when story starts Age claimed: 19 Birthday: January 2, 1968 Astrological sign: Capricorn Hair color: Li

Prologue I recall a certain, rather distinct denseness in the air that summer. Whether that ever meant something significant or not, I never really knew. All I was ever certain of was the heat, the constant threat of storms, and the sweat dripping relentlessly from my brow. It had been a disturbingly plain season that year, one lacking of any real excitement or provocation, and until this day I've never really understood why things had begun to pan out so quickly as they did. I often found myself replaying the events over and over again in my mind until finally the memories all began to blur into one massive haze. I would sometimes manage t

        Alaera slid deftly from the rough leather of the saddle atop her mount, growling under her breath about the immaturity and selfishness of others. Of course he was the one to disturb her quiet evening. It always seemed to be him. She tied her steed to the post outside the old pub window and a sign hung, crooked and rotting, over the weathered wooden door. It read "The Prancing Pony" in letters almost difficult to make out for the dark of the night. Huffing over the fact that for the third time in nearly a month she had had to postpone whatever plans she had made to go and retrieve him from wherever he had decided to wander off to. "R