This is just here as a reminder for me. ^^

RP plot ideas, characters, etc.
"Welcome to Seera: A haven for all races of the universe!" Glows bright orange letters on the screens of nearby spacecraft. The captains of the ships enter the figid planet's atmosphere, usually hoping for a short rest after a long journey. Too bad they don't realize that they aren't leaving any time soon.
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Seerans are considered a pest by nearby planets. Constant threats of hostile takeovers constantly come from them, but their army is too weak to conquer even nearby moons. Any time they are mentioned, other races laugh. In fact, the people of nearby planets bet on which race will be 'threatened' next. And suddenl, it all stopped. No threats. Nothing. It was like the Seerans had disappeared.

Curious as to what had happened, the Union of Intergalactic Relations(UIR), sent a squadron to see what had happened to the Seerans. They never returned. Any attempts to contact them via satellite failed. The UIR assumed that they had been eaten by something. Seera was deemed a dead planet and no one asked any questions. Who really cared about them anyway? They had been nothing more than a nuisance. Millenia went by. Wars were waged, people evolved and mingled. Then, something terrible happened.

The Milky Way galaxy was destroyed by a rare phenomenon, called an Orbital Rift. Planets suddenly crumbled to bits. The races succumbed to a strange illness. People of all worlds in the galaxy either died or barely managed to escape. They sought refuge in other galaxies, but most were shunned due to the disease. But in the Bane galaxy, one planet came to aid their distress. Any ship passing by was greeted by bright orange letters on message screens, beckoning them.

The Seerans hadn't died out. Instead, they had spent the millenia perfecting their technology and waiting. Just waiting for an event such as the Orbital Rift. They used it to their advantage. There was a reason no one had come back from Seera. They had been brainwashed into slaves and soldiers.

The UIC has been notified of the recent activity on Seera by passing spacecraft. To get a better idea of what has happened to the planet, they have sent a squadron of ten elite people from different planets. As soon as they land, a group of Seeran soldiers will take them to the brainwashing facilities. Can this team pull it together and escape their fa

First Name: Kaitlyn, and I hate it with every fiber of my being, so I'd prefer that you don't call me that.
Nicknames: Squeaker, Nemo, the Almighty Queen of Nothing. Actually, I quite like that last one. I should put it on a name tag. "Hello, I am the Almighty Queen of Nothing" kinda has a ring to it, eh?
Age: 15
Style: Most people would call me goth or emo. I prefer unique.

Maramail: If you want to chat with me, go right ahead.
Marapal: Only if I've chatted with you.
Club: I'm currently in one.

Favorite Color: Silver, followed by black and blue.
Favorite Book: Inkheart
Favorite Food: Ice cream. Yum. My second favorite would have to be asian food.
Favorite Animal: Martins. They're like ferrets, only cooler.
Favorite Group: Currently it's Oomph! It changes on a regular basis, however. As long as it's hard rock.
Other likes: Manga(D. Gray-Man! ), pocky, drawing, writing, books, photography, my psychotic friends, Kingdom Hearts, Marilyn Manson, Skinny Puppy, Disney music(The original stuff, none of that Hannah Montana or Jonas Brothers bullcrap! )
Dislikes: Twilight, television, vegetables, country music, pink, clowns, the outdoors, Hannah Montana, Jonas Brother, Avril Lavigne, Emo people

Fun Facts!
-I love Alice in Wonderland and all its forms.
-Thunder119 is my mom.
-I'm horribly afraid of spiders.
-I'm like a walking dictionary. Seriously.

I thought this short story up centered around a dragon character for a book that I'm writing. If anyone's curious, If I ever get it published, it's gonna be called "The Prophecy of the Wyrms." Enjoy!
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"Well, well, what do we have here?" The dragon wheezes, seemingly preoccupied with something. You can't see him well, just a sillohouette. He ignores you, so you walk away. Wandering around, you examine some of the graves in the area. Most of them are so old that they crumble at your touch. Others are, disturbingly, newer. You wonder what the dragon does that all these graves are here. You shudder at the images that flood into your mind.

An interesting place, you think as you pass by a statue of an angel. It seems to watch you as you walk by. You shake off the thought. How could stone be watching you? As you go around it, you realize that you have a better view of the dragon. You look over at him, and gasp in horror. Alerted at the sound, the dragon turns to face you. "Why are you here?" He rasps in a whispery voice, his bloodred eyes squinting to get a good look at you. He's dead, he's got to be. His pale skin is coming away in places, revealing muscle. Heck, you can even see parts of the zombie dragon's skeleton.

You take a deep breath and attempt to glare into his eyes. "Why are you here?" You ask, your gaze shifting to whatever it is he's working on. He quickly covers it with a skeletal claw. "I mean," You quickly say, "Where are we?"

The dragon sighs, as if you are incredibly dense. "This, this is a cemetary. But not just any cemetary. It is where heroes go. You know, the ones from the stories that have happy endings that aren't so happy. I watch over them." He explains.

"Oh, so you're like the Grim Reaper or something?"

The monster scoffs. "Ha! The Grim Reaper simply collects the souls of the dead. What he does with them, I don't want to know. Like I said, I watch over the lost souls."

"Oh. What are you working on?" You ask, your confidence slowly returning. The dragon seems to brighten up at the question.

"Do you really want to know? Promise you won't scream?" He asks, his eyes reducing to mere slits, suspicious. You nod. He removes his claw, and your breath catches in your throat as you stare at it. It stares back.

"It, it's...Interesting." You stammer.

"You really like it? I had heard legends abo