This is something I wrote today. It's actually part of a much larger profile I'm using for an RP I'm waiting to hear back from on Gaia. This is just the "history" section of the profile. The reason it's posted here is because I'm very proud of myself for doing it. This accomplishes two things: It shows my determination to get writing again, because this RP is strictly literate and advanced literate; and I feel it shows that I can write well beyond dialogue, since that seems to be my latest and most popular critique. Here it is (the names are not important, they're strictly for the RP):
Gabriel was born to the mountainous region of Alta. And although the tall mountains kept his small family from intruders, they also proved to hide them from the rest of the world. As he grew and matured, he soon realized his mother's choice in raising her children here was not a choice, but a need to keep them from being found. For what point and purpose...he has yet to find out.
On the night of his birth, Gabriel was not alone in his entrance to Asgardia. He also was blessed with a sister. A twin aptly named Gabriella. The two were inseperable as most identical siblings were. They went everywhere together--their locations were limited by the harsh terrian and even harsher vampiric threats, of course--laughing, playing and generally keeping each other's company. But there were few valleys which quickly became their habitual places of play. Among their favorite games would be tag, hide-and-seek, and "pretend." Anything outdoors. They were equally adored by their mother, who did everything in her power to provide for her children. With the constant threat of the unstable government crumbling and the cut-throat society, this was not an easy task. To say there was never night Gabriel nor his sister went hungry or cold or even ill would be a lie. Sometimes, it would even be a few days. But the two never hungered for love nor thirsted for attention from their mother.
If anything, Gabriel and Gabriella only wanted a chance to meet their father. Only to meet him--to know he was alive, that he cared, and an oppurtunity to ask him why he left their mother to fend for themselves. Their mother, as kind and loving as she was, did not feed their inquisitive nature, however. On the contrary, she would never speak of their father and would quickly change the subject whenever the man was mentioned. Seeing the effect it had on their poor mother, the twins eventually stopped asking about their father. But they never stopped wondering, hoping, dreaming and sometimes, praying for his return. In the safety of the room they shared, the two would fantasize about the man their father had become. One night, their father was a powerful advisor to Alandor XII (Gabriella's idea); on a separate occasion, he had become a wealthy merchant in Quanan (attributed to Gabriel). The stories carried them through childhood and kept them content with their father's descion to abandon the woman he loved--for, he had to love aany woman who would bear his children--and his children.
But maturity set in all too quickly.
On the eve of his sixteenth birthday: the day he would become a man by most standards, Gabriel decided he would put an end to his mother's suffering. He would seek out his father at any cost. Though it did break her heart to see her only son go, his mother was surprisingly supportive. She pulled him into her room, before dawn, while Gabriella still slept and handed him a tattered book with a black cover and two initials etched in gold on the front. It was his father's journal, his mother explained to him. The man wrote in it fatithfully each day and it was the only possession left behind when he abandoned her. Before he could ask why such a thing had been kept from him all these years, his mother answered that she wasn't ready to see her baby boy go. Gabriel was just like his father, his mother said as the tears came streaming down her cheeks. She saw the same passion and excitement for adventure in his eyes as him. The journal would only bring about more questions and he would naturally go searching for its author.
Well, the two weren't quite as alone as they thought. Gabriella has been listening at the door. She burst in, begging to accompany Gabriel on his journey. She had to meet their father, if Gabriel was to find him in his quest--which, she had every confidence that he would; he was her big brother, afterall... He could do anything. How could he argue with her?
And so, the two set out to find their father with only his journal to guide them. With them, they carried only meager rations and few clothes. "They must travel light to travel fast"--Gabriel's words. The days were hard and the nights cold. Gabriel knew there was a reason their mother kept the two secluded in Alta all these years and so he decided to keep to the mountains during their journey. The tough paths made it nearly impossible for theives to follow and the caves provided adequate shelter at night. The journey proved to be too hard for Gabriella, however. Between Laconia and Tarquain (although, he couldn't be quite certain), Gabriella began to grow paler, slower and more tired during the day. Gabriel's drive forced him to continue at a steady pace but he couldn't expect to push his sister to her limit. They slowed, but it was no use. Gabriel held her head in his lap until her eyes closed, never to open again. That night, he cried himself to sleep. And many other nights afterwards.
Now truly alone (for he has come too far to return without both a father and sister), Gabriel turns to his father's journal more than ever and uses nothing but determination to push him forward. He travels to Quanan to see if any of the many ships once carried his father here.
.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.
