Alexander Groves grew up in Manhattan, New York. His life was wonderful; he had everything—lovely mansion, caring family, money, clothes, and everything a millionaire might have.
But his life changed when they attacked.
One day, Zander had stayed afterschool to play basketball with his friends. When he returned home—or what was left of it—he found men waiting for him.
The men were eight-feet-tall, Alexander noticed, taller than any average human with wild eyes and abnormally pointy teeth. The only human thing about them was their hairy arms tattooed with snakes, hula women, and valentine hearts.
His mansion was destroyed and his parents were no where in sight.
And then one of them spotted him. He pointed at Alex, and said in a gruffly voice, "There he is. He's the one."
The others started grabbing anything nearby, probably to use as weapons.
Alex was too surprised to move. This was all too much to take in. Were his parents dead?
He was thinking so much that he barely took note of a tree barreling straight at him. All he could muster was a gasp—as someone tackled him to the ground. One of the trees branches sliced through his T-shirt, leaving a slight sting.
The person helped him to get up. Finally, Zander got to see their features. The person was a girl?
"Who are you?" Zander asked.
The wind was making the girl's silver hair to fall over her face. She tried brushing it off, but after getting the same response, she gave up.
"I can't tell you my name," the girl answered. In fact, everything about her just shouted "silver." Her eyes were silver; her hair was silver; her clothing was silver; even her skin gave off a silver aura.
Zander couldn't help but ask, "What's up with the silver?"
The girl clamped a clod hand over Alex's mouth. "Shh...I'll explain everything later. For now, I have to take you to my master."
"Master?"
"Watch out!" was all the girl said before she tackled me again. This time the fall hurt.
Zander got up and dusted himself off. "You know how much this costs? What gives."
Then a shadow loomed over the two. Zander looked up and saw another one of those things. He was about to run when more of them kept coming, blocking his way.
One of them smashed their fists. "Lunch time."
The girl muttered one word: "Laistrygonians." Zander wasn't even going to ask. He'd had enough with the weird things.
But the weird things were only just beginning.
The girl pulled off a silver pin from her hair, causing more hair to fall over her face. Then the hairpin started to grow. It grew into a three-foot-long bow, at least the length of the girl's torso.
And then Zander noticed the quiver of arrows on her back. It also was silver. The girl pulled one out and shot it at one of the Laistrygonians, turning it to golden dust.
Again, weird.
ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! Three Laistygonians poofed away.
A Laistrygonian holding a wooden club charged the girl. But the girl was too swift. She did a somersault over the giant's head and ZIP! he burst like a piñata stuffed with golden dust.
"Whoa" was all Zander could say.
The girl slid under another one of the giants' legs and shot an arrow into his back. Her moves were graceful—and deadly. Good thing she was on Zander's side.
Then the girl came back and grabbed Zander by the hand. "We have to go—now!"
As they ran away, other girls in silver armour ran past them, shooting arrows like pros—which obviously they were.
A giant white wolf appeared before them. When it came to a skidding stop, splashing snow on them. A woman who seemed a little younger than Alexander sat on the wolf's back.
"What are you looking at, brat?" the woman on the wolf asked. "Hop on."
Zander didn't need to asked twice. He jumped onto the wolf's back and grabbed the woman by the waist to steady himself.
The woman tensed.
"Don't touch me, young man," she said with venom.
Zander let go reluctantly.
The woman bent over and whispered something into the wolf's ear, and soon they were off.
Since I'm new here, I wanted to explain my character first. This is Alexander Groves, he's sixteen, and you'll find out more later. Please give me some feedback.
But his life changed when they attacked.
One day, Zander had stayed afterschool to play basketball with his friends. When he returned home—or what was left of it—he found men waiting for him.
The men were eight-feet-tall, Alexander noticed, taller than any average human with wild eyes and abnormally pointy teeth. The only human thing about them was their hairy arms tattooed with snakes, hula women, and valentine hearts.
His mansion was destroyed and his parents were no where in sight.
And then one of them spotted him. He pointed at Alex, and said in a gruffly voice, "There he is. He's the one."
The others started grabbing anything nearby, probably to use as weapons.
Alex was too surprised to move. This was all too much to take in. Were his parents dead?
He was thinking so much that he barely took note of a tree barreling straight at him. All he could muster was a gasp—as someone tackled him to the ground. One of the trees branches sliced through his T-shirt, leaving a slight sting.
The person helped him to get up. Finally, Zander got to see their features. The person was a girl?
"Who are you?" Zander asked.
The wind was making the girl's silver hair to fall over her face. She tried brushing it off, but after getting the same response, she gave up.
"I can't tell you my name," the girl answered. In fact, everything about her just shouted "silver." Her eyes were silver; her hair was silver; her clothing was silver; even her skin gave off a silver aura.
Zander couldn't help but ask, "What's up with the silver?"
The girl clamped a clod hand over Alex's mouth. "Shh...I'll explain everything later. For now, I have to take you to my master."
"Master?"
"Watch out!" was all the girl said before she tackled me again. This time the fall hurt.
Zander got up and dusted himself off. "You know how much this costs? What gives."
Then a shadow loomed over the two. Zander looked up and saw another one of those things. He was about to run when more of them kept coming, blocking his way.
One of them smashed their fists. "Lunch time."
The girl muttered one word: "Laistrygonians." Zander wasn't even going to ask. He'd had enough with the weird things.
But the weird things were only just beginning.
The girl pulled off a silver pin from her hair, causing more hair to fall over her face. Then the hairpin started to grow. It grew into a three-foot-long bow, at least the length of the girl's torso.
And then Zander noticed the quiver of arrows on her back. It also was silver. The girl pulled one out and shot it at one of the Laistrygonians, turning it to golden dust.
Again, weird.
ZIP! ZIP! ZIP! Three Laistygonians poofed away.
A Laistrygonian holding a wooden club charged the girl. But the girl was too swift. She did a somersault over the giant's head and ZIP! he burst like a piñata stuffed with golden dust.
"Whoa" was all Zander could say.
The girl slid under another one of the giants' legs and shot an arrow into his back. Her moves were graceful—and deadly. Good thing she was on Zander's side.
Then the girl came back and grabbed Zander by the hand. "We have to go—now!"
As they ran away, other girls in silver armour ran past them, shooting arrows like pros—which obviously they were.
A giant white wolf appeared before them. When it came to a skidding stop, splashing snow on them. A woman who seemed a little younger than Alexander sat on the wolf's back.
"What are you looking at, brat?" the woman on the wolf asked. "Hop on."
Zander didn't need to asked twice. He jumped onto the wolf's back and grabbed the woman by the waist to steady himself.
The woman tensed.
"Don't touch me, young man," she said with venom.
Zander let go reluctantly.
The woman bent over and whispered something into the wolf's ear, and soon they were off.
Since I'm new here, I wanted to explain my character first. This is Alexander Groves, he's sixteen, and you'll find out more later. Please give me some feedback.
1. Choose an OC
2. What clothes is he/she wearing?
3. How do you greet your OC for the first time?
4. Does your OC like your first impression?
5. Where do you take him/her?
6. It's lunchtime. How is your OC fairing out so far?
7. It's your OC's turn to chose where to go next!
8. Evening is falling. Where do you go now and what do you do there?
9. You get roaring drunk. What does your OC do?
10. The whole day is over. You're both exhausted. Where do you crash?
11. Did the two of you share any quirks or similarities?
12. Despite whether they liked you or not, what did the OC like most about you?
13. What did they dislike most about you?
14. Say your emotional goodbyes.
15. Will your OC ever think of coming back to visit you one day?
2. What clothes is he/she wearing?
3. How do you greet your OC for the first time?
4. Does your OC like your first impression?
5. Where do you take him/her?
6. It's lunchtime. How is your OC fairing out so far?
7. It's your OC's turn to chose where to go next!
8. Evening is falling. Where do you go now and what do you do there?
9. You get roaring drunk. What does your OC do?
10. The whole day is over. You're both exhausted. Where do you crash?
11. Did the two of you share any quirks or similarities?
12. Despite whether they liked you or not, what did the OC like most about you?
13. What did they dislike most about you?
14. Say your emotional goodbyes.
15. Will your OC ever think of coming back to visit you one day?