In here, you will write an entry for your character, describing how their day was. In some cases, if you had just finished an RP. you could tell about that in there too! I'll do the first entry for demonstration.

(OOC: Since Kegan is a boy, I won't say 'Dear Diary,' )

IC: Today was just like any other day. I walked through a city, got some food, walked, washed my clothes, oh, and did I mention that I walked?

But, today, some person totally just got me really mad! He just walks by me and says something about bringing me to an orphanage. That was when I flipped. I completely just grabbed this guy by the collar, shoved him against a house, and screamed in his face. He looked like he was about to cry! I almost died of laughter trying to write this.

I also made this wonderful soup out of some wild onions, carrots, corn, some deer meat, a tiny bit of fish, and some good seasonings. It was the best meal I have eaten in weeks! Hopefully I can find some more of the same ingredients tomorrow. Until then, I guess I'll just have to eat some of this bread I have.

Until next time,
Kegan

OOC: Isn't anybody else going to try? You're making me sad. But seriously, you should try it out, it's like living with you character day by day

Thanks for trying it out!

The sun has set. I am sitting around my campfire as I write this. Today was a boring day for the most part. There's just nothing to do out here in the country, alone. No cities to visit, no people to bother, and not even any soldiers to run from (though that is also terrifying). You never really get to know yourself very well until you walk through the country for 18 hours with no one to talk to.

I am dirty, sweaty, and most of all, hungry. I haven't eaten anything other than bread for three whole days. It really bothers me that a I managed to get myself in this position, but I know I must go straight through it if I am to ever make it out.

Until tomorrow,
Kegan

I suppose I can give this a go too.

My death is soon, I can feel it in the flow of magic. Every time I reach for it, it seems to shiver with my contact. None of them know what it is like. I try to help and I get scorned for it. I wanted to give those dragons a hand in keeping their race alive, but they forced it back to what it was. They don't deserve my help. None of them do.

I write this now as I know they will be my final words in the coming days. To whomever reads this, know that all I wanted to do was help. To atone for the loss I couldn't stop. Also know that I will not stop until every last one of you receives the punishment you deserve.

Retribution is coming.

I give you a guess which thread this one takes place after.

(Cough Resurface of instinct cough)

I'm going to give a little look into Al's undetailed past, when he was both human and vampire.

Day 15 Month 4

Father gave a speech today, I stood right by his side. The sound of their cheering in my ears. I truly love that sound, and someday, they'll be cheering for me. The thought both excites and frightens me. I know I'll be a good king, but I'll never match father. I guess I should say what his speech was about. He announced the alignment of Miona Morea and Corinth through the marriage of princess Anna and I. It's weird, I'm marrying a girl I've only met a couple times.We played together when we were kids, I remember, she was different then all the others. But it's been twelve years, I wonder if her father molded her into the perfect little princess.

I'm going to do some of Kegan's past now (as in a really tragic part)!

One day, I lost was sitting under my favorite tree, eating an apple, like I usually did. The men of the village walked up to me and told me how sick and tired of me being around they were. Obviously they were drunk. They added that they were sick of me hogging their wives' attention all day long. I was not a bit shocked at this. I was a seven year old little boy who had blond hair and differently colored eyes, who wouldn't want to hug me?!

I told them that they should go drink another glass of whiskey so they could clear their heads of the illusion of the little boy they were seeing. One of them didn't exactly take a liking to that, and punched me right in the eye. "I've had about enough of your attitude, you're out of here, forever," He said, storming off to his house. The other man did the same, leaving me there.

That night, I knocked on every door of the village. They all opened their doors, but refused to let me in. I was so confused. What did I do that was so wrong? After that, I remember crying myself to sleep on my favorite tree.

The next morning, I woke up. I thought maybe things had cooled down a bit, and that I would have a place to stay. Apparently, though, it had all but cooled down. I still wasn't allowed in any of the houses. I tried to stick around to see if I could possibly find just one person who would take me in.

Later that day, the village men were drunk again, and were talking about me. "Look, there he is!" One of them said, pointing to me. They all ran over to me, pointing at my eye. I heard them say something about how that was just plain cruel of the one who did it.

As if on cue, he walked up. "Admiring my handiwork, eh?" He asked the others, laughing. They shunned him for a second, but he regained control over them easily. It was quite apparent he was the leader of the village.

The man spat in my face. "You're such a jerk, picking on the little seven-year-old orphan just because you know you can get away with it" I said, glaring at him. He backhanded me.

"I was going to let you at least sleep on our porches, but now you're never going to see the inside of this village for the rest of your unfortunate life" He said, already grabbing me and throwing me on his shoulder.

I don't remember what happened after that, but what I do remember next is waking up outside of the village, covered in bruises.

Aww poor Kegan.

Day 20 Month 4

I met Anna a couple days ago, thats why I haven't been able to write. She's just as nice as I remember her being, though she has changed. But I did expect her to be different. She keeps telling me I haven't changed a bit! I find that absurd, over the years I've gotten more mature and responsible! Ugh, my arm is starting to hurt.Lately my body has been getting horrible aches and pains. I haven't done anything out of the ordinary, so I have no idea what is causing these pains. Oh, wait, it's probably just the stress of all thats happening. Or maybe it's the pork we ate last night, there was something funny in that meal. Everyone else said that theirs tasted fine! Maybe I just got a bad piece of the pig.

Day 24 Month 4

I haven't gotten any better. In fact, I've gotten worse. A few days ago I got this horrible cough. Every minute it gets worse. Right now I feel like I have a razor in my throat, and I'm starting to think there is since I'm starting to cough up blood! Right now i'm in the castles medical room. Father postponed the marriage. Thank God! I can't imagine walking down the aisle coughing up my own lung! I would write more, but I seriously feel like my arm is going to fall off.

Got an idea from you ben, this is Keralin's most tragic part of his life.

She's dead... She can't be dead... I won't believe it! I can't... Meridel... I will avenge you. I can't avenge her, she's not dead. She still lives. It was a dream... It couldn't have been anything else... We were going to have a child, she couldn't have died... It's impossible... Meridel.. I couldn't get there in time. The spear...

It's been four days since Meridel died. My mind was ravaged with grief for those days, I think I went mad for a while but I can't be sure. I know now that she truly is dead, our child with her. Why do I deserve to live while she dies? I have the answer. Revenge. I will make the Draconians pay, they will all pay. I am not powerful enough by myself, I will need help. I know of a place where the most forbidden of magic is taught, Dark magic. They will teach me, and when I am powerful enough I will kill them all.
They all will pay for her death.

I have arrived at the Mountains of Morning Mist, the knowledge I seek is within it's rocky maze. How many days has it been since Meridel died? I can't tell, the days have blended together, the nights filled with nightmares that force me to keep moving to avoid them. I fear that the only thing that it keeping me sane is this journal. The one constant.

I don't know whether this is a blessing or a curse! This power comes at such a great cost, my own soul! The scholars here are eager to teach me, and even more eager to see me use the magic they teach. They have taught me forbidden words of the Ancient language, words that are entirely unnatural yet powerful. I don't know how I can accomplish my goal with the small amount of power I have gained here. Meridel... I will avenge your death. The shadows consume those responsible for your death.

The last Journal entry gave me an idea, an obscure reference to an ancient power in a book I once read a life-time ago. Yet the book said that it was more powerful than anything else in existence. I will find this power. I told the scholars here about it and they pointed me to a place of shadows, a place they said no soul should ever venture. They weren't happy when I said I was leaving. Who needs them? They will all die anyway. All I need is strength and my Journal.

How many days now? I don't know... My hand trembles as I write this, I fear it's from exhaustion as I haven't slept in days. When was the last time I slept? I can't remember. I can't even remember what a night's sleep is like. All that comes are the nightmares, the memories. The spear... piercing her body. Piercing the baby. Her life draining from her. I couldn't get there in time... At least my Journal doesn't judge me. I have arrived at the caverns of Shadow. I venture inside without fear, for if it brings my death, I welcome it.

I'm going to stop here, I'll finish this in the next week.

I know this kind of died a while ago, but I want to write with my charry's in here. It could be interesting.

Day One: Afternoon

My name is Vermona. It stands for "vampire" in the Cold Tongue. I don't know my real name. I don't remember anything before I woke up and found myself a vampire. The last time I looked in a reflective surface, my eyes were black as pitch. I need to hunt, and soon. Me and Allen will be visiting a village for human food, and it wouldn't do for me to have my self-control slip while in a place with people. My mate needs to hunt, too. He's not as far gone as I am, but it would be safer for at least one of us to be sane, right? Allen has just come up to me and asked if I will join him on a hunt for a Beorya (cave bear). Living in the Beors is quite nice; big game that keeps both of us sated for several weeks, and the animals we hunt are somewhat of a challenge to track, and my mate enjoys a good chase before the final kill. I think I will take him up on his offer, so I will close with this.

Mona

I will probably have a different character every time I post. It will depend on what mood I'm in.lol