We Are The Forgotten | CLOSED FOR JOINING |

Welcome to the desolate land of Haven, where pictures of our grandparent's grandparents held the last glimpses of what solace looked like. When society finally became aware of the population of witches living under their noses, war broke out all over the Earth. Cold panic went rampant, and the 'Hunt' became one of the last terms coined by a whole humanity. The lives of just under 1/5 of the global population were treated like animals for sport. The world went up in flames, scorched with the sins of misunderstanding and fear of the unknown.

Welcome to Salem, the sarcastically-named Eden for the dwindling witch population. It's protected by the 'Orchard Wall', and colonized by immortal teenagers made invisible to humans in their very own safe haven. The grass grows green here, but the land is stained with the blood of our brethren.

Ground rules:
1) Please please be polite, and don't push people's ideas for the storyline out. Just because you want it to go your way doesn't mean it always can, so be considerate.
2) Have fun. Don't take it seriously. Don't fight.
3) Cussing is very much allowed, just keep the graphic stuff out. No sex on my server, people.
4) Be creative. It's what it's meant for.

My Character:
Bash Valor
Complexion: Black hair, messy. Grey eyes, fair skin, freckles on his nose. Tall, but lean.
He's an earth witch, which just pretty much means he can make stuff grow and is great for healing.
Yes, my character is a dude. Yes, I am a lady. I need practice writing from a male perspective so feel free to give me pointers where I slip up

(Cool. Mind if I join, yeah?)

(Go for it!)

I don't really mind. Whatever works for you.

(And yeah, of course you can join Iris. )

(Can I join? :D)

To properly process the idea of Salem, you had to think of a salad. A bowl makes up the barriers, holding in all the contents. The bowl, in this case, is the Orchard Wall, which is basically a magical Glamour that conceals Salem from all of humanity. Then you had the lettuce, which makes up the bulk of it. The lettuce is the witch population here- 100% immortal teenagers. Then you have your toppings, which are typically the best part and a variety of different things. The chaotic topping on this Salem salad is our various powers, our main source of diversity. We can all do different things, all equally amazing, and strange. And then you have the dressing, which is flavorful but messy and terrible for you- AKA the outside world turmoil raging all around us, which we can't do anything about. To complete it, all you have to do after all that is slap a lid on that baby and shake the living hell out of it, so everything becomes perfectly chaotic. Boom, Salem.

I skip another rock across the glassy pond, disturbing its mirror image of the afternoon ashed daylight.

I'm going to experiment with a method of RPing. I won't describe my Canada's personality or appearance, but it's up to you to figure it out for yourself or tell me what you think, yeah?

(Sounds great)

(Oh uh sorry, I was busy, can I make my form now?)

(Hello! I know it says closed, so instead of asking to join I am going to ask if I can stalk?)

I throw another stone, but this one hits the surface at an odd angle and sinks the second it makes its telltale splash. The ripples of my failure dance across the surface, and I sigh. Irony. Throwing stones like the humans. And look, I suck at that too. I give up at my meager entertainment and lay down in the lush green grass.

Off to one side of Salem was the Orchards, where all sorts of Earth witches (and those who liked the outdoors) had spectacular gardens and farms that the rest of us depended on for our food source. The Orchards were comprised of gently rolling hills, wrinkled with babbling rivers and the perfect dotting of healthy trees. There were parts of the Orchards, like where I lived, that had dense pine forests, but it was mostly farmable land. Off to the other side was the Industrials, or Dusties, for short. That was where most of the witch population lived and worked.

The Dusties were a growing city that looked a little more like a colorful menagerie of cabins and brick buildings. We had all the finer things here that the humans did, thanks to the fact that Witches could cross the Orchard Walls but humans couldn't.

(Yes, you can stalk. And yeah, go right ahead.)

(Thanks!! This is a really cool premise, would it be chill if I borrowed inspiration from this for my irl partner?)

No, of course, you can steal from it. I'm a poetic essay writer, I write fantasy for fun so I'll probably never use it. Just keep me posted on what you do with it because I'd love to hear all about it! ;)

(Will do! Knowing us, a lot of our other characters will get dragged into it, and a few of them will wreck face. We tend to take characters from s bunch of fandoms, twist them, and add our own. Torture and fluff. SO MANY OF THEM!! We got to counting once, and stopped at over 150 OC's, and over 75 twisted characters from fandoms)

(I don't know if that's impressive or terrifying)