Tella's Origin 2Tella Origin
Part two: Tella’s death
Tella ran her fingers along the many books, debating on what to read today. Should she go for a story of treasure seeking pirates or perhaps a tragic story of lovers doomed to never be together? “Oh so many choices..” She couldn’t decide, though she knew she would have to choose soon. It was late and the library would soon be closing. Tella was certain that she was the last one still inside the library as she often was.
Her ears caught the sound of voices. How strange, who else would be inside the library at this hour? Brushing back her curls, she peeked out from behind the bookself to see who else was here. She was surprised to relizing it was her fiancé. Sir Vince Von Goon. A horrid man that Tella’s father had arrange for her to marry for wealth. She could not stand this man, finding him cruel, rude, and very vain. But what was a money grabbing man like Von Goon be doing in the library?
Tella's Origin Tella's Origin
Part one: Her gift
It was a calm night. Peaceful and calm. The crickets were chirping their lullaby, tress swaying softly outside. Tella closed her book, placing it on the dresser by her bed. Blowing out the candle, darkness surround the young woman as she snuggled down into her bed. But before she could even drift away to Slumber land, there was a sudden shout coming from her little newphews' room. Wasting no time, Tella jumped out of bed, pulling on her robe as she dashed out of her room and down the hall towards the sound sound of fright. "Theodore, Alexander, are you both alright?" The young woman enter the room to find the 10 year old twins huddling together on one of the bed. The twins looked up to their aunt with fear in their eyes, both pointing towards the corner of the room. "Boogeyman!" They chimed in sync. Tella turned to look where the twins were pointing, however she saw nothing there.
"Boogyman? I do not see any there. Ar
Appilication for ROTGRPName: Tella Stori
Spirit, Muse of Inspiration
Backstory: Before, Tella was merly a young lady engade to a Count she had no intreste in and only had love for the books she read.
After being trapped in her favorite library during a fire, Tella awoke covered in soot and found by a strange being called Pitch Black. Pitch Black taught her of her gift as well as of the world of Guardians and spirits. Tella aided Pitch gain fear over children with scary stories for a few years, thinking she was doing good. But over time she met the other Guardians and learned that fear wasn't the correct way. Thank Pitch for raising her, Tella returned to the burnt down library to rebuild and start anew. She wrote not only ghost stories to cause fear but stories to inspire children to be brave, honest, and kind.
powers: Ink flow from the nibs of her fingers to form words and images, her outfit(made of pap
Betrayal (pt2)PitchxOc fan ficBetrayal (pt2)
No romance. Just old friends.
Darkness. Pain. Cold. That what I felt as I started to wake from my slumber. What happened? I couldn’t recall yet. I pushed myself off the floor, feeling sore from head to toe. I couldn’t see anything around me, but I could feel . I felt along the cold rough floor, fingers meeting the smooth paper hilt of my sword. Now I remember.
Pitch had came to my home. Pitch had destroyed my work, my aids, and my library. He had done so to make me pay for refusing his favor. Than he had summoned his Nightmares, I was surrounded. He wouldn’t listen to reason, I had to fight. I called upon the role of a knight, sword and shield in hand to fight off the Nightmares. I fought as hard as I could, swinging my the blade through the necks of the black mares. There was so much dark sand flying like knats, my shield was cloaked in it, the visoir of my knight’s helmet was difficult to see through.
Betrayal (ROG FANFIC)Betrayal
A pitch/oc fan fic
No romance. Just old friends.
While my work often kept me indoors, there were a few occasions when I managed to leave my floating library. With Jack Frost, it was often difficult to say no when invited to come out to play. If I didn’t go with him, he would find a way to bring the fun inside the library. Which mostly ended up with my origami helpers slipping on ice or my ink frozen in their jars. That mischievous imp. Today Jack took me ice skating, an activity I had very little experience with. I believe I fell more then actually skated, Jack found that amusing of course. But like most fun, it came to an end and I had to return home to work. What I found..was something I had never expected.
My home, my beautiful floating library was in ruins! The walls were cracked, my origami aids were laying on the marble floor crinkled and torn. My books…every story I had worked on since my rebirth…shredded to bits.