FrootzKat

My rate is $1.00 per 100 words! Payment on shorter works is required before I start (for longer works it can be paid incrementally with updates), but I'm totally open throughout the process and I'll check in with you periodically with bits and pieces to make sure you get what you want. I do fanfics, college level essays, design/character backgrounds, forum section design, etc. (For stuff like asking for assistance in world building and character design it will most likely be free or very little cost depending on the amount you need done.) I'm a starving college student going for an English teaching degree, and I will put these talented hand

Keiji sighed quietly as he heard the extremely obvious shuffling outside of the walls of his room. He hadn't yet settled down to sleep yet, still adorned in his pale silver kimono, and he begrudgingly stood from his seat on the mat as the expected knock at his door finally came. Perched outside was the young prince, Akihiko, looking proud of himself as he sneakily checked his surroundings before squeezing his way through the cracked doorway. He broke into a cheeky grin, his lips nearly connecting a few of the freckles peppered on his pale face. For once, he was missing his decorative kimono, forgoing the bright golden accents for plain black

Hidden deep within the heart of the imperial dynasty, one could find a quiet and gentle boy; the crown prince, Rui, who's existence was only known to the few trusted members of the high court. Perhaps the secrecy is brought about by his lack of resemblance to the emperor, his true sire remaining a mystery to all but the queen. Or maybe it is due to his adoptive father's disdain for him, for an emperor would always want a strong and proud heir to inherit his throne, and the young man was not truly fitting of the image. Regardless, without his consent the prince remains hidden away within the walls of the palace, and even those who manage to ca

Phoebe was a strange one, compared to others of her flight. Often her nest mates would say she was better suited to serving the Gladekeeper rather than their own deity. She would spend her days nestled within the patches of flowerbeds hidden in the cracks of the Sunbeam ruins as a child, and the only time she had ever truly been the studious light dragon she was meant to be was when she wanted to learn about those mesmerizing petals. Her personality was bright and exciting, and she could never stand being cooped up in the little studies peppered throughout the land of the Light flight. For this reason she was nearly avoided by her clan mates,

Upon entering the Reticent Requiem, you would most likely be unable to find the shadowy leader of the clan, most likely because she wouldn't want you to. When the broken survivors of Voiceless Reverence had first fled the devastating power of the Shade, they had come upon the young nocturne, Bramble. Taking pity upon the myriad of suffering dragons, she led them deep into the depths of the Foxfire Bramble, the place from which she shared her name. Keeping them safe and guarding them from those who wished to take advantage of their shattered will, she reluctantly assumed the role of clan leader. Deep down she hopes that another dragon will st

Kholin's birth was extremely special, her coat was sleek and iridescent, shimmering like the rare gem that she knew herself to be. Her parents had been so surprised that unlike the many offspring they had sent to be with the Plaguebringer, they kept her to be raised as a member of the clan. She grew up with fierce training becoming one of their strongest and most powerful warriors. When she learned that due to clan tradition her brother Vannifor was first in line as her father's heir, she grew to resent him. Of course she was not so barbaric as to kill her own kin in order to take his place, but it never stopped her from thinking about it. A

Before the flights had truly become what they are today, Firefly was born. Back when the Windsinger had first returned to his domain to create his children in his image, she had been one of the first disciples he had borne upon the world. She served him dutifully, loving her deity for what he truly was, her father and creator. However, the children of the Windsinger were not immortal, and even as her life came to an end, she was reborn into another. Centuries had gone by since she first awakened to the world around her, she had experienced many things in these times that reformed her opinion of the universe the older she grew. Although she w

Kaladin liked to call himself a... opportunistic businessman, but the majority of his compatriots knew him as a tomb raider. He had once been a member of a small clan dedicated to watching over the great labyrinthine tombs of their ancestors, filling them nearly to the ceiling with shifting waves of gold and silk. As a hatchling he had been entranced by the mazes and puzzles within the pyramids, spending hours losing himself in their depths and scribbling down the stories of the past engraved into the sandstone walls. However, the older he grew the more he came to despise the practices of his family, they spent their entire lives devoted to