IRILI'S PROFILE

Characters:
Alejandra Weimar
Vixen in stilettos, will walk on anyone to win.
Her past is riddled. Some rumours surround her love life in the inner rings of a crime world. It would explain all the problems that follow her around and the cold way she treats men.
Lommán Green
Grey-eyed and grey-haired, his jeans are ripped.
The son of the son of a farmer who inherited the family farm when he was 20, this now 52 year-old is in a bit of a pickle. His daughter is getting married and her fiancé is the local banker... who wants to steal the farm!
Aleisha Bracher
A magically talented young woman with black hair, blue eyes.
She is a promising apprentice of magic under a renowned wizard. She is at constant odds with a rivalling apprentice who isn’t above cheating to get her way. With the final exam of magic coming up, Aleisha is practicing extra hard so she may finally graduate into a full-fledged sorceress.

Location:
Stanley's Chocolate Factory
Stanley's factory was established in 1999. It was founded by him, his long-lost brother from Machu Picchu, and his other long-lost brother from Yugoslavia. The building was to be site of innovation-- Stanley and his brothers made the chocolate factory exactly 8 feet below ground level.

The building was made to resemble an 1800s chocolate factory. It was abandoned 1 year after construction, when they produced too much chocolate and it flooded the basement.

Object:
Book of the Close
A book of magic, made by a witch, made specifically for closing things. This may seem pointless at first, but when you realize it can close a relationship, a dimension, a portal, and many other things literal and mental, you would wish you had it!

Situation:
A rock is thrown through an expensive window.

Action:
Sitting under a shady tree to escape the heat.

Theme:
Unlikely Circumstances

Characters
Korn Lurothe (CORN LUE-RŌTH)
An elf with green eyes, silver hair, and moonlit skin.
She grew up with a hardened and cold heart, always having to fend for herself. On her own she practices magic and mastered communication with wolves and hawks. Due to her dangerous play with the arts, she affords many injuries that betray her inexperience and lack of good decisions.
Sebastian Kennedy
A middle-aged man, well preserved by expensive plastic surgery to retain the looks of his youth.
Sebastian was born into a rich family and started playing the stock market at the age of 16, like his father. The investment system his father developed has paid dividends and his lifestyle reflects this; Sebastian is used to only the very best, but his opulence has lost him the few friends he had and despite his fortune he's a bitterly lonely man.


Object
The Orb of Souls
A powerful artefact capable of separating a being's soul from its body and trapping it indefinitely, or until the user chooses to reunite them. Its history is oft-questioned, but there have been enough records of its use to more-or-less confirm its existence.

Rules
- You must have 1084 words - no more, no less.

You may choose two or more of the below rules to follow.
- You may only use 100 words with the letter 'e' in them.
- You must include no less than 5 famous quotes
- You cannot use the letter 'j' at all
- You cannot use any dialogue at all

The extra rules I picked are bolded.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. Sitting under a shady tree to escape the heat, I thought about this amongst other things. Mostly though, I thought about the ants, crawling around on the ground near me.

Every day, people ruined the progress that they made, carelessly stepping on the mound. The ants would become enraged and then go back to rebuilding, their tunnels. I suppose I could be like the ants.

For four years, I have carefully searched for the Orb of Souls. I have made magical devices solely for finding the Orb. Many of my experiments backfired, harming me and others in the process. Finally, I figured out the machine, built it and found the location of the Orb.

It was on a small farm, on the outskirts of a bustling magical town. Or at least, it was on there until an idiot by the name of Lommán Green picked it up and threw it through the window of a bank!


Life's a funny thing. One minute, you're spending your days in the sun, making a living for your family; the next minute, your only daughter is getting married to your arch nemesis.

I've spent the past thirty years breathing the life back into this old farm my grandfather left me, starting a family of my own and providing for them by selling the fine produce I managed to coax from this land.

And now, I have only to watch as some up and coming, pampered bank boy attempts to steal my daughter from me but the farm I so lovingly built up as well! I have no doubt in my mind he's using my baby girl, but she won't hear a word against him.

It makes me so mad, I threw away one of my most precious possessions because of it; broke it in the process too. It's a perfectly round stone, or was. Beautiful, like a gem. I always carried it with me after I found it so many years ago on the farm. I had been planning to give it to my daughter when she married someday but I sure as hell wasn't going to if she was going to marry that damned thief!

After a fierce argument with her, I got so mad, I went right up to the bank that sleazeball worked at and threw the damn rock through one of those expensive stain-glass windows. That little creep must have been with a client because I saw a shocked looking man inside, gaping at the destruction. I didn't figure I should stick around so I high-tailed it back home as quick as I could.

I hope that banker looses that client of his.


Good god! The times are simply terrible now! A man can not even enjoy a consultation with his banker anymore without some ruffian vandalizing a fine establishment in plain daylight! It is simply enough to make my blood boil. I said as much to the man at the bank.

Needless to say, I took care of my business quickly after that crazed man threw a rock through the window and retired home. I was very excited to be home that day as it meant telling my beloved the good news; I had finally procured the famous Chocolate Factory that my love had wanted for such a long time.

I do not see the charm in an old fashioned building, but I am pleased if it pleases Alejandra. She was positively beaming when I told her the happy news. She insisted that we visit it immediately tomorrow and I could not deny her this.

I am quite happy that she is so ecstatic about her gift but I really would think she would have come to bed by now. It is almost three in the morning.


I have waited, plotted and planned for years, putting up with a buffoon of a man and playing along with his insipid love games. Now, the culmination of so many hard years is about to come to fruition.

My day began as it did on all others, a bit of rouge, some dark, red lipstick and black stilettos. I then proceeded to go on the trip of my lifetime. Stanley's Chocolate Factory, the resting place of the Book of Close, laid before me, the gates open wide. My only irritation was the odious company I had to keep, Sebastion Kennedy.

Not even he could ruin this for me though. No one could. As I proceeded to the upper floors of the factory, I could feel myself gaining strength. All the years of living in fear, all the nights I had to watch my back, all the people I had to use and throw to the side; it was all worth it and was about to come to an end.

At least, that's what I thought. Imagine the soul crushing feeling that ran through me when, upon reaching the final room in the factory, I discovered someone had already found the book and was in the process of snatching it from my hands.

I will find this black haired girl. And when I do, I will crush her.


Today, I perform the final ceremony that will mark me becoming a full fledged sorceress. I've worked towards this since I was nine years old, when I first became the Wizard's apprentice.

I guess I have my rival for this day though. Without her cheating, backstabbing ways, I never would have thought of the best way to pass my final exam. She had learned beforehand what the final exam was and felt the need to share her knowledge; not from any sort of concern for me, but because she knew I would not be prepared.

The final exam was proper use of a magical artifact. Since I came from a poor family, I of course had nothing of my own to practice with, nor anything to use on the exam. Instead of giving up, like she thought I would, I instead went after the most hidden artifact known to the magical world, the Book of the Close.

Some clever deduction and a few tweaks to a scrying crystal later and I had myself a magical artifact of my very own. The look on her face at the final exam was priceless and my master was most impressed with my ingenuity.

My only worry now is the fierce looking woman that almost caught me as I escaped with the book.