After realizing that I really wasn't too fond of how I handled the original, I decided to restart, with a better writing style and some serious changes, including a missing main character. Hopefully this will end up being better.
The Nations of Destiny.
It spanned multiple continents, though small ones, and oceans, seas. It held mountains that touched the sky, and ravines that reached into the depths of the land. Forests, plains, snow covered hills, cacti filled deserts. Small villages were scattered across it, with only one large city. The port at which most arrived. It had no official name, known only as 'The Spawn'. Where any who came here started their journeys.
In the center of one of the larger oceans, atop a series of small islands, was the town of Solaron. A safe-haven for the outcasts of the Nation's populace. The hybrids of humans and mobs, whether born as they were, or cursed along the way, among other beings that just didn't fit in. It was peaceful, most of the time. Among the town's inhabitants were four of note.
The first was a young girl named Shelby Linn. A curious brown-haired girl of nineteen, cursed at a young age to be part, that is thirty percent, Slime, of all things. It was her who took care of the town's livestock, making sure none escaped their fenced-in island, and that they were fed. She was the newest addition to the town's population.
Next was Elizabeth 'Willow' Dwiggins. The offspring of a human mother and an enderman father, the black-haired, purple-eyed, girl in her mid-twenties ran a small cafe and lounge called 'The Swing-Shift' on the central island, directly in front of the central square. As one of the first to settle on the islands, Willow was a respected figure in the small community.
Third was Amanda 'Zap' Michelle. The resident mage, Zap had a tendency to cause random parts of her tower, located on the northernmost island, to explode. The fiery haired girl in her early twenties was a quarter creeper as well as a quarter blaze, who like Shelby was cursed at a young age as far as she knew, and enjoyed causing things to explode or catch fire about as much as she hated being in constant debt to our final inhabitant for constantly rebuilding her tower, if not more.
Known only as 'Soul' to those in town, our final resident was the most mysterious. Only three facts were widely known about her. First, she was the town's founder, and the closest they had to a leader. The second was that she was the daughter of a half human, half enderman woman and an enderman father, making her a surprising, and very rare, three fourths enderman. And third? Soul was completely mute, although once meeting her, the reason was fairly obvious. A large, rather nasty looking scar could be plainly seen on her throat. Officially, the tall, purple-eyed thirty-something woman ran the tavern in town, dubbed 'The Lost Souls Tavern', and was responsible for building the majority of the town from the ground up. An impressive feat, as her only means of communication was a small leather bound notebook and a quill.
She was the original resident of Solaron. A retired warrior who brought those who needed a place to stay to her islands and allowed them to make a life there. And everything was fine, for a while.