DEWINTER CHALLENGE!

This is an idea of mine, which has nothing to do with the chain mail story, but as I have a few projects going I don't think I'd be able to follow through with it, but I still want to see it alive and being written

The main idea is a submit your own character story, but with a twist- so if you have plenty of free time to write, plenty of ideas please and think you can take on my challenge of writing this story, pm me.

Here is my Idea:

Title: Total Drama DeWinter

Basically the campers would be back at Wawanakwa , the same dock of shame, same crappy cabins, same creepy forest with lots of random bears.

The campers can just be ordinary people or if you want you can have them as beasts or super-human beings with extra challenging one on one type battles or something. I don't know- up to you the Application form is also up to you- sorry.

The hosts can be however you want, can have Chris and Chef, your own characters or make people apply hosts- again up to you.

For the 'losers' they shall be transported of to a nearby Island, which strangely is snowing and is a magnificent ski resort, with wonderful slopes, ice rinks, hot springs, excellent hot coco etc The name is up to you, but I'd prefer it if you didn't keep 'Player De Loosers'. I'd also like it if a few came back as interns or Chefs apprentice or a servant as a reward for the one team or used in a challenge some way etc.

The Twist: The campers are not alone… there is a 'ghost'…

Wawanakwa history:

Thousands of years ago the Island was used to throw away the dead bodies of people, who when alive were lonely, kept from society, considered to be dark magic users or simply darker in nature.

Years past, and for a long while it remained to be of that use.

The DeWinter family was a rich and very noble family. They were known, for being secretive, prideful, graceful and kind. Many members of public admired them. Every member of the DeWinter family had soft, pale skin, dark brown or black hair, bright emerald or amber eyes, and altogether strong porcelain aristocratic features, all very beautiful people. However, besides being admired they were also feared. The people could not understand it, but they feared the DeWinters and soon stories were spread and the family became ostracized. The DeWinter family decided to buy the Island, just so they could escape the whispers. Over time the once rich family disappeared from society, the name lived on, but their riches vanished and the awe and admiration that once went with the name too vanished. One thing remains a scroll.

This scroll is an important heirloom that has been with the family back to when they were still considered nobility. This scroll contains a few words, these few words are what ostracised them, but they keep the scroll as it is priceless to them. These few words are an enchantment to contact the dead. You see every generation of the DeWinter family has the ability to contact or even raise the dead. Of recent, they have not practised rising or communicating with the dead, but every generation has learnt of the gift and the ritual required for the use of the gift, just-in-case.

Now, sixteen yrs ago, Caspian and Andrea DeWinter had a daughter, Chloe DeWinter. She was pale skinned, and had the dark DeWinter hair, black, but not as thick and very wispy and her eyes were not emerald or amber, black with red rims. However, they still loved her. At two years of age the girl died. Distraught they buried her with the scroll, as she was their only daughter and last person to the DeWinter line, and they sold the Island.

14 years past and owner after owner unable or not wanting to touch the Island left it as it was. That is until a young producer decided to buy the Island and use it for his a new T.V which he wanted to produce: Total, Drama Island.

Chloe DeWinter, is not dead…. She still lives on the Island…

This is where you come in.

If you are Interested and think you are up for the challenge, then PM me and we shall see what happens.

I'd like to quickly, just describe Chloe DeWinter, when the campers see her:

She is average height, pale, thin, very frail, long black tangled hair, black and red rimmed eyes. Wearing a long white flowing dress, that goes all the way down to the ground and lace flaps just hanging of her shoulders, barefoot.

She just stares and rarely speaks. Stands still statute like for hours. She sways with the wind when she walks and hums a eerie tune.