I will need characters for the group of fanfic writers. Casting call is at the bottom of the page.


Brianna Amanda Madison of Nottingham strolled happily along the forest path. Her bright golden hair glistened in the late afternoon sun, and the golden rays brought out the golden flecks in her amethyst eyes. She was happy, for she believed herself safe from the clutches of her tyrannical father and her fool of a betrothed. All that remained of her plan was to find Robin Hood and his outlaws and convince them to protect her, an easy feat considering her beauty and charm.

Gradually night fell, with no sign of outlaws, Robin Hood's or otherwise. Brianna began to wonder if it had been such a good idea after all to leave her luxurious home with its big fireplaces and many servants.

"No," she told herself firmly. "I'm out here because I don't want to marry that dork, Hubert No-Brains. There's like, no way I'm going back home."

No sooner had she said this, when she noticed a flickering light somewhere off to her left. She immediately decided that it was a fire, and was crashing through the underbrush towards it when a hand snaked out of the darkness and grabbed her arm, while another clapped over her mouth to stifle any cries.

"Oh, no you don't, miss," a voice whispered in her ear. "See, we don't like visitors much, or spies for that matter. You'll be coming along with me, whether you like it or not."

Brianna Amanda Madison of Nottingham had found her outlaws.

Or so she thought. The person holding her was smaller than her own five foot five inches, although the voice, though young, had definitely been male.

"Alright," said her captor. "I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth, and you're not going to utter a sound, because you know that if you do, you'll find a sharp dagger in your stomach." Despite his words, he didn't sound threatening, merely amused. Brianna nodded dumbly.

Nonetheless, when the hand was away from her mouth, she whispered, "Who are you?"

The man gave a humorous snort. "No one important," he said.

"Then get your hands off me right now, you peasant! Don't you know who I am?"

"Well, you're wearing a gown, so I'd guess that you're female. And it's silk, so I'm supposing that you're rich. However, the sleeves (or at least that one I'm holding) are of a style that won't be worn for another four hundred years, implying that you are not a true denizen of this dimension."

Brianna had no idea of what he meant by the word "denizen", nor did she understand what a "dimension" was. She said as much.

"A denizen is someone who is from a certain area. A dimension is—" Here he paused, as if searching for the right word. "It's complicated. Just assume that I think you're a fake, and as such need to be taken before the rest of my party." He seemed to have forgotten his promise to stab Brianna with his dagger if she spoke, although Brianna wasn't complaining. The word "party" caught her attention.

"A party? Like, with drinks and food and stuff?" she asked.

"No, a party being a group."

"Oh." Brianna was audibly disappointed. "Wait, a group? Like, a group of outlaws?"

"You might say that."

"Dude! I've been, like, looking for you! For hours!"

"For us? I highly doubt it."

"No, really! Take me to your camp! I'm serious!"

"Well, I was planning on doing that anyway, but having your cooperation will make it easier." The hand on Brianna's arm began to tug her in the direction of the fire. "This way, if you don't mind. And watch your step."


Okay, casting call! Submit via review or email (halfelfgaren at yahoo. com). Male or female characters, as long as they are realistic and well-planned. The form is as follows.

Name:
Nickname (if any):
Age:
Dominant hand (right, left, or ambidextrous):
Physical description (as much as you feel necessary. I'd rather have too much information than not enough.):
Clothing:
Attitude/Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
List of things you'd bring to an alternate dimension:
Skills:
Anything else:

I will try to include everyone.