Authors Note- Hello everyone (: Just a reminder to those who don't remember stuff. This is my first SYOC so please don't hate my crappy writing. I love the Proxies, and I hope you will too.

I also must say my lack of describing will be apparent in this chapter. I hope that I will be able to improve later on in the other chapters. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Also I got some of my ideas from video games I play while some are my own messed up imagination.

Please check out these people who wrote these awesome OC's.

Shinji Makina/Age- reven228

Zalya Lichu/Sherlock_ZL- RottoVoce

Annaleise Callen/ Stone- Life among the dead

Calista Galloway/Califry-secondpeace13

Felix Cortez/Felixxx-Fairiesandtails

Deep in haunted wasteland of Goron, lies the home of the Proxie Clan. Many are to frightened to even go near this illusion covered hell hole. Those who do, are forced to live through their worst fears and are slowly devoured by Madness. The Proxies are easily known for their adaptability to any type of environment. Rumor says they like to live here to warn others of this deadly area, while others say its to lure innocent souls to their untimely death. The land of Goron is nothing but a deadly illusion.

The area is full of dead trees. Screams of agony are heard off in the distance causing those who hear to cringe in worry. Faraway in Goron, where the main shops are, demonic music plays adding to the fact that this area is full of those who have died. The sky is grey and dull. The clouds resemble those who have died. Screaming faces are shown throughout the vast eerie sky. The sky is always dark and empty.

Rundown houses are used for the Proxies. Deep in the alleys of Goron, angry sprits called ,Banshees, eat those who are unfortunate enough to go near their homes. The wasteland consists of swamps and dark never ending abyss's.

Screams can be heard, although the Proxies know its just an illusion to trick other clans and tribes. The fog glows a purple haze making this hell land a slightly beautiful paradise to the proxies. Since Goron is in the middle of nowhere, the closest town was about two days on foot. That of course is Otaina, the Capital of Denerim.

South side of Goron.

Sitting on a rotten tree branch, a 5' 3'' 18 year old stares at her reflection in the swamp. Her round neon green eyes shine as she remembers why she is even playing this game. Her brilliant long crimson hair flows slightly in the light breeze. She lays her fingerless red gloved left palm on her left leg, sighing gently. Her outfit consists of a dark blue sweater with a black V-neck t-shirt underneath, finishing off her look with short black jean shorts. When others first look at her pale face they notice her slight scar on her right side, curving up a bit in a permanent smirk. This girls name was Stone. She was intelligent, cunning, and great with leadership skills. She was young but with her past she had become more and more independent.

"Stone, dear, are you just going to sit there all day? I would like to bring you to Otaina. Maybe you could use some better, fresh air." A tall older lady spoke up to Stone. The woman looked about in her late 30's. Stone just looked up and nodded shyly. She really did want to escape this illusion hell hole, even if only for a few days.

"O-okay." Was all Stone said as she took out the hand of the Older lady and headed with her to the Capital. Stone walked slowly by the older lady's side, thinking about her brother.

-flashback-

"Come on Andy! I found a new cookie recipe. Lets bake some for mom and dad." The little five year, red haired girl, named Annaleise called out over the loud kitchen.

"Really! I can't wait to try them out. I love baking cookies with you sissy!" The little girls brother, Andy, cheered. The two of them got out the ingredients hoping that maybe by doing so, their mother and father would come back. They barely ever saw their mother and the father had left, leaving the mom to take care of the tiny 5 year olds. Andy and Annaleise had been doing what they could to help out their busy mother and they both came up with the idea that baking for them, would finally bring them back home.

-end of flashback-

Stone stopped in midtracks when she noticed she had been tearing up. "I promise you Andy. I will bring you back. I will win this game and you'll be waiting for me at home."

Outskirts of Goron

In the outskirts of Goron, a tall 5'11, 24 year old man thinks quietly. His sharp light blue eyes glare at the passing Proxies as they cower at his presence. The mans pale skin and mischievous look scare many away, making him the only man worse then the miserable spirits Goron is known for. His dark loose hair is sitting lightly on his back. His style consists of loose fitting items with light colors and a light grey zip-up sweater. This man is known by the name of Age, not much is known about him or why he watches on the side lines, while others play. No one chooses to question the scary man, everyone knows that it would be asking for a death wish.

The man smirks when he thinks of how his plan will soon come to play, making this game a very fun one indeed.

He watches fellow spirits float by leaving him unfazed.

"Hehe. Stupid fools. Thinking that they can win such a predictable game without any true damn knowledge. Pathetic idiots. I'll show them who's in charge of this game." Age laughed to himself as he began to piece together what he had been planning since the four days he's been in the game of Denerim.

Off in the distance, Age saw a few young children playing in the swamp, not showing any care in the world to the spirits circling around them. "Hmm, seems like some people understand the stupidity in this world."

"I suppose I should get my plan started." Age spoke to himself as he walked to the newest members of Dererim.

Shopping District of Goron

A young 17 year old picks out supply's for his trip to the Chinchii's home. His curly brown hair covers his eyes as he stares at the shopkeeper. His aurora is purple allowing those around him to be frightened by his unique presence. He stands at a tall 5 foot 10, looking down to most people around him. His robes cover his full body in black. The robe he wears is lined with gold buttons and gold patters on the collar. He wears a musketeer hat, making some people think he has a style of those who'd be pirates. His green oval eyes sparkle in the deadly haze.

Although this man is tall, he is very weak. Due to this, he knows he must work on become stronger, to achieve his greatest wish, of course. This man goes by the username of Sherlock_ZL. He Is highly intelligent, making those around him seem like morons. Although, Sherlock_ZL would never say that, he is a kind smart young man.

Sherlock_ZL smiles at the shopkeeper as they part ways. "I hope thy day will be great, as thy helps those around him." Sherlock_ZL bowed as he left. Causing the shopkeeper to wave politely.

Sherlock_ZL had been known by his polite way of speaking and his respectful manner. He had been in the world of Denerim for about five days, making him already a fan of the different types of people playing.

"Sherlock! Hey my man!" His friend called out. Although Sherlock had not known this young individuals name he was glad that he had told Sherlock of the many adventures he had in the land of Shinchii and Chora. The young man was of average build and average in looks making him just another Proxie.

"I went to The Great Chora Forest today and I got these great herbs to help out on your trip. I'd go with you but I need to watch over my children. They are scared of the evil spirits here." The average man pointed to said children who coward in fear over the surrounding spirits. "They don't understand that they will not hurt us. I wish I could go buddy, but-" the man was interrupted when he was grabbed by one of the children. "Daddy! Daddy! look at that!" A blonde boy pointed to the spirits as they screeched. The man apologized to Sherlock as they parted ways.

Swamp Grounds

Laying on the ground looking up at the fog filled sky, lied a olive skinned average built young woman, wanting nothing more then to be free. The girl rubs two nearby twigs together causing them to spark. The young rouge sighs in thought. Her long black layered hair flows down her back as she plays with her mini braid in her face. She has been in the game of Denerim for about a week, but still refufused to talk to others. Most would asume this woman is shy, but she just doesn't trust those around her.

This girl knows people care only aout themselves. Its all the same. Thougts entered her head she rememberd her last time spending time with her real parents. The young womans name was known as Califry. No one knew anything about her, just that she came to Goron one night.

Califry sighs as she rubs her forhead, completly bored.

"This sucks ass. I feel so chained up in this fucking wasteland. Maybe, I should leave for a bit. Go to Otaina and chill at the Inn." Califry thought to herself, grabbing her scarce belongings and making her way to the Capital. Shortly after making her way out of the swampy area she began remembering some of her many homes.

(FLASHBACK)

A small seven year old held tightly unto the ladies hand as they enterd a large plain beige room. The girl saw a yong couple holding eachothers hands. "This must be them." The girl looked up at the lady she was holding hands with waiting.

"This will be your new family, Calista Galloway." The impessivly dressed woman said the little girl. Calista just shrugged indifferently, not careing anymore. She knew it wouldn't last, it never does. The nicely dressed woman scooted Calista closer to her 'new' family. It had been a new record for this young child. She had already five different 'new' homes this month. It had become totally normal to live in a home for a week before the family left her. Calista had been used to this. Ever since her actual family killed themselves when the girl was only five, she's been liveing in foster homes after foster homes. The only way Calista had managed to stay sane iwas video games. The girl would play games as her family screamed, fought, yelled, whatever they shouldn't do. It was her one and only escape.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Califry rolled her eyes as she set foot to Otaina.

Off in the main shopping district of Goron.

A tall 5'11 tan skinned man sits on the broken bench counting his coins. "Great, only have enough for the weak healing potion. Oh well." The man sighed and headed to the shopkeeper. The old man looked the costumers appearance and nodded. The old man saw a ypung man with dark spikey hair, he noticed the interesting tattoo as well, vin running down his left arm. The shopkeeper had been surprized this young man had been so kind. After a good look at the tall costumer, he gave him the small red poition and nodded.

"Thank you young man, please come again." Said young man smiled and left.

"Oh, whats this?" the guy pulled out a large bottle of healling poition, examineing it closley. "That guy gave me more then I payed for, wow, nice." The tanned man smiled and sat on a nearbye stump. This man had the username of Felixxx. He was aperently very populare in the "REAL WORLD". Not that he wasn't here. Felixxx was the newet members in the game of Denerim. He had only been there for a day, yet, he felt like had been here all along.

Authors Note : I still apologize for not being able to do much to this story. I will defintally add more later, also I hope you enjoyed it though.

Alright this has A LOT of work to do. But, I hope it gives you an idea. I defintaly plan on adding more later but, umm I need help. Like I said my style needs improvement. I will add more on the OC's later, but till then hopefully this gives you an idea. I apologize for errors, its like almost 11 pm. I NEVER stay up this late xD