Few things I want to say so it's not a surprise:
-Reviewing helps your character. If you want to know why, PM me.
-The first characters I get, roughly the first fiveish, will all get intros. I will be picky selecting my main characters, who will all get makeovers, and the characters with intros can be mains, but it's just easier for me than waiting for a bunch to come in and then write intros
-You can submit more than one character, but please try and make them different
-Not all my characters can be blonde and blue-eyed, just saying.
-I can change aspects of your character
-The main characters will be selected when I have most of the forms in
-I need a mixture of lower and upper castes
-This chapter will introduce Grace, and the next will most likely introduce Danisha
Grace looked at the dress, and put it down. It was done, and it looked great. Her client would be picking it up tomorrow, so she was free to do what she wanted now. Without further thought, she went to her room, put on a black leotard and yoga pants, grabbed her pointe shoes and headed out into the open space where she practiced ballet.
She put on her pointe shoes, which she'd already sewn, and practiced. She practiced her pirouettes and fouettes en pointe, as well as jumps and turns, and even simple arabesques and leg exercises, but all on pointe. Then, she turned on the music and just started dancing. She let it flow through her as she danced.
She looked at the clock, and realized she'd been dancing for nearly and hour and a half. She took off her pointe shoes, put on sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, and went down to check her mailbox on the first floor of the building. If anything had come today, it would be there by now.
She opened the mailbox, and sure enough there was something. She walked back up the stairs to her apartment, went inside, and sat down at the table to read the letter. The first thing she noticed was that the paper was really nice, nicer than the paper normally used in letters. She opened it up, seeing that she had no other mail than an ad for something she wouldn't buy. She took out the letter, and gasped. It was the letter for the selection!How could she have forgotten? Prince Noah was turning twenty, and she was sixteen, so she got the letter. Without being fully aware of what she was doing, she grabbed a pen and came back to sit at the table to fill it out.
Name:Grace Holly Wise
Age:16
Caste:6
Province:Tammins
Occupation:Seamstress
Hmm. What should she put under skills? Should she put the stuff from when she'd been a two, or should she not? She could still do it, especially the gymnastics, so she decided she should.
Skills:Ballet, tumbling, gymnastics, drawing, painting, diving, flute, cello.
Languages spoken:Italian, French, Spanish, English
Eye color:Blue, with a dark ring around the edge of the iris
Hair color:Brown
Skin color:Slightly tan
Height:5'0
Weight:105 lbs
It went on. Questions, questions, questions. She filled the whole thing out. She figured it was worth a shot. There was no harm in going for it, and the Prince was just a guy trying to find someone to spend the rest if his life with. She felt a little bad for him, actually. And if she got in, she could really use the money. What was the harm in trying? None, she answered herself. She left the finished form out on the table, and went to her room. She read some more of the book she'd been reading, and went to sleep. She wouldn't get in, she told herself. Even if she did, she probably would be sent home early on in the competition.
The next morning was a Saturday. The Province Services office opened at 7:00. Grace looked at her clock. It was six-thirty. Her client would come to pick up the dress at about 1 pm. Grace dressed in a nice dress of hers that she had designed and sewed, grabbed her form, braided her hair, and headed to the Services office with a sweater.
It was 6:45 when she arrived, and though she was near the front of it, there was already a line forming. She hugged her sweater to her, because Tammins was up further North, and even in the Summer the mornings were cold. Finally, the office opened. The line was now growing faster and faster. She was glad that she was at the front of it.
Grace got into the office pretty quickly. Finally, she got to one of the picture stations.
"Form please." One of the people working there said. She handed it to him.
"How the hell does a six have all those talents?" She heard him mutter to himself. She decided to ignore the comment, and went to the photo station.
The bulb flashed before she got a chance to smile.
"Next!" The photographer called.
"What!" She exclaimed. "I didn't even get a chance to smile!"
The photographer gave her a patronizing smile. "Honey, it's not like a six such as yourself is going to get in." He said. The next girl, clearly a two by her clothing, came to the station. As she left, she saw the photographer getting her ready so her photo looked perfect. More than ever now, she was determined to get in. She would show him that a six like her could get in.
Okay, so my first real SYOC chapter! Hope you liked it! Please review.