So the Vortex died from too much pointless OOC. It's my turn to take the helm.

Created by Crystal.
Preserved by Blue.
Claimed by Time.
Destroyed by Vortex.
Replenished by Zack.

So the Freeplay-verse has been through countless amounts of crap in the last 500 years.
Yes. It's been 500 years. Zack has used almost all of his power keeping this world alive and intact. He seeks guidance from an equal or greater power... ever since the others disappeared.

Rules... well... you know the deal. Basics, don't ruin anyone's tea party, don't try to intervene on someone else's affairs, et cetera, et cetera.

ExampleForm (who is me):

Name: Zack Kingston
Gender: M
Age: 2330
Species: Greater Power
Appearance: Vortex Zack, but with a scarred face. His arms, wings, and legs are also covered in battle-scars.
Bio: He took the FP world into his own hands after Blue was deemed uncapable of maintenance, but it was harder than he thought.
Other: He's been hardened over the years...

Name: Amaterasu
Gender: Female
Age: ~100 years in this form.
Species: Goddess in the form of a wolf.
Appearance: A white wolf to most. She has red markings if the person is worthy of seeing them.
Bio: The goddess Amaterasu who possess the power of the Celestial Brush.
Other: Doesn't speak, Issun speaks for her.

Name: Issun
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, fairly young
Species: Poncle
Appearance: Incredibly tiny, about only an inch tall. Green bowl-shaped hat and green cape.
Bio: A poncle who is the celestial envoy of Amaterasu. He is a wonderful artist.
Other: Rides on the top of Amaterasu's head. Speaks for Amaterasu.

It isn't dead. .-.

(Accepted, and don't care.)

Me and Shinxey just brought it back

(All I want is to have some spotlight. You guys never even look at my RPs )

Zack

So a plane crashed right on top of my head. It hurt, but I don't care what happens to me. After I have to go, will this world die? I don't want to think about it. I lie awake in my magical bed. 9:10 AM. I guess the plane killed me.
If only somebody could help me keep this place running. With that nuclear war that happened 75 years ago, I find it kind of lonely... but it seems this place is getting more and more habitable. There aren't any gigantic trees or anything, but I can see splotches of green in the red clay.