Beauty

Hello from under the sea!

@Nallore Thank you very much for the offer!

@Angel Vicky Thank you very much! I hope it's everything I dreamed of. :p

Beauty's Beauties

Serenin Powell

Name: Serenin Powell
Age: 11
House: Slytherin
Year: One
Wand: Eleven inches, Elm, Thestral Hair Core (Not from Ollivander)
Parents: Christine and Charles Powell (Not in her life though)
Pet: Cat (Named Cat)
Best Friend: Cheryl Hoffman
Other Friends: Edmund Gage, Pritchard Steele
Magical Talent: Charms
Other Talents: Sewing, Dance
Weakness: Muggle electronics (They always break around her)
Hobbies: Stalking Snape, Sewing
Alignment: True Neutral (Or just, y'know, loyal to Snape)
Animagus: Mongoose
Patronus: Fireflies

Appearance:
(These images are from Zerochan, I only intend to use them until I have finished my own drawings of Serenin.)

Years 1-2

Years 3-4

Years 5-6

Years 7+

Life wasn't always fair for people. Powell was one of those little drifters who was abandoned as a child because she was different from the other kids. And possibly because she had accidentally turned a classmate into a boar just because the twerp had called Powell's hair boring and flat. Like it was her fault that she thought hard enough about wishing that the brat was made into the animal she most resembled...

Still. England was not always a charming place to live and she spent many nights scrounging for food or stealing it from wherever she could. She had been taken in by police a few times, but always managed to escape the foster care homes with a few extra dollars, a green apple, and a periwinkle flower tucked into her hair.

It was a fine day in August when an owl landed near the shabby looking and scrawny girl. She made little hooting noises at it and watched the bird turn its head in a circle before it released a letter next to her foot. Curiously, she opened the letter and saw that it was addressed to he in an odd way, and the ink was green and... very cursive. She had a hard time making it out at first, but when she understood the gist of the letter, Powell raised a brow. Meet whom? Go where? When? Did she even have a calendar?

Somehow, Powell got to the address in the letter where she would obtain what she needed for the school year. She was dressed in a shabby dirt colored skirt that fell to her knees, holes in the bottom, stockings that were ripped everywhere, dirty and scuffed shoes that didn't fit right, a loose shirt that was at one point white hanging off of her frame... Her hair was grimy and tangled, her skin covered in dirt and marks from living outside all the time. Hesitantly she looked around, biting her lip. There, in the bar, was a man waiting for her, with stringy black hair, a long button down coat, high collared shirt, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. He was drinking tea and reading, looking bored and uninterested in life. And then he looked up at the shabby girl and his lip curled upwards a bit.

Oh, what fresh hell awaited Powell at Hogwarts, and what did the Potions Master have to do with it?

This is an evolving character, this is her starting point and will evolve as she gets RP. She is only available to role play with Severus Snape. I am interested in an evolving romance involving her and the Potions Master.

Beauty's Beauties

Aberon

Name: Aberon
Age: Was 15, unknown now.
Height/Length: Five feet three inches
Eyes: Honey
Hair: Gold, straight
Body: Average, nothing that stands out
Clothes: Whatever's lying around. Usually a hat, a long sleeved shirt, loose shirt over it, shorts, stockings, and boots.
Skin: Welsh white
Personality: Quiet, never speaks, but often looks a bit frustrated because no one seems to be able to understand her.
Alignment: Definitely unknown at the time.
Scars: A few on her forearms and lower legs from when she was a child, none from the world she's currently in.
Talents: Summoning cups of tea, speaking a dead and forgotten language.

Appearance:
(Image is not my own, will be updated when I draw one myself.)


In the ancient land, Kings ruled with wisdom and a clear conscious. They settled many of their problems through debate, reason, and compromise; wars were a rare and barbaric thing that uncivilized lands did. The reigning King Avotte IV was aging and often enlisted the help of his royal Wizard to make potions to assist in his health. Like most wizards, Amser had himself an assistant, a local girl that showed the spark of magic so few still possessed. Her blonde hair and golden eyes sparkled with the hope that her teacher would be able to educate her and turn her spark of magic into a wild fire. She dreamed big, but her dreams were often her downfall growing up.

While her peers were farming, learning a common house trade, or flirting with others of their own kind, Aberon the Royal Wizard’s Assistant was locked in a small dingy room with her mentor, studying at his side and memorizing herbs, crystals, and recipes for the king’s potions. Often, her birthday passed in the blink of an eye, for no one bothered to remember it, even herself. She was given a pet on her thirteenth birthday, a pale mongoose with eerie yellow eyes and sharp looking teeth. The teen named him Sael and he followed her everywhere, only darting away to feast on rats or the odd serpent.

Life in the castle wasn’t honestly as great as people dreamed, but maybe it was only Aberon’s opinion because she was constantly working and never had time to stop and look around. Guards and knights knew the slip of an assistant because her long hair glinted in the light and she dressed in the wizard’s colors of maroon and crimson. She was never denied entry into the library, but she was forbidden from the kitchen because of a small accident she had when she was trying to make a spell to ward off vampires that ended up turning all the vegetables in the kitchen into garlic.

When Wizard Amser sent Aberon out to fetch his herbs, that was when she had the most fun. Sael followed her, darting in and out from under her feet and chasing acorns away from the squirrels. She could spend hours out in the wilderness, playing with her wisps of magic and trying to string them together into something more. Every now and then she could do one little impressive thing, but most of the time, she could only do one spell that she seemed to have been born with, for it was the only thing she could remember doing as a child. If she snapped the fingers on her left hand, Aberon could summon a crystal tea cup full of whatever tea she desired. It only worked once, but when she drank the tea, all she had to do was slide her index finger over the rim of the tea cup a few times and it would refill with the tea she desired. She had been doing it for so long that it didn't even seem odd to her, it was more peculiar that others could not summon tea the way she did.

The Wizard Amser sent Aberon out often enough that she knew others from the city and nearby villages. They called her "Wizardling" and she was about as friendly as she could manage, but she did not have a very friendly outlook, unfortunately. Since Amser practically raised her, Aberon had some very specific views of those who did not live in the castle. She looked down on them, unable to do anything except see them as weaker than her. It gave her a very unfortunate view of the world. So when Amser sent her to get him a talisman from a labyrinth in the forest, Aberon took her time on the journey.

Unfortunately, the journey was the worst thing that she could've gone on. The path was long, the labyrinth was difficult, and Aberon forgot that her teacher said if she stayed in the maze too long, she'd go somewhere no one knew her, and no one would ever find her. She thought that just meant she'd die there. Sadly, the wizardling was so very, very wrong. A few days went by in the giant maze, and then a week. Exhausted, hungry, and with no will to go on, the apprentice crept under an overhanging curtain of moss and vines, and waited to die.

That did not happen. She woke up in a very white place, with at least five people staring at her. What looked like a clear snake was sticking out of her arm, and there were odd beeping noises. Aberon opened her mouth and spoke, but everyone just stared blankly at her before speaking amongst themselves. Aberon listened, but she couldn't understand anything that was happening. She was given to an old couple, who brought her to an equally old house, and tried to take care of her. Within a week she gave up trying to learn their language or teach them hers, and within a month she gave up talking at all.

That was a few years ago. Now Aberon lives in the woods that the couple brought her to, with her faithful mongoose Sael that seems to have followed her through this ordeal. She speaks to no one, but she can still summon tea with the snap of her fingers. It's not the worst life, but she is awfully lonely, and having no one to talk to because they do not understand the dead language that she speaks, she craves conversation with another aside from herself. She has no idea what happened to her people, where she was, or what was going to happen next. But she'd at least adopted the style of the time she was in, so the young hermit didn't scream "Wizardling" to anyone that happened to see her wandering the land she seemed to own.

Best suited for these themes: Heavy plot, humor, fantasy, time travel

Hello from under the sea!

<Snipped quote by Beauty>

Mmmmmhm.
Definitely.

I'm, uh, quite forgetful, see.

Happens ALL the time.
Yeah.
Let's go with that.

@WilsonTurner

Suuuuure it does, ahahaha. Thank you for the warm welcome though, I'm very appreciative!

Beauty's Beauties

Abelle

Name: Abelle
Age: 23
Height/Length: Five feet two inches
Eyes: Pink
Hair: Mid-back, pink, slightly wavy
Body: Average, slim waist, slim hips.
Clothes: The Royal Librarian's uniform-
Skin: Pale from never getting out of the library except at night.
Personality: Quiet, sweet on the outside, deceiving in reality.
Alignment: Some sort of evil, out to help herself and no one else.
Scars: None.
Talents: Keeping secrets, staying quiet, appearing hidden in the background, "one of the crowd" so to say

Appearance:
(These are drawings I did of Abelle, they can be found on my d A.)



In a land where there are main characters, secondary characters, quest initiators, non-playable characters, pets, and all that jazz... There is Abelle, the background character. She's a pretty enough thing, elegant of course, but she is rarely noticed, except maybe as a passing patron going back or forth between the buildings or in the square. Abelle lives in the background, never venturing forth, never having more than a bit part, never being anything except part of the crowd. But she's alright with that. What people don't seem to realize is that by being a background character, Abelle is very knowledgeable about what goes on in the city she lives in, who is cheating on who, and what really gets people hot under the collar. It's what makes her a perfect shadow ruler... If she ever had the drive to do such things.

It was not as if Abelle was not meant for this kind of destiny; to be the main character, the princess who needed to be rescued, the love interest of a hero, something grand like that, which would involve far more lines and story... However, there is one major flaw with the woman. She cannot sing, and that is a huge requirement for anyone beyond the background role. The hero sings, the Queen sings, even the bad guy sings. But not Abelle. She hums, but she cannot understand tone or pitch of songs, so the city wizard assigned her to the role of background character when she was a wee babe. Instead, she was given the perfect background job of someone with her other charms, most of which revolve around her looks, gentle nature, and organization skills.

Abelle is a librarian at the palace, which is one of the easiest jobs, as no royals ever come visit her, and no one uses the place except scholars trying to find one line, in one book, five volumes back, in the seventh row, and never mind they'll go get it themselves, they know where it is. So her job is insanely easy, she makes a pretty penny doing it, and she isn't half bad looking. Her sugary pink hair gently curls down part of her back, her passionate pink eyes light up when she's interested in something, and her lips are always tainted a soft rosy pink, tempting and inviting, but rarely offering. It never seems like she has a sexual interest in men according to those she spends time with, but she can often be found with one, escorting him around, or being lead to a building because she's lost her way once more. She's kind of dumb, sadly... And innocent, and naive...

Or that's what she wants people to believe. There's a secret side that Abelle doesn't show to anyone, mostly because no one pays attention to her. It's why she's so good at the double life and loves being a background character. As the saying goes, it's always the quiet ones, right? Abelle is quiet normally, but at night, she's meeting up with the warlocks, sorcerers, the "bad" magical folks. She serves both sides, the good and the bad, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty if that means she can operate behind the scenes and still make it out on top. Will anyone stop Abelle? Will anyone even believe that she's the one going around plotting the next scheme, the next murder, or even the next crime? Who knows.

Current ideas include plotting to destroy the kingdom and failing, being saved from corruption, or being deceived by the bad guys and having to start over somewhere else.

Hello from under the sea!

<Snipped quote by Beauty>

Wha-
nooo!
I was, um
saying
Prisms! I have this funny little habit of switching my O's and M's, see. :b

Definitely prisms.
Just light and refraction and calculus and such.

Nothin to worry about.

@WilsonTurner

Oh good, I like prisms! Those are rather interesting and pretty...

...Wow, you must make a lot of mistakes if you switch your O's and M's. :P

Beauty's Beauties

Well I suppose this is where I'll be posting my "character sheets"!

If anyone is interested in RPing with one of my characters, please PM me!

Let's get started with the character that is the "main" one!

Beauty

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Name: Beauty (Given, not chosen.)
Age: Unknown, looks to be twenties
Height/Length: Five feet five inches tall (human form), six feet ten inches long (mermaid form)
Eyes: Unnaturally bright blue
Hair: Dark teal, wavy, usually salt encrusted
Body: "Greek goddess"- Small bust, large hips, some fat, gently curving stomach towards her hips.
Clothes: When human, a cotton tunic of sorts that is dark teal, the straps like a tank top, the bottom ending below her thighs in front and trailing down past her knees in the back, a faded black sash around her waist, and no shoes upon her feet. When in mermaid form, no clothes are worn.
Skin: Tanned from spending much time above the waves.
Personality: "Tsundere"- Kind of gruff, seems mean, but she's awful at expressing her feelings and often does so through small acts of violence, be it pushing someone, sitting on them, or just tugging on their hair.
Alignment: Unknown at this time.
Scars: All along her body are hairline scars that look like cracked glass, but only one with seriously good eyes, inhuman at the very least, might be able to see them. Beauty herself has no idea they are there.
Talents: Playing the hand harp, dancing

Appearance:
(This is a commissioned reference of Beauty, I do own the character/art/whatever, I cut the image to take out the breasts because Beauty IS a naked mermaid and I wish to comply with this site's guidelines regarding nudity.)



"Are you ready to meet the kind of Beast that can bring out the Beauty in you?"

The fishermen found her tangled in their nets, with her dark teal tresses, angry brows, pouting lips, and unnaturally bright blue eyes. Her tail thrashed, the dangerous looking spines slicing the air like knives, her sharp nails digging at the ropes that ensnared her.

As her bosom heaved, the men could only find one thing to say, and they whispered it, lest she hear them.

"Beautiful."

Unfortunately, the mermaid did hear them. She stared at her capturers with hateful eyes, baring her teeth and hissing. Since they were common fishermen and did not know what to do with her, they dragged the net further inland and had one of their sons fetch a guard. He would know what to do with the magical creature!

The guard came, saw the mermaid, and crossed himself. He suggested keeping her on land, but to not let her dry out, for they didn't know what would happen. Legends said many things, but the most popular was that her fins changed to feet and her tail to legs. Alas, no one was positive this would happen.

The captain of the guard was called down next. He studied the trapped creature for a while and then turned to the gathered men that were gawping. He offered them an enormous sum each to keep them quiet about their discovery. Once each man had taken their bribe, the captain picked up the struggling creature, wrapped her in a thick, wet blanket, and draped her over the back of his horse. He rode off at a leisurely jaunt with his prize, a smirk upon his face. He lived in a large house near the castle, and he had been searching for a prize such as the sea dwelling woman for as long as he could remember. He made a salt water bath for her, laid her in it, and then began to prepare. He called the King's wizard to help him, and within a few days, he had what he needed for the mythical creature locked in his washing room.

Beauty was the name he gave her, and he kept her in a large room that was completely filled with water, glass acting like wallpaper and a whole wall. The captain had a very nice viewing area, for one of the glass walls had nothing to press against. Everything a woman could ever want was in that room, from a bed made of rock and moss to a vanity dresser and a brush. A few windows let in light from above and the sides, all showing beautiful scenes outside of the woods that no one else could see, and assured that none could look inside to see the scaled woman darting past a window.

For two years Beauty watched, waited, and stayed quiet. The captain of the guard became obsessed with her. He wanted to touch her, feel his prize, kiss her... He loved her eyes, but he was being driven mad by the silent creature. One night, after a lot of drinking, he couldn't take it anymore. He got out of the chair that faced her room, picked up a large hammer, and smashed the glass to pieces. Water poured out, washed over the man, and when it all flooded out the door and ground floor windows, he was half dead on the floor, a large piece of glass sticking out from between his lungs.

The mermaid patiently waited, wringing her hair out. As the last drop of water dried from her body, magic ripped her tail into two legs and thrust bones into her fins to make feet. She stood naked, standing over the captain of the guard, and stared down at him.

"Fool. One as pathetic as yourself could never hope to keep your sanity around me."

Beauty rammed the piece of glass so far into the captain of the guard that her fingers sank into his flesh. She left him there and started to walk through the dark town, picking up a piece of clothing here, a gold coin there... Discarded for whatever reasons, but they were now hers.

With her land legs and a bit of money, the mermaid has decided to explore the human side of herself. She can turn back into a mermaid when she's doused in sea water, but she avoids it for now, choosing instead to learn about the weak and inferior humans. Beauty is also trying to make friends, although it is no easy task for a lonesome creature who knows only the silence of the deep sea and the greed she has encountered so far from men.

Personality wise, Beauty's a bit shy. She comes off as mean and a bit gruff, but once she's made a friend she smiles and is kind of childishly innocent and gentle, like she doesn't want to break whatever fragile thing she's picked up. She can't blush, but her face tingles and her eyes sting when she's embarrassed, so she looks mildly uncomfortable when she's feeling particularly pink in the cheeks.

Types of role play Beauty would be good in: Fairy tale, mature story (not smut, but drinking, fighting, adult drama, potential murder, etc.), comedy, parody.

Hello from under the sea!

Heya @Beauty- welcome to the forum. Nice piece there- excellently done!

Welcome to the Guild.
On behalf of us all, we welcome another fellow priso-errr, member! ^^

@WilsonTurner

Oh why thank you! I'm now a little concerned you were about to say prisoner. :p

Hello from under the sea!

Hello to everyone from under the sea! I'm a long-time RPer, having been playing since the late 90's, and I've been on a lot of different chat/forum things, including Yahoo Chat (before it was shut down and rebooted into awfulness), Furcadia, and the latest is F-list. But I'm more into story over pretty much anything else, so I don't do a lot on the latter two places and have been steadily drifting away from the last. So I'm looking for a new RP home! I've done a wide, wide variety of RP, from fanfic-y ones in the beginning, to quest/action, adventure, fantasy, modern, sci-fi (although I don't think I'm good at those, honestly), and some creepier ones. My favorites are drawn out romances and fairy tales gone wrong. I've somehow managed to snag the name Beauty on a lot of RP places I frequented, but here's the mermaid's basic to give a preview of my writing style:

Beauty's basic backstory

"
The fishermen found her tangled in their nets, with her dark teal tresses, angry brows, pouting lips, and unnaturally bright blue eyes. Her tail thrashed, the dangerous looking spines slicing the air like knives, her sharp nails digging at the ropes that ensnared her.

As her bosom heaved, the men could only find one thing to say, and they whispered it, lest she hear them.

"Beautiful."

Unfortunately, the mermaid did hear them. She stared at her capturers with hateful eyes, baring her teeth and hissing. Since they were common fishermen and did not know what to do with her, they dragged the net further inland and had one of their sons fetch a guard. He would know what to do with the magical creature!

The guard came, saw the mermaid, and crossed himself. He suggested keeping her on land, but to not let her dry out, for they didn't know what would happen. Legends said many things, but the most popular was that her fins changed to feet and her tail to legs. Alas, no one was positive this would happen.

The captain of the guard was called down next. He studied the trapped creature for a while and then turned to the gathered men that were gawping. He offered them an enormous sum each to keep them quiet about their discovery. Once each man had taken their bribe, the captain picked up the struggling creature, wrapped her in a thick, wet blanket, and draped her over the back of his horse. He rode off at a leisurely jaunt with his prize, a smirk upon his face. He lived in a large house near the castle, and he had been searching for a prize such as the sea dwelling woman for as long as he could remember. He made a salt water bath for her, laid her in it, and then began to prepare. He called the King's wizard to help him, and within a few days, he had what he needed for the mythical creature locked in his washing room.

Beauty was the name he gave her, and he kept her in a large room that was completely filled with water, glass acting like wallpaper and a whole wall. The captain had a very nice viewing area, for one of the glass walls had nothing to press against. Everything a woman could ever want was in that room, from a bed made of rock and moss to a vanity dresser and a brush. A few windows let in light from above and the sides, all showing beautiful scenes outside of the woods that no one else could see, and assured that none could look inside to see the scaled woman darting past a window.

For two years Beauty watched, waited, and stayed quiet. The captain of the guard became obsessed with her. He wanted to touch her, feel his prize, kiss her... He loved her eyes, but he was being driven mad by the silent creature. One night, after a lot of drinking, he couldn't take it anymore. He got out of the chair that faced her room, picked up a large hammer, and smashed the glass to pieces. Water poured out, washed over the man, and when it all flooded out the door and ground floor windows, he was half dead on the floor, a large piece of glass sticking out from between his lungs.

The mermaid patiently waited, wringing her hair out. As the last drop of water dried from her body, magic ripped her tail into two legs and thrust bones into her fins to make feet. She stood naked, standing over the captain of the guard, and stared down at him.

"Fool. One as pathetic as yourself could never hope to keep your sanity around me."

Beauty rammed the piece of glass so far into the captain of the guard that her fingers sank into his flesh. She left him there and started to walk through the dark town, picking up a piece of clothing here, a gold coin there... Discarded for whatever reasons, but they were now hers.

With her land legs and a bit of money, the mermaid has decided to explore the human side of herself. She can turn back into a mermaid when she's doused in sea water, but she avoids it for now, choosing instead to learn about the weak and inferior humans. Beauty is also trying to make friends, although it is no easy task for a lonesome creature who knows only the silence of the deep sea and the greed she has encountered so far from men.

Personality wise, Beauty's a bit shy. She comes off as mean and a bit gruff, but once she's made a friend she smiles and is kind of childishly innocent and gentle, like she doesn't want to break whatever fragile thing she's picked up. She can't blush, but her face tingles and her eyes sting when she's embarrassed, so she looks mildly uncomfortable when she's feeling particularly pink in the cheeks. "

So, hello, and I hope to make some good friends here!