LovelyAnastasia

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

There in back with sitting with her nursemaid, a doll of a girl sat with her eyes close. Her lashes were long and dark, fanning over porcelain flushed skin. Her rose bud mouth was drawn in a small serene smile, and her long wavy hair was drawn over one slender shoulder. Both delicate hands folded in her lap she sat perfectly still. In a soft colorful kimono, she almost looked like one of those collectible doll that grandmother collected. Slowly her eyes opened, sightless and glazed, like two perfect round clouded crystals in an odd shade of purple black.

"You should of worn your uniform, Miss," her childhood nursemaid murmured nervously in her ear, "You'll get in trouble."

"Please, Kitome, I'm trying to listen," her voice was soft and warm, musical yet a bit stern.

"Your parents had everything shipped in," the worried elder's voice mumbled, "but leaving you here by yourself..."

"Kitome," it was a sharp whisper, odd sounding from such a sweet voice, but she turned her head to worrying hen of a nursemaid, "It is time I rely on myself. I shall be safe here but I will also be free." A sad smile was painted across that beautiful young face, "You should go now Kitome. It's time for the first class. I'll be fine by myself."

"But Miss..." the elderly woman murmured. Tomo could hear the choked emotion in the kind time worn voice. Her small pale hand lifted, searchingly and soon the familiar touch of the hand that had alway guided her clasped hers. Placing both hands over the elder woman's she smiled.

"Thank you so much Kitome," her musical voice sighed with farewell sadness, but a mature logic, "Write me often, please?"

"Yes, Miss," the hesitated voice of her loving nursemaid Kitome answer, before she was pulled into a warm hug. The smell of lilac and cinnamon, the feel of a plain uniform kimono and the warm of a caring old woman. The one who had always fussed over her and raised her like a loving grandmother. The alien feel of tears stung Tomo's unseeing eyes.

"I love you Kitome," she whispered softly, "My soul's mother." The old woman gave one last caring squeeze, a pat on Tomo's head, and what felt like a stack of starchy clothes before the sensation of her presence was gone. Empty air, cold and empty, now filled the spot where he caretaker had once been. The childish side of her wanted to cry and take back her decision of Yamaku Academy. She wanted to be a child again, sleeping with her head on Kitome's lap as the summer sunlight brushed against her face and the sound of Kitome's voice singing old folk songs rang through the air.

But she had to grow up. She had to stand by her decision. Taking a walking stick out of her small traditional japanese bag, she waited for the sounds of the people around her to fade a bit before undoing the folded stick. Suppose she should change into her uniform... Kitome would want her to have a pleasant first day. She went through much trouble for her... With a small sigh, she made her was gracefully and confidently inside the school building. Thank full she had a brail map of the school with her so finding a bathroom to change in wasn't too much trouble. Well, once she found out where exactly she was first. Navigating from there was a breeze.

From there she went to her locker, which was a bit harder to do, since getting the right turn was a bit difficult. But she wouldn't ask for help either, so it took a bit longer. However once she found it she felt victorious. I'll get the hang of this in no time, she thought cheerfully. Placing her kimono in her locker, she locked it up and check the map for her homeroom. It might take her a bit longer than most, but it was the first day. Certainly lots of younger students, especially first years and new students, like herself, got lost.

So the sightless doll maneuvered her way through the school, unaware of some of the looks she got. It would of surprised her, since those looks were so vastly different from those at her old school. Instead of envy and jealous hate, she was being looked at in gentle appreciation. She was a beautiful girl certainly. There were many beautiful girls in the school. But she held herself with a traditional Japanese air of refinement and grace, even with her long white cane. She touched the brail sign next to the door to her classroom and a glowing smile crossed her face as she recognized it as her own homeroom class.

Sliding the door open, she heard the talking and laughing of students soften. Ah, she must be a bit late then... With an honorable bow of that of a young lady, she apologized for her tardiness. "Apologies if I am late, Sensei," she stood up in a straight and polite stance that held just as much delicate grace as an old Japanese doll, "I took me a while to find the classroom. I am Mizukimura Tomo."

"Not at all, Mizukimura-san," an old man's voice smiled, "You're actually a bit early."

"Thank you, Sensei," she smiled and gave a shorter bow, before taking a few cautious steps forwards, "P-Pardon me..." The silence crashed down on her and she blushed a bit in her embarrassment, "Could you direct me to an open seat? I'd sit down quietly, but..."

"Of course," the teacher voice was kind and patient, which eased her embarrassment some, "First row, third seat. Next to the window."

"Thank you Sensei," she smiled graciously, before gliding over to the area he specified and sitting down. Sunlight streamed in and she closed her eyes. The warmth touched her face and she smiled. It streamed through her long dark wavy hair, which was now loosely tied to one side, and across her porcelain skin. It felt good to take part in a normal school life.

Tomo sat in her seat, dozing in and out of whatever the class was discussing, whether or not it was even official class discussion. Her fingers lightly trailed over the sentences in the English book on her lap, but she wasn't paying attention at all. English was just about as interesting as Japanese literature. But maybe that was because she was already well versed in it. He father's business often require them to be visited by foreigners. English, American, French, German... Tomo had been tutors and taught in all of those since she was little. It was necessary in order to make good impressions for father and mother's business. But it didn't make it any more interesting. She sat cradling her chin in her palm, a serene expression on her face. The classroom was relatively silent. Was it because there were many people here yet?

Lords, Ladies and Lies of the Court

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Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

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Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

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Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

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X-Men: The Divided

The world was fast hurling her towards the ground, but as she waited for the cold bite of pain from hitting the floor, it never came. Instead there was a smell of brimstone and the feel of something warm, soft and yet lean. This warmth held in an odd way. It almost felt like something living. But that wasn't possible. Was it? She couldn't remember what it felt like to be held. Sure she had been gripping onto a crazed naked girl just a little bit before, but she hadn't been concerned with that. Well, that and it had hurt a lot, proof being in her roughened up clothes.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and their watercolor blues and silvers locked with something that looked like the darkness of the night sky. The night sky had saved her? But it didn't have arms, or legs, or a mouth. Her confused, tired gazed was fixed on that mouth. It looked human-like and even made sound. Her arm reached up, fingers grazing over the rich darkness that was close to that mouth. Soft, very soft. Warm too. That's when her eyes found eyes. Eyes. Night didn't have eyes. A figure flashed in her mind and the colors on her skin turned to shades and tints of pinks and reds. Warm colors, like blushing.

This wasn't the Night Sky. This was something all too real! Her eyes widened and she hastily sat up, but the world swarm again, an annoying ache in her head slamming against her skull, reminding her not to move so quickly. Her hair shimmered like weakened stars, cascading over her shoulders. Embarrassed, pink. She wasn't wearing her usual blackout clothing. Scared, greenish blue. He was looking right at her! Worry, a kind of purple. Was he going to recoil in disgust or in anger? Wait. How had he ended up under her? Hadn't he been over there? Glancing up, she realized he must of done that 'bamf'y teleporting thing, the one where it smelt like brimstone. He had done that before too. So... he had meant to catch her. Her blushing colors took completely over, swirling over her skin and even melting into the silvers of her hair and eyes. And she was still on top of him. Slowly she untangled herself form him, a bit disappointed when the warmth was gone. He really was just like the night sky...

"I'm...sorry," she tried to smile, her eyes slipping down to focus more on her leadened limbs, "I-I guess I forgot to save up energy to get through the day. I hope you're not hurt." Her eyes glanced back up at him. Everything was moving in real time now, like before it had all just slowed down. In truth she probably looked a bit silly, having touched his cheek like that, laying over him like a dazed idiot with her head on his stomach.

Lords, Ladies and Lies of the Court

A RP Inspired by "Lords and Ladies of the Court" by Innovative Engimas

In 1534 Britain, Henry the Eighth has died in a roughly successful campaign in France. Defending the English occupied France from its late king, in a series of gruesome battles of attrition, Henry VIII, King of England, died before returning home of sweating sickness, just as his mother and father had before him. Thus his current wife, Anne, is proclaimed Queen, making their only child, Elizabeth heir to the throne above all. Crowned with mixed hopes of the people for the new queen, since the Protestantism has taken various roots in the country from German bishops, threatening to shake the vary island to its foundations. The widowed queen to the throne under bombardment to find a spouse, pending on the religion that will shape the very future of England. Many do not trust this widow Queen, rumors of her being a Witch circling through court, but she is as beautiful and charming as ever. Perhaps this young, dark Queen will be able to do as none have done before her.

Note: This is a politics based roleplay where cheating, lying, backstabbing and down right low down nonsense will either get you ahead or lose your head. Various positions are open, I will reserve judgment on the sheets pending on what you have written. You could be a lowly knight and rise to a duke or a scandalous man of the cloth. Ladies while not having to much 'Official' power can court, tempt and/or marry important figures to influence and get what you need.



Titled:
Anne Tudor, Anne Boleyn, Marquess of Pembroke, Queen of England, France and Lady of Ireland

Age: 26 years of age

Bio/Personality:
Anne was the daughter of Thomas Boleyn, 1st Earl of Wiltshire, and his wife, Lady Elizabeth Howard, and was educated in the Netherlands and France, largely as a maid of honour to Claude of France. She returned to England in early 1522, to marry her Irish cousin James Butler, 9th Earl of Ormond; the marriage plans ended in failure and she secured a post at court as maid of honour to Henry VIII's wife, Catherine of Aragon.

Early in 1523 there was a secret betrothal between Anne and Henry Percy, son of the 5th Earl of Northumberland. In January 1524, Cardinal Thomas Wolsey broke the betrothal, Anne was sent back home to Hever Castle, and Percy was married to Lady Mary Talbot, to whom he had been betrothed since adolescence. In February/March 1526, Henry VIII began his pursuit of Anne. She resisted his attempts to seduce her, refusing to become his mistress – which her sister Mary had been. It soon became the one absorbing object of Henry's desires to annul his marriage to Queen Catherine so he would be free to marry Anne. When it became clear that Pope Clement VII would not annul the marriage, the breaking of the power of the Catholic Church in England began. In 1532, Henry granted her the Marquessate of Pembroke.

Henry and Anne married on 25 January 1533. On 23 May 1533, Thomas Cranmer declared Henry and Catherine's marriage null and void; five days later, he declared Henry and Anne's marriage to be good and valid. Shortly afterwards, the Pope decreed sentences of excommunication against Henry and Cranmer. As a result of this marriage and these excommunications, the first break between the Church of England and Rome took place and the Church of England was brought under the King's control. Anne was crowned Queen of England on 1 June 1533. On 7 September, she gave birth to the future Queen Elizabeth I, whose gender disappointed Henry. He was not entirely discouraged, for he said that a son would surely follow and professed to love Elizabeth.

Yet as war broke out with France, he left quickly and said to of brought his mistress with him to battle. After the campaign, the sweating sickness took hold and carried him to fast yet painful death. Anne, seemingly bitter at her husband's constant and recent rejection, shed tears only before the people. Her daughter, Elizabeth, was sent to her own personal manor, to be governed and raised over by a relative. And thus Queen Anne of Britain reigns over all her husband had once ruled over.




I have never had better opinions of woman than I had of her. — Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury, Anne Boleyn’s pastor and Boleyn family friend.

For her behaviour, manners, attire and tongue she excelled them all. — Lancelot de Carles

Her excellent grace and behaviour — George Cavendish, usher to Cardinal Wolsey, when explaining why Anne stood out from the rest of women at court.

She (Anne) knew perfectly how to sing and dance…to play the lute and other instruments. — Lancelot de Carles

Imbued with as many outward good qualities in playing on instruments, singing, and such other courtly graces, as few women were of her time. — William Thomas

I find her so bright and pleasant for her young age that I am more beholden to you for sending her to me than you are to me. — Archduchess Margaret of Austria, who trained Anne as a maid of honour in her household.

My Other Character

Title: Serving Maid Mabil "Mouse" Scot
Age: 19

Bio/Personality:
Mabil Scot is step-daughter to Randal Plunkett, 21st Baron of Dunsany. He took her mother, Elinor Scot, as his third wife, having already sired four girls to his previous wives. Mabil's mother was the only one to give him an heir, and therefore Mabil was tolerated. It was already a scandal that the Baron had married a widow, much less a Scottish widow. Mabil's father had died on a hunting trip when she was twelve, and her mother seemed to marry the Baron quite quickly and conveniently. Being tolerated was not the same as being loved, however. Mabil was allowed to study with the Baron's daughters given that she excel quickly. She was also given the hand-me-down dresses of her four step-sisters given that she be well mannered and most of all invisible, especially when a potential suitor came to call.

Mabil did mind. She enjoyed reading and learning of different places and times. It gave her a place to be whoever she wanted, in her dreams. Plain in looks, Mabil focused on studies, house work and her day dreams, while her elder sisters chased suitors and went off to court. And as the last of her elder sisters drifted to court or to their new husbands' manors, Mabil found that the Baron's home had become quiet lonely. There was no giggling in the hallways, or arguing in the kitchen, or even noise in the mending room. Everything had grown rather boring without her sisters' dramas.

But when Mabil turned eighteen, the Baron decided it was time for her to go to the courts as well, to find her own husband of course. However Mabil was a Scot, and not blood related to the Baron at all, Mabil had no rightful position in court. But, in order to leave the dreary manor, Mabil insisted she be sent to the palace, to be of some use to the Crown. So she was sent as a serving maid, lady-in-waitings being her sisters' rightful claim after all. Keeping her mother's previous married name, Mabil Scot, went into service at the palace without much of anyone's knowledge to whom was her step-father. Such knowledge would only sully her step-sisters' chances to marriage and create some sort of scandal.

But Mabil found her invisibility could be of use to her and even to her sisters. Since she was so common place, no one paid her much heed when gossiping or whispering. Secrets, lies, scandals, Mabil had access to them. Of course she only used her information when asked by her sisters, whether it be scandals or blackmail, Mabil always had some tasty tid bit. She was then dubbed "Mouse", for all her invisible scurrying about. Such stealth and slyness, the nickname made sense to her at least. Not that she'd ever do much harm herself. But every drama needs a mysterious whisper of lie or truth to push things along. Not to mention the ease in which she could sneak into rooms forbidden to most others. After all she is but a servant to the Crown and does as she is told....now doesn't she?

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Added information:

Actual History:
The Reformation saw the breaking away of the English Church from the Catholic Church in Rome in 1534 and the installation of King Henry VIII as its Supreme Head. The split from Rome made the English monarch the Supreme Governor of the English church by Royal Supremacy, thereby making the Church of England the established church of the nation. Doctrinal and legal disputes now rested with the monarch, and the papacy was deprived of revenue and the final say on the appointment of bishops.

RP History:
The Reformation saw the breaking away of the English Church from the Catholic Church in Rome in 1534 and the installation of Queen Anne as its Supreme Head. The split from Rome made the English monarch the Supreme Governor of the English church by Royal Supremacy, thereby making the Church of England the established church of the nation. Doctrinal and legal disputes now rested with the monarch, and the papacy was deprived of revenue and the final say on the appointment of bishops.

AKA It's a kind of Catholic Church that bends to the Royal's will, with no connection to be governed by the Pope. The Queen of England is hence forth sitting where the Pope would be at the head of the English Church.

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As for plot it would be the French monarchy going against Queen Anne and an inner turmoil, since Anne has a mixed review from most people in court. Some many are enchanted, others abhor her. Some women find her angelic, others find her to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. Britain is being slashed in two between Protestant and Catholics, those who support her and those who disclaim her as a false queen, not sanctioned by the Pope and Catholic church. Some think she might have hexed ,cursed or poisoned the previous queen, though she denies any involvement. So how shall you, the peers take sides? Are you for the strong and generous Queen Anne, or are you forever loyal to the Catholic Church. Or perhaps you are French as wish to take back you lands, in the name of your own King. Choose wisely, for whomever does not, they might mysteriously die, just as the previous queen did, or parish as the late king and his mistress were said to of. Is Anne a witch or a woman of power? And will France be in her graces for much longer? This is for the politic and fate to decide.



Please post CS here and once we have enough players we can get to the IC

Lords, Ladies and Lies of the Court

Then you are of course welcome dear~ ^.^ Glad to know some of us B4Crash people are still around~

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Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

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Katawa Shoujo ~ Disability Girls ~ (All Genders Welcome) REBOOT

Something wonderfully... evil~