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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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Oh hey eyesonly. Yeah i was wondering what happened with that rp. No one is posting in it anymore. So I joined this one. There are enough people that I'm sure it will go somewhere.
My car won't start! I am now stuck waiting for my Mom to come and get me ;___; *cries*
I'm sorry caster. Been having to deal with some crap. I will reply when I get home.
Esme screamed as he began to chant. Her ghostly body began to burn. The pain was incredible.
Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Esme laid on the ground, panting and still hurting. She heard Hag's voice but was sure she was only dreaming.
A rough hand grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet. She was in too much pain to walk so the person ended up dragging her. She heard a door open and she was thrown inside.
"Don't get any ideas," a harsh voice said. "Things place has been sealed with holy water."
The door slammed and Esme was left alone with her pain and her sorrow. Maybe she would be sent to wherever Hag was. She didn't care if it was hell, as long as she was with him again she could bear anything.
Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Esme laid on the ground, panting and still hurting. She heard Hag's voice but was sure she was only dreaming.
A rough hand grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet. She was in too much pain to walk so the person ended up dragging her. She heard a door open and she was thrown inside.
"Don't get any ideas," a harsh voice said. "Things place has been sealed with holy water."
The door slammed and Esme was left alone with her pain and her sorrow. Maybe she would be sent to wherever Hag was. She didn't care if it was hell, as long as she was with him again she could bear anything.
that's weird, cuz it works for me :( what do I do??
Esme didn't know how much time had passed. All she knew was that she was still sitting on the ground, still holding Hag in her lap, still willing him to return to her. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed it.
Several of the robed man who had come with the High Father were watching her. She could feel their eyes on her. She didn't know what kind of religion they were so she didn't know if they would try and do anything to her, but she was a ghost so they would not be able to hurt her. At least that was a plus in being not of this world anymore.
Hag had really protected her, in his own odd way.
But just because she couldn't be hurt physically didn't mean she couldn't be hurt emotionally. Like right now. Her heart felt like it had been ripped savagely and was bleeding inside of her.
She was surprised by footsteps. Instinctively she hugged Hag to her. They couldn't take him away from her.
"Come on you crazy bitch," one of the robed men said. "You've been sitting here long enough. Time to get rid of this bastards corpse."
"Go away," she said.
"Listen freak," another said. "You don't get to tell us what to do. We tell you. Now get lost."
"Go away," she repeated.
Getting fed up with her, the first man leaned over and yanked Hag's body from her grasp. When she reached to take it back the other kicked her, hard.
Then they started dragging the body towards a fire.
"No!" Esme exclaimed, realizing what they were going to do.
"We're going to burn this freak as a warning to you all," the kicker said.
"You can't! Stop!" Esme cried, running up and beating on them, trying to stop them.
"He's dead," the kicker protested. "It's not like he's going to feel it."
"Leave him alone! Stop it!" Esme screamed, grabbing one of their arms and jerking.
"Let go bitch!" he shouted at her and went to shove her away. His hand went through her.
"Holy God! She's a ghost!" the other exclaimed and pulled something from his coat. It was some kind of paper, like a sutra. When he stuck it to her she screamed at the burning pain and fell to the ground. While one kept his boot pressed on her stomach to keep her down he yelled to the other. "Go and get the High Father!"
Several of the robed man who had come with the High Father were watching her. She could feel their eyes on her. She didn't know what kind of religion they were so she didn't know if they would try and do anything to her, but she was a ghost so they would not be able to hurt her. At least that was a plus in being not of this world anymore.
Hag had really protected her, in his own odd way.
But just because she couldn't be hurt physically didn't mean she couldn't be hurt emotionally. Like right now. Her heart felt like it had been ripped savagely and was bleeding inside of her.
She was surprised by footsteps. Instinctively she hugged Hag to her. They couldn't take him away from her.
"Come on you crazy bitch," one of the robed men said. "You've been sitting here long enough. Time to get rid of this bastards corpse."
"Go away," she said.
"Listen freak," another said. "You don't get to tell us what to do. We tell you. Now get lost."
"Go away," she repeated.
Getting fed up with her, the first man leaned over and yanked Hag's body from her grasp. When she reached to take it back the other kicked her, hard.
Then they started dragging the body towards a fire.
"No!" Esme exclaimed, realizing what they were going to do.
"We're going to burn this freak as a warning to you all," the kicker said.
"You can't! Stop!" Esme cried, running up and beating on them, trying to stop them.
"He's dead," the kicker protested. "It's not like he's going to feel it."
"Leave him alone! Stop it!" Esme screamed, grabbing one of their arms and jerking.
"Let go bitch!" he shouted at her and went to shove her away. His hand went through her.
"Holy God! She's a ghost!" the other exclaimed and pulled something from his coat. It was some kind of paper, like a sutra. When he stuck it to her she screamed at the burning pain and fell to the ground. While one kept his boot pressed on her stomach to keep her down he yelled to the other. "Go and get the High Father!"
there I tried another pic. I hope this one works *crosses fingers*
Appearance:
Name: Isabelle Perini
Real Name: Belle
Age: 18
Personality: Isabelle is kind and sweet. She relates more to books then people so her social skills are not the best. She doesn't talk much to people she doesn't know and passes off insecurity as not caring about what people think of her. In reality she has always wanted to be a part of the 'in-crowd', the popular girls, the normal people, but at the same time she knows she is different and doesn't want to be fake in order to fit in. She always tells the truth and so assumes everyone else does as well. From her reading she knows not everyone is good and some people are incredibly evil, but she believes that everyone has some kind of good in them no matter how deeply it is buried.
Life before Earth: Isabelle was betrothed at birth to marry Prince Adam. She was her widowed father's only child, her mother dying in childbirth.
Life on Earth: Once everything went to hell and the children were sent to earth Isabelle lost her memories and was adopted by an Italian family. She works in a book store, trying to support herself while going to college to become a veterinarian. The time not spent at work and studying is spent volunteering at an animal shelter. Because of this she has had no time, and really no interest, in dating, especially any of the brain dead jerks she goes to college with.
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Appearance: this is the only pic I could find please don't kill me!
Name: Dr. Facilier
Age: 35 (just guess here)
Personality: cunning, lying, manipulative, cruel, selfish but also charming and suave.
Life in Fairytale World: Facilier, otherwise known as "The Shadow Man" is the Enchantress' right hand and her one-time lover. He enjoys manipulating people, getting them to agree to things that he paints as helping them but really only helps him. He gets what he wants through trickery and uses his charms, spells, voodoo dolls and other tricks to keep himself young and powerful. He has a lot of style and his clothes are very important to him. Do not, I repeat DO NOT, touch his hat.
Name: Isabelle Perini
Real Name: Belle
Age: 18
Personality: Isabelle is kind and sweet. She relates more to books then people so her social skills are not the best. She doesn't talk much to people she doesn't know and passes off insecurity as not caring about what people think of her. In reality she has always wanted to be a part of the 'in-crowd', the popular girls, the normal people, but at the same time she knows she is different and doesn't want to be fake in order to fit in. She always tells the truth and so assumes everyone else does as well. From her reading she knows not everyone is good and some people are incredibly evil, but she believes that everyone has some kind of good in them no matter how deeply it is buried.
Life before Earth: Isabelle was betrothed at birth to marry Prince Adam. She was her widowed father's only child, her mother dying in childbirth.
Life on Earth: Once everything went to hell and the children were sent to earth Isabelle lost her memories and was adopted by an Italian family. She works in a book store, trying to support herself while going to college to become a veterinarian. The time not spent at work and studying is spent volunteering at an animal shelter. Because of this she has had no time, and really no interest, in dating, especially any of the brain dead jerks she goes to college with.
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Appearance: this is the only pic I could find please don't kill me!
Name: Dr. Facilier
Age: 35 (just guess here)
Personality: cunning, lying, manipulative, cruel, selfish but also charming and suave.
Life in Fairytale World: Facilier, otherwise known as "The Shadow Man" is the Enchantress' right hand and her one-time lover. He enjoys manipulating people, getting them to agree to things that he paints as helping them but really only helps him. He gets what he wants through trickery and uses his charms, spells, voodoo dolls and other tricks to keep himself young and powerful. He has a lot of style and his clothes are very important to him. Do not, I repeat DO NOT, touch his hat.
I will be making Belle and Dr. Facilier soon I swear!
This is going too bee so much fun :-) i will try and have my CS for both characters up sometime tonight.
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