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Seriously. I need to get word back on whether or not I need to add to my CS, or whether I can just post. Also, if I need to add stuff, what do I need to add? Like, what's the difference between 'Type of Government' and 'Administration'?
I vote to move on. If I was inactive, it's what I'd want everyone else to do.
YoshiSkittlez said
Silver Carrot, Goldi's Day 1 Character Summary is finished if you wanted to take a look. Let me know if I skipped over something or need to change/edit something ^.^
One small thing. Gloria is a false name. Goldilocks' real name is Audrey.
I still don't really know how to expand on what I've got. This is my first ever nation RP.
Collab between Optimist and Silver Carrot
Thomas grabbed onto the collar of Goldilock''s blouse, to keep from falling, and kept his eyes out for the red headed woman and his friends. He was not sure how he had been able to travel from the morning at the Fairy Queen's castle, to the evening at this town. He assumed that there must be a great deal of distance between them, for that to be possible. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what business brings you here? I am here as a part of a quest of sorts, to fight evil in the land. I know it is a bit of a vague goal, but we mean it seriously enough."
"That's a noble ideal," the woman remarked, red lips curling into a half smile again. "Alas, my motivation is simple coin. I'm looking for a red haired woman. The person I work for wants to find her. It's as simple as that...more or less..."
Thomas understood her motivations perfectly. He was in this quest first for the travel, and then because of his loyalty to his friend Charming. He was not, by nature, a crusader. "Ah, that is as good a motivation as any. I myself have had simliar motives for most of my life, since I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Miss Gloria."
The woman's smile grew until it looked genuine. "That makes two of us. I didn't exactly have a poor childhood in a poor family, but I have had to work for everything I own today."
Thomas's view of her smile, was like a vast field of white teeth. Everything was big to him, when he was in his natural state. He felt relaxed with Gloria. She seemed a sensible enough lass, unlike some at court he had met. Without meaning to, he started to feel a bit sleepy. "Well, I do understand that, though I was actually born to very poor parents. As it is, my life is has been easy the past few years, as the court dwarf for the Fairy Queen." He realized he was sharing a bit to much about himself with a stranger, but what was said was said.
The woman looked down at Thomas, fully deviating her eyes from the road in front of her for the first time since he changed. "You're the court dwarf for the Fairy Queen?!" She looked around, before lowering her voice. Luckily she didn't draw too much attention to them. She turned back to Thomas, talking in a hushed whisper "I had no idea was in the company of someone with ties to royalty! Are you a Lord or something?"
Thomas laughed, "Hardly, more of a curiosity and a jester, all rolled into one. She dresses me up for her own entertainment and parades me in front of the important folk she invites to her table." He did not think it wise to mention that she was also his god-mother. That would really be putting on airs. "So, I take it that you are not a princess in disguise then? I have met enough of them."
The woman's smile was almost pulled into a grimace. "I can't stand being the centre of attention. I would hate that. You're a lot braver than me in that regard." She mused. Secretly, she was a little bit put off by the treatment of this nice man as some mere amusement. It was almost worse that he didn't mind it. She tried to take her mind off it by answering his next question. "No, I'm not a Princess in disguise. Nothing could be further from the truth," she responded, with an enigmatic air to her sentence.
Thomas thought he sounded odd, as she spoke that last, but did not pry. As it was, he was was enjoying being in her company and being out of the eyes of the court. In fact, he was feeling a bit sleepy. He curled up against her neck and started to drift off without meaning too. "Well, that's good. Princesses are generally annoying, as a rule." Soon he was snoring, in a soft little sound.
"Based on my experiences, I'm inclined to agree with you," she said, before hearing him snore. This brought a smile to her face. She didn't want him to fall off her shoulder, so she moved him up to the brim of her hat. That's when she saw the horses blocking the exits, and her 'boss' with them. She heard what he shouted. She was safe, she wouldn't be killed unless she did something stupid. The others wouldn't. Thomas wouldn't. She had to escape. It was a strange position she was in now, with plans to betray the orders of this powerful Goat, just so she could serve the other order from this powerful Goat. Then again, following one of those orders results in her getting paid, and following the other might result in her companion getting an awful lot smaller, under a cloven hoof. She'd take her chances.
She started walking to the docks. That goat had all the roads covered. The only other way out was by sea, and Goldilocks had her purse to hand.
Thomas was blisstfully unaware of the peril he was in. He was of dreaming a fat little wife, in a little cottage, and tiny children. As it was, it was a dream that was unlikely to come true, seeing as he did not even know of the existance of Thumbelina. Still, it was a pleasant enough fiction.
In his dream, he was named mayor of a small town, and grew fat and old, as he watched his children grow up. He and his wife grew gray in hair, and infirm of limb, but were still very much in love. When he woke, the dream would pain him, for it was never to be. Such happiness was not for the likes of him.
When Goldilocks got to the docks, she saw several goats stopping the ships. A single bead of sweat rooled down her face as she tried to remain calm and collected. She swiftly changed direction, and burst straight into a nearby inn, where she caught her breath for a few soconds before straightening her hat, dusting off her dress and approaching the innkeeper.
"I'd like a room, please."
"Ma'am, I'm afraid that with the goats..."
A fat purse full of coins landed in the table with a meaty jingle. Goldilocks smiled. The inkeeper thought for a few seconds, then handed her a key.
"Room 26. Please don't attract any attention."
Thomas grabbed onto the collar of Goldilock''s blouse, to keep from falling, and kept his eyes out for the red headed woman and his friends. He was not sure how he had been able to travel from the morning at the Fairy Queen's castle, to the evening at this town. He assumed that there must be a great deal of distance between them, for that to be possible. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what business brings you here? I am here as a part of a quest of sorts, to fight evil in the land. I know it is a bit of a vague goal, but we mean it seriously enough."
"That's a noble ideal," the woman remarked, red lips curling into a half smile again. "Alas, my motivation is simple coin. I'm looking for a red haired woman. The person I work for wants to find her. It's as simple as that...more or less..."
Thomas understood her motivations perfectly. He was in this quest first for the travel, and then because of his loyalty to his friend Charming. He was not, by nature, a crusader. "Ah, that is as good a motivation as any. I myself have had simliar motives for most of my life, since I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Miss Gloria."
The woman's smile grew until it looked genuine. "That makes two of us. I didn't exactly have a poor childhood in a poor family, but I have had to work for everything I own today."
Thomas's view of her smile, was like a vast field of white teeth. Everything was big to him, when he was in his natural state. He felt relaxed with Gloria. She seemed a sensible enough lass, unlike some at court he had met. Without meaning to, he started to feel a bit sleepy. "Well, I do understand that, though I was actually born to very poor parents. As it is, my life is has been easy the past few years, as the court dwarf for the Fairy Queen." He realized he was sharing a bit to much about himself with a stranger, but what was said was said.
The woman looked down at Thomas, fully deviating her eyes from the road in front of her for the first time since he changed. "You're the court dwarf for the Fairy Queen?!" She looked around, before lowering her voice. Luckily she didn't draw too much attention to them. She turned back to Thomas, talking in a hushed whisper "I had no idea was in the company of someone with ties to royalty! Are you a Lord or something?"
Thomas laughed, "Hardly, more of a curiosity and a jester, all rolled into one. She dresses me up for her own entertainment and parades me in front of the important folk she invites to her table." He did not think it wise to mention that she was also his god-mother. That would really be putting on airs. "So, I take it that you are not a princess in disguise then? I have met enough of them."
The woman's smile was almost pulled into a grimace. "I can't stand being the centre of attention. I would hate that. You're a lot braver than me in that regard." She mused. Secretly, she was a little bit put off by the treatment of this nice man as some mere amusement. It was almost worse that he didn't mind it. She tried to take her mind off it by answering his next question. "No, I'm not a Princess in disguise. Nothing could be further from the truth," she responded, with an enigmatic air to her sentence.
Thomas thought he sounded odd, as she spoke that last, but did not pry. As it was, he was was enjoying being in her company and being out of the eyes of the court. In fact, he was feeling a bit sleepy. He curled up against her neck and started to drift off without meaning too. "Well, that's good. Princesses are generally annoying, as a rule." Soon he was snoring, in a soft little sound.
"Based on my experiences, I'm inclined to agree with you," she said, before hearing him snore. This brought a smile to her face. She didn't want him to fall off her shoulder, so she moved him up to the brim of her hat. That's when she saw the horses blocking the exits, and her 'boss' with them. She heard what he shouted. She was safe, she wouldn't be killed unless she did something stupid. The others wouldn't. Thomas wouldn't. She had to escape. It was a strange position she was in now, with plans to betray the orders of this powerful Goat, just so she could serve the other order from this powerful Goat. Then again, following one of those orders results in her getting paid, and following the other might result in her companion getting an awful lot smaller, under a cloven hoof. She'd take her chances.
She started walking to the docks. That goat had all the roads covered. The only other way out was by sea, and Goldilocks had her purse to hand.
Thomas was blisstfully unaware of the peril he was in. He was of dreaming a fat little wife, in a little cottage, and tiny children. As it was, it was a dream that was unlikely to come true, seeing as he did not even know of the existance of Thumbelina. Still, it was a pleasant enough fiction.
In his dream, he was named mayor of a small town, and grew fat and old, as he watched his children grow up. He and his wife grew gray in hair, and infirm of limb, but were still very much in love. When he woke, the dream would pain him, for it was never to be. Such happiness was not for the likes of him.
When Goldilocks got to the docks, she saw several goats stopping the ships. A single bead of sweat rooled down her face as she tried to remain calm and collected. She swiftly changed direction, and burst straight into a nearby inn, where she caught her breath for a few soconds before straightening her hat, dusting off her dress and approaching the innkeeper.
"I'd like a room, please."
"Ma'am, I'm afraid that with the goats..."
A fat purse full of coins landed in the table with a meaty jingle. Goldilocks smiled. The inkeeper thought for a few seconds, then handed her a key.
"Room 26. Please don't attract any attention."
I had decided on a second character a few days back. "Jill the giant slayer." I read the Once Upon A Time wiki and they already have that character, more or less. I was a bit ticked off.
I have yet to make a CS, but I'm not too sure about it. My abilities in writing long personalities and histories is far poorer than any CS so far.
I was going to write in this month until I saw the theme. I just wasn't inspired.
Taleste was running down the stairs of the project tower. From the window, she could see Big Brother flying away. It saved her life, but still she feared and hated it for all the death she saw it deal out. Now, she just wanted to leave the projects with her money, go back to Marcy District, and retire before she's 25. She'd had enough danger for a whole lifetime, and she could never forget how lucky she was to be alive. She could hear commotion on the lower floors. The people in the projects wouldn't be happy with this. Three men burst into the stairwell, and pointed guns at Taleste.
She froze. She had been so close to freedom, and now her life was in danger again. She wanted, nay, needed to scream and cry at the same time, but she had to put on a brave face in front of these guys.
"Give us the backpack, little girl."
She hesitated, so the closest one slapped her and then pulled the backpack from her back, tugging painfully at her left shoulder. Now tears were showing. She couldn't stop them. The man examined the backpack.
"I know the symbol on this backpack. Runners for the 38B syndicate wear these. You a runner?"
Taleste looked up at him. He had given her an opportunity to lie. He might not kill her if she told him she used to work for that bastard, but...he'd ask her to work for him.
"Yeah, but the 38B were all in that tower." She sniffed, and wiped her eyes. "There's money in the rucksack. It's yours if you let me go."
The men chuckled among each other. "I have money. I have more need for a runner, and you're not in a position to negotiate."
Taleste looked up. They were treating her like a slave, because they thought she was weak. Taleste Jot-Anne, the girl who steals jackets from bikers didn't spend her whole life living in the slums so she could spend the rest of it as somebody's glorified servant, not to mention most likely a whore as well. She turned round, stood up on the exposed ledge of the stairwell, and snarled. She was sick of it. Sick of being a victim to dangerous men with guns. She wanted to be the one holding the cards again, just like she did in Marcy.
"You need me? I'll wager you don't want me dead, then. Don't think I'm bluffing because I. Will. Jump. Now, here are my terms. One, I want at least 35 percent of all the money I steal, as well as profits from goods I steal. Two, You will let me take jobs from other people. There will probably be a high demand for runners now that 38B are gone. Finally, if you or any of your men touch me, I leave." She leans closer to the edge. "Deal?"
She froze. She had been so close to freedom, and now her life was in danger again. She wanted, nay, needed to scream and cry at the same time, but she had to put on a brave face in front of these guys.
"Give us the backpack, little girl."
She hesitated, so the closest one slapped her and then pulled the backpack from her back, tugging painfully at her left shoulder. Now tears were showing. She couldn't stop them. The man examined the backpack.
"I know the symbol on this backpack. Runners for the 38B syndicate wear these. You a runner?"
Taleste looked up at him. He had given her an opportunity to lie. He might not kill her if she told him she used to work for that bastard, but...he'd ask her to work for him.
"Yeah, but the 38B were all in that tower." She sniffed, and wiped her eyes. "There's money in the rucksack. It's yours if you let me go."
The men chuckled among each other. "I have money. I have more need for a runner, and you're not in a position to negotiate."
Taleste looked up. They were treating her like a slave, because they thought she was weak. Taleste Jot-Anne, the girl who steals jackets from bikers didn't spend her whole life living in the slums so she could spend the rest of it as somebody's glorified servant, not to mention most likely a whore as well. She turned round, stood up on the exposed ledge of the stairwell, and snarled. She was sick of it. Sick of being a victim to dangerous men with guns. She wanted to be the one holding the cards again, just like she did in Marcy.
"You need me? I'll wager you don't want me dead, then. Don't think I'm bluffing because I. Will. Jump. Now, here are my terms. One, I want at least 35 percent of all the money I steal, as well as profits from goods I steal. Two, You will let me take jobs from other people. There will probably be a high demand for runners now that 38B are gone. Finally, if you or any of your men touch me, I leave." She leans closer to the edge. "Deal?"
Larfleeze said
I don't care what anyone says, I'm proud of the fact I finished CoK in about a week.
It took me one night to read the entire seventh Harry Potter book.It's taken me a month to get less than halfway through Clash of Kings.
NarcissisticPotato said
No, trust me. Don't let their size mislead you. These books will your life. I think I finished the whole series in about a month or two. Like seriously, it's just constantly sitting on the edge of your seat. Except for the Brienne chapters after she leaves King's Landing. To me they were the worst chapters in the book and generally caused me to dislike Brienne.
In that case, I'm glad I watched the series first, because I love Brienne, and no book will change that.
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