Whirlwind

Fables/The Wolf Among Us based RP

So, is it like, the characters got pulled from their stories and put into modern day life, or their stories somehow occurred in modern day life, or are they just regular people inspired by the characters in the stories and their backgrounds would be like an average persons in the modern time that simply mirrors the fairy tale?

Rome

Ateret stopped by her home along the route to the Coliseum, walking in to find Hadassah and talk to her before going. She ran into her stepmother Aedre instead. The woman had her dark hair piled atop her head and a fine gown with gold jewelry dripping from her. Ateret tried not to crinkle her nose at the sight, finding such extravagance embarrassing.

Aedre took in her stepdaughter’s appearance. Her hair was down and not fixed in any sort of way. Unbraided, not jeweled, nothing special at all. She was dressed in a white gown with gold accents, but she seemed to enjoy covering it with a rather plain laced shawl. ”Do you enjoy looking so average?” Aedre sneered at the girl, shaking her head as she already knew Ateret would likely say yes. ”Never mind. Have you seen your father?” she asked, her tone cold, eyes unfeeling towards the girl like always.

Ateret scoffed under her breath, resisting the urge to say yes, that she rather enjoyed undyed clothing and the lack of heavy jewels, but she dared not speak it aloud. ”Yes. He’s going to the games,” she said simply. She had no idea if Aedre was aware of her fate to be married to a gladiator, but Ateret was not about to give her stepmother the satisfaction of hearing it from her lips, just to laugh in her face at how Nona was married to a noble while Ateret was to wed a former slave. If he even lived.

”Hmm… fine,” Aedre said, calling for one of the servants to escort her to the Coliseum to find her husband. She left without another word to Ateret, and that only signaled to her that her stepmother was yet unaware of her marriage. That was nice for the moment at least. Ateret shook her head though and went to find Hadassah, who was washing clothes in the washing room. When the woman turned and saw her master’s daughter, her face saddened.

”What has happened dear?” she asked, able to tell from the look on Ateret’s face, and the fact she was a little more disheveled than she had been this morning, that something was wrong. Ateret fell into her arms and told her how she was going to have to leave because her father finally married her off. And she wanted Hadassah to come with her. ”Oh that’s up to your father dear,” she said, petting the girl’s long blonde hair while holding her with wet hands. Of course she was right. Ateret would just have to convince him to let her mother figure come with her. After all, Hadassah had always cared for her more than the others anyway. Ateret nodded and knew she had to be going, kissing the servant woman on the head and then leaving, sniffling slightly though no tears had left her eyes.

She eventually did make it to watch the games, finding a seat amongst the commoners. She didn’t exactly fit in with the other upper class viewers, preferring to yell and cheer as loud as she pleased instead of clapping and excitedly gossiping about her neighbors.

Rome

Nona smiled as her friend complimented her, eyes sparkling happily. ”You look radiant Aemilia. The gold really matches your new scent as well,” Nona said, dabbing on her own bottle she’d purchased to make her appearance complete. What man wouldn’t want her honestly? Oh that’s right. Her husband. She had to stop herself from getting in a bad mood, smiling once more though it was a tad fake when Aemilia asked if they were to head to the Coliseum then. ”Yes, let’s. Our presence should be easily taken in before all the commoners crowd it out,” she said, agreeing with her friend about space and walking arm in arm with her towards the games. They did arrive early enough to find the seats they wanted, though they still had to pass by a few dirty people. ”Ugh, you think people would take a dip in the baths before coming here. Like it’s hard to jump in water,” she said, crinkling her nose while speaking loudly, holding up the sleeve of her dress to her nose and breathing in her own perfume to clear her senses.

Fables/The Wolf Among Us based RP

I might join after seeing other CS's, as I haven't read or seen the series.

|Heroes Among Us|

DragonBeastMode said
Well that cam out a little meaner then what I wanted but she's trying to be nice lol.

Okie dokie XD

|Heroes Among Us|

Gah I should have made it more clear. Dixie is in a transitional form, which is where she only transforms certain parts of herself into a wolf. In this case, her hands, ears, and a tail. The rest of her still looks human atm. Normally when she fights she will be wolf from the waist up, and human waist down.

|Heroes Among Us|

Mack is just surrounded by the ladies XD

Down the Rabbit Hole Again

I can create a Hatter.

CS

Name: Eira Lucas

Alias: Hatter

Age: 17

Personality: Eira is always getting distracted. She loves to start new projects, but never finishes them. She is always late to everything because of her distractible nature, finding herself wasting time often. Because of this and other coincidences in combination with her natural clumsiness, Eira is often in trouble. With her parents, with school, with friends, even the law before. Though she is hardly ever guilty of doing anything wrong on purpose, she is so naïve and easily persuaded on things she becomes involved in things she never meant to. She is very good about getting out of these situations though. She also rather enjoys poetry, though she’s been told she’s no good at it and that her rhymes make no sense. She can also turn her emotions on a dime. One minute she’s happy, the next sad over something not many would consider significant. This type of back and forth has often driven people away from her, unwilling to put up with her emotional rollercoaster of a personality. And if that doesn’t drive them away, her overly honest, blunt remarks can. Eira also falls easy to compliments (if you tell her she’s pretty or good at something, you’re her instant best friend).

Appearance:

Background: Eira grew up with a magician father, her mother having run off not long after she was born with another man. Eira’s father was eccentric. He was known as the loon of the town, but Eira didn’t know anything else was normal, so from the get go she was always a bit strange. One thing she and her father would always make time for was afternoon tea together. After she entered school, it was right when she got home. Her father couldn’t always be there for dinner because of his magic shows, so this was their bonding time.
Eira was certainly a daddy’s little girl. He loved her nonsense poetry and often asked her to recite it to him and her various stuffed animals who all had names as they sat round the table for tea. And some days her father would give her cakes with the tea simply because. She pestered him so much about why sometimes though, he’d claim it was because it was her birthday. When she would protest that it wasn’t, he would say it was her un-birthday. Which was just as special to him. He helped keep her a child even as she grew, sheltering her and letting her live in her fantasy lands she created in her mind, and never forcing her to grow up out of her ‘I want this now’ attitude.
When Eira was in high school, she entered a talent show. She originally planned on reciting poetry, but her English teacher suggested she do something else instead. So, Eira decided to sing. She wrote her own song and began to sing it every day after school. When the talent show came, she sang, and got laughed at. Pencils and books thrown at her. Devastated, she ran from the auditorium, looking for her father. He was at a show down at the local theater performing, so she ran all the way there. When she arrived, she raced inside, her father in the middle of a trick. She called out to him, causing him to get distracted, and accidentally sliced his own throat. Blood spurted everywhere, including on Eira. She stood in shock, as did most of the audience while her father crumpled to the stage.
When the ambulance and police arrived, Eira had picked up her father’s blood stained hat and put it atop her head, demanding someone clean up the big red mess. Since this time, Eira has been obsessed with keeping things clean, except the hat atop her head. She scrubs herself in the shower a few times a day. She cleans all of her tea cups and saucers between sips even. She’s teetering on the edge. The police recognized this and convinced her to go to the hospital, because well… everything was so clean there anyway. She obliged, as long as they had tea and cakes.

Diagnosis: OCD & PTSD

Rome

viktor said
Invader zim... Now you are making me feel old

Have some pizza

(Better? XD)

A School for Deities.

Evera watched as Phobetor flicked his wrist and his shadow puppets disappeared. She just smiled and nodded when he said killing time, about to look away as that seemed to be a rather boring answer, until he said he brought darkness to life. Her eyes lit up and she tilted her head at the appearance of his claws. Or at least, that’s what she would compare them to. ”That must come in handy for a lot of things,” she smiled again. Her abilities really weren’t that applicable to everyday life. Everything she could do revolved around the spirit world and realm. That’s why she’d never suspected she was anything special. Then again, she could probably develop some sort of witchcraft abilities, per her birth mother, but it would clash with the ambiguity she was to have as the bearer of Mephistopheles’ burden. Considering her job required working for both heaven and hell.

Her eyes kept glancing to the rude boy up front and she got up and moved to a seat between Phobetor and Ashil, where she could talk to them both. She tilted her head a bit and addressed the pouting boy. ”Are you alright, by the way? Perhaps you could use a nap along our bus ride?” she asked, knowing she tended to get grumpy sometimes when she was tired. Perhaps he was too?