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    1. Whirlwind 12 yrs ago

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Roleplayer off and on for 12 years.

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I'd like to join, but not as a gang member. Anyone mind having a wife or sister who is a nurse that can stitch up wounds and house gang members when they get in trouble, feed them all occasionally, but not really want to be too involved in the gang activity?
In Lumos 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Are Venny & Auguste going to become besties to rescue Syleste?
Blox said
Hey Whirl, I like your characters back story.


Thank you Blox! :3
Zombehs said
Well if I'm allowed to join, I'll be making a male CS. Don't think a 1:2 ratio would be too bad


Agreed I just didn't want to be the only one.
I don't think it'd hurt to have another guy CS. And Reminie might not come back (hopefully that's not the case but ya never really know.)
In Rome 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Did it have a Togas R Us?
Evera had gently fallen asleep, but was in the space between sleep and awake, where her spirit had not left her body as of yet. She was brought awake by a snort, and blinked her eyes rapidly. She looked around the bus and everyone was gone, save Andrew who now walked up to her. She smiled gently as he politely, albeit clumsily, said they were the only ones left. ”Yes! I guess I was drifting off,” she said with a light chuckle back as Andrew walked off the bus and Evera followed. She grabbed her bags and continued on, seeing Andrew, a girl, and Taiyo. They seemed to be congregating around a well of some sort. ”Ah a rebirth through water is it? Into godhood?” Evera asked as she approached. She knew spirits were attracted to water, and water often symbolized a rebirth or cleansing in the spiritual realm. She moved closer and heard Roxy explain how the others jumped in, and it was their entrance. Well, it did make sense despite its rudimentary nature. Hesitating briefly, Evera shrugged and slowly eased over the side of the well before falling in. She landed with a thud, blinking in the brightness around her. Now in her golden spiritual form, the light shone off her skin blinding her a bit more than the others she assumed. She walked out of the way of the entrance, wearing a golden gown now that covered from her chest to just above her knees. It seemed to blend with the gold of her skin, though her hair remained the same dark shade as did her eyes.
Rapunzel


Call me Elle


Human Fable


Female



5’7” with a lean/fit body type, short blonde hair and emerald eyes (dark eyebrows), with a lightly tanned complexion, and a few tattoos dotting her skin


Currently a photographer (changes every few years)


Personality: Humble- Elle knows what’s here today might not be here tomorrow so it’s best to be thankful for everything. Fickle- Because she knows how temporary things can be, she finds herself not getting attached to anything or anyone. If she finds herself liking someone a lot, she will often run, afraid of loving someone just to lose them. This also applies to her hobbies, where she gets obsessed with something, drops it, then moves on to something else. Empathetic- Elle can easily feel others’ pain and happiness. She cries easily and laughs just as easily. Fun loving- Elle hates serious discussions and topics that bring her down. She would much prefer to go to a party, hang out with friends, do anything to stay upbeat.

Fable: Once upon a time, Rapunzel was born to an average mother and father. Her mother had her father steal rampion to make her salads from an enchanted garden next door. However, the garden he stole them from belonged to the witch Gothel. In order to escape Gothel with his life when he was caught, her father had to promise to give the witch his daughter after she was born. The witch came and took the girl, naming her Rapunzel. She grew to be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, the rampion having given her long locks of hair and the sweetest face. The witch locked her in a tower when she was 12 years old however, with only a window in and out. The witch would cry “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair to me,” and Rapunzel would toss her hair out the window and pull Gothel up. Her hair was strong and spun like gold, and she kept it braided for the witch to climb up on it.

A few years later, a prince happened by and heard her singing in the tower. He was enchanted and waiting to see how one would get into the tower. Behind a tree, he saw Gothel call out to Rapunzel, and the long hair that fell down for her to climb. So, the next day, the prince repeated “Rapunzel Rapunzel, let down your hair to me” and climbed up after she tossed out her hair. When he appeared to her, she was frightened, but he was kind. They became friends, and eventually more as he would visit her daily after the witch left.

One day, Rapunzel asked why Gothel was so much heavier than the prince, sending the witch into a rage. She chopped off her hair. Gothel waited for the prince to come, tossing out Rapunzel’s braids when he called, only for him to be pulled up and see the witch. Gothel then shoved him from the window, letting him fall into the briar bushes below (where he eventually survived but blind, and then eventually escaped to the mundane world though Rapunzel has no knowledge of this and has never run into him). Mourning what she assumed was the death of her lover, Rapunzel was taken to the mundane world by the witch, hoping the girl would suffer and die in the American wilderness without magic to save her. Gothel went back to the Homelands and was killed by the army of the Adversary.

Rapunzel was saved by some colonists, and has lived in America, not aging and eventually making her way to Fabletown, NY.


Abilities: Peak human strength, peak human endurance (she’s stronger than the average human and can endure more, harsher conditions, etc)


Other: Non-magical abilities that she’s picked up during her time on earth include- jujitsu, expert musician in just about every instrument, highly intelligent from all the books and studies she’s read, cooking, artist, dancer (nothing like ballet however as she’s not the most graceful), knitting, home brewing (a la the 1920s), juggling, excellent at most sports though she prefers badminton and volleyball, quilting, sewing, soap making, loves video games, writing (though she hasn’t published anything), archery, card games, fishing, gardening, biking, jogging, photography, swimming, shooting hand guns (always too scared of anything bigger), darts, kickboxing, cosmetology, and movie buff
Zinnia looked back to the road in time to see a girl with flaming hair tossing cars around in front of her. ”Oh for love of…” she cut herself off with a growl, upper lip twitching. She slammed on the brakes, but the beast of a girl was getting closer. Zinnia’s mind told her to exit the car, but she was just so stubborn. This was her car and she was tempted to just run the freaky looking chick over with it. People were running, leaving their cars behind and screaming. ”Where do these idiots come from?” she mumbled angrily, grabbing her things from the vehicle and exiting it with a huff. As she started away from it, she heard gun shots ring out. Oh great, now someone was trying to be a hero. She rolled her eyes and more people screamed and ran. She just walked calmly over to the sidewalk, leaning her back against a brick and mortar flower shop and watched. The people within the shop pulled the curtains down, making Zinnia glance over at the gesture and snort. Yes, pulling down the blinds made them invisible now. Surely a car could not go crashing through their window since they pulled the damn curtain over it. She shook her head and sighed with a smirk, crossing her arms and staying put. If her car didn’t get turned over or damaged by the idiot shooter’s bullets, she was so driving it back to her apartment.

”In the meantime…” she murmured, hearing the villainous girl shout something about Jack and Hyde while Zinnia pulled out her cell phone. ”Yes, police? I’d like to report a girl on fire and possibly steroids jacking up Main Street, and some idiot with a gun shooting up the place. Might want to send a car. Or one of your oh so special heroes.”
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