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Once Upon a Time...

Hey guys, just a quick note. Since the curse is broken and all that, and all of our characters are 'combined' (more or less, with a few exceptions) I was wondering if you all could sort of combine your Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke Character sheets so we can start posting our characters in the 'character' section. I will post Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin's as an example to go by so you know what I mean. When you have finished, please PM me the new and updated character sheet (this would be a great time to make up any edits you want) and I will post the new character sheet for you. Thanks!

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Scar Lionhart and Odette Swan - Present Evening - The Pride Lands

After Dominic's disappearance, The King of The Pride Lands was forced to step outside for a bit. He knew it was near impossible for his men to locate the sorcerer as he had asked; magic users had ways about them in order to not be found, and it was that thought alone that had his already hot blood boiling. If he were to change, and he was damn near certain that he would, he would not succumb Odette into such a danger as he. He had killed his own wife and child in cold blood while under the visage of The Beast, he had no doubts that the situation couldn't be re-created with his newly adopted daughter. The fresh, cooler air (though still very warm) of the night sky in The Pride Lands did him some good, but it took nearly an hour before Scar had managed to collect his head and be in complete control of himself once more. Only then did he feel it would be safe to return to Odette, and place her in the safest part of the castle until Maleficent decided to 'grace' them with her 'ever-so-mighty presence'. Gods he hated magic. Returning to The Great Hall where he had left everyone rather abruptly, he was pleased to see that a good majority of the room had emptied itself of unwanted occupants from the evening banquet. He just hoped that Odette was still around here somewhere. "Malaika!" He called, heading towards the front table where he had seen her last. Bringing her neck in she curled up in the dark shadow that the large front table provided her the sudden excitement from earlier causing her to drop from her perch on the cushions to the floor below the young swan determined to hide from the large crowd that was rushing back and forth around her each and everyone of them panicked by the sudden dissapearence of her friend and the angered outburst from the King before he had stormed out leaving them behind to clear out of the room; even now after most of the people had left the room and the panic died down around her she still couldn't help her mind from getting lost in the thought that Dominic was now being hunted down by Scar's men, the thought that it was her fault for asking him to take her all this way in the first place causing her stomach churn making her feel sick for the first time in months. Her eyes were glued to the spot in which he had last been standing the flash of white light taking him away from her before she had even gotten the chance to thank him for all his help and say goodbye until it was time that the two of them met again which she was sure was going to be quite some time considering that now a Kingdom wide man hunt was in progress to find and drag him back to the castle whether he liked it or not, 'Why did they have to leave me on my own... Both of them... Gone...' Just as the thought crossed her mind the sound of her name being called from across the room caused her to jump her feathers ruffling in surprise as she searched out the source of the noise her light blue eyes catching on Scar's figure coming closer to the table his own eyes searching for where she could have gotten to, pushing herself back up to her feet she slowly moved herself out from under the table stopping at the top of the stairs her neck extending out to him her beak brushing against his hand as he got close enough to show him that she was sorry even if he didn't believe it to be her fault. Finding Odette peeking around the corner of the table from the floor at him, his heart softened half a fraction. How could he go on with giving her a stern scolding for bringing that man into his home when her innocence and purity, itensified by the persona of the swan in a more physical sense, radiated around her being like a beacon on the darkest of nights? Sighing as he approached, keeping to the lower floor level so that their height difference wasn't too great, he allowed his hand out to pat the top of her head where she nuzzled him with her beak in return. "Quite the friend you've got." He repremanded her, though not unkindly. That was all he would say on the matter... for tonight. He could tell from the way her entire body seemed to droop that she felt bad enough about everything as it was. "C'mon kid, we've had enough excitement for one day." Reaching his other hand out, he scooped Odette up by the underside of her belly, using his opposite arm as support while he held her against his chest. Folding her wings in tighter against her body as she let his one and only statement about Dominic and his earlier actions sink in her head dropping as she lowered herself against the ground showing him just how sorry she was, even though she had known that Dominic like herself and Scar had been placed under a curse by the same person that had been holding her captive she never knew that he himself had possessed magic the thought coming to her as just as much of a shock as it had come to the others who were around her. Tensing her body out of the pure instinct of being a bird she hesitated her body pressing hard against the ground at her feet until she felt him lift her up her feet leaving the ground and folding up underneath her as she let her body lean into his his warm and gentle embrace supporting her small and fragile figure, reaching her head back up she closed her eyes her beak softly brushing over his cheek as she tried to speak to him knowing full well that until she was able to either break her curse or go back to swan lake where she would be able to see him again as a human all he would be able to hear were the loud honks of a swan, /"I-I'm sorry father... I did not know that he was magic..."/ "It's not usually like this here at Pride Rock- the uh, castle. It's not always this... active." He told her while heading back out of the Great Hall with her, the doors opening to them by the two doormen on each side as their King approached them. They didn't even bother with giving their King a strange look while he continued to converse with the swan, as they too had seen quite enough 'weird' for one day. "On a normal day, I think you'd quite like it here, actually. The Pride Lands is vastly different than Swan Lake, you could spend the rest of your life learning new things here..." Keeping her close, Scar walked the both of them down a maze of different hallways until one hallway, more narrow than the others, seemed to drop down a couple degrees; a welcome change in the otherwise dry heat of both the land and the castle. "I've the perfect place for you while you are here." He explained, taking a stone spiral staircase down once they reached the end of the hall where the only option was to go down the steps. With each step down he took, the area around them got darker and darker until finally the only way she was able to tell that they were still climbing downwards was the sound of his sandals hitting the stone steps in a rhythmic pattern. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a small stream of pale, blue light lit up his feet as he continued to descend. The small light traveled up his legs to his chest where Odette lay resting against him and finally illuminating his face as they finally reached the bottom of the stairwell and their tight confinement of the stone walls opened up to reveal a dimly lit cavern, rivaling the very size of The Great Hall. Turning her gaze up so that she could look up at him she tilted her head slightly her curiosity peaking as he began to explain that he knew of the perfect place for her to stay while she was living in the Pride Lands the dark stairwell causing her throat to seem as though it was closing up the enclosed space something she knew she would eventually get used to if where he was leading her to was to become her new chambers, closing her eyes she lowered her head once more her feathers lightly brushing over his skin as she gently nuzzled into his chest her body relaxing into his as she tried her best to ignore the claustraphobic feeling and instead enjoy that of his loving embrace as he held her close carrying her down to where ever it was that they were going. After what seemed like a lifetime she lifted her head back up shaking out her feathers her gaze turning to look over at him before her attention was caught by the sound of gentle flowing water her beak parting as she snapped her head around her eyes widening as she looked over the room that he had brought her to the indoor grotto looking just as beautiful as her lake did under the light of the moon, /"T-This is all for me..? I will be living here?"/ The word 'room' wasn't exactly the right word to describe it. Although massive, the ceilings were low and in place of the usual stone surface that made up a good majority of the castle's structure, the entire place was uncut, unshaped and untouched by human hands in any way. The rock walls jutted out in various depths and directions. Stalagmites and stalagtites reached their spikes towards one another, some even connecting to form thick, jagged rock columns. Against the wall in which the pair had just come out of was perhaps the only man-made surface out of the entire room. A thick, widely spaced flat path circled halfway around the construct before molding back into the untouched rock, sloping down at an angle on both sides until it dipped into the turquoise waters that made the area, not a room, but a grotto. The pool of water made up a majority of the center, it's waters reflecting the pale light of the moon thayt trickled down through the ceiling in various opened places, some holes big enough to gaze out of and look upon the twinkling stars and lumonosity of the moon. Stepping towards the unbanistered ledge of the path, Scar squatted down and set Odette back on her webbed feet onto the stone. With a hand, he motioned to the area just under his feet. "The pool runs under the path, there's a small grass area past the width of the path that opens up a bit more. There's plants and other little things you can nibble on if you get hungry, but if you need anything else, just let me know. I'm not going anywhere." Spreading her wings out she flapped them gently her legs swinging back and forth in her excitement to explore the grotto as he lowered her back down to the stone path letting her waddle away until she was able to stick her head under the bar her eyes examining the waters below them the gentle sparkle of it calling to her inviting her to just jump in though she chose not to knowing that she should pay attention to what was being said to her, turning her head she looked back over at him before she quickly moved to stand once more in front of his body her head nodding to show him that she was indeed listening to what he had to say to her about where she could stay, /"Will you be staying here in the grotto with me as well father? Or will I need to search you out in the castle if I need you?"/ Standing back up straight and moving a hand to the back of his head, he scratched the back of his neck for lack of knowing what else to do. She was honking at him again, but that could mean anything, though it didn't sound (nor did she look) particularly angry with him. Well that was a first, not having someone angry at him. His inner thoughts had him second-guessing himself as though he had done something wrong, that she should be angry with him for something, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. "Though I suppose you can't really tell me if you need anything..." Scar went on, having no idea that the swan had attempted to ask him a question. "But we'll make do kid, and tomorrow... well we'll just see what tomorrow brings." He refrained from telling her anything about Maleficent's visit. For one, he wasn't quite sure what Odette's knowledge of the woman was, if any at all, and for another, he wasn't about to get her hopes up if the horned witch had anything up her sleeve that might end up screwing him over, and in turn, screwing Odette over. So for now, he remained silent on the matter. "Now go. Explore. Get comfortable. This is your room now, for as long as you are here." Waiting patiently she tilted her head listening to what he had to say before she took his words of encouragement her body quickly turning away from his as she ran back over to the railing that she had been looking through before her body lowered against the stone as she slipped herself under the bar her body falling forward and off the edge until she had disappeared from view altogether, pushing her wings back and against her body she let herself glide effortlessly through the water until she pulled herself up her eyes closing as she broke the surface her head shaking sending droplets flying from her feathers and back to the waters she now floated upon her feet pushing her slowly forward as she looked around happy that he had thought about her needs for while she was staying with him, /"It is so beautiful..! Oh thank you father, thank you so much..!"/ Turning herself around in the water she looked up at him pulling her front up as she spread her wings flapping them in his direction the tips of her feathers kicking up some of the water though if any of it hit him she hadn't of meant it as she tried to show him that she was happy with what he had offered her, lowering herself back down onto the water properly she pushed herself forward moving under the path and out of his sight before she eventually came out the other side coming across the grassy bank that he had mentioned was available to her earlier on before she had run off. Slowly making her way onto the bank she slowed to a stop her eyes once more closing as she shook the water from her feathers letting it fly everywhere before she nestled down her head turning back at the mouth of the tunnel, wondering whether he was going to join her and stay or whether he was going to leave her be to allow him to go off and do what ever it was that Kings did. Watching the swan but for just a moment, realizing that she was going to go check out the small little alcove of the only thing green in the grotto where he could no longer keep an eye on her from here, Scar stripped himself from his sword, sheath, belts that went around his torso connecting at his hip and shoulder pads, sandals and finally the leather shoulder guards. Putting them all into a neat little pile against the wall to keep them from getting wet, Scar returned to the lip of the pathway and with one arm, braced himself down on the stone as he squatted back down and hopped into the pool. The water was cool, kept that way by the natural rock walls and by how deep down they were; a refreshing reprive from the stale air of The Pride Lands. Standing tall, feet on the sandy bottom, the water reached only to his naval but it was of little consequence. He headed in the direction of the small tunnel-like opening underneath the main portion of the path and hunching himself down so that only his head was showing above water, waded through until he reached the other side. He walked up the slight incline and out of the water, coming up to the small grassy area where Odette was and laid himself down on his side, keeping himself propped up with an elbow. Looking to the swan, he tilted his head to the side curiously, wondering a great many things about Odette and her presence here at The Pride Lands, but most importantly, "Need anything, kid? Maybe you could... spell it out in the sand with your beak, or... draw a picture..." He suggested, ignoring just how strange this was all sounding. Watching him as he moved closer to her she turned her body over the ground following him as he made his way up the slope before he laid his body down their eyes connecting as he once more began to talk her stomach churning nervously at his request when she realized that even something as simple as writing what she wanted was out of the question, lowering her head slightly she shook it letting him know that she didn't need anything before she closed the gep between them her body pressing up against his her feathers brushing lightly against his skin as she settled herself down trying not to think of how he would react if she found that she could not even preform such actions as reading and writing. Extending her neck out she lowered her head letting it rest over his forearm that was pressed into the ground keeping his upper body lifted her eyes closing as the days excitement finally began to weigh down upon her causing her to grow weary and her eyelids to grow heavy with sleep. Watching her coming into him, Scar waited for her to get situated before running his hand over her back in a few short, gentle strokes, feeling the softness of the white feathers under his calloused fingertips. "I'll take care of ya, Malaika. Let The Great Animal come, he won't get anywhere near you. So long as you are here, so long as you are with me, you are safe." He promised, keeping his voice at a low whisper as he looked down on her, watching her struggling to keep her beady little eyes open. "Get some sleep kid. I'm not goin anywhere." Unable to keep them open any longer the swan let her light blue orbs close her breathing gentle and steady as she listened to his voice his words assuring her that no matter what happened he would keep her safe from danger even if that meant facing the man who had ruined their lives in the first place, her head tilted to the side leaning up against his upper arm as she let the calming motion of his hand gently stroking over her feathers relax her his words getting drowned out as eventually the motions sent her driting off into a peaceful slumber in his arms.

Anyone good with song mashups?

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Anyone good with song mashups?

Name: Dr. Facilier Other Names: The Shadow Man, Witch Doctor, Voodoo Man Real Name: Armand Facilier Age: 32 Occupation: King of The Bayou - Voodoo Master Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age Ninteen): Appearance - Today (Age Thirty-Two): As The Shadow Man -Makeup- Personality Traits: Armand is a scheming bokor who has no friends but those on 'the other side." He oftentimes tricks his victims into making deals with him by reading their past, present and future with tarot cards. Oftentimes he over dramatizes the future reading and offers to help change their otherwise 'inescapable' future. He isn't exactly dishonest with his readings, he tends to embellish the bad and hide the good, but there is always a spark of truth in the cards he wields but has learned over the years that the human race is a greedy one and tends to overlook the good and strive only for what he can offer them. However the deals Armand makes usually backfire on the victim like telling someone that he sees 'green' in their future and though the victim automatically thinks 'money' is turned into a frog instead. Armand is also very intelligent and is able to come up with a rather complicated plan in a relatively short period of time. He can be very patient despite how angry he can oftentimes be. He is a suave, smooth-talking man and is oftentimes charming, but on the other side his true colors reveal him to be cruel, remorseless and sadistic. He is a very charismatic performer, a smooth-talker of drama and showmanship. He's also quite the glutton for power. He's controlling and vindictive, doing whatever he can to get what he wants even if that means double crossing those he knows to be more powerful than him, but does so with a cool and collected head to keep from being exposed and will work with anyone who can promise him more power. Armand does not underestimate the powers of nature either, and knows that animals can talk and have minds of their own just like humans do, and yet he has no problems squishing bugs or sacrificing baby animals for his own voodoo experiments. He has a complete lack of morals and has a treacherous nature, though his true intentions of what he is exactly about remain hidden to everyone but himself... and of course his friends on the other side. Skills: A true boker with the exceptional talent for left-handed (Petro) Voodoo, he taps into the darker side of magic so very few are able to do genuinely. Both a conjurer and a sorcerer of sorts, he possesses powerful dark voodoo magic capable of accomplishing nearly anything. He can see into the past of a person and see what people desire the most. He is proficient in sleight of hand, effortlessly shuffling, twisting and manipulating his deck of tarot cards given to him by the spirits of the other side personally. Being a skilled conjurer as well, he is able to pull his staff and tarot deck (among other small things) out of nothing at all (though could arguably be tracked back to his ability of sleight of hand). The tarot cards themselves possess strange properties: the images on their face seem to change depending on the person who he is reading, reflecting the desires of Armand's victim's for a more visual effect. The images usually show his victims their future in a positive light, however they are unable to corrupt the truth entirely and usually include a clue as to the victims real fate. Armand also has his use for a strange pink powder, the effects of this powder include (but are not limited to) reversing a curse he has cast upon a victim, making a man spontaneously grow a head of hair, producing puffs of smoke that display memories and desires. His Voodoo Emporium holds all sorts of strange objects, half of which he hasn't even tried, including (but not limited to) shrunken heads and voodoo dolls that can 'come to life, chant, and beat drums' to create a more unsettling mood for his 'clients.' The dolls also serve a practical application for the intended purpose of inflicting pain on the person the doll is modeled after. Armand's abilities are primarily derived from his 'friends' on the other side. These 'friends' of his are in fact a multitude of dark spirits (also known as Loa) which appear to 'give life' to the otherwise inanimatable objects in his Emporium like the voodoo dolls and shrunken heads. These shadow spirits come to his every call, forced to do his will as they are trapped between this world and the next, and through Armand, are able to come into our world by special means as more than just shadows. Vulnerable to light, these 'shadows' (and even his own shadow) they grow in power the darker the area is. Sometimes, in complete darkness, the shadows can pull themselves free of their confined walls or floors and become more 3-dimensional, whether it be an arm, a head, a leg, or their whole body for a short amount of time. These shadows are able to affect the real world in which we live, as they are in limbo in a place called 'The Shadow Land' where everything in our world is paralleled, but with shadows. If Armand commands one of his 'friends' to bring him back a physical stray dog, the shadows seek out the dog's shadow and bring it back to Armand, and the physical dog is affected accordingly. Strangely enough, despite having this great power that is unlike anyone ever known, Armand can't conjure anything for himself. Instead, he must rely on trickery and guile to manipulate other people into doing what he wants. The nature of his power seems to stem around making deals; he only gains full access to his voodoo when fulfilling someone else's wishes (although he most often twists them to suit his own ends) or by tempting them. Lucking for Armand, he is a master of lies, deceit and cunning with hypnotic charismatic and vocal persuasion being second nature to him. Biography (Before Earth): Born in the backwater region of a remote land known as The Bayou, Armand Facilier learned what poverty truly meant ever since his birth. The family of which he was born into was not 'well-off' by any means, and in fact had no sense of bringing in a child into the world as they were not able to even care for the two of them most of the time. Armand's father, a fiscally struggling laborer named Ambrose, did whatever he could to provide for his small family, but his efforts were almost in vain as he hardly made enough to put up a decent meal on the table a few days out of the week, let alone being able to afford a nice house, clean clothes and toys for young Armand and a few years later his sister, Magnolia. Things took a turn from bad to worse when Armand's father received a letter, drafting him into the army in a war that The Bayou had no purpose being in the first place, however as it was law, Ambrose had no choice but to leave his wife and two children. Armand's mother, pregnant with her third child, was forced to take up the mantle in getting a handful of different jobs to keep them from starving to death, though ultimately the small family ended up on the streets. It was at this point where the Facilier's couldn't have fallen lower, it seemed, and with Armand just old enough to know that things were bad... very bad in fact, life just wasn't quite finished with them yet. Nearly a year after Armand's father had left for the army, the family was delivered a letter from his station, alerting them that Ambrose had fallen in battle and would not be returning home. The pension for his services gave them very little, and was used up in the matter of a few short months putting them right back where they started, and father-less. Overcome with stress, grief and foul thoughts, Armand's mother finally went into labor, only to have a still birth, and Armand would never get to know what was to be his second little sister. Having reached her limit after this point, Armand's mother placed both him and Magnolia under the care of her husbands mother, Armand's grandmother they called Mamma Odie, a seemingly senile old priestess who thought she could talk to animals and had a knack for 'natural remedies' for almost everything; but never seemed to work. Still just a young boy, Armand was forced now to raise both his sister and grandmother (who Armand was even amazed to begin with that she was able to fend for herself and a home to begin with). He spent the next couple years of his life doing a variety of odd jobs where he could, oftentimes spending grueling hours on the streets of the Bayou, getting no real education and making very little in return, being forced to beg or steal just to keep himself and his even smaller family from starving. The Facilier family's problems weren't over just yet, however. Magnolia, at the very young age of eight, mysteriously came down with debilitating symptoms, later examined by a traveling physician and diagnosed as the fatal blood disease, Ebola. Without proper treatment, Armand's sister would surely die within a few weeks, but the Facilier's just couldn't afford the treatment and so Armand was forced to watch as his sister grew worse and worse until ultimately, he found himself digging her grave and placing her lifeless body inside. Now hardened and cynical, Armand became closed off to the world entirely, finding things like love, empathy and compassion to be a fool's waste; no longer worth his time or attention. Even for Mamma Odie, who desperately tried to reach out to him when he came back home at night was given the cold shoulder, as he wanted nothing to do with her or anyone else he had once cared for ever again and eventually left the safety of her little home to go out on his own. Still working hard each and every day, Armand, now nineteen years old, contracted a rare and life-threatening disease himself, later diagnosed as Babesiosis. Figuring that it was just his luck, as his entire family seemed to have some sort of 'bad blood' within them, Armand kept this revelation to himself entirely and waited for death's sweet kiss that would take him away from this horrid life and to reunite with his two sisters and father in a much, much happier place. Somehow, Armand managed to hold on for another five years during the time in which he had refined his skills of thievery, lying, deception and sleight of hand, eventually opening up his own shop of Voodoo to give him something to pass the time by in which most (if not all) of his acts were faked; but faked convincingly. It was also during this time that word had spread like wildfire of Maleficent and her band of villains had otherwise taken over their entire world, leading it into darkness but Armand couldn't find it in himself to care; he was a dead man anyway. The Bayou, small as it was, went without notice and his land was otherwise left to the (comparingly) peaceful villains that of crocodiles and large snakes. One fateful, stormy day as Armand was headed back to his Voodoo Emporium (which doubled as his home), he was finding each and every step to become more and more difficult. Finally, the moment in which he hadn't believed would ever come had arrived. He could feel his entire body shutting down, one organ after another, one limb at a time until he completely collapsed down in an alleyway of the small city. As he lay there, staring up at the rain coming down on his face, Armand could only smile weakly, for his time had finally come. Finally, finally he would be taken from his horrid life and placed into a much better place. Laying there, waiting, his vision was the last thing to go but before he managed to shut down completely, there was a hard pressure on his abdomen. Weakly looking down at his stomach, he watched as a large black mamba slithered across his stomach, it's head coming straight at him. It's fangs were bared as it hissed threateningly at Armand, copious amounts of venom dripping from it's open mouth. Sighing in relief, knowing that death would come one way or another, Armand closed his deep brown eyes and waited. The Black Mamba struck, clenching it's powerful jaws on the juncture of his hand between his thumb and forefinger and filled Armand's toxic blood with it's own venom. The poison, however, was something else entirely. Armand's eyes flew open, now a soft lavender color; a striking difference from his soft browns. That wasn't the only thing that changed, however. Life was being pumped back into him, his body becoming more and more capable until there wasn't any pain or suffering left. His mind was severely affected, however. It was as if another being had entered into his head, battling with Armand for control over his body until the demon won out in the end, thus creating the link between himself and The Shadow Realm and with the new and proficiently learned skills of real voodoo. Getting up from the rain gutter, Armand dusted himself off and took his first few steps, no longer himself, but the new and improved Shadow Man. Years later, after perfecting his craft and taking over the Bayou by his own means and even expanding the territory quite a considerable amount, Armand was found by no one other than Maleficent, who demanded his loyalty in exchange for her services; of which Armand took up almost too eagerly. Now working for Maleficent, there is very little that can get in the way of The Shadow Man, because no one, not even The Queen of the entire land could cross over to the other side like he could. Biography (Life On Earth): Armand never went to Earth, and has no idea the place even exists. Other: Armand is one of the few 'reigning Kings' who was not given power by Maleficent, however this did not stop him from pledging his loyalty to her after she managed to track him down a handful of years after her dominating reign. Theme Song: "Serenity" By Godsmack.

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Anyone good with song mashups?

@SilverWolfAngel Thanks for your response. Hey, being 'OK' is better than what I can do haha Is there any particular part of those songs you want to keep/get rid of? Okay so here's the thing. 'Serenity' would be the main sort of song that plays, with little bits and pieces of 'Voodoo' kind of like a hushed, whispered background. So like, in between phrases you can hear small key bits of 'Voodoo' playing in the back. From Voodoo, the small key parts I wanna keep would be 'I'm not the one who's so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins' and the repeating 'voodoo voodoo'. These are a definite, but I wouldn't mind at all if you put in other parts of the song either, so long as it sounds good :D You'll understand once you read over the CS for the character I have in mind. As far as a time to get it done by? I probably won't have to post it for another few weeks, so maybe by the end of the month? I'm going to make a few edits to the cs and get it submitted here in a new post for you to look over. Thanks again!

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

That works for me Teal. Just send me a PM and we'll figure some shiz out :)

Anyone good with song mashups?

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Anyone good with song mashups?

So I like to give my characters theme songs, however with one character I'm working on there are two songs that fit him perfectly and I can't decide on one, so I figured a mashup of the two. Thankfully both songs are by the same artist and have the same kind of 'sound' but I'm terrible with editing. Can anyone help me out? Song 1 Song 2

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Alan Woodard - Present Evening - Lake Tahoe Ski Lodge - Tahoe City

There was something about the ambiance of the middle of the night that always put Alan in considerably high spirits, though this particular night might have had something to do with his thought process taking him to the third exceptionally hot chick that he was going to get to bang that day if he played his cards right; and Alan always played his cards right. The area was dark, quiet save for an occasional squirrel chatter or gust of wind tossing around a plastic bag along the streets and causing the dead tree branches to rattle together. The air had that fresh smell to it as the snowfall had let up considerably and was dry once more save for the occasional snow dump from the grand Douglas fir branches that littered the area, simply holding too much weight on their feeble twigs. Though, the more Alan walked, the more the trees thinned out and the buildings took precedence, sheltering him somewhat from the bitter bite of cold making his middle-of-the-night stroll all the more pleasant. The city-scape was something he was familiar with. Trees and open terrain? Not so much. Rounding the corner of the ski lodge and heading towards the main road that would take him back to town, the street lamps illuminating the parking lot became significantly dimmer with each step he took away from the lodge, counting on the light of the moon and it's reflection off of the fresh layer of snow to keep him from running into things (like more snow or his own two feet). Hailing a cab to take him into the city wasn't exactly a practical option as of yet; the lodge was far enough 'out of the way' that cabs didn't frequent the area (especially during the middle of the night) and calling one to pick him up would no doubt take a couple of hours. More than once Alan had learned the cabbie ways from his life spent in Manhattan. He didn't mind the physical activity of walking long distances either. His current pair of shoes, bought new just a few weeks ago probably already had a hundred or so miles to them making them look in dire need of replacing, which he didn't have any problems with. He may have been a bit of a stickler when it came to spending his 'hard earned cash' when he could just lift whatever it was that he wanted, but a good pair of brand new shoes wasn't something he liked to mess around with, and would gladly spend his money on a couple times a month; he had quite the collection of semi-new shoes back at home filling up the majority of his closet. Alan always enjoyed his late night strolls. With his job practically forcing his personality into being a people-person, driven by large crowds at all hours of the day, that didn't go without saying that the playboy magician enjoyed a moment or two of peace and quiet to himself. More often than not, Alan could be seen walking the streets of Manhattan in the middle of the night, hands stuffed into his worn jean pockets and whistling to himself a merry tune that often-times put off those very few he did pass along on the streets. Occasionally, his good mood didn't set well with those that came out in the night and on more than one occasion Alan found himself waking up with a busted lip in a trashcan miles away from where he had remembered being last, but nothing too serious. He was smart, resourceful, charismatic... he didn't have too many problems with others... A distinctive clicking sound cut through the air like a hot knife and Alan froze mid-step as he felt the cold steel of a .45 Long Cult being pressed into the back of his neck. "The boss don't like it when you don't pay on time." A cold voice sounded behind Alan. Without even a chance to swallow the breath that had got caught in his throat, Alan's small frame was thrown a good five feet to the right until his chest was pressed up flat against a cold, brick wall. The sudden impact had Alan seeing little spots of white, but as he was trying to blink them away, the barrel of the gun was pressed back into him, this time between his shoulder blades as a second pair of hands wrenched his arms out from in front of him and pulled them with unnecessary force back behind his back just below the gun. "Two days now, the boss has been waitin for payment but you know what? I don't see none..." A second voice said, sounding a lot deeper in pitch than the first. A waft of cigar smoke was blown into the side of Alan's face, causing him to cough and sputter a bit when he wasn't too busy grimacing in pain from getting his shoulders twisted back into an uncomfortable angle. "So, which pretty lady are we gonna have to take for collateral? You've had quite the day today, Alan, quite the pick of women." Alan closed his eyes, feeling another hand (what he assumed was the free hand of the man with the gun) hold onto the back of his head tightly and pressed his cheek even more flat against the brick wall. His teeth grit, a quiet exhale of pain coming through his lips, but he was more worried about the gun pressed into his back than a few scrapes on his cheek... though the latter would tarnish his otherwise flawless complexion considerably... "Noneofem. Look. I got your money. My pockets are full of crap I can pawn off. That's where I was headed, actually. Right now. To get you guys your money. There's no need to bring anyone else into this-" Alan tried. The pistol was pressed into his back even more, so hard, in fact, Alan was sure he would get quite the bruise there when all was said and done. "The boss don't like gettin jerked around, kid. Get your shit together, or we'll be back on less hospitable terms..." There was a slight push and Alan's body was finally released, the gun barrel withdrawn and his arms and head his own again. Turning to look the two mobsters in the eye, Alan was immediately greeted with a fist of bronze knuckles to the face, splitting open the skin underneath his cheek wide open and forcing his eye shut as the swelling had already set in. The impact had Alan thrown back into the wall again, but the structure of the brick had him from falling over completely. His hand shot to the side of his face, hissing out in pain as his legs slumped down until his rear met with the asphalt. By the time he had gathered his wits again, the two men were gone with nothing but the stench of their cigar smoke and the nice shiner on his face to remember them by. "Fuckin' pricks..." Alan grimaced as he forced himself back up to his feet. He wiped the cut on his cheek with the back of his sleeve, now only having one eye to his use he wasn't sure by the amount of blood on his sweater if the cut had gone very deep, but there was no way he was getting laid looking like this. Okay, so maybe getting involved with a loan shark when he first arrived to Tahoe City was a bit of a bad idea; but the two hookers and amount of blow he had managed to buy with it was certainly worth it at the time. Feeling his pockets suddenly growing very heavy with the weight of random trinkets he had nicked throughout the day, Alan altered his course and began to seek out the closest pawnshop he could find. The alcohol and food could wait for later. After about an hour, his search came up fruitful in finding a pawnshop hidden in the deep recesses of the downtown area. Upon entering the convenient twenty-four-hour shop, his senses were immediately infiltrated by the smell of stale vomit and something sickeningly sweet, making his stomach lurch with some sort of familiarity. He had been in a drug home long enough to know exactly what that smell was. Despite being with his foster family for less than a year, the smell of heroin wasn't one he could easily forget. Truly Alan would have left the entire drug world behind in that shithole of a place when he ran away from them, but it had been a literal 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' once he took on the life of a street magician. It seemed that coke, heroin, meth... all that sort of stuff just came with the trade, and to save himself from being yet another disappointment to someone he looked up to, he followed in his mentor's footsteps and got involved. So stepping into that shop had Alan immediately thinking that he just might leave the shop with just a bit more than a thick wad of cash tonight. Approaching the bald man at the counter with a cheery smile despite the stinging pain of his face, Alan began to fork over the various little trinkets of his days work at the lodge. Since each and every item seemed to be of a 'unique' style, the shop owner had to look up the items and ring them up individually, giving Alan plenty of time to look around and what it was the man had to sell. There wasn't anything awe-inspiring or any 'secret treasures' that immediately caught his eye; though in Alan's experience that was the case ninety percent of the time with any pawnshop. He looked over the items with lack of interest, only giving him something to do while he waited and eventually came to the glass casings which more often than not held the more valuable items. His gaze lingered on a particular necklace that caught his attention, though he wasn't sure why. Squatting down on his haunches to get a better look at it, he realized that the small, wooden, dark shape inside of the expertly crafted lighter wooden cirle was a snowflake. His mind immediately brought him back to the pool when he had been checking out Eliza's ass on more than one occasion, and the tiny little birthmark on the back of her right thigh that looked... nearly identical to the shape he was now looking at. The thought alone had something stirring in his pants, but he ignored it as the gruff voice of the pawnbroker caught his attention, alerting him that he had finished and had come up with a price. Alan stood and walked back to the main counter, spending a good five minutes bartering prices. He had been in the business long enough to know when he was being cheated, and this guy no doubt thought that Alan would be an easy one to rip off, but much to the older man's surprise, Alan had quite the vocabulary and know-how to finally agree on something appeasable after Alan had dropped a subtle hint for exchanging a bit of the money owed to him for some heroin. Agreeing, the man ventured into the back room, giving Alan the perfect opportunity to return back to the necklace. This was just something he couldn't pass up. Hopping over the counter like he owned the place but with the silence and dexterity of a pronounced thief, Alan pulled out a bobby pin from one of his pockets and popped open the lock of the glass casing at the back. Reaching his hand inside, he took the necklace by the gold chain and locked the glass cabinet back up tight, stuffing the new item into his pants pocket as he hopped back over the counter. He rested his elbow on the counter and rested his chin on his hand, looking just as bored as ever for when the pawnbroker returned with his prize. When the pawnbroker came back with a small box about the size of a glasses case, Alan took that and the remaining money owed to him and hurried back outside. Not that he was worried about being caught with stealing the necklace, he just had a hankering for some hard alcohol that he knew would help ease the tight knot now forming in the pit of his stomach with the knowledge that he had to figure out something for the loan shark and his band of 'merry men'. Now back on the streets where the street lamps kept the sidewalk fairly lit, Alan eased up a bit, enough to wrap his mind around the next task at hand. Alcohol. He found an open liquor store not too soon after, and five minutes later Alan was walking back outside with a cheap bottle of straight up Vodka, no longer giving two shits if it was what Eliza would want or not. Daria seemed to like her drinks strong, why would her friend be any different? He was lost in his thoughts again. The weight of the case of heroin in his back pocket coming down harder on him than the stolen trinkets had, but not for the reason he would have initially thought. The drug world reminded him back to when he was exceptionally hesitant about the whole thing but his hesitation got that look in his mentor's eye that he wasn't at all unfamiliar with; the look of disappointment; the look his own father had for him when he was still made out of wood. Stopping to rest on a park bench, Alan tore into the brown paper bag and popped open the lid to the vodka bottle and took a long, hard drink. It had been quite some time since he had thought about his father last, but each time reminded him as to why. He could hardly stand it. "If only you could see me now Papa..." Alan said out loud to himself, holding the bottle between his legs on the bench as he stared down the winding path of the central park area until it got swallowed up in the darkness. "Betcha you'd be right proud of me, wouldn't ya, Old Timer?" Shaking his head, feeling the sting of hot tears coming to the corners of his eyes, Alan remedied himself by taking another good, long drink. Alan wasn't stupid. He knew for a fact that he had fucked up his life considerably. His path had been corrupted so much, twisted into something unsalvageable that there was no way he could return home now, never to be able to look upon his father's face and get to hear the words he had longed to hear from him ever since he had been created with the magic of The Blue Fairy. 'I'm so proud of you son.' No. Even if Alan suddenly had a change of heart and started to follow the rules of being 'selfless, brave and true' The Blue Fairy had given him before he had been sent to this world, nothing he could ever do now could amend what he had done in the past, nothing could ever make his father proud of him. Pressing his lips back to the bottle, he took a third, exceptionally long drink, chugging the contents until the bottle was nearly empty and into his stomach as though it were water. "I aint goin home." Alan then said out loud to himself after parting with the bottle for need of air, gasping for breath as his good eye closed down tightly with a tear squeezing out of the corner. His eyes shot open, his legs pushing him back up to standing as his head dropped back and he was looking up at the starry-night sky, finding the North Star he oftentimes associated with The Blue Fairy. "YOU HEAR THAT? I AIN'T EVER GOING BACK!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Anger fueled his blood as Alan threw the near-empty Vodka bottle across the park until it collided with a tree, the force shaking it's branches and dumping a fair amount of snow down by it's trunk. His legs gave out and Alan sunk back down onto the bench, holding his head in both of his hands and looking down at his feet, though his eyes were closed, and let the silent tears fall.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Alan's reaction upon hearing the name Monstro:

But yeah, map looks good baby :) Though, you forgot Pleasure Island. Alan: Don't tell me Pleasure Island isn't real!

*Also I might have a slight idea for a villain based there for further down the road