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 Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 9:25 pm
.::The Snow Queen::.  b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is
I Have Been on this Earth for About
I am of the
I'm staying in dorm number
I'm currently enrolled in grade number
c o l o r m e p r e t t y
How I Normally Look
Zoe is tall for her age, towering over most girls at 5'8. Her built is one that's hard earned from practicing as a
gymnast, and eventually when that became impossible, from training at tae kwon doe. She has to work hard at staying
thin, because her body is the type the fluctuates between weight, which has left marks on her skin from dramatic weight
gain and weight loss. Most of these marks she has covered up with tattoos. She has tattoos on her sides, one made in
silver ink saying solitude in icy letters, and the other in black ink that says strength. On both her upper arms are tattoos of
chain links.
She has an ample bosom, but surprisingly not much in the hip department which she isn't sure whether is a blessing or a
curse, since she thinks hips on a girl make her look sexy. To make up for this she likes to wear shirt that show off her
hard earned flat belly, so she is usually seen wearing half tops or shirts that easily rise up. She likes contrasting her clothes
with dark and colored, so her outfits usually have one thing dark and one thing bright in them. She loves wearing jewelry,
bands, bracelets and watches, several necklaces and earrings, but only clip-ons. Despite having numerous tattoos she
doesn't like piercings. She can deal with ink, but something about having a piece of metal intruding through her flesh
creeps her out.
She has long silvery blond hair that is her pride and glory. Despite her love for it she constantly pulls it into a bun and
tucks it under a hat from her hat collection. Though her hair is a force of its own and constantly strands of it spill from her
cap, over her big blues. Her eyes are round and slightly slanted at the points. Her face is heart shaped and her lips are full
and pouty. She has large feet and often believes in walking comfortably so she often wears tennis shoes or big black
combat boots, and when she can, goes shoeless.
Fairytale Appearance
As the Snow Queen that kidnapped the childhood friend, Zoe goes for a sense of a beautiful icicle. In order
to do this one of her first tasks is changing the hue of her skin to give it more of a bluish tint, this is usually done by using
costume make-up and a pale blue powder that she puts liberally all over any part of her body that might show. After her
skin has a nice blue hue to it, she covers it in silver glitter to hint at unmelting snowflakes and ice all over her body. She
finished it off with a touch of blue lipstick.
Next would be the dress, a gown that whenever Zoe wears it, she can't help straightening her back. It's made of three
layers of sheer white gauze that once all three layers are put on make it a more solid image, but gives the dress and its wearer a mystical and airy feel. Sewn into the middle layer are tiny crystal droplets, like tiny bits of ice, that catch and reflect light, to tone down their effect they are only in the middle layer, but still shine beautifully. When she moves, the dress swooshes over her ankles, each part going in its own direction like wings. Her sleeves are long and flare out at the ends, whispering over her skin. As for shoes she wears white ankle boots with a sharp 3 inch heel and silk lacing that slides up and crisscrosses to mid-calf.
The last tidbit is her hair. The silvery blond hair is let down, to hang loose down, falling to mid-back with crystals tied into her
hair on a thin string. Placed strategically around her hair to look like tiny icicles. A touch of blush to give her cheeks a
more stony look, a crown made to look like snow flakes tied together and another crystal right under her eye as a symbol
of the snow queen's frozen heart complete the costume.
y o u o u g h t t o k n o w
How I am
Zoe is all about attitude. She does what she wants when she wants to. She has no problem walking away in
the middle of a conversation if someone bores her. In every stance of her to the sharp glares and impudent behavior she
acts like she carries a grudge for every person who might have existed. No matter if you're her friend or her enemy she
treats both alike. She has no desire to make anyone seem more special than the other and who she might like today she
might hate tomorrow. She's fickle and knows it.
Despite this attitude of hers she can be very protective of people, standing up for people that are being bullied or saying
what no one else is willing to point out. It's not that she might feel anything for the person she's protecting or standing up
for, it's more that she hates how unfair life can be and has made it her personal duty to fix it. It frustrates her when people
are unfair. It is this reason that she refuses to have anyone special to her, not even a best friend.
She can be quiet and standoffish at times, though when she talks shes blunt and has no qualms about holding back. She
likes her solitude, but when she gets lonely she knows it and picks someone out of the crowd to hang out with for a few
days until the loneliness goes away and then drops them. If she finds someone getting too close to her then she'll purposely
become cruel to them to make them turn away from her.
She can be nice when she wants to, though she keeps an air of untouchable about her, like she lets everything that might
happen to her just slide off, but underneath there is a lot of anger and fear. Despite this she strives to be independent in every way.
How I came to be
Like it takes time for water to become ice, it took a while for Zoe to learn that life wasn't fair and people will always hurt you. Born to a father who loved her and a mother who could care less for her, she was filled with moments of joy and sadness. It wasn't that her mother hated her, but she felt having a daughter slowed her down. She was a socialite, always into the latest trend and at the time having kids were trendy,-you dressed them up in panda bear ones and showed them to your friends. Then the trend faded and her mother went back to the fashions, the next hottest show and the restaurant to be seen at.
She knew her mother didn't love her, not like the ones you saw on tv, but that was ok, because her dad did. He was gone a lot, busy making money to help his wife stay in social standing, but when he came home her tiny world opened up. As much time as he could spare he provided for his little girl, and though she got lonely she was thrilled to have even this tiny bit. The joy was made more so when her father gave her a beagle for Christmas to help her counter some of the loneliness she felt.
More years pass and suddenly items in the house started to get sold, though her mother's spending never stopped. Her parents got into more arguments, usually with her father buckling under her mother's whim. Eventually what was happening became clear; her father means were not living up to her mother's lifestyle. They had fallen into debt and many people called in to collect. Eventually her father had to file for bankruptcy. After the case was settled her mother shortly informed him she was divorcing him and had found someone else who could better support her. Later that night, on his way back from work, her father's car went off the edge of a bridge. It was labeled as an accident, but whispers constantly surrounded Zoe that it was suicide.
Her father had left her and the one piece of salvation in her world disappeared. She had to grow strong and learned to live without love. She spent time as a gymnast, getting stronger, but when she discovered she wasn't physically built for it she switched to tae kwon doe.
She didn't want to turn up like her father, so she worked on learning to let go of everything. The final test was when she took her puppy on a walk and undid the leash, telling it to go. The puppy continued to follow here anyway. Finally she crossed the street to get away from it, hoping that with her disappearance behind the cars it would finally leave and she could sneak back home. She hadn't thought it through and the dog blindly rushed into oncoming traffic. Crushed, the last bit of the love her father had given her was taken from this world. Her heart broke and before it could hit the ground it froze, so that no one could ever mend the pieces.
Two days later she got the letter from the academy. She told her mom she was going. Her mother didn't put up much of a fuss, too into her own concerns for her new beau. Life wasn't fair, but that didn't mean she would accept that. She would try to change it, but while she was changing it she would close off everything else inside, because it only made sense to.
s o m e o t h e r i n f o r m a t i o n
There's something else you ought to know
Loves animals but refuses to ever have a pet. Has a weak spot for those she protects so always tries to stay away from them afterwards. .::Vy::.I have brown shoulder length hair.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 9:39 pm
ANOTHER GIRL! Break out the party sticks, we are quite possibly getting started! *Starts doing his happy dance*
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 1:36 pm
Oh, I have a Safety Quiz for science too.
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Well. I haven't finished the profile, maybe I should play a guy? Ugh, this is driving me crazy. Anyway, if you all get enough people before I even finish my profile, I think I might just let you guys make the roleplay instead of waiting for me to finish up the profile. Not saying I am trying to give in.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 4:16 pm
Bap Hopefully, while reviewing your profile, I don't get stuck in the rabbit hole.
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All right! I'm finally getting to this, sorry for taking so long to actually review your profile. I've been meaning to review it for awhile, but I mean egh, school and life and lack of sleep has prevented me from doing so. Remember that one day... anyways, I'm prolonging this, I'll get straight to reviewing the profile.
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Starting with Windsor's name, I've got to say, his name is pretty damn cool. I've never met a person named Windsor, but I've always found it to be the coolest damn name ever. Seriously. Okay, I'm a loser like that, but I'm dead serious when I say I've always wanted to meet a guy named Windsor. The only thing (I won't bare a bias against you from doing this) is that I'm getting tired of these eleventh and twelfth graders entering the school. To be honest, there have got to be some freshman and sophomores that attend this school. In any case, all in all the basic upper information are pretty good. I like the use of the picture, it gives the basic features and it's not so flashy, fun stuff. Onto the typed out appearance itself.
Well Windsor's appearance is really rather good. I mean considering that his build is average and he isn't some tall a** guy that can probably be like a human giant or something. I like it. His height is pleasing and his body-build makes sense with the way that he lives his life. I like that he isn't a tan mother who has the need to look like a sexy bishie and stuff. His sense of clothing makes sense as well seeing as he isn't the kind of guy to dress up (no offense to the ones that do) and he sounds like a regular and average teenager. I like his regular appearance thus far and I'm very pleased with it. The way it's written with the "...", I forgot the actual term for that, but yeah. That's just the only grammatical thing that I've found wrong in the way you had written the profile. So, so far, so good. Congratulations.
The fairytale appearance makes sense with trying to make it modern, but there are some things about it that bug me. I mean, the button up shirt and vest make complete and total sense to me, but what about a tail? I may have missed it, but white shoes, how about those? I'm just saying that it would be nice to see in the way that you had typed it.
Erk. I've got to head out, so the rest of the review will be edited into this post.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 4:18 pm
Vy I'll read up and analyze your profile after I finish up Bap's review.
I'll edit it into this post. :]
D: Sorry for the inconvenience.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 5:29 pm
I think the term you are looking for is ellipsis [ellipses for plural]
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 6:44 pm
I don't mind waiting. Also, after reading your comments concerning Bap, if you like I can change Zoe's age and grade if you need me to. I'm not stuck on grade 12.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 7:08 pm
I merely chose grade 12 cause I am in it in real life... stare But it's not changing here... and bye for a bit I gotta go walk the dog stare
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:28 am
Morael S.O.L. xD I thought Jay/Phall was dead, but then he pops up in here. Score, I won't have to go out and get an entirely new group of regulars!
I decided that I need to brush up on my writing skills if I ever want to have hope of writing a novel, so I came back. Good to see you again bud.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 4:04 pm
.::Haigha, the March Hare::.  b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is
I Have Been on this Earth for About
I am of the
I'm staying in dorm number
I'm currently enrolled in grade number
c o l o r m e p r e t t y
How I Normally Look
Weighing in at a scant 114 pounds, Iris’ weight is balanced by her four foot, nine inch frame. She doesn’t seem to gain weight, no matter how much she eats, and she is often mistaken as a bulimic because of it. The fact is, she doesn't eat much, and only irregularily. She never bothers to put on more weight. She is fairly thin, with milky pale skin and a neat figure that catches the eye of most passing males. Her legs have a slight curve in the calves, coming up into well-rounded hips and a thin waist. She has a very small bust, which she tends to tie down, and broad shoulders.
Iris has long pink hair coming down to the small of her back, and frames her face gently. Her eyes are a shade of pink not unlike her hair, and she often wears rose-tinted glasses to accentuate the fact. Underneath her glasses, she wears a vacant, bored expression, showing the world she'd rather be somewhere else. She has nicely proportioned almond shaped eyes that hint at her mixed-Asian decent, as well as a long thin nose, full, pouty lips and a small, soft, chin.
Iris seems to have an obsession with cross-dressing. She likes to wear a mixture of boys’ clothing, punk rock miniskirts, and gothic lolitan apparel, not to mention her favorite pair of silver rimmed rose-colored glasses. She is farsighted without them, and blind as a sound-deafened bat. As of yet, she has taken to wearing a gold pocket watch, complete with a belt chain- similar to that of the last March Hare’s. Her favorite pair of shoes is a comfortable pair of black skater-style sneakers with white laces and white detailing that has been high lighter-ed a fluorescent pink. On the outside of each ankle sticks out a wing-shaped cluster of bubble-gum colored feathers.
Usually, Iris chews on a wad of bright pink bubblegum, and wears skull-and-crossbones pins in her hair. If bothered to make her hair decent, she puts it up into a ponytail with her favorite black ribbon, and pins her layers down with a few black sequin-covered pins.
Fairytale Appearance
Iris’ pale skin, pink eyes, meager curves and tall frame make her an ideal candidate for the part. She is reluctant to bleach her hair white, so, despite the coloration, she looks pretty much like the March Hare. Occasionally, she may darken her hair at the ends, coming from a light pink to a smoky, blackish violet. She rarely pulls her hair back, instead choosing to let it hang loosely down her back.
Being a girl in a position previously occupied by a male, Iris binds down her chest and wears a red suit with black and gold detailing. She wears a black tie over the jacket, and uses a slim black belt with a gold buckle to support her gold pocket watch. Abandoning her pink-winged sneakers, she chooses a pair of thigh-high leather boots that fold down. It doesn’t really matter, because unless she goes for the miniskirt, which she rarely does, she covers them up with blood colored pants. She perches her second pair of glasses, gold rimmed with red lenses, high on her nose, and paints her lips a deep crimson. She puts a ‘bunny ears’ headband on, and, in the case of the more female outfit, a fluffy white tail.
As the March Hare, Iris is learning to time-phase; slowing or even stopping time for short periods, usually no more than a minute. She uses this to be able to ‘teleport’, as she can’t stand using tunnels underground.
y o u o u g h t t o k n o w
How I am
Iris is the kind of girl that everyone notices. Fierce, independent, intelligent, and obstinate, she gives off an antisocialist air. She is quiet and does well when left alone, preferring that to being surrounded by a crowd of people. She suffers from claustrophobia around people, so even a full classroom taxes her to her limits. She is sensitive to human emotions, knowing whether someone is sad or angry with little more than a glance. She isn’t scared of making herself heard, though, when someone is hurting someone else. Iris tends to ignore it when people talk to her, being more interested in the book she is currently reading. When she meets someone who she deems worthy of attention, and that person is worthy of being part of her very limited inner circle, she is undyingly loyal to them.
Iris is always found carrying a book of some kind. Sometimes it’s a manga comic, sometimes a literary novel, but the one type of book she would never be caught dead carrying is a textbook. She never studies, not even bothering to write down notes in class. Usually, in place of listening or participating in her classes, she can be found in a corner or next to a window, reading her book and ignoring most everyone else. But despite this obvious lack of work in class, every quiz, test, exam or final, she always manages a mark of at least ninety two percent.
At times, Iris can be quite cruel. She has been known to 'borrow' something from someone whe pisses her off, and to keep it for a long time. She will constantly give the item back, only to take it again, and ignore them when they try to ask for it nicely. She can be rude and condescending, and if she wants, she can do an 'innocent girl' act that sides all of the bystander parties with her. She uses her body to an advantage, almost unconciously manipulating men so that they do what she want them to do, which usually includes leaving her alone.
If ever there was someone brave enough to ask Iris out, he would find himself hitting rejection hard in the face. She isn’t a compassionate person, not caring who she hurts as long as she is the only one to do so. She is a bit of a hypocrite, and acknowledges that, in the fact of her belief that no one should hurt anyone else. She hurts more people with her sharp tongue and uncaring attitude than almost anyone else with their fists.
How I came to be
Iris was born the youngest child in a middle class family in the small town of Hope, British Columbia. Being an albino in a town with no more than six thousand people, she had always stuck out from the crowd. One of the few people in Hope who couldn’t stand the sun, she tended to stay inside, furthering her ostracisation from the rest of the world. Aside from a loving family consisting of two perfectly normal sisters, a normal brother and her normal parents, she never really got to know anyone in her hometown. She was a fluent in three languages; those being English, Spanish, and French; at the age of three. At five, she learned reading. Being a girl who couldn’t play outside due to her light sensitivity, she learned many things a child three years older would have learned. When she started school, everyone ignored her. She was never called on, she never went outside, and she didn’t do well in gym. She was different, no doubt about it. Then, at the age of eight, she studied and wrote a scientific paper on the inverse relationship between sociality and photophobia, and the effects on the people suffering from it. She was offered to be elevated four grades for it, but her parents declined the offer. She sulked for a year about not being able to be elevated, her grades slipping and her attendance at school becoming inconstant, but eventually got used to it and finished her third grade with an amazing ninety-seven percent average.
The next five years of her life were increasingly boring and isolated, getting to a point where she only attended school on quiz and test dates. She never went on any field trips, only grudgingly accepting the compulsory trip to Banfield in the ninth grade. She started to slip in her grades. That was when her parents, older siblings, and the school councilor intervened. Half way through her ninth grade, her marks improved dramatically, and she decided to go on the biennial school trip to Ontario. That was when they spotted her, with her wolf-white hair, pale skin and pink eyes. She was offered a place at the Ever After Academy, and despite the protests by her parents, she jumped on the opportunity.
Now, away from her parents and the small-town city that condemned her for being different, she comes eagerly to this school, unaware about how strange it really will be.
s o m e o t h e r i n f o r m a t i o n
There's something else you ought to know
Because she’s sick of it, Iris dyes her white hair pink. She’s an albino, with pink eyes (no contacts required) and naturally wolf-white hair. She has often considered dying it black, but never went through, deciding instead for the bubblegum pink. .::Shady Mane::.I have very short copper colored hair. Naturally, it's a light, chocolate brown with lighter streaks.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 6:06 pm
Mary Sue Test: Take a peek, Shady Mane. Okay, so I think I know whom I wanna play. Can I be Baba Yaga?
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:24 pm
.::Baba Yaga::. b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is
I Have Been on this Earth for About
I am of the
I'm staying in dorm number
I'm currently enrolled in grade number
c o l o r m e p r e t t y
How I Normally Look
Krest has a fairly swarthy complexion, with dark, bushy eyebrows and black hair that he keeps styled and gelled on a regular basis. He also has an extremely scarce, horrible teenage moustache. His eyes are also of a deep, dark color, giving him a somewhat brooding appearance naturally, which is offset by his generally lighthearted expression. He is a bit on the scrawny side, and compared to a lot of upperclassmen he is a tad bit short, too. His hands are stained a faint red from his time spent as Baba Yaga.
As far as clothing goes, he tries to dress as stylish as he can, thinking it a normal thing for the region. He is often confused by those who neglect their appearance, wondering if they are social anomalies; regardless he is confident in knowing that he has good fashion sense. He usually wears black jeans (ones that were obviously expensive and well tailored), some snappy black dress shoes, leather belt, and a darkly colored button up shirt, accented by a white under shirt. He often wears silver jewelry, consisting of bracelets, rings, and necklaces. The specific pieces change on a regular basis, and everything about his clothing suggests that he comes from a pretty well off family.
Fairytale Appearance
When he has to appear as Baba Yaga, he throws on a lumpy, thick brown robe. Under the robe he places a pillow about his shoulders to give him a hunched appearance (though he isn’t tall enough to actually need to hunch very much to pull of the illusion). He also puts on black and red stockings in case anyone gets a peek under the robe, as well as black boots. While he keeps the hood of the robe up, he wears a wig of long, dirty silver hair that spills out around his face.
The most shocking change he undergoes is caused by make-up. A large, fake prosthetic nose with lumps is added to his face, a little bit of white paint goes into his eyebrows (which remain quite bushy) some extra bags of flesh are added with cosmetic magic, and a healthy sheen of green is added. He crushes berries and smears the juice over his hands to give them a sticky, blood stained feel. He also doesn’t bother removing his bad moustache; he feels it adds to the character.
y o u o u g h t t o k n o w
How I am
Krest has lived in a bubble for most of his life and it shows. He’s pretty naïve about the outside world. However, because of this, he has become, for the most part, a morally upright person, and is compassionate and empathetic, even while being innocent. In sharp contrast, this also makes him judgmental; he finds it appalling when others are morally reprehensible, and has recently begun feeling some very odd things in regards to it, which makes him wonder just how good he truly is at heart. One shouldn’t feel so eager to punish another for existing, and yet he can’t help it, and such typical teenage angst and finding of one’s self scares him.
When he isn’t busy being uncertain about who he really is at heart and unraveling life’s little mysteries that all pubescent teenagers go through in some form or another, he tends to be pretty cheerful. He always has a smile for friends and strangers, loving to meet new people and spread happiness. He sometimes feels a little bit awkward when he doesn’t get what’s going on around him, especially since English isn’t his native tongue, but he tries to make the best of it, being a bit of a trooper.
How I came to be
Krest’ianin (he prefers to be called Krest for short, as his full name is simply too long, and most of the English kids he’s around can’t pronounce it right, anyway) was born to two very seemingly normal Russian parents. As fortune would have it, they had, well, a fortune. This was in large part due to the fact that his father was a Deputy of the State Duma in Russia (the equivalent of British Parliament member in the Common House for those not in the know).
As a result of the rich upbringing, Krest is a lot sheltered. He isn’t exactly spoiled (even though he is used to getting what he wants), and maintains a certain air of naivety about the world, shielded from the bad in life. His parents certainly meant well, and they managed to create an upstanding young man who will help old women cross the street, but if he ever accidentally wandered into a ghetto it’s quite likely that he’d be shot within minutes and robbed, as his mere existence screams ‘target’. As he went to a higher class school before Ever After, he was never a victim of bullying, his social status protecting him from such things.
Perhaps luckily enough, there have never been any major events in his life. The most exciting things that have ever happened to him were winning a few spelling bees, and managing to get himself roaring drunk when he was thirteen (the resulting hangover and grounding were hardly worth it, though).
This all changed when he was accepted into Ever After. He had never imagined himself as a Baba Yaga type character before, but someone else obviously disagreed. As luck would have it, he picked up English as a second language in Junior High, and while he isn’t exactly great at it, he is fluent enough to manage. This made his transfer feasible. He has yet to realize the whole ramifications of being a student there, since he is still a freshman, and there are likely to be some tribulations in the future that will rock him to the very core of his being; he is, after all, a bit of a momma’s boy.
s o m e o t h e r i n f o r m a t i o n
There's something else you ought to know
This poor, unfortunate young man has been chosen to represent a creature of massive proportions, psychologically. A mixture of good and evil, and purely judgmental with violent tendencies, the ego of this character crushes his. Coupled with his current pubescent confusion brought on by growing and other physiological coincidences, life has gotten very confusing for him internally. Not only that, but Baba Yaga is also an extremely gender-oriented character; her entire existence is a metaphor for the female aging process, a fact which he is beginning to see, and he isn’t comfortable with it. It gives him way too much insight into girls a lot older than him, and he finds himself sympathizing with teachers without their ever realizing it, while simultaneously feeling like the girls of his age are causing evil just by existing; their own judgments about their older selves cause so much pain that it’s ridiculous, and they have no clue they are doing it. None of this is apparent on the surface, of course, and most of it is really subconsciously realized; it merely colors all of his actions. And did I mention he’s a young boy playing an old woman? .::Fenrir SongMoon::.My hair is long to the middle of my back, and brown.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:13 pm
Fenrir SongMoon Mary Sue Test: Take a peek, Shady Mane. Okay, so I think I know whom I wanna play. Can I be Baba Yaga? 14 points. I'm safe. BTW, You're in dorm three... of what color? And who is Baba Yaga?
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 11:29 pm
Baba Yaga's a Slavic witch who's alternately a dispenser of wisdom and and a cruel, murderous hag; the difference apparently depends on how polite and pure her seeker/victim is.
xD And I think the roleplay's full title should be "Ever After Academy: Power of the Trannies."
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