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 Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:17 pm
Yeah, and I feel guilty, I've kinda stopped checking for awhile, but it doesn't help that , Yay!, I got a job, but also that my room has been commandeered, and for all intents and purposes, my computer is a desktop. Things could be worse, but these past few months have been way busier. A good thing, I guess, but I will always be up for this rp. I'm hoping we can all post on occasion. Just enough to keep this thread from being moved to the deadzone would be fine with me...which would basically mean one post from one of us every couple months...
if possible.
I love all you guys though!
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 1:47 pm
Is this still going on? XD
Sorry if I am reviving a
dead thread, but I wanted
to know before I entice on
a character idea or two.
I was hoping to take on
two characters one male
and one female.
So information would be
astounding. =D
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:23 pm
wow hello!
we're not dead, but a good majority of the people who have been roleplaying for it are either busy or have gone awol
i however
am always lurking
but gosh please feel free to start on your characters! i think some fresh blood is just what we need. :3
and if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask!
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:15 pm
Are y'all interested in advertising this RP to draw in more players? The SDRP will be starting an advertising push soon and we're looking for RPs to include with that. Ads will be put in Barton and around the guild, possibly included in a Guild Announcement to try and stir up players. If you're interested in advertising PM me with the following: - RP's Genre (See Academy lesson on Genres for help) - Summary of the RP (basically what it's about) - List of some things players can do in the RP (doesn't need to be everything, just kind of what you're expecting them to get into).
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 7:24 pm
God. Choosing a fairy tale
has been the hardest thing.
I am either going with the snake
princess or the princess who
never smiles for my female.
And as for the male. OMFG.
What the hell stupid fairytales.
I might do the seven ravens.
Who knows.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:32 am
.::The Princess Who Never Smiled::.  b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is
Clodagh (Clo-dah) O'Poole
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
When Clodagh was born, they said she had her mother's eyes and her father's beautiful smile. As the years progressed, she seemed to blossom into her own creation, rather than the mixed genetics of two seemingly random strangers. It would seem Darwin's theory of genetics proved wrong as her cheek bones seemed to shift, giving her face a round shape, where as her parents had both been pronounced. For an Irish female, she had peach colored skin and nary a single freckle, a few moles here and there but nothing like her father and mother.
By the time she was seven, her hair curled. And I mean curled! It took weekly visits to the hair salon to tame that beast sitting atop her head. How many brushes had to lose their lives trying to straighten her hair? Fifty? Maybe even a hundred. Weren't many on the family tree that had this kind of hair, and when eventually it turned blonde instead of staying the traditional orange-red; it was apparent she had become her own personage.
However, Clodagh's eyes and smile never changed. Bright green emeralds lodged in a field of porcelain sitting just above a pearly white smile. The last ode to the family she once had. There are very few things that she would change about her appearance, despite being quiet she does appreciate the beauty she was given. Maybe almond shaped eyes instead of round? Perhaps a more pronounced forehead and a far less mess to call a hairdo? Just a few things, but it is what it is.
Most people wonder why a girl that looked as pretty as Clodagh would prefer to dress in the hodgepodge she had to call her wardrobe. One day it's fedora hats, overly large sweaters and lace leggings with boots. The next it's 80's dresses and gaudy earrings. Most of the time the patterns and colors never match and you can guarantee she is wearing her father's police badge SOMEWHERE on her.Clodagh does not dress to appease anyone's class standards. If they don't like what she is wearing, there are plenty of other moving things in the universe to ponder and will gladly remind everyone of that.
Fairytale Appearance
Despite her outfit being very basic, a lot of work goes into it. A plethora of beautifully colored stones are pinned into her hair, which is let down and forced to curl. A crown comprised of golden wire and green emeralds wraps around her forehead. She is then dressed in a long white gown made of very fine silk with gold etchings and tiny green stones. As the story goes, many loved the Princess Who Never Smiled for her untold beauty. Even when decorated in such extravagance, she sparkles brighter than any stone on her body.
y o u o u g h t t o k n o w
How I am
A psychoanalysis of Clodagh can easily be done. There is a sad, scared and lonely little girl trapped in a woman's body. Without a mother and now a father, the world seems so much larger than it actually is. Clodagh is just lost in a sea of confusion and horror, anyone could easily crumble into themselves. When taken at face value, most think Clodagh is a snob, that she feels herself above everyone so much that she wont talk to a single person unless she absolutely has to. She sticks mostly to herself when she can muster it and spends most of her days people watching, which also keeps others from getting close; little understand her strange behavior.
A girl so hell bent on cutting communications between herself and the world would not spend her days people watching while reading a book or drawing. Clodagh is more than the window people look through when passing in hallways or corridors. She wants badly to be the way she was again, the happy outgoing and kind girl who was friends with any and all. When her father died he took a big piece of her with him, something that might take a long while to get back. She feels as though watching how other people find happiness might one day help her to find hers.
How I came to be
When Clodagh was born, her father thought she was the most amazing thing he had ever laid eyes upon. He held her in his arms, her tiny body wrapped in a little pink blanket and stared down into her face for what felt to be hours. This was his whole world and though her mother begged for him to let someone else adopt her, nothing would ever part them. Admittedly, both her mother and her father were very young, seventeen to be precise. There wasn't a lot of money to go around and hardly any support from their families. But that didn't change a thing, David, Clodagh's father, worked two full jobs just so he could pay the bills and feed his family. Though it was tough at first, it evened out when he started getting promotions and bonuses for his hard work and efforts.
They say that fathers are the pillars to which all women hold their knights too, they must mirror the honor of their father in order to win their love. It was never more true for Clodagh. David quit his second job so he could spend time with her over the weekends and after classes when she entered grade school. Clodagh remembers being frightened of what the new school year might bring, but as she turned to glance behind there was her daddy; waving her goodbye with a smile on his face. So many things had frightened her at that age, the age of discovery, but she always knew if she turned around her father would be there with that same wonderful smile.
One day, David came to pick up Clodagh early from school, and it was unlike her father to pull her out of class so prematurely. However, he took her to a nice sit down restaurant where they both got cheeseburgers and root beer floats, Clodagh's absolute favorite. "What would you say, if it was just the two of us from now on?" He had asked her. At, eight, the question made little to no sense, but the prospect sounded alluring. It was then that he explained that her mommy had to leave the state to go find something important and that she wouldn't be coming back for a long, long time. Clodagh often wonders if she should have cried, but to be honest, she sometimes forgot she even had a mother. Now she realizes that her mother was a coward. A heartless woman afraid of the challenges of life, and though there is a part of her that still loves her mother, she hopes to never see here again.
David finished his schooling during his down time when Clodagh was at school and was soon hired on by the local police department. The little duo were in for big changes in their lives. With the new pay checks and perks, they moved into their first real house. David had chosen this particular house for the room in the attic. With a large round window and blank white walls. He thought that Clodagh could paint a nice mural in her room and make this her own little space. And although his hours changed drastically, it never once altered the complete love and support that flowed endlessly in that home.
Clodagh was loved by many people, friends to a great assortment from geeks, to jocks, to preps. You name it. There was just something about her that made it so easy to be friends. Of course, her best friend will always be her daddy, whom always had time to help with homework despite his hectic schedule. There wasn't a neighbor, store clerk, previous teacher or fellow student than spoke ill of Clodagh. She was damn near the embodiment of all that was good in a human being, what others should strive for in their own lives.
The summer before high school had finally arrived for Clodagh, a time in which David thought came too fast. It was the last summer they would spend together as father and child rather than father and young woman. He wanted to treasure it and take her clothes shopping for what could very well have been the last time. Clodagh remembers this day more than all others. Since she was a blossoming young lady, she needed new undergarments, more specifically, bras. David looked down at those colorful things, red in the face as if it was in that moment he realized his little girl was no longer just that... a little girl. He turned to Clodagh, dropping his basket and brought her into his arms. She could almost hear him sobbing. Almost.... he was a cop after all. Needless to say, they finished their shopping all the while breaking a world record for most hugs given.
Towards the end of their happy life together, Clodagh got a call from David late one night. There was an ominous glow to that dark sky, even through the billowing clouds and light drizzle, one was sure to recognize the terror a night like that could give birth too. He was confessing how much he loved her over and over again in what seemed to be a panic. "I love you too daddy." She repeated before the phone hung up. Sometimes he got emotional on the job, the worry that you wont get to hear someone's voice for awhile happened a lot with the force. Clodagh finished her dinner, washed all of the piling dishes in the sink and tucked herself into bed; the light from the hallway inching into the darkness through the cracked door. The ritual was the same, David would come home, set his keys on the counter along with his hat and badge, walk slowly up the creaking steps and sneak into her bedroom before placing a kiss on her forehead. The hallway light turning off was the signal that it was okay for her to sleep, Clodagh was safe.
However, the next morning the door bell rang early. Alex and Marcus, two of her father's partners, were waiting on the other side and asked to come in. Marcus wrapped his arms around Clodagh as Alex told her that her father had been shot in the line of duty and that he didn't make it. She never felt hopelessness before in her life. It was an empty, sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that threatened to eat her from the inside out. She remembers falling limp in Marcus's arms before the fits of screaming started. Try as she might, she never forgot that day.....
David made Marcus promise him that if anything were to happen to him on duty that he would take care of Clodagh. He had this fear of her being shoved around from person to person, or worse, go back to her mother. Marcus loved the kid anyways and with nothing left in his life to devote himself too, he was glad to have her. Marcus sold his apartment and moved into the spare bedroom in Clodagh's house where he could closely monitor her. Marcus noticed a change in Clodagh he had never seen before. He remembered back when David first joined the force how smiley and wonderful she had been. Now, she hardly ever smiled, if not at all. She was quiet, unmoved by happy things. In fact, she stopped caring about friends, people she had hung out with her entire life. He worried about her.
That was until he got the letter for Ever After Academy, something that might help her find her happiness again. Even if it didn't there wasn't much of a choice, the letter did not allow for alternative solutions if one dejected it. Marcus helped Clodagh pack and saw her off. Clodagh has since then, not changed. She never smiles. She never laughs. She finds little interest in day to day activities and though she maintains a high average in school, she has yet to seek out human companionship from anyone. Most of her classmates see right through her most of the time, a feat she considers a blessing. The less visible she can be the better. The Clodagh that she was before died the day her father called to say goodbye.
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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
.::..s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..::. [Yes, I did read the rules, my hair color was once blonde, but due to unwanted attention I am now a red head. Which hangs straight down to my butt with 80's bangs.]
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:33 am
I am not finished with my profile.
But I need a place to store it
until tomorrow after work. Sweet
dreams folks.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:05 pm
oh my goodness i am madly in love with your writing skittles
i just
wow it is beautiful uvu
i really enjoy clodagh so far and i'm sure that her profile will be incredible when it's finished!
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:12 pm
O3O Aww! Thank you Queenie. <3
I loved your profiles too! I thought
they were great. Which is kinda why
I am pushing myself to do a lot better.
XD Need to catch up to your awesome.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 12:55 am
Okay. My day off is tomorrow so
I plan on finishing my profile when
I wake up tomorrow. O3O Sorry for
the delay.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:55 pm
eep i am glad that you liked my profiles, but they were written over a year ago and they are in dire need of revamping lmfao
but gosh yes you are doing a fantastic job so far
there's only one problem with it though - students at eea are supposed to attend the school throughout their entire high school career so they may receive the proper training they need to be their fairy tale character.
as long as you push the story line back so that she enters eea in her freshman year, you'll be perfect. :3
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:48 pm
Crap. That changes the entire story
around... well. Ignore my history as
it needs to be completely re-written.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:14 pm
oh oops i'm sorry that wasn't clear for you ;-;
if you need anything else clarified i will be happy to do so
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 1:05 pm
No no, it's all groovy. My bio
is just going to be relatively
short being that not a lot happens
to you in between 13 years. XD
At least, not a lot that is interesting.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 4:03 pm
oh, well i think a lot can happen in thirteen years!
though the limit can be constraining when it comes to the development of certain characters, which is why i had both my cheshire cat and alice characters flunk a few grades because they needed more time to set certain events of their lives in motion.
so there are ways to work around it if you so choose.
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