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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 1:57 pm
Good grief, Andy works fast! xd
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:49 pm
I know, right!
Bianca is totally freaked....
(plus, I had to type that post up twice because the stupid internet browser didn't want to stay connected....so I lost my first draft...)
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:40 pm
He's a very talented young boy.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:50 pm
True, he is....but just so you know, Bianca probably would have freaked regardless of who it was...except maybe Ayden, they were supposed to kiss for their story, so it wouldn't phase her....
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 10:32 pm
So, before the Andy thing, i was considering making Ayden gay. But, even though it fit his personality, it didnt fit his past. Andy had convienced me that Ayden will indead be straight, Stetson has convieced me he likes B, because why not.
But remember THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE. Its teen based, so romance is gonna happen, but no actual dating anytime soon, wait a few RP days.
Oh, and Dragon, Andy and my character Bridget are going to be best friends, once i make her anyway.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:03 pm
.:: The Sea Witch ::. b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is
Bridgett Lindale Clarisse
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
Bridgett is about 5’4”, short but not too short. She’s thin, but fit, with her body being toned everywhere. Nonetheless, being toned doesn’t prevent her hip bones, and occasionally her ribs, to show. Her skin is quite pale; although, luckily, it tends to be rosy, giving her a light glow. She sports a hair style as light as her skin, white as snow, and bleached to the point where it’s frayed. Her hair is extremely short, and typically curled, always framing her face. Her face is thin, and heart shaped. Her cheeks are hallow and sharp. Her jaw is curved, and soft. Overall, her face is a delicate famine look, which is the only delicate thing about her appearance. Her eyes are round, and a sparkling baby blue. Typically, they’re lines with dark eyeliner, and pounds of mascara. She never ever leaves her room without her makeup on. Her face is caked with powder and blush; she goes above and beyond with her makeup. Her lips are thin, and usually a light pink.
Bridgett doesn’t really have a clothing of choice; she wears what’s in and what looks good on her, which is everything. However, she often wears skin tight jeans or leggings, and long sweaters. She also wears a lot of tank tops and other tight shirts. She’s famous for wearing sleeveless shirts, and things that are a tad skimpy. Her shorts are always too short and too tight, as are her skirts. She’s a girl for easy access, and she dresses to show it. Pretty much, she’s the classic slut.
Fairytale Appearance
Bridgett has a very specific Fairy tale appearance, and she cannot wear anything but. First, her legs turn into fins, something she still hasn’t figure out how they do. For the longest time, she would put on some fins, but now she’s learning how to access magic to turn her legs into actual fins. Above her fins is a sleeveless dark black shirt, which clings to her body and makes her breast look two sizes bigger. Her hair is kept just as is, and she wears waterproof dark makeup, even darker than her typical do. Her lips are a deep red, dark like blood, and her eyes are black, as is her eye makeup, her eyebrows are well arched. Instead of the rosy glow she usually has, she looks cold as death, and her pale skin is a thing of disgust. She may have a figure that’s considered attractive, but nothing about the death she emits is attractive. Her companion in her costume is a scary looking ell, who typically lays on her shoulders loving on her just as a dog would.
y o u o u g h t t o k n o w
How I am
Bridget is a slut, and almost everything about her reflects that. She likes sex, and she doesn’t really hide it. She’s the type of girl that’ll go to parties, and by the end be leaving with a guy, on her own will. She’ll just randomly go up to a guy and flirt, not caring about the people around her. She knows no bounds, especially when it comes to guys. Actually, there’s only two guys she wouldn’t fiddle with, and that’s Ayden and Andy, just because she doesn’t want to use them, with her actually being fond of them.
She’s the type of girl that considers everyone her friend. Enemies, she has none. If she wants to talk to Sierra, she will, or even a good girl like Bianca, completely. In her mind, there are no bounds of conversation and no bounds of friendships. That’s why, even when her slutty status, no one really hates her deep down. She charms them all, which is the only thing thoroughly different about her from her character. Though, people do seem to get ugly when she steals their boyfriends, but that goes away. No boys are permanent, at least as far as she’s concerned.
Bridgett has absolutely no bounds of conversation, and is by no means politically correct. If she wants to curse, she does. She drops the F bomb as if it’s the word love, and she’s always saying rude words, like ‘f**’. Not that she’s ever mad at anyone, its just the way she expresses herself. By now, with all the years she’s been here, everyone pretty much understands that Bridgett is the one who hates no one, but respects no one either.
As far as she’s concerned, she’s the number one b***h. All the guys love her, all the girls like her, and she’s all that. She doesn’t focus on petty stuff like pride and emotions. In fact, she believes she has no pride, nor real emotions. She just has herself and her loud mouth, and everyone else has to learn to deal with it. She never ever apologizes.
How I came to be
Bridgett came from the rough city of Chicago. She was taught to fight for herself and herself only. She hung out with all the black kids in her block, since none of the white folks were very fond of her, something about her being too loud, too rude, and too slutty. Actually, only the guys paid her any attention, and that was because she put out, and she did it good. Though, no guy would ever be caught dead by her side, it was like she was a curse. She acted as if she didn’t mind though, and hung out with the only kids who liked her, the ‘ghetto fabulous’ African Americans.
At home, she just lived with her dad, who was all love. Her parents had gotten a divorce when she was 10, since her Mom found out he was having an affair with man. They now joke saying that there’s no man with the last name Clarisse that could be straight. They had a close relationship, with him taking her shopping and spoiling her like there was no tomorrow. He always checked her boyfriends out, and told her how wonderful they were. She did the same for her Dad’s boyfriends, who were always the coolest. Everyone loved going to her house since she did whatever she wanted. Well, everyone except her Mom, who cut all relations with both herself and her father, something about her pride getting in the way. Once her Mom left, Bridgett swore off emotions, saying all they did was get in the way of life. Maybe that was why she acted who she was, but since she sworn off emotions, she never thought about it. Now, if anyone ask about her mom, she plainly says she was a b***h, and tells her asker to go away, in more derogatory terms.
She was picked for this school just before she started high school, which was somewhat disappointing since she was really looking forward to going to her local high school. She wasn’t sure why she went, maybe she was getting sick of the city, maybe because she knew she really didn’t have a choice. She went willingly though, and packed everything of hers, including her lovely lab named Patty, and her troublesome cat named Lacy. When she got here, she fell in love. Sure, there were kids everywhere who hated the school, but she wasn’t one of them. In her mind, she was the one that won. Not only does she get the little mermaid’s voice, but her sister’s hair. Of course, Disney played that differently, but she’s living the original fairytale.
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
As stated earlier, Bridgett is anything but politically correct. In fact, she calls Ayden f**, while he calls her Bridge, as his way of pointing out her easy access. He’s her best friend here. The other person she really likes is Andy, and enjoys teasing him just as much as he teases all the other girls.
She only writes in cursive, and always finds it odd that no one else really does. .::elaineenicolee::.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:43 pm
AnnouncementsRight now, I’m in the process of picking out my Mods for this RP. So, I figure I’d show y’all what I’m looking for.
Standards for most literate: This person must post an average of 4-6 paragraphs, and own the writing capability to surpass that. They must be literate, and must be a great writer. They must be willing to critique post when needed, and step up to any and all jobs I request. I want someone who’s responsible and a good writer.
Standards for most active: This person must post multiple times a week, and be in the midst of all of the writing. They must be incredibly dedicated, and be the one I could go to if anything went wrong. This person will most likely be my go to person.
I depend extremely on my Mods, and they are the first one I go to whenever there is a problem.
Now, I already have someone in mind for both spots, but if you’re interested in being one, show me in your writing. If I message you, and you know you won’t be dedicated enough to be a mod, please tell me. Within in the couple of pages, I’m going to pick someone. In addition, at this moment, I will no longer be accepting girls. Once we have five boys (only two more) I will reopen girl spots, that counts if you submitted a profile but you weren’t accepted quite yet (although, I do encourage you to complete it to its best ability, I’m hoping it won’t take long for a guy to join, we have two people who are interested).
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:18 pm
⊱ Ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓ ✧ Ｒｅｐｏｒｔ
I'm so close to finishing my profile its not even funny! D< The only problem...is that I have no idea on how to cut the whole story...bio..thing off. I have his whole story in my head but I don't know how to end it so to speak. Like I don't know how I'm going to move him from point A to point B. From just a downtrodden teen to fairy tale villain. Ugh!
And then there's the whole 'is the story even close to plausible' thing...
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:20 pm
Well, why not show us what you have and maybe we can help you?
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:24 pm
Yeah! I'm sure we could help you figure out if the story was totally unplausible, or reasonable, and help you figure out how to end it....
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:26 pm
....Okay. But its not...up to par yet. Its kinda cluttered and...well. I'll let you be the judge. It'll be up in just a second...
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:27 pm
agreed!
ohhhhhh, i like how y'all stepped in and offered help even before i had to. i love helpful active members! (:
edit: alrighty then, awesome.
shauna, if i take forever to look it over, can you? since, i have hw. gosh, i need to get off gaia...
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:28 pm
.:: Girl Without Hands Devil ::.  B a s i c • I n f o r m a t i o n
Hello, My name is
Marcel J. Cassilen
I Have Been on this Earth for About
Nineteen Years
I am of the
Male Gender
I'm staying in dorm number
Blue Dorm, Three
I'm currently enrolled in grade number
Twelve
C o l o r • Ӎ e • P r e t t y
How I Normally Look
Marcel is what some would consider handsome. His features are regal. His general person the epitome of the phrase, 'Tall, Dark, and Handsome'. A strong chin and shoulders telling of a individual with both a strong will and stubbornness. His eyes are a soot gray, the shade close enough to black that it could be mistaken for such by someone without a careful eye. The long braided locks he normally wears his hair in framing a face shaded a chocolate brown. His body is a tall 5 feet 11 inches, its form lean but heavy. The weight coming from muscle that runs thick around his arms and chest. Strength through long practice sessions? Or gained through harsh circumstances where it was truly needed? Most likely it’s the latter considering the state of his being.
Small light scars litter the edges of his face and the tops of his hands. The cuts ranging from the knotted flesh that can be found at the grooves his left hand and the smooth silken marks that hides under his hairline. The worst of either being that of a long thin wound curving from lower right rib to hip. The flesh still a tender reddish tone that told of its continued pain. Its clear cut a mark from a long blade struck deep and true. Its truly a mystery as to where and when he had gotten the cut, and if it were ever seen he certainly wouldn't be very forthcoming with the truth of its tale. So to avoid unwanted curiosity he tends to keep his shirt on at all times. A needless precaution some would say. But something he prefers to unwanted looks and questions.
His style is simple, his embellishments not. The two dark bands around his right forearm something that can’t be hidden easily with stage make-up and long sleeves. The intricate snake design coiling on his left arm a deep green, golden yellow, and somber black as it slithers down the length of flesh. He claims three piercings, and only three. All on his left ear, small snug hoops that look as though they were merely molded to skin. A simple sterling silver that mocks the snake thumb ring that sleeps prominently on his right hand and the skull on his middle. But contrary to this visual feast of accessories his clothes stay calm in nature. T-shirts are his top of choice. Shades of white, grey, and blue always a easy choice when opposed to more complex shades. A necessitation considering his color certain color blindness. The designs he chooses vary on his mood. Sometimes it holds a intricate symbol that twists and turns on the cool cotton plane and sometimes…it simply does not. Jeans for his bottoms make the look even more casual. Mostly off brand but sometimes designer. Its didn’t matter to him either way, and as long as it looks half way decent his doesn’t think too hard on the fact. Overall he looks dangerous, a person that if seen on the street some people would cross the road to avoid. The serious scowl planted on his visage doing nothing to help the fact. Though they don’t know that this look is only one a neutralness and not aggression.
Fairytale Appearance
For the part of the old man that happens upon the Miller, they dust his hair with white to create the illusion of age. The make-up they cake upon his face mimicking the deep whithered lines of forgotten youth as the skin becomes slack. The rest of the transformation is done with pure acting and the right clothing and accessories: A tattered hooded cape to keep some of his face in mysterious shadow, pants the same brownish shade to match the cloak. Both something a traveler would wear.
But as he is truly revealed as the 'devil' that he is his appearance changes. The tired and stiff slump that he falls into then straightens, his face shifting from soft harmless lines to the hard grimace of rage as he is deterred from his endeavors. His costume is somewhat simple but in place of that is the need to strengthen his presence through acting.
Y o u • Ѻ u g h t • T o • K n o w
How I am
At first glance Marcel appears to be a somber individual with a sarcastic bent that leans more towards caustic rudeness than anything that could be described as dry wit. His tone is usually biting and his manners….are somewhat questionable. The fact that he looks like a punk looking for a good fight certainly doesn’t help his case either. And from the outside looking in the cover on this book would be as straight forward as could be.
But even then…there’s still more to learn if you turn the pages. He’s a intelligent guy when he wants to show it, a generally curious being that enjoys things like: reading, music, and art. He’s thoughtful, the cool and collected being that people would want around in times of crisis. He’s kind when he has to be and stern when its needed. The sort of person that recognizes when others need comfort and is willing to give it in his own rough way. And his rudeness? That’s mainly his blunt nature at work. He’s never been the sort to sugar-coat things and even with the fact that he’s dealing with fairy tales, he has never been the sort to believe in ‘dreams coming true’ or ‘happily ever after’. A bleak look on the world? Maybe so. But that’s just how life is, isn’t it?
How I came to be
Marcel has never really known his parents, had never had the chance to truly know them to be honest. From what he came to understand they got in a car crash. It was a dark and rainy night, the roads were slippery from the rain. And his father lost control of the car....meeting another head on in the collision. Where was Marcel himself during this crash? Strapped down safely in the back of the same car in which his parents died. Strangely enough his parents cared more about his safety than they did their own. Maybe if they had even a bit of self preservation they would have had a better chance of surviving. Whatever the case, they didn't. Whatever they could have done to prevent such a thing from happening, they chose not to do so.
Its a story that's been told over and over again. And one that with every retelling will certainly not become one of much importance considering that very same fact. Long story short: They died, he survived. Leaving him all alone in the world. His grandparents didn't want him because they never approved of his father's relationship with his mother. His aunts and uncles didn't dare take him because they feared being cut off for the same reason. And his mother claimed no relatives of her own. So after a brief stay with the hospital, where did that leave him? In a orphange where all the other undesirables and unwanted were placed.
Imagine being six years old and being told that, 'this is where you're going to stay for a while'. Can't picture it? Well, he hadn't really thought about it himself until the fact was painfully brought to his attention. Needless to say it didn't make his 'stay' there any more pleasant than it already was. So it was sort of a relief at the time when he was told that he was going to leave some years later. Appearently a single woman had wanted to adopt him. He had met her a few times and she seemed alright. A little on the stuck-up side but he could deal with it if it could get him out of the den of misery. If she wanted a kid then he would play the loving son to her doting mother. Even if 'doting' was a bit strong a word to descibe what his adoptive parent was.
She...provided well for him true enough. He was home schooled by the best tutors money could buy, had a home bigger than a kid could remotely get used to, and had something better than any other kid at the orphanage could ask for: A home. But all the glitter and pomp wasn't exactly his kind of scene. And with only a year in it was obvious that the only reason he was there was to show off to her boss and co-workers. A couple more years and she didn't even bother to engage in conversation with him unless it was at one of her company dinners or when she figured he wasn't doing well enough in his studies to properly entertain her guests. Being paraded around like some kind of exotic bird to a bunch of rich drunks....it wasn't exactly a charmed life. And to be honest it made him physically ill to put on a smile while someone went on and on about 'how smart' he was for his age and 'how handsome'.
It took about a year more before he finally just walked, something that he probably would have done some time ago...if he hadn't been after something. Money. Any twelve year old knows that you need money to get anywhere in the world, and anyone with a brain would know that you wouldn't make it without some kind of cash lining your pockets. With the cash he pocketed he was able to take a bus out of state and with the cash he had left he was able to keep himself clothed and eating for about a three months after the fact. But after he loss his funds...the days were...hard. And people weren't the least bit giving when they figure that they stand to lose something in a deal. So needless to say...he was in trouble.
He was a twelve year old kid, just barely on the edge of thirteen, with no way to make money because of his age or better yet because of his 'homeless' status. In a city that he has only heard about but never had the pleasure to see before now. On streets that were new and thereby terrifying. But Marcel was anything but stupid and he was stubborn to a fault when he made up his mind. He knew what was waiting for him if he just gave up...so...he kept on going. Getting by anyway that he could.
At this point it was beyond desperate measures, it was a choice between life or death. He worked honestly for a while, getting some strange odd jobs by people that were looking for cheap labor or were just the charity giving type. Loading and unloading trucks, painting store buildings or fences, and cleaning back store areas. It was small potato work with a even smaller pay, but at this point he couldn't exactly turn it down. Or at least he couldn't...until he could find another 'trade'.
His 'calling' came upon him suddenly. Just a happenstance of fate. Or maybe just a well designed conclusion. Whatever the case of his predestined future, it happened. And it was caused by one man. It started with a simple deal. A normal job that he picked up...that wasn't so normal. Deliver a package. Get there on time. And leave. It was simple. Almost insultingly so. But he knew that it didn't sound right. None of it sounded right. Why couldn't it be delivered by normal means? Why at night? And why him of all people? All these questions plagued him even as he walked closer and closer to the location...and into a ambush. The fight was unfair. Three guys against his one. And at least two twice his age. He had grown taller after a year, had muscle from hard work. But he was obviously no match for these guys. If they decided to get hostile...he wouldn't be anything less than a smear on the street. So what was a kid to do.....but lie. It was a bluff...an obvious one. Or so he feared.
But it worked. Getting him out of trouble...and into some more. Turns out the whole thing was a test of a sort. The mastermind behind the plan being a conman that went by the name Slick. He was looking for another lackey. Someone he could mold into both a bodyguard and a....
S o m e • Ѻ t h e r • I n f o r m a t i o n
There's something else you ought to know
♠ Dislike of sweets: It doesn’t matter what form it happens to come in, Marcel just doesn’t like sweets. He takes his tea with two sugars, and his coffee as black as sin. And as far as he’s concerned that’s the only ‘sweeting’ that he really needs.
♠ Artist: He likes to draw, and does so quite well. Not that he goes around and shows people his work or anything. He doesn’t draw to impress people and he doesn’t draw for any form of recognition. He just likes to draw....though he'll never truly admit why....
♠ Embellishments: A snake thumb ring that coils up from first to second knuckle on his thumb and a plain band of sterling silver on his pinky. Both sit on his left hand, a constant that rarely changes.
♠ Bad Habits: Smoking. But its certainly not chronic and he doesn't make a habit of it. To be honest its just something he picked up at one time and hasn't been able to completely put it down.
.::Elliptic Sin::.[My hair is a deep raven black. And its so dark it doesn't even have the hope to hold even a strain of color. Its about shoulder length and because of that I usually keep my hair in a pony tail....or ponytails as the case may be.]
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:35 pm
Hmmmm.....You could add something to the extent to what he had been doing up until he got the letter from Ever After....And why he decided to attend.....There's my idea....I do love the profile though. Sadly, some children do get adopted just to make the adoptive parents look better.... confused
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