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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 11:05 pm
My name is: Syria Fae
I am: 18
If you can't tell, I'm a: Female
I'm: Fairy God Mother of Cinderella
So the story I'm from is: Cinderella
Personality: Syria is sweet, naive, and gullible. She believes in anything she's told even if it's completely un-plausible. She loves helping people and has a very kind heart. That being said she is often abused for her kindness and is a bit of a push-over. Syria never screams or shouts, she is shy, and doesn't really speak or do rash things. Nor Syria is brave and gets afraid easily, of things such as the dark and being alone. She loves animals and has always had a special connection with planets. Syria always thinks about the positive side and never the negative. She is an attentive listener but down right awful when it comes to advice. She if often protected by her friends while she stands because she is physically weak. She is loyal and willing to do anything for the people she loves. Syria is very open-minded and loves with all her heart. She smiles often and never angers. Syria is also very sensitive and if she gets hurt she will not get angry but cry. She looks like a small child even though she is an adult and people will often mistake her for a child of ten years old. She is fun, easy-going, and loves sweets.
This is my story: Syria was raised in an orphanage. She doesn't know who her parents are and nor has she ever met them. She has just turned eighteen and legally must leave the orphanage. She was very loved at the orphanage because she had such an adorable face and personality. Being that she still looks like a child all her friends are worried she will be abused in the real world. Syria had just packed her bags and was about to leave the orphanage and say goodbye to her friends, when she fell asleep from exhaustion. When she awoke she was in a mansion, all by herself.
This is what I look like in character form:
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:08 am
  My name is: Félicita Cerville
I am: 19
If you can't tell, I'm a: Female
I'm: Mad Hatter (Female)
So the story I'm from is: Alice in Wonderland
Personality: Feli pretends to be a normal girl but her looks and personality say otherwise. She is very much into music and fashion. You could say she is shy, sweet, very creative, talented, and on the other hand she can also be very hard headed and speak her mind when she needs to. Her lollipops is the source of her inspiration and one would have to ask her as to why is that. She tends to be very unique in her own little way.
This is my story: Félicita grew up in Paris, London where fashion is on everyone's mind including her parents who are both world famous designers. Naturally their only daughter became such a fan that she too wished to start her own fashion line in the near future. She was of course spoiled by her parents and never had to go to school since she was homed schooled. Féli didn't mind at all, I mean who wouldn't when you had lots of money right? That's what she thought until her parents decided to divorce and her world came crashing down. Unable to stay with her parents any longer in fear of going absolutely mad she left home for Kyoto. She still had a small fortune to herself so making the move wasn't as bad as she thought it would be and she was pretty excited because she was actually going to a "school".
Little did Féli know, school wasn't as great as she had wanted it to be. When she first started she had of course dressed in her own unique way because she absolutely loves being different. Different wasn't something people in Kyoto where use to and right there and then she was called a freak and a weirdo. People where so judgemental to her looks even though they had not taken the chance to know her personality. She felt even more lonely then when she left home.
Féli craved to have new friends but any attempts she made was futile. One night she had a very odd dream about tea time and hats...lots of hats. Upon waking up she found herself in a whole different world. Feli had truly thought for the first time she had turned mad. 
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 7:56 pm
▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ ▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓ My name is: Terry Weston PooleI am: 19If you can't tell, I'm a: A guy!I'm: The Beast So the story I'm from is: Beauty and the BeastPersonality: Terry is about as bittersweet as a sour patch kid. Kind at heart he is and in tune with others emotions, Terry will sometimes offer a shoulder to cry on or an encouraging smile in the least. That is though if he is in the mood for generosity that day. This teen has a rather rambunctious flip side that people often shy away from which in turn causes him to feel a bit of frustration towards whomever is doing the shying of course. Loud and very blunt in conversation is usually the culprits here along side his seemingly inability to think before speaking. Not to mention his pushy and demanding attitude and need for putting in his two senses worth. So brace yourself and toughen your hide for if one does accomplish this a rather loyal friend can be made. For on the back side of this rigid coin lies a humorous, childish, and caring teen.. This is my story: Believe or not Weston was born and raised in the misty hills of Scotland under the expert care of his father's dear sister and to his very American mother. Explains his wild looks right? Sorta you could settle with but we wont bore you with the entire family tree now will we?
Just as the other boys in this nearly untouched landscape he was taught to tend to the flock and protect from wild and hungry beasts searching for easy prey. This he was very good at from the start and the weight of doing such a job was left on his shoulder as a young age. Many a day was spent walking the green fields doing perimeter checks when not at school. Not that the solitude and company of his own voice was to blame but the need for social interaction and the excitement of city life grew to much for the quick to bore boy. So Terry started to find ways to weasel out of his duties and hit the streets of his foggy hometown for some self-indused entertainment. This is when the trouble began one could say..
The nagging began and the whispers started up once more and it all very quickly became very annoying. What could these people possibly be pointing at huh?
Fights began soon after his little rebellious acts because the easy to frustrate side of Terry often urged him to question people and prod for a reason which they never quite gave. Finally ready to snap the grey eyed boy looked for solitude once more but in a different sort of direction, the local book store stocked with tales of myth and adventure. Humor or tragedy..
This is how the dreaded first crush came to be, a timid burnette who was to scared of her own shadow and most definitely Weston the male found out quickly enough. Attempts to speak with her ended in either awkward silences or embarrassment on either or both parties so while out tending the sheep he plotted ways to break her shy shell. Should he surprise her with petty gifts? No to cliche..
Ask her to dates or play the funny guy? It would surely faiil for his reputation was known by all.
What seemed like many weeks later and lots of books skimmed through did he figure out a way to whoo her. And his army of wingmen were the very items she so lovingly cared for. Notes, observations, quotes, and question's were harmlessly left between the pages of books he had learned to be her favorites and much to the glee of Terry it was returned. Answers, smilies, and the occasional greeting was giving by the fello classmate when he came in to return his latest checkout. Eventually it became a game for the two, one that hours of toying were carried out.
The point you say?
Well, during one of his in town trips disaster struck. A local feed man stopped Terry on his way inot town with the urgent news of the pack. A group of wild dogs that had been spotted in one of the farms tearing into baby lamb. Panicked the boy rushed home quick as his feet could carry him with the horrible images of carnage flooded his mind's eyes.
To his horror the made up outcome in his cranium was later confirmed when he arrived to his father screaming curses and the back ends of the pack disappearing over the far hill dragging what was left of the young flock, a small lamb bahing for help. Terry didn't give to much thought to the situation when he scooped up the cane used to heard the obedient beasts before climbing after the retreating dogs. If he could do something to help fix this mess he had caused it would be to save one of the few young right? A good beating would teach the preditors to eat his flock as well..
The chase stretched on into the night without the boy noticing. Blind by the lack of light and knowledge of the rocky hills he struck the final note of bad luck, or karma. Terry's foot was snagged by a cluster of heavily knotted tree roots which in turn sent the teen rolling down the none to smooth country side and finally into a bruised heap at the bottom of said landscape. Panting, tired, and angry as a wild boar Weston crashed. Passing out from the combination and exscaping adrenaline only to wake in a place..not his own.
Mystery was a favorite pass time and myth a secret love but never did Terry think he would wake as the Beast straight from a childs fairy tale book!
My character form:  The Beast
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