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 Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2018 4:00 pm
 colored by -yasha alchemistJudges: Kivras, -Yasha Alchemist
Starts: Now!
Ends: October 28, 11:59pm MST
We all have fears, and this hallowed Kumiho is no different.
How shall they face their fear(s) head-on?
You must use the form provided.
You must RP the character reacting to being confronted by what they fear.
----This can be as simple as a spider, to rejection, to heights, or even to water!
You will be judged on how well your chosen personality for the character shines through the RP! Try not to describe it outright!
You must write at LEAST 500 words, but no more than 3k words!
The winner will receive the character found above.
This contest is completely free.
Please use the form provided.
Anyone may enter, whether they are a newbie or not!
Staff may not enter this contest.
Keep in mind you are limited to winning one (1) kid in total from the Haunted Hallows games!
Whining, guilt-tripping, or generally misbehaving over the contest will result in you being disqualified.
Make sure you've read the Guide to the Worlds forum in its entirety!
You may not proxy for another person.
You may not gift your prize away, and cannot re-home for the first 60 days.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2018 12:05 pm
Username: One Little Jay
Character's Name:Samara
What do They Fear?:Dark, or deep water
Response to being faced by their fear: Samara was not sure how she had been talked into this. How had she agreed that this would ever be fun? A boat ride on a sunny day with good friends right? Just sun and drinking and water, that was the plan. The morning had started just as planned, she had met everyone on the shore and boarded the huge vessel. She even joked about the name, "Seaductress, Seriously?? Like being seduced by the sea?" She couldn't have rolled her eyes any harder than she did then.
It wasn't long after boarding that she realized the day wouldn't be all unicorns and rainbows. The sky went from clear and sunny to dark clouds on the horizon. "Uh.. hey... you guys? Have.. you seen this?" Her friends that sat behind her laughing. "Oh come on Samara you're always such a Debbie Downer. My charm said we'd be fine today. I'm sure that will blow over."
Still, Samara stood arms tightly crossed, her lips pressed in a tight line, staring at the clouds as they rolled in. "This isn't going to be good," she muttered under her breath. "No really guys I think we should go back to shore" the hair on her tails began to rise. Throwing his arm around her friend Axel who owned the boat slapped down hard on the railing. "This baby is sturdy don't worry about it we will be fine." He laughed heartily and turned around fishing his hand down in the cooler pulling out a beer and tossing it in her direction. "Catch". Samara didn't move and the beer just hit her back and rolled back down the deck.
Within a matter of seconds, the wind hit the boat hard. The hat her friend Lexi wore flew off her head up into the wind, everyone let out a startled cry as the boat rocked. Axel frowned "okay everyone lets move this party below deck and wait it out okay?" it began to quickly poor as the three friends made their way down the stairs looking back. "Samara, come one really it's not funny stop standing there." But Samara couldn't get her feet to move, she clutched on to the rails as the rain hit her hard and the wind rocked the boat. She could see Axel making his way toward her and she knew that she should be going that way but she couldn't will herself to move. She stood to stare motionless, into the dark water that splashed hard against the boat. It seemed to be calling her name. She shook her head hard, Axel was almost here she could feel the heat from him as he reached out toward her.
Everything was in slow motion, "Sa-" she felt the wave hit the boat, "ma-" She felt her hand slip off the railing looking down horrified; "ra" she felt the railing hit her stomach hard as she went overboard. She didn't even have time to call out his name before she felt the cold. The water was violently cold, stingingly sharp and it threw her hard against the boat. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see it was cold and it was dark and she was dying. It swept over her like relief, the water would take care of her it would keep her safe down here, she need not be afraid.
Coughing up water on deck was the next thing she remembered, Axels worried face. The warmth of the sun, was it a dream? "Oh hey there, looser" she laughed gasping air into her lungs. His face was washed with relief, "I'm so sorry, I'm so glad you're okay!" tears ran down his cheeks as he clutched her to his chest. "Oh gross get off me you sap, I'm fine." she punched his arm weakly. He let out a small smile "no really I know how scared you are of the water, and I promise you I'd take care of you and I didn't listen." She quickly stuck her finger up against his lips."Shh, I'm not scared anymore. I'm okay." He looked at her questioningly. She sat up looking over to Lexi, and Sarahs crying faces. "Seriously guys I'm fine. The storm has passed don't let it ruin our day." They looked at each other slowly as to verify if she was being serious or had a concussion.
Standing up samara rung out her hair looking between her friends. "So... who wants to go swimming?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 11:15 am
Username: Blinded By Silence
Character's Name: Tristesse
What do They Fear?: Being Forgotten
Response to being faced by their fear:
Despite the roar of the crowd, Tristesse heard nothing but her own blood pounding in her ears as she moved silently across the stage. Buh-dum, buh-dum, BUH-DUM as her paws pulled her forward, her mind slipped backward, remembering a time when she was nothing more than a tiny slip of darkness living in the shadows of others. A little orphan girl who just faded into the background.
She sat down, the slit in her dress trailing over a long, delicate leg, draped just so. She had spent hours trying to find the perfect pose, struggling to angle herself to provide the ideal balance of mystery and allure. The dress itself had caused her so many headaches. Didn't they understand? It had to be perfect.
The weight of her cello felt familiar, comforting. She clung to it, positioning herself for the start of the song. She opened her eyes and saw so many looking back at her. No longer was she looked over, passed up for someone else. Her gaze settled on someone in the front row. A man with eyes that burned into her like coals. But the warmth was fleeting. A moment later he was laughing and staring at the girl to his side. Would he remember the night he had with the woman? Or the experience he had watching her?
Sound returned as she plucked the first cords that soon became the heartbeat of the song. She drew her bow and let her cello's voice rise with the heavy sounds of guitar and drums. Trist carried the song, leading it. She refused to follow. It was her show now.
'Look at me,' her thoughts cried, 'Please,'
Faster and faster she played as the song reached its pinnacle, sweat poured down her face and arms, her long hair sticking to her as she performed. So many years spent making her look beautiful, desired, wanted. All of it came to fruition as the song came to a close, those first new chords echoing into the darkness that hid behind the spotlights.
Her heart stopped. She felt faint. Her fingers felt torn and blistered. She had practiced so much. What if it hadn't been enough? What if they didn't like her? Her one chance, gone just as quick as it came. She frantically searched the crowd for the man with the burning eyes. There! Those warm coals met hers once more, and stayed there, staring in... Was it awe? Judgment?
Then, he stood and clapped. The crowd erupted, voices everywhere chanting her name, calling for an encore. Her breath returned to her, her heart beat again, faster, harder. Tears stung her eyes as she cried out over the din of the crowd. For the first time since she sat down, she could smell the wax on the cello's strings, the mustiness of the heavy red curtains. She stood, pushing her hair back and looking at her fans. Her heart swelled and flooded with relief. They remembered. They knew her name and, maybe, just maybe if she gave her heart and soul to them, they would never forget it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2018 5:20 pm
Username: Sara Siren Noire
Character's Name: Hiori
What do They Fear?: Being alone in a dark, silent void
Response to being faced by their fear: One of the best things that Hiori had come to love about Haunted Hallows since she arrived in Below was the haunted houses that people created. From the campy to the detailed, she adored them all….especially the cheesy, campy ones that used a lot of fun stereotypes from old movies, television shows and stories that were meant to scare children. Lately there seemed to be a new thing going on where people combined the cheesy with the horror to be more effective in scaring people somehow. Her curiosity had been piqued, so she convinced a couple of her university friends to go with her to one in particular that she had been hearing people talk about. It was supposed to be one of the best ones so far this year.
The place was an old warehouse and it was enormous, both in length and the width of the building. It was decked out with what Hiori could only guess was panels of antiqued, distressed wood to give it that old look and there were creepy, glowing spectral creatures that wandered through at random; illusion magics, no doubt, but what a lovely touch! It made it so unsettling! The nerd inside was absolutely giddy with anticipation, especially when she and her friends were handed out forms that were dubbed ‘Fear Waivers.’ They filled out their names, one fear and then signed the bottom beneath a small disclaimer that waived the purveyors of liability and served as an agreement to the experience within. Once the forms were collected, they were ushered inside by a silent, cloaked figure that left them already expecting the campiness amidst the sound of screams from within that they weren’t entirely certain were real or some recorded sound effects for atmosphere.
Instantly they were walking through a creepy graveyard that was filled with tangles of dying brush and dead, twisted trees among the moss-covered headstones. A dense fog curled about their feet, kicked up as they traversed a vague path outlined with broken fencing. As they walked past, people dressed up as zombified ghouls started shuffling forward from hiding places behind the grave, the trees and crawling through the fog. As they reached out for them and swiped at their feet, the friends shrieked and hurried past in a series of giggles. At the end of the path was a door that led to a hall of doorways that lacked doors. As they walked its length, glancing into the doorways they saw old, decrepit rooms that looked like they once belonged to some kind of hospital….one that, judging by the thick leather straps with buckles, none of them wanted to visit. As they passed by the rooms, flickers of grisly figures in stained and worn out hospital gowns, some with yellowed straight jackets as well. Their flickered appearance coupled with jerking movements gave them a good startle here and there that sent them into fits of nervous snickering. It was good fun, even when a stereotypical chainsaw killer suddenly appeared from the last doorway and chased them while revving the noisy tool menacingly at them. They all broke into a run past the archway and found themselves in another dark hallway that was filled with long strips of black plastic, loosely woven cloth and false(?) spider webbing hanging from the ceiling, the walls painted and textured to look like what might have been the inside of a rocky cave. As they ran in, they shrieked as they tangled themselves up in the dangling strips and a strobe light started to suddenly flash. If that wasn’t enough, some of the rocky outcroppings in the cave-like hallway became hands that were grabbing at them and trying to tug them away from each other. Hiori could feel it when they were pulled away….first one, then the other….and finally herself.
Hiori went from overstimulation, chaotic sounds and bright, flashing light that caused everything to move in stop-motion……to silence and total darkness. She couldn’t see anything in front of or around her, not a single trace of light to be found by any of her eyes. She brought a hand up to her face and couldn’t even see it; she knew where it was and where it was supposed to be…but she couldn’t see it or any movements she made with it. She took a few steps forward, hands outstretched to feel for anything she might bump into. Her feet were on some kind of floor but her hands found no purchase on anything but empty air, the silence in this place so static and consuming that her ears itched as though someone stuffed cotton inside of them. She could already feel her heart starting to pick up speed, her breath wavering a little; why couldn’t she find a wall or something? She had no idea how big the room was that she was in….or if it even WAS a room. ”….Ch-Charlie? Phoebe?....Guys?” She called out timidly, the sound of her own voice startling her when it broke through the silence…but nothing came in response. ”H-hello? Is anyone there??” Hiori called out louder, her voice echoing briefly before it was swallowed by the emptiness. Her heart was now starting to race, pumping harder and faster as she felt the air around her becoming thick and heavy. Breathing was suddenly more difficult. ”Hah…hahaha, ok guys. Y-you’ve had your fun, you can come out now..” Her voice sounded so uncertain; so foreign from her normal confident tone…but then again, what was her confidence but a mask for the fear and uncertainty of feeling like a stranger in a different world? The darkness was pure, inky black but she could have sworn she started to see…movement; slow, writhing motions within the nothing. ”This isn’t funny anymore!” Her voice trembled as the rest of her did, eyes frantically darting around to find something…ANYTHING to let her know that someone was there or that she wasn’t in some sort of abyssal limbo, about to be pulled into nonexistence by the inky tendrils that were starting to creep towards her feet. Her heart was beating so fast that she could barely feel it, though it thundered in her ears, and she was shaking all the way down to the tips of her tails. This was it; she was going to disappear…..alone….into nothingness. Would her friends even notice? Would they care? Why weren’t they coming for her?? Hiori’s legs collapsed beneath her, the kumiho dropping into a quivering heap as tears streamed down her face. ”….Please….don’t leave me here….” She quietly pleaded, wrapping her arms around herself tightly as she braced for the moment when everything would stop.
The sensation of a hand lightly grasping her shoulder made the kumiho jump and fall over onto her side. Her eyes turned to see the dark, cloaked figure that had met them at the entrance standing next to her, illuminated by a very dim azure glow that seemed to emanate from the being itself. It offered a hand for her to take, helping her to her feet before guiding her in an unknown direction. The only footsteps she could hear were her own, echoing pitifully with every shaking step she took. She heard a click and bright light suddenly flooded her vision as a door opened that she was not entirely sure was there before, blinding her as the figure continued to guide her out of the void. ”HIORIIII!” A familiar voice called out to her before she was suddenly hugged by Phoebe, the grimm squeezing her in a way that threatened to crush her ribs. As her sight returned to her, she became aware of sounds again; voices and usual commotion were a comfort to the deafening silence she had been immersed in before, and the sight of her friends was welcomed.
”What…happened to you guys?” Hiori asked, now wanting to know what had become of them during her time it the darkness.
”Oh man, I got pulled into a room that had spiderwebs EVERYWHERE! I was even walking on them and I could hear skittering sounds. Ugh, it gave me chills but it was so cool!” Phoebe gushed, finally letting go of the kumiho. ”Charlie said he got put into a room that had blood and teeth everywhere but he came out totally clean.”
”Hiori? You ok?” Charlie, the fey, stepped closer and looked at her with concern. ”Were you…crying?”
”Huh? Oh, that; it’s nothing, just got dust in my eye from the room I got stuck in. I think it was supposed to be a tomb of some kind, I couldn’t see it very well.” Hiori lied through her teeth with a smile, not wanting to worry her friends about what really had happened. If they knew, they’d fuss over her for the rest of the night.
”This place was awesome!” Phoebe squealed, grabbing both friends by their arms and pulling them with her as she walked down the street. ”We should come again on Hallow’s Eve! Right now, I’m starving. Who wants doughnuts?”
”Oooh, I am.” Charlie piped up, a smile broadening over his features.
”I’m gonna stuff so many crullers into my face that I’ll turn into one!” Hiori laughed, glancing back over her shoulder towards the haunted house as it got smaller the further they got from it. Her friends didn’t know it….but she had no plans on going back to this one. She’ll gladly take a campy, kiddy haunted house over that experience any day.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:39 pm
Username: Katsura Zanshin
Character's Name: Morgana
What do They Fear?: Thunderstorms
Response to being faced by their fear: Morgana smiled at her friends as she took a long drag from her straw. They were out celebrating their survival of another week at their favorite malt shoppe. Every Friday they took turns telling the best and worst parts of their week, overly exaggerated and with over the top gesticulating. Laughter is the best medicine after all. Morgana checked her watch, the tip of one tail twitching anxiously. A huge gesture and a silly face pulled her back to the conversation, almost causing her to snort blackberry milkshake out of her nose. She loved their get togethers, it was always so much fun.
Morgana's ear twitched, was that a far off rumble she heard or just her imagination? A quick peek out the window showed leaves skittering down the road and a dark sky. The storm was coming. Another tail tip joined the first in its uneasy movements. Time to make her good-byes.
"I hate to cut this short, my loves, but I have an early appointment tomorrow," she stood with a sigh and a smile, "I'm free Sunday, though, so if anyone wants to do anything, give me a ring!" A chorus of good-byes rang out and a flurry of hugs were had as she snagged her coat and departed. Morgana waved one last time at the door and walked away, waiting to be out of sight of her friends before clutching the coat around her and picking up the pace.
The sky lit up a few times as she headed home, each followed by low, threatening growls. Morgana arrived home and blasted through her door, locking it tight behind her and leaning against the door as if attempting to physically keep the storm out. Another growling rumble of thunder sounded, eliciting a squeak and spurring her into movement.
"I am not a child," she scolded herself as she pulled the shades across her window shut. "Thunder cannot hurt me. It is only a sound caused by...." Lightning flashed so closely it illuminated the room even through the thick curtains. The sky rent itself apart with the roar of an angry beast, the sound drowning out the shriek Morgana loosed. Hands immediately clapped down on her ears, her eyes shut tight, and the Kumiho dropped into a fetal position on the floor, trying to get away from the threatening sound.
"No, no, no, no, no." She shook like a leaf, heart pattering a million miles an hour, cold sweat broke out all over her body. With a sob she crawled towards her closet, shutting herself inside. She had prepared for this when she had heard the weather report. There were pillows, blankets, and her favorite plush, well worn and ancient, all set up for her in a corner of the closet. She whimpered, humiliated. She couldn't believe she was still terrified of storms; she knew no one else would believe it either. Morgana, the put together one. All a farce.
Another crack, another strangled scream and the blanket was pulled over her head. She had a stranglehold on her plush as she squeezed her eyes shut. No one knew about this side of her. No one would ever know. Tomorrow the storm would be gone and the real Morgana would be back. The strong Morgana. The Morgana that does not hide in closets.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 11:03 am
Congrats! The judges enjoyed how you took a fear that could be so insignificant, and turned it into something even we were uneasy about...But at the same time, it turned into something that we needn't actually be afraid of. Her personality also came through pretty well! You have 24 hours to quote & accept your win!
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 11:04 am
Nightmare Adira Congrats! The judges enjoyed how you took a fear that could be so insignificant, and turned it into something even we were uneasy about...But at the same time, it turned into something that we needn't actually be afraid of. Her personality also came through pretty well! You have 24 hours to quote & accept your win! *screams* Samaraaaa yes i love her i accept
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