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 Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 9:54 am
Once upon a time, a couple lived happily ever after. As King and Queen of their land, it was their destiny to do so. And so, as it happens in all fairytales, they simply had to have a beautiful daughter. And she really must be named Aurora, as no other name could possilbly befit the future princess' beauty.
True to their expectations, the couple's child grew into as fair, refined, elegant and beautiful an angel as they could ever have hoped for. However, on this royal child's sixteenth birthday, and evil fairy, jealous of this grand "angel's" beauty cast a curse on the heir to the throne -- that she should fall into a deathly sleep, to never awaken except by true love's first kiss.
Unfortunately for the witch (and just about everyone else), the king and queen had not, as they had hoped, had a daughter. Instead, their child was a son. And so the evil fairy's spell backfired, and instead of cursing the supposed "princess" (as it was commonly believed that he be) into a deathly sleep, he became subject to bouts of narcolepsy that could only be undone with a kiss -- any would do.
Still, however, rumours radiated from the kingdom of a fair princess who was kept in slumber til she was bestowed with true love's first kiss.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:01 am
Here's the basic set up! So I've really wanted to do some sort of fairytale oriented RP for a while... and I though it'd be fun to try it out with a slightly twisted version of Sleeping Beauty! :3
What I'm needing is... some royal suitors. Really, you're free to form relationships as you want among characters -- it's just meant to be a fun and amusing little parody/comedy/romance/whatever the hell happens kind of thing. 8D
That doesn't mean you shouldn't do you best, though! So, really, please keep posts (and profiles) top notch!
Here are some basic things to know about the RP/some rules (so you really should read this):
-Aurora's Kingdom is called "Far Far Away" (original, I know 8D;;; [/sarcasm])
-you can invent a Kingdom as you wish, but it'll have to pass through me first
-magic and fairies and all that other wonderful crud exists =P
-Aurora lives in a really, really, really, really tall tower. So, really, reaching 'her' is more a test of endurance against the hundreds of steps than a battle with a dragon. That was just created by exaggerated tales from those who couldn't bear the climb. Really, dragons can't possibly be bothered with humans. We're much too small and boring (I guess sleeping is more interesting?). 8D;;;;
-"Charming" isn't a name. Not in this fairytale, anyway. If you'd like to name someone that, then boot yourself over to Cinderella land. (Prince Charming looks creepy, anyway.... I don't understand why Disney can't make a descent-looking guy when they work so hard on all the cleavage.... >>;; )
-have fun. :3
-When sending a profile application, when it says "magic words," please write the name of your favorite fairytale. (Tales that are not well known, as well as mythology, are fine! Don't worry, I've read most of the Grimm's brothers tales, as well as some others, and any Greek mythology having to do with Persephone (as well as much more) so I'm likely to have some clue as to what you're talking about. Really, I just want to see what everyone likes. <33 ) If you don't fill this out, it means you haven't read the rules/stuff (and there's not that much, either!) so you won't be accepted. <33
-NO FLAT CHARACTERS! I hate these. ;D; Flat characters are characters that only ever show one trait, or are incredibly cliche -- for example, someone who is only ever perfect and nice and wonderful with no inner doubts whatsoever is FLAT. D< Behind that unmarred exterior, he's probably an emotional reck, and probably slips up. And example of a character who is a perfectly "princely" type of person would be someone who is kind and charming, but filled with doubts and fears. An imperfection can be anything from an irational fear, an embarrassing obsession, or a medical problem (such as Hemophelia). Be creative, guys! p:
-No godmodding, please.
-keep it all PG13 in here! I know it's hard to resist the charms of an unsuspecting, sleeping (due to Narcolepsy) "princess," but... they're s'posed to be "gentlemen," right? 8D;;
-Be nice. <333
-follow all Gaia and guild rules, please. I dun' want the mods to crack down on me! xD;;
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:03 am
Arrighty, now it's time for.... Character Applications! :3 (weeheeheeheeeeee. >D ) [please PM all character applications to me <3 ] [b]Gaia Name:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Height/Weight*:[/b]
[b]Appearance**:[/b]
[b]Picture*:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Family*: [/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Magic Words***:[/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b] *optional (but helpful); as for the height/weight, don't worry, I'm bad at this, too... you can just say 'tall' or 'skinny'... but some sort of description of their physical build would be nice :3 **a picture is not enough. A lot of times it can be confusing when there's just an image and no text to explain it... and it annoys me. ;D; ***if you don't fill this out, you will incure my wrath (meaning you won't be accepted because... it's evil to ignore important things like the second post! ;^; )! D< Please take some time with the profiles! I really want some quality. :3 As for the RP sample, you don't need to make a new one for this RP. You can just copy and paste something from somewhere, if you'd like. But I wanna see how you RP before accepting/not you. :3 Good luck! x3
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:06 am
Accepted Profiles: Gaia Name: Mint Thimble Character Name: "Princess" Aurora (or "Rora" for short) Race: human :B Gender: despite common belief... maleAge: seventeen (meaning he's endured a year of Narcolepsy!) Height/Weight*: He's about 5'5"... so pretty short for a guy -- and he's a lightweight, too... He's very slender, like a girl. Appearance**: Quite often, Rora is forced into a princess' clothes, as well as a wig so that he looks... princessly. In his true appearance, he has super-straight, pale blonde hair that falls in layers to about shoulder-length. His typical wig, though, has super long pink hair that fades into a dark red around the ends -- rather like a sunset. He has impecably pale skin. His eyes are such an incredibly dark purple that they look black, unless one stands very close and there is good lighting. Picture*: with wig... ignore the text with wig to without wigPersonality: Rora is very easily annoyed. He has an incredibly bad temper and has no objections to beating his suitors into bloody pulps. Really, before his sixteenth birthday he was not nearly so bad... but after so many times of waking up by a kiss from a guy who thought, since 'she' woke up that it must be true love... well, it's rather understandable that he's grown up so uncouth. Still, Rora can act surprisingly princessly, after having had so many, many lessons on the topic. History: He's the princess Aurora. 'Nuff said. :B Family*: King Handsome and Queen Lovely. Other: Chances are, he already doesn't like you. >B Magic Words***: William Tell. :3 Gaia Name: muddyboy Character Name: Jorgan Race: Minotaur Gender: Male Age:25 Height/Weight*: Appearance**: A large Minotaur... black hooves and horns, and brindle grey and black fur. Picture*: Personality: Easily frustrated, but a gentle soul despite the fearsome reputation of his kind in common myth. (that is to say, he doesn't eat people from the center of a maze, thankyouverymuch! History: The middle child of a family with a crumbling empire, he has been sent out to find a princess to marry, preferably with land. Yep. That's his goal... taking two dozen of his father's finest warriors, he's supposed to be questibng for a princess to marry. One problem: he's gay, and hasn't the slightest interest in settling down with some human female. Yuck! wink Family*: He has a half-dozen siblings or half-siblings, and his parents are still living. See above for more on his family! Other: His men are a bit of a parody of the '300' style warriors... humans, and all men... but he can't touch them, because they're royal gaurds of his father's. That means he can't chase them off, can't tell them he doesn't WANT a princess, and can't abandon them. bleh for him! Magic Words***: Hands down, the old-style 'Beauty and the Beast' story is my favourite fairy tale... I love that one- the REAL one, not the disnified one. (which is still good mind you- but the old one is wicked and cool.... the disney one is all whimsical and the impact was lost there.) Lovova Gaia Name: Lovova Character Name: Plastic (Charming) Spoon Race:Human Gender:Male Age:25 Height/Weight*: Tall and toned with a tight butt and wide chest. Appearance**:Blond hair as bright as sunshine and twice as well-groomed, along with a pair of baby blue eyes that would make Elijah Woods jealous. Is often wearing frilly purple clothes with a little cloak on the back. Picture*:http://elenath-.deviantart.com/art/a-prince-s-portrait-45771452 Personality: An annoying p***k determined to be the greatest Prince in the lands, his idea of princely life comes from every fairytale he's ever read, who he models himself after to the obsessive point of renaming himself 'Charming', the most famous prince of all of Fairy Tales. of course, the perfect fairy tale prince would want the perfect fairy tale princess, and he's heard such good things about this Aurora girl... History:From the FineChina country, his kingdom is wealthy if it's supply of silver, and it's skill in making the worlds finest silverware. The ever so popular Spoon tool was in fact named after his great, great grandfather, Silver Spoon, something Charming is quite proud of. Family*: His Father Metal Spoon and his lovely mother Glass Spoon Other: He has a tendency to go into denial about things he doesn't want to believe... Magic Words***: Tom Thumb
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 11:17 pm
Up the tallest tower in the land of Far Far Away, amidst a shroud of both cloud and mystery, in the very highest room of all, sat the "princess" Aurora. Yes, sat. Currently, his hands were full of cards - as were those of several pixies. The young, beautiful "maiden" appeared to be concentrating very hard, his near-black eyes narrowed in thought as he stared at the cards in front of himself. He raised a hand, as if about to make a move, when, suddenly...
He collapsed onto the floor, a loud snore emminating from his mouth, strands of artificial sunset-colored hair falling across his face. The cards lay scattered where he had dropped them, one remaining clasped loosely in pale, slack digits. He looked distinctly ruffled from the fall, the wig's hairs, as well as his overly princesssly dress, splayed in all directions. It wasn't exactly the most elegant of positions, and yet Aurora somehow managed to looked absolutely stunningly gorgeous, as was usual for the "perfect princess." Of course, he was far from both. The pixies sighed in an obvious "not again" sort of way and one of them said, "Damn... every time. I had a royal flush, too..."
Really, it was a normal enough occurance. Time and time again, the prince would simply... slump over in the deadest of sleeps (apart from the real dead sleep). The pixies lifted him onto an ornate and overly girly bed, with a large, pretty-looking canopy which they drew back. Once the prince had been laid on the bed, the guardians smoothed out his skirts, fixed the positions of his hands, arms, legs, feet -- everything -- as well as smoothing the wig out neatly, to look incredibly and wonderously like any man's image of the perfect sleeping princess, the long pink and crimson locks running delicately along the sheets by his arms, some of them so long they ran off the edge of the bed. The fairies had even laid an anti-snore charm on the prince, as well as making his expression one of sleeping, and yet passionate, expectation, the deliciously pink lips wedged apart slightly.
After they had arranged him sufficiently so that he looked the very image of a maiden waiting for the wakening of true love's first kiss, they drew the curtains close around his bed.
"Well... it's about time for another suitor to appear... we've gotta clear up this mess," one of the fairies said as they began to pack away the cards.
"Right. I'll get the popcorn."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:10 am
Jorgan sulked.
Perhaps it wasn't the easiest thing, to sulk while riding a horse... especially one as LARGE as the one he was perched on. The bone-jarringly powerful gait was just plain uncomfortable in the best of times, not to mention when one was trying to SULK.
Two dozen of his father's 'finest' men, pranced behind him in perfect formation. Two long lines, paired up side by side... wearing nothing more than breastplates, shin protectors and helmets... with tiny little leather skirt-straps, and spears and shields held high.
Jorgan sulked even more.
Why had he been born a middle child? Why had his brother not died a horrible death or something, so HE could comfortably inherit the palace instead... instead of having to go a-questing like this, on some ludicrous attempt at winning a princess (so he could inherit HER lands, of course!) in some forgein country on some stupid island in some stupid new country...
Jorgan didn't even LIKE girls.
That wasn't exactly something he wanted spread about though- so he sulked. ...and sulked some more.
It might have been cute, on the right lips- a little pout and a frown on a handsome young brow... but these were NOT the right features to hold a pout.
The massive skull of a Bull, with short but growing horns, a good ten inches each... scruffy brindle fur of a deep grey with black streaks throughout... and his deep brown eyes with that scruffy Bull's Brow of a FROWN... broad floppy ears lauid flat to his skull, and arms crossed over his saddle's high front as if his body could be draped there... Sulking, damnit! Sulking!!
Now... if only those MEN would shut up... how can a perfectly grown Minotaur in perfectly bright armour, on a perfectly black warhorse(allright, allright, it was a PLOW horse... who needed to know?) be able to SULK properly with the men prancing behind him in rows, calling out a lively march?
They would hear him coming, a mile away.
They'd probably think he was a monster, and try to kill him.
Why not. The REST of his life was already doomed... He wouldn't be surprised... he pretended he'd even be happier, skewered atop some nopble human knight's spear, flying with the banner on the top of a castle parapet...
He snorted, and sulked some more, as he rode twords the castle rumoured to hold the sleeping princess...
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:52 am
That sleeping princess, however, was not what the general populous thought of 'her.' In fact, she wasn't even a princess, but instead a prince forced to live the life of an overly-sheltered, and now overly-cursed, princess. Aurora's parents' idea of an "ideal princess" was obviously that of a damsel in distress, for they had made the tower quite high indeed, and had even made rumours of dragons that stayed guard. But, of course, no such creature kept captive the 'princess.' The dragons had better things to do, after all -- like sleep. What kept Aurora in the tower was a spell -- not laid upon her by the evil fairy, but by his parents' warlock. They had decided, since it seemed that, unfortunately, their perfectly beautiful (but imperfectly temperatmented) 'daughter' would not stay willingly in the castle and so, to prevent escape, the boy would only be allowed leave if he were escorted down the long stairs by a man. And not just any man -- a suitor of some sort, it would have to be, to prevent the fairies from leading him out, should they suddenly take puty upon him.
But Aurora was sleeping. That part, at least, was somewhat true, as the prince had once again fallen prey to a bought of magical Narcolepsy. But, suffice to say, he was not at all enjoying his condition and the curse had made him even more foul-tempered than was usual, which was something as he had always been rather hot-headed. Now, however, he was quite prone to random explosions of fury -- and the fairies were growing quite tired of this, needless to say. In short, the sooner the prince found a suitable suitor, the better, and so they always dressed him up to his prettiest when he fell asleep, on the off chance that a prince or knight of some sort might happen upon to tower.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 2:23 pm
It was just such a day, too... when the panoply of armour by two dozen and one marched their way up to the tower door... The horse gave a shrill whinny, which mgiht have been interpreted by the gaurdians as a stallion's cry, but was in fact horse for "OW, stop tripping on the reins as you dismount, you moron!"
Jorgan picked himself up off the ground, and dusted himself off. Fine... fine... at least he didn't dent the shiny chestplate... he Drug his favourite weapon off the horse's saddle, and tucked it under one arm... whipping the small shield around the other arm and stalking up to the door... he'd have porobably looked better with some great axe, but in fact the spear was not just his favourite weapon, but his most coveted gift as well... and he had NO intention of leaving it behind with his (glance ...*groan*) Men.
Couldn't they have sent him with two dozen scantily clad FEMALE warriors??
He sighed, and hammered on the door, shouting, "little pigs, little pigs, let me come in! ...or some s**t like that... open the ******** door... I cvame for your princess!"
Maybe they'd be offended, and he could kill them all and go home in defeat... that could work... right?
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 2:35 pm
"What an incredibly rude caller we have." There was a pixie -- now sized the same as normal human being -- sitting atop a tree branch, his minty green eyebrows arched towards the heavens -- eyebrows that matched perfectly his incredibly bright green hair. His voice was dry -- he seemed like someone who would say something sensible without emotion, only for the words have some sort of undercurrent of dark humour that none besides than himself or his friends would understand. In short, he was a propper sort of jerk. "Usually the knights in shining armour try to at least look good for the first few minutes, before they start up the stairs and start sweating like all Hell's breaking loose. The door's unlocked, by the way, not that it'll do you much good. There are a lot more stairs than it looks like."
Mint, for so the fairy was named, was quite rude in his own ill-humoured way, though it was decidedly less pronounced than Jorgan's. The fairy didn't even bat an eyelid at the other's appearance -- he had seen far stranger in his time, after all. "And, by the way, there are no pigs in the tower. Just some fairies, hundreds of stairs, and the princess," he said, a small grin upon his lips. What was so funny, however, could not possibly be apparent to the other party, as they all seemed quite certain that the princess was, in fact, a she. And Mint's favorite jokes were inside jokes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 4:03 pm
Jorgan SIGHED loudly... and reached down to turn the knob. Why him... why why why why...
He had to c**k his great head just a bit to avoid the embarassment of banging his horns on the doorframe... oh, he'd done THAT once or twice now! hrmf. None of that for HIM!
But proper manners might have been called for, he began to think, as he started up the stairs. After all, if other princes had been here, and failed... then he probably won't succeed either, and that'd be a GOOD thing... so he could at least be polite about it, yes?
It would have been a hard thing to miss... the huffing and puffing of a Minotaur, going up the stairwell...
To make it worse, the men tightly packed together to watch... their heads following the huffing and snorting and ringing sound of hooves as he went around... and around... and around- only to STAGGER unexpectedly whe the stairs finally run out without warning, and the stairwell spits him out at the top. CHUFF!
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 5:42 pm
And there Aurora lay, a lovelier sight imposible to find, his beauty so incredibly breathtaking that it would cause anyone to stare, no matter their prefferences. A small stream of breathing came from between his lips, silent and unnoticable apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest, over which his porcelein pale hands were clasped. The fairies had disapeared, hidden away and invisible in the room to watch. After all, with such an... odd visitor, this waking was likely to be even more interesting than the others.
Mint had followed the other up the stairs and stood silently beside the door, somehow having managed to successfully squeeze his way around the crowd. He glanced for a moment at the sleeping prince, checking to see that everything was in order -- which, of course, it was. All that was left was for the other prince to administer the little "wake-up kiss" and then it would be like watching a horribly twisted comedy unfold.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:54 pm
It would have been funny enough, watching the huge Minotaur regather himself... pace powerfully up to the bed, and gaze down apon the 'princess' ...but somehow the look on his face made it a thousandfold times better.
Jorgan looked like he was staring at the world's larged spam-loaf.
He flicked his ears back, as his life undoubtedly flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed those eyes shut, so he could bend over the human form, and... KISS her.
EWwwww... kissing a GIRL.
A girl that would be his BRIDE, if this whole curse thing were true.
A girl that was about to wake... if he were the forshadowed 'true love'... which Jorgan was QUITE sure he wasn't on HIS end! ...but who knew how curses worked? Maybe he could have her poisoned, or... He looked green within a moment of planting his kiss- thinking of her dying in childbirth implied a... child.
Jorgan was pretty sure he was going to throw up at the mere thought.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:06 pm
And, as per usual, Aurora woke. Dark amethyst hues, so deep a color they were nearly black, flickered open from beneath golden eyelashes. His eyes widened, then, as he saw just what was kissing him. And the supposed 'princess' was scrambling off that bed like all hell had just broken loose and Satan himself was set after him. "Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-YOU! What the HELL is going on?!?" he demanded, unable to stop the stuttering. His eyes flickered from the foreign prince and then to Mint. "YOU STUPID FAIRY!" he exclaimed, his pale face flushed with anger. "I told you -- I told you -- that if I fell asleep, just to freaking wake me up again and not wait for some stupid knight in shining armour to come and 'rescue the princess.'" His tone was reaching histerical.
"And you!!" he continued, whirling around to face Jorgan, his face suffused with an odd sort of triumphant anger. "Don't think just because of some stupid kiss this is supposed to be... happily ever after, or whatever. Sorry, but the general populus doesn't know half the truth." With that, he raised one perfectly porcelein hand to his head and yanked off the sunset colored wig, revealing much shorter (but still rather long for a boy) blond hair. From there, he struggled to wiggle out of the princess' dress, obviously getting quite a lot of trouble from it. Underneath were much simpler clothes -- a loose, sleeveless shirt that made it impossible to tell his gender, as well as a pair of dark pencil jeans.
"Mint, why the hell didn't you wake me up?!" he demanded, seeming to have calmed down slightly after having taken off the princessly garb.
"I thought it'd be amusing," the fairy replied. For a moment, Aurora looked as if he were about to explode once more, but he did manage to keep his anger in check. He had turned away from Jorgan, now completely ignoring them. It was rather painfully obvious that he expected them to leave.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:30 am
Jorgan's jaw fell open with an audible clack. His head swiveled about on massive neck muscles, as the 'princess' was transformed... or... unmasked... he wasn't sure which.
He could do little, except to point one powerful hand, and accuse in a stammery voice, "You woke up." So wait... which was the 'half true' part? This was not going to be good.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 3:46 pm
This comment seemed to have, unfortunately, once more wakened the prince's rage. He turned back towards Jorgan, eyes blaming. "Yeah. I wish I wasn't, but I am," he replied, his voice steady, but full of supressed rage. "It'd be better at least if it was the whole 'kiss the princess and live happily ever after if she wakes up' thing, but it doesn't really work that way. See, my parents really wanted a daughter. I mean really. As in, willing to sacrifice the pride of their only son to get a perfect princess. So here's to me, stuck in a tower wearing dresses and looking like some... some fragile bimbo lady," he uttered in a disgusted tone.
"And so, you know, when the evil fairy wasn't invited to the supposed 'princess'' sweet sixteen, she got her panties in a knot and decided to curse me. Only, since she cursed the princess, it didn't work to well. So basically I'm like... and enchanted Narcoleptic. Which means I wake to any kiss. So don't think you're anything special, just 'cuz I'm awake." Obviously, Aurora was both highly rude and angry. He didn't care who the hell Jorgan was -- prince or no prince. Anyone who attempted to kiss him without his permission (meaning while he was asleep) was immidiately black listed. And Aurora held grudges. What was worse, his kingdom was both powerful and rich enough to support his grudges, should he ever inherit the throne.
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