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- Announcements 8/06/09 -

Due to inactivity, some of the previous characters have reopened for grabs. If your character was removed and you wish to become active again, please PM me with the request. If the character is taken before I receive said request, it will remain with the new owner.


Rules:

1. Minai chan and Urban Thorne are the Mods of this thread. Our word is law, yada yada.
2. No God-like characters. No cybering. No hamsters.
3. Profiles must be accepted before roleplaying. Someone might already have claim on the character you want.
4. Rules subject to change at any time.
5. Normal Gaia and Guild rules apply.
6. No l33t speak or chat speak of any kind, not even for decoration.
7. No changing the fairytale character's gender.
8. I'm currently putting a limit of 2-3 characters per person. I might reconsider if you have an excellent reason, but I really want to give everyone a chance to play.
9. Do not alter your font to be a smaller size. Let me repeat that.. Don't do it!!! I know a lot of people like to, (( see this? This is bad )) but my eyesight is not the best and it is very, very difficult for me to read. (( I will strangle you!! )) If you change the font to be smaller, (( Slow, painful agony!! )) expect a PM asking you to change it back. (( DEATH!!! ))

*Field any questions or concerns to Minai chan or Urban Thorne, we're more than willing to help.

Profile Standards:

Fairy Tale:
Nickname: Only your favorite one, this will show up as your main title. If no nickname is desired, you can use the character name here.

Character Name:
Username:
Species:
Apparent Age: ~What you look like. You might be centuries old, but a normal person glancing at you won't be able to tell. If you wish to describe your true age, place that in the Bio.~

Description & Picture link: ~I will link to your picture, as well as size it as need be to place it within your profile~

Personality: Self explanatory.

Traumatic History: ~Must be at least a paragraph~ Explain how your fairytale as been twisted and how that has influenced your character; whether you are a sociopath, homicidal maniac, tragic emo, OCD psycho, mushroom popping manic depressant..

Place of Dwelling: ~ Must include a description of the place you call home related to your fairytale. If you are Red, this might include some details about your granny's house or the woods in the fairytale; Cinderella, this would could describe your place at the hearth, Rapunzel, the tower where you are locked away; etc.

Malfunction: If you have a particular obsessive peave, phobia, tragic momento, etc this is where you name it. Explanations as to why it is your malfunction is optional.

Quest: OPTIONAL! If applicable, this is where you list your quest, goal, life-long dream, need for vengence, etc. This can be updated if settled or changed by the rp.

*Notice that you do not have to put up a sexual orientation or romantic interest in a separate field, but if you wish to include that, or fit it somehow into your bio or description, that's fine ^.^

Disney versions of fairy tales will not be accepted.

You have the internet, look up the original story. If you submit an Ariel, Mulan, or Giselle to me, they will die in a kind of screaming-in-agony-as-their-skin-melts-off, and generally rather unpleasant death.

Note on Shapeshifting Abilities:

If you have the ability to shapeshift, your clothes do not shift with you. When you switch from one form to the other, you are as naked as the day you were born. This means if you shift with your clothes on, depending on the size of the animal you shift into, they will probably be torn and/or ruined. This applies to any and all characters.

The White Cat


The White Cat

Username: Minai chan
Birthname: Ephonine
Species: Cursed feline shapeshifter. When in feline form she is still capable of human speech.
Apparent Age: Appears to be in her late teens.

Description: Dark, silky locks fall loosely to caress her bare shoulders. Her pale azure irises lifeless behind her downcast gaze. A white velvet collar bordered with tiny dew drop diamonds tenderly hugs the pale skin of her neck, the only piece of adornment shared by both her human and feline forms. Whilst in her larger bipedal state, her slender frame is embraced by a beautifully embroidered corset. The delicate material of her long, gossamer skirts give her movements a wispy, ghost-like appearance. She is often mistaken for a tragic spirit, wandering bare foot through the forest, silhouetted in the moonlight.

Personality: As a cat she is surprisingly friendly. Having been trapped as a small feline for so long, she craves intelligent conversation and human touch. Ephonine has long since resigned herself to a cursed existence, attempting to find contentment within the walls of her beautiful prison. With each sunset she is returned to her humanoid form. For Ephonine it is nightly torture, mocking her attempts to accept her fate and make the most of her feline reality. Internally, she has yet to release her desperate grasp upon her humanity. Her favorite pet is a stunningly beautiful little dog, small enough to fit within a hollowed acorn. Her favorite steed is wiry monkey.

Traumatic History: Ephonine's mother was a young and selfish queen who promised her infant daughter and son to the Fae after being foolishly seduced by their earthly delights. When she was of age, the Fae arranged for Ephonine to be married to one of their Faerie Kings, who unfortunately was an old and heartless creature. Mortified at the threat of being bound to the tyrant forever, Ephonine and her brother attempted to escape the Fae together. However, they did not get far before the enraged faeries caught up to them. The brother was magically turned into a beautiful peacock and given to one of the Fae Queens for her pleasure. Ephonine was sent to the house of a nobleman who had also caused them displeasure. The nobleman was blinded and spirited away to die wandering in the snow. Ephonine and the rest of the household was then cursed to live the rest of eternity in feline form. Of all of the cats, only Ephonine returns to her humanoid body at nightfall and remains such until dawn.

Place of Dwelling: Ephonine is the Lady of Chateau Dauphin, governess to the animalistic circus that the estate has become. A splendid mansion, covered in overgrown ivy, hidden deep within a dense forest. The once magnificent courtyard is now overrun with wild foilage. Vines twist up the length of the stone pillars and water lillies ornament the forgotten fountain. All of the household servants have been transformed into nothing but a pair of white gloved hands that float silently about as they do her bidding. The other humanoids remaining on the property were also transformed into cats, the animals changed into exotic creatures or animated toys.


Malfunction: Hidden inside a wistfully forgotten jewelry box lies a charm bracelet. The sight of which can bring tears to her eyes.

Quest: Ephonine has long desired to find some means to control the curse governing her shapeshifting. She wants nothing more than to have a choice of what form she holds, even if only for short periods of time.

Little Red Riding Hood


Red

Username: Mr. Eccentricity
Character Name: Red Riding Hood
Species: Human
Apparent Age: 17

Personality: Red is distant from anyone and never tries to socialize, though she sometimes feels protective of certain people. She used to be very curious, but now she suppresses it, since it led to terrible circumstances. She likes flowers and never trusts anyone. Ever. She is very gullible but acts tough to make up for it.

Traumatic History: Red was just a little girl, barely ten, when the wolf entered her life. She was never the same again. After going off into the woods, distracted by the beautiful flowers, the wolf went to her beloved grandmother's house - which was her eventual destination - and ate her. When Red arrived, the wolf ate her too, due to her own gullibility and foolishness. A hunter came, killed the wolf, and cut both Red and her grandmother out of the beast's stomach. However, the grandmother, being as sick as she was, did not survive the ordeal. Red was traumatized, and a year passed before Red would interact with people. Having no one to care for her, the hunter took her in as his own and taught her his trade. Now she is seventeen and on her own, only having her precious axe and crossbow for companions. [Anti-social, paranoid, and homicidal]

Place of Dwelling: When she is not hunting in the woods, she lives in her grandmother's cottage. What used to be bright, happy, and full of life is now run-down, dirty, and smells of death. Furs of her past kills cover most of the walls and floors of the main room. The only pleasant things residing there are the numerous flowers about, though most of them are dying. There is a radius of dirt around the cottage, as if nothing is willing to grow there. Otherwise, there are plenty of wildflowers. The forest is dark, and not matter how many beasts she kills, there are always more, waiting for innocent, gullible children.

Malfunction: She goes mad upon seeing any beasts, especially those who can talk, and tries to kill them. She refuses to sleep; how can she when a wolf could come at any time? Also, any mention or happening of death - unless she caused it - drives her mad, as she remembers her grandmother dying beside her.

Eglė the Queen of Serpents


Egle

Username: Xylophone Master
Character Name: Eglė, pronounced Eh-gahl
Species: Naga
Apparent Age: 22

Description: Eglė is a beautiful woman from the waist up. Her hair falls to her back in ebony waves, shorter strands tend to stay in front of her face from time to time. Her features are sharp and very defined, not an inch of fat in her stark cheeks. Long pointed ears, like that of the elves, hold back her long hair as well as two curling horns of a deep violet. A small blouse with silver chains across her arms adorns her upper half, leaving her belly button, most of her stomach and all of her back exposed. Beneath the waist her serpent half begins, a long coiling snake's tail instead of legs. The scales are another deep violet with flecks of blue, small spines run along her back, growing larger as they reach the end of her tail. Her eyes are a fearsome blood red, her fingernails a constant black, and fangs glisten between her pearly white teeth, filled with a deadly poison.

Personality: Eglė doesn't trust humans very much, she does not see many, but when she does she immediately suspects something. To other creatures the naga is friendly until given a reason to be otherwise. She is extremely interested in finding another husband and therefore flirts with about every male that she comes into contact with. Many find her species repulsive, but she doesn't mind it anymore. If betrayed she becomes extremely hostile to everyone and will not stop until she has had vengeance. Her emotions are extremely unstable and bringing up her dead husband can send her into a fit of tears or a fit of rage. It is hard to tell just what she'll do, Eglė is quite unpredictable.

Traumatic History: When Eglė was just a young girl she discovered a snake hiding in her clothes after she had finished her bath. The snake said he would not leave until she swore herself to him. Not realizing what it could possibly mean she swears herself to him and the snake leaves. Three days later thousands of snakes return, ready to retrieve the unknowing bride. Eglė's relatives however will not stand for this and trick the snakes three times, giving them an animal in place of the young girl each time. Finally the snakes succeed in capturing Eglė and took her to the bottom of the ocean where her groom awaited. Instead of finding a human man like the story states she found a half snake king named Žilvinas. Using a deep magic he transformed the innocent Eglė into a serpentine creature such as himself. They were married as Eglė had promised, they lived a happy life as King and Queen of serpents. Eventually Eglė wanted to visit her old family again, growing homesick for the sisters and parents she had left behind. Žilvinas thought it too dangerous, but after some persuasion allowed her to leave. Her family upon seeing what she had become were disgusted and wanted Žilvinas' blood. They beat Eglė, but she would not show them how to summon him. Finally they tricked her into revealing it and killed her beloved husband. Outraged she fled to the sea, planning her revenge on the ones who used to be her family.

Place of Dwelling: Eglė makes her home in an enormous castle deep beneath the ocean waves. While half of it is completely submerged in water the other half was built into a deep labyrinth of caves which is accessible from the surface so that creatures that do not breathe water may visit the palace under the sea. If any human were to set eyes on it they would compare it to the mythical city of Atlantis. Half snake could easily be mistaken for half fish, Eglė believes that this city was the inspiration for Atlantis. The walls seem to be made of the coral itself, blending in to the rocks that surround it. Inside the palace is like any other, with marble pillars and fine art lining the walls. It is indeed a beautiful sight, no human has ever set eyes upon it and those that had were not human for very long.

Malfunction: Bringing up her husband will most likely set off her weird emotions.

Quest: She wants vengeance upon her family as well as to find a new husband.

Snow White and Rose Red


Rose

Username: Poetic Lilly
Character Name: Rose Red
Species: Human
Apparent Age: 18

Personality: Rose can appear very calm, and friendly. She enjoys other’s company, and dislikes being alone. In nature, she is truly happy, and calm, but do not let her dwell on Snow White. She will spiral into a dark depression as she often does. Rose brushes off her moods, and calls them normal. Underneath the calm happiness, she is wicked. She enjoys manipulating people, and hurting married couples.

Traumatic History: Rose was young when the bear entered her life. After her sister, and her saved the bear, who was in fact a trapped prince. Rose was married to her sister’s husband brother, but had never desired to be married, and was trapped in the marriage. She stayed only to please her sister. Snow White, her beloved sister, still enjoyed being a housekeeper, and Rose Red still wanted to run free. Her rage began to fuel her, and she snapped the day he tried to force her to bear his heir. She butchered her family, Snow White and all.


Place of Dwelling: Rose has yet to decide on which house she actually wishes to be in. She during the long summer months is in her mother’s cabin now. It has become covered by white and red roses, the same bushes that her mother got their names from. One can barely see the old place. Inside it is worn down, and not well cared for. Her other home is the castle of her husband’s. It is excellent condition, because of the servants. Well, the remaining ones. She stays during the winters, mainly in Snow White’s room. Her old room is covered in dust, and the floor is still a rusty red.

Malfunction: ANY mention of her sister sends her into a homicidal rage. She will butcher and kill until the urge leaves, anywhere from a few seconds, to several hours. She also has some unidentified triggers that cause her to snap as well.

Peter Pan


A Drop of Jealousy

Username: Silken Pearl
Character Name: Tinkerbelle, or Tink
Species: Fairy
Apparent Age: 19

Description: Tinkerbell has long blonde hair that frames her small face perfectly. Kept usually into two loose pigtails she gives off a sensual vibe. A pair of pure white elegant wings adorn most of her back, appearing extremely delicate and almost immaterial. Her petite body is covered to the bare minimum. Her sleeveless top glitters without the need of light, and is seen as white as her wings. An intricate lace armband covers her left upperarm, matching her top almost exactly. Tinkerbells whole body seems to glitter and glow incessantly, her only dark feature being the outline of her shockingly green eyes. As a fairy Tinkerbell is the size of a miniature doll, capable of sitting in the palm of ones hand.

Personality: Every aspect of her is designed to draw people in. On the outside Tinkerbell is a sweet angel, seemingly harmless. Though she hardly speaks actual words others find themselves easily capable to understand her through other methods. She befriends as many as she can with gracious invitation, but her inner voice despises them all. Because her kind are so small she can only feel one true emotion at a time.

Traumatic History: Once upon a time in a land called Neverland Tinkerbell truly was all good and kind. She danced on the flower petals every sunrise and accompanied her love Peter on crazy adventures throughout the land. After she had taught Peter to fly he began to disappear every night, returning in the early morning. One day he arrived later than usual, following him another girl. He called her Wendy. The two went on adventures together, and Tinkerbell was soon easily forgotten. She hated Wendy for stealing him away from her, and knew that with her around Peter Pan would never love her. For this reason she managed to join forces with the notorious Captain Hook and forever banish Wendy from their land. Though even then Peter never loved Tinkerbell as she him.

Place of Dwelling: Living in Neverland she is surrounded by the magic of nature. Each night she finds shelter within the same waterlily sitting on a lilypad in the river. There she has everything she needs, even a few surrounding fairies with similar homes as her. Creating a fairy neighborhood.

Malfunction: Mentioning Wendy or another girl with Peter can send her on a rampage for hours.

Quest: Tinkerbell now lives with one goal in mind, to be capable of resizing herself to appear like the average human. She believes her small size is the only thing stopping Peter from being with her. To allow her 'happily ever after' to occur she must absorb the lives of humans who find themselves enchanted by her fairy beauty and abilities.



Pan


Username: Draw_Kill
Character Name: Peter Pan
Species: human…ish
Apparent Age: 19

Personality: He’s the very essence of curiosity and childhood. He’s never without something to wonder about. Of course he’s grown quite a bit since Wendy left his life, now 19 years of age by his looks, he is still a kid in heart.

Traumatic History: It all started when he met a girl named Wendy. She joined him and his lost boys and, after a while, he fell in love. Tinkerbelle, unknowingly to Peter, teamed up with Hook to get rid of her but when Peter followed Hook to the real world to save her, Hook killed her in front of him. And because childhood is the kingdom where no one dies, Peter started to age till he turned nineteen some years later. In retaliation Peter killed Shmee, Hooks right-hand man and said, if any of hooks men ever came to the southern half of the island, he would kill them too. After a few tries and 7 dead men, no one ever crossed that line again. The years went bye and the lost boys went back to the real world to grow up and Peter soon forgot about them the way anyone who lives there does. But he never forgot about Wendy, his first and only love.

Place of Dwelling: The place he dwells is the southern half of the area known as Neverland.

Malfunction: a thimble, a pocket watch which scared Hook to shambles and his teddy are his only things he carries as momentos. NEVER, EVER talk to him about growing up.

Thirteenth Tale


Shadow

Username: Urban Thorne
Character Name: Shadow
Species: She appears to be human, or some variant thereof
Apparent Age: Late teens? Early twenties? Witching blood makes it a tad hard to tell...

Description: Once upon a time, our little Shadow found an ancient chest, forgotten in a dusty closet, in the house the kindly couple who raised her lived in. The dress within was ancient, but clearly of a ball-room styling, complete with corset, petticoats a-plenty, delicate slippers, and all the things intended to make a young girl look to be a woman. Finely chiseled bones shaping pale skin and angular features of face, the clean lines of collarbone and shoulder overlayed by toned body-type used to a day's work in the garden displayed above the bodice of the corset, with matching thin wrists terminated by slender hands and long fingers emerging from the connected sleeves. Corset itself accented the slender curves of the young woman, though hinting little of the wiry strength concealed beneath the overlapping layers, and the plethora of petticoats similarly concealed the slenderly muscled legs and delicate feet hidden beneath. Expressive eyes had stared long into the mirror, slanted portals into the soul wondering at the mysterious being who gazed back, before courage finally failed at a sound behind and below, whereupon the dress was quickly disrobed and hidden away once more, the little Shadow darting from view.

Personality:They wished to call her Meredithe, but the reason Shadow always stuck so well was because, well... it so aptly descrybed her. Impish, playful in an unrestrained, and occasionally uncontrolled way, she had a definite tendency to slip between the fingers and disappear from sight as needed. The mistresses of the house she and the kindly couple dwelled in paid little attention to the worries of the outside world, but the outside world paid a great deal of attention indeed... and little Shadow wasn't supposed to be there. So she became rather adept at hiding, and mimicry, and all other manners of survival... for she had a rather similar appearance to the mistresses of the house, and would occasionally stand in for them. Mistress of the gardens, tender of the animals of the land, preparer of the evening food, ever since the Missus became too invalid of mind to do it, and overall aide to the work-hand. Such things, and perhaps a bit of the Fae in her blood, were the perfect makings for a hedge-doctor, a hearthwoman... a witch of the earth.


Traumatic History: "Picture this. A boy and a girl; one rich, one poor. Most often it's the girl who's got no gold and that's how it is in this story. There didn't have to be a ball. A walk in the woods was enough for these two to stumble into each other's paths. Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times. Our girl's pumpkin is just a pumpkin, and she crawls home after midnight, blood on her petticoats, violated. There will be no footman at the door with moleskin slippers tomorrow. She knows that already. She's not stupid. She is pregnant, though.

In due time, as things always come, the girl gave birth to a girl. Being unwed and of no import, she was forced to raise the poor thing in poverty and filth, always struggling, always making compromises. In time, such things weigh so heavily, that one either bends and grows stronger, or breaks: it only took a couple short years before the girl took her unwanted child to the gardens where the boy was known to come calling often, where the child was left to wander.

Halfway along a path in a garden she has never been to before, cold and hungry, the child suddenly realizes she is alone. Behind her is the garden door that leads into the forest. It remains ajar. Is her mother behind it still? Ahead of her is a shed that, to her child's mind, has the look of a little house. A place she might shelter. Who knows, there might even be something to eat. The garden door? Or the little house? Door? Or house? The child hesitates. She hesitates..." ~ The Thirteenth Tale

Place of Dwelling: Everything was beginning to turn so well, until the fire. Now her home is burned to ash, and her past destroyed. All the places of memory are gone, and the little Shadow was cast "free" to wander where she could...

Malfunction: All the woes of her life come from the avarice of others, and the denials for the betterment of their own image. Self-grandiose mannerisms and the putting on of airs unearned stirs a red anger within her only matched or bested by two things: The forceful removal of one's personal choice and freedom... and fire unrestrained, unconfined, and all-consuming...

Wicked


Elphaba

Username: Urban Thorne
Character Name: Elphaba
Species: Human...?
Apparent Age: Early twenties, or something similar...

Description: Elphaba was never what anyone would consider a "beauty", by any means. Petite to the point of almost being too thin, very angular of features, slanted eyes of a gold-flecked earthen brown, surprisingly beautiful ebon-coloured hair falling in a silken cascade straight to her narrow waist (when it wasn't bound and hidden beneath her hat, as it usually was), and moss-green features... definitely what most would call a "freak" where she came from. Her attire made no attempts at softening any of this, either; A simple black dress, similar to that of several of the religious orders where she dwelt, except for the colour, a peaked black hat that started as a reminder of a long-lost childhood jest, simple and functional black leather boots, with similarly useful black stockings... and a broom. What witch would be complete without the witch's hat and broom? She was always clean, at least... and always had the faint scent of some earthy, faintly musky oil. No dirty, nasty witch here.

Personality: Elphaba would almost be called anti-social, if one didn't know her... and didn't bother to try and prod her out of being "polite". Because being polite meant she stayed silent, rather than flare to sudden, passionate life... her words afire with dedication, her keen gaze piercing as she exposed you to the searing power of her beliefs. Being polite meant that she listened to your lack of interest, and tried not to shatter your narrow view of the world with the wrongs going on around you, the persecutions of your equals, and the removal of your rights... your voice... your choices. Yes, anti-social would definitely be the best-suited description of her...

Traumatic History: Fate was a cruel Mistress, as Elphaba could well attest to... and it seemed that Fate had determined that everything in Elphaba's life was doomed to fail. Starting with a family that viewed her at best a caretaker for her crippled sister, at worst a curse from the Unnamed God, continuing with a brief moment of hope being shattered when she was forced to leave the most prestegious school in all of Oz, and climaxing with her life as a guerrila terrorist against the Wizard himself... and the death of the single person she allowed herself to show her love to, Elphaba found every single thing she set her hand to dramatically, and painfully, coming apart at the end, usually to the detriment of those around her. She had traveled to her lover's lands to try to make amends to his wife, only to fail in that endeavor as well, as the wife would hear nothing of her apologies, of her confessions... and instead found herself experimenting with the modification of animals, trying to teach them to stop being mere beasts, to become Beasts... and trying to understand a book that seemed to be determined to remain unreadable to her. It was this very book, this mystic Grimmerie, that she blamed on her current situation...

Place of Dwelling: She had dwelled in the ancient keep of her murdered lover, far to the west of the Emerald City, until a fateful reading of a phrase momentarily clear in her Grimmerie transported her suddenly, bewilderingly, and forcefully to a strange land... with a sudden storm fiercely roaring up on her.

Malfunction: Elphaba's father had crafted her sister a pair of shoes... a final gift from the family that never loved her that she desperately wanted. Elphaba also has a desperate need to make amends to those she feels she has wronged... and a terrible understanding of her relationship with water, and how brutally it would injure her.

The Three Sisters


Molly

Username: Minai chan
Character Name: Molly Whipple
Species: Human
Apparent Age: Seventeen or so..

Personality: Molly is passionate, fierce, and fiendishly clever. Although she is not an innately malicious girl, experience has hammered into her the truth behind that ancient motto: ” Do unto others as they would have done to you.” Thus if someone has wronged her, or something even attempted to wrong her, Molly is very keen on returning the favour. For this she embraces another proverb of old, the grand rule of three. For every wrong one does unto Molly, she will bring it back to thee times three. Through sheer necessity, Molly has become an exceptional liar, able to spin the trickiest and most believable tales at a moment’s notice. This nicely honed skill has saved her skin on more than one occasion, and has even brought some fortune her way when she so desired. She certainly has no intention of giving it up, especially now that she is once again on her own. Because of her families disposition on the value of men versus women, Molly tends to be rather wary and cynical of the gentlemen folk.

Traumatic History: Molly was part of a very large and very poor family. One day her parents decided that their poverty had reached such depths, they could no longer afford to keep all of their children. It was thus that Molly and her two older sisters were abandoned deep in the woods. After all, boys are far more desirable for a family to keep then girls! Cold and hungry, the girls found themselves at the door of a large cottage. They soon discovered this to be the home of a great giant, his wife, and their three daughters. Although the wife seemed to be compassionate to their plight, Molly did not trust the woman anymore than the giant himself. That night when the giant attempted to slaughter the three orphans, Molly managed to outsmart the big oaf, tricking him into killing his own kin while she and her sisters managed to escape. Once again on their own, Molly knew her two older siblings would be useless for any sort of solution to their predicament, so she alone would be forced to find them a suitable place to stay. However, all of the anger and loathing built up from first her parent’s abandonment and then the giantess’s betrayal had built up inside of her. In passionate defiance Molly decided that she would show them all. They might have come from a life of poverty, but now they would be treated like queens.

Dedicated entirely to her cause, Molly towed her sisters straight to the royal palace itself. Marching up the stairs with purpose, she conned her way into an audience with the king. In return for providing her sisters with room and board, Molly told him, she would be willing to prove to the king that she, Molly Whipple, could rid him of the horrible giant that had been terrorizing his countryside. The king of course, did not believe this child to be capable of such feats. Out of morbid amusement he agreed and sent her on her way, quiet sure that she would never return. Return she did however, and to his great amazement, she had the giant’s own sword gripped in her small hands! Now, the king wanted the grand weapon for himself. “Ah ah ah,” said Molly to the king, “I promised proof in return for my sister’s ward. If you want to keep the sword, that is a different bargain entirely.” Desperate for his enemy’s prize, the king agreed to allow Molly’s oldest sister to marry his oldest son. Molly announced that she could bring something else of great value to the king, and another deal was struck. The king watched in fascination as Molly once again returned from the giant’s lair, this time bringing the golden purse the brute kept beneath his pillow. This was how Molly’s second sister was then wed to the king’s second son. With the promise of her own betrothal to the king’s youngest heir, Molly set out once more and this time, she had the pleasure of mortifying the court as she presented the giant’s head as her gift to the king. Much rejoicing filled the land as word of the giant’s death spread, along with the proclamation of Molly’s royal wedding to the youngest son. Molly however, grew weary of palace life after only a few days. The concept of being waited on hand and foot like some sort of spoiled trophy did not appeal to her young and jaded mind. Therefore the night before the wedding, under the familiar cover of darkness Molly fled from the palace. They would never catch sight of her again.

Place of Dwelling: Molly has grown accustomed to a nomadic existence. Generally she keeps to the cover of the forest, both for protection and the comfort of such familiar surroundings. Everything she needs to live is kept on her person at all times, giving her the freedom of flight at a moment’s notice.

Malfunction: Molly is deeply distrustful of strangers, especially the paternal sort. She believes people to be innately selfish and self-serving. Why else would her parents have abandoned she and her sisters to die? If anyone takes effort to cause Molly harm, she feels an uncontrollable need to bring justice to the situation. She will go to great lengths to ensure her revenge.

Pinocchio


Knut

Username: Draw_Kill
Character Name: Pinocchio
Species: Puppet
Apparent Age: 15

Personality: Pinocchio's actually a nice guy, Knotts is not however. You see, he has MPD, multiple personality disorder. Pinocchio is well, still pinocchio but not naive, and knotts is a happy go-lucky killer who likes to makes skeletons into dolls on strings, like he use to be. He only kills evil people though, thinking that, by erasing some of the evil he's seen, it will alleviate the curse, if only slightly. Pin and Knotts can speak to each other as voices in thier head. one of three, the third just likes to make them miserable for the fun of it, never showing itself to them.


Traumatic History: He meets a boy named Romeo—nicknamed Candlewick because he is so tall and skinny. Candlewick is about to go to a place called the Land of Play, where everyone plays all day and never works. Pinocchio goes along with him and they have a wonderful time in the land of Play—until one morning Pinocchio awakes with donkey ears. A mouse tells him that boys who do nothing but play and never work always grow into donkeys. Within a short while Pinocchio has become a donkey. He is sold to a circus and is trained to do all kinds of tricks. Then one night in the circus he falls and sprains his leg. The circus owner sells the donkey to a man who wants to skin him and make a drum. The man throws the donkey into the sea to drown him — and brings up a living wooden boy. Thinking he has been tricked, the man tries to take a silver axe to the doll to chop him into bits, but Pinocchio fights back and ends up taking the axe to the man out of hate, and the man, with his last breath, curses the wooden boy so that his body would reflect his heart. And, although his nose never grew when he lied afterwards, as he slowly but surely came to know the world for what it was, his form became skeletal and demented. His face always stayed the same though, no matter how much the rest of him changed, he even grows, 1 years growth for every 7 years.


Place of Dwelling: He wanders from forest to forest, looking for a way to remove his curse. He's heard talk of a witch, so he's looking for her.

Malfunction: Phobia 1; FIRE, being made of wood, he happens to light up PRETTY easily. Phobia #2; Lumberjacks, ‘nuff said. Never try to trick him out of his stuff or he will go after you with a vengeance.

Quest: To become a real boy so his curse will be lifted.

Beauty and the Beast


Belle

Username: Avalon Ethernis
Species: Human…Fairy?
Apparent Age: 23

Description: Belle has dirty blond hair that balances well with her pale skin and dark brown eyes. She wears a black lace choker. She also wears a dark blue corset and a silk red skirt with black sheer draped over it.Her delicate features barely betray the guilt eating at her heart.

Personality: Belle now knows that not all beasts are cruel, that some may even be human. She can be a little too trusting when it comes to the matter of non-humans. But she does not trust fairies and is wary of humans. She loves roses.

Traumatic History: Was raised by a merchant when her parents gave her to him to replace his own dead daughter. Her mother is the fairy that transformed the Prince into the Beast. The merchant sent her to Beast’s castle when he tried to take a rose from his garden to give to Belle. Belle believed that the Prince was being held captive in the castle and searched for him relentlessly though she knew she loved the Beast. Because she did not tell the Beast how she truly felt, he died because of a broken heart. When the Beast died he turned back into the handsome Prince. Guilt still eats at Belle’s heart.

Place of Dwelling: Belle still resides in Beast’s castle, although it has been empty for a very long time. The only companions she has are a cat, named Beast, that she rescued from the forest the castle resides in and the roses she tends to everyday, which are the only flowers that grow inside and outside of the castle.

Malfunction: Has an obsession with roses. She still holds the Beast’s treasured rose, though it has long since wilted, but not died. She goes mad when something or someone, especially beasts and fairies, has deceived her and will try with all her power to kill them. She also goes mad when someone tries to get her to talk about her past love.

Quest: In search of her fairy mother who put the curse on the Beast.

The Swan Princesss


Princess Odette

Username: Avalon Ethernis
Species: Human/Swan
Apparent Age: 25

Description: Odette has mocha colored skin and chocolate eyes. Medium length dark, curly hair frames her sorrow-filled face. She is rather thin and of medium stature. In her featherless form, she wears a crown of white lilies. She wears a white gown with swan feathers embroidered on it. She wears no shoes, making her transformation easier.

Personality: Rather quite and shy on the outside, but on the inside she burns with a fiery passion.

Traumatic History: Cursed by an evil lord to turn into a swan every day, and by night a beautiful woman. She was almost killed by a prince while he was hunting. He saw her transform into the princess she was and he wanted to marry her. He invited her to his birthday ball where he would announce his bride to be. The evil lord found out about this and deceived the prince by turning into Odette and killed him, then fled never to be seen again, leaving the real Odette to wallow in her sorrows.

Place of Dwelling: The lake where Odette lives as a swan by day and the castle nearby where she lives as a woman by night.

Malfunction: Sorrow fills Odette’s heart and any mention of her lost love will send her into a crying fit. She also has homicidal tendencies, both as a swan and woman.

Quest: Searching for her one love that will break the curse set upon her. Also searching for the evil lord to kill him for revenge.

Alice In Wonderland


Mad As A March Hare

Username: animeyumichan
Character Name: March Hare
Species: Hare
Apparent Age: 21

Personality: Hare is a generally happy individual, or at least his actions would lead you to believe: he always has at least a small smile on his face. He changes his mind often, and it is never too clear what he is talking about, or where his thoughts are leading him. He never seems to understand the consequences of anything he does, and never has regrets, especially concerning humans. Hare dotes on Todd, absolutely adoring him with his very heart and soul: he would be nothing without him.

Traumatic History: Although his parentage is somewhat of a mystery, most of what is known is that he was quite neglected, and suffered great sadness at a young age. His parents did not care for him much, and despite his love they ignored and chastened him. Hare chose instead to place his trust and love in one single being; at this point it was a small rabbit doll, which he loved dearly. He eventually lost the doll, but his affections switched instead towards a close friend of his, one Todd Vanwyngarden...

Place of Dwelling: Hare lives with Todd in a cottage in Wonderland Forest, quite a small place, but cozy nonetheless. The first one would see upon entering is a cluttered entryway full of umbrella stands in various designs, jackets, shoes, and decorations everywhere. The next room is the centerpiece of the whole house, a magnificently crowded place filled to the rafters with the settings for tea, in various states of cleanliness. Throughout the house the state of disorder is echoed repetitively, with each room piled high with things. The main decorations of the house besides the clutter are an assortment of mirrors, clocks, and strange, unearthly paintings. Many of these objects are shaped like Hare’s heads and teacups.

Wonderland Forest itself is a unique place, one that cannot be described simply. The whole place changes spur-of-the moment, and has a crazed air about it.

Malfunction: Hare has an absolute psychological need to be dependent on a person or being, and without this person he would certainly be left desperate and alone. He has barely any conscience to speak of, especially concerning humans. He will do anything Todd asks of him.

Quest: Hare wishes only to make Todd happy.






Alice, Sweet Alice
Username: Poetic Lilly
Character Name: Alice
Species: Human
Apparent Age: 16

Personality: Alice outwardly seems untouched since her trip to Wonderland only 4 years ago. She seems very sweet and kind anyone. She helps anyone who needs it, while really manipulating them to do her will. Inside, she is a cold hearted b***h.

Traumatic History: Alice returned from Wonderland perfectly alright. She was returned to her parents, and spent a year in relative normalcy, of course after Wonderland, anything seems normal, but I digress. Then one night, she awoke hearing her friend the White Rabbit calling her. She awoke to her house in flames, she made it out. But once outside, she realized that only she survived. Alice stood alone while her family burned alive. They threw her in a mental institution, blaming her for her family’s death. She still remains there, her grip on reality limited at best.

Place of Dwelling: In the real world. She ‘lives’ in a mental insitutition, and her room is one of the soft padded ones. But she spends most of her time in the courtyard.

Malfunction: Because she lost her family, she has closed off everyone else. No one else matters to her, expect her friend the Cheshire Cat. Otherwise she uses others as pawns, and genuinely enjoys blood and murder now.




Cheshire, dear

Username: Minai chan
Character Name: Cheshire Cat
Species: Feline
Apparent Age: Ageless

Personality: Cheshire enjoys irony, sarcasm, and the bitter sting of truth. He can be malicious and callous or charming and compassionate. It all depends on his mood.. which as a cat, can be rather unpredictable and transient.

Traumatic History: Ah, a history implies there is time and time is but an illusion. Who is to say that which once was will not be again? And what will be will also never be always?

Place of Dwelling: Fade in, fade out. The Cheshire comes and goes as he pleases. One can be sure he will never be where you are looking for him, but he will always be where he is needed.

Malfunction: Cheshire has never worked quite right, but that is his charm. He does however seem to be bound by some odd curse that ensures every utternace to leave his sinister lips will hold absolute truth, especially if it's the last thing you'd want to hear.

Hansel and Gretel


Hansel

Username: Strange Little Horror
Species: Human
Apparent Age: 18

Description: Hansel is tall, fit, and somewhat tanned. He has dusty blonde hair and cold blue eyes. His hands are callused and dry, strewn with scars that run up his arms. His clothing, like Gretel’s, is plain and serves only to cover him and keep him form the elements, usually consisting of trousers, a button-up shirt, a light-weight hat, and worn out leather shoes.

Personality: Hansel is a tough young man with only a sweet heart for Gretel, the product of raising himself and his beloved sister in a wild forest. He is impulsive and over-protective, killing or harming any danger to Gretel. Hansel shows his soft, caring side to Gretel only, though she doesn’t seem to want his kindness all the time.

Traumatic History: Abandoned by their father, the two young children were left to fend for themselves in the wilderness. Upon coming upon a charming cottage made of candy and sweets, a haggard old woman claimed to live there and invited the tired, hungry, and vulnerable children inside. None the wiser, the children entered eagerly, only to be faced with a wicked, cannibalistic witch. Hansel’s younger sister, Gretel, was forced into an oven to be cooked. Hansel was able to stab the witch to death and rescue his sister, but she suffered heat stroke and severe burns, causing Gretel to go blind.

Hansel, feeling responsible for his sister’s safety at all times, carries a constant feeling of failure, especially at gazing upon his blind, disfigured beauty of a sister. Filled with unwavering hate at the malevolent witch for what she did, Hansel will protect his sister to the death, and trusts no woman (with the exception of Gretel) nor magical beings. To earn money to take care of Gretel and himself, Hansel works as a blacksmith’s assistant and apprentice.

Place of Dwelling: As orphans, the two adopted a small, abandoned cottage similar to the one they lived in before their father abandoned them. It sits atop a slight hill in a forest, protected by feral wilderness, and shrouded by a thick veil of ivy and small white flowers.

Malfunction: Over-protective of Gretel and having already killed at a young age, Hansel will kill any potential threat without a second thought. Being just with Gretel almost all his life caused the two to grow close, maybe too close.

Quest: Caring only for Gretel’s well-being, it is his life goal to ensure she is never harmed.


Gretel

Username: Strange Little Horror
Species: Human
Apparent Age: 17

Description: Of what is not covered in bandages, Gretel is light and pale with bright blue eyes and honey-blonde hair, making her resemble a doll. She has a boyish shape, more stick-like than curvy. She correctly appears fragile and weak, increased by her obvious blindness. Her clothing, like Hansel’s, is plain and simple, consisting of a dress and apron and worn brown shoes.

Personality: Gretel has always been a sweet, gentle girl, though after the incident with the witch, she became increasingly quiet and reserved. Gretel trusts no one but her brother, but can be easily persuaded because of her naivety.

Traumatic History: Abandoned by their father, the two young children were left to fend for themselves in the wilderness. Upon coming upon a charming cottage made of candy and sweets, a haggard old woman claimed to live there and invited the tired, hungry, and vulnerable children inside. None the wiser, the children entered eagerly, only to be faced with a wicked, cannibalistic witch. Gretel was forced into an oven to be cooked, but Hansel was able to stab the witch to death and rescue her, but she suffered heat stroke and severe burns, leading to blindness.

Due to heat stroke and the traumatic incident, Gretel suffers from hallucinations (usually ones that make Gretel believe her blindness has been cured, though nightmarish ones occur as well) and frequent headaches. More prominent, however, are the scars of third- and fourth-degree burns on her body, namely her hands, feet, knees, and a good portion of the left side of her body, where she fell onto the scalding metal in the oven after passing out. All of the tender, damaged skin is wrapped in white bandages, only removed every few days to apply ointment and fresh air. Bandaged up like she is, Gretel is still quite beautiful, though she drew a lot of jeers and harsh comments when she went out in public the first time, and chooses now to remain in the safety of the cottage. However, Gretel is quite interested in the outside world, especially the forest surrounding the cottage. Hansel, though, worried and controlling of his sister, will not allow her to leave.

To pass the time while Hansel is away, Gretel sews, and quite well, regardless of her blindness.

Place of Dwelling: As orphans, the two adopted a small, abandoned cottage similar to the one they lived in before their father abandoned them. It sits atop a slight hill in a forest, protected by feral wilderness, and shrouded by a thick veil of ivy and small white flowers.

Malfunction: Majorly dependant on Hansel in all aspects of her life, Gretel does little on her own. This also makes her quite naïve and vulnerable, believing anything Hansel tells her without a second thought. Gretel’s wild hallucinations offer both false hope and hellish terror, confining her to constant fear and putting herself down for believing she is stupid.

Quest: Gretel wishes to be among people, though not as a monster, and would like to be independent from her loving brother.

The Little Mermaid


Silvrya

Username: Silvrya
Character Name: Silvrya
Species: Sea Nymph, previously a mermaid
Apparent Age: approximately mid twenties

Description: She has wavy long hair, the colours of a storm at sea - black, grey and turquoise. Her eyes are a deep, cloudy grey nestled into her face. Though her features are all very human, her skin gives away her aquatic origin. It is the colour of human skin, except slightly translucent, like a fish belly, and the colour is that of the inside of a clam shell – slightly blue, purple, pink, yet all together very white at the same time.

Personality: Rather distant, rather quiet – giving that she is mute. She seems to fade into the air most of the time, never attracting anyone’s attention even with her strange appearances.

Traumatic History: She never truly got over her own sister’s death. Myrridith had given everything she could to the prince and in the end; she turned into sea foam, because of him. Silvrya and her other sisters, had cut their hair to bring Myrridith the knife that could have saved her life, but even when dying, she’d refused to hurt the prince. Their entire family had never been the same since. Their father became withdrawn and reclusive, and as for their sisters….

The prince, she reasoned, should have died many years ago. Believing that killing him would avenge her sister, she set out alone to find a sea witch to ask her if she would turn her mermaid tail into legs to travel on land and get that job done.

The sea witch took her voice as a payment and pain shot through her legs with every step she took. Silvrya, however, was expecting that. It was exactly what had happened to her sister.

She was given a silver blade. Once the prince’s blood scatters into the sea, not only will she be a mermaid again, but Ariel will also reassemble from sea foam.

Yet, Silvrya has only one year to do this. The witch had placed spells on her to lengthen this time as much as possible. But it was impossible to for her kind to live forever in that form, for they don’t have a soul.

Place of Dwelling: Nowhere. She wanders, making her “home” wherever she decides to sleep for the night. Often, she goes back to visit the sea she could no longer enter because of her stupid legs.

Malfunction: mute and ill-tempered

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1) If your actual description is different then the pic provided, you MUST specify that in your profile under the description section. If you don't, other characters are going to react to you using the information you have provided, nothing more.

2) If someone posts a reaction based off of what you believe to be misinformation, it should be immediately corrected. This is similar to Belle and Odette noticing an axe, then Red had mentioned she left it behind at the cave or Pinocchio posting that he sees the girls at the cave, when they've specified they are at the river. The correction should be immediate and point out where the accurate information can be located. You do not respond to the misinformation, like you would respond to a normal post, and allow action to continue and then later post a correction that will now change multiple posts. We can't expect people to go back and edit their play when, for all rights and purposes, you've already responded and continued as if there were no misinformation present before.

Just remember, you can only expect a player to react to what you've told them. If you don't share information with us, you can't expect us to know it. Our psychic abilities can get a bit rusty, you know ~.^


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Wait..

Within the forest clearing, a doe grazes quietly upon the lush grass sprouting around its hooves. From the gently swaying canopy overhead rays of sunlight glimmer through rustling families of leaves. Stately timbers lined with thick brush frame the clearing edge, giving the scene a feel of serene tranquility.

Wait..

Having swallowed its current mouthful, the doe delicately leans its long, slender neck to the ground for another bite.

Now!

A piercing scream shatters the calm as a ring-tailed demon springs from the thicket, startling the doe. As the lemur blurs passed to the branches above, the frightened creature instantly turns to flee. Just as it darts back into the shelter of the trees, a slender white cat descends upon the doe's back, sinking her claws firmly into the poor creature's flesh. Unleashing a painful cry, the doe flails and bucks as its attacker claws up the animal's neck and clamps her teeth into it's throat, crushing a jugular.

The poor creature struggles in attempts to throw her, but the nimble cat pays no heed, summoning all of her strength to jerk the bite, tearing the veins beneath. Launching her bite again and again, the snowy cat uses her claws to keep her grip firm, ignoring the gurgling wails emitting from her prey. Slowly the doe weakens, eventually falling to the ground. Feebly it kicks once or twice more as the white cat delicately leaps from its neck to the ground. Settling beside the doe, she raises a paw and begins to clean away the blood, listening to the erratic sound of her prey's breathing as it ebbs further and further away from life.

With a low chitter the lemur lands close to the cat's side. Glancing up at her steed with fondness, she butts her head against its neck approvingly. The lemur chitters again before turning to look behind them. From the brush another cat hurriedly emerges, this one wearing a tailored dress coat with buttons going up the front. The lemur releases a low grunt in warning at the appearance of the second feline.

"It's all right Tok, it's only Fairmyre" the white cat coos softly as she shifts her attention to the newcommer.

"M'lady" Standing back on hind legs, Fairmyre greets her with a sweeping bow. She replies with a silent nod and continues to clean away the offending scarlet stains soaking her snowy fur. Fairmyre straightens himself and regards the doe, now lying quite still at their feet.

"I shall have it taken back and cleaned immediately my Lady." Turning again to face her. "If it pleases, Leander has returned with interesting news from his daily explorations of our neighboring woods."

The white cat's ear tilts in his direction, reflecting a vague interest in the conversation. Encouraged by such a gesture, the feline continues.

"Leander claims that one of the newest arrivals was in mounted upon a great, monstrosity of a creature. He says it was roughly horse shaped, but earless and there were huge, hill-like swellings lining it's back." As he recants the tale, Fairmyre attempts to steel his voice to mask the uneasiness the report brought him. "With m'lady's permission, I will send Edwin accordingly to investigate further."

"That is unnecessary, Fairmyre." the lady responds, rising upon four legs again. "If such an exotic creature has graced these woods, I would very much like to witness it personally."

"As you wish m'lady" He nods to her, bowing again.

As he rises, the white cat moves to her steed, mounting the specialized leather saddle fitted on his back. "Kindly send a messanger to Leander requesting him to return by supper. After I have heard his findings, he can advise me as to their whereabouts."

"But m'lady.." Fairmyre replies hesitantly, not wishing to upset her. " .. the sun will be setting soon.."

"I am aware of the time" She replies quietly, a slight tartness in her tone. "That is all Fairmyre." With that she tugs lightly on the reigns and the lemur springs into the air. Leaping between the branches above, they disappear out of sight.

With a final shout to chase the children down the stairs, and away from her room, Elphaba shut the door with decidely more force than necessary, and slumped against it, her features set in an angry expression as she ground her teeth faintly. For a long moment, she allowed her anger to seeth and swirl within, before she finally pushed herself away from the door, and walked over to Chistery, murmuring a soft comfort to him to sooth the sting of the children's mindless teasing. With a final faint caress from her thin-boned fingers, Elphaba made her way back to the small table, and the Grimmerie open in the middle of it. Somewhere in this wretched book had to be a spell of binding... something to keep evil little children, even Liir, from tormenting poor Chistery as she tried to teach him to speak.

Perching on the wooden seat of the table's single chair, Elphaba flipped through a few of the ancient pages, her slanted eyes narrowed faintly against the symbols and letters that swam on the pages before her. It was her Grimmerie's way, to be unintelligable, she had to fight with it on every encounter to make something sensible from it. Thus, the shock was understandable when she turned a final page, and the crawling glyphs before her suddenly solidified into a readable series of characters. Elphaba blinked a few times in surprise, then quickly began committing the words to memory, before the Grimmerie shifted them again, as it had the habit of doing, her thin lips moving faintly as she whispered the words.

As her lips formed the final word on the page, it seemed as though the entire Universe suddenly began to shake and fly apart, and Elphaba found herself dumped from her chair. Struggling to her feet, she placed one hand firmly on the Grimmerie, and the table beneath it, her other hand gripping the handle of her broom desperately as she tried to steady herself... and thus were those two things that vanished with her. Elphaba would never learn what things the others would say of her dissappearance, what musings and relieved mutters would be whispered in private... instead, she would be faced with a feeling of shocking pain, as though every cell in her much-ignored body were trying to seperate, and a feeling of falling from a great height.

The sensation of falling ended up being real, at least... as Elphaba's vision finally managed to clear, she found herself tumbling downwards, a dense forest rushing up to welcome her in an excruciating embrace. Desperately she struggled to bring the broom into a position where she could fly safely to the ground, all the while clutching her Grimmerie to her thin chest with her other hand. Quick reflexes managed to win the day, however, and Elphaba managed to master the broom well enough to turn a brutal free-falling death into an incredibly rough crash-landing into the canopy of trees, the branches snatching at her clothing and tangling in her hair (her hat having fallen off very shortly into the tumbling descent), before a violent THUMP! marked her landing in a dense growth of ground foilage... and a series of low, sobbing curses that emerged shortly thereafter...

It took several long moments before Elphaba could bring herself to move beyond pressing the sleeve of her garments to her traitorous eyes and the burning tears they leaked forth... but when she finally managed to, her first action was to drag herself from the rough embrace of the shrubbery she'd flattened in her landing. Tugging her hair free of the broken branches brought a few more pained tears escaping from her brown eyes, an alarmed scrubbing of her face accompanying the wailing complaint of her voice, "Oh, cursed tears! What else is going to go wrong?!"

Once the flow of scorching tears were stemmed, Elphaba slowly pushed herself into a more or less kneeling position, her hands slowly pushing the silken cloud of her hair from her face. Once she could see, she slowly took stock of the welts, bruises, and small lacerations marking her marvelous landing, and after a few judicially careful movements, she concluded that as nothing seemed to be broken or detached, perhaps her cursed broom didn't quite need to be used to start a fire, as of yet. Speaking of said broom... dragging the last few strands of hair from her face with a bloodied hand, Elphaba looked about her, scanning for anything that may have landed in a seperate spot than she had.

It took only a moment or three for her hands to drag the accursed broom and thrice-cursed Grimmerie to her, before those slanted brown eyes finally fell upon the surprisingly-white splash of colour a few short feet away from her... a cat? With her hat held in it's teeth? Confusion clouded her angular features for a moment, as Elphaba looked at the feline in clearly puzzled wonder.