Title coming soon.

[Danse-de-Macabre]

I would personally LOVE to join. Gives me a chance to practice a bit more. So I would loves to.
May I suggest some kid kiddo rp? Like them being little? I don't know why. I just feel in a little kiddy mood.
Ah well since this RP has no plots. This should be great. I'm gonna think of who and come back.

 

[Danse-de-Macabre]

Mary ann played with her pure white shoes. Her black and grey smeared with dirt, and decrepitated house looked like it could fall at any moment. There had almost been a dark cloud that loomed over the old house. It had been there since the 1800's. It was reserved for people to marvel at how well it stood against the harsh weathers and people always seemed to try and creep into the old place.
But never came out. Mary Ann herself had been there since the 180's. The only thing that kept her alive was the toxic gas that had been thrown into the window in 1889 that had killed her parents. She was immune to the gas, and the fumes had kept her alive all those years. But the defect had made her never grow. Never stray away from her height, which is 4,0. So even though she went through countless of birthdays by herself, she remained to look eight. And acted as it. She even had the body of an eight year old. Toying with her dead mouse she started to talk to it"..Mousy..Why won't you talk to me..." She started to shake it madly. The mouse begining to loose most of it's flesh and bones from the harsh movement she was giving it. Mary Ann gives it an aback look now. She begins to cry. Sniffing from sorrow"..W-why..does this..a-always h-happen to me.." Suddenly she becomes happy as she crawls over to her dead parents corpse. Each having worms and maggots crawl over their bodies. The dried up blood leaving a stain under them. Rats chewed on the flesh, even though it was almost dried up and had left the bones of them both. Mary Ann clenched down on two sides of her cinnamon brown hair. Looking at her parents with her beady black eyes, that had grey outlines around them lack of sleep due to her insomnia. She licked her dried lips and spoke with entusiasm" Mommy..Daddy..My friend won't talk to me.." She talked to them as if they were alive. She had become delusional, partly because of the fumes and partly because she would not accept the fact that they were dead. She rarely left the house. If not at all, because of her agoraphobia. It kept her locked inside her house. The lack of social contact had made her twisted.

 

[Danse-de-Macabre]

OOC: Seeing your post made me forget to do my own! D:!!

BIC:

Name: Mary Anne

Gender: Female

Age: 8 (Explain why in Bio)

Sexual orentation: Straight

Physical Description: She has short cinnamon brown hair. Wears a little black shirt with white shoes. She is small about 4,00 ft tall in the least. She has very pale skin with a little nose, and has grey eyes with black around them from insomnia. She has red around the grey, from the lack of sleep and constent nightmares when she tries to sleep.

Villain outfit: Same in the description. She never changes her clothing. (Explains why in the Bio)


Personality: Overly happy and excited because of her bipolar disorder. She has a ray of up and down moments, She can be severly depressed and suicidal one time, then overly happy and excited the next. She is insane, and suffers from catatonic schizophrenia. Making her very abnormal because of her ten metal disorders.

Strength: Very manipulative. She seems to have this charm over people, because she is a cute little girl. Her abnormal personality also makes her severly dangerous because of her way to appear out of nowhere(Explain in bio)

Weaknesses: Her catatonic Schizophrenia.

Why did they began to do what they do: Because of her only friend, Or so she thought was her only friend. Had moved away.

Biography: A long time ago. Back in the year 1899, it was colorado and, Mary anne was born with two loving parents. Jane and Austin capriche. Jane had began to feel very ill, ever since Mary Annes birth. Austin had noticed this about his wife. He took her too the doctor straight away, the doctor had told her husband that she had apparently been chewed from the inside. Jane told the doctor that was impossible, she would have been dead by now. The doctor had told her that, if possible, her own baby was eater her from the inside. Apparently unsatisfied by what she had consumed while the child was in the womb.
The parents had been shocked about this. This could not be possible, their own child, eating her mother from the inside? Enough so she could bleed? Normaly such a thing could be explained as "Internal bleeding" but for something to cause the bleeding such as this, was far more terrifying then anything. The next year or so. The family tried to forget this event, they had tried their hardest to surrender their fear to repression.
And repressed they did. As Mary Anne was eight years old. On her eighth birthday, They decided to bring mary anne on a horse ride. As soon as they had gotten their coats and readied themselves to go out for the night ride. A crash was heard through their living room window. As Austin walked to the living room, he had seen this gas bomb on their floor. Unaware of why it was their, he was about to tell his wife and his child until the fumes had catched in his lungs, As swallowed the fumes, it coursed into his lungs. Causing him to cough violently, He fell to the ground. Clenching his stomach in agonizing pain, he coughs more, suddenly his eyes roll back to his head and he falls to the floor. His mouth gaping open, his eyes open wide. His body was sprawled out. Soon his wife suffered the same fate, She coughed, puking up almost a ton more of blood then her husband had. Falling ontop of his body, Her mouth gaped open, saliva running down her jawline. Her eyes wide open. As Mary Anne came into the room, unable to smell or breath in the fumes due to her sudden cold, She had kept her mouth shut. Looking at the bodies of her dead parents, she poked at them, Shaking them. They made no noise, no sound at all, no movement. Both were dead.
Soon, during the years of loneliness, Mary Anne had convinced herself that her parents were not dead. But just "Playing dead" like an animal would do when in play with a master. Mary Anne had believed her parents were alive, so much alive, that she had fed them year old food, and let them drink year old milk, There corpses were rotting on the floor, Bugs and other insects such as maggots were eating inside them slowly. She would even sit them in there chairs and talk to them. There fleshless gaze, never haunting her mind. She never questioned were her parents looked different everyday. Her mind would not let her. She had become quite disorderly. Her mental capacity to think had slightly lowered since she could not attend school, she had been affraid of the outside world now. The big fields and roads that lay ahead, had frightened her once curious mind to shock. Her agoraphobia had taken over. Soon she had experienced ten mental disorders. One was very severe, her catatonic schizophrenia. She had befriended a man she called "The bunny". Someone who had told her to do horrible things to people. Her bipolar disorder did not help.
The reasons he had suffered so many disorders was because of the house, it was not clean, the biogenetic area had fueled itself into one hell hole. Rats had almost eaten the wood away from the old house, worms and bugs had been hidding in every corner and spiders had hung from the ceiling. The fumes of the gas bomb had not yet been fumagated out of the house since 1899. And it was now 1987. What had been keeping eight year old mary anne alive, was a mystery to psychologists and doctors everywhere. She was smart, but most of her intelligence lied within her hidden subconcious now. Once she had met a friend she had called "Kris" but her "Friend" had moved away, and falling into her own insanity. Mary Anne was no longer a good little girl. She was lost to the world.


Weapons: Butcher knife, Meat cleaver, Axe, Her mind.

Powers: Unknown

Enemies: Everyone she comes in incontact with

Crushes: None

 

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The feline female sat up on the apartment roof. Her back hunched over. Her legs up to her chest. She was not wearing her usual clothing. She had on thigh high black boots, belts clamped around them tightly. The belts being silver, matching well with the black. Her white persian like tail was almost wrapped around her legs. Her white cat ears hidden beneath her chocolate colored hair, that almost looked bllack at night. Her cold blue eyes just stared out into the town. She neither made a sound, nor a single expression to show her feelings. She felt like a little child again, the loneliness setting in like it did many times she was by herself. She remembered coming here when she was little. She would stand on this very stone cold edge of the building, and watch the people. A low ans glaring gaze was her her only expression she had shown back then.
It seemed like it was almost yesterday she had done this. That's how formiliar it was to her. The wind was blowing harder now. Making her shiver once, Then ignore the breeze all together. Her clothing, which was a black short sleeved shirt that had a matching black skirt fitted tightly around her body. It was what she had planned it to be like. She knew it would be cold. Sooner or later. Suddenly she felt strange. Standing up, coming to a height of 5,6, her ear twitches. Squinting her eyes to try and tell what was coming, She growls.
Suddenly a light hits her, sneding her flying backwards. Slamming into the back door that lead to this rooftop, she yells out loud. Finally the light stops, as she falls to the ground. Unconcious. As Angel lies there motionless, her body begins to shrink. As she resorts into her four year old self.