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"Are you lost, my sweet child?" Turning, you see the beautiful face of a woman. She looked friendly, so you answer her. You nod. She picks up your hand with her freezing cold hands. She kneels in front of you and smiles. "Come with my child, you'll be safe." She holds your hand and leads you away, and you think nothing of it. She turns around and smiles. "You may call me mother, my child." Then she's gone. You look around frantically for mother, then realize something- There is no moon. Different groups of mists flow around you. Lines of mists, like hands, reach out to touch you, but they go right through your body. What have you gotten yourself into?
"Mother!" You scream. But no answer. The forest looks haunting as you slowly take steps. The ground feels wet and soft, not like regular grass that you're used to. Another child, like you, runs up to you. She cries hysterically and falls to the ground. "Don't let them consume you!" She screams then runs around madly. There must be an escape. You think to yourself.
R - U - L - E - S
1. No godmodding or powerplaying
2. No mary-sues or gary-sues.
3. No cyber-bullying
4. Hate the character, not the player.
5. All things in roleplay must be kept realistic, except for the ghosts and stuff :3
6. Tell me if you are going to be inactive, so I can work around it :3
7. No one liners. Please stay literate and have your post be at least 3 sentences.
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Art by ~souku (http://souku.deviantart.com/)
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Save 3, just in case.
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So basically this roleplay about ghost children?
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Yes. But your character isn't a ghost.
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Yes. But your character isn't a ghost.
So, basically, what is the roleplay about?
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A ghost woman who steals children, for her own reasons (Going to be revealed in the roleplay) And the children slowly fade as they loose their sanity and memories of their lives. But the characters in the RP, are going to find out what Mother has in mind
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Okay. Since it's pretty late, I might apply tomorrow.
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Name: Holly Crystal Rogers
Nickname: Holl
Age(4 to 14): 14
History: Holly was brought up by her mother, her dad died in the war. She had no siblings, pets or anythings, no relatives, just her mom. One day with her friends, Kassie and Lola, she went in the woods. Kassie and Lola decided to stay on the out skirts, as they said the forest was haunted, but it didn't stop the dare devil. She wondered deep into the forest, and called for help and suddenly, Mother appeared. Needing help, she followed mother, until she abounded her.
Personality: Holly is a dare devil, always wanting to take a challenge. She is sly, and fast good for running away. She can be a giggle monster, always laughing and smiling. She can cry very easily, because she is sensitive, and when she is the slightest scared, she will cry. She loves to socialize with people, and she loves little kids, the same age as Gene.
Eye color: Silverish blue.
Hair Color: Blonde with a few black streaks there and there.
Extra: N/A
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Accepted :)
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Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now.
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Name:
Allison Morris
Nickname:
Ally, Alessa
Age:
11
History:
Allison was born to her parents, Aaron and Jessica Morris. Their house was near the forest, and Jessica would often warn her about the forest, but Allison never knew why. When Alli was seven years old, her parents had another girl, named Crystal. Sadly, Crystal was stillborn.
Personality:
Allison is a shy girl, who is very timid in the prescence of strangers. She has her angry moments, but she is overall, a timid but friendly girl. Allison is very indecisive, causing her to probably go, "yes" one minute, or "no" a second later, though she does find this feature of hers funny. She is actually very fond of Mother because of her loneliness and timidness in the forest.
Eye color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Chocolate brown
Extra:
Why is Allison's nickname Alessa like Alessa from Silent Hill?
Her parents saw the film and liked the Alessa character, so they decided to nickname her that.
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-will apply later- my phone is slow, so I might be able to get on the laptop later.
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Applying later. Phone is stupid. >.>
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@~*Crystal~*: Accepted
Kirigishi and Wolfie_Lover: Alright :3
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Name: Anselma Beilschmidt
Nickname:
"Just call me Scratch.."
Age(4 to 14):
13
History:
Anselma lived in Germany for eight years with her mother, Anya, and her father, Ludwig and they owned a dog farm in which specialized in breeding half-breeds such as the wolfdog. She had a younger sister (six years younger than Anselma) named December, who is just as stoic but she tends to threaten people but her antics is similar to that of Wednesday Addams' from the Addams Family. They have moved recently to the town in America and have heard rumors of a ghost woman that stole away children and Ludwig was very nervous towards the matter but Anselma wasn't and often challenged her father about the matter.
One day in the woods, Anselma was walking along with Gilbert and December despite her father's wishes and a storm suddenly swooped by, alerting her that December had to get back home. The fog was thickening but she was quick to tell December to run back first and she would catch up. Anselma never did and Gilbert didn't either. The Mother took Anselma's hand and guided her but she was quick to pull her hand away with Gilbert barking; all she remembers was being dragged across with her companion, Gilbert, whimpering.
Personality:
At most, Anselma is a skeptic towards all the supernatural such as ghosts and will stay true to her beliefs. She is head-strong and will sometimes face denial when faced with the truth but she'll get over it eventually; she never did anything close to her heart besides her own family and Gilbert. She is never the type to scream in danger but only stare and go by her instinct but she'll never leave behind anyone and will usually act chivalric, sacrificing herself or staying behind. She is independent and would usually go off her by herself even if no one would join her but at times, she would follow along if a little child is unaccompanied. However, she does have difficulty actually trying to socialize with teenagers her age and will usually get along better with those that are younger or older by three years or more. Anselma relies on past experience for guidance as to what to choose but if need be, she will ask someone if there isn't any other choice.
Rarely does she smile and will tend to keep close to herself, not willing to share any information regarding herself and would at times, just shake her head in disapproval. But, she might allow herself to unwind a bit with younger children.
Eye color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Red
Extra:
*Scratch will be accompanied by her Saarlos wolfdog (male), named Gilbert. She would never leave Gilbert behind as Gilbert needs company or else he'll develop anti-social behavior. (Gilbert: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7e/Bow_bow.jpg (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7e/Bow_bow.jpg) )
* She almost lost all hearing in her left ear and will use a hearing aid. If the hearing aid fails, there is always Gilbert to warn her.
*Anselma does have a German accent (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNaAeh-CHM4 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNaAeh-CHM4))
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Name:
Finn Reese
Nickname:
N/A
Age(4 to 14):
5
History:
Finn Reese grew up in a small community up near the mountains that is connected to the small town near where the woods in which "Mother" inhabits. Finn has two loving parents but they tend to go out often and leave him behind with his uncle that lives out by a creek and enjoys the outdoors. The uncle usually warned him of never venturing out from the camp site and Finn did behave himself but a storm was brewing one day and she found himself lost seeing as how his uncle wasn't anywhere near the campsite and Mother appeared at the campgrounds. Finn Reese was abandoned quickly in the open until a dirt covered teenager and her mutt found him and he followed, gripping onto the dog's fur as if it were a life saver.
Personality:
Finn was always out within the town unable to leave when he was with him parents and he is sheltered from issues that some may face such was starvation or loss (in death or the woods.) He is very obedient and docile, just nodding his head and agreeing to what the person says but he does have a loose sense of what is right and wrong and will tend to lean towards the person who he feels is better. However, he has great endurance for a young boy seeing as how he goes on hiking trips frequently with his uncle and will tire himself out by running and trying to waste less time getting somewhere but if told to stop, he'll immediately stopped. If you were to command him, he wouldn't lsiten unless you've saved him (like in Anselma's case) or he grows to like you.
Eye color:
Light blue-green
Hair Color:
Brown
Extra:
*At the beginning of the RP, he will be accompanying Anselma seeing as how his nature calls for him to sheepishly follow someone.
*He has camping gear in his book bag so he'll have a dry food, two water canteens, a blanket, and a flashlight.
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Name: Trevor Tiberius Wickwood
Nickname: Trev ; Tib ; Tibby
Age: 14
History: Trevor was born in the city until both his parents got divorced when he was four. His Father, James, got custody of him and moved out of the city into the "bush". He grew up a hunter and his farmer like his Father did when he was younger before he married his Mother.
He lived up to that when he went out to hunt in the woods. Getting attacked by a Mother bear wasn't the highlight of his day, and then he ran into Mother after that. He wasn't very happy to follow her and was reluctant, but she persuaded him, seeing that he thought he would be home for supper without her. And nope, he wouldn't have and wasn't even with her "help".
Personality: Trevor is protective of basically everyone around him, and tends to have an annoying habit of trying to lead, having problems with others trying to take lead as well. He's loyal and extremely careful in dire situations, but can act quite fast considering he was raised a hunter. Once a hunter, always a hunter. Trev can handle mostly any weapon he has, and uses his physical strength more than brains slightly. He usually relies on his first instinct and puts the past in the past as nothing more than memories.
When Trevor isn't pressured, he'll try to lighten the mood in awkward situations and try to crack a joke that fails. He's a bit of a sleazebag sometimes. That'll never change, but what do you expect from him?
Eye color: Light crystal blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Extra: None
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Both accepted. And yes, you may have more than one character (:
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I'll probably be creating another character then; I just wanted to get that one in at least. x3
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Name: Alavar (German for Army of Elves) Vroman
"My name is Alavar, secretly I hate it."
Nickname: Ala, V
"But, my friends call me Ala or V."
Age(4 to 14): 14 years
"I am 14."
History: Alva's mother died in a car accident, two years after Alva was born. Her real father grieved for his lost wife, and stopped taking care of his eldest child. The two move from Germany to a more forested area, where she doesn't remember the place's name. They lived happily, until her father remarried. Alva's mother always hated her stepdaughter, and would sometimes beat Alva for no reason, at least not a reason Alva can think of. Alva's stepmother soon died by giving birth, to Antje. Their father grieved too much for that, and stopped caring for himself and the girls. And he eventually died.
Before they actually met "Mother", they went to gather some flowers for their father's grave. But saw a upset woman sitting in the grass, weeping. And now, they have no idea what had happened.
"I... I just don't want to talk about it."
Personality: Alva isn't the kind of person to keep everything happy, but she also doesn't like it when people cry or feel down. She has a mothering nature that usually takes over, and she'll become overly protective of people, younger or older.
"Kinda like my mother, I guess."
Eye color: Hazel/Green
"Greenish mixed with Hazel. If that makes sense."
Hair Color: Blonde
"Dark blonde with sandy blonde."
Extra: A deadly allergy to bees.
"I'm kinda... Allergic to bees."
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Name: Antji (German for Grace) Vroman
"My name? It's Antji."
Nickname: Aunti or Anni
"My older sister calls me Aunti or Anni."
Age(4 to 14): 5
"I'm 5."
History: -Same as Alva's-
"Ask my sister."
Personality: Antji is always happy around people she can trust, but she gets really big eyes when she doesn't trust somebody. She loves to run around and play, and usually isn't obedient. She will always be with someone to keep track of her.
"Crazt, like my sissy."
Eye color: Brown
"I don't know, I can't see my eyes!"
Hair Color: Blonde
"Uh... Yellow."
Extra: She is very durable, and feels as if she could hide anywhere.
"I can stay hidden for years, without having to use the potty!"
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[[ Wooh! Two more German apps! ]]
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I am part German myself. o3o))
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I am part German myself. o3o))
((As am I.))
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Accepted
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{{When ~ Can ~ We ~ Start ~ ? ~ }}
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A few more people.
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[[@Aphex: I don't mean to interrupt buy Aphex, you're missing one form created by me. ^^;' ]]
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Sorry, added him.
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((I'm excited to roleplay. =D))
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I would say that we can, but I've had a roleplay that had this many people and it died within a few days... So I'm hoping for more people so that WONT happen xD
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Die Deutschen sind genial. o3o
If you know what I mean.
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xD The Germans are friendly?
And yeah, Aphex, I know what you mean. .__. It's OK. Heh. I'll always be here, unless I say I have to bail, which I most likely won't. x3
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How many people? Cause I got a friend that always joins the rps i'm in! xD
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I think like 3 or 4 more people. I think. So if more people don't join we'll RP if we get 1 or 2 more. Still afraid that it'll die if we do though xD
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Okay, will ask friend now!
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Name:
"My name is Sari Melody Duncan."
Nickname:
"Just call me Sari or Sammi. When my mommy was still alive, she liked to call me Samara. You can call me that, too!"
Age:
"I'm six years old. Did you know I was born on the thirteenth of February? Just before Valentine's Day! Just don't give me any kisses, they're gross!"
History:
"What's that?"
Sari was born as Sari Melody Duncan, with Melody being her middle name and Sari her first name. Her mother, Annabelle, wanted to name her Melody Rose Duncan, but her father, Eric, thought otherwise and wanted to name her Sari Melody. The funny part was when she was born, they actually had to contact their parents for a quick poll about what her name was supposed to be, so technically, she was born "nameless" until Sari Melody had been picked just before Sari and her parents left the hospital. When Sari was about two years old, her family first lived in a trailer with a finch that Sari called Mimi and a goldfish in a clear bottle which she called Goldie. As Mimi had been adopted after she was bred with another finch, one day Sari found little eggs in a little "treehouse" as Sari liked to call it. Soon, the family found a home and then went to live in an apartment in the city. The trailer was sold and in exchange, they bought a car. When Mimi's eggs hatched, they eventually had to get rid of the baby birds and even Mimi herself as the family often complained about the birds waking them up in the middle of the night. Little Sari was heartbroken to find out they were leaving, but was happy when she found out that they were being sold to other families that wanted the birds. A few years later, when Sari was about four years old, Goldie died mysteriously. Sari wasn't as heartbroken like when she found out the birds were leaving, since she said that she couldn't pet Goldie and she was in preschool at the time and had a friend named Maddie who had a guinea pig named Chloe and a husky named Snowflake and Sari was obviously jealous of her. A few years passed and they moved to a place near a forest, where "Mother" was in. One day, Sari decided to wander through it without her parent's permission, and now she's stuck in this mess.
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This was what the "treehouse" was as she had called it.
Personality:
Sari has a shy, but outgoing type of personality, which makes her shy in the prescence of other people, but a few minutes later, she could start talking to them. For Sari, it sometimes depends on the age. Sari is a playful little girl who sometimes makes games out of things. Her favorite things to do are race, play tag, jump rope, play soccer, which are all her favorite physical games and sports. She is also very adventurous despite her fearfulness at times. Sari is actually quite scared of Mother for some reason, though she relies on her for survival at the same time.
Eye color:
"Blue! It's my favorite color, too!"
Hair Color:
"Blonde."
Extra:
N/A
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Bump.
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Bumpety Bumpety Bump Bump Bump!
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Bump~
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Well I don't think any one else is going to join at this rate...
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If more people don't join today, we'll start it tomorrow.
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[[ Yeah! 8D ]]
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{{Finally! We can post! But.. -shy's away...- I dun want to post first..}}
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? Allison Morris ?
Wandering through the forest, Allison was looking for her home, though she was sure that she had wandered too far away from town. Anxiety was creeping over her as she looked around for Mother. Her brown eyes scanned the area, looking for where the mysterious woman had vanished. Am I hallucinating? Allison thought. Maybe Mother was just a figment of her imagination. As she was walking through the forest, she felt herself run into something and she automatically fell down to see she ran into a girl smaller than her. Looking around at the area to look at the fog or for any other people. The smaller girl looked younger to her, so Allison looked at her and tried to look friendly. "Hi, my name is Allison. Are you lost in the forest, too?"
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?? Sari Duncan??
[wip]
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[[ Guys, we should wait for Aphex to give us the approval to do so. She might want to give an introductory post and etc.. But, I don't know.^^;' ]]
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Oh, go ahead. I'm exhausted and sick today so hopefully I'll feel well enough to post tomorrow. If not, I'll get to it sometime this weekend. I'm sorry x(
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(Just got done watching the new Hobbit, Smeagle scared me for life, and then I jst finished watching Bartok: The Magnificent.)
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Alavar "Ala" Vroman
A blonde haired girl and her younger sister wandered through a forest. She could hear some whispers, but they were all unusual and unfamiliar. A strange plant, perhaps poison oak, secreted a strange scent. It smelt kinda... Old and like coffee trees. The smell gave the blonde haired girl's hazel eyes glanced in sorrow and pain; her stomach killed her. The smell gave her a stomach ache, and she fell to the ground. "Alava? What's wrong?" The sister asked. Alava smiled, then replied with a caring tone, "I'm fine. You shouldn't worry about me so much, Antji." Antji smiled back, and nodded. Her white long sleeve shirt waved in the wind. It was a bit chilly.
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Antji "Ant" Vroman
After Alava got back up, they continued on their walk. Antji couldn't remember why she was there. But at least she could look at the pretty flowers. "Thank you again, for buying me this dress. I like the flowers and butterflies on it." Antji said, wanting to break the silence. She didn't exactly like it when her sister was so quiet. I wish I knew more about Mommy. Antji randomly thought. She grabbed Alavar's hand, embracing it.
(Get well soon Aph.)
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((Ha! I just watched the hobbit to. It was AWESOME!! I love the alien thing... xD. And hope you get better Aphex!)
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Holly Crystal Rogers
Her eyes were bulging red now, and her eyes were full with tears, but lots were pouring out. "Mother!" She yelled, coughing and crying at the same time. She bumped into a tree, and screamed loudly, as yellow eyes peaked out.. "MOTHER!" She shouted, her cheeks soaked with tears, "Mo---- Mother..?" She whispered, hearing a twig snap, she stopped crying now, but was sniffling in deeply. She wiped her eyes, but it wasn't Mother, a black and white creature, with a small but plump muzzle came from the bushes, "A badger?" Holly sighed in relief.. Her small white top wasn't enough to keep her warm really, and her shorts with only skinny tights didn't help either. She shivered, wrapping her peachy hands around her bare arms, shivering and sniffing in, her glossy eyes started to let tears drop from her eyes, to the floor. She then realized that she was still near the plump badger, so she started to stumble away whispering to herself, "Why did I do this!" She cried.. I hope this is a dream, and soon I can be back with my mom.. She thought, stumbling over the twigs that she hardly couldn't see... It was getting dark, "Not the dark.." She whispered to herself.. She rubbed her hands on her arms, feeling alot more cold...
Soon small rain drops started to dot down on her blonde, neatly, tied hair. She hated the dark and rain, it would probably, start to thunder it down soon... She decided to shelter under a large Oak Tree, still tears pouring down her face. "Mother! Mom!" She yelled, shouting for the mystical women and her own mother.. Tell me i'm dreaming. Please.. She thought.
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[[ Get well soon, Aphex! ]]
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Trevor
"I swear, my dad's going to kill me when I get home..." A voice groaned as a pair of sea-green eyes glared through the foggy woods. As Trevor stepped out into a gloomy clearing, he took a moment's rest and sat down on the ground, letting his eyes search themselves for the mysterious figure who had led him there and just vanished. Trevor had been searching for awhile now, but he hadn't exactly seemed tired enough to stop. Not to mention the freakiness of the forest. It didn't seem like it beckoned you with opened arms to fall down onto the ground by a Willow and fall asleep. Maybe opposite ... Actually, probably the opposite.
Dusky, pale strands of light fell through the misty air and seemed to hang around the ground and hug it like there was no tomorrow. Trevor sighed and laid back on his back. "Mother? Please tell me you're around here. I need to get out of the woods and back to the Farm for supper. Otherwise I'm going to get grounded ... For another three weeks. Again." After a good five minutes at most, he stood back up and stared into the never-ending darkness with a grim look, something that only appeared when he was alone. The other half ... well, others call him things, but never mind that. As he started walking, he had to disentangle his muddy ripped jeans from a thorn bush that had apparently been there all along. He hadn't noticed it on the way in, but it was too foggy to barely see anything, anyways. After that, the bushboy headed in a random direction yet again, just hoping to stumble upon the edge of the wood or Mother again. As much as he didn't want to, Trevor wasn't completely stupid. He knew it was basically impossible to maneuver out of the forest yourself. He had no rifle. He had no knife. He had no weapon. Not even a sharp stick to be able to jab something with. After it was untangled, Trevor swore under his breath a few times before shouting out into the shadows again."MOTHER!" Then he started to mutter to himself again. He was never going to do that again. Shouting out for Mother? Jeez, what would his friend's say if they saw him doing that?
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((Thank you guys... I still feel icky, but I feel well enough to post. Also, Gene has a belief that Mother loves her and will come back for her. She's been in the forest longer than most, and her beleif that Mother will come back has kept her from fading. She knows the forest well. I have to add that xD))(http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/B/BA/BAB/BABYGAL55/1293388762_1742_full.jpeg)
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Throughout the whispers and pleads for help, a small body moved through the shadows, confidently and un-phased. Gene watched the boys and girls passing by her, shouting for mother. A little girl, about a year younger than Gene, approached her. Gene picked up the little girl's fading hand and stared at her dull grey eyes. "Mother will come back for us, you'll see." With that, the little girl's figure became more clear. She hugged Gene, tears running down her face. Gene stared ahead blankly, thinking of when she had first come to this forest. She had been confused like the others. The little girl that latched onto Gene ran away, yelling for Mother. Gene sat down on the wet cold grass, picking a small patch of life. A small dying flower lay on the grass of the forest. It was once a sunflower. But as Gene examined it, it began to wilt more. She lay the flower onto the ground once more, careful with the once beautiful object. She rose to her feet and heard more screaming. But one stood out in Gene's ears. It was older, of course. But much like a boy's voice, but lower. She stood behind a wilting willow, staring at him. His pants got tangled in a thorn bush and Gene had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. Laugh. The word sounded so foreign, so unused in this realm. She rubbed her hands up and down the willow's bark. A memory sparked in her brain. A woman and a man, sitting under a willow with her. Laughter and happiness was all that Gene thought of during those times. Gene swiped a hot tear away from her cheek. "Mother will come back for me.." She mumbled. Her attention turned back to the boy as he yelled, "MOTHER!" Something about him reminded her of someone... Another memory. Being teased all day, but at the end of the day still loving. Her brother, much like this boy. Hot tears began flowing down her cheeks. Before she thought of it, she ran up to the boy and buried her face in him and sobbed.
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(I've recently read a book called "Breathe"-- Twas' wonderful, not to mention it reminded me an awful lot of this roleplay ono. Hope I don't seem a bit late with joining xDD.))
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(^Gawd I was such a derp when I took that photo :U. And I grey-scaled it, and now It just looks stupid :U. . Smilinglikeaidioootandwearingmyglasses--- /Shotdead)
Name: Felix '___'
Nickname: "Feeli"
Age: Eleven
History: Felix lead out a little more than 'average' life--- his parents had rather good jobs, as his mother was a doctor whilst his father was a lawyer. He was often ignored or reffered to as "terribly weird and eccentric" in school though, as he did have rather strange interests, and the manner in which his mind worked was always a strange one at that. He was never the physical type of person, despite the fact that he occasionaly signed up for sports- just to help with getting into college or something of the sort, though. Otherwise it was basicly the pale kid with strange tastes, and an often grumpy personality.
One that loved wondering about in the forest during winter at that. Felix, as usual- was drawn into the mass of trees, frozen rivers, frosted grass, and eerie light flickering through the snow-bound leaves when he met "Other Mother"-- as he reffers to her. Why this was done? Out of curiosity, or the feeling that he could be part of another book or something of the sort-- something that would get him noticed though, most defiantly something like that.
For reality is boring- and it's better to follow the things you know that will lead you to something different.
Personality: Felix tends to be a rather. . . socially awkward penguin if you will. He is most defiantly not scared easily, which is good- as this place appears to be terribly eerie. Though he would probaly like such a thing, as anything eerie, different, dull-white and pale was of his tastes. Some people have always sought him to be 'emotional' if anything at all, but if you could see him when 'he wasn't in his usual, sleep-deprived state', you'd soon realise that he actually tends to be rather cheerful, motivational, and a brilliant leader- because he doesn't have a computer or a book to keep him up in here, you'll probaly see him in this mood more than the typical grumpy one.
Often times he acts terribly mature for his age, for he loves making people basicly fall over their chair in suprise of what he's capable of doing (By 'people' I'm mainly reffering to adults or those close to being adults). When it comes to arguments involving intelligience, he often makes brilliant come-backs which makes the other person seem far more unknowledgable that unusual, and he; more knowledgable then he truly is. Because of this, Felix may occasionaly seem like a sort of smart-alec.
As for his parents, especially his mother- he never really thought much of her. There wasn't even a truly strong bond between them, infact he simply saw her to be his custodian, and that was just about it. Of course though, he still has no intention of loosing his 'custodian'-- simply a strong soul that appears not to trust the world has kept him in this beautiful, mysterious 'hell', rather than a strong belief that people would come back. His distaste towards his parents might be the reason why he followed the "Other Mother" at one point in time- or, he just wanted something else to do. Something that would turn a normal walk into something that might happen in a book.
Because he trusts no one, of course he can not be trusted. But it's not precisely easy to /not/ trust him- for Felix is terribly manipulative, and will not hesitate to use people he has not known for quite some time as pawns. Just to add on to that- he's a brilliant liar, but sometimes his words are truth in disguise.
Eye color: Sea-Green
Hair Color: Dark Brunnete
Extra: Nothing Really ouo. Other than most of the time he refuses to wear the glasses- honestly they're barely neccesary.
(Regarding the last name: I intend on keeping the last name a secret until further notice- Honestly I'm still thinking xDD)
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Accepted. I'll add your character in a bit.
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Trevor
Trevor almost tumbled backwards as a little girl basically tackled him. His hand went up to slap down defensively until he realized the girl was trying to hug him and started sobbing. Not know exactly what to do, Trevor embraced the girl, trying to figure out who she was. He'd been in the woods for a little while, but a little girl? Now that was cruel. Reaching down, he picked her up by the waist and carried her a few feet to a fallen log and then sat down, with her on his lap. "Uh, hey there." Trevor began, a slight smile on his face. "How long you been in the woods? Not a place you should be, eh?" With one hand, he straightened the girl's hair out while asking another question. "What's your name?"
Looking at the girl almost reminded him of his mother. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. Of course Trevor's mother was older, but still. The girl's characteristics were strangely very alike. The cold, unwelcoming breeze ruffled his hair, making him turn around wearily to check that there was no one there. This place didn't seem very friendly. "My name's Trevor." Trevor's attention went back to the girl, still awaiting her answer. She looked so small against the dark, shadowy forest. So frail, though he did doubt that mostly. No young girl who had emotional problems, wouldn't last a minute here without crying or having a nervous breakdown.
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Felix
The boy would of face-palmed right at the moment that the girl in which so foolishly wept for "Other Mother" more or less 'glomped' (or tackle-hugged, both worked) another person, which was a seemingly much older boy. Couldn't these people just sit down, and enjoy the atmosphere? Or at least accept the fact that this was like one of the children's book in which people wrote, the ones about boys and girls that are trapped in another universe by a ghost-- they seemed to be terribly incapable of comprehending that this was just like standing in their shoes, only instead of being attacked by vicious creatures, being saved by strange natives, and befriending them and carrying on with an adventure---
Well, they were simply trapped her with other people.
"Obviously I won't follow them!" The boy muttered to himself, lifting a figure to lift up his terribly over-sized black rimmed glasses, which were entirely uneccesary, as he could see just as well without him-- a fun thing to wear, none the less. As it made the "grumpy" character in this story appear to be a little nerdy.
"No~ that'd be stupid! They probaly aren't of importance anyway-- it'd be much smarter to just wait for someone else to wonder on up to this old willow, then we'd probaly all end up interacted if they stayed in the same spot. . oh what does it matter! I'll meet up with someone,"
Felix began to slowly hug onto one of the thick limbs of the slowly wilting willow- but the fact that it was slowly wilting and seemingly grey-scale was the reason he liked it-- the girl and the boy had already left, but there was nothing wrong with trying to catch a glimpse of them off in the distance, just to see what they were doing. Already he had formed an idea of "What kind of characters" these people were-- The girl would be the adorable one most readers liked, whilst the boy would probaly be the hero or something of the sort-- of course, he remained the grumpy person, or he could be the seemingly cheerful 'derp' that the readers hated or simply adored at the end.
"Maybe instead of looking for perticuliar people to interact with,"
"I should think that this is far more than a book, and something not written by someone's hand!"
Though this was typical behaviour for a fool so easily obsessed over things of this sort-- especially a fool that sought everything but the real world to be a story in some way, and one that seemed to enjoy scolding himself.
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Genevieve wiped her tears off of her face as the boy carried her to a log and put her in his lap. Human contact felt so foreign to Gene, and the boy was much warmer than the rest. He must've been new to the woods. "Uh, hey there." She stared at him for a moment and nodded, staring at her hands in her lap. They faded just a tiny bit and Gene thought of Mother and let the color go back into her hands. As the boy smoothed out her hair, Gene jumped instinctively, then got used to the feeling. "How long you been in the woods? Not a place you should be, eh?" Gene stared at him for a moment. She shook her head and said "I've been here much longer than most... I know how to get everywhere here... I've gone the longest time without fading." She paused for a moment and felt a gust of wind. She looked around, hoping it was Mother. "This is where I should be... Mother made that clear to me. She'll come back. She's just trying to help more children get to where they belong, that's why she hasn't come back." Gene took a breath and stared at the ground as the boy, Trevor, stared at her. "What's your name?" He asked. Gene stared at the ground for a moment and gulped. "Genevieve... A lot of people call me Gene." She took a deep breath, feeling the cool atmosphere sooth her. In the distance, the Castle rose above the many trees. Gene had heard many stories that Mother lived there. Gene's main mission was to get there, but fear of fading had kept her from going herself.
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Trevor
"Well, nice to meet you Genevieve." Trevor gave one of his childish, cheesy big grins and then let it fall away. "Well, I don't know about Mother ... but I'm here. And hoping she'll come back here so I can punch her dirty little--" Realizing he was in the presence of what, a seven year-old? He shut up. She was apparently still hoping Mother was going to come back and rescue her, and Trevor didn't want to down it to her. "I mean ... uh ... I, uh, can't wait to see her again when she comes back." He swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat and looked around again, with the feeling that they were being watched. If Mother did coincidently just appeared, he would have to just cover Gene's eyes while her beat the lady with whatever he could reach. Possibly a stick.
Trevor glanced around the body of the girl and searched the never-ending shadows. He could swear something was out there, but he turned his attention back to Gene, not wanting to scare her ... even though it seemed that she'd been here for awhile. A lot longer than him at least.
Another chill crept up the farmer boy's spine. Trevor forced himself not to look behind him, like he had countless times before when he was first getting here and after Mother left him. Trying to blank out his thoughts, he asked another question; one that he needed aswell. "So, do you just wander or do you have a specific ... hidey-hole?" Even though it really couldn't get darker, it could definitely get colder. It was already doing so as Trevor thought of this.
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Alavar
Alavar clung to her stomach, she stood up. She felt as if she could retch up her own stomach. A wave of bangs covered her eyes, she tried to shift them without loosen her hold on her sister's hand. "Will Mother be back? You know... The other Mother." Antji asked. Alavar paused, unknowing. The two started walking once more. It started getting dark... Really dark. Antji never left her sister's profile, Alavar could feel the little eyes burning her face. The older girl tripped on a root, and hurt her shoulder. My shoulder and stomach hurt. Great. She let out a sigh, and then got back to walking. Something tells me... No. I can't think of that. Alavar thought, looking at her sister with sad hazel eyes.
After wandering loosely around the woods, the pain in her shoulder left but it was becoming swollen. They kept walking, and found a boy, roughly her age, and a little girl, about her sister's age. Alavar stopped, wondering if they would be safe around the other two. "C'mon, lets go say hi." Antji whispered, letting go of her sisters hand. The older girl tried to stop her sister, but ended up right next to her, right in front of the other two. "Uh... Hi." Alavar said nervously, when little Ant blurted her introduction.
(-Nothing to put for little Antji-)
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"Well, nice to meet you Genevieve." Gene nodded and began to stare at the Castle, her mind drifting. Not many children made it to the castle, and those who tried got lost. But Gene knew it better than most. Sighing, Trevor's voice snapped her back to reality. "Well, I don't know about Mother ... but I'm here. And hoping she'll come back here so I can punch her dirty little--" Gene stared at him once again, then looked down at his hands. The color in them was stronger than Gene's. She used to be much tanner than her pale ghostly appearance now. Only believing in mother kept her okay. She reached out to his hand and jumped at the sudden warmth. She had never felt something so warm in what felt like years. Her smaller hands held on to one of his, feeling the warmth soak back into her hands, like they once were. Taking a deep breath, she took her hands away from his. He must've said something as she did this, but she didn't hear. "So, do you just wander or do you have a specific ... hidey-hole?" Gene thought for a moment then looked to the dark horizon once again. "I wander. But I belong there. With Mother." Her small hand pointed to the castle in the distance, as it rose out from the trees. Gene's attention turned to two other girls standing nearby. Mother must've been busy...[ Gene thought as she stared for a moment. The older of the two said "Uh... Hi." Gene didn't say anything to the two. She looked up at Trevor, expectantly. Gene's throat ached from using it so much, and she didn't feel like talking now. She closed her eyes and breathed in the air, and felt a sudden burst of fatigue hit her. She yawned and moaned, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
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(I'm going to wait for Soaring to post before continuing ono)
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Edit: But if you meant by a second post I'm waiting for everyone else to post as I was was fourth (and have nothing much to do for Anselma and Finn ^^. )]]
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Trevor
Belongs with Mother? Jeez, that old lady has corrupted enough little children. Trevor thought to himself. Voices snapped him back to alert mode, and he held Gene closer as two more girls stepped out of the shadows. One looked his age and the other looked about Gene's. "Hi." Trevor wheezed the sounds out for a second before sneezing. "You guys, um, waiting, too?" He paused in-between words, trying not to give anything away to Genevieve. The little girl deserved a break from all she's been put through. And no telling what the other little girl thought, or maybe even the girl his age. Strange things these days.
Trevor glanced down at Gene sitting on his lap then back up at the two newcomers. "My name's Trevor. This is Genevieve or Gene for short." He added quickly. It was awkward being around all of them at once. Trevor always hated crowds, and he hadn't seen any for a number of years. Before he got lost in these woods, he was home-schooled ... Or just worked in the fields, hunted, went out to trade with other farmers. He never got an actual education besides when he was still living with his real mother in the city. Even then, he wasn't the smartest shell the world's ever seen. Actually, nearly the stupidest in academics. One reason why his father never put him back in school.
Trevor took a few more glances around, wondering if any other lost kids were going to just come strolling out into the open, saying "Hello" and then joining him on the fallen log. No telling how many kids were out there. In that small clearing, there was four. And by the sounds of what Gene was telling him before, there was definitely more than just them. All the while he hugged Gene. The little girl seemed so cold, especially when she touched his hand. He was older, therefore had more ... muscle he'd call it. Trevor took a quick hand ran his fingers through his hair and then down the back of his neck. His lips were brighter and seemed more red than they normally were, but it didn't seem unnatural besides the different coloring. Even if he was getting paler by the minute, it didn't seem too crazy. Not as crazy as his hair when his mother gave him a haircut when he was four years old. Trevor was the laughing stalk for another year until his hair grew fully back to shape.
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Ah, Yes ono I was reffering to second post xDD. I guess I'll type then-? As I appear to be a little behind ono)
Felix
Yes, there was the 'extra people' in which he had been waiting for. Casually walking towards the other two, who's name he was still rather unsure of. It was, after all, rather difficult to hear people exchanging names when you were about fifty feet away, and in a rather immense willow- which only helped in blocking out sound, as the slowly wilting, frost-bitten leaves still clung desperatly to both the small and large branches. Now would most defiantly be the time to slip down from this slowly wilting thing, sneak up on the four, and greet them in the most casual, not-dangerous manner possible. This would most likely be easier, and wouldn't be forced or anything- as Felix had been well-rested for once, of course his stomach was not full though, but he was never really the one to eat a lot. Lazily the boy pulled his terribly over-sized jacket sleeves down to just below his wrist, grabbed onto the branch with both hands, and began his descent; which was about as silent as one could go when jumping down from a rather large willow tree's canopy.
The descent was a bit more difficult than one might assume it to be, as the tree was very smooth, and perticuliar parts of it were rather wet, not to mention slippery- of course. Each step downwards was one taken with extreme caution, and each movement appeared to be taken with a sense of deep concentration and terrible quiet. The only sounds the boy made when going down were the ones in which simply could not be helped- and this included the light brushing against the tree, along with the little 'thuds' his sneakers made each time they made contact with the tree.
Finnaly the boy was close enough to the ground to jump down without making too much noise. Now that the harder part was done with, it would most likely be far easier to simply stroll on over, say "hello", and all that fun stuff.
Unfourtantly, walking over to a group of people which consisted of one boy (who seemed to be rather sane), two foolish girls that appeared to be extremely fond of each other, and another that was simply insane, corrupted by this fantasy- obviously the one to do something of importance within this 'book' in far-future.
The dew-drop covered grass brushed carefully by the open-air sneakers, making the insides a little wet, but quite honestly he could care less- as this feeling was one he had always liked. Gloomy weather that made everything appear grey-scale, yes, this was precisely what he liked. It made everything appear out of the norm, different than the boring, colour-filled, boring prison we called 'reality'.
"I hate to intrude~" The boy announced, standing a mere ten feet away from the group now. Hands stuck in his pockets, hood pulled down, and glasses placed carelessly in his mouth (he always had the tendacy of chewing on something all the time- at the moment, the only thing to eat was glasses which were basicly useless unless he wanted to make some sort of 'fashion statement') as he examined the group a bit. Just as he had expected- three girls, and what was now two boys. Of course you never knew who else was going to stroll on over to this group, as it appeared to be what was going to become "the meeting place of the main characters"-- Felix had a strong feeling that he was going to be a main character in this story.
"But, I couldn't help but notice you lot," he did not bother to allow them to introduce themselves first, for he was the one that wondered over to them- and it was only the proper thing to do to make his introduction before the others did. Or so he had read from a perticuliar novel-- Felix's behaviour often took after a lot of things mentioned in movies (In this case, Tim Burton's alone- what was going on now reminded him a bit too much of the film-maker's imagination) and books (Mostly Leo Tolstoy's works of fine art,).
"So, allow me to introduce myself-" the brunnete hastily groped around for his glasses, forgetting they were clasped between his lips- but this was soon realised, and the glasses (after being wiped off a bit) were also soon placed back in their rightful place.
"Felix, but alot of people called my "Feeli- kind of a dumb-sounding nickname, I know."
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Alavar
Before any of them could introduce themselves, another boy came. He was older than the little girls, but younger than the older boy and girl. (If that makes any sense. XD) He said that his name was Felix, or 'Feeli.' Strange name, no? Her face became hot and red, she felt nervous around so many people, but she couldn't leave them. She felt lost for words. "I'm Anjti. This is Alavar," Little Ant began. "I don't like other names, but she calls me Ant and my real mommy called me Antie." Alavar sighed, she looked down at her feet. Feeling more nervous, she began to twiddle her thumbs. She could only think of her favorite song: 'Yellow' by Coldplay. She began humming it, and then broke into reality. She was thinking of her real mother, and then her stepmother, and then... Mother. "Oh, sorry. People sometimes call me V or Ala." Alavar broke the ever-lasting silence.
I should mention that I hum a lot. She thought. She realized that she should've said that, instead of thinking it. She could've sworn that she had. Her arm began to sting when she touched it's 'swollen-ness'. Her hazel eyes wandered as she lifted her head. She started humming again, then sat down.
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Gene shifted her weight from side to side, staring at all of the people. She wasn't used to this much company, and usually Mother only brought in a few each day. Not this many. Gene sighed as Trevor hugged her close. He reminded her so much of her brother that she had left behind so long ago.
~Flashback~
"Gene!" Genevieve giggled as she raised ahead of Connor. "We have to go home!" She let out a giggle once again and ran into the woods, hearing footsteps behind her. "You'll never catch me Connor!" She laughed. Gene stopped for a moment, looking around. "Connor?" Fear started bubbling up in the little girl's stomach as she looked around the forest. Something grabbed her from behind and she let out a blood-curdling scream. "Shh!!!" Gene turned around to see Connor and sobbed into his chest. "I-I w-was af-fraid you left me..." Gene sobbed. Connor held her close and whispered, "As long as you're with me, nothing bad will happen to you. I promise."
Gene snapped back to reality and found her cheeks wet with tears. She looked up at Trevor once more, and felt more tears slide down her face. He reminded her so much of her brother. She looked to the other boy across the clearing, noticing his glasses first. Genevieve giggled. Daddy had glasses like that... She thought. Gene yawned once more and curled up on Trevor's lap, slowly drifting off to a horrible, nightmare filled sleep.
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[[ Ack, I'll have to catch up in the morning. >.> I'm on my phone now so I can't type up an RP post. Oh well. Long post in the morning. xD Sorry, bye guys. ]]
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[[I'll not be posting again until puppy 12 and Crystal as they need a chance to post. ]]
[[Buuuut, I'm going to edit this post with my response for tomorrow! ]]
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((Woh Woh!! Slow down! xD))
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Holly rubbed her eyes, sniffling deeply. She heard voiced, deep and high, but that just made her scared even more. "Darn, I just stopped crying." She muttered to herself, her vision blurring from the glossy tears. She wiped them away, knowing that not one sounded like Mother. She walked away, the twigs snapping as she stepped on them. "Fu--." She whispered to herself. Then she stopped in mid tracks. Maybe they can help me out of the forest! She thought, with a tiny smile on her peachy face. She turned away, the tears rolling down her cheeks, but they were fading. She peaked at the people, from behind a tree, not breathing.
She stroked her neatly tied blonde hair nervously, she didn't want to appear just yet. She felt scared, but she didn't really, know why, she tried to keep the tears in.. But it wasn't working very good. She wiped the tears away, and breathed in, she felt less scared now. She walked from her hiding space, nervously, biting her fingernails she whispered, "Hi, does anyone know how to get outa here?" She wanted to cry, feeling very scared, but she just about managed to keep it in. She shivered, and stepped forwards. A twig snapped when she stepped forwards, and she jumped back with a high squeal. "Woops.." Holly muttered to herself. She let her hands rest, instead of biting the fingernails. "I'm kind of late for my dinner..." She added, looking from side to side expecting Mother to come out.
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(( This was what I was afraid of... *le dead* ): ))
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I'll post tomorrow, since I'm on my phone.
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[[ Nu, nu. I was just waiting to see if Crystal was going to post before I did so she didn't get left behind. ]]
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Trevor
Trevor almost burst out laughing as a young boy, maybe eleven, stepped out of the shadows and introduced himself thoroughly. He hadn't heard one like that since those city-slickers back when he was younger. "Well, Felix, welcome to our ... whatever we're doing here. Care to join me when I go to bash that old--" Trevor caught himself once again before continuing his sentence. "Our gathering place..." He muttered those words and then gave out his identity; plus Gene's since she was falling asleep.
"Well, I'm Trevor and this is Genevieve or Gene. And uh..." He paused as Ant -- oh how hard it was to say that name with a straight face -- gave out her and her older sibling's name, Alavar. Trevor opened his mouth to say more until Alavar herself spoke up giving her nicknames. After she finished, he quickly said, "Well, there. You have our names."
Trevor spoke to soon. For about the billionth time in his life. You'd think as you got older you'd stop underestimating things and learn to know to expect the unexpected. Well, that was the complete opposite. Upside down cartwheel.
Now, yet another figure came out of the deathly, cold-looking forest. Another girl, probably about fourteen like himself, asking if they know how to get out of the woods. "If we knew, we'd be out of this Cerberus's lair dungeon." Trevor tried not to make a face, but in doing so, it made it his face look like Johnny Depp. That's when he realized she'd been crying and immediately regretted it. Trevor was a farmer's boy, which meant not a lot of sympathy, but he had at least the sense of when he could blab his mouth or he needed to shut up and hold his tongue. Besides, whoever this chick was, she was a crier alright. Softer than most. That was going to be a challenge if they were all going to stick together.
That actually brought on another question of his. Were they going to stick together? Fight their ways out of this realm of creepiness and deathly smelling carcasses and farts that'll stick in the air with the fog? Trevor had no idea, but he knew he had to do something about Gene. He wouldn't just leave her to be even more corrupted to the evil little witch of the forest. When he did get out of the woods -- assuming that they did -- Gene would be with him and that was a promise. Geez, that led to even another question.
How the heck were they even going to get out of this place? There wasn't exactly a giant sign that read: EXIT FOREST HERE. COME AGAIN. with a giant laser light show. Luckily, Trevor was pretty sure he'd left those demons back in the city. And he'd already swore that he wasn't ever going back there. No matter what chick he ended up with. Never again was he going there.
Pulling away from the thoughts and questions that were roaming his mind, Trevor tuned to the stranger ... Well, they were all strangers to each other, but at least he knew all of their names beside hers. "What's your name? I'm Trevor, this Gene, Felix, Alavar, and Anjti. And don't say nothing different. It's annoying when people lie about their name 'cause they're afraid of what they're gettin' themselves into." Realizing his annoying southern-type accent was come back, Trevor coughed a few times, trying to get that out of his head. The last thing he needed was any of those guys picking on him for what he sounded like. Especially that Felix kid. Looked a bit suspicious ... but of course Trevor thought the man in the doughnut suit outside that bakery looked suspicious. So, there really wasn't much telling in that point of view.
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(Oh gog- Kiri, that last part of your post had me laughing xDD.
Anyywaaay~ I'mma wait for, what- two days for Crystal to post, and then continue without her?)
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(( OMG Guyssss! I just finished "Divergent".... Most amazing book I've ever read.... I think I should make an RP o3o Sorreh. Nerdin' it up over here xD ))
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The little girl's sleeping body quivered hard, moisture covering her forehead as she dreamed. Her heart rate increased rapidly, her body shaking harder. Nightmares haunted the nights that she slept in the Forest. Gene tried so hard to keep from sleeping, but it never worked for more than three days. Gene had gotten used to the lack of food of course- her body was pretty much skin and bones. Because of her young age, she never really ate much anyway. Genevieve's eyes burst open, tears running down her cheeks. She looked around hysterically, her brain thinking nothing but paranoid thoughts and about Mother. Her breath came in short gasps as she fell into a panic attack- which were not uncommon for kids in the Forest. For the first time in ages, Gene cried five words that had never escaped her lips since the day she arrived in the Forest. "I want to go home," Genevieve wiped her cheeks and looked back up at Trevor. There were more people around her, and Genevieve wasn't used to it. Hysteria rose in the small girls body as she took short, raspy breaths. She looked up once again at Trevor. His eyes were a bright blue- the color was weird. She wasn't used to it. If someone had put a color chart in front of Gene and asked her to name the colors, she'd probably say that yellow was purple. Gene's small puffy cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she realized how childish she was being. She buried her face in Trevor's shirt to hide her face from all of the people- she hated the attention. As a child, she was always shy. But the Forest did things to her. It had impacts on a child's mind and sanity. Something broke in Genevieve right then- something snapped. A deep anger and hatred boiled up in her body. If mother had wanted her, she would've come by now. Her small grip on Trevor's shirt clenched. She was determined at that moment- She would find what Mother had in mind. Even if it made her fade in the process. Her belief in Mother had broken. Some part of her still wanted to believe- but the other parts all said that Mother would leave her to rot in this hell. Genevieve had heard that word once- her mother and father and brother had said it as she was a child, and when she went to church on Sundays, they'd talk about it. The word seemed like it'd fit this place. Her teary face stayed buried in Trevor's shirt. Gene didn't want to look at the others- they would judge her. Like everyone did. Genevieve looked at her hands. The angrier she got, the more color flowed back into them. A small smile spread across Genevieve's small, innocent-looking face.
(( I think Crystal will edit the post one page back when she does post. Scratch that xD my brain is moving at an excruciating pace right now. That was SoaringAway xDD ))
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Trevor
The first sign of Gene awakening and Trevor was alert yet again. Why? He didn't know. It was natural for him to stick up for others -- creepy ways he had -- and keep them safe.
When he looked down, the first thing he saw was a teary face and then frightened words escaped her mouth. "I want to go home!" Then her face was buried in his shirt, and he couldn't help but hold her tight. Though, like usual he gave someone a quick glare before letting it recede: Felix. First, that kid seemed intellectually smart which meant he could probably be stuck up like a lot of kids that Trevor used to know back when he was younger and in school. Like Johnny Gregory. Man, that kid was annoying. And who knows what Felix really was? Annoying like him? Or just cute and smart like that Rebecca Jeens was in third grade? Who knew ... well, he probably would later. No doubt he'd meet this kid again. He looked ... colorful. At least compared to Gene. Maybe a little more than himself.
Turning his head back to Gene, he stretched his neck down to her ear and whispered a few more words to her. "You will get home. I promise." With that promise put out there for little Gene to take in, Trevor turned back to the new girl and cleared his throat, waiting for her reply. The air seemed awkward in the little "group". It was a bit, airtight, and like how Gene felt, Trev was slightly uncomfortable. He literally hadn't been near so many people all at once in a long, long, long ... time. There was his time here in the hellhole of a place and then the farm and country land. The place where he truly felt safe and right at home. At least until he got trapped here.
Not many people just randomly came by and visited their farm unless they were health inspectors inspecting the crops or water supplies or animals. Of course, there'd been customers around a bit, but even when there was, it was only a few times when he actually interacted with them. Trevor was usually mucking out the barn or stalls while his father dealt with the other people. Mostly because he knew his son didn't want to do it, but also because he was afraid that Trevor would screw it up. A lot. So much Trevor would be forced to go back and live with his mother -- real mother -- and his father would end up God knows where. Probably eating breakfast, lunch and dinner at a soup kitchen and working for three hours each morning as a paper ... man. Mailman. Post officer. Whatever.
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Alavar
Alavar was startled by Gene's sudden movement, especially since it was really jerky. Alavar's dark blonde hair wilted onto her face, dripping down her chin. It itched; hair wasn't as fun as everyone thought. A slight breeze blow through her hair, it was freezing now, at least to her.
~Short~
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Name:Emily Rogers
Nickname:Emi
Age(4 to 14): 12
History: She is a orphan who was abandoned by her mother.Not much else
Personality:She is nice and likes to be around people.She can get mad easly but she tries not to.
Eye color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Extra:
Theme(Because I like to add this in -3-):I dont Care
Artist(The one I like is a remix):Apocalyptica/NightCore
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(( Accepted, but can you please add more to her history and personality? Like, more detail on when she was abandoned by her mother and how she's been living after. And for the personality, add what makes her mad easily. Was it something in her past? Or just the way she is? Just add those and tell me when you do. Thank you (: ))
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Alrighty.Will do that in a bit ^^)
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{{Tana copied, well I don't think she knows, my charries last name D:}}
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Holly Crystal Rogers
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Holly saw all the people, looking side to side anxiously. Then she decided to look to the boy, who looked about the same age as her (Trevor :P). "If we knew, we'd be out of this Cerberus's lair dungeon." He said, making his face look like Johnny Depp's face. She remembered seeing Johnny on Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, that she recently, watched with her mother. She looked at Trevor, like he was a guy dressed up as a hot dog in the middle of the scary forest. (xD) She then turned to the little girl that was asleep on the boy. So she looked at Felix, who had a pair of glasses in his mouth, and she looked at him suspiciously, then turned to the two girls. They looked kind of the same, and she turned back to Trevor, as he started to say stuff again. "What's your name? I'm Trevor, this Gene, Felix, Alavar, and Anjti. And don't say nothing different. It's annoying when people lie about their name 'cause they're afraid of what they're gettin' themselves into." He explained, as he said the names, she had no idea who he was talking about. But she guessed that the boy was Felix, and the little girl was Gene. So the other to must be Alavar and Anjti, but she wasn't to sure. Trevor then started coughing, and she looked at him suspiciously, but then when he stopped coughing, she said, "I'm Holly." She felt left out, they all had wicked names, but hers was ordinary, but she still loved her name.
Soon, she watched the little girl jerk from her sleep, and she almost jumped out of her skin. Luckily, she held he tears in, as that scared the hell outa her. "I want to go home," The little girl, apparently, called Gene cried. Holly wanted to cry and go home, just like the little kid. She sighed, and leaned against the tree, she felt kind of safer with all of these people with her. The little kid seemed to calm down, and then Trevor spoke again, but she couldn't hear him, because he was whispering.
It fell silent, and it felt pretty awkward... "Urm, how can we get outa here?" She asked, looking from the people her head hardly stopping. Dizzily, she stopped moving her head, and just looked at the ground.. Holly had a feeling that the first night she was going to spend here, was not going to be the last...
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((I think I'm going to have to leave. I've lost interest in this roleplay. :/))
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Name: Izabel Faryse (Far-ee-say)
"Hi there! I'm Izabel!"
Nickname: Izzy, Izza
"A lot of people call me Izzy or Izza, though. Whatever floats their boat, I suppose."
Age(4 to 14): 13
"I actually turned thirteen just last week! January 15th, to be exact."
History: Izabel was shuffled around quite a lot as a child due to her mother's almost constant travel, thanks to a job as a consultant. As a result, she never really had a chance to make "friends," per se. More... acquaintances that would come and go with her changing life. She would often sit by herself at recess, reading a book like Harry Potter. She often found herself becoming enthralled in fantasy worlds; at least, for the amount of time that she spent outside.
At home, Izzy would often stay in her room, out of her father's way. He was a recovering alcoholic, after drinking for upwards of 20 years, and was sometimes prone to violent outbursts. When this happened, she would just head out to the backyard, which was lined with large pine trees, and climb them for a few hours. This would give him enough time to calm down and straighten things back up. More or less, Izabel's childhood wasn't too bad; sure, her father had his episodes, but they never lasted long.
One day, Izzy was presented a Newfoundland puppy, whom she named Calliope, or Calli. The pair was playing in the backyard when the puppy started barking at something in the trees. Before Izzy could say anything, Calli had taken off into the forest, seemingly chasing after nothing. Izzy took off after her, but by the time she had caught up, she was far from home.
"I... I don't remember much. Just that I'm supposed to take care of Calliope here."
Personality: Izabel is shy around people that she doesn't know. She'll look at her feet and play with her hair, yet not utter a word. She takes a while to warm up to someone new, especially if they're older. However, once she's warmed up to you, she'll want nothing more than to talk with you. She can get a bit annoying because of this, but she usually picks up on it before it gets too bad. She suffers slightly from an overactive imagination, and sometimes sees things that aren't really there...
Or are they?
Eye color: A blue-green color (more on the blue side)
Hair Color: A fiery red with lighter shades of red spread throughout
Extra: She has a five month old Newfoundland puppy named Calliope that she takes everywhere with her. Calliope is quite friendly around other animals, even if they happen to be four times her size. (http://i48BannedImageSite/351wr5u.jpg) That's her ^^
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(( Accepted :3 ))
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((Whee! ^^ Shall I just sort of hop in?))
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[[ Go right ahead~. This thread needs to get out of coma. ^^ ]]
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Hopefullyit will, Soar.))
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(( Sorry guys ): I'll try to post sometime today or tomorrow. I'm having major writer's block. ))
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I would post something today, besides this, but I'm kinda sick. And I've been posting stuff all day. -_- *I'm so tired*
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[[ Eeeep. Writer's block. .__. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the roleplay. Just have no idea what to do. >.> ]]
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Holly Crystal Rogers
Holly rubbed her eyes, them drifting akwardly, from side to side. "Well, atleast can we find somewhere to shelter?" She asked, she didn't want to stay in a random circle. She then heard some German mumbling, and as she looked towards the girl she saw she was crying. Alavar apparently, her name was, was muttering German words... Holly breathed in and closed her eyes, she didn't even want to smirk. She knew how it felt to cry, she cried about anything.. Even when she couldn't find her cat, when she was like 8... Every day he went out to 'play with his cat buddies,' as Holly used to say, but when he was even only, 2 minutes late for his dinner she would cry. He would always come back. But the cat was involved with a 'hit-and-run' accident a year ago... Boy that made her upset. She felt tears in her eyes, just thinking of the terrible thought of her stripy tabby cat that prowled around like he was the king.. She put her hand up to her eye, blinked and then the tear came out, with skills, (xD) she instantly wiped the tear away.
She wanted to comfort the teenager, but she couldn't find the confidence in her to do so. She leaned against the bark of the wide tree, and she couldn't take her eyes of the girl... She felt sorry for her, people like Trevor and Felix probably, didn't know how the girls felt... Because, well they were boys, less teary! She slid down until her bottom slightly touched the forest floor, she stopped there, so she was kneeling down. Suddenly, she started to play with her blonde hair, not really knowing what to say or do. But finally, she picked up the courage to say, "Are you okay?"
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