❥ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ʀᴏᴏᴍ

[princess pudding]

ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ
ᴘᴜʀᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀɪɴɢ
Tʜᴇ Gʟᴀss Rᴏᴏᴍ

When you woke in the white room, everything was a blur. A faint, drowsy one that you immediately rejected for a dream. Suddenly, the door frame was thrown against the wall, and something entered with a calm saunter. Both shock and clearness struck your head and you scrambled up from the cot, looking round before studying the intruding man. He smiled, but it wasn’t pure, nor was it pleasing. What’s going on? was your first thought, and then, where’s my room? Where am I? The man seemed to have read your thoughts, because he leaned back and began to speak in a clear, charming voice, “I can see you’ve become acquainted with your new surroundings. You put up some pleasant struggling, but did you really think you’d get away from me so easily?” Horror drops in your stomach like a heavy stone. A memory, vivid and fuzzy, begins to form: the two men and the van. A long trip. A very long sleep. “This will be your room from now on,” he continues, rubbing his chin arithmetically, “There’s no escaping, my dear little child. You’re in my special facility, secret, but proposing. Here you will learn the necessitates of fighting—do as I say and I promise you will stay alive. Disobey my wishes, and your blood will be spilled in The Glass Room, just like countless others.” The more he says, the more horrified and confused you become. I want to go home. This has to be a bad dream. “I’ll fill you on the details quite soon,” chimes the man, crossing his arms over his chest and grinning like a madman, “but for now, rest yourself. Forget your old life…this new one will be gruesome and blood-bathed, but for the better. My name is The Puppet Master, but that’s all you need to know about me. Farewell, child.”

Imagine a world solely dominated by hatred. A place where only the strong survive, and the weak must choose between darkness or death. There is no love, light or hope. Just violence and a lust for blood. The only way to make do is to battle, day by day, sword by sword, backstabbing your allies and destroying what is left of your enemies. Whatever dignity for good that rested in a child’s heart was crumpled and forgotten like an old love letter, left to cower in the shadows with tear stains and bitterness, nothing but a bad memory. No, my child, the place I speak of is not Hell.

It's very, very real, and your living in it.

[princess pudding]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ

Welcome to The Institute of Doesn’t Exist. That’s right, folks, your trapped in a place even the Government hasn’t a clue about. To make it worse, there’s no possible way of escape. The facility rests on an island off the coat of you’ll never find out, surrounded by crashing waves and shard rock; even worse, this place is huge, crawling with guards, and somewhere around as complicated as the labyrinth. There aren’t many children here, but you’re lucky enough to be one of them in this second batch abducted!
As you already know, The Puppet Master—the creepy man to which was pleasant enough to wake you—has brought you here for the purpose of making you great; a powerful, dangerous weapon scorned without innocence. His plans? Well, even I don’t know the details, but there’s one thing for sure, and that’s this young man is bonkers, and he wants war. That’s where you come in. Phase one starts with you six children, locked together in the lower level of the facility (Room 1027, a beautiful master room just as white as everything else around here) and forced to make contact with one another. Part 2 of Phase 1, is you fight. Several times a day, two chosen randomly for each. There will be no killing unless absolutely necessary—the child that shall take the victory of the battle will be greatly rewarded and given proper weapons. Once you’ve learned to hurt without hesitation, to slaughter without terror, more children will be taken to the Facility. That’s only if Phase One goes accordingly. You see, you aren’t the first half a dozen to be given this gruesome task of brutality. The last didn’t cooperate, but The Puppet Master was reluctant to give up on his youthful army. His wish if that you learn to hate, to kill, and to spill blood, and his long-sought dreams can continue to the next Phase. Now, then, having that cleared up…Time for a tour!



✘ The Glass Room


Ah, yes. The large room made of complete glass; both a punishment and glorified accommodate where you and your chosen opponent are to fight. The winner shall see his reflection above his victim surrounding him at every wall, filled with pride and savagery, but as for the loser…they may wither and weep in their blood, unable to escape the image of their failure. Neat, right?


✘ The White Room


There are hundreds on the second floor, but you six are the only ones to fill the few spaces. A simple white room, accommodated by a cot, a bathroom, and a mirror. Rather dull, if I may so myself. You will spend your sleepless nights in your room, but most of the day will be spent in Room 1027 and the Glass Room, not here.


✘ Room 1027—The Gathering / Training Room


A massive, white room (as you’ve noticed, the Puppet Master is quite fond of that colour—most of the facility is white) created especially for you and the other five to socialize. Much of your time will be spent here, but it is mostly empty. It’s a boring life, but The Puppet Master promises it will be worth it. Weapons are left for their specified persons, but there may be nothing but training to go on.

[princess pudding]

ʀᴜʟᴇs

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➳ All of Tess’s rules apply.
Most everything should be common sense, but here are some things to keep in mind.

➳Characters
Characters should be from ages fourteen to eighteen. Remember that they are supposed to be children. Always avoid mary / gary sues and do your best to make them flawed in some way. If I see too much perfection in your character and it becomes a problem, you will be warned. Romance is perfectly fine with me [ in fact, I encourage it ], but don’t let it stray away from the actual plot of the RP. Also remember to be appropriate and fade to black when needed.

➳Forms
I will not give you a form; this is your ticket into the roleplay, and I suggest you put effort into it. Since this is a more laid back roleplay, I won’t be super hardcore on this rule. Do remember this is still semi-literate though, and ‘laid back’ does not mean a sentence for personality and description…I’m taking paragraphs. If I don’t think you are literate enough, please don’t feel offended.

➳Activity
If you are going to join my roleplay, please consider actually posting. If you don’t reply within a week [ unless I have been informed ], your character will be deleted from the list. I don’t mean to sound like a big jerk, but I’m serious when it comes to activity. This also goes for reservations—you will have two days to post your form, and then it will be available for someone else. You may pm me for extentions.

➳Romance
Most of this was explained already, but there’s still some things I’d like to add. Don’t immediately assume this is a lovey dovey roleplay. I love romance, but it becomes boring if you start a relationship off too soon, causing things to die. Because of this, I ask you actually have your characters get to know each other before jumping into anything. Your own characters may not fall in love or even have the slightest interest in each other, period. As a side note, I don’t mind bisexual relationships.

[princess pudding]

ᴛʜᴇ sɪx

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➳ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇs

Izzy / female / 15 / ❅Cider Chi.
Celestia Bellum Thorne / Female / 16 / Lady Loki
Abigail Emma Denai / Female / 16 / Kitty-Wolf-Chan


➳ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs

Kouji Destiny Marisu / Male / 18 / Yomi Aino
Skye / Male / 14 / Kiro & Hikari
Bailey Zayden Wright / Female / RemainAnonymous

[princess pudding]

♥ Paisley Crisp ♥ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ | Fғᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ | Vᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

“Hullo!”

... ♥ ...

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ♥ Paisley Crisp
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ♥ N/A
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ♥ Female
ᴀɢᴇ ♥ 14 Years Old


... ♥ ...

... ♥ ...

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When the skies are grey

... ♥ ...

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♥ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

“Eᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, sᴏ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ?”

... ♥ ...

ʙʀᴏᴡɴ
ᴇʏᴇs
♥
ᴄʜᴇsᴛɴᴜᴛ
ʜᴀɪʀ
♥
ᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ

... ♥ ...

ɛyɛƨ} Paisley’s eyes are a deep, honey brown with flecks of gold and hazel that give her a gorgeous touch of light. They are possibly the most intriguing feature about her and are often nicknamed ‘the Bambi Eyes’ that seem to get the petite girl anything she wants—and she has a way of manipulating people because of it. The irises are a mixed chestnut colour that don’t follow one exact colour aspect, but Paisley prefers to just call them ‘brown’.

Ħαιя} Paisley has unusually beautiful long hair that curls to its own liking without the use of products; It falls down to about her chest and has a swoop to the end. The colour is a soft chestnut brown, slightly lighter than her eyes, with a few bright strawberry blond highlights and large, doll-like bangs that fall over her forehead. She pulls her bangs back time to time, but for the most part, she leaves it as it is and bobs her hair in the back to keep it out of her way. She isn’t a perfectionist, so she doesn’t mind it looking messy.

Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи} Paisley is often nicknamed ‘the silent angel’ and ‘little lamb’ due to her sweet and young-looking appearance. She has long, wavy chestnut hair that looks alit auburn in the sunlight, which often adapts to beach waves when damp. Her hair is often framed as big, bushy and gorgeous, with natural strawberry blond and honey highlights that give it an extra glow. She has an obsession with the term ‘girly’, despite her residence in the Institute; she loves to wear bows and ribbons in her hair or pulls it up in a ballerina bun, in which she claims “makes me feel like a dancer”, thus giving her the girly-girl appearance. Her eyes are a gorgeous shade of honey brown that contain flecks of gold and hazel, in which many mistaken for contact lends. She is extremely flexible and has always wanted to be a dancer due to her small proportion and skinny legs that offer an extra boost when running; Pip’s body shape is slender and petite, much like her mother’s was at her age, and she obtains a short height; she looks at least three years younger than her real age, which seems to puzzle and baffle people when she spills the dirt. If there is anything Pip loves more than dancing it is bows, frills and dresses- at heart, she is still a child.

♥ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

“Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ!”

... ♥ ...

Cʟᴜᴍʙsʏ
♥
Pʟᴀʏғᴜʟ
♥
Fʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ
♥
ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ
♥
Aɪʀʜᴇᴀᴅ

... ♥ ...

Paisley could be a numerous amount of traits, but there is much more than just a cute face that defines her innocence. She could be an easy pushover to you, but she knows how to fight for herself and could possibly be understood as a hard opponent once given the right training. The pros and cons build up, but there is one thing for sure, and that is that Paisley is a lovable girl. She is energetic, playful, and rarely ever shows her discouragement in front of the naked eye; anything negative is hidden behind her thoughts and feelings, and although it only adds a heavy weight to her shoulders, she has learned to deal with her problems on her own. As a child she was raised to act accordingly and respectful of the world around her, but it is also the reason her goofy personality has cracked through.

Often an airhead and clueless, Pip has gotten herself into a world of trouble from day one. She hates even the thought of conflicting pain on another being and will do anything in her power to stop it from happening. Her mother once told her that it’s easy for someone with a good heart to stray onto the wrong path, and it has kept her straight all these years. When she was kidnapped, Paisley knew her life would change drastically, but she has always help onto her mother’s worse. There is nothing that can break little Paisley. Corruption, love, drugs and The Glass Room are barely an obstacle in her eyes, and although she has lived a lifetime, evil is something she is able to ignore. To her, there is good in everyone, and it is only a matter of seeking it out. She has gone to extreme heights to discover this and is willing to trust anyone.

[princess pudding]

{{ open

[fly away.]

♦ Nice To Meet You ♦

Full Name:
"My name is Bailey Zayden Wright, and if you make fun of it for being a girl I won't be happy. So please don't, kind sir.. Or ma'am.."
Nickname:
"Just call me Bailey, or Zayden, I don't really care."
Age:
"I am fifteen years young."
Gender:
"Total dudeness right here."
Anything Else?:
Nope.



♦ In The Mirror ♦

Overall Appearance:
Bailey is a little on the short side for his age, he's very skinny though. Like really skinny. His hands are always moving, at a rapid pace. He has a sprinkle of freckles across his face. He has very pretty blue eyes that stand out against anything. He has longish blonde hair that falls into his eyes, he has one of those faces that you can only describe as pretty. He's not handsome, just pretty. His smile is nice, though it's not perfect, really, he has quite a few crooked teeth. He usually wears baggy clothes that hang on his frame so you can't tell how skinny he is.
Hair:
Blonde, and semi-long.
Eyes:
A nice and pretty blue.
Build:
He's skinny and short, fragile.
Body Modifications?:
None.
Anything Else?:
He has a necklace he always wears, the chain and the pendant are gold. The pendant is a cross. He keeps it hidden in case anyone tries to steal it. It's always tucked safely under his shirt.



♦ Diggin' A Little Deeper ♦

Personilaty:
Bailey laughs in the face of danger.. literally. That's how he calms himself, cracking jokes. He makes jokes so people think he's calm and not scared. He doesn't show weakness, he doesn't like to. He also always keeps his hands moving, due to ADHD. They never stop, he's always doing something with them. He's known for being wild and getting in trouble. He doesn't really like authority all that much. He keeps people calm, by cracking his jokes. If people are calm then he knows that everything will be alright, even in a strange situation. He likes to smile. He likes to be happy.
History:
Bailey's parents met when his mom was at the Supermarket, and they had a one night stand(Bailey's mom liked to sleep around), and then his dad left. Bailey had an alright childhood, his mom was amazing. She died when he was eight though. She was at a bank(where she worked) and there was a robber that showed up. The robber demanded money, and his mom being his mom, wouldn't let them go without talking to them. She was trying to convince them that they were probably just going through hard times and that things would look up. All the witnesses that survived said that she was very brave and didn't die in vain. Bailey brushed that off, because seriously, who talked to robbers when they were pointing guns at you? Bailey doesn't talk about that much. Bailey went to his first foster home three days after, they had given him time to try and find relatives that would take him in, but nobody would. Bailey ran away from the foster home two days after her got there. The foster home was horrible, and frankly after his mom Bailey was just afraid that he would get attached to someone and then something would happen to them. And that was how Bailey lived, that's how it worked, they put him in a foster home, he ran away, and then they caught him again. The only thing he kept was a picture of his mom and a spare change of clothes, otherwise he had nothing. He was alone in the world. Now he's here.
Other:
Nope.

[Noel]

Forgive the lack of another fancy form, my coding skills remain at that of a drunken monkey.

"Catch me if you can.
But you never will.
And I'll stab you in the back."

Skye | fifteen | male

➸ Basics
{ Name } Skye
{ Nickname } Sky-Sky by condescending older people
{ Age } Barely fourteen, though he doesn't look it.
{ Gender } Male

➸ Appearance

{ Physical Appearance } Skye is fourteen; boy does he not look it. Skye's lucky if people think he's twelve. He's short and slim with the softer, smaller features of younger children and large, chocolate eyes. His blond hair sticks up at random angels and gets in his face and makes him look all the more childish, much to his annoyance. To be honest, his face is cute, especially if he's pouting and those large eyes of his are open wide. His legs are long, but only in comparison to the rest of him and not to anyone else. He's well aware that he's thin and looks beyond young, and if he had the option, dresses to emphasis that.
However, he always wears slightly loose long pants if he can, to hide the amount of muscle on his legs.
{ Eye color } Dark brown
{ Height } 4'11
{ Weight } Perhaps eight pounds wet
{ Modifications } None really, other then some old burns on his arms.

➸ Inside Their Mind

{ Personality } Everything Skye does is based off his complete fear of death. He will do anything to avoid it, no matter how many people he has to kill. However, all odds are against him in this scenario; he's young, he's small, and not particularly strong, often thinking he was brought to be an easy target to test if others could really strike him down. Skye quickly calculated that there weren't many ways he could emerge from this alive, and he came to two conclusions. He would need to learn to fight and fast, leaving him spending all his time practicing. The second was that if he was there to test if people could kill him, then he was going to make it worth it. Skye plays the adorable, scared little child around others, bursting into tears in their arms whenever possibly, loudly crying that he doesn't want to die. Those tears are real; he's terrified. He becomes friends with whoever he can, trying to make as many alliances as he possibly can in a vain attempt to make people not want to kill him.
Skye is a backstabber though. In the glass room, if he's not being shown sympathy, the person isn't a valuable friend, and there's a chance of winning, Skye has only one goal; strike them down. Those hours of training do pay off; he can sometimes manage it. In the glass room, the sobbing boy is gone, replaced by a Skye that wants violence and doesn't want to loose, and will do anything to achieve that. However scared of death he is, Skye is anything but scared of battle. Very young yes, but he loves to fight. He loves to see blood and be superior, to see his triumphant expression reflected in the mirrors of the glass room. He's a shy, timid, very young child who's prone to tears outside of the glass room, inside a killing machine.
Also, he's hyperactive at random moments, which only makes him look younger.
{ Likes } Violence. Stuffed animals. Sunlight. Candy.
{ Dislikes } Death, but that's more of a total fear. He also doesn't like large bodies of water, vegetables, and most insults.
{ Strengths } Skye has a large amount of muscle on his legs, and he's small and agile; he's fast and damn can he kick hard.
{ Weaknesses } Everything not in strengths when it comes to physical aspects, and he lies automatically.

➸odds and ends
{ Sexuality } The kid's fourteen and acts younger, I'd say asexual for the moment.
{ Devotions } No one. Or more accurately, anyone who will help him survive, and everyone else he will backstab in an instant.
Preferred weapons Sharp things. Knives are his favorites; easily to wield and fast, swords coming in a close second if they're thin.

[princess pudding]

{{ Your both accepted ^^

I must have missed that. I'll go back and take it out, but no, they don't have powers.

[fly away.]

((Yay! When are we allowed to start?))