Ｃａｓｔｌｅ ｏｆ Ｇｌａｓｓ (Multi-famdom rp) Open

[mikami]

~ZiM~
~162/16
~Irken Invader
~Mood;; p flustered, and
a little shocked
~Tagged;; blue

ZiM jumped. His heart beat hard
against his chest. //gah! wh-what
is this human doing?!// He winced
and instinctively held his arms
against his sides stiffly. "Gah...
Wh-what are you doing?" He
hissed, his freckles practically
disappearing because of how
hard he was blushing.

{that's alright~ this is p fun >w<
also small fact that his blush is
blue

because of his species}

[Choptop]

Demon-Lord Ghirahim

◊♦◊...Oh, hello there, Link. I see you're still among the living. Fancy meeting you here. We seem to bump into each other time and time again. Oh, it's no coincidence, though, is it? You and I, we're bound by a thread of fate.◊♦◊

name: Ghirahim {Gear-RAH-heem}. Although, he prefers to be indulged by his full title: LORD Ghirahim. But he's not fussy.
nicknames: Ghira, Ghiri, Debbie, Deborah Diamonds, etc.
gender: As feminine as he may be, he is mentally and physically a man.
age: He appears to take the form of a nineteen-year-old or so, however he is confirmed to be many millennia.
sexual orientation: Pansexual--Prefers men.
crush: Ahh..As he hates to admit..He does get particularly flustered by a certain blonde Skyloftian clad in a green tunic..
family: Unknown. Demise is the only being he could truly consider 'family'.
species: Demon and Sword-Spirit mix.
fandom: The Legend of Zelda.
voice: This dub of him is spot on to what I believe he'd sound like--sort of a combination of this, and Sebastian Michaelis' voice from Kuroshitsuji {Black Butler}.
theme song(s): This is his official theme that was constructed by Nintendo and I find the lyrics to the song 'Circus for a Psycho' by Skillet to be fitting for him.


appearance


hair: A natural pearly white that is fitted short and bristled to his neck in the back, with a neck-lengthing bang that covers the left part of his facial region.
eyes: Large, glossy chocolate brown eyes with a dust of dark purple eyeshadow brushed on his bottom eyelids, accompanied by bold black eyeliner and mascara.
skin hue: A very pale tone with a small tinge of nearly unnoticable gray. He also wears a vivid snowy white lipstick.
body type: Extremely tall and moderately but not overly toned, and lanky. He's also baby-faced with a tongue that lengths down to his collarbone {and has really nice legs yooooo}.
clothing: A skin-tight white spandex suit with diamond cutouts in multiple areas that reveal skin, with one strap that clings to his left shoulder. He has elbow-lengthed gloves with yet more cutouts, with one gold and copper armband that is fastened to his right upper forearm. More accessories conclude of a singular aquamarine, 3D dangly earring that pierces his right pointed ear, along with a gold sash with a ruby, diamond-shaped gem lined with pure gold. He also often clads himself in a maroon and crimson cloak with an unusual collar and pattern.
height: About 6'4.
weight: Not quite sure. 8T
scars: During a battle, a portion of his left elven ear was sliced off; which he hides with his locks due to embarrassment.
birthmarks: He has one diamond-shaped, black birthmark underneath his left eye, covered by his hair once more.


abilities


weapons: Ghirahim is certainly beyond a swordsman. Not only is he a blade himself, he enjoys using rapiers, broadswords, bridge-swords, and daggers, amongst a multitude of other things.
skills: He is talented in the arts of Dark Magic. Teleportation and shape-shifting are his specialties.
forms: Ghirahim has three forms,--or, 'stages', if you would wish to call them-- besides his average formation.
From left to right, these are his alternate selves:

First, his 'second' or 'corrupted' form, which is the next step towards transforming into the root-beer colored figure; his 'Final' or 'Sword-Spirit' form. And, finally, his true blade form. {Sort of an anti-Master Sword}


personality and background


personality: Ghirahim takes on the role of a very kind, formal, polite, and handsome young man with an enthusiastic spring in his step.
He comes off as extremely arrogant despite his witty and intelligent remarks, but you soon will discover that your judgements are very much correct.
Ghirahim is vein beyond words, and if you were to hand him a mirror, he would probably stare into it with a bashful expression for hours off end while commenting on how lovely his physique is, or maybe how 'supple' his skin seems to be.
While interacting with others, he will usually be decent and keep a grin, even if he is putting them down in the seclusion of his own mind. However, if you trigger him by saying one wrong statement, he'll almost no doubt snap and become aggressive, and outrageously sadistic.
He has a tendency of having a ridiculous short temper, and will often go out of his way to mock, frighten, or intimidate the one he takes interest in {example: Link}.
During battle, he becomes relentless and merciless. He's quite impressive with sorcery and sharpened weaponry, so he certainly works up to the expectations of a worthy opponent.
Finally, it would be nice to keep in mind that he is persistant, seductive, and flirticious. He certainly strives for all his goals. ;0

history: After the reign of the elder Demon-King, when Ghirahim had been prince, a new ruler of the demonic kingdom was assigned. He had been addressed as 'Demise'. Although, during his place of the throne, the Gods and Goddesses had been running back and forth for the stunning 'Hylia'.
Demise, with Ghirahim being his most sentimental and cherished servant by his side, lead an evil army of Bokoblins and Moblins to wreak havoc on the Surface. Hylia, outraged, cast a curse upon Demise, so that he would be trapped inside of an ancient artifact at the bottom of the spiral ramping in the Sealed Grounds as The Imprisoned.
From there on, Ghirahim sworn revenge and amped his rank up to 'Demon-LORD' instead of a measly minion. His ambition is to capture someone with a soul pure enough to ressurect his beloved master, while ridding of any annoyances that stand in his way.

[Grape Eater]

~Peacock~

So... What was this place?
The young hybrid would comically itch the back of her head with a wince, glancing around this landscape that could only be titled as tundra. Maybe... She shouldn't have leapt into that interesting hole, back at the lab.
It just appeared- from no trigger at all- displaying lands of white.
Almost like it was just /waiting/ for something... Or as Peacock herself thought. What was beyond this pit to another world? Her curiosity kept growing larger by the second, the rest of the group either avoiding or tossing it in their discussions.

"We need to sacrifice the elderly!" The cyborg had shouted with a puff of cheek, the idea was quickly turned down.
It seemed nobody had such courage as to discover what this blotch contained. They could have been turning down riches, here! Yet they could be turning down disaster, as well... Ah, who was she kidding.
Peacock can handle it! She can handle anything... right?
If nobody else was going to solve these mysteries... It was up to her. Find out what that portal has- good or bad, maybe try and live to tell the tale- a plan given up as soon as she looks over her shoulder and finds the security of her home gone.
Wasting no time, she leaps to her feet with a tiny shiver.
It was colder than a corpse... how bothersome.

"Mother of god...~" The young one yelps whilst stomping her way through the cold, white flakes. Maybe a cigar would warm her up. Whilst trudging through this deep snow, she clenched her eyes, trying her hardest to think up such an object... But fails.
She blames it upon the cold before speeding her pace up, starting to scavenge for a shelter of some sort- weather it be a tree, or a really kind person. To the teens' disappointment, no sign of life was around... it was even a little scary, something she kept inside. Surely, there had to be something!
there was. Just a bit farther in the horizon lays a large establishment. Lone, of course. Desolate.
Must have been a wish come true!
"Jackpot!" Cheers Peacock as she sprints in its' direction.

[rad']

ah, man! this kid had literally nothing on him! blue tutted to herself, still groping around in zim's pockets in the hope that anything - anything! - might show up. nobody just walked around with no money on them - right? the idea was absolutely absurd to the girl! money was a necessity, was it not? something everyone just had to have! but this kid seemed to be an exception - he was strapped for cash, strapped for gold, strapped for anything that might've been bloody useful to blue! it was a damn shame, as well. she might have liked to keep this one around.

"Comforting myself..!" blue whispered in response to zim's rather flustered question, sighing heavily as she burrowed her face into his shoulder. that might have been the first true thing she had said to this little thing since the moment she had met him. not finding any kind of loot was actually pretty disappointing - usually the targets she picked out were loaded. blue sighed heavily again. this one really wasn't gonna give anything up, was he? the girl removed her hands from his pockets, instead placing them one each shoulder, so that she could get a good look. oh man. blue squinted her eyes at the fresh new face in front of her. he was blue.

"are you okay?" blue tittered, ever so slightly cocking her head at zim, wiping away a few fake tears. he was, like, blue! her name kind of blue! wasn't that, like, a sign of hypothermia? it was cold after all - blue wouldn't blame the dear if he was freezing!
suddenly, all trace of blackmail was gone from her voice. the charming, sweet tone was still there however.
"you look a little..." she trailed off, trying to think of the right word to describe the blue face. "a little off!" blue cooed, cupping her face with a hand. her eyes were still darting and examining zim's body for any valuables hidden on him. blue certainly couldn't let anything like that get away! but, ah, the poor dear looked awful! positively blue. the girl smiled sweetly at zim. she had better get him in before he died.

[Ploegy]

(Accepted~)

Callie
As Link spoke, a dorky smile crossed the scout's lips, something that was a rarity to happen with her before a stifled laugh escaped from them. "As much fun as dancing sounds, I can assure you I cannot dance so we would be in a great deal of trouble if that were the case," she chuckled. "I would have to cheat by using my gear to move over the floor to not set off the traps in that situation." The thought of her even trying to dance made her shake her head and smile like a fool. If there was something she would embarrass herself at it certainly would be just that. She was no dancer by any means, only a soldier. She rarely even had time to enjoy such activities anyways due to her occupation. Cleaning, training, learning, eating, sleeping, and going on missions was all she ever did, though ever now and then she'd skim through one of the few books she had in her room. She was sure some of the other scouts had time to dance and the likes, but it had never interested her, especially since it meant having a partner. That was something she always lacked with her inability to befriend people or even be kind for long periods of time. She was actually surprised that she had managed to keep herself calm around Link for this long. Maybe it was the change of the situation she was in. Titans weren't banging at her doorstep, killing her comrades. She was simply trapped and part of her knew she needed allies in order to escape. Link had become that ally she was beginning to trust to have her back if she was in any trouble in this place. It actually felt nice to have someone like that. As Link began to speak of the grand piano and walk toward it, Callie followed behind him, keeping her pace slow as well. She hoped the floor didn't have any traps that might go off and stir up some strange occurrence.

[AcetheKidd]

Wes nodded and sighed."Right..lets get out of here then and start looking around." He said and glanced at his two pokemon. He had a bad feeling about this all. "I don't even know where to start looking. Lets take a left." he said once they where out and looked around

[Choptop]

{thanks ! 8D welp, Ghirahim is certainly open--so feel free to interact with him.

I also probably will make a form for one more character quickly later.}

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{male}~{The Legend of Zelda}~{confused/shocked}~{pansexual}~{no crush/significant other}~{open}

A glossy man lay unconscious, splayed out on a cold, foggy tile made out of pure glass. The figure soon perked up, breathing heavily as a large thump sounded outside. It was rather startling, and it got his heart racing rapidly.
His white locks were tossed up and stray strands lingered in his eyes, slung over his nose as his makeup was smeared tragically.

Ghirahim sneered, wriggling his limbs as he struggled to climb to his feet with a pained groan.

Honestly, Ghirahim's attire and such made him easily resemble a 'failed court jester' of some sort. And, since he was shaken up so horribly, he wasn't as attractive as usual, so that just doubled his bad luck, vanity-wise.

"W-Where in Nayru's name am I..?" he mumbled to himself underneath his wispy breath, rubbing his temples as his eyelids fell halfway over his glimmery hazel orbs.
Just as he began to finally come to, Ghirahim gave his surroundings a brief scanning, humming thoughtfully as he wandered about.
The area was strange and unfamiliar to him, and frankly it made his chest tighten with worry.

[mikami]

~ZiM~
~162/16
~Irken Invader
~Mood;; confused
~tagged;; blue

ZiM tilted his head. "Wha?" He
blinked, then recalled that humans
have red blood. "O-oh." He coughed.
"I'm fine. That's... Just how I blush."
He muttered shyly, tucking his
hands in his hoodie pockets.
//gah, my anatomy messes
my whole disguise up.//

[Grape Eater]

~Peacock~

Peacock seems to be hesitant of entering this fine building. It was much too fancy for a rough child like herself, she was aware of that. The more she dwelled on the image of the structure, the more she hated it. she gives a final peek behind her- just to see if there was any other option.
Discovering nothing much else, she faces the doors once more, giving them a firm knock and stare.
"Hellooooo~?" Peacock asks out in a slightly metalic tone, curious if someone owned this place in the middle of nowhere.

[yttd]

Aoi Asahina - tags; Elliot
She nodded a little, now cheered up quite considerably, she took Elliot by the arm, wrapping her arm between the crook of his and very gently leading him along toward the castle. "I'm sure we'll be able to find some sort of sanctuary in there...sometime..."She murmured. "It might take a little while...but there should be some form of kitchen...or bedroom...or donut stand! Oh! I do hope there's a donut stand!" Her mouth beginning to water. "I mean, even if they just sell cronuts, that's okay...as long as they're not just plain butter ones, I like chocolate flavoured cronuts!"She babbled on.

Rosa - tags; Ruby

Rosa nodded quietly, glancing down at Sandile, who trembled in her arms. "I think they sense something bad in here, Sandile's trembling in a nervous way..."She murmured, using her Team Plasma days to identify the emotion the pokemon she hedl was feeling. "It's definitely a bad emotion..."She added. "Maybe this place isn't what it seems..."