My tangled strings...
They lead to you.
My tangled strings...
What can I do?
I dance and sing...
Pray for an end.
Happiness, that I bring...
Pray for an end.
Yet, I am a here...
A silent little puppet.
Not moving until my master commands...
My tangled strings.
WARNING: The puppets of this role play have no will. They do not have strings, but they are bound to their Marionette. They cannot disboey them, no matter what.
You are silently walking down the street, entranced by the own sound of your foot steps.
Pit Pat Pit Pat...
Until it was interuppted by another set of faster steps. You spin around to see a body walking, covered in a black trench coat. His eyes gleamed from behind the black mask he wore. Orange eyes. Your legs collasp underneath you. Your will being sucked away.The man grabbed your face, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Welcome, my puppet."
You black out...
The marionettes. They have the power. Random humans are chosen off the street, usually beautiful or handsome. THe marionettes have one flaw. A star of David on themselves. The more powerful they become or the more puppets they gain, the more noticable the stars. Beware. Once you are a puppet, there is no turning back unless your master dies.
Puppet Form:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Looks:
Master:
Other:
Marionette Form:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Looks:
Puppet(s):
Were star is:
Other:
I only want a few puppets, sorry.
