Bibliomania: An RP (members of the Bibliomaniac Army only)

[wickedwolfgirl]

((I dunno if it posted, but I did finish my forms. ))

[The Dragonfly Thief]

Username: DeadAlive
Name: Freya
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Book your character is from or was inspired by: Gracling
Species and/or powers: Gracling (Human), To become invisable.
Appearance (detailed description or picture):

((Sorry for the Anime, only picture that I could find that I think looks like her. One of her eyes is brown and the other is green.))
Personality: Freya is very cheerful and happy. Nothing seems to go wrong for her. I guess it helps that she can turn invisable when needed. She get annoyed though, when people are loud and such. She prefers peace and quiet.
History: When she was young, as soon as her eyes changed collour, she was taken away from her family. Freya was raised like a normal child until they found what her power was. As soon as she was trained, age seven, she was used as a spy for her king. Freya was on her way back from a mission when she was read out.
Other:Nope.

Username: DeadAlive
Name: Luna Lovegood
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Book your character is from or was inspired by: Harry Potter
Species and/or powers: Human, Witch
Appearance (detailed description or picture):

Personality:
Luna is quite quirky and has a dreamy demener. She can lose her self in the clouds but can be very blunt when speaking to people. She is a complete nonconformist; she lacks self-consciousness and isn't afraid to show who she truly is. Luna is highly intelligent and has a great mind for logic.
History: Must I write this? Luna became part of the books in her fourth year, in the Order. She fought with Harry in the Ministry and was held hostage in the Malfoy Manor. She was saved by Dobby and she fought in the battle. Neville was going to tell her that he loved her but it was to late, she had been read out.
Other: Nope.

((Sorry, again, for such large pics, they were the only ones that I thought looked like the characters that I had imagined while reading.))

[.jabberwocky]

((I'm so sorry, I already have Luna! But your other character is accepted. :3))

[The Dragonfly Thief]

((OH NO! Well, thanks for accepting Freya. I think I might make just one more, as you have Luna))

[kimmy1479]

~Scipio~

He scoffed at this too proud man. "That is your best defense? Gold is impractical?" he laughed then. "I speak to you of dying children and you rebuke me by saying I am ignorant because I hadn't guessed gold would bend and brake in the heat?" Agian he laughed. "And is it not right for me to brag? Boast that I have the ability to go into your home and take whatever I wish while you sleep? That I have the silence and agility of a cat? That I am so clever and strtigic that you won't even know what has happened until I am long gone? Taking things so valuable that they will feed a family for a year, but you probally won't even miss it. Truly, I pity your ignorance and isolation. It wasn't long ago that my father tried to make me 1 of you. Rich and niave." And with that, he ended his rant.

[.jabberwocky]

~Bilbo~
Bilbo was perfectly content.
He sat in his favorite armchair; the fabric was patched and worn in places, but it was very warm and comfortable. He closed his eyes and smiled as the flickering heat of the fire basked over his face and the bottoms of his curly-haired feet, the crackling sound of the sparks wafting softly in the small room. He nestled deeper into the chair, grasping his steaming cup of tea in his hands.
Peace. Warmth. Tea. No adventures of any kind. What more could a hobbit want?
Suddenly, he felt himself fall into nothingness, and let out a yelp he heard his tea cup smash against the floor. Spinning around in nothingness, and worried sick about his ruined rug, his heart sped against his chest a mile a second.
He slammed into the hard stone, bruising his elbow. He stood cautiously, his timid body shaking all over. The buildings were like nothing he had ever seen- and where were the trees? The Hill? The Shire? It was all gone!
And with that, Bilbo collapsed in a dead faint.

~Stella~
The noise. The stage. The crowd cheering as Lemonade Mouth walked into the flashing lights.
This is the life Stella had grown accustomed to these past few months.
She found her electric ukalale waiting for her on stage, and carressing its smooth wood with a finger held it in a playing position.
She flashed Olivia a supportive smile, knowing how much she had been stressing over this- but who could blame her?
They were performing at Madison Square Garden.
She met eyes with all the members of the band, one by one- Charlie, holding his drumsticks so tightly it looked as if he thought someone was going to take them away; Wen, fingering his trumpet nervously; Mo, confidently holding the bow to her bass; and Olivia, holding the microphone in a loose grip with both hands, timidly approaching the center of the stage.
These were her best friends. They could do this.
She lifted her arm to begin the first cord to Skinny Nancy-
BOOM.
She was falling through space, everywhere and nowhere at the same time, senses colliding with each other until she found herself slamming onto cold cobblestones, the chill of the night greeting her like a slap to the face. She groaned, and pushing herself slowly off the ground with her fists wondered where on earth she was. A small crowd of people seemed to be gathering over there- Was this some kind of sick joke?! She marched over to the oddly dressed group, still holding her ukalale and donned in her combat boots/leather jacket combo, and screamed "WHAT ON EARTH JUST HAPPENED?!"

~Luna~
Luna was carefully explaining to Parvati, for the fifth time, the concept of nargles. Why didn't she understand? It was really very simple.
"They're very mischievous thieves, you know. One stole my copy of The Quibbler this morning, in fact. I assume it was because I forgot to wear my butterbeer cork necklace- they help keep nargles away, father says-"
Suddenly, she found herself falling, as if the floor had collapsed on itself and revealed another dimension underneath. She felt herself being compressed and stretched out, colors blinking all around in her in flashes. Hm, this is interesting- I wonder if the nargles had anything to do with- but Luna didn't have time to finish her thought.
She did a bellyflop onto cold concrete, cutting her leg viciously in a three-inch long gash. "Huh... This is an odd sort of place, isn't it?" she thought, pushing herself to a standing position and taking in her surroundings.

[wickedwolfgirl]

((Jabber. I have a second character as well. FYI. I'll post really soon.))

[.jabberwocky]

((okay! :3))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

|Tybalt Capulet|

Being almost twice as tall as the boy and by far more powerful, it was not difficult for Tybalt to grab him by the collar of his shirt and life him off of the ground, slamming his back against the wall and pinning him there. Don't you dare speak to me of ignorance and isolation, boy. You know nothing about me or my family, or where I come from. I do not trust little boys who hide behind masks, and I certainly do not trust you. So do not make the mistake of thinking you know me, or who I am. I have spent my entire life guarding my cousin from the dangers of our world, even after both of my parents died. I will not stop until I can return and finish the battle that I started with my mortal foe, and a masked child who calls himself a thief will not get in my way. Do I make myself very clear?

[The Dragonfly Thief]

Username: DeadAlive
Name: Arya Stark (Arry)
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Book your character is from or was inspired by: The Game of Thrones.
Species and/or powers: Human, very good at sword play ("Stick 'em with the pointy end!")
Appearance (detailed description or picture):

Personality: Arry is very stubborn, she hates being a proper lady and would much rather spend time practicing with Needle, her sword.
History:

Arya Stark is the third child and second daughter of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn Stark. She is nine at the start of A Game of Thrones. A spirited girl with an interest in fighting and exploring, she is a foil of her proper sister, Sansa, whom she often describes as "stupid." She is particularly close to her bastard half-brother, Jon Snow. Throughout her travels, Arya displays great resourcefulness, cunning, and an unflinching ability to accept hard necessity. She is said to take after her fiery aunt Lyanna in temperament

From the book's wiki.
Other:Needle came with her.