:: Fairy Tale :: Fantasy :: Open :: High Semi-Lit ::

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fair·y tale
noun
1.
a children's story about magical and imaginary beings and lands.

Imaginary, they said. Made up. Meant for kids. Huh. What did they know?

You have been sucked into a fairy tale. Not just any fairy tale, but all of them. Snow White, Red Riding Hood, the Tortoise and the Hare... if you can name it, it is there. If that isn't bad enough, you are now a character of one of those stories. Not like your personality has been altered, but you have been sucked into the life the character had at the very beginning of the story. Sound bad yet? I'm not done: there isn't any hope of getting back, so you better get used to it. Oh, and all of the fairy tale villains are after you. No pressure or anything.
Oh, the wonders you'll see. An impatient tortoise or a threatening Belle? Enter to your own risk.

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Rules:
Sorry, but any roleplay has to have them.
1.
No more than four characters per person. And if you have more than two, different genders.
2.
I shouldn't have to say this, but all of the site's rules apply.
3.
Make your own form, I am really not picky. Just make sure to include: the fairy tale character, the basics about your character, and anything else we might need to know. A weakness is a must and if you did a phobia, it would absolutely great. The more details the better, as with the posts! C:
4.
This is semi-lit. Make your posts pretty (or at least neat), descriptive, clear and easy to read. At least four lines per post, though the usual expectation is above that. Three lines is writer's block and is fine. In the worst case of Writer's block, two lines might work, but don't do that all the time. The other expectations still apply to all posts, writer's block is no excuse to to write things other players can not understand.
5.
Grammar must be perfect. At. All. Times. I will be watching and you get two warnings before you are out. Perfect capitalization, punctuation, and, hopefully, spelling. For bad capitalization or punctuation, once, you won't get a warning, but if I see post with
three or more examples of incorrect grammar when it should have been obvious, you get one warning. Repeat it and you are out. End of Discussion.
6.
No ragdolls, mary/gary sues, powerplaying and such. Again, one warning and you are out.
7.
This is not a romance roleplay, though some romance is acceptable, even encouraged. But no romance sub-plots, or things going beyond light kissing.
8.
About character making: if you choose to play the tortoise from the Hare and The Tortoise, that is fine. However, you will not be an actual tortoise, but, most-likely a shapeshifter, or, perhaps, just a human representation of the tortoise. That brings me to the topic of powers: they are acceptable if and only if you can give them a good explanation. For example, if you are a fairy godmother, you will be able to have a wand and do basic animal transfiguration some spells.
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Do not use any characters from anything but fairy tales. The Grimm brothers are probably fine, but nothing like Hermione Granger, Sherlock Holmes, Amelia Pond, ect. Actually, a good way to decide would if they have a last name or not. There will be exceptions, of course, and if you aren't sure, PM me.
10.
Remember, you are playing a "normal" person who has fallen into the role of a fairy tale character, not the actual character.
11.
Pets are fine, but please try not to make someone have more than three pets, and no pets like lions or anything like that.
12.
If your fairy tales are gruesome, inappropriate, offensive or somehow else not kid-friendly, please refrain from using them, or at least do not describe them on the site. Same things apply to roleplaying.
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Have fun! That is a crucial rule. Do not leave anyone out, whatever happens.

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_ You can play bad guys if you so wish _
_ Try to keep genders balanced _
_ You may use exotic or common fairy tales, as long as you don't use the fairy tale to make your character a Mary/Gary Sue _
_ The opening post should probably be longer than normal _
_ Your character will actually body-switch: so no picture will probably be needed if the character is well known, however, some characters like the prince in Snow White, Cinderella, Peter Pan or Jack from Jack and the bean stalk might not have as much of a known appearance. A description or picture is greatly appreciated in that case._
_ Below is an example of what is acceptable and what is not _

i was annoyed at th e dwarves' endles bickring maybe i should do sumthing, but i didn't know wut.
"would you just quit whisteling?!!!!" i yelled and felt like storming out of the house so i did. i walked out 2 see a old lady with apples wakling to the house "oh, would you people leave me alone" I asked and w/o waiting for her to say anythin i ran into the town and saw a young man who seemed to b very confsed and holding a cow while sum other stupid dude offered him beans for da cow.

Kathy Goldman | Snow White | Annoyed
The dwarfs seemed to never to never stop disagreeing and it drove me up the walls. At the point when they actually shut up for a moment to start whistling, I took it as an improvement, but soon it proved to be as aggravating as their arguing, if not more.
"This is it!" I almost howled. "I asked you at least six times this morning, stop making useless noise with your mouth just because you can! I am not a preschool teacher!"
I stormed of the house, wondering how who Snow White could stand it. As I ran from the small house, I saw an old old carrying a basket of apples, and tried to slow my pace before I collided with her, but it was too late. Just before I bumped into her, sending us both flying down the path, apples bouncing left and right.
Just before that, I heard her muttering something like, "Good maiden, sweet maiden, fair maiden, would you like to have an apple?"
I helped her get to her feet, apologizing and she gathered her apples from the ground and turned to me. Her grubby thumb rubbed the apple, as if she was trying to shine it, but it only left trails of dirt on the apple. Ew.
"Thank you for your help, sweet maiden, good maiden, fair maiden. Would you like an apple in return for your services? A sweet apple, the best apple, the..."
"Yes, and I am gullible enough to accept candy from strangers." I said sarcastically, a new wave of annoyance piercing me when I realized where this was going. With stupid persistence she gave me the apple anyway, and I slipped in my pocket, just in case I decided to poison the seven dwarfs later on. You never know.
My now black hair (it was red before I woke up in Snow White's shoes) hung over my eyes as I stormed on, reaching a market place. A confused boy was standing there, a cow with a rope tied around her neck in his hand. I guessed he was from my world by the look on his face. Some bloke was trying to get him to trade the cow for beans.
"Yeah, because that is totally a fair deal." I lifted my eyebrows, then tossed my apple to him. Stunned, he caught it underhand. "Here, have an apple and go to scam someone else with that."
"Hi," I smiled at the boy with the cow. "I'm Katherine."

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Here is a list of the characters already taken. You can not use those characters. PM me to reserve a character.
- Cinderella from (*gasp*) Cinderella || Melissa Rogers || Played by me
- Big Bad Wolf from Red Riding Hood || Aurelia/Silver || Played by silverwolf26282
- Fox from the Golden bird || Reserved
- Princess from the Golden bird || Reserved
- Red Riding Hood from (*drumroll*) Red Riding Hood || Penelope I. Shade || Played by Leonn
- The Master Thief || Lance Aldridge || Played by Infamous
- Sleeping Beauty || Briar Chevalier || Played by akitcougar
- Puss in Boots || Markus Fair || Played by akitcougar
- Alice From Wonderland || Anna L. || Played Akvar02
- The Bad Fairy From Sleeping Beauty || Eliza Hallows || Played by snow magick
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|Looks | Character | XX | XX |
Tell me what you are, but not who you are...
N a m e:
"I'm Melissa Rogers. I prefer Mels, though, that's much shorter and has a nice ring to it. Don't call me Cinderella. Ever."
A g e:
"I'm eighteen. Or was eighteen. No idea how old I'm now."
G e n d e r:
"If my name, or names, don't drop a clue to that I am a girl. Female. Whatever else you want to call it. And I won't be quite offended if you thought other wise: I sure don't act like one. I mean, what's the fun in that?"
S p e c i e s:
"Again, I will not take offense at the fact that you couldn't tell I was human. "
F a m i l y:
"Well, in this world I have a stepmother and two step sisters, along with a failure of a father. Joy."

Peer in to the looking glass, tell me what you see...
G e n e r a l D e s c r i p t i o n:
"Well, being Cindy is new to me, but apparently I am blonde now. And short, being five foot two. I used to have brown eyes and apparently some of that stayed: one of my eyes is brown, but the other gray. I think that one's good ol' Cindy's. Might have been some sort of glitch with the body switching machine they used to switch our lives. Anyway, I am much smaller than I used to be. Maybe it's the whole Disney Princess syndrome. Oh, yeah, Disney doesn't exist here. Maybe not. I am rather prettier as Cinderella than I was before. Not like I care, but I'm not complaining, either."

Is there something behind those pretty eyes, dear?
P e r s o n a l i t y:
"Don't call me pretty, I take that as an insult. I try to be as unpredictable and wild as possible. Notice I how I said try. I'm rather difficult, actually. Defiant. Hate people ordering me around. I hate formal events too, because thought I have no problem wearing a dress, I hate boredom of any kind and you can never get more bored than when they start with the speeches on events. A party, though? I am all for that. I don't normally make many close friends, there's always I bunch of people that I know. I'm sarcastic, cold, and very ironic if I don't like whatever is going on. Lies are my second nature, and I am not sure whether or not I could ever have enough time for a boyfriend. Hear that, Prince Charming? Not interested."
F e a r s:
"Fears? Ha! I fear nothing. Well, okay. Maybe heights. Sometimes."
Y o u r S t o r y:
"It's a stupid, well known one. I am sure you know Cinderella."

Once upon a time, there was a widower who married a proud and haughty woman as his second wife. She had two daughters, who were equally vain and selfish. By his first wife, he'd had a beautiful young daughter, a girl of unparalleled goodness and sweet temper. The stepmother and her daughters forced the first daughter into servitude, where she was made to work day and night in menial chores. After the girl's chores were done for the day, she would retire to the barren and cold room given to her, and would curl up near the fireplace in an effort to stay warm. She would often arise covered in cinders, giving rise to the mocking nickname "Cinderella". Cinderella bore the abuse patiently and dared not tell her father, since his wife controlled him entirely.
One day, the Prince invited all the young ladies in the land to a ball, planning to choose a wife from amongst them. The two stepsisters gleefully planned their wardrobes for the ball, and taunted Cinderella by telling her that maids were not invited to the ball.
As the sisters departed to the ball, Cinderella cried in despair. Her Fairy Godmother magically appeared and immediately began to transform Cinderella from house servant to the young lady she was by birth, all in the effort to get Cinderella to the ball. She turned a pumpkin into a golden carriage, mice into horses, a rat into a coachman, and lizards into footmen. She then turned Cinderella's rags into a beautiful jeweled gown, complete with a delicate pair of glass slippers. The Godmother told her to enjoy the ball, but warned that she had to return before midnight, when the spells would be broken.
At the ball, the entire court was entranced by Cinderella, especially the Prince. At this first ball, Cinderella remembers to leave before midnight. Back home, Cinderella graciously thanked her Godmother. She then greeted the stepsisters, who had not recognized her earlier and talked of nothing but the beautiful girl at the ball.
Another ball was held the next evening, and Cinderella again attended with her Godmother's help. The Prince had become even more infatuated, and Cinderella in turn became so enchanted by him she lost track of time and left only at the final stroke of midnight, losing one of her glass slippers on the steps of the palace in her haste. The Prince chased her, but outside the palace, the guards saw only a simple country girl leave. The Prince pocketed the slipper and vows to find and marry the girl to whom it belonged. Meanwhile, Cinderella kept the other slipper, which did not disappear when the spell was broken.
The Prince tried the slipper on all the women in the kingdom. When the Prince arrives at Cinderella's villa, the stepsisters tried in vain to win over the prince. Cinderella asked if she might try, while the stepsisters taunted her. Naturally, the slipper fitted perfectly, and Cinderella produced the other slipper for good measure. The stepsisters both pleaded for forgiveness, and Cinderella agreed to let bygones be bygones.
Cinderella married the Prince, and the stepsisters also married two lords.

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{{This roleplay is now open.}}

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[b]Hello, I'm....[/b] the Big Bad wolf, apparently. Well, not the three annoying little piglets one, but the "I really want those cookies in your basket, and possibly your grandmother for dessert" one. Or at least that's how the fairytale goes. But I've quickly figured out that's [img]not[/img] what really happened. I mean, the fact that I didn't wake up at the bottom of a river with a belly full of stones should be proof enough (I know it's at the beginning of the story, but she doesn't). And if that's not enough, I'm a werewolf. Or a Lycan, whatever. Lycan would probably be more correct since I can switch between human and wolf whenever I want, and it's definitely not the full moon. Also, from what I've seen of Red, the girl does not look good to eat.....at all. Even by the standards of the wolf inside of me. In fact, the wolf inside finds humans, especially pesky girls and wrinkly grandmothers, disgusting to even lick. Interesting.
[b]Glance into a pond, who's looking back at you?[/b] without the scar
Before this, I was your typical brown-haired brown-eyed girl. Now, whenever I shift, I look completely different. I'm taller, leaner, and much faster and stronger. My hair now falls a bit below my shoulders, and it's more coppery gold than brown. My eyes freak me out the most, though. They're wolf eyes, a deep golden that seems to see right through you.....and it's my reflection I'm looking at. As a wolf, I'm a sort of silvery-gray color, and those eyes seem to suit that shape well. My clothes also changed when I came over. I have on brown 'skinny' pants, a lighter brown tunic over it, knee-high dark brown boots, and a faded crimson cloak with a hood. Fairytale humor, I'm guessing. Hilarious.
Tell me about yourself.... What do you think I was just doing? Well, I guess that was just looks, so here I go. I'm between the ages of 16 and 20, but I couldn't guess the exact age for the life of me. I'm female, too, if any of you dimwits failed to guess that. I'm incredibly sarcastic and not particularly friendly. Scathing insults shoot out of my mouth like bullets. I'm definitely a tomboy, none of that wishy-washy girly nonsense for me. If you get on my bad side, you'll be sorry. If you get on my good side, congratulations on finding one. If you somehow manage to get my trust and then betray me, you can say good-bye to the world, 'cause Wolfy's in town. Capiche? (Rest to be rp'ed out later)
Anything else? Yeah. My name's Aurelia, but you can call me Silver.

[Leonn]

(( Ignore this, i never looked at when you made it ))

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