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

[Leonn]

(( Whenever we like i think, she gave permission... i think ))

[ratsy]

{If you guys want, we can start right now, or we can wait for more people. Whichever.}

[Leonn]

(( I don't care, i'm guessing no one will want to play little red's mother nor her grandmother so it's fine with me ))

[ratsy]

{Bump.

[cosmic-quark]

I'll be rping wolfy's family if they ever come up, since they're such minor *cough*unmentioned*cough* characters, so yeah, let's start!)

[Leonn]

(( I guess we can start then since we need no more charries ))

Little Red ||| Penelope Shade ||| Female ||| Currently: confused

Penelope's eyes jerked themselves open, giving a blurry view over her surroundings. She blinked a few times and saw the roof much closer to her than she was used to. Her body felt small and light which was strange. In a blink, she sat up and looked at her body, which did not pleased her. The bed she woke up in had a dark-red sheet, blanket and pillow. That color seemed to be the whole theme of the room, that looked like it belonged to a little girl. She stood up in her big, white night-gown and went to the high, closet standing against a patterned wall. It was filled with small, puffy dresses that made penelope shiver. When she had stopped staring at her new face with her mouth open in the mirror, she tiptoed down the stairs and was attacked by a strong smell of freshly baked cookies.

[ratsy]

Melissa || Character Of Cinderella || Female (Er, duh) ||
I woke to a loud, shrill sound. It took me a moment to process that a bell was ringing somewhere in the near vicinity. Whaaa? I flipped over, turning the pillow onto my head. Must be my little brother playing with something, he nearly always was making noise. The pillow blocked it out pretty well and I didn't want to worry about it. It was strange for people to be up this early, normally I was the first up, but I decided to wait until my alarm clock rang before I bothered myself with anything.
It was perhaps twenty minutes later when a loud knocking on my door woke me up again. Deciding that fate was against me getting a full night of sleep today, I yelled that I was coming and got out of bed.
Apparently, I literally woke up in the wrong house. My hair, previously a dark brown hue, was as blonde as I've ever seen hair be. It hung over my eyes, much longer than before. I needed to find a knife or scissors, and soon. My feet, unlike what they had been before, were tiny. I mean, TINY. Minuscule. I wondered dully if I'd be able to keep my balance on them, at all. The room was much smaller and shabbier than the one I lived in before. I was wearing a long night gown. What the...
I didn't finish the thought, as I saw one thing in the corner of the room that assured me that I was, in fact, still Mels: a pile of folded clothing along with a pair of combat boots. My combat boots, the one I had worn nearly every day this year. Slightly used but incredibly loved. Maybe, however I got here, they still knew I wouldn't wear the pink dress left on the chair. Not me, never.
Strangely, though I had shrunk through the night, the boots fir perfectly, and so did my other clothes: black leggings, light jean mini skirt and a black t-shirt. All of them from my previous life.
I opened the door and went downstairs, greeted by a woman's angry voice.
"THERE YOU ARE, STUPID GIRL. YOU TOOK FOREVER GETTING READY AND I NEED BREAKFAST COOKED! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM A PROPER LADY AND I CANNOT WAIT AND MY DAUGHTERS AND I ARE GOING TO..." The she actually turned to look at me. I noticed she was taller than me with black hair and wore a long blue dress. Her eyebrows went up when she saw me. I suppose she didn't expect the wardrobe.
"Um, hi." I said lamely.

[Marballo]

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X.:.Looks.:.X

Name;; "My name, is Evana Reed, if you must know."
Gender;; "I'm obviously a female, but I guess I have to explain everything to you."
Age;; "I was seventeen when I got sucked into this mess, but I don't know how long it's been since then."

Looks;; "Can't you see the picture? I just, I- fine. I have long, light brown hair with pink streaks. My eyes are light blue, and I'm kind of pale. Do you really need to know more?"

Personality;; "I can be a little stubborn. Okay, a lot stubborn. I like things the way I like them, and I like to make my own choices. Chances are, if you tell me to do on thing; I'll do the opposite. Depends o who you are. I'm also adventurous, in a sense. i remember when I was little I'd explore the woods behind our house; it was normal if I didn't come back until late. But I also like to help some people; depends on who. Some people, I can only stand them for so long before I go all sarcastic on them. Anything else will probably show through soon enough, you just wait."

Story;; I was stuck in the story of Beauty and the Beast. Sad thing is, he's horrible. I can't stand him. The Beast isn't the same as he is in the fairy tails. Plus all those dresses? Why don't princesses ever wear pants? It'd make everything a whole lot easier. The only good thing would have to be that library. Even with all my adventures, it's still nice to read about some; how did you think I got started?"

Weaknesses and Strengths;; "Well, I have a few strengths. I can get out of most situations with the Beats, because I am pretty smart- not to brag or anything- but I can also run. It feels good to hear the wind in my ears, and to feel the ground beneath my feet. But I'm stuck, in a filthy prison full of talking objects. Not my idea of fun. Then for weaknesses. I hate small spaces, I freak out in them; I feel like I can't breath. Also, I have a smart mouth sometimes, and make a few too many remarks and sarcastic replies..."

People;; "So far, I've only met a few. Of course, the Beast. And then, Gaston. I thought he was cute at first, but he turned out to be a self centered jerk with no respect for women. I've made it clear that I hate- sorry- dislike him, but he still strolls along all the time! Of course, the Beast hates him too and sends him away, but all in all, they're both annoying. I still try to sneak out though, hoping to meet someone new."

[ratsy]

{Accepted.

[Marballo]

I was sitting atop the large shelves in the library the Beast had given me. It's been around three month since I woke up in this prison, at least in fairy tale days. Wearing jeans and a T-shirt, I was an odd site in a library this fancy. I had become friends with the wardrobe, which still sounds weird, so it was easy to get he clothes I wanted. As for the books... They were all old; but still a good read.
"Will you just come down?" Beast asked, looking up at me reading my books. I ignored him and turned the page in my book. "Can you just tell me why you're up there?"
"I'll come down when you give me what I want. Besides, I like this book." I replied, still not looking away from the yellow pages.
"I gave you food, clothes, a room; heck, I even gave you this library! What more could you want!"
"I want my freedom, Beast!" I put my book don, and turned to face him.
"Remember what happened last time you were out of the castle, Belle? The wolves?"
"That was your fault, and I told you, it's Evana, not Belle!" Okay, okay, I'm stubborn. A knock sounded at the huge wooden door. The sound echoed through the whole castle.
"Just, come down, okay?" I crossed my arms and held my chin high as he went to get the door. Soon after, Gaston walked into the library.
"I've come to save you, my love! I've come to save you, so you can have the gift of being with me!" He called up, smiling. Beast trailed behind.
"Can you just go, I'm trying to talk to her." Beast seemed annoyed as he tried to push Gaston away, though the intruder only waved him off.
"Oh, how could I ever resist an obnoxious jerk like you, Gaston?" I replied sarcastically, smiling.
"I know, I'm irres- wait what?" Gaston still seemed confused as to why I didn't love him, though I've explained it numerous times.
"Just go!" Beast roared. Gaston rolled his eyes and left the castle, slamming the grand door behind him. I started to read my book again, an ignored Beast as he rambled on and on. Our arguing was a daily thing. I wanted my freedom, and he wanted me to stay put. A lovely tragedy indeed. Though a few books were harmed in the process of flying from the top of the bookshelf to Beast's head, nothing much went on. So now, I'm stuck in a castle with an idiot who won't let me go, and a constant visitor who refuses to get over me. Strange story.