[[...there's a place downtown...
...where the freaks all come around...]]
...where the freaks all come around...]]
[[.Introduction.]]
Welcome to Evexle City. Here, there, some people are born with born with...strange powers. They're feared; horribly, terribly feared. And why shouldn't they be? Most could kill you before you could blink, let alone beg for your life.
So, the others, the normal people unconciously began to control the freaks the only way they knew how: by making the freaks seem as if they were worth less than the regular people. They were spit on, enslaved, driven out of Evexle City. Gradually, the violence toned down, leaving a precarious but workable society.
Any child that began to exhibit signs that it would be a freak, was abandoned, its parents desperate to free themselves from being associated with the freak. The signs usally began occur within the child's first few years. The abandoned child would either be taken in by an older freak, most likely on the streets; or die.
Freaks are usually fairly obvious to tell by their looks; almost all of them possess at least one odd characteristic: unnaturally colored hair, abnormally tall, pointed ears, spotted skin, almost any little quirk possible. The rare freak that doesn't have anything unusual about their looks could hide their power, become, almost, maybe, a normal person. But they are few and far between. The others only have one way to make money: to [[perform]].
Yes, to show off their powers in Evexle Square, the once feared people reduced to scraping by selling their powers. At night, the Square is filled with freaks. Flames fly through the air, bodies are bent into impossible shapes, minds are read for a quarter a pop. The normals come, delight in the shows, toss coins into hats, and leave, each secretly thinking about how glad they are that they were not born a freak.
[[...]]
But what about the children who can't be abandoned? Who's families can't risk the suspicion of a disappearing or dying child, the shame of being related to a freak? High-class families...no, they can't risk it. Instead they have to hide their fanstatical powers, living their lives in the shadows, covering up the their freakish attributes. And their just as stuck in their position as the street freaks. But which life is better?
[[The grass is always greener on the other side.]]
So, the others, the normal people unconciously began to control the freaks the only way they knew how: by making the freaks seem as if they were worth less than the regular people. They were spit on, enslaved, driven out of Evexle City. Gradually, the violence toned down, leaving a precarious but workable society.
Any child that began to exhibit signs that it would be a freak, was abandoned, its parents desperate to free themselves from being associated with the freak. The signs usally began occur within the child's first few years. The abandoned child would either be taken in by an older freak, most likely on the streets; or die.
Freaks are usually fairly obvious to tell by their looks; almost all of them possess at least one odd characteristic: unnaturally colored hair, abnormally tall, pointed ears, spotted skin, almost any little quirk possible. The rare freak that doesn't have anything unusual about their looks could hide their power, become, almost, maybe, a normal person. But they are few and far between. The others only have one way to make money: to [[perform]].
Yes, to show off their powers in Evexle Square, the once feared people reduced to scraping by selling their powers. At night, the Square is filled with freaks. Flames fly through the air, bodies are bent into impossible shapes, minds are read for a quarter a pop. The normals come, delight in the shows, toss coins into hats, and leave, each secretly thinking about how glad they are that they were not born a freak.
[[...]]
But what about the children who can't be abandoned? Who's families can't risk the suspicion of a disappearing or dying child, the shame of being related to a freak? High-class families...no, they can't risk it. Instead they have to hide their fanstatical powers, living their lives in the shadows, covering up the their freakish attributes. And their just as stuck in their position as the street freaks. But which life is better?
[[The grass is always greener on the other side.]]
[[.Continuation.]]
I sat at my vanity, looking at myself in the mirror. Long accustomed to dressing without a chambermaid, I had already had my new dress on. It was gorgeous, but I wouldn’t be able to enjoy wearing it while I sat at supper, listening to political talk. What’s more, it would most likely be talk about the freaks and talk of that tended to make me very uncomfortable.
After all, I am a freak.
But not a known one. It wouldn’t do for a the mayor’s daughter to be a freak! And so, I was squirreled away, hidden as much as possible. But not too much, or else “the public” might suspect.
I suppose it’s lucky for me that I was born to the mayor and not to a peasant, who would have thrown me out as a baby. But at time’s I’m all-consumed by the thoughts of what my life would be like if I wasn’t a freak. I wouldn’t have to worry about constant discovery; I could wear pretty dresses, dance at balls, talk to my friends…what friends? I have none.
With a sigh, I grasped my jar and opened it. Inside was thick, flesh-colored cream. I scooped some out and began the routine I’d done thousands of times: I spread the cream over the red ring circling my neck, then the ones on my wrist. The rings on my ankles would be covered by my stockings.
When I was done covering the those tells, I screwed open another jar. Inside this one was not cream, but powder; fine, brown powder. I used the small, pillow-like object inside to powder my hair, already in a up-do, changing it from a violent red to a respectable auburn. While my natural hair color was not impossible on a normal, it was very rare. And exceptionally suspicious when my parents’ hair colors were blonde and brown.
I clasped on a necklace, and left my room. Time for supper.
I walked down the stairs into the dining room.
“Ah, here is my daughter Ankica!” cried my mother happily, scanning my neck and hair before kissing me on my cheek. I saw my father scanning also, though he neither introduced me nor kissed me.
I forced what I hoped was a bright smile and sat down at the table, listening and eating the first course. My father and the parlensce were discussing politics, but not freaks. I relaxed a bit as the second course came, and still there was no mention of freaks.
But it was too good to last.
Halfway through the second course, one of the parlensce, Devres, I believe his name was, spoke: “Shall we discuss more about the…freaks…as we were doing earlier, Mayor Sinel?” He said the word “freaks” as if it would dirty his mouth.
“Yes,” my father replied. “I have thought about what you said, and I agree the idea has great merit.”
There was an uneasy feeling in my stomach, and I felt as if I couldn’t finish the previously delicious steak in front of me. The others of the parlensce were looking curiously at my father and Devres.
“Oh yes,” said Devres. “The Noble Parlensce of Evexle, I had a sudden brainstorm a few days ago, about all these…freaks. Living out on the streets, performing the square! Pah! No, it will not do.”
A small feeling of hope began to rise in me. Was it possible that this idea was not awful for the freaks? I quickly attempted to squash the hope, but to no avail.
“So,” Devres went on. “I propose that all…freaks…be the legal property of the Noble Mayor and Parlensce. They will be assigned to various members of the mayor and Parlensce, and other high ranking citizens! The freaks will be controlled, and the Noble will be served!” He was beaming. I came very close to inhaling the piece of steak still in my mouth. I watched my father, feeling sick. He couldn’t accept it, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
“I quite agree, Parlensce Devres,” my father said. It seemed as if the room was exploding: bright stars twinkled on the edges of the room, and everything blinked black and white. After a second I realized I had nearly fainted, and tried to regain my composure. Feeling woozy, I also realized that the candles on the table were flaring unusually high and dancing more than they ought have. Quickly, I brought them down again, ashamed at not being able to control my freak.
My father shot a nasty glance at me.
“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I am feeling quite ill.” Without a backwards glance, I hurried up the stairs and into my chambers.
I tried to lie on my bed and close my eyes, but it seemed like the world was spinning dangerously each time I did.
Absolutely infuriated. That’s what I was. I bolted up, no longer feeling sick, but as if I was made of fire. How could he? He had never been proud of me, I knew, but didn’t he love me?
I stormed onto my balcony. A patch of flames arose from the grass as I willed them.
Fire, aren‘t you my friend? I thought. You’re my friend, are you not? If I fell… I leaned further over the railing. If I fell, would you catch me?
I could see it in my mind. I would jump, the flames would catch me and bear me away to someplace I could live happily. I leaned further.
Looking down, my mind snapped back into place. No. The fire wouldn’t catch me. It wouldn’t bear me away. I extinguished it, and returned to my bed, shaking.
After all, I am a freak.
But not a known one. It wouldn’t do for a the mayor’s daughter to be a freak! And so, I was squirreled away, hidden as much as possible. But not too much, or else “the public” might suspect.
I suppose it’s lucky for me that I was born to the mayor and not to a peasant, who would have thrown me out as a baby. But at time’s I’m all-consumed by the thoughts of what my life would be like if I wasn’t a freak. I wouldn’t have to worry about constant discovery; I could wear pretty dresses, dance at balls, talk to my friends…what friends? I have none.
With a sigh, I grasped my jar and opened it. Inside was thick, flesh-colored cream. I scooped some out and began the routine I’d done thousands of times: I spread the cream over the red ring circling my neck, then the ones on my wrist. The rings on my ankles would be covered by my stockings.
When I was done covering the those tells, I screwed open another jar. Inside this one was not cream, but powder; fine, brown powder. I used the small, pillow-like object inside to powder my hair, already in a up-do, changing it from a violent red to a respectable auburn. While my natural hair color was not impossible on a normal, it was very rare. And exceptionally suspicious when my parents’ hair colors were blonde and brown.
I clasped on a necklace, and left my room. Time for supper.
I walked down the stairs into the dining room.
“Ah, here is my daughter Ankica!” cried my mother happily, scanning my neck and hair before kissing me on my cheek. I saw my father scanning also, though he neither introduced me nor kissed me.
I forced what I hoped was a bright smile and sat down at the table, listening and eating the first course. My father and the parlensce were discussing politics, but not freaks. I relaxed a bit as the second course came, and still there was no mention of freaks.
But it was too good to last.
Halfway through the second course, one of the parlensce, Devres, I believe his name was, spoke: “Shall we discuss more about the…freaks…as we were doing earlier, Mayor Sinel?” He said the word “freaks” as if it would dirty his mouth.
“Yes,” my father replied. “I have thought about what you said, and I agree the idea has great merit.”
There was an uneasy feeling in my stomach, and I felt as if I couldn’t finish the previously delicious steak in front of me. The others of the parlensce were looking curiously at my father and Devres.
“Oh yes,” said Devres. “The Noble Parlensce of Evexle, I had a sudden brainstorm a few days ago, about all these…freaks. Living out on the streets, performing the square! Pah! No, it will not do.”
A small feeling of hope began to rise in me. Was it possible that this idea was not awful for the freaks? I quickly attempted to squash the hope, but to no avail.
“So,” Devres went on. “I propose that all…freaks…be the legal property of the Noble Mayor and Parlensce. They will be assigned to various members of the mayor and Parlensce, and other high ranking citizens! The freaks will be controlled, and the Noble will be served!” He was beaming. I came very close to inhaling the piece of steak still in my mouth. I watched my father, feeling sick. He couldn’t accept it, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
“I quite agree, Parlensce Devres,” my father said. It seemed as if the room was exploding: bright stars twinkled on the edges of the room, and everything blinked black and white. After a second I realized I had nearly fainted, and tried to regain my composure. Feeling woozy, I also realized that the candles on the table were flaring unusually high and dancing more than they ought have. Quickly, I brought them down again, ashamed at not being able to control my freak.
My father shot a nasty glance at me.
“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I am feeling quite ill.” Without a backwards glance, I hurried up the stairs and into my chambers.
I tried to lie on my bed and close my eyes, but it seemed like the world was spinning dangerously each time I did.
Absolutely infuriated. That’s what I was. I bolted up, no longer feeling sick, but as if I was made of fire. How could he? He had never been proud of me, I knew, but didn’t he love me?
I stormed onto my balcony. A patch of flames arose from the grass as I willed them.
Fire, aren‘t you my friend? I thought. You’re my friend, are you not? If I fell… I leaned further over the railing. If I fell, would you catch me?
I could see it in my mind. I would jump, the flames would catch me and bear me away to someplace I could live happily. I leaned further.
Looking down, my mind snapped back into place. No. The fire wouldn’t catch me. It wouldn’t bear me away. I extinguished it, and returned to my bed, shaking.
[[.Other.Random.But.Important.Notes.]]
This RP isn’t set in a modern time-period. So no cell phones, cars, or whatever. We’re talking letters and cobblestone streets and horse-drawn carriages. Rich men wear fancy suits, common men wear loose shirts and pants. Rich women wear floor-length dresses or skirts, though they may wear loose pants, either with flared or gathered ankles in fine fabrics. Common woman wear loose shirts and mainly pants like those of the rich women, except in plainer fabrics.
The main square in Evexle is a park, partially paved, surrounded by cobblestone streets and shops.
The parlensce consists of eleven people, who are headed by the mayor. They control what happens in Evexle City. They are also the “nobles” along with other influential and/or wealthy people. Appearances matter a great deal to them.
In this RP, you character can be a commonly known freak, one who performs; or a freak in hiding, who is attempting to live a normal life, either a commoner or a noble.
Pretty much any power is possible, but because this is an RP, there can’t be any mind-reading, mind-controlling, future-telling, etc. :3 And be creative with your character’s power; it doesn’t have to be invisibility, flying, shape shifting, elemental powers [though I did make Ankica a fire-manipulator *fail*] If you’re at a loss, Wikipedia has everything. [No, seriously, it does.] There can be no more than two characters with the same power, and no more than one with a very unusual one.
There is no polite or politically correct term for freaks. They are not "persons with powers," they are "freaks."
When babies are first born, they don't exhibit their powers, or the signs [or "tells" that go with them]; they begin exhibiting their signs within a year or two, though the actual powers can take longer. The tells are usually related to their power, such as Ankica's are red and her power is fire, but sometimes they can see totally random. They cannot control their power at first, and it takes time to learn how. At times of stress or strong emotion, they can lose control of it.
[...]
Thanks for reading all that. xD It turned out pretty long, but you've got the idea now, yeah?
The main square in Evexle is a park, partially paved, surrounded by cobblestone streets and shops.
The parlensce consists of eleven people, who are headed by the mayor. They control what happens in Evexle City. They are also the “nobles” along with other influential and/or wealthy people. Appearances matter a great deal to them.
In this RP, you character can be a commonly known freak, one who performs; or a freak in hiding, who is attempting to live a normal life, either a commoner or a noble.
Pretty much any power is possible, but because this is an RP, there can’t be any mind-reading, mind-controlling, future-telling, etc. :3 And be creative with your character’s power; it doesn’t have to be invisibility, flying, shape shifting, elemental powers [though I did make Ankica a fire-manipulator *fail*] If you’re at a loss, Wikipedia has everything. [No, seriously, it does.] There can be no more than two characters with the same power, and no more than one with a very unusual one.
There is no polite or politically correct term for freaks. They are not "persons with powers," they are "freaks."
When babies are first born, they don't exhibit their powers, or the signs [or "tells" that go with them]; they begin exhibiting their signs within a year or two, though the actual powers can take longer. The tells are usually related to their power, such as Ankica's are red and her power is fire, but sometimes they can see totally random. They cannot control their power at first, and it takes time to learn how. At times of stress or strong emotion, they can lose control of it.
[...]
Thanks for reading all that. xD It turned out pretty long, but you've got the idea now, yeah?
[[.Rules.]]
Follow Tess' rules
Keep everything to a mild PG-13 (Nothing more than you would say to an 10-year-old or so)
No powerplaying
No god-modding
No Mary/Gary-Sues
No graphic violence,
No killing other people's characters without permission
Use correct grammar/spelling, and beware of typos
Please keep your characters to a reasonable number.
This is not a secret code word. So yay for you if you're reading this. C: If you aren't, and you don't follow the rules, I eatchoo. 3< Don't make me do that.
Please use proper punctuation, capitalization, etc.
No cursing
Try to keep genders/ages/hidden and performers equal
No chatspeak(In OR out of character), bc iz kinda hard 2 no wat peeps r sayin wen dey tak lik dis, u no?
Do not, DO NOT! abandon the RP. It's really annoying when someone just stops posting. If you want to leave, tell me.
This is a semi-literate+ RP. Try to have at least a good-sized paragraph per post, or several smaller ones. Writer's Block is understandable, but not all the time.
Keep everything to a mild PG-13 (Nothing more than you would say to an 10-year-old or so)
No powerplaying
No god-modding
No Mary/Gary-Sues
No graphic violence,
No killing other people's characters without permission
Use correct grammar/spelling, and beware of typos
Please keep your characters to a reasonable number.
This is not a secret code word. So yay for you if you're reading this. C: If you aren't, and you don't follow the rules, I eatchoo. 3< Don't make me do that.
Please use proper punctuation, capitalization, etc.
No cursing
Try to keep genders/ages/hidden and performers equal
No chatspeak(In OR out of character), bc iz kinda hard 2 no wat peeps r sayin wen dey tak lik dis, u no?
Do not, DO NOT! abandon the RP. It's really annoying when someone just stops posting. If you want to leave, tell me.
This is a semi-literate+ RP. Try to have at least a good-sized paragraph per post, or several smaller ones. Writer's Block is understandable, but not all the time.
[[.Form.]
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[b]Form:[/b]
[b]Performer or Freak in Hiding:[/b]
[b]Power:[/b]
[b]Tell[s]:[/b]
[b]Full name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] [They don't have to be teenagers]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b] [Can be left open]
[b]Looks[/b]: [Description, sketch, or real photo]
[b]Other:[/b]
[[.Character.List.]]
[[.Username.Name.Power.Gender.Age.]]
[.In.Hiding.]
[[.FULL.]]
[[.BlissfulFarrago.Ankica Sinel.Fire Manipulation.Female.17.]]
[[.freakishlyesterday.Faust Marylin Ceden.Healing.Female.17.]]
[[.Webbed-Wings.Felicity Barlowe.Creates Objects.Female.20.]]
[[.~Velvet Lining~.Quincy Alyssa Aaron.Telekinesis.Female.15.]]
[[.JJRose.Julianna Jeanette Rose.Talking to animals.Female.18.]]
[[~Velvet Lining~.Avery Tyler Whitlock.Sound manipulation.Male.19.]]
[[.Viriami.Carlissa 'Carlie' Denomarie.Hair manipulation.Female.11.]]
[.Performers.]
[[.Not Full.]]
[[.BlissfulFarrago.Andrew Axle.Time Manipulation.Male.19.]]
[[.YamiKokono.Thomas DeRayne.Color Stealing.Male.19.]]
[[.Zmija.Kaycee Elizabeth Raines.Spirit Manipulation.Female.18.]]
[[.*Skylar Manson*.Kihao 'Samm' Manee.Can turn into mist.Male.21.]]
[[Wildmagic_warrior.Veronica Madigan Flyte.Warrior.Female.22.]]
[.In.Hiding.]
[[.FULL.]]
[[.BlissfulFarrago.Ankica Sinel.Fire Manipulation.Female.17.]]
[[.freakishlyesterday.Faust Marylin Ceden.Healing.Female.17.]]
[[.Webbed-Wings.Felicity Barlowe.Creates Objects.Female.20.]]
[[.~Velvet Lining~.Quincy Alyssa Aaron.Telekinesis.Female.15.]]
[[.JJRose.Julianna Jeanette Rose.Talking to animals.Female.18.]]
[[~Velvet Lining~.Avery Tyler Whitlock.Sound manipulation.Male.19.]]
[[.Viriami.Carlissa 'Carlie' Denomarie.Hair manipulation.Female.11.]]
[.Performers.]
[[.Not Full.]]
[[.BlissfulFarrago.Andrew Axle.Time Manipulation.Male.19.]]
[[.YamiKokono.Thomas DeRayne.Color Stealing.Male.19.]]
[[.Zmija.Kaycee Elizabeth Raines.Spirit Manipulation.Female.18.]]
[[.*Skylar Manson*.Kihao 'Samm' Manee.Can turn into mist.Male.21.]]
[[Wildmagic_warrior.Veronica Madigan Flyte.Warrior.Female.22.]]
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