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

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Somebody already is ^^;]

[Darkcloud!]

Artemis Fowl was in his study- flipping through an old Farie manuscript Foaly had lent him. His Farie communicator beeped, and as he reached to answer it, he felt a strange sensation. Please don't let it be the Atlantis Complex. He thought silently as everything blipped out... and then blipped back in. "Ouch!" The boy cried, landing hard on the pavement, scrambling to his feet and dusting his expensive suit off. "What is this nonsense!" He had a slight inkling that he might have dozed off, but since did dreams hurt so.. much? And who was that bloodied man? And that man sitting on the fountain?

Aria Senn glanced around the noisy bar, searching the sea of faces for her target. Male. Human. About 25. Brown Hair, Brown Eyes. She scanned through the info in her head. Got em'! she thought triumphantly as she saw him trying to slip towards a side exit. She pushed herself away from the bar, tossing the bartender a few coins as payment for her water. She didn't drink alcohol, she found the stuff revolting.
She weaved through the crowd with ease, exiting behind him. She could have taken him down in the Cantina, but that would have only caused panic and screaming. She hated screaming. "Freeze." Her words clipped through the air towards him. He did so, turning, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her. "A human kid?" She gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to whip out her concealed pistol and shoot him right then and there. "I'm not a kid." she spat. His eyes widened slightly, a thing she took pleasure in. Fear. Ah, the sight of it on her target's faces when they realized that they were moments from their death at the hands of a girl who looked to be about 10.
"Please!" He pleaded, throat suddenly dry. "I've got kids that need me, their mom is de-" His words were cut off as the girl disappeared.
Aria was not happy, to say the least. "What the blinkin' mradhe muck is going on here?" she cursed, pushing herself off the ground and proceeding to point her blaster in the general direction of everyone else.

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(Darrrr... WHo plays Butler?)

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(Maggie 8D Look!



<3)

[Darkcloud!]

((there is no Butler yet~ and OMG that's so... so.. so.. <3 :3 ))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

|Tybalt Capulet|

As more and more people started appearing and scrambling about, Tybalt backed up until he was against a wall so that nobody could get behind him. He kept shouting in the only language he knew, demanding answers from anyone who could understand him. When he began to realize that nobody could, he bit his tongue to force himself to quiet down. His rapier stayed out in front of him defensively, but his eyes were locked on the strange object in a newly summoned girl's hand. It had a long muzzle and a handle, with a swirl on the bottom half. That's where the girl had her finger. Tybalt almost laughed- if it was a club, she was holding it all wrong. Trust a young girl to try and use weapons like an adult- and my, my, what a temper she seemed to have! The Italian went back to watching the crowd, eyes flicking from face to face as he tried to sum up his competition.

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Username:Arrow Kurosaki
Name:Domovoi Butler (shh... No one should know but dear Arty)
Gender:Male
Age:Er... Can we have him before he was wounded?
Book your character is from or was inspired by:Artemis Fowl
Species and/or powers:Human, resembles the Hulk in muscle mass (xD)
Appearance: He just needs some shaved hair stubble xD
Personality:Read the Book
History:Read the Book
Other:

[wickedwolfgirl]

(( don't leave me behind kay? And can i just say love artemis fowl.)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[What about your characters? Come, join us in our roleplaying madness ^^]

[smileyranger]

Father peregrine was hobbling down the dark cloister. The sounds of a perfectly tuned benedictine chorus droned, echoing off of the cold stone walls that were so lovingly built centuries ago. "Brother Tom, allow me to go check on Francis in the infirmary. I shan't miss Vespers, I assure you." Without replying, the two went and dispersed, each unto his own occupation.
Entering out across the courtyard, Father peregrine had to take great care not to trip upon the cobblestone. For his crutch would slip on the mossy ground, warbled by centuries of erosion. As luck would have it, not more than 15 metres from the door of the infirmary, the abrupt downstroke of the underside of the worn crutch meeting the cobblestones had no reassuring friction to stop Father Peregrine. In a split second, he was lying on the ground, the wind nocked out of him, the crutch cast aside in the crook of two limbs on a near leafless, bug riddled rosebush.
The pain hit him so sudden, that for a moment, he blacked out.
***
Feeling drowsy, his left hip aching, Father Peregrine opened his eyes, seeing not cobblestones, but a strange man, on a large stone-pool of water. "Assistance..please..." He muttered, his pride affected more than his body.

((GRR...I suck at introductions Hope this was okay... :3))