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Disney RP
Here is a Disney RP for all of your favorite Disney characters! Your character must be related to a Disney character. These characters don't have to be human as some Disney characters are not human, but animals or made-up creatures. The characters attend a castle school. If you would like, you may include characters other people have created in your stories as long as it's ok with them.
Describe your character in the following format, and you can begin writing! I'll post my character later!
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Gender:
Related to (please say where the character is from):
Personality:
Other information:
Have fun writing! :)
submitted by Nina, age 11, Florida
(February 15, 2014 - 12:04 pm)
(February 15, 2014 - 12:04 pm)
(February 24, 2014 - 5:07 pm)
Just topping this because this is a really great idea and I am NOT letting it die! Oh, and I think I'll start writing, too!
Ingrid~
"Hello, I'm Elsa, and this is my sister, Anna. Are you okay?"
I stare up at the friendly-faced blonde girl about my age, her delicate hand outstretched.
"Hi," I mumble, taking it and lifting myself up from the disgusting, rotting curb. My hair is a mess, my clothes are ripped, and my leg is bleeding quite a lot.
"What happened?" Anna, the shorter, chestnut-haired girl demands in concern.
"I...I don't..." I rack my brain for any memory, but it's lost.
"It's okay." Elsa dusts off my ratty blouse and whistles rather sharply.
Three jet black horses whinny and trot in unison over to our area, looking extremely choreographed. I wrinkle my nose.
"How about a cab?" I suggest.
"Oh. See, we've never been to the city," Elsa explains, and Anna nods vigorously. "We're from Norway - long story. We'd better get you to the hospital, and horseback is fast. Hop on!" she adds, like it's some sort of casual invite.
I climb gingerly onto one of the horses.
"Good!" Elsa cheers. "Just steer wherever we go, and kick their side if they stop. Giddy up!"
(March 12, 2014 - 7:03 pm)
Then I shan't let this die either!
Codi ~
I was flopped out across my bed, trying to drown out the noises of down below, where the staff was setting up some stupid, elaborate party, feast thing my parents were hosting. Mother was elated. Dad didn't seem as estatic, but was jovial about any social occasion. I glared around my bedroom, not in a particularly good mood. The room itself was nice. It was large, and spacious, with windows to let it lots of natural light. Though there were still several of my mother's touches, like the white, see through curtains and a canopy bed like some princess. But over all, it still had a woodsy, rustic old castle feel. Then again, I did live in a castle. Unlike any other teenager, I had to live in a castle, thanks to my mother's family.
"Colleen?" A voice said from the other side of the shut door.
"Yes?" I said, resisting the urge to groan. No matter how many times I pleaded, my parents insisted on calling me by my real name.
The door pushed open, and Dad leaned in.
"You coming to the dinner tonight?"
"A room full of stuffy grown ups who can do no more than gossip and discuss political affairs? No thanks."
Dad chuckled and came to sit down beside me on the bed, ruffling my short, blonde hair.
"We'll have a simple family dinner tomorrow," he said, though his tone changed slightly, as if treading on a delicate subject. "We'll celebrate your..."
"NO," I cut off, shoving myself off the bed. "This isn't something to celebrate. You're sending me away! Is that what you want to "celebrate"?" I demanded sarcastically.
"We're not..." He started, but I didn't let him finish. I stomped over to my armoire and flung it open. Inside was not they typical array of things you'd see for girls of my age or"stature". Or for most girls for that matter. Dresses, skirts and blouses had been shoved to the side. Instead, pants, shirts, and cloaks cluttered most of the space. All of my slippers and flats were scuffed and tattered from throwing my hunting boots inside.
I grabbed the bow and quiver that hung just inside the door. I hurled myself out the bedroom door, my father making no effort to stop me. He and I were too alike. If I was mad, there was only one way to vent it. I thundered down the stairs, and out one of the servants entrances.
(March 13, 2014 - 5:48 pm)
I will do my best to do the same!
Paula~
"Paula, did you have any idea of what I just said?!"
The world suddenly came into focus. My stunningly beautiful mother was looking over the granite counter at me, her long red hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and her green eyes flashing with impatience. I looked nothing like her, and I was glad I didn't. Who wanted stupid, lovesick boys running after you? They must have been a pain to my mom.
"No" I said stubbornly
"I said that I will be going away for a while, and your Aunt Elizabeth will take care of you"
"Well" I said "That's going to be fun" Then I exploded. "Mom, you are my favorite person in the world, but how could you do this to me?! Making me stay with her! And where are you going, anyway? " Usually our day was so normal, making fun of Mom's suitors, previous and current, watering the garden (Because we had to live somehow) seeing who could shoot a bow and arrow better, going for adventures in the woods.
But now Dad's sister, my least favorite person in the entire world next to my dad, was coming. I vividly recollected the once and what I hoped had been last time I saw her. She tried to "discipline me" making me wear dresses instead of a tank top and cargo pants, teaching me how to act like a proper "lady" I hated it
"I can't tell you where I'm going, but you'll know soon enough" my mom said.
There was only one thing to do: find a way to go with her
(March 13, 2014 - 7:30 pm)
Can I still join?
(March 13, 2014 - 8:13 pm)
*grabs spot* MINEEEEE! Is it too late to join?
Name: Olaf
Age: He doesn't have an age...
Appearance: Um, well, he's a snowman, so, um, he is round, white, and has a carrott nose which he loves.
Gender: Male
Related to (please say where the character is fron): He was created by Elsa in the movie Frozen (my new favorite movie), when she and Anna would play together using her magical powers to turn things to ice and snow.
Other information: He was my favorite caracter in Frozen (other than Elsa and Anna), so I knew when I read this RP that I would do Olaf. I hope Nora the Singer doesn't mind that my character's from Frozen as well...
(March 14, 2014 - 7:58 am)
Sounds great, Mag Fan! (: I don't mind.
(March 14, 2014 - 3:56 pm)
Is it alright if I start? I love the idea!
Name: Penelope Helene
Age: 5, very wise beyond her years
Appearance: long red hair, adores her violet overalls, has brown eyes
Gender: female
Related to (please say where the character is from): she is the third daughter of Meg and Hercules.
Personality: Penelope has her mom's spunk, her father's loyalty, and a playfulness all her own. She doesn't like it when people make a big deal out of how smart she is.
Other information: n\a
How are these characters going to meet?
(March 18, 2014 - 9:04 am)
Oh, at castle school. Of course.
I just noticed that.
(March 20, 2014 - 12:53 pm)
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Lonnie
(March 20, 2014 - 8:24 am)
(March 25, 2014 - 5:39 pm)
I REALLY don't want this to die, so... yeah, I'm just gonna throw something out there, and kick the whole "preparing for school" thing off.
Codi ~
I sat on my bed, arms folded, glowering. My mother moved around the room, filling a trunk that sat in the center of the room. I was, supposedly, leaving first thing the following morning, though I'd made not motion to pack. My mother was horrified when she looked in my trunk to find it bare.
"You haven't packed anything?" she asked, staring at me.
I snorted. "I don't really see why I should."
Now here I was, against my will, being forced to go to a school against my will, and worst of all, she was packing my clothes.
"NOT THAT," I shouted for what seemed to her the millionth time. She held a knee-length soft pink skirt that flared and waved.
My mother finally lost it, which basically meant groaning/sighing loudly, and tossing the skirt on the bed. No, my mother never really lost it, which meant I got my fiery temper from my father.
"Well, you need clothes evidently," Mother said, hands on hips.
"WHY? It's not like I'm going to be there for very long."
"You had better try you're best Colleen, or your father and I will be extremely disappointed in you," Mother said sternly.
Oh, like your approval matters so much to me. Besides, you're the only one who will be oh-so disappointed, I thought.
"And there will be serious consequences," Mother added, as if reading my thoughts.
I groaned, throwing myself back, which naturally meant I smacked my head on the headboard.
Mother chuckled, then asked, "Now, what are we going to pack you?"
Half an hour later, my trunk was packed with three sets of skirts and blouses and three dresses (Mother insisted), and the rest was my typical wear.
"It's going to be fine," Mother said, hugging me.
Not bloody likely, I thought savagely, though I managed to bite my tongue. Just a matter of hours, and I would be off.
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Don't let this die! Top!
(April 5, 2014 - 8:36 pm)
I hope I'm not too late!
Name: Blaze
Age: 14
Appearance: Red hair, slightly darker complexion than her mom, 5'6", 135 pounds
Example Outfit: Navy jersey maxi skirt, olive green tucked in blouse, gold glitter ponytail holder, leather gladiator sandals and grey capri leggings under the skirt
Gender: Female
Related to (please say where the character is from): She is Merida and her (completely made up) husband Kendrick's daughter, so, um, Scotland.
Personality: Smart, kind, outgoing, but somewhat grumpy and stubborn; basically like Merida.
Other information: She has 4 younger brothers and sisters at home, so she is somewhat excited about going to castle school. The little ones' names are (in order from the oldest, and they are all about 2 1/2 years apart): Finn, Bridgid, Brendan, and Clara.
(April 10, 2014 - 11:07 am)
Is anyone going to write, or do I have to do it?
(April 14, 2014 - 8:31 pm)
Name: Rose Lin
Age: 14
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, round black eyes, rosy cheeks. Usually wears floral dresses with boots and a beret.
Gender: Female
Related to (please say where the character is from): Rose Lin is Mulan's daughter.
Personality: Shy, creative, and smart. She isn't too crazy like some of her friends; more of a reserved person. She likes to draw and read.
Other information: She enjoys going to the castle schools to learn different spells or just to explore the campus. In addition to drawing and reading, her hobbies include photography and cooking.
Sorry, I kind of forgot about this RP... but I will try and be more active and start writing :)
(April 16, 2014 - 2:18 pm)