I'd love to do this--but I think it's too much of a commitment for me. I have other things to do, you know?

Yeah, I guess that makes sense... I just hate it when fantastic RP's die:( but, if you really want to join this RP you are welcome to, I just dislike it when people create a character then never post...

Anyways, go ahead and join anyway. You are very welcome:) 

I know this was posted a while ago, but I'll post anyways!

Name: Carrie Xen

Age: 14

personality: A sweet farm girl who likes to be outside, usually barefoot, free-flowing, and simple.

Appearance: average hight, but on the shorter side. Curly dark brown hair and green eyes.

World: late 1900ds South Carolina.  

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This is an awesome RP!

Name: She doesn't really know, it always keeps changing!

What: A shapeshifter, but she can't really control her shapeshfting that much.

Age: 12

Personality: She wants to be normal. In her true form, she is very nice and friendly, and she is always trying to fit in. However, when she changes into another form, she starts to have a little bit of that person (or animal, or myhtical creature) 's personality.

Appearance: That keeps changing, too.

World: Normal world, but she is abnormal.

My other two~

Name: Marina

What: Mermaid
Age: 13,000-just a teenager!

Personality: Very bubbly and curious and nice. She is a troublemaker and she is NOT one of the teachers favorites. Her real passion is studying the humans who live on the surface of the earth, above water.

Appearance: She has long, full, flowing, perfect blonde hair that no human can achieve. She loves accesories, espicially shells. She mostly wears purple and orange. She has a green tail.

World: Underwater

My last one:

Name: Mealine Marit

Age: 11

Personality: Keeps to herself, but is very selfless and wise. She is great at making decisions that work out for people, and in her school's newspaper, she is seceretly Ali from Ask Ali.

Appearance: Blonde hair, fair skin, very beautifull. She likes wearing dresses.

Backround: All of the royal family of Norway were murdered in an attempt to take over the throne, but the queen of Norway had a daughter. In her last breath, she ordered the guards to send the baby to America so she could be raised as a normal child without any danger. She was adopted by a normal family in America, and she has no idea that she was adopted. Her name is... Mealine Marit.

World: Normal world, normal time. (There are Norwegian princesses in our time-look up some pics.)

Ummm . . . . I personally shall take your RP as a double-meaning!

My character shall have trouble distinguishing between reality and her vivid -not always pleasant- dreams! Her character shall be described here, at least, her real-life character, but her appearance shifts in her dreams. She will run into my fellow Chatterboxer's characters in her dreams- but that doesn't mean they are dreams, perse, but maybe a they are in a different world than her . . . ! I dunno . . . Do you follow me?

I hereby swear to post at least once every day.

Name; Nephina (love that name- I invented it) Fray

Age; 13, but that, too, varies in her dreams.

Gender; female.

Appearance; it changes a lot in her dreams, so she isn't really sure what she actually looks like- does that make sense? 

Personality; confused, scattered, but very witty and sarcastic.

Backstory; she thinks she might be losing her mind- she isn't sure wether her experiences are part of her dreams, or reality. She doesn't know what reality is. Some of her dream-worlds know about each other- some think she is going crazy.

Oh! I just read the last part of your post! You don't want to give me access to however many characters I want!! But you already made your mistake! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH- coughcoughcough- wow, maniacal laughter is hard on your throat. 

I shall post thousands! (Just kidding, kind of . . . .) 

Fantastic idea, by the way! I've been waiting for something like this . . . .

Name~ Karaline Meltion

Age~ 14

World~ Sometimes England, Sometimes underwater.... She's half mermaid, half.... ENGLAND

Personality~ In England form.... Kind, proper, clever. But in mermaid form..... Adventurous, careless, immature

Appearance~ Changes daily

Btw~ She doesn't know when she changes. Like if she's in England form, she doesn't know or remember she's a mermaid, until she changes into one and doesn't remember she lived in England, or even what England is. 

I WILL POST OFTEN!!! 

Name Anania Rast

Age 11

cross between Arya, Annabeth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians), Sofia ( rooftopers), and Sorrel (Dragon Rider) 

personality smart, bold, brave, is a total tomboy, reads lots 

appearance brown hair, gray eyes, blue jeans and black top, has a brown book bag and nobody knows what is in it.

World she lives in LOTR but found a way to the wood between the worlds and has visited lots of them. 

(Just so you know, she is an elf but was outlawed for stealing somthing.) 

Name:Natalie Rosewood 

Age: Around sixteen, maybe fifteen

Personality: Very awkward around people, and contradictory to what even her unusual society expects her to be. Loves books and machines, and even animals, but not people.

Appearance: Gangly, long legs, skinny- excellent body for climbing, running, and tunneling, but not for dancing. Light brown hair with an occasional hint of auburn, brown eyes, large bushy eyebrows and very dark lashes.

World: Steampunk Victorian England, with a slight Star Wars influence thrown in.

Note- has a "pet" mechanical named Knickers, and a friend mechanical named Ceethree. 

Save me a spot...

~NAMELESS ONE~

As I slide along the cool, hard floor, I feel a little sick to my stomach. Of all the things to randomly turn into, a pile of goop is not good. Especially not green goop with eyes and a mouth. And no brain. And it's even worse when your goop in a school. Anyways, the no-brain part is the worst. I can already feel my own brain melt into mush. I would sigh, but I don't want to attract attention to myself. No one wants to see a goop with a face. I just wish I could meet someone who doesn't mind what I look like.

~MARINA~

I watch as the human walks across the burning sand. He is walking with another human. It's so interesting to watch them and see the way that they do things! I suddenly hear a voice behind me. "Marina!" My friend Karen drags me underwater. "What are you doing?!? What if they see you?!?" I sigh. "Relax, Karen. Nothings gonna happen!" But deep down in the depths of my mind, I know she's right... I could be putting my whole species in danger.

~MEALINE~

I run to catch up with my best friend, Lily. She's walking with my younger sister, Riley. "Hey! Wait up!" I shout. I catch up to them, out of breath. "What took you so long?" Riley asked. I give her my infamous death stare. "Ok, ok! I was just joking!" Sometimes I think that I'm adopted. "So... I hear you have a birthday coming up?" Lily says. "Yeah! It's going to be awesome! We are going to make a list of facts about ourselves, and then guess who made those facts! That will be my favorite part!" I try not to shorten my words when I speak, like with don't and can't. The kids at school think I'm wierd, but I do not care.

~Nephina Fray~ 

Bamboo stalks sway all around me, making eerie but peaceful whishing sounds, and dappling the light with their leaves; making it soft and pale. There is no one else within eyesight . . . I am alone.

But not for long, it seems. I short figure in a white cloak appears in my eyesight. Not so much that it appeared, though, I guess, but that all of the sudden I gained the capability to see it.

The cloth of the cloak is old, and stained a mild yellow, as parchment pages, but clear of any spot to mar its perfect hue. The wind picks up. The sound of chimes echoes through the forrest, clinging and clanging and clinking with as pure a sound as of silver bells.

You could be sure, as these surroundings aren't exactly an everyday experience, that I took notice. These beautiful descriptions, you will note, quietly bypass mentioning the expression of dumb befuddlement upon my features, the ever-so-intelligent thought repeating its self in my mind as steadily as the ticking of a clock;

What?

What?

What? 

And finally, the climax;

Where am I?

I will quietly 'forget' to mention the particular openness of my mouth; the wideness of my eyes- but, you see, you will have to deal with these absences. That is a sacrifice you will have to make.

Anyway; The wind, the chimes, blah, blah, blah; the point of it is, it blew back the hood of this person's cloak. It revealed their features.

It was a boy. A young boy, eight or so; black-haired and fair-skinned. His eyes were the  most startling blue I ever beheld. And his faced beared the most astounding lack of emotion I had or have witnessed- honestly, it was as if he was a statue. He made no move to redawn his cloak. He stood still. He stood absolutely still.

It was about then that I decided that this had been plenty enough standing, and it was time to do something. I took a step forward.

There was a resistance. The slightest, most ineffective resistance possible, true, but it's presence was the reason that I looked down, for the first time since I entered the forrest. All right, fair enough, I had better things to do then stare at myself, I can see me any dreary old time, but to my surprise, when I looked down I saw myself in a dress -odd enough, this, though not an anomaly all together- made of the same material as the boy's cloak. This was not what surprised me. Around my ankle -my right one, if you're interested- there was a small, delicate, silver chain, fastened with no clasp I could see, as if it had been welded onto my ankle especially. The chain looped around my ankle, and led off into the distance, and I could not see where it ended. Although, as there seemed to be plenty of slack, I weighed the dangers and, reckless as I am, decided to resume steps anyway.

An I was lifted into the air, quiet and graceful (aside from my screaming of course)  to find that  upon my wrists and left ankle more dainty chains had appeared, and it was from these I was being lifted. I swung about in the air, for the breeze had picked up into a roaring wind.

"Oy, lemme down!" I cried, but to no avail. "This isn't funny, whoever you are!"

But by and by, the chains begna to snap. One by one until I was left hanging by one, solitary wrist.

"This is you last chance! If I fall and die, I swear, you'll never hear the end of it. But there was no answer, for somewhere along the way, that demented kid had disappeared. "Please!" I shouted again. 

And right then, the last chain snapped. It's odd, this. After all my pleading, I didn't shout. I didn't scream. I fell silently. Quietly. Peacefully.  But when I fell, dress fluttering in the wind, hair whipping about, I did not hit the ground. I tumbled in to the water.

And I'll admit it, it was quite a belly flop. But diving deficiencies aside, I'll admit I was rather pleased to be alive, if only momentarily. It was then I found myself breathing underwater. Oh yeah, and witha tail. Not a dainty mermaid's tail, but the wriggling, slimy tail of an eel. 

"Really?!?" Cry to nobody in particular. Then my world shifted, yet again. I was in a glass tank. My vision of he world outside was warped and mangled by the glass. There were iron manacles on my hands and feet. And my tail was gone, (this I was happy about) as well as my ability to breathe underwater (not so much). Of course, I realized this after inhaling a great big mouthful of water.

There were people outside. An audience. I then heard a man's voice; "And now, my lovely assistant with escape from her watery death! Now, ladies and gentlemen, isn't this worth $25?"

I wanted to scream. I did. I cried and thrashed and beat my hands on the glass. I new it was futile. The world was growing black. And I felt terribly claustrophobic.

No doubt there was a secret catch, somewhere. No magic trick is genuine, but how could I find it anew, drowning as I was? I was doomed. 

Karaline~

I woke up not knowing where I was. I was underwater and had a tail. So I'm a mermaid. That's nice. Wait, what? Oh.... Um...... I seem to be on a rock. The beach looked about a mile away so i started swimming. Eventually I went down. Down....... I saw a rock. That's nice.  It had a mark on it. That's  nice. I ran my fingers over the mark, and suddenly heard a voice. "That beach is not safe. Go to the lighthouse and find River's End. When all the Sapphire children meet at dusk, It will be the river's final end. But you will live. In happiness, I presume. You don't notice, and you won't for a long time, but you aren't the only one." I thought about that for a moment. So should I go to the lighthouse? Or not...... 

~MARINA~

Still grumpy from earlier today, (when I got into trouble for watching humans-AGAIN!) I sulked to my stomping grounds, a strange rock with a mark. It sort of had an influence on me... I don't know. I mean, I could find it in a whirl pool blindfolded and with my hands tied behing my back. I think I have some sort of magical connection with it. But as I swam down to the rock, I saw another mermaid standing close beside it. For some reason, jealousy bubbled up inside me. That was MY rock! Not HER rock! OK, I know that sounds ridiculous. As quickly as the jealousy came, it faded away. I swam up to her. She absendmindedly looked up at me, but her face was blank. "Did you hear that?!?" she asked. "Hear what?" I replied. She looked at me with a shocked expression. "You didn't hear that?!? This rock just... oh, nevermind. Who are you, anyway?" "My name's Marina, but who are you?" I asked. "I know just about everyone around this part of the ocean, but I've never seen you before. Ya move here recently?" "Umm, something like that." She responds as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm Karaline."

~NO-NAMER~
Wow! I can think again! I spent all of yesterday as a mindless, brainless, peice of goop. (With eyes and a mouth, of course.) Now I was finally human again! But which human am I? I look down on myself. Oh. I'm my cousin from Australia. I walk over to some girls that look my cousin's age. They just got out of school. I walk over to them. "H-hi!" I say, nervously. "Hey!" One of the girls responds. "Are you new at school?" She asks. I hold back a laugh. "Sort of." I say. "Well, I'm Katie, this is Alex, Morgan, and Fiona. What's your name?" I quickly make up a name. "Georgia." As I walk away with the group of girls, I finally feel accepted.