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Inkheart-type RP
Inkheart-type RP
So . . . this isn't exactly like Inkheart. The idea is that our characters are characters of books that were transported into the real world. They can be bad guys, good guys, neither, people from historical fiction, or, if you want, dragons, and other mythical beasts.
Anyway, you definitely don't have to have read Inkheart to participate. It's been a while since I read it, and I don't remember it very well. But here's the part you need to know for this RP; Silvertongues are humans with a special ability. This ability is that whenever they read anything out loud, it happens. Like, if you read 'a bird flew in the window' from a book, a bird would fly through your window. If I'm explaining this poorly, I apologize. Like I said, it's been a while. =)
Anywho, you can have four characters, and they can be either a Silvertongue or a book character. They can either want to stay in this world, or want desperately to go back to their own. They can blend in, or wreak havoc. The 'real world' is the world that we live in now. Us. It's exactly the same other than the existence of Silvertongues, which are rare and kind of hide their powers.
Have fun!
My character;
Name; Tartana Duval
Age; 23
Gender; Female
Personality; Cold, ruthless, condesending, very used to getting her way. She's smart, and conive-y. Can be charming, if it serves her purposes.
Appearance; Long golden hair in ringlets, big, dark, dark blue eyes, slender. Tall. She has an upturned nose, and rarely smiles.
Backstory; She's the queen of Melbar, a kingdom with, castles, knights, etc. She poisoned her father because she was impatient for the crown. She knows a bit of dark magic.
Book; The Crown of Bashim
About the book; It is a book following the ups and downs of the three kingdoms of Melbar, Trival and Quivara. The dramas of court, the sorrow of war, and so on.
Silvertongue; Mera Young
My Silvertongue;
Name; Mera Young
Age; 13
Gender; Female
Personality; Withdrawn, quiet, but kind. She can be pushed to far, and when she is, she flies into a yappy, well-worded rage, and has been known to actually talk someone to death. Or close to it.
Appearance; She looks a lot younger than she is. She has short, light, dull blond hair and dull green eyes. Freckled, with pale skin. Short. Button nose. She wears plain clothes.
Other; She is always reading. She doesn't go outside at all, as she spends most of her time curled up in a chair with her cat, blanket, and tea. She spends literally all day reading, though she never, ever tried reading out loud to herself before. And when she does, a tall, rude, violent, demanding tyrant appears in the middle of her room. See what you get for trying new things?
submitted by Alias
(March 25, 2015 - 5:20 pm)
(March 25, 2015 - 5:20 pm)
Cooool! I've never read Inkheart, myself, but we do have them. Are they good?
My charrie:
Name: Katness Everdeen
Age: 17
Gender: F
Personality: Even though she doesn't realize it, she's very tender-hearted. However, she's harsh and untrusting.
Appearance: Long dark hair always in a single braid down her back. Kinda tall. I forget what color her eyes are.
Backstory: She comes from the future, and it's ruled by a tyrant by the name of President Snow. President Snow lives in a thriving Capitol, full of spoiled citizens, and it is surrounded by twelve districts, forced to work like slaves. A way Snow keeps the districts in line is by using the Hunger Games, where 24 children, two from each district, fight to the death. Katness was chosen and her and her supposed lover Peeta were the victors. (Forgive me for spoiling!It was necessary!) (Also, I'm just going to stop, so this is before Catching Fire.)
Book: The Hunger Games; I just summarized it in her backstory.
Silvertounge: Tara Yolar
Other charrie:
Name: Tara Yolar
Age: 11
Gender: F
Personality: Quiet and a loner, but likes the company of Katness.
Appearance: She has short blond hair and dark blue eyes. She's tall.
Other: She loves to read, and does it a lot, but she lives in a subrural area, meaning she has a lot of space. So, after reading, her favorite activity is playing in the yard (A.K.A archery with Katness).
Can I get a few things straight?
1, We're writing about a book charrie that actually exists.
2, Silvertongues read anything and it will happen.
3, When our Silvertongue reads, they summon their book charrie.
Do I have this right?
(March 25, 2015 - 7:52 pm)
1. We're writing about a book charrie that actually exists.
Yes. The book characters kind of live in the world of their book, and to them it seems a hundred percent real. They have no notion that they are in a book. Like, if your neighbors' dog ran away, you wouldn't think of it as a plot twist or something.
They experience everything that happened to them in the book, and it's part of their memories. Katniss would still remember, y'know, Prim giving her the Mockingjay pin, because to her, it was part of her life and she had had absolutely no notion that it could possibly be part of a story.
2. Silvertongues read anything and it will happen.
Yes. In the book, I believe they could even write something themselves, then read it, and it would happen. For example; you could write 'a tub of vanilla ice cream appeared on the table' and read it out loud, one would indeed appear. But Silvertongues can't just say it out loud and it will happen, it has to be reading.
3. When a Silvertongue reads out loud, they summon their book charrie.
Yes. I think that they kind of force the book character into this world simply by reading their name out loud as part of the book. Then the character is stuck in this world until the Silvertongue agrees to write something like 'Katniss came back to District 12' to send them back.
And yes, I think you should read it! I read it a while ago, so I can't be exactly sure, but I think it's a teensy bit dark. But very fascinating.
(March 26, 2015 - 1:09 pm)
I reserve a spot! My characters are Murtagh, Thorn, and a cherrie named Karla.
(March 26, 2015 - 5:18 pm)
Character:
Name: Lani Haluki
Age: 12, acts older
Appearance: Tall, black hair, blue eyes
Personality: Smart, good at her magic. Can be a little teasing sometimes.
Book: The Unwanteds. I'm not doing the other books, just the first one.
Backstory: She's been Purged from the city of Quill because she's artistic, which is not allowed. She now lives in Artime, where she has learned to do magic using art and fight with it. (again, keeping it to the first book.)
Will write more later! When are we starting?
(March 26, 2015 - 11:55 pm)
We can start whenever, though people can join throughout. =)
(March 27, 2015 - 4:33 pm)
Top! And I'm going to start.
Tara~
"Sissy, read my book! Read my book to me!"
Bella, my little sister, holds out a messily written book made by her.
"Okay," I reply. "Another Hunger Games fanfiction?"
"It's about you!" she says, grinning from ear to ear.
I sigh and roll my eyes good-naturedly.
"Once apon a time," I start, "There was a girl named Katniss Everdeen. If you want to know about her past, read the first book it the Hunger Games Triology. I'm not going to bother to write it here. Really?"
"What? It takes so long."
"Okay, whatever." I continue reading. "There was also a girl named Tara. She's my sister. And one day Tara was opening her closet to look for clothes. But instead of her closet she found a portal."
As I read, I find myself thinking about clothes. I automatically walk up the stairs to my room, Bella running and saying, "Hey! You didn't finish!"
I open the door to my closet and find a portal. Mystefied, I continue reading out loud.
"Then she said, 'I wonder if this is a portal to Panem.' I wonder if this is a portal to Panem. Then, as if on cue, Katness Everdeen busted through the portal!"
Just in time, I jump back. Katniss Everdeen is in my room! With her bow!
I continue reading, muttering under my breath. "She spun around, her bow at the ready, and said, 'Hey! Who are you? What am I doing here?'"
"Who are you?" Katniss asks. Her bow is taught and pointing at me. "Where am I? Did you do this?"
"I think I did by accident," I reply. "My sister wrote this story about me and you, see, and I read it out loud, and then for some reason it happened."
"Oh," she says. She turns around a bit.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about this. You can go back-"
I open the door, but the portal is gone.
"Oh," I say. "Um, I think you're trapped."
"Read me back," Katniss says. "Write it down and read me back."
(March 30, 2015 - 6:37 pm)
Katniss~
I sling my bow over my shoulder and start walking towards the fence to home in District Twelve.
But I don't make it. Instead, I step into a pool of white.
And appear in a Capitol bedroom. I immedeatly draw back my bowstring.
I hear muttering in the corner. "Who are you?!" I demand. "Where am I?"
((ex., ex.))
"Yeah, read me back," I say. "It's obvious you have some sort of power. Why a Capitol citizen would care, I don't know-"
"Capitol? You think I'm from the Capitol?" the girl laughs. "Silly! This is the past for you!"
"The past?"
"Yeah. You're in North America."
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Clode says puug. You want a dog?
(March 30, 2015 - 6:42 pm)
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(March 31, 2015 - 6:52 pm)
~Mera~
With a slight sigh I settle into my reading chair. It seems a shame that other things must be done, besides reading. It's such a nice feeling, settling into a good storyline, becoming invested in characters, being surprised at a well-thought-out plot twist. And then, right as you're on the very edge of your seat, right as you've completely forgotten that the book you're reading is only ink and paper, you hear-
"Mera, honey, I'm going to the store. Would you be a dear and pick up the clean dishes while I'm gone? Oh, and the trash has to be taken out."
Chores are so boring, I think, then chuckle quietly at the originality of my thought, and besides that, how mild my troubles must be, when compared to others'.
I reach slightly, still sitting down, to pick up The Crown of Bashim, the current book that I'm reading. Once I realize I cannot reach it from my current seat, I sigh again, this time short and frustrated, and lean as far as is possible towards my leather-bound prize. Alas, it is still too far for my fingers to grasp. So I grab a comb off of my nearby end table, and stretch again. This time, it almost reaches. Almost.
Aha! My brush! It's a few inches longer than the comb, it's sure to reach! I glance around for it, only to find that it also was on my end table, but also too far for me to get at.
Oh, how lazy I've become, I think, brandishing the comb towards the brush.
"Yes!" I say out loud, as the one hair-care item touches the other. My cat, who has been watching all of this with uninterested, half-closed eyes, looks up startled.
After dragging the brush towards me, I grasp it's handle, and smile evilly at The Crown of Bashim as if it were alive, and consciously withholding it's leather-bound, five-hundred-and-six-paged-self from my reach.
I re-grip the brush's handle, preparing myself. Then, slowly, carefully, I extend my arm in the book's direction, and-
I drop the brush.
"Agh!" I scream. "What do I have to do to get this book?!" My cat looks up again, startled, shoots me a poisonous look, then rises and walks pointedly out my bedroom door.
I consider picking up another, nearby book. It's one I found at the library a few days ago. It's titled 'The Evergreen City', and the summery looks decent enough. But, oh, The Crown of Bashim is so very good. And if I read something else I'll have to read the whole thing over again to remember what happened . . . .
Quickly, before I can change my mind, I shoot up, take a step, and grasp the book. I sit down again with another sigh, this time contented.
Cracking open the cover, I search the pages for my place. I never remember to put in a bookmark and I just can't bring myself to dog-ear.
Three hundred, three hundred in seven, three hundred and twenty . . . ah! Three hundred and thirty-two. My place.
I throw a blanket over my legs, stretch out a bit, and begin to read;
. . . "I merely offered advice, your highness, I meant no offense! Please believe I will serve you until the very day I drop dead, that day itself decided upon by you and your wise word." The fevered words of flattery echoed through the vast courtroom, until they vanished. A silence spread through the courtiers the like of which could only have been induced by . . .
"'Tartana the Violent,'" I mouth, "'the dread of the three kingdoms, whose word commands all--"
I hear something fall, somewhere. I ignore the sound.
. . . From the hilt at her side, Tartana drew a dagger as bright and polished as the smile she wore. "Sir Adair," she spoke, in a voice as sweet as poisoned honey, "is my word not supreme?" The courtier Adair spoke; "Supreme, My Queen! Unquestionable, un-" A single, bitter cry escaped Tartana's ruby lips, breaking her semblance of calm. With ill-concealed difficulty, she forced her voice to a low volume, so that every poor soul in the present had to strain to hear. "Unquestionable?" she whispered. "Unquestionable you say, almost in the same breath as you question it! You are a strange man, Adair. Strange . . ."
With two fingers and a voice like an angel's, she beckoned him forth. "Come," she spoke, "do not be afraid," . . .
"'And as the man came and kneeled before her, she raised her dagger, for those she condemned to death she killed herself,'" I gasp. "Oh come on, don't kill Adair! Tartana, you--" I said this last part myself, obviously. I wasn't reading. But I broke off because I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room.
"Mom?" I call quietly, "Is that you? Are you back . . .from the . . . AGH!" I had risen, and peered curiously through my doorway, and what I saw . . . . Well. Obviously it couldn't be true.
Tartana the Violent couldn't be in my house. That just isn't how things work.
(April 2, 2015 - 5:24 pm)
(April 4, 2015 - 9:31 am)
mrs.cool - (grades papers reads paper aloud ) Peeta mellark , Eragon,and Grover ran around the classroom in wearing prom dresses! This paper is terrible F- ! (Looks behind Her sees them in prom dresses ) Ahhhhhhhh! How did you get here ?
Eragon-Why are we here ? Why are we wearing prom dresses ?
Peeta-This dress really matches my eyes
grover- Blaaah! We need to get back! How do we get back !
mrs.cool - I, I, don't know. I was just reading a paper and this happened!
(April 4, 2015 - 4:11 pm)
My charrie:Tyson
Why: He's funny, he eats PB +J sandwiches, and he makes things go BOOM!
Age: 8
Personality: Clumsy,strong,emotional,not that smart, loyal (you know him) Book: Percy Jackson
Silver tongue: Steve
Personality: skittish,boring, serious, yet can be creative.
Appearance: light brown hair, sharp features, (basically Eragon jr.)
Yeah,see how they get along!
(April 4, 2015 - 4:29 pm)
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