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Mega Charrie Sheet RP:
This is a roleplay where we are our charries from the mega charrie sheet contest! There isn't really a plot--not yet. But we'll make up the story as we go!
It will take place in a fantasy world, just to clear that up. It starts out as us just living as our charrie sheet says we do, and we can meet up (if you so please), discover schemes, make friends and enemies, etc. Please do repost your charrie sheet here so we can refer to them without having to go to the old contest thread.
Join quickly if you are joining, as the maximum charrie limit is eleven! You don't have to have been in the contest to join this! Use the guidelines from my charrie sheet to make your new charrie! (I have no idea where the original contest thread went.)
Feel free to modify your already-made charrie sheet if you want to! Just don't change it too terribly much...Here's my charrie:
Name: Hazel Harrier
Age: 15
Gender: Girl
Hair Color: Whitish-Blonde and it goes past her shoulders
Right Eye Color: Her eyes are brown, although when they turn electric blue you'd better look out, because that means she's lost her mind temporarily
Left Eye Color: Brown or electric blue
Skin Color: Pale white
Scars: None
Weight: Very, very bony and skinny and lightweight
Shirt: A torn, loose, old bluish shirt
Pants: Bleached jeans
Shoes: None
Jacket: Never wears one, no matter how cold it is outside
Other Clothing: She wears a black headband that her mother gave her with her birthstone in the center of it
Other Attributes to Appearance: She has a grayish black right foot, due to an incident in her past six years ago. The blackness spirals up her leg, almost reaching her knee. It grows more and more; it grew slowly when she was young, and it grows at least a centimeter a week now that she's older.
Wings: None
Positive Personality Traits: She is quiet, never rude, ever, hates to be in the way, timid and afraid all the time. She likes to sing hymns, and climb trees. Her favorite food is spaghetti with no sauce or meatballs. So basically, noodles. She tries to be helpful and of some use.
Negative Personality Traits: Has spells of insanity, she's quiet all the time, which is annoying sometimes, reclusive, and she hardly ever gets angry, but when she does she kicks something that's black. She has no idea why.
Other Personality Traits: Her attacks happens due to a blackness overtaking her body, occuring more frequently (about once or twice every other day) and for longer periods of time as the darkness climbs closer to her heart.
Power Type: When she was young, her parents discovered her power to heal. However, they grew greedy with it, and when they discovered that her power was weak as could be, they began looking for a way to maximize it. She ran away when she was four, since she did not know what was going on, and hated the extra attention. This changed her life forever. When she looses her mind, (which is part of her curse), she can shoot lightning. Her eyes change to electric blue.
Power Details and Limits: Lightning striking leaves her physically weak, but she cannot control herself when her eyes are blue; therefore, her curse could potentially kill her
Aura Color: When she is sane and healing somebody, her aura is faintly green. When her eyes are blue, her aura is as bright and vivid as her irises.
Aura Scent: When she is healing, you can smell mint in the air. When she's in her cursed mode, her aura smells like fresh burnt asphalt.
Other: She hates to be around people for fear of her curse breaking loose on them. This is her backstory:
When Hazel ran away into the woods at age four, she entered undetected into a grove fused with magical powers: The place where an evil creature had died and seeped into the ground. When her parents found her, she had collapsed next to a puddle of tar; where her foot was dangling in, dissolving. When her father pulled her out, he soon saw that her foot had not been dissolving, but soaking up the blackness.
All seemed well with her black tattooed foot until one day five-year-old Hazel woke up to feel a terrible pain in her ankle. To her mother and father's surprise, the blackness had spread up and into her ankle, and that was when the attacks started. Her eyes would flash blue for a moment, and Hazel would not look like herself.
Hazel is cursed by the tar, and as the darkness spreads still closer to her heart she knows for a fact that when it reaches her chest she will be fully transformed into something...not herself. She has no idea when or her eyes will suddenly turn blue, but at the age 15, her spells last a minute so.
She tries to enjoy herself while she can, but the years have harrowed worry into her and she spends her time in a tree house by herself. That way, she can harm no one and over all live life normally.
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I beg of you to join this! I haven't been in a roleplay in forever...I hope this one lives!
submitted by Micearenice
(May 13, 2016 - 4:40 pm)
(May 13, 2016 - 4:40 pm)
I didn't participate in the charrie contest, but can I reserve a spot? This looks really fun!
Oh my gosh! Luna just said abcd! What are the odds?
*I'm learning the alphabet, and I'm not ashamed of it. I'm a wolf for crying out loud. Animals don't read.*
Good for you Luna!
*hmmph*
(May 13, 2016 - 7:51 pm)
TopTopTop!
(May 13, 2016 - 9:04 pm)
Sure!
(May 14, 2016 - 12:29 pm)
TOP
(May 14, 2016 - 12:30 pm)
I wasn't in the contest either, but I am definitely joining! We are using the Mega Charrie sheet, right? I'll post my charrie later!
(May 14, 2016 - 1:05 pm)
Does anyone have a link to the contest?
(May 14, 2016 - 2:18 pm)
Here!
http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/195439
Um, Mice, my charrie won't work well unless I change her up. Whatever you want me to do is fine. Just for reference, here's her sheet:
Name: Rena Armet
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Hair color: Gold
Right eye color: Silver
Left eye color: Gold
Skin color: Pale. Really pale. So pale that it's almost alarming.
Scars: One long scar running all the way down her right arm.
Weight: About 90 pounds
Shirt: Turquoise short sleeve shirt, v-neck.
Pants: Brand new jeans.
Shoes: Keens, colored purple
Jacket: Denim, with no buttons or zippers on it
Any other clothing: None
Other Appearance Attributes: None
Positive Personality Traits (list 5+): Friendly, Kind, Charming, Sweet, Good with kids.
Wings: NONEWHATSOEVER
Negative personality traits: Is very shy, gets mad easily, is constantly scared that she'll hurt someone with her powers, hates talking, is scared of cars (will explain in backstory)
Power type: Her right arm/hand can control, and create silver. And her left arm/hand creates gold.
Power details: When she touches something alive, it will turn into silver or gold, depending on which hand she touches it with. She can also summon metals after experiencing a strong feeling.
Aura color: Right side is silver, and left side is gold.
Aura scent: Smoke, and mint.
Backstory: When she was five, she first discovered her powers. Almost anything she touched turned into a metal. Her parents, for some reason, didn't notice it. Once she touched them, but they were strangely uninfected. She didn't realize it then, but they never rode in a car or on a bus. She found out why when she was seven. Her family had to take the bus one day to get to a friend's house. Her parents instructed her not to touch ANYTHING. I man bumped her as he was passing by. She fell out of her seat, both hands hitting the ground. The whole bus exploded.
Some how she survived, but nobody else made it out alive. A man in a dark cloak appeared out of thin air. He was her master he claimed. And apparently, her parents weren't real, and never were real. Chàrn was what he claimed his name to be. He created her parents. They were called auraforms. And Rena was created to be his servant. Forever.
So, from that day on, she was enlisted to do all of his dirty work, so that one day, he would rule the world.
(May 14, 2016 - 3:33 pm)
I wasn't in the contest, but I am joining! This is awesome, I love making my characters super detailed. I'll post my charrie later.
(May 14, 2016 - 6:07 pm)
Sounds fun!!!!
Name: Maynon Fang (if Maynon is to strange then I guess it could be May)
Age: 18
Gender: Girl
Hair Color: Mid-night Black
Right Eye: Deep brown but in ashen stage they are gray
Left Eye: same
Skin Color: fair skin (lightly taned)
Scars: (she earned it from the ashen stage) a gray scar on her hand
Weight: skinny, and thin, but not sickly
Shirt: she usually dresses in warrior armor
Pants: warrior armor
Shoes: metal shoes that slip off
Jacket: none
Other Clothes: she usually has a golden swirly headband
Other Appearances: none
Wings: none (but if she is infected with the ashen stage forever she will have gray dragon wings)
Positive traits: she is a great fighter, protective, not really that rude,
Negative traits: she can have some tantrums
Other Personality traits: the ashen stage makes her cold-hearted
Power type: none
Power limits:none
Aura color: when she is in ashen stage it is gray but usually it is a deep turquoise
Aura scent: ashen stage: smoke regular: Wild flowers in bloom
Other: You're probably wondering what the ashen stage is so here is a little explanation: So it is from a book I am writing (Maynon is to). So when anyone turns nineteen (except for royals) they get infected with a sickness and it is called the ashen stage. Mainly there skin turns gray at the tips of your fingers. Then it spreads, spreads, and spreads more. If the gray covers your body completely you will be infected forever. As long as it doesn't take over your body it just hurts and gives you a few scars
(May 14, 2016 - 7:04 pm)
AHHHH!!!! Yes!!!! One problem, does anybuggy know where the original thread was?!?! I CAN'T REMEBER!!!!! *Sobs*
(May 14, 2016 - 9:08 pm)
Aha!!!! After a hard three minutes of searching, I have found it!!!!
Name: Ash
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Hair color: black
Right eye color: Dark grey, almost black
Left eye color: Same
Skin color: Very pale
Scars: One that crosses his left eyebrow that goes down to his jaw, and one one his wrist
Weight: I don't really know, but fairly skinny.
Shirt: Plain white Tee
Pants: Blue jeans, but they are ripped and dirty
Shoes: Black sneakers
Jacket: Dark gray trench coat
Any other articles of clothing: A backpack with basic supplies
Other appearance attributes: Little flames fly around in his hair
Positive personality traits (list five+): Street smart, keeps out of trouble, can keep a secret(He has many), knows how to blend into a crowd, good planner, nicer if you get to know him.
Negative personality traits (list five+): Very, very, secretive, kind of dark and brooding, will kill you if you poke into his secrets, became a "no team in I" person on the streets, Doesn't work well in the day
Other personality traits: Terrified of water
Power type: Fire control
Power Details and Limits: Though he looks human, Ash's mother was a Firicompi, or fire spirit. Because of this, his fire is acually in his blood. Literally. But, if he uses too much fire in a short period of time, he exhausts himself. Usually he keeps to small balls of fire he can hold in his hand to warm himself, but he can burn whole cities if he wanted. If he exahusts his fire too many times in a period of time, he will burn.
Aura color (the color of the mist of magic when they use it that surrounds them): Rusty red like his hair, but with a bit of black at the bottom
Aura Scent: Smoke with a touch of pepper
Other: None
Backstory in a moment...
(May 14, 2016 - 9:13 pm)
Mwahaha!!!!
Ash stood on the sidewalk, peering out of his alcove into the pouring rain. Once upon a time, he wouldn't have been standing outside in the rain, but now he lived on the streets. Sighing, Ash allowed himself to remember his past, back before his 9th birthday.
A nasty, rainy day just like this one. That was when the problems started. Ash had always known about his mom's fear of water, but never really understood it. It had rained for weeks and the river by their little house had finally overflowed, flooding the entire city. He and his mom hadn't gone anywhere since it started raining, she seemed not to want to touch the water at all. At least, not till Shimi came.
Ash walked downstairs on his 9th birthday to hear his mother arguing with her best friend.
"Shimi I can't! I can't leave Ash alone! You know what day it is, you know what he could do!"
"I also know that the dam is about to break and flood the whole city and you are the only one who can stop it!"
"I-I don't know if I can-"
"Mom? Mom, what's going on?"
"Nothing honey. Shimi I can't-"
"Please. Please Laurelin."
"I-" Ash's mom looked at Ash despairingly. "Ok. I'll try. Ash, promise me you'll stay here. Promise me!"
"I promise. What are you gonna do?"
"Something I promised myself I would never do again. Shimi, stay with him. Please."
Ash's mother had left the house a few minutes later, heavily wrapped in her winter coat and hood and wearing her mud boots, even though it was March. Watching from the one window, Ash saw his mother carefully walk up to the dam, avoiding all water she could, which wasn't much. Puzzled, Ash stared in a as his mom began to glow, sparks flying from her outstretched fingers. Her body became an inferno, repelling the downpour of rain and stretching a second wall of fire around the city. The rain came down harder. Ash's mom looked strained already, but now her strength was waning fast. With one last determined look at Ash through the window, she mouthed to him:I love you, don't burn. Then, there was a flash so bright that it is was seared into Ash's mind forever, and his mother's ashes crumbled in a sudden dry wind.
Ash went back to bed. He was confused and awed all at once, but he was sure on one thing at least: His mother was gone. She wasn't coming back. Shimi brought him his lunch and dinner, but Ash didn't eat anything. Shimi didn't know what she was supposed to do, and Ash didn't really care. He cried himself to sleep late that night, still wondering about the last thing his mother had said the him. Don't burn. What did that mean? Ash slept.
Sometime early in the morning, he woke. Ash sat up in bed, still trying to decipher his mother's last words. Don't burn. Don't burn. His mom had never been afraid of fire, in fact she rather liked it. She never kept Ash from open fires, just made sure that he never got close enough to be burned. Somehow, Ash knew that fire had something to do with it. Thinking of fire brought up all kinds of memories from his childhood. The time his mom had started a fire without any tinder, cooking food without any stove or fire, and many other things.
Sighing, he turned over to in his bed to try to sleep, but he just couldn't. That was odd, he never had trouble sleeping. Shivering from sudden cold, Ash lay in his bed, feeling like he was about to be sick. His hand felt weird, hot and tingly, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was going mad. By the look on Shimi's face the next morning when he told her, Ash could tell he wasn't.
The next night it was even worse, and Ash knew that something was going on by the way his hand glowed with heat and faintly smelled of smoke. The third night, he just let it go. Tired and miserable, Ash just willed whatever was going to happen to start, just so he wouldn't feel like this anymore. Then, poof, his Flame stuttered into existence. Terrified, Ash instinctively yelled for his mom before remembering that Shimi had gone back home to her own family for the night, and he was alone.
Actually, he realized, the Flame felt good on his hand, coating it in a warmth that Ash had never felt before. It drove off the Cold that haunted him, and gave him back the energy it had taken to get started. Feeling suddenly giddy, Ash opened the wall he had unknowingly put up around himself, and allowed the fire to wash over his body, rejuvenating him in a way he would have never thought possible.
Laughing, he stood that way, swathed in fire, in the middle of his room. Ash's Flame quickly died down to a flicker of fire over his right ring finger, leaving him filled with euphoria and exhausted all at once. Suddenly woozy, Ash sat down hard on his bed. "Whoa," he whispered. So intoxicated by the heat that had enveloped him, Ash almost didn't realize that unlike his skin, his clothes were not immune to his fire.
Soon after that, he ran away. He knew Shimi would look for him, but he couldn't stay there anymore. His fire was getting more and more unpredictable, and Ash couldn't control it at all. Eventually he had run into a rouge firicompi who had taught him to control his fire, but he never returned.
Ash sighed again. He couldn't dwell on that stuff or he'd be caught off guard someday. Happy birthday Ash. You're 13. What are you gonna do now? He headed out into the rain.
(May 14, 2016 - 9:15 pm)
Here's my charrie:
P.S. I did NOT participate in the contest
Name: Cymbeline Avantia
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Hair color: Chocolate with red tips, wavy
Right eye color: Gray
Left eye color: Sea Glass
Skin color: Light-ish and very peachy
Scars: A long white line that runs the length of her spine
Weight: About 90 pounds
Shirt: White stiff t-shirt with boat neckline and lace on the bottom
Pants: Purple skinny jeans, well worn
Shoes: Gray ballet flats with a blue rhinestone on each toe
Jacket: Loose, flowing green cardigan with no buttons
Any other clothing: A messenger bag with her sketchbook and a knife (will be explained in backstory)
Other Appearance Attributes: None
Positive Personality Traits (list 5+): Good listener, friendly, funny, fierce, doesn’t like to give up, not shy
Wings: None
Negative personality traits: impatient, doesn’t think before doing things, sometimes brash, sometimes cynical, despises cats
Power type: She can summon and use weapons
Power details and limits: She can sense weapons around her and can summon and wield them ONLY if they contain silver.
Aura color: Gray and sea glass swirls
Aura scent: Salt, blood, and lavender
Backstory: Will post later...
(May 15, 2016 - 12:20 am)
Other Appearance Attributes: Her left hand is made entirely out of silver, but she has no idea why.
(May 15, 2016 - 9:54 pm)
@Cho, (Wait, did you already change your charrie sheet?) If not, and that's the original, I think it's fine. As long as you change just the things that don't conform to the fantasy theme, (such as the bus--maybe to a busy village?) it'll be fine. GtG, more latr
(May 15, 2016 - 8:26 am)