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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)
Yay! Jasmine and Cobalt meet...but one thing: Cobalt doesn't grin, and he's not altogether friendly. Is it all right if I change that scene up a bit?
Cobalt~
I speak the words so familiar that they are now engraved on my tongue, so perfectly memorized that I no longer comprehend what I am saying. As I chant quietly, the symbols on the edges of my jacket and pants glow golden, emitting the faintest of tingling vibrations that I feel traveling up my legs and arms.
"Shazar," I mutter, ending the spell. Golden symbols fall of my clothes like pealing paint, disappearing quickly into a magical gust of wind. Waiting for the letters to do their job, I look around. Just another village (why are they all so alike? The names are even similar! Moonbrook, Shadowden, Rattle River's Ravine, Camelot...no, not Camelot, what was the name of the last village? Camazots? Oh never mind) in a long string of villages, containing their fair share of grubby alleyways, secret nooks, and dusty roads. Wandering, my eyes look up to the tops of a rather spindly clump of trees growing close together as if fighting for space, like every other person in this crowded village (and all the others). Where is East? He should be here by now. He usually answers my summons right away... as if on cue, the scattered pine needles at the foot of the trees begin to rustle slightly, and then swirl, as a quick blast of wind whisks around. Within seconds, it forms an indestinct, see-through shape. But it wasn't the shape I was hoping for. I had expected East Wind, with whom I would have had a long conversation, he would give me some good advice, and a story to ponder over the next few days. The blusterous, haughty breeze before me had blown in from the west.
"You called?" asked the bored voice of West Wind. She drew a translucent nail file out of thin air, and began to rub it up and down her perfectly pointed nails in swift, practiced motions. I stared.
"You...came," I stuttered. When was the last time that West had come? It had been at least six months.
"I see you weren't expecting me," she said, looking down her rather sharp nose at me, "South is hogging all the big storms right now—you know what a glory seeker he is. You know, I wonder if he's rubbing off on you. You're a legend in at least five of the villages in Toadstool Forest. You wouldn't be flaunting your powers, would you?"
"Know, I—" I begin, practically growling in frustration.
"Oh but of course you are," she says in a low, accusing voice, her eyes narrowed, "you know what they're calling you? Cobalt. Cobalt Dusk. And you really should wear something other than that frown once in a while. "Cobalt Dusk" is twenty-three." 23. Really. I'm rather flattered, being only 19.
"There's someone behind you. And try to make a friend this time. A boy of your age who only socializes with the wind. Tsk tsk." And with that, she disappears in a condesending burst of cool air. Before the breeze has completely disipated, I spin around quickly. Sure enough, there is a tired-looking girl standing right behind me, a worn grey bag slung over her shoulder.
"Who are you? Who are you talking to?" she asks.
"Cobalt Dusk," I say quickly then snort at myself. To be honest, though, I rather like the name.
"And I'm not talking to anyone," which is true, I'm not talking to just anyone.
"Is this your...place?" she asks, gesturing to the pinestraw surrounding us.
"No-no."
"Okay then," she says, reaching into the bag. Turning, I run between two of the trees. I'll find a different place to sleep tonight. The streets along the outskirts of this town are mostly deserted. I jog along the sides, kicking up dust. As I round a corner, I see something that looks like a well, or another sort of stone structure. Leaning against it is a pale boy with black hair, who is on fire. Actual flames dance along his clothes and hair, I blink hard, but they are still there. Catching my gaze, he slips behind the well. I know his pain. Having a mysterious power isn't always something you want to flaunt. Especially if it's personal.
(May 28, 2016 - 8:22 pm)
OOPS. SORRY.
Also, I'm really really sorry if I controlled your characters too much. I was kind of in a rush, and I probably should've asked for confirmation before I posted all that. O-O
(May 28, 2016 - 6:29 pm)
@Micearenice- I just saw your post now, about Crystal, Hazel and Jasmine, but I love the idea!
Crystal~
I snap awake from my nightmare. I dreamed that my wings had turned black, and I destroyed my hometown of Gongorea. It's a crowded, dirty town full of drunkards and tiny shops, but it's home. I've never lived anywhere else, and would be devastated if it was destroyed.
That sorceress that cursed me ruined my life. I live in fear, that every day could be the day my wings turn black and Crystal is gone forever.
Trembling slightly, I stand up and glance at my wings. They're a shade darker than they were yesterday, which worries me. I've figured out by now that the older I am, the faster the color changes, and each time I use my powers it accelerates the process even more.
I glance at the small clock in my room. The glass on the front is cracked, and it's difficult to read the numbers, but the clock used to belong to my grandmother, and it's all I have to remember her. I'm late! I was supposed to be at the Broken Moon Inn 5 minutes ago! I quickly pull off my nightgown and put on a blue dress and run out the door, grabbing my small lunch on the way out of my family's tiny house. When I get to the Broken Moon, Jasmine and Hugo are waiting for me. I wave at Hugo, acknowledging the mechanical spider in his hand. He does love to invent and build things. Jen turns around and says,
"Hey, Crystal. Late night? Our customers sure do love a good round of 'Row, row, row your ship', eh?" I grin.
"Admit it, Jen, you like a good song as much as the next barmaid." Jen smiles, but I can tell something's nagging at her. Now is not the time to talk, but I'll ask her what's wrong later. The three of us walk down the stairs together. We're all good friends, as we need each other working in such a shady place. It's not always completely safe here at the inn. The drunk men can be dangerous on occasion, depending on how much alcohol they've had.
When we reach the kitchen, the three of us grab our dirty aprons off their hooks and begin cleaning up last night's mess. I wash dishes while Hugo sweeps and Jen mops. The tavern is empty until a boy walks in. He's by himself and is extremely skinny, hunger in his eyes. The boy sits down, and I'm about to walk over and offer him a little bit of food when Jen whispers to me to wait. Grub, the owner of the inn walks over and starts yelling at the boy, spittle flying from his mouth. The boy smirks and flicks a spark at Grub's bears, igniting it. I smile slightly, until Jen walks over to him and says,
"He's looking for me." Grub whirls arouns and says something I can't hear. Jen's face falls, and she dashes upstairs, coming down with her few possesions in her bag. She walks back into the kitchen, hanging up her apron and saying,
"G-guys. I just got sacked. But I know someone who might have answers to our questions. Crystal, your wings, and Hugo... I know you'll have something to ask as well. You both have... auras. I can tell you about it if you meet me byt the old well at midnight." With that, Jen hugs both of us and walks out after having a quick word with Grub. I watch her trudge down the street until she goes out of sight.
"M-maybe we shoud get back to work. There's even more to do now that Jen is gone," Hugo says sadly. I nod and continue sweeping.
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By the time my work is done, it's almost midnight, so I leave immediately and find the old well. Jen isn't there yet, so I sit on the stone edge and wait for her to arrive.
(May 28, 2016 - 9:16 pm)
Cobalt passed the well and Ash was there.
(May 31, 2016 - 8:18 pm)
Hey? Where did everybody go? This was such a great idea!
(June 1, 2016 - 3:22 pm)
I'm here! Forgive me if I get anything wrong.
Hugo~
I leave the Broken Moon as soon as I can. Arachno, my spider, rests inside the pocket of my worn-out pants, and my hair falls in my eyes as I run home. Being late is my specialty, and there's no way I'm meeting the girls at the well tonight without my gloves.
Today was bad enough. Jen and Crystal didn't question me about the tattoos, though, which could mean two things; I kept my hands hidden well enough that they never noticed, or that they are the best friends a boy could ever have. Hugo... I know you'll have something to ask as well, Jen had said. So, she had noticed something different about me, whether it was the inky black mist that swirls around me when I get distressed, or the way I always seem to smell like a shop full of old books, or the tattoos themselves. Either way, she said I was going to get my questions answered tonight. That's good enough for me.
I rush through the door and grab my gloves off of the workbench where I left them. Once again, I tie up my mess of curls that I desperately need to cut, and dash out of the house. Once again, I will be fashionably late.
Surprisingly, I'm not the last one there. Crystal sits on the side of the well, and I don't see Jen anywhere. Then, a small, pale boy slips out of the shadows. For a second, I wonder if this is a trap, but Jen would never do that. When I look more closely at the boy, I notice flames flickering across his body. Well, I'm not one to judge. "Hello," I state.
He nods in my direction. It's a start. "My name is Hugo," I say with a slight smile. "I have a feeling that I'm not the only one who's 'different'."
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Hey, would it be okay if in this society, tattoos are like, symbols of shame or something and looked down on? Just wondering.
(June 1, 2016 - 7:48 pm)
I love the story idea, but I'm not too sure where Cymbeline would fit in... Any ideas?
(June 1, 2016 - 11:33 pm)
~Rena~
I hate doing anything that he wants me to do, even if it seems harmless, such as going to the Broken Moon often. I know he has a reason to do it, but I don't know why. And I don't know why he keeps me around.
All I can do is turn things into metals. And that's hardly useful.
I slip out of the Broken Moon. It's late, and I haven't seen much. But then again, I was stuck in a corner tonight.
Two boys and a girl sit at a well, one of the boys saying, "Hello,"
The other boy nods. "My name is Hugo," The first one says. "I have a feeling that I'm not the only one who's 'different'."
My heart thumps excitedly. Here's something to take back. Besides I need to take some sort of information back to Charn tonight, or he'll get restless as I haven't brought any good info back over the past week.
Before anyone else can say anyting else, I dart up to them. They all stop whatever they were doing, staring. "You're that one girl who's constantly at the Broken Moon each night, but you never buy anything." The girl says, but it seems more like an acusation.
My cheeks start burning, but I say nothing. "You are, aren't you?" She demands. "Yeah." I snap. "So what's it to you?"
"You're always evesdropping on everyone."
"Maybe that's true, but I'm not the only girl with a 'condition'." I say. She freezes and I know I've tripped her up. I've seen her round a couple of times, but never talked to her.
"Hey." Hugo says. "Lay off a bit. We've all got it hard." Tears start filling my eyes, but I blink them away. "You have no idea." I mumble.
(June 2, 2016 - 9:00 am)
Crystal~
I'm still waiting for Jen when Hugo arrives. He looks flustered, and his face is red. I wave, and motion for him to sit down while we wait for Jen. Hugo glances around briefly, and starts to make his way over to the well when he freezes. Out of the shadows slips a tall, pale boy with flames flickering all across his body, even in his hair. It's the boy that was at the Broken Moon today, I think, but don't say anything.
"Hello," Hugo says. "I have a feeling I'm not the only one that's 'different'." I give him a weird look and mouth, 'What is that supposed to mean?'
"Shh," He whispers. For the first time, I notice the tattoos on his hands. Where did those come from, I wonder? Tattoos are considered a symbol of shame in Gongorea , and nobody has any. WHy would Hugo choose to mark up his skin like that? The markings are slightly odd, seven parallel arrows on the top of his hand. They must have some personal significance to him, but I've never seen anything like them. Before I can ask him about them, a girl darts out from behind a bush.
"Were you spying on us?" I demand. "Wait, you're that girl who's constantly at the Broken Moon each night, but never buys anything!" She doesn't respond. "You are, aren't you?"
"Yeah. What's it to you?" She snaps.
"You're always eavesdropping on everyone."
"Maybe that's true, but I'm not the only girl around here with a 'condition'." I freeze. How could she possibly know about my cursed wings? Or is that even what she's talking about? Hugo steps in to save the day.
"Hey, lay off a bit. We all have it hard."
"You have no idea," the girl mumbles, tearing up. I immediately feel bad for her. Why was I so rude? I try never to talk like that to anyone. Talking back got me in major trouble with that sorceress. WHo knows what this girl could do if she gets angry?
"What do you mean?" I ask, my tone softer.
"It's none of your business."
"Well can you at least tell me your name?"
"Rena." I open my mouth to say something else when Jen rushes up to the well.
"Sorry I'm late," she pants. "But now that I'm here-" She stops and turns to Rena.
"Who are you?" Jen asks.
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Sorry if I controlled anyone's charrie too much. If so, let me know and I'll change it. =)
(June 2, 2016 - 11:48 am)
~Rena~
"What do you mean?" the girl asks.
"It's none of your business," I snap. Nobody can know, or he'll, or he'll ...
"Well can you at least tell me your name?"
"Rena," I say. Can't hurt to get on the good side of these folks.
"Sorry I'm late," another girl pants, running up to us. "But now that I'm here-" She stops and turns to me.
"Who are you?" she asks. "Name's Rena," I snap. Why do people ask questions? All you have to do is wait for the right moment to listen.
"Why are you here?" she asks. "Yeah, why did you pop up out of that bush?" the other boy asks. If I'm not careful, I'm going to lose my temper and turn them all to metal.
"Because I had to get up at some point," I say, glaring at the boy, considering slapping him and watching his face as he turned to gold. Or silver.
He nods, but still watches me as if he doesn't trust me. Well, he shouldn't. Good for him. He's got sense.
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Here's Rena!
(June 2, 2016 - 1:58 pm)
Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a while. I will post as soon as possible.
(June 2, 2016 - 3:06 pm)
/-\ Ash
"Because I had to get up at some point!" the girl, Rena, shouts at Hugo. He nods, but he and his two friends are still glaring at her, suspicious.
I step forward, hands raised. "Ok," I say, channeling my energy into the flames surrounding my body. They flare white hot, and all four of the others cover their eyes and back away. "I came here," I continue, "to understand some things. Also, figuring out WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW would be good too."
The boy, Hugo I think, steps forward and squints at me in the dancing light of my flames.
"Wait a second," he says softly. "I know you! I've seen you before! Around town, out in the streets."
"Congratulations Tattoo Boy," I sneer. "I live out on the streets. I know them better then anyone at night."
He stiffens, glancing around nervously.
"Oh yes. I know exactly who each of you are. I've lived here for 4 years, and you hear lots of rumors out on the streets. Tattooed boys. Girls with uh... Metallic powers. Even girls with odd personality changes every once in a while. And," I say, lip curling as I turn to the girl with red hair. "Even elemental control."
The four teens before me all shift around, trying to look nonchalant, but failing. The red-haired girl, Crystal, is the most uncomfortable.
"I am the only Fireling in this city," I continue, stalking towards her. "In fact, right now, I am the only Fireling in this district. I know a Waterling when I see one. Fire and water don't mix. They don't mingle. They don't..." I pause, searching for the right word, "coincide." I slip my black dagger from my belt, advancing still farther on the girl. "Only one of us can stay here. Which one will it be?"
Suddenly, a small scared voice squeaks out beside me. "Crystal?" the purple hair girl asks. "What is he talking about?"
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So, here's my idea: What if, as stated above, Crystal is a Waterling, but a first-generation one? Like, she was born from the tar and her 'parents' found her a raised her? Like, they didn't have any kids but really wanted one? And the witch, sensing the elemental power within her, wanted to use her power to raise the dragon King?!?!? And then maybe Ash can get kidnapped at some point or something....
(June 2, 2016 - 9:24 pm)
Oh, whoops. I meant the monster king. Sorry!
(June 3, 2016 - 7:00 am)
~Rena~
My heartbeat quickens. He knows. The boy I was just yelling at knows. Nobody is supposed to. But he has given me valuble information without knowing. Now I know the powers of the others.
Water trumps fire.
Fire trumps metal.
And I don't know specifically about the others. Hugo. The boy with tatoos. Those aren't of his choosing, I know that.
It's actually probably for the best I didn't try 'Mr. Fireling' into some sort of valuble metal. I smile wryly for a fleeting moment. It would have been nice. The smile slips from my face as 'Mr. Fireling' says, "I am the only Fireling in this city," he says, sounding like a drop of water that hit a hot pan, sputtering and hissing.
"In fact, right now, I am the only Fireling in this district. I know a Waterling when I see one. Fire and water don't mix. They don't mingle. They don't..." He stops, playing with the dagger from his belt.
"coincide." He staeps forward towards the 'Waterling'. "Which one will it be?"
"Crystal?" the purple hair girl squeaks. "What is he talking about?"
(June 3, 2016 - 8:14 am)
I LOVE YOUR IDEA, BALLETANDBOW.
Okay, and I have an addition to it: what if the witch that cursed Crystal used tar from the same tar puddle she was born from and that's the root of her evil spells (aside from when the water she's controlling touches her wings. That's why the evil spells occur, but the tar mark on her arm is what gives her the evil personality.) When she turns for good, the tar will basically cover her body and destroy any remnant of the old Crystal. (Okay, this all made sense in my head. It makes less sense when I'm trying to put it into writing.) I need to think of a name for her alter ego...
(June 3, 2016 - 5:27 pm)