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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)
@ Leafmist
Oops! Sorry!
/-\ Ash
Waiting. I hate waiting. Waiting for my father. Waiting for my mother. When I left home I swore I would never wait again. No such luck. We're waiting here now, my rooftop home, with Jasmine sleeping peacefully on the blob of threadbare blankets that serve as my bed. Hugo, Crystal, Dusk, and Rena are crowding around her, trying to see if they can wake her. Crystal is crying quietly.
Dusk pushes past the others, and comes over to me. Glancing up at the sky he says: "It's nice up here."
It's true. In the five hours that have passed since our little night trip, the sky has lighted into the shades of the sunrise, but the stars are still visible. "It is."
"Are you ok?" Dusk asks me, looking me straight in the eye. "It's been a long, long time since you've passed out like that."
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Because you look kind of-"
"I'm FINE," I insist.
"No he's not," a voice says softly.
All of us turn and stare at Jasmine, who is now awake and sitting up on my bed. "His aura is weak. Almost... Cold."
Dusk whips back to face me. "Cold? Ash, that shouldn't be possible-"
"I AM FINE!" I shout, but even as I speak I can feel a wave of chill air roll down me. "Oh no..." I gasp.
Then, I'm falling. Dusk is shouting as he catches me, and dragging me over to my bed where Jasmine scoots over to make room for me, but I can't hear. All my senses are overwhelmed with one thing: Cold.
(June 6, 2016 - 9:41 pm)
Rena~
The fire boy. Falling. I know I'm screaming, but I don't know why.
Hugo faces me, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Rena," He says quietly. Abruptly, my scream stops. "Rena, are you alright?" He asks. My breathing slows. I must get back to Charn.
"I ..."
"Are you alright?"
I clutch myself. "I have to go. I'll ..." The punishments he'll dream up for me. Hugo looks at me, worry in his eyes.
I wrench myself away from him, running. "Rena!" the others are calling me too.
No. I can't attach myself to them. They'll die.
Like Mother and Father.
But they wern't real.
I look at my gloved hands. The destruction they can reap. The tears I'll weep.
(June 7, 2016 - 1:05 pm)
I'm confused. I think I said that Jasmine/Eclipse flew away...... Maybe she crash landed or something?
(June 7, 2016 - 4:34 pm)
I was using at she crashed or was too badly hurt for Eclipse to stay in control or something..... Basically Eclipse is gone. For now.
(June 7, 2016 - 5:16 pm)
Ok, cool!
(June 8, 2016 - 8:31 am)
I HAD AN AWESOME IDEA!!!! What if Charn was the monster king?!
Rena~
They are all too worried about Jen and the fireling to care about me too much. I run, running, running ... the pool.
I glare at it, blaming at it for all the misery I have dreaded before passing through it. I take a deep breath and step in.
I awaken in the shadows, little tounges of fire dancing around me. "You're late." His cold voice snaps.
I smile, knowing he cannot see my face in the shadows. "That's because I have found valuable information."
"What?" He asks, clearly interested. "There are more like me. A wind boy, a fireling, a girl who is controled by a spirit ..."
"So ..." he says. "So ... my old followers have found me." I raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me, sir?"
"None of your buisness, girl," he hisses. "Leave me in peace."
(June 8, 2016 - 4:22 pm)
That's a cool idea! I'm all for Charn being the monster king. Sorry that I haven't been posting. Cho, I'm really sorry if I get anything wrong.
Hugo~
"Rena!" I call as she slides out of my grip. She's running now; I have to follow her. There's something different about her, and it's not just because she has an aura. I need to know why she keeps her hands covered up, like I do. I need to know who Charn is. There's only one way to do that. I have to see her again. "Rena! Stop!"
She ceases to run when she comes to what looks like a pool. I hang back in the shadows, able to see her without her noticing me. She steps into the pool and disappears. "Rena?" I call. No one answers. Cautiously, I creep toward the water, wondering where she could've gone. When I dip a finger in, it doesn't seem harmful in any way. So, before I can lose the nerve, I take a deep breath and step in.
"There are more like me. A wind boy, a fireling, a girl who is controled by a spirit ..." I hear Rena say when I sit up. Little tongues of fire let off just enough light to let me know where she is, so I can back away.
"So ..." a man says. "So ... my old followers have found me." His voice sends shivers down my spine, and for a moment, I can't move. Then, a little common sense returns to my head and I tap the tattoo of a spider that's behind my left ear.
"Excuse me, sir?" Rena says. As a spider, I can't exactly hear. It's more like I can sense vibrations. "None of your business, girl," the man hisses. "Leave me in peace." What does he mean, followers? I think. And Rena mentioned all of the rest of the group, all of them except -- except me. And Crystal, I guess. I scuttle closer to the man, but my mind is getting fuzzier and it's hard to hear what they are saying. I feel the sudden urge to build a web, and an odd craving for flies. Snap out of it, Hugo. I tell myself. My worst fear is getting stuck in the form of a tattoo, which is why I don't use my power very often. If I let it take over, I might never return to being a regular human being. Or, as regular as I can get.
The thoughts of a spider swarm my brain, giving me a massive headache. Get... control... now... I think. But it's too much. I can't keep at it; after all, I barely have any practice using my power.
The next thing I know, I'm sprawled out in human form at the feet of the man with the creepy voice. He laughs, a cold, heartless sound, and says, "Well, well, Rena. I see you have brought one straight to me."
(June 8, 2016 - 8:24 pm)
IDEA!!!!!!
What if that same evil witch who enchanted Crystal... IS ATTACKING ASH!!! Like, draining his powers!!! And maybe she's like tracking him, and closing in, and THEY HAVE TO FIGHT HER OFF!!!! And then they go on a quest to find whoever is tattooing Hugo, and see if they can find someone who can help Jasmine!!! And then they run into Rena, and help her to get rid of Charn!!!!
(June 8, 2016 - 9:15 pm)
THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!!!!
@Bluebird, THAT WAS AWESOME!!!! Awesome suspense!
Rena~
"Well, well, Rena. I see you have brought one right to me." Charn says. My heart freezes. One of them did follow me. I whip around. Hugo. The only one who was really kind to me.
I can't say anything kind to him. Charn will punish me. "Which one is this?" Charn asks in his snake-like voice. "Th-the boy with the tattoos." I say, barely managing to choke it out. Hugo looks up at me, something in-between fear and despair? No, he's confused to how, or why I'm wih Charn.
I mouth to him, I'm sorry.
"Rena, leave." Charn commands. I start walking out, but instead of leaving fully, I press myself up against the wall.
"Who are you, boy?" Charn asks, his voice icy cold.
"Hugo." Hugo says in a bold tone.
I hear a loud, sharp sound, like someone snapping. A bright light flashes in the room, but I can't see anything. I scurry away from my hiding spot to my room.
More like my prison.
(June 9, 2016 - 8:33 am)
Cobalt~
"Are you ok?" I shudder slightly, thinking of just how much I sound like my 15-year-old self, bending over Ash when he had set the Grevinth Glade on fire as he told me, his eyes glistening from under a layer of black hair, "I'm running away." Something had changed in him that year. The year before I, too, ran away. Now, Ash assures me that he's fine, but he isn't. Why do I feel such a brotherly instinct for a neighborhood boy who used to poke his head over the fence once in a while? Maybe because he was the closest thing to a friend that I ever had. Was. I can't believe that I'd forgotten about him.
"Ash? ASH?" Next to me, he gasps, slipping down the side of the shingled roof (Rose bud blabs: they're on a roof top, right? ) I catch him, pulling on his arms while his feet dangle in midair. Around us, the crickets and frogs burst into the refrain of their never-ending song. It almost sounds like they are warning us.
"You don't know what you're getting into. You don't know what you're getting into. You don't. You don't. You can't."
Ash's eyes are closed. Looking quickly over at the remaining two girls, who aren't paying attention, I take a deep breath. I whisper the words that North Wind taught me when I was shivering in my miserable bed under a subdued, slanting roof. She had called it the wind lullaby (this was when I was 6, mind you), but I had used it since when I was stuck outside during a snowstorm. Nobody hears as I murmer the words, not trying to sing. As I finish, a sudden gust of warm air blows past, settling down on Ash and me. His cheeks return to the normal fiery red. His eyes remain closed. The girl looks over, brushing her strawberry blonde hair out of her face.
"Look after these two," I say, gesturing towards the unconscious dark-haired girl and Ash. Without another word, I slip off the rooftop, my hands and feet finding niches, and steal into the night.
I shouldn't have gotten involved at all.
(June 9, 2016 - 9:09 pm)
@Cho-
What was the bright light? Sorry, I'm just wondering what you had in mind before I post. Also, if there's anything I need to know about Charn, can you tell me? Thanks!
(June 10, 2016 - 9:25 pm)
*smiles wryly*
Fire. And since I haven't made up much about him, anyone can make anything about him up, as long as they make sure that it agrees with everyone else's.
(June 11, 2016 - 7:54 am)
Hey guys, I'm SO SORRY I haven't posted lately. Life has been busy. I will work on the post when I get a chance.
(June 11, 2016 - 8:45 am)
(June 12, 2016 - 2:30 pm)
Rena ~
I'm in my room, pacing when Hugo pops up in the middle of the floor, on his knees. "Hugo!" I scream. He's alive. Thank the gods. His tattoos are gone, black smudges in their place. I want to kneel down next to him and take his head into my lap, but I'm afraid that's too intimate of a gesture.
"Oh, Hugo, what have I done?" I whisper hoarsely. He looks up at me. He opens his mouth but seems unable to speak. "I'm sorry." I wail, tears coming to my eyes.
"I had no choice! He-he would have done terrible things to me." I say, my voice dropping to a whisper. Hugo looks faint. Suddenly, he kind of sways, falling to the ground, hitting his head hard. "Hugo!" I scream again.
Oh, what have I done? One of the girls appears at the door, sprawled on her stomach. Her hands are bleeding as she slowly pulls her self up a bit, just enough to sit up.
Her eyes dart around the room, landing on Hugo. Her mouth opens in a soundless scream. And I can only watch. Frozen with fear and horror. She slowly crawls over to Hugo, then appears to sleep not far from him.
She sits up, growling,. "What. Have. You. Done???"
"Nothing." I whimper. "He followed me, and you, too! If you had just stayed put …" My voice stops, swallowed up by the sobs that are now racking my body.
(June 13, 2016 - 1:59 pm)