[Poggio]

In this RP pick a fairy tale character from any culture or any story considered a fairy tale (peter pan, Alice in wonderland, etc) and create a character in a fantasy world off of it. The characters will join together to repel a force destroying the land known only as "ink". If touched by ink people become tainted

and mutate.

The Story:

Once upon a time in the prosperous kingdom of Wonderland, the royal family gave birth to one child, a son whom became known by the people as The Happy Prince. Upon their birth The Blue Fairy blessed the royal family’s household with one wish for each child.

Years passed and as the Happy Prince was about to come of age, he made the first wish. “I wish for my Kingdom to always be happy while I am king.” Unfortunately the beloved Happy prince was killed by consumption . It is unclear how the ink was born as his wife rose to power. But this is where our story begins.

The Nations

Wonderland: Once a prosperous port kingdom, it is now currently going through an economic crisis and is currently ruled by the Red Queen.

The White Kingdom: A mysterious kingdom established by and currently ruled by the Red Queen’s sister, the Snow Queen. It is located in the northern plains.

The Lost Kingdom: A kingdom overwhelmed by a forest and flowers and beset by a magical spell. It is unknown that the kingdom was created when two separate kingdoms had merged, the Kingdom of the Rose and the Kingdom of Lyngve.

Neverland: A small Island off the southwestern coast. Not much is known about the island.

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Rules

1. Follow all site rules as well as rules posted for this role play.
2. Poggio and Mirror Gardens are the moderators of this thread.
3. This is a Semi Lit role-play. This means that all role-players should be able to type at least a quarter of a page with 12 point font, single spaced, in a Word program. NO ONE LINERS.
4. Keep profanity to a minimum
5. Post your profiles in the ooc found here LINK
6. If you are unsure about anything regarding the thread please ask, if you are unsure regarding a character please ask that user instead of assuming an idea.
7. Please stay true to your chosen character. Does not have to be exact, but don’t get too obscure that we won’t recognize who the character is.
8. No godmodding. Warnings will be given out, but repeated offences will result in banishment of the thread.
9. Please be respectful to other roleplayers and at the very least skim other posts before posting to avoid confusion and try and keep ooc conversations out of the main thread and in the OOC..

Profile:

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[b]Character Basis:[/b] ( Mad Hatter, Cinderella etc. ) 
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[b]Age:[/b] 
[b]Personality:[/b] 
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Character []Profiles:

Dark Forbidden Love:

Character Basis: Mad Hatter, Rumpelstiltskin
Name: John Brubaker
Age: 24
Personality: He is a bit crazy and he rarely gives a straight answer preferring riddles and puzzles. He often talks to himself but gives a slightly cold shoulder to his companions. John is also blind but will often see how long it takes people to notice.
History: Raised a commoner with a flair for the dramatic, John had always hungered for something more. He often wandered far from home and once, quite by accident he stumbled and the world went dark. His blindness did not stop him from doing what he wanted though so he still learned the family trade. The people of his area pitied him for his lack of sight, so he left the area with only a cryptic puzzle to mark his passing. Now he is a wandering hat maker that occasionally dabbles in textile too, but if you want a piece from him you better know the world from a blind man’s point of view.
Appearance: (image pending)

User: DarkForbidden-Love
Character Basis: The Little Peasant, The Thief (From A Thief and His Master), Third Soldier (From The Devil and His Grandmother)
Name: Christopher Nightengale
Age: 50
Personality: Kind, unassuming, frail, cunning
History: Raised an assasin, Christopher felt no particular calling to the family proffesion. He ran away and fell in love with a Necromancer. In hopes of woeing the beautiful girl he learned the art of Necromancy himself but rarly called apon it prefering to use his fist or natural affinity for blood magic. The woman he fell in love with did not love him back and married another man. In a fit of rage Christopher killed both the woman and her husband, but later regretted his actions. He did not bring either back to life not wanting to repeat his actions and almost completly halted the use of his magiks. He spent his remaining years watching the world and the humans that dwelled within it becoming emotionally distant and physically unremarkable. His years gave him knowledge but took a toll on his body.
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User: DarkForbidden-Love
Character Basis: The Willful Child, The Princess( From Maid Maleen
Name: Annabella Desmond
Age: 19
Personality: Stuck up, snobbish, smart, huntress, hot headed, impulsive
History: Born of high nobility, Annabella was waited on hand and foot by her family's many servants. As per custom her family arranged for her to be married to a male heir of a wealthy family. Annabella was fine with this for a while and was easily molded into the ideal female for the male heir. On her wedding day; however, she found the man to be distastefull and ran away before the marriage could be consumated. At first she found life to be distastefull in the wild, but decided to hash it out. She still retains many of her personality traits from her time as a child of nobility despite being a free woman for several years.
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User: DarkForbidden-Love
Character Basis: The Mirror (Queen Grimhilde's mirror from Show White) and slightly the main character of Mary's Child, Snow-White (From Snow-White and Rose-Red)
Name: Audria
Age: Unclear for while she has an adults physic she has a child's mind
Personality: Truthful to a fault, childish innocence, silent and withdrawn
History: A child of the Lost Kingdom her history remains unknown to even her. She seems unable to speak anything but the truth and most refuses to talk for fear of angering people.
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Funkduder:

Character: Marshall T. Cook (Hook)
Basis: Captain Hook from Peter Pan
Personality: Blunt, witty, and insensitive. <-This will be a base, but you'll see it more in the actual RPing.
Bio:

From a world of mundane came Marshall T. Cook,
a sailor and adventurer in right.
Upon the Swift Wasp went Marshall T. Cook
to land Cap'n found in sight
Then one day, poor Marshall T. Cook
Was caught between cap'n and crew
And diving into the mist, good Marshall T. Cook
Found a strength that he never 'fore knew.
And from the mooring, came Marshall T. Cook
And lined his crew up on the hooks.

Therefore, now we call him, cap'n Marshall T. Hook
For the old cap'n now hangs there dead.
And to newer lands, came Marshall T. Hook,
From a land once known, "Neverland".

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Mirror Gardens:

The Red Queen:

User: Mirror Gardens
Character Basis: The Queen of Hearts
Name: Morgan(Titles: The Queen of Hearts, Morgan the Red, and The Red Queen)
Age: 24
Personality: Intelligent, Violent, Manipulative, Moody and Power Hungry. Morgan also thoroughly enjoys her secrets.
History: All that need be known to the public is that she is the Queen, a title that is rightfully her. Records of her origins have been locked away into the archives never to be seen again. Morgan rose to true power when her husband, the King of Hearts, passed away. Since her ascension to the throne at the tender age of 15, Morgan has ruled Wonderland with bloody hand. Rebels who would question her crown quickly met with the axe, earning her the title of Morgan the Red. As she aged the title became the more formal ‘Red Queen’ that most know her by presently. When and how she came across the power of the Ink is unknown.
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Little Red:

User: Mirror Gardens
Character Basis: Little Red Riding Hood
Name: Red
Age: 18
Personality: Serious, quiet and quite often unsympathetic.
History: Red is a freelance rogue who will take on almost any job so long as the price is right. With unknown origins Red travels the nations with her faithful companion Sasha, a small white wolf plushie that can change into a large white wolf (his true form) when summoned, searching for jobs.
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Poggio:

User:Poggio
Character Basis: The Beast
Name: Prince Sebastian
Age: 21
Personality: Sebastian is a selfish brat of a prince at the time of his coronation. Five years of wondering aimlessly with in the forest might have changed him.

History: Sebastian was raised a spoiled prince to the kingdom of Lyngve. Upon his 16th Birthday, he was given a Bride. However Sebastian childishly refused his responsibilities. Seeing this the Blue Fairy decided to punish Sebastian by cursing him and his kingdom. His people soon became malformed creatures that reflected their true nature. Some became goblins opting to defected to the Snow Queens kingdom, others became fairies and sprites that now inhabit the Lost Forest.

Sebastian was also cursed to be come a beast by the blue fairy, however the spell would be broken upon finding his true love or humility which ever came first. Sebastian’s time as a beast switches with the moon, some times he is beast only at night others it is all hours of the day.

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Updates and what not:

The thread is officially open for posting.

[DarkForbidden-Love]

John listened to the gerneral clamor of the town square. He frowned, it sounded like once again no one would be able to solve his riddle and recieve a hat or cloak. It was disapointed, but not altogether unexpected as very few could pay the price he demanded. He requested not gold or coin but an answer to a riddle he spoke. A little tibit of what the world outside appeared to be was also a good bargaining chip. John, deciding he had wasted enough time, carefully extended his walking stick forward to feel if anything would hinder his path.

Christopher hobbled up to an inn. He had hardly traveled far, but what better way to get a free night's lodging then pretend to be weary? It was not as though he had nothing to pay them with, it was simply that they demanded curreny which he did not have in his possesion. His gift to tonight's innkeeper would be good fortune or maybe a protection amulet.

Annabel scanned the crowd, dispasivly. She had already sold today's extra meat and now she was looking for someone easy to rob. Normally she would not resort to such efforts as they were beneather her, but lately game was scarce and bread and herbs were costly. Spying what appeared to be a wealthy man struggling she helped him...and lifted his purse. Annabel tested the weight of the purse and grinned, she would be able to afford a little treat tonight.

Audria had a soft grin on her face as she rocked a child to sleep. "Sleep, little one, slip into oblivion, the witch can't get you while you sleep~" She trilled quite off tune. THe baby did not care as it dropped off to sleep and Audria gently placed it in its crib. "Who's next?" She asked the orphange keeper. She was working here with people who understood her, the children did not judge and treated her as one of their own.

[Funkduder]

What month had it bee since we've had last seen land? January? Perhaps March, but all months seemed the same at sea.

Marshall walked off the ship silently, and was reported, by the nearest dock attendant, of a docking fee. It was late and he seemed like the only one left to tend the dock.
"Of course, good lad. Say... You look like you're fit for better work than this. Come with me, and I can assure that your pockets become stretched with the weight of gold." The eager eyes of the poor lad, gave him away as a greedy or desperate one. Perfect for getting a nice...disappearance.
He walked the man onto the ship, knowing that once the crew took care of him, he would be receiving his docking fees back at a 100% refund.
"Talk to Shmee; he'll get you straightened out. Shmee!" he called. "Give him the usual treatment."
Walking back to the dock he collected a heavy bag of coins. Checking inside, they were minted with an unfamiliar face, but he ignored it as he walked into the inn to spend his newly acquired funds.

Aha! Nothing like a drink after a night of hard work...

[Mirror Gardens]

The small man twitched nervously. He could feel the blood rushing to his face as he waited. Cold droplets of sweat ran from his receding hairline, down the sides of his sun-baked complexion. His strong hands, roughed by years of hard labor, wrung his cap like a frightened child as he stared up at the throne. A throne he had known his entire life. Forged from the finest gold and embellished with the rarest jewels of all of Wonderland, it was a symbol of strength and power. Decades of appearing before it to seek audience with royal family in regards to his yearly crops. But never in all his fifty-seven years of life, did he feel the cold dread he did now as he kneeled before that beautiful throne and its inhabitant. Upon the thrown sat the most captivating, yet terrifying creature he had ever laid eyes on. A woman, not even half his age yet, with long black hair that could be compared to only the finest silks. Her skin shone like alabaster in the dim light that filtered in threw the large tracery windows that lined the throne room, illuminating the deceitfully delicate features of her face. She did not wear anything extravagant, as she would when appearing in the public outside the castle, but instead wore a simple white dress that very well could have been a sleeping gown. Still her mere presence sent shivers of terror down his spine.
Her stillness as she read the report he had brought seemed to cause time to slow dramatically. What could only have been mere minutes, seemed like hours before the Queen finally moved. It was a small movement, but he nearly jumped out of his skin as she shifted her eyes from the parchment to his face. The fields had suffered from the heat and he knew his numbers we below what they should have been for the year. His hands stilled their wringing of the hat and gulped as he waited for her to say something. It seemed like another hour before she finally spoke. A mouth curved slightly in a way that should have made his nerves fade away as he stared at that breath-taking smile. But he knew better.
“This is highly disappointing Robinson. Given the extra water supplied to your fields from the kingdom reserves, we had expected something more than this.” She let the report fall from her hand and flutter to the floor. The kind smile still graced her mouth, but there was no kindness in her cold black eyes. “One might think you were stealing water—“
“No! Your Majesty I beg of you! It was the heat! I would ne--“ Robinson did not finish before a hard boot kicked him between his shoulder blades, sending him crashing to the ground. He could hear the distinct metallic sound of a sword being pulled from its sheath.
“That is enough. Let him up.” He was pulled roughly to his feet, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and tears blurring his vision. “Now Jude, we understand that times have been rough on you. First loosing your wife and youngest in that horrible fire. And then your eldest, who was a strong and loyal soldier, dieing suddenly from illness. But we are afraid that even those troubling times cannot excuse your abuse of the kingdom’s resources.” Jude trembled at the memories of his beloved family. “You will be fined for the water you have wasted, and your taxes doubled until they are paid off in full.” The tears finally broke free and dripped in an undignified manner down his face.
Morgan watched concealed amusement as the old man broke down in front of her. But soon enough his tears grew boring and made a small motion of her hand, signaling for the guards to take him from her sight. Once he was gone, her eyes drifted to windows and rested her chin on the palm of her hand as she waited in boredom for her next appointment.

[Poggio]

The Alley way was brighter then the young prince could image. He had no idea what time it was but his stomach told him it must have been time for some habitual food gathering. Noon sounded about right. He gathered himself up sliding against the wall to support himself as he stood. Brown eyes drifted towards the end of the alley were he slept. None of the passerbyers would believe he was nothing more then a dirty and poorly shrouded homeless person, another crazy in eyes of the strange wonderlanders. His eyes picked out a young ravenhaired girl in the crowd. She had just moved away from a wealthy man and was moving to make her escape. As a prince he could not believe he was resorting to such desperate measures, but as a man he needed decent clothing and food. Swimming through the crowds he got close to the girl before completely bum rushing her knocking her over and instinctively grabbing the purse with her teeth. It didnt take him long to remember he was a man and not an animal. Quickly he wove through the crowds with the money making his escape.
He woke with a sharp breath.


Peeling his face away from the burgundy stained ledger, red eyes scanned the room blinking in confusion. He didn't remember allowing the morning to rise.. Morning. Lapin jumped from his desk in a start knocking his wicker chair. Scrambling about the room he managed to hop into a bath, clothe himself in a timely manner. The court had already begin and he was not there. Weaving through the halls volting past the maids he made his way to the court room. He paused outside the grand double doors to catch his breath. He pushed his way into the room discretely standing in his spot near the throne with out being obtrusive to the proceedings.

[DarkForbidden-Love]

John had almost made it back to his nights lodging when he heard it. There was a clamor sounding suspiciously like a fight. Four men, if his ears led him right, three of which were heavy on their feet and armed. The odd one out was only identifiable by his coughing and heavy breathing. John gave a sigh, why did some humans have to be so difficult. “Hear me, beasts of the sea,” for the heavy footed men where sea men, “Release the land tender, he has not the treasures you seek, only fruits of the mind and hands of the land.” There was silence and John was quite lost on what was happening before he heard the steady thudding of feet against cobblestone heading towards him.

Annabel was a little shocked to see a lion, a lion of all things, steal the money purse she had just lifted. That did not stop her from attempting to chase it though, just because it was an animal did not mean it was getting away with theft. She ignored the voice in her head commenting about how it was not theft from her but the man who the money purse originally belonged to.
(This isn't all of it but I've been busy. I'll get it up ASAP)