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    OOC: Uuh I don't if this RP is still open, but if it is I would love to join! I love the idea.


    Name: Jinx Tzila
    Gender: Female
    Age: Looks approx. 17 but is actually 315
    Species (You can be a human!): Immortal (Goddess?)
    Crush: Develop in IC!(maybeh)
    B/GF: Develop in IC(also maybeh)
    Personality:(Opt.) Jinx has a peculiar personality, to say the least. She's blunt, to honest for her own good, and extremely socially awkward, three things that obviously don't make for a very promising personality. However, despite her social failings, she has a generalyl kind and light hearted nature. She loves to talk, laugh, and meet new people. Most of the time at least. But if you catch her in one of her 'moods', it best to keep your distance. When this happens its like something snaps inside her, and everyone and everything is her enemy. She's deadly beyond belief, and becomes borderline insane. These episodes are rare, and are only triggered by intense or uncomfortable situations. The only way to calm her down is to wait it out, or put her near someone she cares about
    History:(Opt.) Jinx was born and raised in a small town in Russia, by a parents that loved her. Life was all around pretty good and normal for her until she had her sixteenth birthday. On her birthday she received a small letter, telling her that she wasn't truly human, and that she had been sent away to live with the people she had always known as parents to keep her safe. Being raised in fairly normal surroundings had kept her powers and true nature hidden, even from herself. But once she found these things out there was no hiding them anymore. It was like something had fixed itself inside her, and she was finally herself. She found that she could change her appearance at will, right down the structure of her bones and the color of her eyes. She also realized that she could manipulate shadows into solid objects.
    Picture: [img width=370 height=510]http://24.media.tumblr.com/bef…h5e3f1yB1sehiqto1_500.jpg[/img]


    Name: Daella (Day-ell-ah) Innova
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    Looks:
    Personality: Daella is normally pretty reserved and cold. She has only a few friends, and those that want to become her friend have to work hard for it. She doesn't trust easily, but if you can get her to warm up to you, then you've got a loyal friend for life. She's manipulative, clever, and crude, so snappy and rude remarks from her are kind of expected by most.
    Blood: Pureblood
    Ability or power(Werewolf,metamorphagus,animigmus ect): Metamorphmagus, Raven Patronus, Slytherin Quidditch Chaser, top student.
    Good or bad: Neutral. She'll fight or support whatever side she believes in at the time.
    House: Slytherin
    Favorite classes: All of them.
    Crush: Open
    Other: Dumbledore

    OOC: Thank you for accepting me! -hands you panda-


    IC: Daella stood at the entrance to the Hogwarts Express, trying to get out of yet another hug from her over-protective mom. "I'm going to be fine, Mother, it's not like this is the first time I've gone." Before her mother could reply, Daella picked up her bag and stepped into the train. Sighing with relief when she finally got away from the suffocating embraces she'd been forced to deal with the entire morning, she headed for the Slytherin part of the train in search of an empty compartment.

    Daella peered into each of the compartments that she passed, slowly growing aggravated when she saw that almost all of them were completely filled up. This never would have happened if mother had just let me go... she thought with a sigh of annoyance. Starting to give up her search, she looked into to one more compartment, and instantly brightened. The only person in it had some kind of wire sticking out of his ears, so she was a bit wary as she had never seen anything like it, but she was running out of options. So she stepped forward and slid the door open silently, hoping he wouldn't have any objections to her presence. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked in a detached tone of voice.

    "Thank you," Daella said briskly as she walked into the compartment, slid her trunk onto the rack above the seats, and sat down on the empty seat across from him. "I'm Daella Innova. What's your name?" she asked him in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, her dark grey eyes intense and scrutinizing.

    Daella's eye darted almost instantly towards the strange wires when he reached up and removed them from his ears, but her gaze lingered only long enough to make sure they weren't going to harm her before they flickered back towards his face. She'd been raised to act with caution towards anything unknown, and that particular item was most definitely unknown to her. "What is that?" she asked sharply, indicating whatever was in his hand and completely ignoring his 'nice to meet you', and introduction.


    Name: "My names Thalia Jinx, but I'd prefer it if you called me Jinx."
    Age: "I'm eighteen."
    Gender: "I really hope you can tell from the picture..."
    Appearance: "Look above."
    Personality: "I doubt that you really want to know, but I'll tell you anyways. I like to think that I'm a generally fun person to be around. I laugh a lot, smile a lot, and I love to have fun. I obviously have my off days just like everyone else, where I'm rude and snappy, but you're more likely to find me in a good mood than a bad one. I'm a lot smarter than people think I am, but I like to keep that to myself. Being my clever, calculating self has only got me into bad situations, so I find it safer to play the dumb, glitzy teenager.
    Career: "I aspire to be either and archaeologist, or cardiac surgeon. I'm taking part-time college classes for both right now, but its still kind of a toss up. Oh, and I work at this unbelievable 'Castle' place as a maid to help pay for my classes.
    Relationship status: "I'm single right now, but I suppose I wouldn't be against a romantic relationship if the individual interested me."
    History: "I grew up in a fairly normal setting, in a insignificant town in Russia. I have loving parents, an annoying little brother, and a fluffy little dog named Scotch. My family isn't rich, but its not poor either. When my dad was offered a promotion we moved to America, somewhere around my sixteenth birthday. I lived with them until I moved away for college, and started my job at The Castle."
    Other: "I love sweets. In fact, I'm kind of addicted to them."

    OOC: Thanks for accepting me!


    Thalia looked up instinctively when she heard the bell signaling for each of the staff to go and get there guests food from the kitchen, and let out a long sigh as she stood up from the chair she had been sitting in. Of course dinner would be ready the second she sat down for her first break all day. I don't know why I expect anything else, she thought to herself as she made her way to the kitchen below.


    She'd been working at the esteemed Castle for a few months now, so the ridiculous schedule wasn't anything new to her, but it still didn't mean she liked it. The amount of walking she did everyday should have been illegal, but of course it wasn't, and of course she could afford to lose this job.


    As she made her way downstairs, Thalia heard a blood curdling scream from one of the rooms she was passing. It didn't take her long to figure out which room it was coming from, and when she found it instinct took over at the sight of one of her co-workers falling. She darted forward quickly, her arms outstretched, and hoped that she could catch her without falling over herself.

    Thalia winced when she saw Lindsey fall, almost as if she could feel the pain too just by witnessing it. "Are you okay?" she asked her gently in the thick Russian accent she had yet to be rid of, holding out a hand to help her up. "I could help you clean this up, if you'd like. It would get done faster that way, and you wouldn't have to get in trouble with your master," she suggested in a kind voice, a small smile on her face.

    After Thalia finished helping the injured maid, she headed for the doorway. "I'd get that cut bandaged up soon or it'll get infected," she said over her shoulder, a parting smile on her face as she headed, once more, for the kitchens.
    I'm so screwed, she thought with a frown, My assigned guest was expecting their dinner a half hour ago. Letting out another one of her long sighs, she quickened her pace to a jog, hoping none of the guests would witness 'her act of indecency'. She'd been caught running through one of the halls in a hurry to get to her master, and the outcome had not been pleasant. So she made her way there quickly, carefully, and most importantly, quietly.
    When she finally reached the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a tremendous amount of relief. If she could just grab the dinner and get it to the guest within a few minutes time, she could try and play it off as if the dinner hadn't been ready yet when she'd first arrived. She'd still be reprimanded, but if luck was on her side today, which so far it wasn't, the discipline wouldn't be to harsh.
    "Is there still some soup left?" She asked the chef in a slightly breathless voice, having run half the way there.

    Thalia took the bowl and gave the cook a grateful smile, but just as she turned to leave another man, a butler by the looks of it, bursted in, looking rather murderous. When he made a grab for a knife, she couldn't help but jump back a little in fear. With an expression filled with such acute hate, and a brightly gleaming knife in hand, the newly arrived did not present a very reassuring picture.
    I should probably do something, she thought to herself, her mind working frantically to try and find a solution to their current predicament. But before she could attempt to use any of these ideas, she saw the cook intervene.
    Well then, she thought, a look of appreciation on her face, he took care of that rather effectively.
    "What's wrong?" She finally asked the enraged looking butler, her voice returning to her now that the deadly sharp knife wasn't in the hands of an infuriated individual.
    "Did your guest spill the soup on you?" She inquired, taking in his drenched clothes.


    OOC: @And I Should Care Because? Sooo this is completely random, and its gonna sound kinda creepy, but bear with me. I saw this GIF while web surfing, and it reminded me of your display name. I promise I'm not some creeper! ._.

    Thalia felt her eyes widen when he shouted, but she quickly tamed her shocked expression. She didn't know any of the workers in there, as the staff was so expansive, but she couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. Sure the rude comments and unsatisfied guests were part of working here, and she'd had her fair share of those encounters, but it seemed as though this person was getting the worst of it.
    When the boys rant died down, and the chef walked over, she looked up at him with a carefully blank expression as he explained to her the reason why the situation had gotten to the other man so intensely. It was difficult for her to maintain the neutral expression during such a sad story, but she made sure she did, so as not to upset the butler again.
    "Well he shouldn't listen to such a nasty man," Thalia began in a hushed voice,"he should know not to take anything those horrible guests say to heart."
    Straightening her shoulders, she walked past the cook and came to a stop above the crying boy.
    "Ignore it. You have a right to be angry, but you can't just start falling apart. If you do, that deplorable man wins. Anyways, he might just be next on this mystery killers new list. Just you wait, one of these days you'll have your revenge, despite how indirect it will be." When she said the last bit, her voice took on a giddy edge, as if the idea of another one of the guests made her... happy. Hoping no one noticed this slightly sadistic desire of hers, she quickly removed the growing smile from her face and replaced it with a somber look.

    OOC: Awww, I don't know who you are, but you should join! More people is always more fun! Anyways, I'm sure you're a great RPer!

    P.S. sorry to butt in(hehe butt...) ... =^.^=

    IC: Thalia took his sharp attitude in stride, and remained completely unfazed by his abruptness. Everyone had their moments, and she'd learned that nine times out of ten, the things people say when they're having one of these ordeals were spoken in anger, and not with truth.
    At this point, she realized there was really no gain in her bringing the soup to her master, and decided she'd just have to take the full repercussions later. So she turned away from the boy on the floor and took up a seat on another section of the counter.
    "Is there any point in trying to reason with him?" she asked the other boy, which she had now figured out was his brother. "Or is this something he kind of just has to ride out?" she said these last few words slowly as she tried to tame her thickening accent. Her few years in America had taught her that the more she talked, the worse her accent got, and the less people could understand her.
    After she finished talking, her gaze shifted back over to he guy on the floor, and she couldn't help but feel a little pity. I'm sure it would only anger him more to know that she felt bad for him, but it just kind of bummed her out to see someone in so much distress over a sh*tty guest.

    Thalia looked around in confusion when the lights flickered then went out completely, her eyes darting around frantically to see if anyone else knew what was going on. Then the intercom came on and her stomach dropped what felt like twenty feet as the sound of the gravelly voice seemed to echo around her.
    Her eyes widened to what felt like the size of dinner plates, and her blood felt as if it had turned to ice. She tried to speak, tried to say something, anything at all, but her voice had deserted her. Were the employees in danger too? Or were the targets the guests and the guests alone? She wanted to believe that was how it would work out, as horrible as that is, but no matter how much she tried to convince herself that was the case, she knew it wasn't. A killer was a killer, and even if they had preferences, once the main targets ran out, they would start looking for new ones.
    When the voice quit talking, she let out a long breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. A nervous laugh escaped her, and she instantly clapped a hand over her mouth. Maybe it was all a joke, she though hopefully. Maybe it was just one of the horrible guests playing a trick on us, she tried to convince herself.
    She tried to think logically, tried to reason with her currently hysterical thoughts, and as she did so she instantly felt herself calm down. Logic allowed her to breath normally again, it allowed her to see things rationally. All she had to do was think things out... right? Would logic really do her any good in this situation? No, a tiny voice whispered in the back of her head. Her instinctive reaction was to ignore this voice, to argue with it, but something stopped her. Something inside her told her that fighting with it would be pointless, that in the end she would just be fighting with herself and that it would get her no where. So she forced herself to relax, find her voice, and say into the darkness,"What do we do now?"


    OOC: My friend said he'd be willing to make a male character!

    Hey guys! This is Veru and Grotesque Romance, we both have new characters that will be in this roleplay! So, it's a Creepypasta form and feel free to make your own character or snitch an original pasta for your own use. The rules are to use correct punctuation and grammar as much as possible and no killing without permission. Other than that, have fun! Please promote the RP if you can, but there is no need to feel obligated to. Here are the characters so far and their thumbnail descriptions:


    Girls:


    Stitches: A 19 year old, manipulative, seductive individual with a unique, deadly beauty. With porcelain pale skin, long blonde hair, and wide, vivid blue eyes, she gives off an air of innocence that is no where near her real personality. Her signature move is to sew shut the mouths of those she kills.


    Gallow: A flirtatious, mocking, cunning, lithe (but busty somehow), gothic, bisexual 20 year-old with light turquoise hair, 3-inch long turquoise and red nails as her weapon and crimson tattoos winding up her entire body. Her signature thing to do is hang people by their entrails, hence her name. Veru plays this character. Not to mention she is single. ;)



    Guys:


    Other


    So, those are the characters, but here is the code for the form!:
    Code: [Select]
    Name:
    Gender:
    Age:
    Description:
    Personality:
    Weapon of Choice:
    Dating/Family:
    Thumbnail Description:
    (optional things)
    Suggestions:
    Your Nickname:
    Questions:
    Other:


    Veru's Character:


    Name: Maura/Gallow
    Gender:Female
    Age:20
    Description: Gallow has choppy, light turquoise hair and dull, unusually wide, stormy red eyes. There are red stripes all the way up her body that wrap around her neck to end at the edges of her eyes. She has greyish skin. She has all canine teeth and a forked teal tongue. She wears a gothic dress and a spiked necklace and gothic platform shoes.
    Personality: Gallow can be a drama queen and loves to mock people. She is a flirtatious bi and will kill to get the little things she wants.
    Weapon of Choice: Her teal and red striped nails, which are three inches long. Her signature thing is to hang people by their entrails.
    Dating/Family: No family, no idea where she came from, has always been single, she can't stay committed for long. She is also undead.
    Thumbnail Description: Already mentioned above.
    (optional things)
    Suggestions: Nope
    Your Nickname: Veru
    Questions: none
    Other: Hai~


    \\Name: Daella(Human name)/Stitches


    Gender: Female
    Age: 19
    Description: Daella has abnormaly pale, porcelain like skin that, at first glance, appears to be completely flawless. However, if one takes the time to really look at her they'll begin to see the thin, inky black stitches that connect each of her limbs to the main part of her body. She has white-blonde hair that falls to the small of her back in thick, airy waves. Her eyes are easliy the most vibrant shade of blue you'll ever see, and uncommonly wide, giving her face a false sense of innocence. All of her features are delicate, and her petite body type makes her look frail, almost breakable. Her outfits consists mostly of the frilly, lacy dresses you see on dolls, ballet flats, and large hair bows.
    Weapon of Choice: A giant sewing needle that she carries with her almost everywhere. Her signature thing is to sew shut the mouths of the people she kills. She is also inhumanly flexible, which might not seem like a dangerous trait, but she uses it as one.
    Personality: Stitches is unstable, hysterical, and just overall insane. She laughs nearly all the time, and says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. She's known for her flirtatious attitude, and her manipulative nature. When people first meet her, they find her charming, innocent, and sweet, but it doesn't take them long to realize that she's actually a clever, cunning, and deceitful individual.
    Family and Dating: Family is long since dead. She's open to dating, but its been awhile since she's found someone that can live long enough to make it to a romantic relationship with her.
    Other: Did I mention she's like a living, walking doll?



    Don't forget to give a huge thank you to the awesome RPer,~VeKesKolAru~, for making this amazing thread! I don't even know her very well yet, but I loooove her! She's so cool!