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  • The Big Book of Fairy Tales

    [color=white].:Name:.
    Anthony Redd
    .:Age:.
    25
    .:Who are you:.
    Grandson of Little Red Riding Hood
    .:Background:.
    Anthony heard stories of his grandmother for years, always being warned of traveling off into the woods alone. He was taught to always be suspect of others, and always believe that others have bad intentions. This led Tony to grow up being very skeptical of simple acts of kindness by others, always carry a weapon, and always be ready to fight back. Due to his family's interest in hunting, he knows how to handle a gun as well as how to gut and serve most game. Although it was surprising that he didn't stick to the family business of logging, it wasn't much of a surprise when he became a prosecutor, ready to condemn any suspected criminals to their doom. Even if they were innocent. He enjoys squaring off in court, but if there's one thing he's learnt it's to never trust a wolf.
    .:Relationship:.
    None/Open
    .:Looks:.

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    [font=georgia][color=white].:Name:.
    Alexandra Anderson
    .:Age:.
    22
    .:Who are you:.
    Granddaughter of Rapunzel
    .:Background:.
    Although Alexandra had her Grandmother's restoring powers locked away in her hair as well as her mother, her parents cut her hair when she was very young. Not wanting anyone to take advantage of the strange properties their hair held. To their misfortune, it couldn't stop a kidnapper from whisking her away one day after school and holding her for ransom, although the kidnapper never knew of the magical property of her tears. The ransom was high, yet her parents worked hard to supply it. Becoming terrified of what else lurked in search of taking away their daughter, her parents kept a tight leash on her. Early cerfews, little to no traveling, constant surveillance. Her parents kept her trapped in the small town. Her only escape was the small job she managed to snag at the local library. Work the front desk, re-shelve the books. Look after the children in arts and crafts. It may be little, but she loves the time she spends there, and although her parents don't know she started taking online college courses in order to become a nurse, hoping she could one day escape the control of her parents and actual go out and help others.
    .:Relationship:.
    None/Open
    .:Looks:.

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    [font=georgia]OOC: Sorry this is super rushed.

  • The Big Book of Fairy Tales

    Anthony grumbled as he walked briskly along the sidewalk, his dark brown eyes often scanning along the edge of the forest every other time he heard a noise. Adjusting his coat, his pace increased, careful not to spill the tray of two coffees he held in one had, while his other constantly moved to his pocket, ready to pulled out some pepper spray at a moments notice. It was late nights like these that pissed him off. He shouldn't be in this town working for peanuts as some intern like assistant. He had received job offers in big cities, each ome would make him far more money then what he was making now. But for some strange reason, all the sudden they all turned him down. It was as if some mysterious curse had been placed upon him warding off good jobs. He muttered a few curse words. Let alone the fact that his land lord was increasing the rent that he already barely managed to pay off. As he saw the once distant library grow nearer he once more quickened his pace, remembering his main reason for coming here. He had spent the whole day searching of a particular law book on Domestic Violence. The other more seasoned prosecutor he had be assigned to 'shadow' insisted he stay until he found it and left him to lock up the office. He swore he had searched every square corner of the place but to no avail. So, to the library he went. Normally it would be closed at an hour like this, but his other task was to escort Alexandra home, since he had received a text from her parents worried sick about her, he agreed to take her home. As he approached the doors he tried one to see if it was locked. The glass door swung open and he walked in. Checking the front desk he saw no one. He quickly moved into the main section of the library where he saw Alex passed out at the desk. Placing the coffee down next to her he gave her a gentle nudge. "Wake up sleepy head, your parents are worried sick about you." he said as he took his cup of coffee from the styrofoam tray. He took a sip and watched as Alex slowly get up.


    Alex mumbled quietly when she felt someone nudging her. Still groggy and half-asleep she reached for her phone which seemed to be constantly buzzing. Looking at the several texts and calls she had received from her parents and Anthony was enough to jolt her awake. "Sh*t!" she muttered as she desperately gathered up her belongings, hazel eyes filled with dread. She was dead when she got home. She finally took a moment to collect her thoughts as well, and that's when she realized Tony was standing in front of her. One of her few friends in Ginsburg. "Thanks Tony. You're the best." she said as he handed her the other coffee, which she took a long sip of. Turning back she finished packing up the last of her stuff, careful not to forget her laptop. She didn't question it when he disappeared for a bit and returned with a rather bulky looking book on... Domestic Abuse? She wrote a quick note reminding herself to check it out for him in the morning. The two continued out of the library in silence. This wasn't the first time Alex had agreed to stay a bit later and close up. She would often use the time to catch up on her online classes without being pestered by her parents, but she often lost track of time and fell asleep during the process. This eventually led to her parents panicking and calling Tony who almost always happened to be nearby. Once the two were outside the library she quickly locked the doors and continued to walk silently with Anthony. "Thanks again." she said, finally breaking the silence. She watched as Anthony was about to reply but they both came to a halt under a street lamp. Something in the forest was moving. Listening to the rustling she turned to Anthony. "You hear that?" OOC: Sorry again I this is sloppy. I have to post from my phone since my computer isn't working.

  • The school of the Strange and The wicked (~Sign ups~)

    I don't know if the other threads dead or not, but I'm thinking about making a new character and dumping the others. For the sake of a plot I was thinking about making someone to kind of expose the school to the government and stuff for the sake of testing. Whether the fail or succeed is up to everyone, but it's just a thought.

  • Faeries rp (open to all!!)

    Day Court Scholar Lance: Ever curious Lance's bright blue eyes are always full of curiosity. He enjoys spending time outside, leading to his dark tanned complexion, and his mop of dusty brown hair being in a constant tangle of negligence and carelessness due to his many adventures. Although he may often get carried away and enjoys having his fair share of fun, he always takes his role as Scholar seriously. His joking and aloof facade may lead others to believe that he doesn't take anything seriously, but he loves to delve deep into faerie magic and history, and is never caught without some new book on him. Although Lance may not think of himself as awkward, his lanky build may make his sharp movements seem a bit strange, his long dragon-fly like wings cutting the air with ridged motions. Yet unlike his awkward appearencd, he carries himself rather smoothly, as joking as he may be.
    Appearence
    OOC: This is super rushed and I may be rusty. I haven't rped in a while but I'm. Hoping to get back in the swing of things. Figured I'd run the character by you first :)

  • Protecting hope (open to all)

    .:Lance Smythe:.
    .:Age:.
    "I lost count at this point to be honest... but does that really matter? Probably a couple of decades. I'm relatively young."
    .:Appearance:.
    [img width=379 height=510]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…bea770f4d2369984c37bc.jpg[/img]
    .:Race:.
    "Well I'm certainly not human darling."
    Demon
    .:History:.
    "Mmm, isn't that a bit personal?"
    Lance is certainly no angel. Well, in both reality and figuritively. Back when he was alive he made the stupid decison of selling his soul for wealth and fame. Isn't that what people normally sell their soul for? Although he may lived comfortably as an upper class citizen during the depression, all the deals he could have made were unable to save the love of his life. She died young, and Lance was heart broken, yet he inevitably had to pay up. He thought the rest of his life would be spent in hell rotting away, yet a second chance came. They were allowed to roam the earth, take souls, and feed. He now spends his days roaming the apocalyptical earth picking off what prey he can get his hands on.
    OOC: Sorry this is a bit rushed, posting from my phone at the moment.

  • Faeries rp (open to all!!)

    Lance jerked up as his head smacked the dark oak table that was littered with books and papers. "Damn..." he mumbled rubbing his head as he leaned back, peering out the window to his left. It was well into the night, and any fairy from day court in their right mind would be asleep by now. Yet now that Lance was up, he couldn't find it in him to try and rest. He was bored of books for the night, and would much rather go out to a festival, yet none were happening tonight in the day court. Well at least he thought so. Pulling himself up from the soft cushioned chair he attempted to get a better look out the window. As far as he could see, no other houses seemed to be lit up and no music traveled through the now darkens pathways. Well, at least from inside the day court. The bright lights of the night court could be seen off in the distance, and Lance swore he could hear a soft melody drifting down from the court. He sighed, how interesting the other courts must be. As a newly appointed scholar he had not yet visited any of the other courts, at least not yet. The different magics from across the land enamored him, and he couldn't wait for the day he could learn more about them, but that was for another day. For now he began to clear up his work space, packing away the old leather bound books carefully in his satchel, along with papers ordained with his barely legible script.
    OOC: Sorry if there's a lot of errors! Posting from my phone right now. Hopefully this is okay :)

  • Faeries rp (open to all!!)

    Lance managed to squeeze the rest of his books into the worn satchel, the old leather beginning to crack with age. Swinging it up and over his head he adjusted it under his right arm before pulling his pale yellow cloak over himself. Stifling a yawn he grabbed the small latern off the desk, lighting it with one of the many candles that lit the room he then began the task of blowing them all out. He made his way out of the now dark library and found himself hovering above the one of the many pathways. As he flew along the path his dark gold wings gleamed dully in the light of the moon. The pale yellow of his cloak almost glowing in the bright yet gentle moon light. He could swear that he could hear a drowzy melody floating through the air from the ever mysterious night court. He knew he shouldn't be prying into the affairs of other courts, yet the temptation was merely too much. Diverging slightly from his original route he made a turn towards the night court in the distance. Being new, he didn't know much about the affairs between other courts, but he figured it couldn't be that bad if he merely observed from a distance. Bringing the latern up to his face he quickly blew out the candle, figuring he should probably not alert them to his presence. He had never yet visited one of the other courts in a formal manner, and wasn't quite sure if obsereving a court like this was taboo. Well of course he knew it wasn't the polite thing to do. He hadn't been invited, but he merely wanted to observe. Perhaps understand their culture better for future formal meetings.
    OOC: So my computer broke and I'm not sure when I'll be able to get it fixed, so for now I'll be posting off my phone, so I'm sorry if it's a bit sloppy and has a lot of errors. Also I hope it's okay that Lance kinda crashes the party. I want him to get involved with the other characters.

  • Faeries rp (open to all!!)

    After what felt like an eternity Lance reached dense tangle of shrubs that seemed to divide the two courts. If he squinted he could vaguely make out a mess of other faries floating around in a lazy yet purposeful manner. The whole court seemed like it was in a hazy dream to him, as compared the business of his own court. He sat down behind the shrubs, not wanting to push further any farther in fear of being found out. He could still observe quite a lot from where he sat anyway. The stark pale skin tones stood out in the moonlight, as opposed to his own darkly tanned skin. Even just the clothes they wore were darker as compared to the bright yellows that most of those in the day court wore. It was all very fascinating, they were all fairies, yet they were all so very different. Although he could barely make some out, he could vaguely notice that even their wings seemed more elegant in bright whites or darker blues purples and blacks. Again he compared them too his own choppy, dark gold wings. Even if he wore clothes like those of the night court, it would be obvious he didn't belong. Quite content, and hopefully hidden well enough he sat quietly, observing the mysterious night court.
    OOC: So sorry it took forever for me to reply! Spent the last two days on a plane and sleeping from jet lag, but hopefully I should be more active now!

  • Protecting hope (open to all)

    Luke hissed at the other demon that squared off against him in the dingy alley way. Gripping his knife tightly he lashed out yet again, the cool silver blade meeting flesh. The other yelled out in pain. It wouldn't kill the other demon, but it would hurt like hell. Well worse than hell. Once one became accustomed to the constant agony and pain, not much really hurt. Bullets and blades did little, but the right metals could inflict some damage. "I'll tell you again," he growled "Back. Off." The other demon finally complied fleeing the scene, leaving Luke with the dead body that sat slumped over against a dumpster. The soul had already been taken by some ignorant demon, yet the blood was still warm and left untouched. As he lifted the body with ease and chomped down on the persons neck he quickly drained the human of their blood, leaving a shriveled husk. Running his sharp nails through his blood speckled hair he sighed. Is this was he had been reduced down to? Preying on others left-overs? The humans had been so gullible at first, easy to fool and manipulate, but they grew smarter. As they were hunted down to a much smaller and pitiful number, natural selection did its work. The smart ones that were able to evade and kill the some demons, and it made it harder and harder to get a decent meal. Shifting into a more human form, he slipped on a pair of sunglasses to hide his eyes and stepped out of the alley. He carefully put his knife into its sheath as to not make contact with his own skin, as that would result in quite a lot of pain. He began to wander the streets, hand on the hilt of his knife in case an trouble did arise, but his black eyes mainly searched the deserted streets for a potential meal.

  • Faeries rp (open to all!!)

    Lance squinted, trying to get a better look. The group seemed to be scrambling about in some sort of panic. Had he been spotted? Even if he had been, he certainly didn't think he would cause such a commotion. He was still technically on the Day Court's side. Figuring he'd better be safe than sorry he stood back up and gathered his belongings, accidentally knocking over his latern in the process, it clattered to the ground and one of the glass sides shattered. He froze. Sure it may have sounded loud to him but he hoped he was too far away for anyone else to hear. He quickly scooped up the latern, leaving the broken shards on the ground. Then he took off, barely hovering off the ground, his wings were a golden blur as he sped back into the dense forest, hoping no one would see him. He didn't slow down until he was well into the Day Court. Stifling a yawn, he started to make his way back to his home. He'd need to get his rest if he weren't to appear suspicious. Besides, he was pretty sure he had some meeting in the morning. With whom the meeting was with seemed to fail him as he found his way to his house. He'd be sure to check in the morning.

  • ♔ ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ＮＯＲＤＩＭ ♔ a kingdom for incubus and succubus (sign ups.)

    Felix Elliot Flich

  • ♔ ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ＮＯＲＤＩＭ ♔ a kingdom for incubus and succubus (sign ups.)


    I think I finally finished!

  • Aspen Village | A Paranormal Town | Sign-Up

    Tony Marino