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Dark Tale: Character Thread

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sonata on Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:56 pm

Dark Tale Character Thread

This is the Character Thread for The Dark Tale forum game. Only approved profiles are allowed to be posted here. No other types of profiles are allowed. This thread will be keeping track of active and inactive players as well as the morale of both forces.

Currently, the morale is:


The White Order: 2

The Dark Court: 4

This counts approved profiles and not reservations.




Active & Approved Characters

Frosch - The Frog Prince/The Dark Court - Sonata
Red - Red Riding Hood/The White Order - HitoriRaven
Goldilocks - Goldilocks/The Dark Court - Saken
The Snow Queen - The Wicked Queen/The Dark Court - omigosh01
Hansel - Hansel/The White Order - showers in april
Death - Talking Animal/The Dark Court - tornadofan2
Princess Pearl - Little Mermaid/Neutral - spirit_is_shining
The Gingerbread Man - The Gingerbread Man/The White Order - Sonata

Inactive Characters
Beauty - Beauty & The Beast/The Dark Court - Prose
Arianwyn - Sleeping Beauty/The White Order - Wudgeous

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Re: Dark Tale: Character Thread

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The Frog Prince

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Name: Frosch (Prince Emmanuel Beyer)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 7'3" (6ā€™2ā€)
Weight: 535 lbs. (175lbs.)
Personality: The prince has grown bitter and wicked since the day he was transformed into a monster. Before, he used to weep when people would run from him frightened. He still clung to his humanity. On the inside, he was still a prince! After spending years as a monstrosity, the names people would call him, the way people would treat him, what was left of the prince within him was rotting away. His conscience was beginning to warp, becoming what everyone said he was: a monster. He was becoming what his reflection in the lake always portrayed him to be. And now that is who he is.

Emmanuel is now a walking nightmare. When Fantasia fell into darkness, he was the monster devouring those who had once despised him. He has long lost his appreciation for human food. When he gazes at fine wine and roast, he doesnā€™t smell or see anything desirable as he once did, but flesh is another thing. As a frog, he not only just enjoys the slurp and crunch of insects and vermin, but the chomp and chew of human meat.

Frogs follow him around and bask in his presence for the prince has become their prince. He is the frog prince! The amphibians watch as he devours humans left and right, humans that once fried, boiled, and ate them as fancy dishes. The prince adored the appreciation of his amphibious subjects, plummeting further from humanity until he no longer thought he was ever a man. He had forgotten who he was.

Though now a monster, the prince's self-conceited attitude still lingers. He is arrogant and cocky, willing to take any job for nothing seems too difficult to him. He feels invincible as long as his frog subjects keep praising him. He has become numb to insults though flattery is something he takes to heart; and if pissed off, he won't hesitate to lick the face from a person's skull.

Likes: Women, eating others, amphibians, bugs, ponds, and flattery.
Dislikes: Peasants, insults, frog legs or frog dishes, and people who murder his frog subjects.
Psychological Disorder(s): Trust issues, pride, self-loathing, and superiority complex. The prince often listens to his frog subjects. They have become his manipulative family and know how to pull the prince's strings. He is afraid that they may abandon him if he doesn't listen to them for they regarded him as a prince and not a monster.
Background: Once upon a time, there lived a prince in a glorious castle. He was handsome and wealthy, and felt that he could have anything he so desired: the hearts of women, riches, and endless pleasantries. One day, a dark woman floated through his bedroom window. She glowed like the moon and had wings as black as night. She told him that if he slept with her and was able to please her, then she would bestow upon him great power. The prince was unconvinced at first, feeling cautious of the fairy, but she wasn't only beautiful but clever. She had learned of the prince's behavior one night when she attended one of his formal parties in disguise. She knew he was arrogant, and so told him that if he didn't think he was good enough, then she would leave. The prince annoyed with the fairy and eager to prove her wrong, took her into his bed.

The prince knowing he had beaten her at her own game demanded that she give him the great power she had promised, but the fairy was sour. No human had ever won. Instead of giving the prince great power, she instead left him with a curse. She told the prince that he would soon see what she had given him and left.

The next few days, the prince began to notice his changes. No longer could he taste his fine food and his skin was beginning to turn green. Growing fearful of his new disease, he cancelled his parties, meetings, and hid away in his room, continuing to transform and grow until he was no longer a human. The prince had become a monster. His servants no longer recognized him and refusing to believe he was the prince, he was chased from his kingdom. The world around him saw him only as a monster; and over the years, the prince had become exactly that. It was when the new queen had taken the throne that the prince unleashed his anger and went on a rampage, devouring humans left and right. Frogs began to praise him and follow him around, calling him their prince. The prince soon grew drunk with the power that was given to him by the fairy, and thanks to his amphibious subjects, they had told him of her whereabouts. The prince found the fairy in the castle of another prince and snatched her from him with his tongue. The frog prince fled into the night having eaten the fairy and satisfied his revenge.

He was now Frosch, The Frog Prince, unaware that his loyal servant Heinrich was searching for him with the intention to cure him.

Frosch's Appearance: Frosch is about the height of a door and his warty skin is smooth, slick, and rippling with muscles. Veins run across his arms as he stands slightly hunched over. His massive fists have sharp, protruding nails with webbing between each of his fingers. His chest and upper abdominal muscles are solid but his stomach is globular and bloated, hanging over his black, shredded trousers. His mouth is wide with a few canines poking out like an ogre. The large, black warts that cake his back, calves, and arms are tough enough to stop a blade if ever he is attacked from behind and secrete a mucus that can be sticky as well as poisonous if touched. The length of Frosch's tongue can reach extraordinary lengths. His longest is five yards. Frosch carries a foul odor that isn't pleasant around others, but he could care less.

Partner: Heinrich ā€“ NPC ā€“ Emmanuelā€™s servant that is searching for him. He sympathizes with the prince and has his cure.
Weaponry: Tongue, venom, appetite, strength and frog servants.

Powers

ā€¢ Devour - as a frog, the prince can devour almost anything. People, weapons, magic, if it goes into his mouth, chances are, it wonā€™t be seen again.
ā€¢ Venom ā€“ A disgusting sludge the frog will spew from his mouth to coat anything in its path and reduce it to nothing.
ā€¢ Mucus Guard ā€“ The frog can secrete a sticky film that covers his body and acts like a glue to cling to several things.
ā€¢ Tongue Lash ā€“ The frogā€™s tongue is dangerous. It is what he uses to snatch up food.
ā€¢ Vocal Shield ā€“ The frogā€™s vocal sac swells and deflates when he is croaking, but it can also swell to become a shield against frontal attacks.
ā€¢ Leap, Climb, & Cling ā€“ The frog can leap great distances and cling to large buildings.
ā€¢ Frog Form - The prince can take on the form of a common frog.
ā€¢ Water Absorption ā€“ When in frog form, the prince can reach colossal heights if exposed to a body of water. His body absorbs the water and thus increases his size, but when not around water for too long, heā€™ll shrink back into a dinky frog.
ā€¢ Night Vision - Self-explanatory.
ā€¢ Breathe Underwater - His gills are in the pits of his arms.
ā€¢ Inhuman Strength - About as strong as an ogre. One does not want to get punched by this guy.

Passive traits: The frog carries a foul odor and frogs migrate wherever he goes. He is a prince after all. One may notice the plague of small frogs entering a town or city before they see the beast thatā€™s following.

Frog Form Written Appearance: The frog is small (can be enormous), warty, and one can smell the beast from miles away. He smells like a bog, and itā€™s even worse when heā€™s in close proximity. When heā€™s a tiny frog, itā€™s not as awful. The frogā€™s skin is thick with protective black warts and sticky with mucus. The frog is fat and round with a short, tadpole-like tail.

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If the prince ever becomes a prince again, well, then this profile will read a bit differently, but for now, heā€™s this way for whatever events take place IC.

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Re: Dark Tale: Character Thread

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby HitoriRaven on Fri Mar 09, 2012 3:59 pm

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Alias: Little Red Riding Hood
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 113 lbs
Basic Appearance: For the most part, Red wears, obviously, her blood-red cloak which covers her whole body. (pay attention, this comes up later. =3) If you ever get under that, she tends to wear tight fitting black clothes. As for appearance, Red looks younger than she actually is, seeming to be perhaps 17 or 18. Don't be fooled, she has wisdom past her years and isn't a pushover either. Her hair is blond and fairly short, just past her ears, and occasionally pokes out the sides of her cloak. For the most part, her face is covered, and the only thing visible is her eyes, which match the colour of her cloak. Her face when seen, also looks closer to that of a child - not quite there, but it's definitely not an older woman. Of course, this is part of the reason she does cover her face, people can't seem to take her seriously when they've seen her. If her looks needed to be described, they would be "cute", as opposed to "hot" or "sexy."
Personality Red's outward appearance is mysterious, so to say. She rarely speaks, but when she does, her words carry weight. Her commands are concise but brief. She doesn't like to be bothered with petty concerns, but if they do rise up, she will give her full attention to resolving them. Like a good commander, she makes solid decisions in a fight, and would never ask something of her subordinates that she herself would not do. In larger battles, she brings up the rear - just because she's the leader doesn't mean she needs to go out and get herself killed. She treats everyone equally and with respect, having had this instilled by her grandmother, who had suffered at the hands of discrimination.

When Red isn't with others, or is with someone she is close with, she lets down her guard. She is still quiet and calm, but she tends to be a bit more cheerful. Only a bit, though. She also tends to be a bit of a romantic, though being a leader doesn't give her much time for something like that. She has a habit of fingering her cloak when she is embarrassed or nervous, but that doesn't happen often. Red is extremely shy, which is one of the reasons she doesn't talk to people. She hasn't had much contact with men, having lived in a forest for a good chunk of her life, and as such is extremely awkward when alone with one. This is essentially the one time she becomes the girl that she tries not to be. She gets very flustered, and stutters a lot. But again, how often would she trust anyone enough for this to happen?
Likes: Picnics, her grandma, the woodsman, grapes, romantic novels(but only when no one is looking), quick resolutions, simplicity.
Dislikes: Horror novels(ironically, she's just fine when killing them), long conversations/fights, broccoli, wolves, the Dark Court
Psychological Disorder(s): Red is completely mentally and physically sound. (lawljokenoonegets) She was traumatized when she was cut out of the wolf's belly. As such, she goes into an insane sort of withdrawl without her cloak on or nearby. The only other thing is that she fiddles with her axe when in tense situations.
Background: Essentially, Little Red Riding Hood grew up with her grandmother. Now, the tale is a little different than the common version. Red's grandmother used to be a witch, back in her prime. However, she eventually retired to the forest to live a calmer life. As she grew older, she had a daughter, who got married, and out popped Red. However, Red's parents were killed when she was young, and her grandmother took her in. She learned her grandmother was a witch, and frequently helped her with small spells and the like. Red's grandmother was also the local healer - of course, everyone was terrified of her. However, another reason she was shunned, was because she was associated with the Dark Court and their kind. As such, the grandmother made Red promise to treat all people fairly, so that Red would not discriminate and cause pain like her grandmother felt. In any case, one day, a wolf came along. [[Need wolf for final update here]]
Some stuff happened, and she and her grandmother were eaten. Thankfully, an old woodcutter heard the sounds of fighting and ran into the house. He sliced the wolf's belly open and saved Red and her grandmother, kicking the wolf out. However, her grandmother was severely injured in the fight and died. With her last breath, she enchanted Red's cloak and asked her save the kingdom from the Dark Court. On an off note, Red's cloak is dyed with real blood, the wolf's, her grandma's and hers, and is preserved by the spell. Red promised, and the woodcutter who was still there, decided to help out. He was actually a dark knight in the past, and had done many horrible deeds for the Dark Court. However, he met a nice peasant girl, whom he fell in love with. He ended up having to kill her for the Court, but was snapped back sanity by the deed. He defected, and lived in the forest as a hermit, chopping wood and mourning over his love and his terrible acts. He gave Red his sword, Graban, making sure Red understood the curse that came with it. Red left the forest to fulfill her promise.
Partner: Woodsman. He may occasionally show up. NPC, advisor to Red, but lives in the forest they had been in.
Current Story: Red was in search of a way to fulfill her promise to her grandmother, and joined up with the resistance, the White Order. She was quickly promoted for her prowess(no, not in bed, you naysayers) in combat and leadership, and she took the commander's mantle(or cloak..) when he died in battle. Once she learned that the wolf had survived, she also swore to avenge her grandmother and kill him properly this time.
Weaponry: The black sword known as Graban, the grave digger. It's a sword with a lot of history and a curse - whoever it is given to must carry it until death. A claymore type sword, being heavy to everyone except Red, and needing two hands to wield.
Her trademark blood red cloak. More on this below.
A picnic basket. It really has no use beyond sentimental meaning, but it has been enchanted to have a backpack size on the inside. Basically, it's her soldier's backpack.
The woodcutter's axe. Given to her by the woodcutter, it has no unique abilities. But, she carries it at her waist and it can be used as a weapon in a pinch.
Powers Red's cloak was enchanted by her grandmother for invisibility. Unfortunately, the ingredients were low class, so while her grandmother was powerful enough to make it a success, the cloak does not fully do it's job. Instead, when Red uses it, it makes her blend into the background, masking her presence for the most part, but animals might be perceptive enough....10 minute use for every hour of so. It needs to recharge.

Swordsmanship. Red has trained for years with her sword Graban in hopes of getting revenge on the wolf that ate her and her grandmother. As such, she is extremely familiar with her sword. Graban can give Red burst strength and speed in times of extreme danger, making her faster, stronger, and able to react faster. During this time, as an off note, she can wield Graban with one hand.
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Alias: Beauty and the Beast
Age:Ā Twenty-Eight
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 142lbs

Basic Appearance: Beauty is one of the most beautiful women born into the land of Fantasia. Her body does not leave much to desire with her all too tempting, curvaceous frame. Silken thighs which go on for lengths attach to hips which sashay with her every step, and then dips sharply into a bold curve with her small waist. Round, plump, breasts protrude from her chest and thin shoulders give way to a long neck.

Hazel brunette hair lingers down her back in loose curls, and Beauty's long bangs frae an oval feminine face. Cheek bones rest high below chocolate hued eyes that is lined with contrasting liner and mascara. Her nose is small and dainty with a beauty mark resting between just above luscious and full lips.

Beauty's every day wear is not the frumpy and gaudy dress or the sheer sheath that most princesses wear. No, the Beauty tends to wear lingerie consisting of a gold corset inlaid with rose embroidery, garters straps, delicate panties, and sheer stockings. Her feet are always adored with the finest of stilettos and when in public, Beauty will adorn a blood red silk wrap that hangs from her form like a cape.

And there is never a moment that there is not a glowing rose in her possession; a rose that holds magical powers and grants her immortality.

Personality: Once upon a time, Beauty was an innocent natured woman but her past has now warped her into a more evil creature. She is sadistic and loves to inflict pain upon others whether they are her own subjects or not in Beast's Castle. When given the chance, Beauty will humiliate, verbally abuse, and then physically torture any that may come across her path. However, she is a keen and smart woman as well. If it serves her purposes, she will manipulate others through seduction or brute force provided by her thrall: Beast.

A wise man will never touch her rose or even look at it with desire.

Likes: Power. Control. Immortality. Torture. Beast.
Dislikes: Porridge. Bears. Flowers Minus The Rose. Good Witches.
Psychological Disorder: Sadism; the derivation of pleasure as a result of inflicting pain or watching pain inflicted on others.

ImageBackground: A wealthy merchant lived in a mansion with his three daughters, all of whom were very beautiful, but only the youngest, at fourteen, is named Beauty for being lovely and pure of heart; her sisters, in contrast, are wicked and selfish. The merchant eventually loses all of his wealth in a tempest at sea, and he and his daughters must therefore live in a small farmhouse and work for their living. After some years of this, the merchant hears that one of the trade ships he had sent off has arrived back in port, having escaped the destruction of its compatriots; therefore, he returns to the city to discover whether it contains anything of monetary value. Before leaving, he asks his daughters whether they desire that he bring them any gift upon his return. His two elder daughters ask for jewels and fine dresses, thinking that his wealth has returned; Beauty is satisfied with the promise of a rose, as none grow in their part of the country. The merchant, to his dismay, finds that his ship's cargo has been seized to pay his debts, leaving him without money to buy his daughters their presents.

During his return, he becomes lost in a forest. Seeking shelter, he enters a dazzling palace. He finds inside tables laden with food and drink, which have apparently been left for him by the palace's unseen owner. The merchant accepts this gift and spends the night. The next morning as the merchant is about to leave, he sees a rose garden and recalls that Beauty had desired a rose. Upon picking the loveliest rose he finds, the merchant is confronted by a hideous 'Beast', which tells him that for taking his (the Beast's) most precious possession after accepting his hospitality, the merchant must die. The merchant begs to be set free, arguing that he had only picked the rose as a gift for his youngest daughter. The Beast agrees to let him give the rose to Beauty, only if the merchant will return, or his daughter goes to the castle in his place.

ImageThe merchant is upset, but accepts this condition. The Beast sends him on his way, with jewels and fine clothes for his daughters, and stresses that Beauty must come to the castle of her own accord. The merchant, upon arriving home, tries to hide the secret from Beauty, but she pries it from him and willingly goes to the Beast's castle. The Beast receives her graciously and informs her that she is mistress of the castle, and he is her servant. He gives her lavish clothing and food and carries on lengthy conversations with her. Each night, the Beast asks Beauty to marry him, only to be refused each time. After each refusal, Beauty dreams of a handsome prince who pleads with her to answer why she keeps refusing him, and she replies that she cannot marry the Beast because she loves him only as a friend. Beauty does not make the connection between the handsome prince and the Beast and becomes convinced that the Beast is holding the prince captive somewhere in the castle. She searches for him and discovers multiple enchanted rooms, but never the prince from her dreams.

For several months, Beauty lives a life of luxury at the Beast's palace, being waited on hand and foot by invisible servants, having no end of riches to amuse her and an endless supply of exquisite finery to wear. Eventually she becomes homesick and begs the Beast to allow her to go to see her family. He allows it, if she will return exactly a week later. Beauty agrees to this and sets off for home with an enchanted mirror and ring. The mirror allows her to see what is going on back at the Beast's castle, and the ring allows her to return to the castle in an instant when turned three times around her finger. Her older sisters are surprised to find her well fed and dressed in finery. They grow jealous of her happy life at the castle, and, hearing that she must return to the Beast on a certain day, beg her to stay another day, even putting onion in their eyes to make it appear as though they are weeping. It is their wish that the Beast will grow angry with Beauty for breaking her promise and will eat her alive. Beauty's heart is moved by her sisters' false show of love, and she agrees to stay.

Beauty begins to feel guilty about breaking her promise to the Beast and uses the mirror to see him back at the castle. She is horrified to discover that the Beast is lying half-dead of heartbreak near the rose bushes her father had stolen from and she immediately uses the ring to return to the Beast. Upon returning, Beauty finds the Beast almost dead, and she weeps over him, saying that she loves him. When her tears strike him, the Beast is transformed into a handsome prince.

And so it is said that they live Happily Ever After but tales are never entirely true ...

Partner: Open (send PM if wanting affiliation).
Current Story: For now, Beauty is within the Beast's Castle awaiting orders from The Wicked Queen as her Inquisitor.
Weaponry: A delicate and mystically glowing red rose.
Powers
  • Immortal Age - As long as she holds the Rose, Beauty will never age a day as well as her Beast.
  • Enthrallment - Beauty's dark power over seduction is powerful and those who cannot resist the power of the Rose, will find themselves as a slave to Beauty. (Reserved for Special Cases Only.)
  • Magic Resistant - The Rose grants Beauty an almost perfect immunity to magical attacks though she is left wide open to physical attacks.
  • Summoning - Beauty has the ability to summon Beast or any of her Castle Servants, no matter where she may roam.
    • Beast: Beast is the only thrall and summon of combatant skill which Beauty possesses. He is well known for his brutal strength and speed. However, the summon is very susceptible to magical attacks. Once overwhelmed or defeated in combat, Beast is dismissed by Beauty into the Heart of the Rose. If he is "killed" then the Beast will not be able to be summoned again for a period of time depending on the severity of the wounds. A "death" will cause him to be un-summonable for seven days. If exhausted (fatigued), eight hours of rest is needed inside the Rose to regain full strength.

      • Claws - Beast has extremely sharp claws that are as hard as steel and can withstand contact with steel weaponry.
      • Teeth - Beast's teeth are all sharpened to a precision point in order to pierce while the edges have microscopic serrations which will saw at the flesh of his target.
      • Roar - There is no other roar that can make the ferocity of Beast's. It is magically enhanced by the Rose in order to bring down the morale of those in ear shot. Does not effect the Bearer of the Rose.
(16:12:43) Prose says: Izzy does anything she can get her hands on.
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(16:12:54) Prose says: Coke, meth, heroine, crack, pot.
(16:13:06) Prose says: Oh that was really bad timing.

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Re: Dark Tale: Character Thread

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Re: Dark Tale: Character Thread

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Alias: Talking animal.
Name: The Final Death of the Moon (Death for short)
Age: Adult- 5 years old.
Gender: Female||Fea||Vixen
Height: 80ā€“85 cm (32ā€“34 in) in shoulder height
Weight: 86 kilograms (190 lb)
Basic Appearance: Death is slender, powerfully built with large, deeply descending ribcages and sloping backs. The neck heavily muscled. Limbs are long and robust, with comparatively small paws. The front paws have five toes each, while the back paws have four. The forelimbs are seemingly pressed into the chest, with the elbows pointed inward, and the feet outward.
Head is large and heavy, with wide forehead, strong jaws and long, blunt muzzle. The ears are relatively small and triangular. The teeth are heavy and large, being better suited to bone crushing than those of other extant canids. The canine teeth are robust and relatively short (26 mm). Can develop a crushing pressure of perhaps 1,500 lbf/in2 compared to 750 lbf/in2 for a German shepherd. This force is sufficient to break open most bones, as well as cut through half inch lassos with one snap. Death has white smoother furred limbs.
Hair length on the middle of the back is 60ā€“70 mm. Hair length of the guard hairs on the shoulders generally does not exceed 90 mm, but can reach 110ā€“130 mm. The fur colour is just white, almost pure white. Death has a few scarres along her body, some small and some big. One scar you'll notice quikly. She has a big crossed scar in the middle of her forehead. The scar starts at the ears where they are attached to the head, slowly pointing towards each other as they go down and crossing above the eyes before the muzzle goes down a bit. Then it continuous downwards, away from each other now. The scar goes over both eyes, both eyes are red and then ends at the cheeks. The fur around it is bloodstained.
Personality: Death has always the same expression on her face. An angry expression, looking aggitated and annoyed, wanting to rip someone apart without a reason. She always seems to have an evil plan in her mind, sometimes showing it to anyone who wants to help her. She is mean, evil and quikly annoyed, making her sometimes really grumpy. And when she is grumpy, she can easily kill something without a reason.
Death is a quiet wolf, never really talking unless to herself or if she is grumpy making rude comments about anyone who annoyes her. She always makes sure she stayes quiet too, if it walking or something else. She is a bit shy sometimes, that's why she never really talks. She isn't easily scared but for her Master she is. She always thinks she has done something wrong and that's why she can come over timid, shy and scared before her Master.
Death doesn't hesitate to kill, to hurt or follow the orders of her Master. She is loyal to her Master, never speaking a word against her Master unless asked and always by her side unless asked other wise. She is always submissive by her Master, not trying to look more powerfull or dominant. She will always try to prove her loyalty for her Master, even if she gets killed. She is always ready to die for her Master. Likes: Death doesn't like much things. She likes to see dead things and that was about it. Dislikes: Death dislikes almost everything, especially the enemy of her Master.
Psychological Disorder(s): Death has a rare disease that makes her feel nothing, not even when she is stabbed or badly wounded.
Background: Death has been born as a normal talking animal, well normal. She always seemed different then her siblings and parents, starting with her coat colours. No ever pup of her family had been born white or had part white in their fur, she was an exeption. Her mother loved her, a lot but her father hated her. Her father thought she was a demon brought among them to kill them. But her mother believed she was special and that she needed special care because of her unusual red eyes. Whilst her father raised her with an iron fist, her mother made sure she got the love she needed. Her siblings were raised away from her, her father scared death would hurt her siblings. Though, when with her mother Death played peacefully with her siblings. Her father hated her, wounding and punishing her many times when she did something wrong. When Death became one, (Human years), her father died. Her father was already old and had been ill for a few weeks, and died when she was one year old. They all were very sad, especially her mother who had been with her father for most of her life. Death was sad too, and so where her siblings. Their mother became ill when they were two years old, and died a year after when they were three. Now alone, they kept together, helping each other with hunting and when they needed support. One of the three sisters died wheh she was four years old, of the same disease her mother and father had. Now with only five, they moved away from the place they once called home. Along the way of searching for the new home, all of her siblings died at exept for her brother called Roato. Roato and Death were very close and always did everything together. Though Death had changed from the sweet loving pup till a big, mean adult. She was still very protective of her brother and was always kind to him. But he died to, when she was 7 years old. Having nothing left and anger burning in her eyes she killed everything that came close to her. She heard about a kind of army, as she called it and decided to join. Proving her loyalty many times.
Partner: Death has no Partner.
Current Story: Death opened her eyes slowly and raised her head, smelling the air. She looked around closely to find out where she was, no where important. Death rose to her feet, loking around again to see if she could find her way back to her Master alone or if she needed to howl for help. Instantly, she remembered where she was and she took of running into the direction of where her Master was. Her paws were stained with blood, the white fur now crimosn red. Her muzzle was stained with blood too. She stopped once she was close to her Master and called herself down before she aproached her master carefully.
Weaponry: Death has just her claws and long canine teeth. Being just a wolf, she can't carry any weapon. Powers Well, I might need some advise for that.
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Alias: The Snow Queen (Evelia)Image
Age: 87 (appears around 25)
Gender: Female
Height: 5ā€™7ā€
Weight: 125 lbs

Basic Appearance: No one knows the true identity of The Snow Queen, since she is known to change her appearance on a whim, but her most current appearance is that of the late Queen. Citizens of Fantasia arenā€™t sure whether the Snow Queen chose to do this. Her appearance might have been a means for mockery toward their former ruler or it could have simply been the result of an unresolved jealousy toward the Queen, but the people of Fantasia cringe at the sight of her nonetheless. All of the features of the former Queen that garnered the peopleā€™s love and admiration now only marked their hatred and condemnation of Evelia.

Just like the late queen of Fantasia, Evelia has piercing green eyes and a milky white complexion. Her long, curly, brunette hair stops just above her hips, though she is rarely seen without an elaborately fashioned hairstyle. Her well-proportioned frame is graceful and pleasing to the eye. Eveliaā€™s wardrobe consists of the finest silks and chiffon, and she will regularly been seen wearing the ornate gowns of the late monarch. Image

Personality: Evelia is a short-tempered, ruthlessly jealous, and devious woman. She will do absolutely anything necessary to get what she wants. In her mind, anyone and everything is dispensable. She is not one for romance, but she does enjoy being desired. She spares no leniency toward those that show the slightest splinter of disapproval toward her and deals with them in the harshest of ways.
Likes: Power, control, the humiliation of others, to be loved (or desired), respect, riddles, games and puzzles
Dislikes: Not being the center of attention, losing (at anything), disloyalty
Psychological Disorder(s): Of course, Evelia has never been officially diagnosed, but she definitely has the tendencies of someone with antisocial personality disorder.

Background: Evelia had never been able to be a part of the wealthy kingdom of Fantasia. She was from a line of notorious witches who were cast into the frigid outskirts of the land since before anyone can remember. The stories of how they ended up outside of the kingdom were passed down through generations and altered with time until eventually the exiled witches became a myth. The people of Fantasia went so far as to call them ā€œRulers of Snowflakesā€, mocking them in their folklore and songs. The only existing memory of the banished witches lay in the dusty scrolls of the Kingdomā€™s royal library.

Well obviously, the witches did exist, and their land was frigid and barren. Large ice formations surrounded the territory like a grand fortressā€¦ but it wasnā€™t grand enough for Evelia. She was brought up to hold hatred toward the kingdom of Fantasia and its inhabitants, and so she did. In the outlands, she was taught witchcraft and the art of potions. Eventually, the Elders decided that she had proven herself time and time again and so she was named the new leader of her people.

Years went by, yet everything stayed the same... Determined to break the tedious cycle, Evelia went for an outing outside of the Ice Realm in her glacial sleigh. To her surprise, she happened across a little boy from Fantasia who was wondering not too far from her own path. How he ended up so far away from the kingdom, she didn't know. A runaway perhaps? Evelia beckoned the boy closer, but the boy remained at a distance, apparently frightened by the sight of someone else so far away from the kingdom. She quickly closed the distance between them and aimed to calm him by placing a gentle kiss against his cheek. The boy's whole body begins to feel numb, disconcertingly so. Again, Evelia pressed her lips to his cheek and all of the boy's worrisome thoughts vanished from his mind. In fact, all of his thoughts vanished. She hastily picked the boy up and drove him back to the Ice Realm. There, he became the witches sole source of entertainment. Everyday she asked the boy to entertain her with stories of Fantasia, from their holiday celebrations to everyday life, but as much as she enjoyed hearing about the happenings of the kingdom, it only fueled her jealously more.

As the days went by, news spread about the boy's mysterious disappearance and people began to believe that he had drown in a nearby river, as so many other mischievous children had, but the boy's sister refused to believe this and so she boldly traveled outside of the city to find him. With only her heart to guide her, the girl traveled north until, gradually, the crystal rivers and plush flora of Fantasia began to fade away and recede into barren plains of ice and rock. Ahead, she saw the soaring blockades of ice and finds her brother, Kay, alone and almost immobile on the frozen lake, which the Snow Queen calls the "Mirror of Reason" on which her throne sits. Gerda rushed over to her brother, who was dazed and near-death from the cold. Just before she could outstretch her hand toward his the Snow Queen snatched him away and challenged the sister to a puzzle. With a flick of her wrist, shards of ice rose up from the lake and piled themselves in front of the girl. The queen explained that the girl was to use pieces of ice as components of a puzzle to form characters and words. If she was able to form the word "eternity" from the shards by morning the Snow Queen promised to release them both and allow them to go home. Gerda worked tirelessly throughout the night. She worked through the pain as the arctic winds bit away at her fingers until the last piece of the puzzle was in place. The next morning, Evelia was surprised to find the completed word in the middle of the ice. With a humble expression upon her face, she admitted defeat.

"Congratulations." the witch said bitterly. "I suppose... it is time for you both to head home." She made a quick flourish with her hands and the lake began to open up under the siblings feet. Gerda looked at her brother with knowing eyes. Even though she had solved the puzzle, she should've known it wasn't in the witches heart to let them go. With that, Evelia turned on her heels and began to walk away without a second thought while the lake slowly engulfed the children.

Somehow, she had felt that their deaths would satiate her anguish. But, even still, this was not enough. She wanted distinction and acclaim. She wanted grandeur. It didnā€™t make since to her why she and the other witches stayed in a wastelands when they harnessed so much power. And so, when she returned to the lake the next day, she sat on her throne in malcontent, looking down at the frozen lake below her feet, "The Mirror of Reason". It was at that moment that she realized what she must do, and who she needed to become. All her life, Evelia plotted and waited for the moment when she would be able to ascend the throne of Fantasia, and after her patient anticipation her time had finally come. She made quick work of the witches that opposed her, and then made a life-altering deal with the now late Queen of Fantasia.

Current Story: Eveliaā€™s main goal now it to maintain power in Fantasia and annihilate the White Order before they get to her first.
Weaponry:
Ice Amulet: this allows her to conduct her spells and incantations.
Potions: can be used to create minions, explosives, and poisons (but cannot be used to heal- since she only deals in black magic)
*note: If someone were to obtain the amulet she would not be able to conduct spells, but the amulet would not allow the possessor to conduct spells either. They must be a true descendant of the Iceland witches in order for it to work.*

Powers
Necromancy: the ability to bring the dead back to life and order them to do her bidding.
Ice manipulation- the ability to conjure up ice forms, and manipulate them into shields or weapons
Shape shifting- the ability to change her appearance into any creature or human
Slumber's kiss ā€“ the first kiss stuns the victim and removes all feeling from their body, the second kiss erases their memory, and the third kiss is fatal (the years she takes from her victims on the third kiss are added to her lifespan).
*Keep in mind that she cannot perform necromancy unless she has the proper ingredients for the potions and the time to conduct the rituals necessary, and her ā€œshape shiftingā€ power is limited to things she has actually seen. So if she has never came in contact with a particular creature or person then she cannot replicate its appearance.*
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Re: Dark Tale: Character Thread

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Alias: Princess Pearl/ The little mermaid (Name is Pearl)
Age:244 but appears in her 20's
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130 lbs
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Personality: Pearl has lived a long time, and knows some ways of the world. She has an adventurous spirit, and is strongly independent as well. She has a solid set of values, and follows them. She can be manipulated though because of her slight naivity and can be gullible as well. When angry, Pearl can lose control of herself and lose her temper. She can be beat into submission, and she is like a wild horse. She has a weak spot for prince charmings.
Likes: Fishes, the sea, the ocean, water, singing, prince charmings, trust, loyalty
Dislikes: bad breath, seeing fishes being eaten, betrayal,
Psychological Disorder(s): trust issues
Background: Pearl remembers the day she saved prince charming from a ship wreck on her birthday, but that day the prince charming she fell in love loved someone else. The prince, thinking a human saved him, fell in love at 'first sight' with a mere human woman. This broke Pearl's heart, but she still loved him and since then, she has always watched prince charming from afar, pining for his love. Then one day, Pearl had heard of the sea witch who was well versed in magic. Pearl had asked the witch if there was a way she could become human, but the witch said there would be consequences. The witch gave her power to become human, but in return Pearl must give up something dear: her voice. The witch ripped out her tongue, and hence Pearl had become mute. She has a weakness for Prince charmings.
Partner: No one
Current Story: Pearl now works a flower shop and attracts many customers. All she can do is nod or give off body language for she cannot speak anymore. Pearl is a neutral character. She has both good and bad thoughts and is not so innocent as she seems. The evil sea witch has already given her a magical dagger to kill a prince to reclaim her full mermaid powers back. She has heard of both the white and black order, but when people talk about them she keeps quiet. She still has not decided whether to kill someone from the white or black order.
Weaponry: Claws, magical dagger the witch/queen gave her to kill someone from the White Order or dark order if she chooses.
Powers:
Pearl cannot speak, but she has peircing eyes. She can hypnotyze you with one look if she wishes to do so.
She also has mermaid tears which can heal wounds and scars.
She can also swim really great and breathe in water, her fins magically appear.
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Re: Dark Tale: Character Thread

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Goldilocksā€¦
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Alias:Goldilocks. (Nickname, Goldie)
Age: 21
Gender:Female
Height:4ā€™11
Weight:95 pounds
Basic Appearance:Goldie is famous for her blonde locks, where she got her name from, even. They cascade around her face, when they are taken care of, and fall in fat, full curls that bounce as she walks, sways as she shakes her head. They seem to make her who she is, surrounding that delicate, triangular face and casting a sort of delicate innocence on the (generally) red-splattered face. Blue orbs dominate the rest of her face, icy eyes that can stare right into anotherā€™s soul, if given the chance, or can appear full of tears at another moment.
It is perhaps the most important, and unique, aspect to the twenty one year oldā€™s physicality, that she appears frail and delicate like a child. She is short, horribly so, and thin like a bird. Pale, pale, skin ā€“ comparable to milk, is nearly see through, so that one can see the blue veins that trace along the insides of her arms, and along her sides ā€“ places that would not generally see the light. She dresses in what is considered to be Lolita style ā€“ bright, puffy dresses that end about her knees, and puff out with layers of white petticoats beneath it. Despite the fact that her outfits are meant to be blue and white, sometimes checkered pattern, they are usually stained with a rusty-red spots. Blood does not wash off such delicate fabrics so easily.
She has perfectly manicured nails, dainty little points, that seem to resemble human claws, if one would look closely enough Instead of being shaped into ovals, they have the slightest point to them, and are usually a pale pink color, all to keep up with her appearance of innocence.

Personality :Despite the fact that Goldie attempts, so very, very hard, to keep her innocent demeanor, it sometimes cracks and flakes away so that one can see the spoiled rotten woman beneath it. The woman has a pretty mean temper, and while most people would throw tantrums and yell, Goldie, when the line has been crossed, tends to go very, very, quiet and sit there, staring, quivering. And the next thing thereā€™s another rusty spot on her favorite dressā€¦
Despite the unlikely event that one would truly push her far enough to legitimately anger her, Goldie tends to play to the vapid, air-headed blonde stereotype. Though she is not lazy, sometimes Goldie likes to force people to carry random objects for her, fetch her tea, etcetera.

Likes: Animals, excepting bears, controlling people, and playing to peoples expectations before proving them wrong. Acting. Mind games.
Dislikes:Bears, people attempting to get under her skin.

Psychological Disorder(s): Goldie can be considered to have PTSD, though instead of breaking down and sobbing hysterically, Goldie goes on a rampage- attacking allies and enemies alike. A lot of the time, it is the slaves (animals) beneath her that end up slattered, allowing for a feast for those near enough to her, but far enough to have escaped her wrath.
It can be assumed that Goldie is a Sociopath, or a psychopath, due to extenuating circumstances. She does not form legitimate bonds very easily, and though she is loyal to the queen, that loyalty does not extend to being friends with her, only a grudging respect.

Background: Despite the fact that everything seemed so pretty and sweet in Fantasia before the Dark Queen took over, that is a hideous lie. Beneath the gilded surface of the land there were horrific things that took place, which happened, that no one really expected or paid mind to.

Thatā€™s how Goldilocks fell into trouble. See, she had once heard a story of talking animals (and boy, did she love animals!), and wanted to go see them. The closest thing to Goldie just so happened to be a cave, seeing as she lived in the woods, and so the cutsie little twelve year old, with bows in her hair and sparkles in her wide blue eyes, waltzed in one day, with a picnic basket full of sloppy porridge. The blondie peeked into the cave, only to see three bears all curled up, sleeping.

Gasping with wonderment and shock, Goldie bound into the cave, dropping her picnic basket on the ground and pounced on the smallest of the bears ā€“ wrapping her chubby little arms around him and giving him a squeeze! She did so want for him to be her petā€¦

Of course, the other two bears woke up, and with a swipe of one of their might paws, knocked the confused girl off of the smallest bear. Claws ripped flesh, leaving horrible scratch marks along her ribs that started to drip out blood at a steady pace. Foam gathered around the bears mouth as they closed in for the attackā€¦

No one knew how long Goldie was gone for. A day, two days, a week, three weeks? It seemed her parents had been to busy with other things to notice that their golden-haired girl was gone, and when a lone forestman had dragged her nearly dead form into the town to get helped back together VIA magic, so that she didnā€™t die, well, Goldie wouldnā€™t talk.
She wouldnā€™t say a word. It was as if something had snapped inside of the small little girl, something that no one had every expected- she was a child, right? And what had happened to the bears?
It didnā€™t matter. She wasnā€™t going to talk, not to a single soul, but ever since that day animals seemed to flock to her, as if she had some strange power of manipulation over them, happy little animlas flocking straight to the slaughterā€¦

Partner Various animals that are under her control.

Current Story: Currently, Goldie is binding her time, awaiting the orders on how to move against the White Order, and closing watching a certain Frog Prince who seems to have taken up a small portion of her place (so she sees it).

Weaponry: Besides her fingernails, which would make very sharp scratches, Goldie carries no weapons as of yet, but is trained in archery.

Powers

Animal Manipulation ā€“ The ablity to convince and manipulate animals, bending them to her will. Itā€™s easier for her to control and use ā€˜normalā€™ animals, with no special powers, though she had a bond with most animals. The lower the power of the animals, the easier it is for her to control them, and have more than one type beneath her power.
Life Drain (Only works on the animals she has under her power) ā€“ She can drain the life of the animals that she has, essentially, made into slaves. If they are more powerful animals than she can drain more (like, Playable characters if it has come to having control of them) and can fully drain the life of smaller animals, though it does not fill up her entire life.
Shapeshifting- She can shift into nearly any animal, as long as she has been around that animal long enough before she shifts into it (must have been around that animal for one post if itā€™s a predator, from start of the post to ending of the next post, and two paragraphs of a previous post for a prey-animal).
Telepathy- She can speak to animals in her mind, though it is less ā€˜speakingā€™ with the dumber creatures and more knowing what they want.
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Re: Dark Tale: Character Thread

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Age: Twenty Five
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 180 lbs

Basic Appearance: I have a long scar running from my left shoulder blade down to my hip; I can't even remember where it came from. Sometimes the nightmares tell me how it happened, but I always wake up never remembering what I dream, only knowing that it was something that made a person squirm in fear. The picture isn't all too different from how I usually look. An addict to smoking, I usually have a cigarette in my mouth unless there's some important reason for me not to.

Personality: Selfish. Obsessed. Cruel. Reckless. Short-tempered.

All of these words have no meaning to me.

The only thing that matters is Gretel.

Stick up my ass? Sure, no problem. I get that a lot. People think I have no sense of humor, no sense of desire, and in some ways, I suppose it's true. My personality means nothing to me; it is no permanent. I change on a whim for my sister; if she needs me or wants me to be cruel and wicked or kind and generous, it's done. I care nothing for me or my identity or who I am. Others are searching for themselves, for who they truly are, as they travel the lands and the four corners of the earth.

What does that have to do with me?

I found myself in Gretel. She's all I need. She's all I'll ever want. I'll never desire anything but her happiness; I'll never want anything but her beside me. What defines me is my sister, my obsession, my love, my need to protect her. My personality warps for her, so there is no set characteristic that I can call mine. Maybe my lack of social abilities?

No, even that aspect of me is for Gretel.


Likes:
āžø Smoking
āžø Gretel
āžø His only sibling
āžø His little sister

Dislikes:
āžø Smoking withdrawals
āžø Gretel's boyfriends
āžø Gretel's boy friends
āžø Matilda

Psychological Disorder(s): People say I've got a sister complex -- I don't have a sister complex. As any good brother would, I love my sister. To death. I'd do anything for her; all she needs to do is ask and it is done. If she wants me to become the Prince Charming that would sweep her off her feet, I'd take her to a castle always in bloom, to a land where she'd never have to worry about witches and war and bloodshed. If she needed a villain, I'd take up arms for her, killing the innocent and slaughtering the young; I'd happily accompany Despair and Grief on their journeys with no mercy and no remorse.

All she has to do is ask it of me and I will give it to her, whether it is someone else's death or my own.

Incest? Obsession? Is there a word that could possibly describe what we have, what I feel for her, how much I need her? I don't care about the labels; I don't care about what people have to say. Unhealthy? Destructive? What the hell do they know? They don't know the shit we've been through, what we had to do to survive. They didn't have the world turn their back on them, don't understand what it was like when all you've got, all you can trust, all you know, is the one that's been with you since before the dawn of time.


Background: As a child, my love for my sister wasn't different as it is now -- maybe not as intense, because it grew with time, but even then, she was the light of my world. We lived near a forest, right outside town, and due to our location, I normally only had Gretel for company. She was the most important person to me; it didn't matter that we were poor and we barely scraped by. As long as she had something to eat each day, as long as she wasn't out starving on the streets, then I felt content.

Our mother did love us as much as our father did; that fact never bothered me one bit. I was always looking out for my sister. Anyone else was trivial, useless, trash. Our mother especially. She was a decent woman during the times we actually had a good amount of food on the table each meal, but when things got even just a little bit difficult, when she couldn't have her four servings per meal, Mother began to craftily scheme plans to get rid of Gretel and me.

She thought she was so clever.

Often, I would overhear her whispering to Father, tantalizing him with stories of full bellies and happier days. I always thought that we'd be better off if she stopped eating everyone's weight combined, but what did I know? I was merely a child, eavesdropping on adult conversations that I couldn't understand. What I did comprehend, though, was that every time we seemed to be in a dark tunnel with no miracle on the way, Mother wanted us out of the picture. Father, despite his "immense" and "genuine" love for us, was a stupid man. He fell for her tricks and words each and every time, never suspecting the fact that maybe, just maybe, she was a ridiculous woman who deserved to be raped by several horses at a time and then hanged for her greediness and cruelty.

That morning, Gretel and I followed Father into the woods, an excitement because he normally never took us along. While Gretel was pleased with the surprise, I fell behind several steps, throwing pebbles on the ground so that we could find our way back. Even as a child, I understood the times when Mother started to plot our death -- those were the nights were I would lay awake, listening to their plans and trying to scheme up a counter method that would ensure our survival.

The second time around, I used bread crumbs. Smart as I was, that wasn't the brightest idea I could've had, because by the time we had to find our way back, the crumbs had been eaten by the damn birds.

Trying to find our way back despite the plan's failure, Gretel and I ended up lost in the forest, hungry and confused and irritated -- well, at least I was. Then, as though a miracle from the devil himself, the evil witch Matilda made her appearance. She lured us in with fancy treats and sickly sweet promises; we, starving and young, unfortunately believed her. It wasn't long until we realized our mistake.

Four long weeks I was locked inside some dark room with the bones of its former owners, as though showing me a glimpse of the doom I was to face. Each day, Matilda with reach into a small hole to feel if my finger was fat enough to devour, but I always slid a bony skeleton finger to her, taking advantage of her terrible sight. That managed to buy us several weeks, but even as all that time had passed, I could not think of any way to save my sister and me. Trapped inside a room with no way out and no means of communication to Gretel, I was at a lost at what to do and could only hope that the current plan to buy time would continue to work until an epiphany slammed into my head.

In the end, it was my sister that thought up a foolproof plan and killed Matilda. I was humiliated that I could not protect her, that I was the one who had gotten caught and needed to be rescued, but I was -- am -- grateful to my resourceful sister. No Cinderella locked in the basement, I can depend on Gretel to watch my back as I watch hers, because even though we had gotten rid of the cannibal witch, our troubles were not over.

This isn't a fairytale, after all.


Partner: Gretel

Current Story: To hell with the kingdom.

I couldn't give a flying fadoodle about it. I don't care what the Witch Queen did to usurp the throne, I don't care what happened to the previous king and queen, and I sure as hell don't care about those suffering under her reign. It can all crash and burn around me and I wouldn't lift a finger to do a thing.

You know what I do care about? My sister. Whatever she is passionate about, I'm passionate about as well. If she wants to save the kingdom, I'll do it. If she wants the queen off the throne, I'll chop her head off personally. If she wants the moon in the palm of her hands, I'll find a damn long ladder and steal that ball right outta the sky -- however, that's not the reason why I joined the White Order. I didn't do it because my sister persuaded me.

As my Gretel and I were staying in this one small village, I heard rumors about a demon, a monster that had once haunted my nightmares. There were stories about an evil witch that ate little boys and girls, that spared no thought of the fact that they were essentially one and the same, her and the people, and ate their children. My sister had rid of this creature a long time ago when she plagued our family, but it turns out she's back in the flesh and wreaking havoc in the name of the Witch Queen.

I won't rest until I run her through and rip out her heart.


Weaponry: The only thing I carry on my person are packs of cigarettes and a lighter that never dies. Maybe I can burn someone for torture or something.

Powers: Oddly enough, the white stones that had once saved our lives became a dominant ability of mine that continues to serve me and protect Gretel. I manipulate the earth with ease. With a swift of my wrist, dirt compacts into large boulders; with a twirl of my finger, rocks slam into my target. It's not difficult to do; I've never had to learn any techniques. One day I woke up and it was like breathing to me.

Dead bones, rocks, soil, sand, and dust -- all under my control. Some I manipulate better than others, mainly because I use them more and am surrounded by them more often, like rocks and soil. The others I have some difficult getting them to do what I want to do. They're all servants of Mother Nature, and I only borrow her slaves temporarily; they're normally very docile and willing, but things like sand have a bit of a temper.
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Doubt that the sun doth move
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sonata on Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:18 pm

The Gingerbread Man
Alias: Sweet Tooth, The Candy Man, Gingie, and The Shadow.
Age: He seems to be in his late twenties.
Gender: Male
Height: 5ā€™10ā€
Weight: 111 lbs. What? Iā€™m made out of gingerbread.

Basic Appearance: Not many have seen The Gingerbread Man. He walks around in a black cowl, and if he ever reveals himself, he is what he is: a cookie. For being dessert, he takes on the form of his former self. His physique is of an adult male, but his details are all made of sugar. His hair and eyebrows are comprised of black licorice, his eyes marshmallows with red hot candies for pupils. In his mouth are rows of candy corn, a tongue of taffy, saliva of golden caramel, and lips of red licorice. He wears sturdy boots with black pants soaked in oil tucked inside them to protect his bread body from water. He wears a similar grey tunic with a brown, long-sleeved jacket to go over top. When gazing upon this bread man, one may feel awe to think a being like him exists, or frightened; there is nothing sweet about his expression.

Personality: Having formerly been an assassin for hire, the Gingerbread Man has a very dark perception. His morals are different from what others would dub normal, and he is rather sadistic. His presence can often times make others feel uncomfortable for he is rather unique. He is a crafty cookie, and isnā€™t to be under-estimated because of his looks. He is quite the candy-coated killer. Leave it to him to squeeze information out of someone. He can be very intimidating as well as sickly-sweet. The bread man doesnā€™t feel any different since heā€™s become a cookie. Others may look at him strange, but he still feels like himself despite his appearance. He doesnā€™t feel handicappedā€”quite the oppositeā€”he feels just as deadly as before. He isnā€™t an easy one to warm up to or trust, but his skills with a knife canā€™t go ignored.
Likes: Desserts, candy, sugar, sweet stuff, women, torture, and intimidating people.
Dislikes: Water, fire, and people who try to eat him without his permission.
Psychological Disorder(s): Heā€™s a cookie! Thatā€™s the biggest quirk there is. He also has an addiction to sweet things. He canā€™t ignore free candy. He is sadistic and masochistic.

Background:
Once upon a time lived a handsome man who loved the weight of steel and the feel of a keen blade. He loved to toss them, catch them, stab, slash, murder, and maim with them! Where were we? Ah, yes.

I used to be human. Yes, just like you. I killed people for a living. I was known around Brogdin as The Shadow. Obscured by a black cloak, I would creep on my victims like a specter. I always brought the head of my clientsā€™ enemies to their doorstop and they would pay me in gold. Oh yes, ever since The Wicked Queen took the throne, Tale sank into a pile of hot shit. I was rich.

I barely remember how I wound up this way. I was at a bar, having a drink when the mead I had ordered wasnā€™t exactly that. I was drugged. I blacked out to wake in a very warm place that smelled of baked goods. I was bound to a carving table and to my left was an adult-sized gingerbread man. Little did I know that I was staring at my future self.

That fat, son of a bitch of a butcher was there with an old woman. She began whispering some strange languageā€¦some magic spell or something. I felt dizzy and soon I was floating through the air. I twisted around and saw my body lying there strapped to the table. I then was lowered toward that huge cookie, and my eyes became blinded by a flash. I was no longer myself. The Muffin Bastard had turned me into a cookie! Then he had the nerve to say I was a failure! What the hell? Instead, of return me to my body, he was planning to burn me alive in his giant oven. Using my strange powers, I managed to escape, but I didnā€™t have time to save my body before the Muffin Moronā€™s minions were all over me. I escaped.


Partner: None
Current Story: I have been hiding out in Brogdin, waiting for my chance to get back at the Muffin Freak Show. I learned that he served The Dark Court, which is a shame since I had planned to work with them before my abduction. They are my enemy now. I received a letter about a White Order, a resistance, and I canā€™t help but feel curious. This may just be the opportunity I was waiting for. Sweet revenge.
Weaponry: A very sharp six-inch knife.
Powers
Sweet Tooth: By consuming sugary substances, The Gingerbread Man is able to alter his body and repair any damage inflicted upon his person.
Celerity: Run, run, as fast as you can, you canā€™t catch me. Iā€™m the Gingerbread Man!
Molten Caramel: He can spit sticky and extremely hot caramel that can melt the skin and harden upon contact with the air.
Sweetness: He is too sweet for anyone devour whole. Ingesting him completely can be fatal.
Charm & Intimidation: The Gingerbread Man is a dessert after all and who doesnā€™t like sweets? He smells like fresh-baked cookies and tastes just as delicious. He can use his appeal in different ways to lure his victims or repel them. Not only is he a dessert, but he is a manā€”a rather intimidating one. He has a knack for making pigs squeal.
Elusive: His celerity makes him a hard cookie to catch, and a difficult man to find. If he is found, it is because he wanted to be found.

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