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Eddie Bern

'Someone's been eating my porridge.'

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a character in “Turning Pages”, originally authored by Issa, as played by RolePlayGateway



"Call me Eddie, I promise I'm not some big, furry beast."


Edward Harold Bern



Origin Story:
Goldilocks and the Three Bears



|| Sport || Animals || Nature Documentaries ||
|| Snowboarding || Girls || Boys ||
|| Running || Porridge || Cycling ||

|| Goldilocks || Theft || Dishonesty || Hunting ||
|| Dancing || Stereotypes || Horror Movies ||

Accidentally killing someone - Eddie could crush someone to death with his pinky. He's terrified that he'll hurt or kill someone.

Losing his family - Eddie is very close to his family. One of his greatest fears is losing them forever.

Ghosts - Supernatural spirits freak Eddie out. He hates supernatural horror films because they generally leave him paranoid at night when his imagination begins to create spooky phantoms. This fear is one he keeps mostly to himself.

Helping wounded animals - Some might classify this as a job but Eddie often takes his work at the vet clinic home with him. At any one time you can be guaranteed that there will be at least one sick animal being nursed back to health in his room.

Running - Eddie is often seen jogging through the forest tracks or around the town streets. Running is a great way for him to unwind after a stressful day.

Type III: Supernatural Strength
Eddie is the strongest of the three bears. He is capable of lifting skyscraper sized structures and other mountainous figures. By stomping on the ground he is able to create localised earthquakes or if Eddie slams his hands together he can generate shock waves. His power also allows him to jump to great heights.

Of course if he doesn't concentrate there is the possibility of him accidentally breaking or crushing things. When he was first learning to control his strength it was fairly common for him to break objects around the house.

Animals - Eddie has a surprisingly gentle way with animals. Pets seem to naturally like him and he can calm most animals with ease.

Honesty - You'll always know where you stand with Eddie. He's always up front with people.

Dancing - Eddie has two left feet. Get him on the dance floor and you'd better watch out because his moves can be dangerous.

Clumsy - Unfortunately Eddie seems to be just as uncoordinated with his hands as he is when dancing. While he loves sports he was generally asked politely not to play in any hand ball sports. The only time he's relatively coordinated is when he's handling animals.


Eddie is a very upfront kind of guy. what you see is what you get. Eddie doesn't pretend to be something he's not and he dislikes anyone who puts a face on around others. He likes honesty and despises deceit. He himself isn't brutally honest, he'll tell a lie to save someone's feelings. However, if you're irritating him he'll politely let you know. People know where they stand with Eddie, he doesn't believe in stringing anyone along.

Generally Eddie is a happy, friendly guy to be around. He tends to take life at a slower pace than most, giving himself time to fully experience and enjoy everything. He is slow to anger and quick to forgive, although this does have its limits. Push him too far and you'll lose Eddie's trust forever.

Many people think that Eddie is all brawn and no brains. While Eddie is far from a genius, he has a determination to succeed that means he'll study until he understands a topic to the best of his ability. He's training to become a vet, not the easiest of career paths but one that he feels passionate about. Eddie loves animals and they seem to love him in return.

Confidence is another of Eddie's traits. He knows who he is, loves who he is and wouldn't change it for the world. Of course he has his insecurities, just like everyone else, but in general he is happy with what he is and doesn't feel the need to change himself. Confidence also helps him when he finds someone he likes. He doesn't have a preference for gender, if he sees someone he likes it's because their appearance and personality attract him. Eddie isn't a player, if he likes someone he'll generally let them know. If they like him back he'll be true to them, if they don't like him he'll let them go.

There is no surprise in finding out that Eddie is a very physical person. He lives to stay active and can frequently be found running through the forest surrounding the town. He works hard to keep himself in top physical condition. He loves playing sports, both for the physical and social aspect. While he's hopeless with his hands he's pretty good at football (soccer) and snowboarding.

|| Upfront || Friendly || Relaxed || Determined ||
|| Confident || Active || Clumsy ||

Eddie was the fourth and youngest child to Melda and Harold Bern. Both his parents possessed supernatural strength, though not to the same extent that Eddie did. Harold worked a job at the local mines breaking up rocks to get to the riches within. His mother worked part-time at the local lumber mill transporting logs. Neither job was particularly well paid and Eddie spent much of his youth wearing the hand me downs from his siblings and going to bed with just enough for the night.

Although they weren't a rich family there was never any doubting in Eddie's mind that they had it good. Everyone looked out for everyone and no one was ever left out or made to feel unwanted. Every member of the family pulled their weight and helped to contribute. Everyone was respected and made to feel loved. Eddie wouldn't have traded his family for anything in the world.

It became clear early on in Eddie's life that he had inherited his parents' strength. Inherited and added to it. When he was five Eddie happily lifted his older sister over his head. At seven he was strong enough to pick up a large digger one handed. By the time he had reached maturity there was almost nothing that Eddie was strong enough to move. His older siblings, sister Maria and brothers Harrison and James, all had moderate strength like his parents. How Eddie was born with his supernatural strength has always been a wonder to the family.

Throughout school Eddie did moderately well. He passed all his papers, took part in most sports teams and made a close group of friends. He was able to get good enough grades to get into veterinary school, something he had always wanted to do. Since he was a young boy Eddie would return home with hurt animals and try to nurse them back to full health. Half the time the animals wouldn't make it, leaving Eddie upset for days. Now with proper training he hopes to become a fully qualified vet. Right now he works part-time at Folksdale vet clinic.

Eddie doesn't live at home now, although he'll never pass up a Sunday dinner. Instead he lives with his two good friends. All three are gifted with supernatural strength and all three share a dislike for Marigold Lokes, or Goldilocks as many know her. He actively tries to reveal her true personality to the town but the girl knows how to put up a front and so far nothing has come of Eddie's attempts.

Eddie works at the veterinary clinic.

So begins...

Eddie Bern's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lacey Swan Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks
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#, as written by Issa

Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ΒΊC (73ΒΊF)

Folksdale Morning Radio:
'Good morning Folksdale, I'm your morning host Jiminy and what an excellent morning it is. Beautiful blue sky, stunning outlook onto our fairytale town and the promise of a magical day to come. There's little to announce from the night, but today promises to be a stunner. Gepetto is having a sale on wooden figurines and Belle's Bookstore will be hosting a book signing with the award winning author of 'Lamps: 101 uses'. I've also been told to remind all our listeners to watch out for the bridge just past Spinners' Lane, it appears a troll has taken up residence beneath...'


Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, a gap in the hangings letting a single ray of golden sunlight spill into the room. It landed across Jane's eyes and acted as well as any buzzing alarm to tell the girl that it was time to rise. With a single groan of protest Jane pushed the blankets off her and sat up straight. She stretched, her arms out behind her back and then above her head. A moment later, sleep finally receding, she set her legs onto the carpeted floor and stood. A snap of her fingers flicked the light switch across the room up and the bulb turned on, illuminating the chaos of Jane's room. Clothes covered the majority of her floor, clean and dirty mixed indiscriminately. On her desk a spell book sat open surrounded by scribbled notes. Jane had been looking through the tome late last night, hoping to find any useful spells to help replace Mary Poppins' protective spells on the town.

A scratching at Jane's door alerted her to the presence of a persistent visitor. Another snap of her fingers saw the knob turn and the door opened. The visitor, the black and grey family cat, was old, tubby and probably thought that he ruled the house.
"Morning Thomas" Jane murmured as the cat wondered in. Thomas didn't deign to respond, instead he pranced over to Jane's bed, jumped up and immediately began to make himself comfortable. "Lucky for some" Jane muttered to the cat as she pulled off her pyjamas and swapped them for her running gear. Luckily the shirt, shorts and sneakers were all in a neat pile on her drawers and not amongst the mountain of clothing on her floor. Dressed, Jane left her room and wondered downstairs, dropping into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a light morning snack. Not seeing any of her family up yet Jane let herself out of the house quietly, grabbed her bike and pushed it out to the street.

The ride to Eddie's place was relatively short. Traffic was light early morning and the weather was fine. No doubt the day would prove a stunning one, even know Jane could see little sign of the weather turning fowl. The morning was bright, crisp and perfect for running, which was coincidentally what Jane was about to do. With a final pedal on her bike she cruised down the street before skidding to a stop outside Eddie's house and jumping onto the pavement. She pulled her bike up to the front of the house and let it rest beside the front door. Jane glanced at the watch on her wrist, 7.20 am exactly. Right on time. She hopped up to the front door and gave the frame a short, sharp rap. A squawk, that of an angry bird, answered followed by the sound of feet. Jane took a step back as the door opened and Eddie greeted Jane, a disgruntled parrot seated on his arm.


Eddie had been up for a few hours. His current roomate, a emerald green parrot named Murray, was a demanding fellow and required frequent assurances that everything was alright. Eddie, used to such sleepless nights, was more concerned that Murray's persistent squawks would wake the two humans that Eddie shared the house with. Eddie frequently brought sick animals home from the vets, ones that needed overnight observation. Most of them weren't quite as loud as Murray. Because of that Eddie was up and dressed before the sun rose, making breakfast for his human house mates as a way of saying sorry in case the parrot had pestered them overnight.

Bacon fried in the pan, eggs were being scrambled and Eddie had just finished buttering the toast. If the smell didn't rouse his flatmates he was sure that the sun beginning to stream through the house would. Nevertheless he had a plan B in case they couldn't pull themselves out of bed before the food went cold. Eddie placed the food on a plate and tucked it into the oven. Hopefully it would stay warm in there until they saw it, and if it was still there when Eddie came back from his run then he would just have to eat it himself. Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock, realised he had little time left and quickly scribbled a note for Sam explaining that he had left her breakfast. He even drew her a sad excuse for a dog beneath the note, knowing that she loved the animals.

A moment later, Murray hanging off one arm, Eddie answered the door to find his long time friend and running buddy waiting.
"Two secs." Eddie said before quickly dodging back into his room and gently placing Murray back in his cage. He arrived back at the front door to find Jane still in the same place,
"Something smells good." She commented as Eddie closed the front door behind him.
"Bacon and eggs." Eddie explained as the two began a gentle jog down the street, "With any luck they'll be some for us when we're done." He added.
"Definitely better than porridge." Jane giggled. Jane had always found it strange that Eddie's favourite food was porridge and she enjoyed teasing him about it. Eddie decided against replying, instead he simply pocked his tongue out and directed the pair down their usual track that would eventually lead them into and through the forest.


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Sam isn't the sort of person who sleeps in until noon, even on the weekend, but neither is she much for rising with the sun, as her housemate Eddie seems so fond of doing. She exercises just as much as the next person, perhaps more, but prefers to leave it for the evening or afternoon. The girl needs food in her stomach before she does anything, really, and it takes quite a bit of food in order to fill up her bottomless pit of a stomach. Her eating habits are oddly similar to a teenaged boy just before a growth spurt, though she hasn't done much growing lately. Anyway, trying to exercise early in the morning would have been hell for the young woman, who received a sort of half-sleep thanks to a night filled with the squawking of Eddie's most recent house guests. The vet-in-training brings home plenty of animals from work, of course, but this painfully green parrot has been the loudest by far, and Sam is nearing her wits' end with its constant shrieking.

And of course, the smell of food is enough to rip Sam out of her quasi-sleep, leading her to recognize the fact that she, as usual, is starving. Knowing that Eddie must've been the one to whip up some breakfast, she beams, because he is more than likely to share- or to have left some extra portions for the rest of the house's residents. The young woman sits up and pushes herself up from bed, a bit of force springing her off of it and onto the ground, where she manages to land neatly on her feet- practice makes perfect, even if she is a far cry from a gymnast. Sam hears the shutting of the door as she makes her way towards the kitchen, and reasons that Eddie has left early for some reason or another. He often does this, going to work or to wander about some part of town with one of his other friends. The scent of food, still fresh, reassures her that he has, in fact, left some breakfast behind- and from the smell of it, eggs and bacon. Her stomach growls, prompting her towards the kitchen table- but not before opening one of the windows, because the place stinks of parrot. In doing this, she notices a little note, which blows off of the table due to a small gust of wind. The note informs her that Eddie has left breakfast for her, and includes a little drawing of what appears to be a dog beneath the note, something which makes her smile.

So, Sam settles down at the table, taking a half of what has been left, justified based on the contents of the note. Ravenous, and utterly un-self conscious, she gobbles her food down in a way that would put any food-eating champion to shame. Reasonable and down-to-earth as she may typically be, Sam can seem almost ridiculous in her consumption of food- she is a strong believer in eating when you want and what you want, so long as you aren't taking from anyone else, or simply being an idiot about it.

Taking a crunchy BITE! out of a crispy strip of bacon, Sam turns and looks out the window, watching the leisurely movement of the clouds for a moment before turning her attention to the street, picking out various people. She isn't really the sort to daydream, instead finding her mind focusing on various things in her vision. One in particular catches her eye, as she spots a familiar flying figure whizzing about the lower sky over Folkesdale. Knowing Peter, he is likely on the lookout for food- and while Sam often may point out flaws in his plans or stop him from doing something stupid, this is a quest for which she cannot fault him. The girl waves towards him when he flies close enough to perhaps catch sight of her through the open window, before taking another bite of eggs.


Gabriel Leroy does not live with his wealthy parents, and hasn't done so for a few years now- beginning with his transformation into a frog and continuing on to the current time period. Despite the fact that he is separated from their 'mansion on the hill' setup of sorts, the young man does still clearly show signs of being born into wealth, and of having been an only child, to boot. The first sign of this would be his rather luxurious apartment, one which he certainly did not pay for, having not yet acquired any job which could support such a residence. Sure, he works at a local restaurant, something which gives him a good excuse to speak to attractive people, but obviously there is some help with affording his snazzy residence. Besides, he can't organize furniture for shit, and yet the entire apartment is stylishly decorated in a simplistic fashion, mostly in white with the occasional dash of color. A maid comes regularly in order to ensure that everything is spotless. Gabriel may not be an actual prince, but he clearly finds no fault in allowing his parents to pamper him like one.

Now, Gabriel Leroy is not really a morning sort of person. By all means, he typically prefers to sleep during the morning, and rise around the time that the sun is directly overhead. However, he finds himself waking up anyway when the light from the sun bleeds through partially opened curtains, falling directly upon his shut eyes. He's a rather light sleeper, to be honest, and this is enough for his eyes to open, squinting accusingly at the crack between the curtains, which he had clearly forgotten to close all the way. It is made all the worse by the fact that he has quite the headache from last night. Strangely enough, this headache is not the result of alcohol, because Gabriel is sober and always has been, knowing from experience that being drunk and having the power of persuasion is a bad combination. Not that he is completely rigid with his own abilities, of course- the young man often uses them towards his own means. But he isn't quite that careless, even if he often seems to be, or rather is, a reckless and arrogant flirt.

Giving in to the unrelenting sun, Gabriel rolls out of bed, leaving the sheets crumpled behind him. He decides to go to the diner for breakfast, and thus must first ready himself- which means showering, brushing his teeth, styling his hair, and dressing. But then, appearances have always been very important to Gabriel, both in himself and in others. He doesn't expect any more from others than what he sees in himself- unfortunately, what he sees in himself can often be fueled by a bit of arrogance and vanity.

After completing his morning routine, the young freeloader, for that is perhaps the best term to describe his financial state, heads out for the day, flashing a smile at nearly everyone he passes by. His apartment is rather close to the downtown district of the town, a short walk away, really, as he lives in one of those just above the shops that are around the district. Thus, a rather short walk is all that is required before the young man has reached his destination- the diner which makes the best french toast in town. His headache has begun to fade away by now, though the cause of it he is still unaware of.

Gabriel sits at a table and looks over a menu, as though he doesn't already know exactly what he intends to buy.


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Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe
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Organizing a bookstore was like life--a delicate balance between beauty and functionality. On the one hand, scattered books and slightly askew shelves gave the place a sort of welcoming, lived-in look. On the other hand, an organized, spotless store was the most effective for finding exactly what a customer was looking for and appealed to those used to a bigger city way of life. Wendy preferred something in between the two, and the store owner had never objected. She organized everything, making sure to front and display especially the newer and more popular materials, but left little notes of discord everywhere. For example, the corner with a couch and several chairs, with small end tables ornamented by lamps with illustrations from children's tales, looked bare if too neat. A small but selective pile of books on each end table, made it look more welcoming, along with the pillows she plumped up for the couch.

The floor was scrupulously clean, the windows sparkling (thank goodness they had a service for that, Wendy thought, as it would drive her spare to keep the glass perfect on her own), the register perfectly balanced and ready for the day. The only thing left was to put up a few more signs for the event and arrange the table and chairs for the author's signing, which she did quickly and efficiently. This particular author had no special requests that she'd been notified of, but that could mean that either the publicist was taking care of that or that she would be surprised last minute. With an unwrinkled brow, Wendy glanced over a small black notebook that she kept behind the counter. In it was listed every service in town with a specific eye to the often eccentric needs of authors, and especially those services that delivered very quickly. It was always best to be prepared.

Wendy looked over the shop with pride. Everything in the store was exactly the way she wanted it. The only fly in the ointment was that there were going to be customers in and out all morning, disturbing her good work before the signing, but thankfully the event was in the afternoon rather than the evening. Taking a deep breath in and out, Wendy turned on the automatic tea kettle she kept hidden behind the counter and made herself a nice cup of tea. She took a delicate sip out of a delicate teacup, enjoying the flavor and the silence, as well as the organized space in front of her, before she went to turn the bookstore sign to "Open." And since it might very well be a quiet morning, she pulled out her notebook from a cupboard and continued a story she had been working on.