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Gretel

I'm not afraid

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

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I'm not afraid...





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Name: Gretel Houwen
Nickname: Gret
Age: 21
Origin Story: Hansel and Gretel (Two children find a candy house and are captured by a witch that would like to eat them. They manage to cook her instead and escape back to home. )
Character: Gretel
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Likes:
  • Any sort of firearm
  • Apples
  • Reading
  • Sitting in the woods
  • Writing in her Diary
  • Her brother
  • Having a drink at the local tavern


Dislikes:
  • Seeing her friends hurt
  • Not knowing what to do
  • Getting lost
  • Loosing things
  • Close quarters combat
  • Running away
  • Candy





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Fears:
  • Loneliness
  • Spiders
  • Being unable to rise to the task
Hobbies:
  • Shooting, as well as marksmanship.
  • Collecting old trinkets

Powers: Magic Immunity. This isn't exactly a power but Gretel does hold a few heirlooms that hold the power to cancel magic cast upon them. If she were to loose the heirlooms she would be susceptible to magic. She holds two items to cancel magic cast upon her, these being: an old silver necklace with a key and an dagger that she keeps at her side. She's only had to use the weapon on the rare occasion.

Strengths: Gretel is an incredibly talented marksman. She prides herself on her ability to observe as well, she considers herself a good reader of people and her surroundings. Lastly Gretel is very book smart, she likes spending time reading and learning about new occult tricks and legends.

Flaws: Gretel is an impatient soul and she has little time for those who wish to dawdle. She is rather up tight and has a certain way of doing things, she does not like when they stray from the plan. Gretel isn't very fun, its a shame that she would rather spend her time inside rather than out but she finds the call of books far more appealing.




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Personality: Gretel is what one might call a bit of a hard ass. She enjoys being alone other than the company of her brother and has difficulty letting people into her personal life. She is rather short with people she is not familiar with and doesn't make too much effort to get to know people unless it involves finding a witch. Gretel is very job driven and she usually thinks of nothing else.

Gretel does have a few good things despite her hard exterior. She had an enormous capacity for love. Once she has taken someone under her wing she will protect them until she can no longer. Gretel enjoys having stories to fall back to as she likes to escape from her regular life. Sometimes the stress of the hunt can be a bit much and she will need a good book to calm her down.

She often writes in her diary to keep her thoughts straight as well as her facts. She often looks back to check on witches that she and Hansel have captured and killed to see if there is any relation to any of the cases she currently works on. Gretel is smart and knows how to think ahead as well as create strategies, but this often makes her over think when it comes to social situations and she ends up making a mess of things.

History: Gretel was a born and raised witch hunter, she knew from birth that she could be nothing else. Because of this Gretel worked as hard as she could along side with hr brother to become hunters that her parents would be proud of. She loved her parents dearly and when they were taken from her at an early age she focused all her energy into becoming hunters. She remembered the day they died, they were out on a mission to capture and kill the Gingerbread witch. Their parents had taken them along to give them some experience in investigating and hunting. They were to stay in the safety of the town while their parents took care of the problem. This was an important mission and so the children were given heirlooms in order to protect themselves, as a just in case. As they were traveling to the town they were ambushed. The witch had gotten wind that their parents were on to them and took them by surprise. During the attack Hansel and Gretel were sent into the woods and in an effort to protect their children their parents gave their lives.

She didn't cry. Not that night or the nights to follow. She felt the hollow pit of loss in her stomach but she couldn't summon the tears to mourn them. Instead she buried her nose in her books and tried her best to forget. Her only salvation was her brother who one day had tripped over a fallen branch and landed flat on his face, that had made her laugh. She laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down her face and she had to sit to find her breath. After that the smiles and giggles came easier and soon the loss turned to a faint dull ache and she could move on with her life.

Gretel is very protective of her brother and she would never let anything happen to him as she loves him dearly.

Other: Gretel is afraid of letting others in as she is terrified of losing them like she had lost her parents.

So begins...

Gretel's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Marigold Lokes Character Portrait: Lacey Swan Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe
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Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ºC (73ºF)


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...'



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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.




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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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur 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.

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