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[RaZoR LeAf]

Happily Ever After​

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived an Evil Queen who subjected the people in the land to follow her laws. From her dark castle atop the windy mountains, to the city of thieves and the dark forest, through to the forest of elves and the Village of Tiny people. All the way to the kingdom of Light in the fields of bliss her wicked schemes filled everyone's hearts with dread. Until finally, something dreadful happened. Someone usurped her, and the law of the land was thrown into chaos.

Nobody is really sure how things got to be as they were, but since then, everyone's job was thrown out of whack. Instead of mining, the Dwarves quit and spent all their time in bars drinking themselves stupid until they stumbled home for a beautiful woman to take them in. Unfortunately for them, the adorable maiden had long since run off with the hunter of a wolf leaving Prince Charming confused about his sexuality and his parents the King and Queen dealing with a whole host of disgruntled folk.

In the meantime, the Evil Queen managed to escape her own dungeon with the help of a handsome frog who had originally been a horribly disfigured prince. On the run for whoever it was that took over her throne, she begins searching for people to help her. Unfortunately for her, she encounters a small girl dressed in red, who upon commenting on how big her eyes are, eats her whole before skipping off to find another wolf to skin.

With the world slipping into chaos, will anyone make any effort to put it right, or will everyone just carry on with the chaos that unfolds around them? Does anyone even care? Probably not..

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This RPG is based on Tom Holt's 'Snow White and the Seven Samurai'. It's incredibly funny but you don't need to have read it to join this RPG. Also if you've seen any incarnation of Shrek it's similar. Basically, you can be any Fairy Tale or Nursery Rhyme character. Feel free to examine my sign up form for any ideas.


Name: Ted. Just Ted. That's ALL. You got a problem with Ted?
Who?: Well, since you are just SO eager to know.. [spoil]Rumplestiltskin[/spoil] just don't tell ANYBODY! OK?
Gender: Male
Description: 'Ted' is a dwarf. We'll he's about 3 foot tall. A bit taller than a regular dwarf but clearly he's never going to be the same height as any human. Since his rapid fall from his high position, he's abandoned his regular style of dress and settled for a simple two piece dark brown shirt and baggy trousers, that looks like it's been made out of potato sack (it's not, so don't even THINK of mentioning it!). Some shoes with curled toes and a little hat with a feather on the end are about all he wears. He has messy brown hair and a goatee styled to make him look more evil than he really is.
Personality: 'Ted' is just plain evil. Well no, he's not evil, he just uses people. He loves girls that have no future, and are stupid enough to listen to what he says. He boasts about his past conquests, but they speak very poorly of him. He's had a few famous girls in the past, not that they'd admit it of course. Ever heard of Rapunzel? She was EASY! Anyway, he's not really evil, but he does have a rather nasty attitude and a negative outlook on life.
History: 'Ted' used to make a living keeping nasty kings happy with their stupid female slaves. He's got a knack for making things into gold you see, but recently it seems everyone knows how the get out clause and has been avoiding singing any contracts with him. He's gone out of business quick, and not even turning thread into gold himself has earned him any favours, not since some cheap rip off artist has started copying him.
Other: Ted can turn thread into gold, and maybe some other stuff too. Not that it matters. Also it seems everyone knows his name these days, so he's a bit pisssed off.

Sample:

Ted sat at the bar in the 'Grand Old Duke's Tavern' and downed another pint of whisky in one shot. Burping and flicking a finger to order another the barkeep frowned and began to pour another pint of water with a bit of honey mixed in to make it look like whiskey. Ted hasn't really noticed, the first tiny shot of whiskey earlier had been enough to delude him up until now.

"You look depressed friend, why don't you tell me about it?" the bar keep said, handing over the drink.

"You know, I hate this place. I've been trying to get some work for the past week and so far the only job I've had has been full of stupid little kids."

"You been working at the old pet store?"

"Yeah that's exactly where i been working. I tell you, first day there and they get my name tag wrong. Ruuble SplitSkunk? What the fuck is that all about? I mean hell, that's just lazy. So I'm there anyway and everything seems fine until this little girl walks up.

'How much is that doggy in the window?' she asks

'Which one' I reply

'The one with the waggely tail'

'Oh that one. Well it's about 15 gold coins, but to be honest it shits everywhere and smells like pi[font-verdana]ss[/font], but if you want it I can sell it to you.'

'How much is that doggy in the window?'

'I just told you.'

'I do hope that doggy's for sale'

'Of course it's for sale you daft bint, I just told you it was! Do you have some sort of hearing problem, or are you just stupid?'"

Ted sighed and drunk half the pint in one go. He frowned and stared at the pint. Sniffing it, he realised it was just water and honey and threw it away.

"Anyway, it was at that point I jumped over the counter and began to throttle here. I was fired about an hour later, after they had to call in all the kings men to pull me away from her. She was mumbling something taking a trip to California, but when I was through with her, all she could keep saying was 'woof woof' over and over."

"That doesn't sound to good friend."

"Yeah it doesn't. But I don't give a damn about no one other than me right now. This place sucks, I'm going to find a bar that'll sell me some real drink, not any of this pussy footin' sugar water."

Ted stomped out of the tavern. The bar keep shrugged and went back to washing glasses.

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Let sign ups commence. This RPG is rated NC-17 for strong language and anything else that might happen. Evasion of swear filters is permitted. I have last say on who enters and who doesn't, and I'd appreciate it if nobody commented on other people's forms and left it to me alone.

 

[Lemurian]

Name: Per Player
Who?: The fiddle-player-dude. Who traded his fiddle for a cow. Then, he stole it back. And now he plays for a living.
Gender: Male

Description: Per is long human with strong legs and thin arms. He dresses in green, worn clothes consisting of a thin sweather and a pair of thin trousers. On his back is a fiddle-casket. He has brown eyes and rough brown hair. His shoes are very VERY worn leather that is on the rink of falling apart. Why don't they? Because they are magical!!!...not. They are being held together by some grass, that's why.

Personality: Per is a man with very bad mood. His emotion-scale goes from down-cast to angry to pessismistic about a sun-shine day. He hates talking about cows and will repeatedly whack anyone who mentions cows with his fiddle-casket. He has good memory and a bad sense of direction. He is hard to trick and he has no sense of humour at all.

History: Per was born in a small farming village. His father was a fiddler and his mom a herder. They lived poorly and Per had a very sappy childhood. Well, let's skip the clichè. He got his fiddle from his father on his deathday and his mother took her own life with a pitchfork ( don't ask how ) some days later. Per had to work to keep himself alive and had never enough money. He once had to trade the fiddle for a cow but when it proved that the cow was a man, had infected meat and died 3 seconds after Per touched it, he stole the fiddle back. So now, he is travelling the world, stealing and fiddling for the money. The End of sappy history.

Other:

Sample:

Per was playing in a small bar. The pay was one coin, room in the stable and a small 2-week old bread. But the only other option was to try to kiss a woman in a glass-coffin and become a prince. Yeah right, like that would happen. So Per played.

A man came over to him and squinted at him. "What are you?" the man said. He looked like a troll who had been laying dead under a bridge for 20 years and the scent of his breath was enough to wake the previously mentioned dead troll under the bridge, something that proved that the man was drunk outta his mind. 'Joy...' Per thought. "I am a fiddle-player, what does it look like?" he answered, not stopping the playing.

"You look like a fiddle-player." the drunk man said and staggered on. Per ignored him and kept playing. The bar was empty, except for that previous drunkard, the dwarf who had spread the lie about the sleeping woman and the bar-keeper. Suddenly, a bread hit him over the head. He turned around. It was the inn-keeper.

"Yeah, here's your bread." the short, blonde guy said. Rather strange. There were no short blonde guys other places. Just here. This world was going wacko. Well, if it hadn't been for that it had been wacko for years now. "Now, stop playing, you are scaring the customers." The drunkard had collapsed on the floor and the dwarf had fallen asleep in his ale.

"Which customers?" Per asked. "The customers that were here before." the short blonde guy replied. "You mean that deaf wolf that was running from a girl with a red hood?" Per asked. "Uhm...and that other guy."

"The one who asked for directions to the local smith who could make him a sword out of moonlight?"

"Yeah, him!"

"He was non-drinker, was member of the No-Bar-Except-When-You-Ask-For-Directions-To-The-Local-Smith-Who-Can-Make-You-A-Sword-Out-Of-Moonlight-club. You wouldn't have sold anything."

"Stop making sense!" the innkeeper said. "Do you think this is some sort of fairy tale? Now, go and sleep! And here's your coin." Per looked at it. It was chocolate. "Right."

 

[skiboydoggy]

Sign... Up?

Hmmm... I call dibs on Prince Charming.
Can I?
I will post as soon as I find the time to.

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

No character reversations, post or don't post.

 

[/Exiled/]

actually that was my little brother who said that....jk. i screwed up. My fault, can i reread directions and sign later razor?
I love this kind of rpg -_-

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

Read the RPG again before you make an edit. You've failed completely to understand what you are supposed to be signing up as.

Lemurian - Accdpted

 

[/Exiled/]

yah....

read edited post

 

[Power Shot]

Oh man this sounds funny, I'd love to sign up. I will have a weird character though.

Name: Dreas

Who?: The Beast of Gévaudan

Gender: Dude, or male

Description:

Dreas is an average werewolf, so in result he is very poor looking. He wears a black trenchcoat that is very dirty and muddy over an outfit similar to Adult Link's from Ocarina of Time, but it is colored black. When he transforms, his clothes change with him.

He is tall, about six feet four, but is lean and skinny because his transformations leave him in a tired state because they are draining. His body does have muscle, but in a hidden, secret way that cannot be told from just a glance. His hair is rather dirty, colored black with a hint of premature grey from the stress he deals with. It is long, and looks like wolf hair because he himself looks a bit like a wolf.

His face is grubby and smeared most of the time with mud, he isn't rich enough to even bathe most of the time. He has powerful, almost-hypnotizing eyes that look as though they are staring into your soul. They are large and grey. His nose is a bit longer than most, and his teeth have a slight sharpness to them.

In wolf form, Dreas looks like an average wolf, save for the fact that he is three times the size of an average wolf. His eyes do not change, but his teeth are very sharp. His snout is longer than a normal wolf, and his body is very muscular. Dreas can think in wolf form, but cannot speak with others. His transformations usually occure when he is angry.

Personality: Wolfish in nature, he will usually attack first and ask questions later. He is very smart though, with wolf-like cunning. However, he is not evil, and rarely attacks people unless needed.

History: Dreas was once rich, and lived in a comfortable house with his family, a group of humans that gained their fortune from stealing patents from people. His life was great, up until his twentieth borthday.

On that day, the kingdom discovered the evil ways his family gained money,and soon Dreas was left with nothing. He gambled away what little he had in the lottery like a fool, but lost everything. Then, to make matters worse, he was bitten by a wolf-were, a werewolf that became human on every full moon. Because of the abnormalities in the bite, Dreas becomes a werewolf whenever he wants, but his teeth cannot pass on the werewolf trait.

He considered this bad karma, so he now travels from town to town, aiding those who cannot protect themselves against the horny dwarves.

Other: Dreas transfroms wherever he wants, but cannot pass on the werewolf gene to others. He is usually noble but rarely kind, because while he may help people, he is shunned because he is a werewolf, and made fun of by other werewolfs because he can't make more of them. He is also a virgin, and takes pride in it, as opposed to the horny dwarves. More information about this myth can be found here.

He can also transform certain parts of himself into a wolf without going all out, however, once he is a full wolf, he becomes a beast, and has very little control of himself when enraged in wolf form.

Sample:

In the middle of the bar sat a man with the eyes of a wolf. His grey eyes flickered with little interest with what others were doing. Dreas did not involve himself in the affairs of others, unless his help was needed.

"Mr. Frik, I do declare," said a high voice from the other side of the pub. "Why would you want to do that?"

Dreas turned to see a tiny dwarf with a red beard annoying the singer on stage. She was rather beautiful, but it was clear from Dreas' eyes that she was no **** like other girls that roamed around the town, searching for the dwarves.

Dreas picked up the scent of adrenalin running through the dwarf's body. The girl turned around to continue the song, but the small man contnued.

"Come on baby, I need you bad," he moaned, rubbing himself.

"No, Mr. Flik, I'm not one of those girls."

"Please, I need something, haven't had a girl all week," the dwarf pleaded.

"Hey buddy, she said back off," Dreas said from behind him. Mr. Flik turned around to look up into Dreas' piercing grey eyes. "I think that means you should stop."

"Back out of this," the dwarf answered, before turning around to shout another catcall to the singer.

"That's it," Dreas muttered, picking the dwark up by the collar of his shirt. "I don't think you should stay."

"Well who cares what you think?" Mr. Flik asked, before taking a look at the hand that was grabbing him. It was beginning to sprout fur, and lengthen into a wolf claw. "O-on the other hand, maybe I should turn in for the day, right?" the dwark asked fearfully.

"That sounds like a good idea," Dreas growled, before hurling him out the doors.

Hope that's all right.

 

[Lady Myuu]

Name: Crystal

Who?: The girl with out hands http://www.ucs.mun.ca/~wbarker/fairies/grimm/031.html

Gender: Female

Description: A petite creature with very pale skin, her brown eyes are glazed with depression and her body thin from lack of nutrition, she wears a simple white bed gown wherever she wanders and wherever she may go, she does not care of her hair nor can she with the lacking of hands. She just has two stumps where her hands should be. Her brown hair is lose and untamed the wind had blown it into a mess. She walks barefoot all the time and so her feet are covered in mud.

Personality: A quiet depressed soul. She tends to mumble to herself and never looks anyone in the eye. She will travel from place to place no matter the dangers and has learned to eat with out using her hands though she rarely eats at all. She doesn’t seem to care that she is weak and frail from the lacking of good food and water but tends to speak in riddles or never finishes her sentences if she ever bothers so speak. Oh and she often will freak at the word ‘demon’ ‘devil’ ‘Satan’ or anything to do with the underworld.
Did I mention she fears the words ‘demon’ ‘devil’ and ‘Satan’? … thought so.

History: Was once loved and cared for and a beautiful outgoing girl. But when things began to grow darker for her life her family turned on her, giving her to the ‘devil’ in hopes to save themselves. Crystal spent many a day with the ‘devil’ before she was able to escape or more of forgotten by the ‘devil’ and now wanders in fear of being returned to her ‘master’ she tends to be able to vanish when trouble appears or maybe no one notices her? She doesn’t remember nor does she care.

Other: She has a knack for being able to eat fruit from other people’s yards and not get in trouble for it.

Sample:

A small girl peered into the bar, her eyes glazed as always and her mind off somewhere in the clouds. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going as she wandered in, in night gown and all, her muddy feet leaving prints on the floor.

She tilted her head as she could smell food but wasn’t sure if she could eat it. Maybe they would let her smell it.

She had forgotten that food needs to be eaten not smelled for survival. Foolish girl.

The strange girl wandered deeper into the bar and sat on a stool. The bar keep gave her an odd look as she looked more like a lost child then a costumer.

“Is there something the matter little lady” he asked her though would rather serve a paying costumer then a child. Not that she was a child really.

“He’s coming” Crystal whispered to herself her gown kept her handless arms hidden. “He’s coming through the woods now” she mumbled once more “To carry me off into the hot fires of hell”

the barkeep blinked not really sure what the mad woman was speaking about “I think you have had to much to drink” before remembering she had, had nothing to drink yet. She must just be mad. Oh good.

The girl finally looked at the barkeep her eyes attempting to focus but not really able too thanks to the mad dream she was constently in.

“Thank you good sir, I believe it is time for me-” she paused as she glanced around now, “I have no coins” she broke off in half sentence causing even more confusion for the barkeep. Crystal lifted her arms the sleeves sliding down so that the stumps of her arms could be seen.

“Have you seen my hands?”

“I think its time for you to go” the barkeep pointed towards the door, he had seen enough not to be overly surprised. The girl nodded as she hoped down from her stool and gave a bow.

“I think it is time for me to go, good sir” she mumbled as if she didn’t hear him at first before turning. “The nightingale calls me”

the poor barkeep was left puzzled as the strange girl didn’t seem to make in motion to move before turning back.

“… He is coming”

“… not again” the barkeep whined.

 

[Bluesy]

Like Shrek eh? Does this mean I could be an ogress or a talking animal or a gingerbread man or a princess or a fairy godmother? I'm not gonna try something as cliche as a talking donkey, or at least I hope not. Just asking, cause I sound kind of interested.

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

Perhaps I wasn't explaining properly..

Basically, you can be any Fairy Tale or Nursery Rhyme character

And by that I mean any Nursery Rhyme or Fairy tale Character. Like Red Reding Hood, the Big Bad Wolf, Humpty Dumpty, Goosy Gander, the Grand Old Duke of York, a Blind Mouse or A man on the way to St Ives.

It doesn't mean something that might live in a fairy tale land, it means a specific character. Lady Myuu has the right idea with a character straight from a Grimm tale (albeit one i've not heard of, but ta for the link)

/Exiled/ - Post or don't post, I already said I'm not making reservations or promises

Power Shot - Read above, a random werewolf is not accepted. And please write a description even if you are using the appearance of something else.

Lady Myuu - Brilliant. Accetped

Bluesey - Pretty much. If you can find a story or tale with it in, you can be it.

 

[Power Shot]

I apologize for not understanding. I went and found a werewolf myth that I hope will be satisfactory for you.

 

[Yami Ryu]

Dan I tweaked the history of my character a bit from the story, but outside of some factors, it's basically the same. So is it still okay, or do I need to edit?

Name: Sarah
Who?: The sister to the six brothers from The Six Swans/ http://www.ucs.mun.ca/~wbarker/fairies/grimm/049.html
Gender: Female

Description: Sarah is around average hieght for her age and gender, standing near five feet-three inches in hieght. Long auburn hair is tied into a braid that goes down to the middle of her back while the bangs are unable to be pulled back, by not being long enough, and can cover her dark blue-near black eyes. Her hands are calloused and scared in places, as are her arms and legs, showing she's been through harsh times. Her clothing atire is a simple shirt, pants and a cloak, and she carries a pack in which she keeps some things that don't seem to be for survival. (Ie the shirts/starwort/knitting needles *points to the link*)

Personality: Sarah is a fire brand sort of girl, she won't take anything laying down. Though she is unable to speak, she can get out her feelings well enough by miming/sign language, writing, or simply punching whomever has annoyed her. Or taking one of her knitting needles to them and stabbing them. She isn't afraid to get her hands a little bloodied, as she's ready to do anything to free her brothers from their curse, and herself aswell. But outside of the agression she can hold, Sarah is a nice young woman, that doesn't seem to be overly worried about things. And who would be when you have six 'attack swans' at your call...

History: Sarah was the youngest in seven children, the other six being boys, and her father was the king of a small but well doing country.. or well enough anyways, before the Kings' sister came around. The King hid his children in fear for their lives, thinking his sister would whisk them away for ransom, but she was after a more sinister thing, offing the king one night, and having bribed a servant, found out where the children had been hiding. She used six charms on the boys, to turn them into elagent swans, while the seventh charm caused Sarah to become mute. The wicked woman then framed the girl for the Kings' death and disappearence of her brothers- and fearing for her life the young girl fled into the forest. After a time, she stumbled upon her brothers, and learned from the eldest, what she had to do to free them all from this vile curse. Create six shirts from the Starwort plant, which itself is hard enough, but she could not ask for help, nor take any in making the shirts- which is why her hands look like they do, in teaching herself how to knit. So now Sarah wanders, looking for more Starwort as it takes alot to make a bit of one of the six shirts. She also wanders because the queen, and now seemingly a daughter the queen had before the whole fiasco, want to finish what they started.

Other: Sarah can make shirts out of a plant, what else does she need?

Sample:

Sarah glanced around as she entered the tavern she had stumbled across. It wasn't often she entered places such as this, but beggers couldn't be chosers, and she knew she needed a place to 'hide out' so to speak, and not many would expect to see a seemingly mute girl in a place of buisness such as this.

Not even noticing the few glances she gained as she moved over to where the barkeep was wiping a glass out with a semi clean piece of cloth, the girl made a few motions with her hands before he finally looked up with a grunt. "What do you want," he almost growled out, but the young woman seemed unphased as she pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it over to tha man.

With a grunt he snatched it away from the woman and peered at it with suspisioun before breaking out in laughter, "You, work for me? As what, a serving wench?"

Sarah was about to pull out another bit of paper with a pre written answer, this had happened so many times she didn't need to waste time in the now with writing the answers, when a drunken lout came up, saying something in a slurred speech, to which the barkeep scowled, "Get out of here you drunken lout, if you can't pay you can't stay!"

What the barkeep said must have translated into something else entirely, for the drunken fool turned his attention from the barkeeper to Sarah, and made as if to grab her. Seconds later, found the fool howling in pain as Sarah had stabbed a wandering hand with a knitting needle before calmly handing over another piece of paper to the barkeep. And on it read 'A deterent to fools like that.'

"Fine," he said after a moment. "But less stabbing next time. Or you'll be the one cleaning up the blood."

 

[skiboydoggy]

Guess I have to do this half asleep then. Oh well.

Name: Prince Charming. (Actually, it's just Charming.)
Age: Transcending Time and Space. Although he looks 21.
Gender: You see the Prince title? Well, guess.
Who: Prince Charming, as in P-R-I-N-C-E C-H-A-R-M-I-N-G. Honestly, is anymore explanation needed?

Appearance: As Prince Charming, he is of course, Charming. Brilliantly handsome, immensely good with blade, wit, and all forms of women, the Prince is indeed one of a kind.
With blond hair, and shining blue eyes that could hypnotize almost anyone who made eye contact, he is well, handsome. Not to mention fair in the face despite his countless jauntings across land and sea to get the women he desired.
As for clothing, while I would like to say it varied, it most certainly did not. At least while not in the presence of others. Always in white armour, that was by the way, completely mudproof and reflected most forms of magic, (apart from "Frog" spells,) and heavily decorated with jewelry of all sorts to dazzle the women, it possibly costed as much to smith his suit as to buy the nation food for a month. Also, adoring his head was a light, elegant crown, which despite the differences in style, fitted with the rest of his clothing perfectly.
Another thing to note about his physical appearance would be that he always carried a sword that was lined with weed killer and gems, and that he always rode a white horse. Female.

Personality: As Prince Charming, he is of course, Princely. Not to mention an arrogant little berk who was damn good with words but daft to the point of impossibility. Simply because he enjoys kissing every girl he meets on the street. Suprisingly, despite all the negativity about him, he is still a hopeless romantic and will fall head over heels for anything that involves girls, glass coffins, abandoned castles, and evil stepmothers.
It should be interesting to note that he is extremely stuborn, a Casanova, rarely punctual, has raging hormones, despises weed plantations, likes heavy sleepers, and falls in love immediately with a good voice. Although the face might or might not put him off.
Oh right, and he despises his name. Makes women recognize him too easily. Therefore, he has a million and one aliases that he forces the royal scribes to make up, including Hourn Ebass Tart, Ian Daf, and Reell Es Tupid. Of course, he also has proper sounding ones too, but those were the most popular in the palace.

History: Making an appearance in the lives of Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, the Frog Prince, the Beauty and the Beast, and many other famous stories, the Prince is hardly one anybody would not know, and is hardly one anyone would not love.
Unless you were ugly, male, poor, and/or lacked a daughter.
Having a harem of a thousand women was certainly a problem, although he managed it just fine with his time distortion powers. Actually, not his but the royal mage's, but he rarely told that to anyone. He reserved three seconds for each woman amongst his many, and it seemed like an eternity each. Actually, it was stretched to seem like so, but nobody complained. Spending second with the Prince was like spending an eternity in heaven, granted you were a woman he loved. However, lately he has seemed to have lost a bit of his touch, and not every woman automatically swooned over him at sight anymore, which was rather unfortunate.
Not that he complained though, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and the most beautiful ones were still easy to catch.

Others: Haha, Princey is not who you get in Shrek. No Godmother backup.

Sample:
"Excuse me, foreign Prince passing through! Excuse me... Oh, hello."
Dismounting his horse to kiss the hand of the two hundred and fifty-second most beautiful woman in the world he had ever seen. Watching the girl blush as he did, he knew that he had acheived half of what he had wanted to do the moment he had set his eyes on her.
Whispering a few little words into her ear, he watched as she seemed to melt before his very eyes, and he knew he had gotten rid of three quarters of her barrier. Beckoning for her to follow him, he lifted her onto his horse and mounted it himself. (As in rode, not... Never mind.)

Bringing her to the nearest tailor shop, he quickly bought him over with coins worth plenty more than anything he had ever seen before, and set him to work with the finest silks he possessed. Of course, he aided the process quite some with some of the palace's famous magicks, which no doubt helped more than a little, because in less than a minute, the dress was complete.

Granting it to the now crimson faced girl at his side, he watched as she mixed in her shyness with a sense of awe and wonder, at the man beside her and what he could do. Right now, she only knew the smooth silk dress that was in front of her, the Prince beside her, and what else the wondrous man could do. The Prince on the other hand, knew everything that was happening around him, and in fact was already prepared to leave the girl. After all, if he married every woman that he ever found beautiful, not even all the magi in the world would have a spell that would grant him enouh time.

So as she changed, he left, giving the tailor another generous tip and leaving a fluttering note behind for the girl to read. Undoubtedly, she would be unhappy, but she would get used to it in time, and would at least have something to show for it.

"So, on to my true mission. One that does not involve the interference of women..."

Note to self: Serebii's font is stupidly small.

 

[Bluesy]

Hope you like it. I kind of mixed the history with another fairy tale I liked (came in second place with character choosing). And the sample was not bad for my attempt at winging it. If you need any changes, just say so.

EDIT: Thanks to Lady Myuu for helping me out with the description

Name: Merwin
Who?: “The Strange Musician” http://www.ucs.mun.ca/~wbarker/fairies/grimm/008.html
Gender: male
Description: Merwin stands around five foot even, he is of slender build and has short raggedy red hair. He has bright green eyes and a face full of freckles on his dark caucasian skin. He wears medium brown peasant trousers, burlap brown peasant shirt, dark green tunic and an old black belt around the waist of his tunic. A small coin pouch is tied to the side of his belt to carry his extra fiddle strings and tip money. He walks around in worn peasant shoes and carries around a good condition fiddle.
Personality: Though he can drink and swear with the best of them (more drinking than swearing), Merwin can be a kid at heart. He can be a great friend, but he’s kind of picky when it comes to choosing friends. He can be a trickster in order to get rid of people he doesn’t like. And for a childish trickster, he can be a mean drunk.
History: Merwin was born and raised a normal peasant boy with a strange name. Then in his younger childhood years he was given a fiddle, which he practiced and played nearly all his free time. Then when he turned ten he began to travel the land, from town to town. His only means of money was earning tips from townsfolk and barflies. It was the perfect life, just him and his fiddle. Then the time wandering alone got to him and he decided to find friends, but the ones he didn’t like he ditched by tricking them. His last friendship was with a woodcutter who saved him from a vengeful wolf and hare, then a donkey who would later become a member of The Bermen Town Musicians.
Other: He’s sensitive about his freckles, though you can barely see them through his dark skin. He’s eighteen going on nineteen, believe it or not for his size.

Sample:

The bar was a little on the empty side that night, only a few freaky looking people wandered in for the evening. This didn’t seem to bother Merwin, as long as the barkeep doesn’t mind him playing at his table then it’s okay with him. The eighteen year old propped his foot up by his empty glass, which only had a copper in it from an anonymous tipper. Waiting for his next drink, all Merwin could think of doing while he waited was saw a few tunes out of his fiddle.

As he played on, an old gentleman sat down at a table next to Merwin. Interested in his fiddle playing, the old man pulled out a small coin. “Excuse me, good man?”

Merwin paused and lowered the fiddle down a little as he rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know the solo to The Devil Went Down to Georgia, and yes, I’ve heard that line before.”

“Uh, no. I was wondering if you could play that song again,” the old man replied. “That was lovely.”

“Oh, thanks old timer,” Merwin smiled. “Though, confidentially, I made that one up. But let’s see if I can wing it again.”

The pauper boy was about ready to play again, but before he could inch the bow he saw a full glass placed onto the table by his tip glass. Merwin gladly reached over and downed his drink before he played. There was a few moments of musical silence in the bar before Merwin lowered his empty glass and strum the bow over the strings. After stringing out a few notes and chords, he took a deep breath and tried to copy his last ad-libbed ditty.

About halfway into the song, the old man casually said with a frown, “That doesn’t sound like the other song. Your last try was better.”

The bow screeched an odd tone as Merwin halted his playing in annoyed surprise. Seeing as the old man’s copper was in his glass, Merwin glared out of the corner of his eye and replied, “Yeah, well, no refunds, old man.”

“For a young boy you play pretty well,” the old man added. “Why don’t you stay at my house for a couple of days and entertain me with your fiddle. I will gladly pay you.”

Though tempted by money, Merwin didn’t like this man one bit. The five minutes he spent with the old fart was ten minutes too long. Thinking fast, Merwin looked down. “Uh oh, do I spy someone’s wallet?” he asked as he pointed down at the ground.

“Er, where?” the old man asked as he looked down.

While the old man was distracted, Merwin jumped out of his chair and tipped it over onto the old man’s backside. As he struggled, Merwin dashed off to a corner of the bar counter. The peasant boy silently giggled as the old man struggled to his feet and stormed out in a limping huff. With the evil deed done, Merwin placed the tip glass on the counter and began to string a few chords.

Just as he began to play, Merwin felt something tug onto his elbow. He glanced over at the barkeep with a hand on Merwin’s sleeve. “No playing at the counter,” the barkeep told. “I can barely hear myself think over that chicken scratch.”

Merwin slumped down in his seat as the barkeep walked over to service a customer. Placing the fiddle on the counter and dangling the bow at his side, Merwin grumbled, “****, they’re running out of good places to fiddle.”

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

Renegade, skiboydoggy - Accpted

Bluesey, Powershot - Can you expand on your descriptons a little mor eplease

 

[Bluesy]

Hmm... my description looked bigger in word format. Well, I can try

EDIT: how's that?

 

[Power Shot]

Of course, I have expanded what you requested.

 

[Ytnim]

I thought that Rumplestiltskin smashed his feet into the ground and tore himself in two? Anyhow here's my character.

Name: James

Who?: The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Gender: Male

Description: James is an average sized guy, about 5'9" but with little to no muscle on him whatsoever. He has a mop of black hair on his head but its usually hidden under his backwards blue cap. He wears a blue robe, that has several different colour patches sown all over it. It drapes down to his feet and drags along the ground, hiding his feet. In his left hand is a wand, so to speak. It is really just a piece of a tree branch rounded off with two magical runes enscribed on it. The Sorcerer misplaced his spare wands, and so had to "make" James a new one. His cap is also magical, like the Sorcerer's own hat, except that it has nowhere near the same power. The Sorcerer ran out of wizard hats too, and only had a cap left, so James got that. Tucked inside his robe is a worn notebook, half full with scribble about magical incantations and spells.

Personality: James is a nice enough guy, but puts himself down regularly. He dreams of some day becoming a Sorcerer as powerful as his master, but shoots himself down just as quickly. His memory is rather ragged, and he only ever half listens to anyone. He remembers what he wants, but basically forgets everything else, no matter what it is. He has lived a rather sheltered life with his master, with little to no contact with the outside world, making him quite naive and gullible.

History: After James left his village and moved in with the Sorcerer, he thought he was supposed to learn magic but was treated basically as a slave, doing all the cooking and cleaning and stuff. He got fed up his master's crap and when he left one night, he grabbed his master's hat and tried some magic. This lead to the whole "Broomstick incident" which James would rather forget, but he cannot somehow. The Sorcerer decided to teach him some magic after that, he didn't want his castle screwed up again, and so his magic lessons began. James has several years of magic training under his belt now and his master has let him loose on the world to right wrongs and all that stuff.

Other: James has an avid fear of Broomsticks, and has nightmares about them every night. The spells he knows:

Sheep: Turns the target into a sheep for some time between 1 second and an hour. This spell regularly backfires on James who usually finds himself as a sheep much longer than the spells duration, 1 day is his record, so he avoids using this spell whenever possible.

Conjure Food: Conjures a loaf of bread. Sometimes the bread is mouldy, or just disappears after a few minutes, but most of the time James gets this spell right first time.

Conjure Water: Conjures a bottle of fresh water. James was determined to get one over on water and so has basically perfected this spell.

Slow Fall: If the target is falling, or falls within 30 secs of this spell being cast, they will fall slow enough not to hurt themselves from impact. James has about a 50:50 chance of getting the spell to work correctly. If it doesn't anything from the target's falling speed doubling or flying into the air has happened, so James is reluctant to use this spell often.

Blink: Teleports the user forward 20 yards. James has had some messy attempts at this one, not teleporting himself completely, leaving an eye or something behind. He has gotten over that now, and direction is his major problem now. Usually this doesn't do much harm, but finding yourself 20 yards in the air or underground. For some reason the spell has always made a hole just big enough to fit him each time he's gone underground, but getting out is still hard.

Sample:

<Insert Random Sample Here>
No, it's coming, just wait a little longer, please?

 

[SnowStorm92]

Name: Kazz

Who: The fox from “The Gingerbread Man”

Gender: Male

Description: Kazz is about 4 feet tall and walks on both 2 and 4 legs. He has orange fur, which is white in some places (tail tip, ear insides, stomach). Around his waist he has two pouches: one that has coins, and one that has assassin items. Around his neck is a small black leather shark-tooth necklace that was a gift from when he robbed from the National Bank of Cookie Doe. Around his right side of his neck is a black bandanna, sometimes, he will put this over his mouth.

Personality: Kazz is a rather nice and shy fox. Rather quick on his feet and extremely smart, he is an ideal thief. Rarely does he attack people as he hates the screaming, but on those certain occasions, he has to assassinate someone. Most of the time he is calm and collected, however in life or death situations, he tends to go to his imaginary friend, Shannon the Fox.

History: Abandoned when he was young, Kazz was sold to the wolf clan Kasha to be sued in stew. However his bets friend Shannon rescued him, and they fled the country side together. Soon they began to train themselves to steal, something Shannon was against. One day however, when Kazz was coming home, he found a note saying that Shannon was being held hostage, it was signed with a long claw mark. Now Kazz seeks the wolf clan to rescue his friend, and to break the “spell” of bad luck that is on him.


Other: Being a master thief, Kazz has learned to trust his instincts, which is why he want to the Thief Lord, master of all thieving. Below are some of his skills:


Shallow of the Night: Kazz blends into his environment; however, if anything trips or touches him, he is able to be seen.


Smoke Bomb: Kazz throws down a smoke down, basically as a retreating cover.

Thousand Shadow Dash: Kazz clones himself into one thousand shadow clones, if these clones are touched, this disappear, however if they attack the enemy, the attack hits, and then they disappear. The clones do whatever Kazz does, even if he walks off a cliff.



Sample:


The Gingerbread man whistled as he walked back into his home, all the lights where out.

“Funny,” he thought to himself, “I thought I left a light on.” Shrugging off his mistake he continued to whistle, flipping on the light switch. Right in front of him was a fox with a black bandanna over its eyes. The Gingerbread man dropped his bags. “What the ****!” The fox jumped to the ground and looked up.

“Im back,” he said as it raced for the cookie. Gingy, as he is sometimes called, dropped his mouth and ran for the hills. “Run, run, run, as fast as you can, Im going to kill you!”

“AHHHH,” screamed Gingy as he raced down the small stone covered path that led out of his house, the fox right behind him. The fox seemed to glide right across the grassy hills. Gingy glared evilly and jumped backwards, facing Kazz. “**** off,” he yelled as he threw two candy canes that were as sharp as any samurai sword ever made.

“****,” cried Kazz as he jumped to the side, falling into a rolling tumble forward and creating a cloud of dust that could be seen for miles. By the time Kazz got up, Gingy was long go. “Ill get you *** wipe,” Cried out Kazz as he bit into part of Gingy’s house. “Not bad, not bad,” continued Kazz as he ate away the three story house.