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Please submit (this means PM) all templates to darkangel76 for approval before posting them, thanks. NOTE: approval is to ensure consistency of RP, nothing more. So if you've already stated your interest, don't worry! Everything will be done to make sure that the profiles fit the tone, etc. for the group RP if it comes to that. However, I doubt much of that will be needed. But again, do wait for the final 'ok' before posting up your profile to this thread. :)

Also, please. ONLY POST PROFILES IN THIS THREAD. All questions, etc. should be placed in the interest thread until we've gathered enough RPers to open an OOC thread (which will probably be fairly soon given how things seem to be going). Thank you.

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[b][i]The Basics ~[/i][/b]

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Nickname:[/b] (if any)
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Birth Location:[/b] (Country, Town, etc.)
[b]Race:[/b] (human, dwarf, etc.)
[b]Class:[/b] (ranger, healer, priest, fighter, etc.; if nothing pertinent, just leave it blank or state NA)

[b][i]Appearance ~[/i][/b]

[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Basic Physical Description:[/b]
[b]Other Features:[/b] (includes scars, birthmarks, etc.)
[b]Visual Representation:[/b] (pictures should be approximately 150h x 100w pixels as an example or provide a link, though avatars of appropriate size will be needed once we get posting)

[b][i]Background ~[/i][/b]

[b]Personality:[/b] (list 5 - 10 words that describe your character at minimum)
[b]History:[/b] (How and where did your character grow up? What was their childhood like? Did anything notable occur in their lives?)
[b]Family:[/b] (provide information regarding parents, siblings or any other pertinent relatives; may include a mini bio on them if needed)
[b]Likes:[/b] (of the nonsexual kind)
[b]Dislikes:[/b] (of the nonsexual kind)
[b]Fears:[/b] (list at least 2)
[b]Best Memory(ies):[/b]
[b]Worst Memory(ies):[/b]
[b]Favorite Color(s):[/b]
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] (are they straight, bi, same sex oriented, other; are they submissive vs dominant vs switch vs vanilla; how experienced are they or are they a virgin?)

[b][i]Additional Info ~[/i][/b]

[b]Horror Likes:[/b] (any and all things you are willing to incorporate in a Horror RP... at least with your own character)
[b]Horror Dislikes/Limits:[/b] (any and all dislikes/limits you will NOT incorporate in a Horror RP... at least with your own character)

Interest Thread - http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=55335
OOC Discussion Thread - http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=55423
RP Thread - http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=55613
 
The Basics ~

Name: Scarlett.
Nickname: 'Red'.
Gender: Female.
Age: 16
Birth Location: A small village nestled near the mountains of northeastern France, bordering the Germany/Switzerland region.
Race: Human.
Class: NA

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Blue.
Weight: 5'0"
Height: 105 lbs.
Basic Physical Description: Short, slim, hourglass shape, B-cup breasts.
Other Features: A few random scars from traipsing through the woods that surround her village.
Visual Representation: 


Background ~

Personality: Inquisitive, innocent but curious, loyal, determined, can be gregarious at times (hopefully in an endearing way).

History: Scarlett grew up in a tiny village located in northeastern France, however both parents eventually died before their time. Fortunately, her grandmother was still living and able to take her in, so she moved to be with her after she lost both parents.

Being outside the protection of the village there was an incident when her grandmother's house was oddly attacked by a rogue pack of wolves. In an attempt to protect Scarlett, the old woman had the girl thrown into a small wardrobe where she figured she'd be safe. Scarlett remained in the wardrobe for several hours while her grandmother dealt with the pack, the trauma of being confined causing Scarlett to come to hate both the dark and closed in and confined spaces.

Scarlett was always happiest traipsing through the woods picking berries and flowers--something that always worried her grandmother. The old woman always tried to tell the girl that she needed to use caution whenever she ventured outside, that dangers lurked everywhere. But, Scarlett needed her freedom to breathe the open air and to walk about as she wished. Her grandmother feared this would be Scarlett's undoing much like the unfortunate accidents that befell her parents all because they weren't cautious enough or willing to take advice or let others--who were trustworthy--help them.

On one particular walk through the woods, Scarlett found a secret grove that was hidden away and off the main trails. She considered it her own little private place she could run off to whenever she needed time to herself away from her grandmother. It was where she could go and think and let all her worries… everything… melt away.

Family: Scarlett was an only child, however long, harsh winters eventually took her mother and a lumbering accident eventually took her father. However, her paternal grandmother--still being alive--took her in so that she'd have someone to look after her. The old woman's cottage was located in the woods just outside the village in which Scarlett grew up.
Likes: Long walks, flowers, sweets.
Dislikes: Being nagged, losing her way.
Fears: Darkness, tight spaces.
Best Memory(ies): Finding her secret grove.
Worst Memory(ies): Losing both parents.
Favorite Color(s): Red.
Sexual Orientation: Scarlett is straight and definitely submissive. She is also a virgin.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Blood (can be drunk/swallowed, losing it), blood play, knife play, cutting (being cut or doing the cutting), gore (murder, battles, etc.), vore (traditional where character gets bitten, eaten either partially or mostly), character death (just want them to come back so I can keep playing, lol), scarification/branding/abrasions, gruesome and/or dark creatures, mental mind fuckery, kidnapping, some noncon, necromancy.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Certain surgical torture (and it really will depend as I have a strong stomach, so most will probably be ok), anything bathroom, insects/spiders (phobic...but large out of the ordinary insects/spiders are ok since they aren't as realistic in my head), bestiality (this is NOT the same as anthros and weres... those are perfectly fine).
 
The Basics ~

Name: Jasmine
Nickname/Title: Princess Jasmine, Jaz
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birth Location: Agrabah
Race: Human
Class: Aristocrat/Princess

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light blue
Weight: 105 lbs.
Height:5'2"
Basic Physical Description: Slender, tan skin, B-sized cup
Other Features: -
Visual Representation:

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Background ~

Personality: Free-spirited, Intelligent, Brave, Adventerous, Caring, Stubborn, Rebellious
History: Jasmine grew up in the palace of Agrabah. Her mother died giving birth to her and thus she was raised completely by her father. Due to her royal status, she was spoiled and given everything she desired and asked for. Although it was nice in Jasmine's eyes and mind to be pampered, she found herself desiring independence as she approached her teenage years. The urges became stronger as her father began to hint she should seriously consider marriage. Even though it's supposedly a law in Agrabah for her to be wed by a certain age, she's been delaying it while insisting to her father she has yet to find the right man. This never makes Hamed happy to hear; however, since he loves and cares for Jasmine so much, he agrees to continue to wait and allow her more time. Jasmine is currently still stalling and trying to avoid being forced into an unhappy marriage while seeking out the man who is right for her.
Family: Hamed [Father - Alive]
Sultana [Mother - Deceased]
Likes: Helping others (especially the lower class citizens), adventures, fighting, children
Dislikes: Snakes, forced into situations she doesn't like (especially marriage), lies, Jafar
Fears: Being forced into an unhappy marriage, having a miscarriage and losing her children (for when this bridge arrives as it were).
Best Memory(ies): Sneaking out and exploring Agrabah on her own, any moment that allows for Jasmine to be more independent and free, any memory that includes her father or Aladdin.
Worst Memory(ies): Anything involving snakes or Jafar
Favorite Color(s): Primarily any shade of blue with red as a close second
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, switch, complete virgin

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Kidnapping, rape, blood play (drinking/losing it), knife/weapon play, torture/interrogation (can be as merciful as a slap to the face or brutal as breaking a joint. Ask me on this, I'm pretty flexible.), fear factors, psychological warfare, being roughed up, gore/fights, branding, being forced into slavery, etc.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Scat, Vore, Watersports, Removed Limbs (Up for possible negotiation), Death (Also up for possible negotiation since revivals are allowed in this RP.)
 
The Basics ~

Name: Belle
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birth Location: A small village in France
Race: Human*
Class: Unknown at this time.

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Turquoise
Weight: 135lbs
Height: 5'6
Basic Physical Description: Belle is of an average height, curvy and surprisingly well toned, her eyes once a lovely shade of hazel are now a brilliant turquoise that she cannot explain.
Other Features: Belle has a wicked, jagged scar down her shoulder blade, another feature she cannot explain.
Visual Representation: Belle

Background ~

Personality: introverted, shy, clever, wary, paranoid
History: Belle grew up in a quiet village in France, very little ever happened there up until Belle was almost 18. Rumors began spreading of a monster in the woods, one that stole and slaughtered livestock. The creature would snatch the animals in the night and leave them partially devoured near the edges of farms and homes.

Over the course of the next year, much to the horror of the town, the beast began stealing children. Dozens of children went missing and the townsfolk grew wary, paranoid. Eventually they enforced a curfew, no one was permitted out after dark. Shortly after the curfew went into effect, the beast began attacking the adults that patrolled the town at night. The bodies would be mauled, torn apart and half eaten near the outskirts of town.

As Belle neared her 20th birthday she came to realize the monster was targeting people she spent time with or had a connection with. It was the day of her 20th birthday, when the worst possible happened. Her father's body was found outside their small home, barely recognizable. Belle was not the only one to notice her connection to the victims, the villagers soon realized and seeing her own father dead they feared she was cursed and chased her from her home.

From than on, Belle wandered from town to town, a string of brutal murders haunting her as she desperately tried to evade the monster stalking her from the shadows.

Family: The only recent family member Belle had was her father Maurice, now deceased. Her mother died while she was very young and she has no other siblings.
Likes: reading/books, tea, quiet, riding
Dislikes: loud or crowded places,
Fears: her past, the monster chasing her, that she is cursed, the dark
Best Memory(ies): The day her father purchased her horse.
Worst Memory(ies): Her father's death.
Favorite Color(s): Blue
Sexual Orientation: Belle is straight, presumably more of a submissive partner though later events may indicate she is more of a switch. Given the fact that people tend to die after getting close to her, Belle is still a virgin.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: I have never done a horror RP so I am not 100% sure what I like, I am pretty flexible in regards to writing things like this.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: As for dislikes, not up for anything that should be in a toilet and as silly as it sounds anything involving insects is a nope. Just nope.
 
The Basics ~

Name: Robin Hood
Nickname: Robin
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birth Location: Nottingham, England
Race: Human
Class: NA

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Weight: 165 lbs.
Height: 6'1"
Basic Physical Description: Tall, lean and muscled with a cool look about him.
Other Features: Scars from stray arrows and combat with swords. Nothing major though.
Visual Representation: Robin Hood

Background ~

Personality: Chivalrous, Smart, Courageous, Bold, Caring.
History: Growing up in Nottingham, Robin's dad and older brother went off to fight the crusade with King Richard, leaving him all alone in the town as King John took over for his brother. When the taxation of the citizens started to occur, Robin decided to take a stand, and using his amazing archery skills to become somewhat of a mercenary for the people and became the bandit, stealing back the gold the authorities had taken from his friends. After Richard returned, Robin still worked as a mercenary, taking odd jobs and working for money, doing an cold-blooded job he needed to get paid.
Family: Father and Mother both deceased, brother lived after crusade but never returned home.
Dislikes: Not getting paid, people who won't cooperate, an unstrung bow.
Fears: Captivity, losing a competition.
Best Memory: The return of King Richard.
Worst Memories: The Beginning of the reign of King John and the death of his father.
Favorite Color: Sky Blue
Sexual Orientation: Robin doesn't like to admit it, but he is bisexual. He had several affairs with women, but also has fooled around with men at times. He is a switch, preferring to be top with women and rarely is bottom, but is bottom when with men.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Body Carving, Vore, Gore, Blood, Death, Eaten, Bite, Violent Breeding, Torture and Humiliation, Some water sports. All are giving and receiving.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Scat (I'm sure there's more here)
 
The Basics ~

Name: Elsa.
Nickname: None.
Gender: Female.
Age: 18
Birth Location: Arandelle.
Race: Human.
Class: Cryomancer.

Appearance ~

Hair Color: White.
Eye Color: Blue.
Weight: 5'4"
Height: 115 lbs.
Basic Physical Description: Average height, slim, hourglass shape, B-cup breasts.
Other Features: Nothing notable.
Visual Representation: 


Background ~

Personality: A bit reclusive (but hates it), mood swings, can be obsessive, paranoid, can be jealous, loyal.

History: Elsa grew up in Arandelle, seemingly loved by her parents and younger sister, Anna. She'd been cursed with the gift of cryomancy and taught that she needed to conceal it in order to gain control of it. However, it only made things worse and caused a major rift between she and her sister. Her parents died by sea when they needed to make a trip to a neighboring nation, leaving her and her younger sister as the sole heirs to the kingdom of Arandelle.

Elsa's powers were eventually revealed to Anna and the rest of the kingdom causing her to flee into the mountains. However, Elsa's fear caused Arandelle to fall into an eternal winter, which she later learned to thaw when she realized that by letting go of her emotions and no longer concealing what she was allowed for her to be able to do such things at will.

Upon her return, Elsa reclaimed the throne of Arandelle and opened up the kingdom's gates. But she never felt like she truly belonged. Shortly after, she handed the crown over to Anna and fled, never to speak to her sister again.

Family: Elsa's parents died when she was 15 years old when traveling by sea. She has a younger sister, Anna, though she hasn't seen her since Arandelle opened up its gates forever and she handed the crown over to Anna, allowing her sister to rule the kingdom in her stead.
Likes: Snow, ice.
Dislikes: Arrogance, liars.
Fears: Being alone forever, losing her powers.
Best Memory(ies): Leaving Arandelle for the last time.
Worst Memory(ies): Losing both parents, but worse yet realizing that most of her strife in life had been a direct result in her family's insistence that she constantly hide who she was and what she could do.
Favorite Color(s): Blue and white.
Sexual Orientation: Elsa is straight and definitely submissive. She has very little experience, but has at least kissed a man. Despite her efforts, most men fear her and as such she is still a virgin.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Blood (can be drunk/swallowed, losing it), blood play, knife play, cutting (being cut or doing the cutting), gore (murder, battles, etc.), vore (traditional where character gets bitten, eaten either partially or mostly), character death (just want them to come back so I can keep playing, lol), scarification/branding/abrasions, gruesome and/or dark creatures, mental mind fuckery, kidnapping, some noncon, necromancy.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Certain surgical torture (and it really will depend as I have a strong stomach, so most will probably be ok), anything bathroom, insects/spiders (phobic...but large out of the ordinary insects/spiders are ok since they aren't as realistic in my head), bestiality (this is NOT the same as anthros and weres... those are perfectly fine).
 
The Basics ~

Name: Esmerelda
Nickname/Title: -
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birth Location: Paris, France
Race: Human
Class: Gypsy/Dancer

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light blue
Weight: 125 lbs.
Height: 5'6"
Basic Physical Description: Slender, tan skin, D-sized cup, Often seen with many pieces of jewelry on her including anklets, bangles, and necklaces.
Other Features: -
Visual Representation:

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Background ~

Personality: Clever, Feisty, Bold, Selfless, Caring, Strong, Free
History: Esmerelda was raised by a group of gypsies. Because of her upbringing, she took up many of their traditions, including dancing while using a tambourine, palm reading, and tarot cards. Unfortunately, she was raised in an era where many of the citizens of France were ... iffy on her tactics and people. Thus when she began officially making herself known into the world and offering her services for her fortune telling methods, it only made things worse. At first, the people all tried it, figuring no harm could come from it. But when the predictions began to come true, everyone started to panic and viewed the gypsy as a witch. She desperately tried to talk and reason with the people but of course, none would hear poor Esmerelda out. The Church in France began a witch hunt, intending on having her as their first victim.

The gypsies who raised Esmerelda, however, wouldn't allow the Church to execute this so easily. They bought the sixteen year old time by stalling and fighting those who sided with the overzealous priest off. It didn't go well at all for the gypsies but that was fine with them. In the end, they achieved their goal and managed to help Esmerelda escape.

She has been living along the outskirts of various cities of France, trying to keep a low profile and avoiding any who may know her name, face, or both.
Family: Names of Parents Unknown - Both deceased
Likes: Dancing, helping others, palm/tarot card reading
Dislikes: People being judged unfairly (especially by petty things like appearances), injustice, lies
Fears: Being burned at the stake, being buried alive
Best Memory(ies): Being able to freely dance, being raised by her gypsy 'family', doing palm and tarot card readings for others.
Worst Memory(ies): Being driven out of France, being hunted
Favorite Color(s): Any shade of the following: Red, blue, black, white
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, switch, complete virgin

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Kidnapping, rape, blood play (drinking/losing it), knife/weapon play, torture/interrogation (can be as merciful as a slap to the face or brutal as breaking a joint. Ask me on this, I'm pretty flexible.), fear factors, psychological warfare, being roughed up, gore/fights, branding, being forced into slavery, etc.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Scat, Vore, Watersports, Removed Limbs (Up for possible negotiation), Death (Also up for possible negotiation since revivals are allowed in this RP.)
 
Alice

The Basics ~

Name : Alice
Nickname : N/A
Gender : Female
Age : 23
Birth Location: Westminster, England
Race : Human
Class : Fighter

Appearance ~

Hair Color : Blonde
Eye Color : Blue
Weight : 120 pounds
Height : 5'4
Basic Physical Description : Petite frame, pale smooth skin, innocent blue eyes, slender shoulders, long elegant fingers, small breasts and slightly flaring hips and full soft pink lips.
Other Features : A scar on her right hip from when she fell down the hole.
Visual Representation : Alice

Background ~

Personality : Seems normal....
History : Alice grew up in a small town in Westminster, England. There wasn't anything that had ever happened in her life that was worth remembering, not until she fell down a hole and into wonderland. But even still, things had not even begun to change for little Alice. When she returned, being a child she was eager to tell her parents about what had happened to her. Her parents were not amused and sent her off to the Taunton Insane Asylum. Poor little Alice was never quite the same.
Family :
Mother - Caroline / Deceased
Father - Charles / Deceased
Sister - Lorina / Deceased
Likes : Books with pictures, Caterpillars, Butterflies, rabbits, blood, tea and cakes.
Dislikes : Talking flowers, Hearts, Cards, Cats, midgets, Royalty and family
Fears :
1- Spiders
2 - Asylums
Best Memory(ies) : Traveling through Wonderland.
Worst Memory(ies) : Being locked away in the Taunton Asylum.
Favorite Color(s) : Blue, white, teal, gold and light purple
Sexual Orientation : Heteroflexible, switch and Very little sexual experience.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Blood, torture [Being the one who tortures not the one being tortured for the most part] Knife play, fire play, gore, death [so long as I get revived] Hunting, Mind fucks...[may add more. If you don't see it listed up here just PM me and ask]

Horror Dislikes/Limits: Spiders [Phobic so I'm dead serious don't fuck with me on this.] Insects, Scat, Vore, Necrophilia [Zombies really...] Bestiality [might want to ask me about it since it's kind of odd in this RP] Watersports...[may add more. If you don't see it listed up here just PM me and ask]
 
The Basics ~

Name: Adgar
Nickname: The Judge, Claude Frollo
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Birth Location: Arandelle
Race: Human, Necrotic
Class: Priest

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Gray
Eye Color: Glassy
Weight: 196
Height: 5'11
Basic Physical Description: Gaunt and thin, appearing older than he is, with raised cheekbones and a sinewy, bony frame, long, spidery fingers, and a demeanor indicative of class, an expensive education, and matter-of-fact elitism.
Other Features: Pale, deathly skin.
Visual Representation:
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Background ~

Personality:
x Protective
x Vengeful
x Elitist
x Sociopathic
x Paranoid
x Self-absorbed

History: I was born Adgar of Arendale, son of Ulfwyn, heir of the kingdom of Arendale, and I was born with what, over my life, danced from being a gift to a curse to my mark in that twisted nightmare that we've all come to call home. I was born a healer - wherever I walked fruits bloomed, flowers blossomed, and the land itself was revitalized. Magic ran through our blood and my father, his kingdom deep in debt, saw my gift as a solution to our problems, a salvation from Arendale's financial oppression.

And it was. The mountainous Fjord we called home suddenly became a thriving marketplace for spices and fabrics of exotic beauty. They called me the Lifespinner. Of course, that kind of a title comes with implications that run much deeper than revitalizing crops. The first time I was presented with a corpse I didn't even make the connection. A farmer had come to me in the throne room with the body of his wife in his arms, completely silent. He asked me, and for about a minute or two I simply stood there, frozen like a deer, before ordering him out. He roared in a fit of rage, threw one guard into another, and charged at me... before collapsing at my feet, aging eighty, ninety years in three seconds until all that was left was a dry, patchy husk.

What followed was a blood-hazed upheaval the likes of which Arendale had never seen before or since. The Lifespinner was out of control - taking life with just as much nonchalance as he gave it. My parents, always my fiercest advocates, were slaughtered like treasonous savages, ripped apart into pieces so small and mangled I couldn't even try to bring them back. Only then did I understand the fear that had accompanied the adoration, even when I did what I did for them. Only then did I realize that to them, to the world, every savior is just one bad decision away from a tyrant. I was strange, foreign, and so easily misunderstood. I made a scene - covered myself in blood and proclaimed that my powers had been taken back, taken away, that our family's magical lineage ended with me. Of course, it was all an act, but they bought it.

I had become paranoid, afraid, but I was required to take my place at my father's throne, was required to lead a people who weren't skewering my head on a pike only because they thought I had purged myself from me. The thought of them finding out ate at me, but so too did the idea of reanimation. What if it wasn't that different? What if I could bring the dead to life? What if I could live forever?

I was young, and prone to experimentation, so I tinkered. I don't recall how many times I failed, how many sleepless nights I spent feeding life to whatever piece of dead matter I could find, until my first success blossomed to life. Rock trolls. Short, burly things from an ancient time, locked away in a perpetual, comatose hibernation for reasons that still elude me to this day - brought back to the realm of the awake by my hand. The eldest among them had much wisdom to offer, so I listened, and for the first time in my life, I had a friend who knew me for what I was, knew what I hid, knew what I held.

Many years passed and Arendale remained a bustling center for trade, our boats of merchants and princes flocking to our docks, for Arendale's reputation remained, even when her fields wavered. Our economy soared and soon enough Arendale had a queen. Idun was a gentle soul - frightened by things she did not understand, but gentle. I loved her, but I couldn't tell her. I couldn't have her bear my burden. So I tried to forget. I tried to do what everyone else did: I pretended I was no longer the Lifespinner. But a pretense can only go on for so long, even if everyone believes it.

My first daughter, was born with my magic in her blood. It was a different kind of magic, but nonetheless, something we needed to keep secret. I wasn't surprised that Idun was with me all the way - she loved me and we both loved our daughter, and when it was necessary to bear a burden together she bore her gladly and with pride.

Soon enough it became evident that her power was... dangerous. I couldn't let her bear the guilt I did. I tried to help her, tried to guide her through her pain, wishing so much that I could show her that I knew exactly how it felt, that I was right there with her, but knowing that it would only complicate the matter. I just hoped that she would find some way to push away her power like I did and try to live a normal life - to laugh and smile and love and pretend to be one of them. I never wanted her to box herself up, but for now it was helping, so it seemed like the prudent thing to let her be for now, and to hold her hand while she slowly climbed out when she was ready. That was before I died.

I was never a fan of ships. But being the lord of a bustling trade hub meant it was important to keep relations and certain ones required more than an ambassador, but a king's personal attention. I was supposed to die at sea that day. I was supposed to close my eyes, my arms squeezed around my wife, the last words I heard a whispered "Hold me, Adgar".

I was supposed to die.

Very few things are as nauseating as drowning to death so many times in succession that you lose count until your broken carcass smashes into a rock and you finally wake up again to air - after coughing about a liter of water out of your lungs first, of course. I wanted to greive, but the drumming in my head left no space to think. Survive. It was the only perogative, it had to be. I was tired, hungry, so utterly drained it looked like I had aged twenty years in a month. By the time the dust settled I was a monster, a being of twisted life and borrowed years, warped too thorroughly for me to face my daughters again. The only path from this point was forward.

Part of it felt almost exhilirating. I was always given my life, told how to lead it, expected to deliver. There was a this rush I got from the idea of building myself from the ground up, a sort of pride that everything I was, I had earned. I took another name, of course - Adgar had to die in the arms of his wife, with his dignity intact. Elsa needed my memory more than she needed me.

Claude Frollo. I pieced the name from various monks and merchants I met during my travels. By the time I had reached Paris the language, the accent, and the demeanor of a local came naturally to me. The city was vibrant, disorienting, and home to more murderers per capita in any city on earth save one. It was perfect.

The experiments started with gruesome dissections on the dead and, eventually, the living. But so long as I was targetting murderers, thieves and rapists, it felt like a social service. I tried to bring a few back to life, but the process was crude, messy, and they ended up ripping themselves apart or rotting away in a matter of weeks. Just having fresh corpses wasn't enough, it seemed. I had to do to them what had happened to me. I had to create a need to break away, a drive to get out, a will to survive so powerful that their fear, their hate, their panic, their seething pain would guide them through those brief moments of death, to keep their blood hot and surging for as long as it took them to rise again. I had to torture them. And I had soon grown to love it.

"The Judge". A street name I had earned. Where the French Judiciary System failed, the Judge would succeed. I had garnered quite a reputation among the people, and a deep notoreity to the point that I owned the night without even asking for it, and soon enough, I was the de-facto masked ruler of France. Crime rates plumetted. For once, people felt safe walking the streets. All, of course, save the gypsies.

Liars and thieves, the lot of them. Wanderers and vagabonds drifting from one con to the next, spewing fables like sirens, tempting and scheming. Whatever innocence they have as babes leaves the moment they learn the trade that is in their blood. And yet, some crossed paths with the Judge before then. I know the agony of pulling a child from her father, but I could not allow them to learn the sick, twisted lifestyles of a twisted people. Those who could be saved were sent to monasteries and orphanages. But wherever the Gypsy plague took root the only recourse was bleeding it out. What did it matter if a few vanished every night? What did it matter if they all did? Paris had her Judge, her savior, her tyrant. I had long grown over the unnecesary distinction between the two. France belonged to me, and from her slinking alleys to her towering cathedrals, slowly creeping beyond her borders, the Judge's verdict reigned supreme.

Family:
Parents, Deceased
Wife, Deceased
Two Daughters, Alive
Likes: Mindgames, Poetry, Torture, Children
Dislikes: Peasants, Theater, Gypsies
Fears: The Sea, Elsa coming to harm
Best Memory(ies): The birth of my daughters
Worst Memory(ies): The death of my wife
Favorite Color(s): Black, Silver, Steely Grays
Sexual Orientation: Straight, Pure Dominant, Mildly Experienced

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Gore, gore, and more gore. Necromancy. Zombified, mismatched and mutated abominations. Knifeplay, breathplay, ropeplay and temperature-play. Sexual and non-sexual torture. Slaughter and reanimation.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Sexualized submission




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Most of the Judge's followers are simply that - believers in a safer France, a safer world. That the threat of the hammer, the verdict, is a necessary fear to bring those who would seek to harm the innocent into line. They support him the way a civilian supports a government he believes in. And then there are the Deathless - those who take direct orders from their master, those directly involved in upholding the Pax Emori, and destroying those who would seek to tarnish it.


The Masterpiece
The most powerful of Frollo's creations, Quasimodo the masterpiece is a singular entity that spearheads every aspect of the Judge's Hammer - strong, quick, relentless, and fiercely loyal. The stuff of nightmares, Quasimodo has the power to make gods made flesh seem like mere trifles. Though sluggish of mind, his body is one of ruthless, inhuman persistence, insistent on its master's verdict... and the sentence that follows.

The Acolyte
A small, elite group of both living and undead, the acolytes are Frollo's apprentices - necromancers of great potential who Frollo seeks and endears himself to. No singular acolyte pales in comparison to his master, but they each still have substantial power and are necessary in keeping a vast empire, and its incessant need for arrow-soakers, running.
Known Acolytes: Iago

The Adept
Equal in rank to the acolytes, despite their lack of necromantic power, adepts are characterized by just that - a profound adeptness with something. Both living and undead, adepts are the Judge's most powerful political pieces. Demagogues, advisers, con-men, assassins or merchants, the adept is someone deeply proficient at getting things done, and with ample resources to do so. Many, but not all, are also fiercely loyal to their master.
Known Adepts:
Known Ex-Adepts: Jafar

The Warlord
Battlefield commanders par excellence and almost always undead, warlords are the leaders of the Judge's armies. Generals in the purest sense, each warhost (the collective term for a warlord and his soldiers) has the manpower to crush whole nations and, typically undead, does not suffer from the maintainance, exhaustion, and morale problems of a living army.

The Slate
A peculiar group, the slates are, surprisingly, still living - though only on paper. They are creatures wound up by no amount of supernatural power but by sheer, relentless torture. Designed by a particularly sadistic adept, the slates have since incorporated themselves into Frollo's ranks. Slates are broken souls, minds utterly wiped from ruthless, torturous, extensive mental trauma, hopelessly loyal to their masters, who may then mold their slates into assuming identities for as long as it would fulfill the master's purposes, often employed as spies or sleeper agents.

The Templar
Much like slates, templars are always alive. The difference, of course, is that a templar comes to serve willingly. Most do so out of a desire to conquer death and be honored with a place among the unliving. A few, however, (and more often than not the best of them,) owe their lives to the Judge already, for one reason or another - usually in appreciation of granting justice to or saving the life of a loved one.

The Enforcer
Inspired by the Masterpiece, enforcers are massive abominations of muscle and bone, built like gruesome ogres and behaviorally not much different, either. Lacking the flexibility of their inspiration, enforcers are designed for all-out, open-fields war, and, though fast in straight charges, are incredibly clumsy in the winding, labyrinthine context of a bustling city.

The Stalker
Everything the enforcer is not, the Stalker is a creature designed for relentless pursuit. Agile and quick, stalkers, while still stronger than most mortals, are far inferior to the hulking enforcers in terms of brute strength. Stalkers typically travel in packs with a raptor-like mentality, hunting deserters and vagabond gypsy bands.

The Grunt
Glorified pincushions, a grunt is slow, clumsy, and easily bested by a warrior of moderate skill. On the plus side, grunts require no torture or process to animate, and can thus be raised en mass with incredible ease. Their mindlessness makes them effective shock troops and their hunger for flesh means, in large enough numbers, they can swallow whole cities. Grunts who consume enough flesh may, in time, develop a cancerous growth, transforming them into stalkers or enforcers.

The Troll (Rock & Ice)
A much older design, trolls are creatures animated from nonliving matter. Unlike most of the undead, a troll is not created per say - it is found sleeping and awakened. Some may be grateful for the gift of renewed life, others less so. It is clear that these are ancient creatures who walked the earth long before mankind, but the reason for their hibernating exile is still not yet understood.
 
The Basics ~

Name: Gaston
Nickname: NA (currently)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birth Location: A small village in France
Race: Human(may change due to story events considering the nature of the RP)
Class: Unknown at this time
Appearance ~

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Weight: 158
Height: 5'11
Basic Physical Description: Gaston has a fit build and is quite lean, has a very squared face, most of the time disheveled hair, and wolf's fur on his hands
Other Features: Gaston has gruesome jagged two scars across his lower back due to his fateful encounter with the beast
Visual Representation: Gaston
Background ~

Personality: Stubborn, Loyal, Devious, Humorous, Analytic
History:Gaston grew up in a quiet village in France, very little ever happened there up until around his 19th birthday. Rumors of the mysterious beast had piqued his interest being a local hunter and fur trader. However this fascination would turn to a fierce lust for vengeance when during a fateful night that took his brother from his family, the beast left him for dead after he attempted to confront it (didn't see its' face clearly since there was a thunder storm that night)

That had been the last of the children taken before the curfew came into effect, making so that only foolhardy mothers and fathers went to their grave, orphaning up to a third of the village's population. However not a soul went hungry due Gaston's implementation of a practice where no part an animal should be wasted no matter how strange the appendage.

Unknown to most of town however was that Gaston had already began to suspect Belle's obvious connection to the monster, seeing it as a territorial alpha fending off outside elements from its' claimed mate.
However, the death of Belle's father made him question this theory. Worse yet was the sudden mob that seemed to materialize to run the young bookworm out of town, preventing him from questioning her any further.

Now he pursues her, hoping to find the answers to the many questions on his mind and hoping to end the beast's murderous spree once and for all, even if it kills him.
Family:
Father: Francois- Alive but the two don't speak often due to his addiction to the bottle that resulted from thinking his life is some sort of divine joke
Mother: Marie-Deceased, death by lupus when he was 15
Brother: Jean-Deceased, Taken and presumably eaten by Beast when Gaston was 19 (main driving force of his quest for vengeance)
Likes: Hunting, Tracking, Tea or Coffee, Reading
Dislikes: The wasting of pelts and food from animals, angry mobs
Fears: Dying for nothing, Belle rejecting his offer of help
Best Memory(ies): Anything involving Belle or Raggs, being given his pet wolf Raggs
Worst Memory(ies): His brother being taken by the beast, His Father's spiral into alcoholism, Belle being run out of the Village
Favorite Color(s): Any shade of Red, Green and Black
Sexual Orientation: Gaston is straight, Presumably dominant though gradually could be revealed he is more a switch. Due to responsibilities is still a virgin
Additional Info ~
-Has been rumored to have an innate ability to befriend some animals
-Has often in the last ten years spent days on end in the forest alone without saying a word to anyone, no one except his drunkard father knowing what he does during that time
-Raggs his pet wolf is known to display a degree of above average intelligence though Gaston claims he has not ever been trained
-Has finally been able to have Raggs recognize the beast's scent as way in an attempt to track it down
Horror Likes: Pretty much open to anything
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Bathroom Stuff, Bugs, Clowns(yes you heard me Clowns :T)
 
The Basics ~

Name: Doctor Facilier
Nickname: The Shadowman
Gender:Male
Age:34
Birth Location: Louisiana Bayou
Race: Half Naga, half human.
Class: Voodoo Bokor, and Tarrot Reader.

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Weight: 155lbs
Height: 6'4"
Basic Physical Description: Spry, and tall, Facilier is a dark skinned thin man, who walks with a level of class not normally equanted with his level. Normally he has a kind approachable face, however with the wave his hand he gains a layer of glowing face paint to highlight his sunken cheeks making him look like he has a skull over his already slightly sunken eyes. He tends wear a suite, and has many tools of his trade strung about him.
Other Features: Gap tooth,
Visual Representation: Doctor Facilier

Background ~

Personality: Fast Talking, Greedy, cheater, power hungry, funny, quick thinker, approachable, snake oil salesmen.
History:
Doctor Facilier was born as the product of lustful relations between a naga royal, and a young man lost in the swamp. The result between the two however was surprisingly human in shape and form.

Growing up his environment was one of shadow craft, and folk magic. His blood made it much easier for him to take to crafts such as fortune telling, and as his power as an adviser to the many shadow spirits around him grew he gained friends and favors.

In time the world of humans came to know him as the shadow man by reputation, and his greed, and power over others fueled him to create a front for himself in a small curiosity shop, offering potions, tarrot readings, and other such services.

However his shop was a front for a much larger operation for his shadows, and when Facilier failed to keep his promises to his friends, they collected their debts from him, and Facilier was dragged into a grave, and presumably buried alive.

However Facilier was not killed so easily, and in time the shadows that were holding him in prison in the underworld, eventually came to find a new town, and a new place where he could be put into use.

Facilier has been returned to life, his powers restored to him, and has taken to running a new shop in the town. However this time his friends are keeping a very close eye upon The Shadowman, and his debt to them is much much larger.

Family: Father, and mother deceased, mother's head is shrunken and among his collection of items. Was an only child.
Likes: Money, Power, Magic, having people in debt to him. Naive people.
Dislikes: Being in debt to others, people he can't cheat, Gambling when he can't cheat.
Fears: Failing to pay back his friends on the other side and being sent back to the underworld. Loosing his power over someone else and not being able to cheat them.
Best Memory(ies): Starting up his curiosity shop.
Worst Memory(ies): His friends turning on him and burying him alive.
Favorite Color(s): Purple.
Sexual Orientation: straight, dominant, experienced.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: I only have one limit so just ask me and I will likely be up for it.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: PREGNANCY. just no... keep all babies, children, pregnant mothers in the thread away from my characters @_@.
 
Cheshire Cat


The Basics ~

Name: Cheshire Cat
Nickname: Shi [Pronounced "Shy""
Gender: Female
Age: N/A
Birth Location: N/A
Race: N/A
Class: Fighter

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Reddish brown
Eye Color: N/A
Weight: 170
Height: 5'8
Basic Physical Description: Shi is Alice's polar opposite as far as body type goes.
Other Features: "Birth mark" on the back of her neck that looks like a tiger stripe.
Visual Representation: Cheshire Cat


Background ~

Personality: Mischievous, playful, stubborn, intentionally difficult.
History: N/A
Family: N/A
Likes:
1 - Killing
2 - Napping
3 - Milk
4 - Causing trouble
5 - Warm spots
Dislikes:
1 - Clingy types
2 - Dogs
3 - Bugs
4 - The Cold
Fears:
1 - Being forgotten
2 - Dark, small enclosed spaces.
Best Memory(ies): N/A
Worst Memory(ies): N/A
Favorite Color(s): Purple, green, gold, red, black
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, dom, Sexual experience is unknown.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Blood, torture [Being the one who tortures not the one being tortured for the most part] Knife play, fire play, gore, death [so long as I get revived] Hunting, Mind fucks...[may add more. If you don't see it listed up here just PM me and ask]

Horror Dislikes/Limits: Spiders [Phobic so I'm dead serious don't fuck with me on this.] Insects, Scat, Vore, Necrophilia [Zombies really...] Bestiality [might want to ask me about it since it's kind of odd in this RP] Watersports...[may add more. If you don't see it listed up here just PM me and ask]
 
The Basics ~

Name: Pocahontas
Nickname/Title: The Last Powhatan, The Fallen Princess
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birth Location: Jamestown, Virginia. Currently residing along the outskirts in between England and France.
Race: Human
Class: Druid who specializes in empathizing/communicating with animals and nature

Appearance ~

Hair Color:Black
Eye Color: Light blue
Weight: 115 lbs.
Height:5'4"
Basic Physical Description: Slender, copper skin, C-sized cup, has a red tribal tattoo around her right arm, wears a necklace her mother used to wear
Other Features: -
Visual Representation:

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Background ~

Personality: Free-spirited, calm, independent, determined, stubborn
History: For most of her life, Pocahontas was raised by her father and the rest of the Powhatan tribe. When she reached sixteen, the concept of marriage was shoved and encouraged upon her by her father. Chief Powhatan specifically had his eyes on Kocoum and tried to insist to Pocahontas he would especially be good for her. Pocahontas refused, however, and kept to her more free-spirited nature.

Later that year, the Englishmen arrived in Jamestown. While most of the tribe were afraid of the white men, Pocahontas was more intrigued than anything. She, in particular, befriended John Smith and Thomas. After an unfortunate tragedy which resulted in Kocoum's death, a war got close to breaking out between her clan and the Caucasians. In a desperate effort, she rushed towards where John Smith was supposed to be executed and thus start the war and threw herself over him, shielding him in the process.

When Powhatan realized he wouldn't have had it in himself to kill his daughter and John Smith in the process, he called the violence off. A treaty was made instead which allowed any of the Englishmen to return to Jamestown whenever they so desired.

And indeed they did take up this offer. Two years later, they returned, with a new man in charge of them all. His name was John Rolfe and he offered for Pocahontas to come to England as the ambassador for the Powhatans. After some consideration, she agreed, seeing nothing to lose and everything to gain. What she didn't know, however, was this had been a set up. While she had been away, all of the Englishmen save for John Smith and Thomas took the liberty of killing off her entire clan and family. The two men had the unfortunate obligation of informing Pocahontas.

For months, she mourned her fallen family, unsure of what to do. The answer was obvious. But could she truly sink that low? When the nightmares became too horrible and the memory kept haunting her, it was then that the princess realized there was no other way. If Pocahontas didn't avenge her family, they would never be able to rest in peace. So, she waited for the perfect opportunity.

That arrived in the form of a party that John Rolfe hosted. To return the favor and thank both John Smith and Thomas for warning her, she did the same back. She told them that she'd taken the liberty of mixing in some natural (meaning made from roots, plants, etc.) venom into the drinks and not to consume any of it. Because of the origins of the poison, it had no easily detectable scent or taste. And by the time anyone began to understand what was happening, it was far too late.

Although Pocahontas knew the next thing to do was kill John Smith and Thomas, she couldn't go through with it. So instead, she fled England. Ever since her own revenge, she's been living on the outskirts between England and France, hiding from even the last two men that knew her out of fear that even they will eventually turn on her.
Family: Chief Powhatan - Deceased, Unnamed mother - Deceased, Entire clan - Deceased
Likes: Nature (Enjoying it especially), Swimming, Animals, Running
Dislikes: Injustice, War, Arranged Marriages, Disrespect for Nature
Fears: Being alone forever, Being captured for her crime and/or killed, Being betrayed by John Smith and/or Thomas
Best Memory(ies): Anything involving her family, Nakoma, and/or John Smith, Being given her mother's necklace
Worst Memory(ies): Being told her entire clan was massacred, Forcing herself to get revenge for her tribe
Favorite Color(s): Primarily black although she can be fond of any shades of red and/or blue
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, switch, complete virgin

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Kidnapping, rape, blood play (drinking/losing it), knife/weapon play, torture/interrogation (can be as merciful as a slap to the face or brutal as breaking a joint. Ask me on this, I'm pretty flexible.), fear factors, psychological warfare, being roughed up, gore/fights, branding, being forced into slavery, etc.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Scat, Vore, Watersports, Removed Limbs (Up for possible negotiation), Death (Also up for possible negotiation since revivals are allowed in this RP.)
 
The Basics ~

Name: Cinderella.
Nickname: Ellie.
Gender: Female.
Age: 16
Birth Location: A random city in northeastern France.
Race: Human.
Class: NA

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Pale blonde.
Eye Color: Amber.
Weight: 5'1"
Height: 105 lbs.
Basic Physical Description: Short, slim, hourglass shape, B-cup breasts.
Other Features: Nothing notable.
Visual Representation: 


Background ~

Personality: Selfish, bratty, attention-seeking, vain, loyal to those who help and/or pamper her.

History: Ellie was an only child, her mother dying when she was only 4 years old. Her father remarried when she turned 10 years old, the woman having two daughters of her own. Ellie did not like her stepmother or stepsisters very much, especially since they seemed to take away the time she was able to spend with her father not to mention any and all gifts lavished upon her now had to be divided by three. Her father died when she turned 15 years old causing her to fall into a fit of despair, literally feeling like all hope was lost and that the entire world was nothing but place filled with cruelty and injustice.

Ellie sulked and fell into deep depression for that year following her father's death. Her tantrums causing her stepmother and stepsisters much misery, especially since the only joy she found was when money was spent on her. The girl's greed only grew worse the more depressed she became, angering her stepmother to the point where she finally had no choice but to cast her out onto the streets. The hope? That she'd wake up to reality and face the fact that her father was gone and that life didn't revolve around riches and luxuries.

In her anger, Ellie tried to go back home, but she was an outcast, no longer allowed onto the premises of her father's estate. With no other alternatives left to her, she tried to make it on the streets. Needless to say, she didn't last very long. Quickly, she was run out of the city and forced outside its protective walls. She was seen as a nuisance and a petty, yet horrible thief. Not knowing what else to do, she fled into the woods and headed to the nearest village, staying in barns by night and the cover of woods' tree line by day. Her hope? To somehow gain back the riches she once enjoyed, to be treated like the 'princess' she knows she is.

Family: Ellie's natural mother is deceased as is her father. Her stepmother and two stepsisters live, but she hasn't spoken to them in almost a year.
Likes: Silks, flowers, getting her hair brushed.
Dislikes: Being yelled at, being dirty.
Fears: Being alone, insects.
Best Memory(ies): Spending time with her father.
Worst Memory(ies): Finding out her father died. Being cast out of her father's estate and being forced to live on the streets.
Favorite Color(s): Blue and black.
Sexual Orientation: Ellie is straight and definitely submissive. She is also a virgin.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Blood (can be drunk/swallowed, losing it), blood play, knife play, cutting (being cut or doing the cutting), gore (murder, battles, etc.), vore (traditional where character gets bitten, eaten either partially or mostly), character death (just want them to come back so I can keep playing, lol), scarification/branding/abrasions, gruesome and/or dark creatures, mental mind fuckery, kidnapping, some noncon, necromancy.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Certain surgical torture (and it really will depend as I have a strong stomach, so most will probably be ok), anything bathroom, insects/spiders (phobic...but large out of the ordinary insects/spiders are ok since they aren't as realistic in my head), bestiality (this is NOT the same as anthros and weres... those are perfectly fine).
 
The Basics ~

Name: Maleficent
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Birth Location: Unknown
Race: Fae
Class: Sorceress

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gold
Weight: 140 lbs
Height: 5'11
Basic Physical Description: Maleficent is tall and narrow, while she is often fully cloaked, her limbs appear to be longer and jointed oddly compared to typical humans. Her fingers are longer and have an extra joint. Her eyes are a golden color but can flucate into hazel or green depending on her mood. Her skin is a pale green hue and she appears ageless.
Other Features: She has two curved horns on her head.
Visual Representation:
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Background ~

Personality: aloof, manipulative, perceptive, powerful, cunning, venegeful
History: Very little is known about Maleficent, she is a powerful being that was once belonged to the Unseelie Court, home of the Dark Fae in the world. Fae belong to the Unseelie court are often tricksters, devious and troublesome, thriving off the pain and suffering of humans. However they are not technically evil, it is simply their nature. The Fae are governed by a strick magical law, it binds them stronger than anything and there are serious consequences for acting outside it. Maleficent, was never happy with these laws and often pushed the boundaries. She became very talented in causing pain and suffering and reveled in the ability to a point where even the Unseelie Court could no longer ignore it.

They deemed Maleficent too evil to remain apart of the Court and banished her, thinking she like most banished Fae would simply fade away. Unfortunately, she realized very quickly that her banishment worked entirely in her favor. Outside the Court she was no longer bound by troublesome Fae laws. Free of her kinds main weakness Maleficent began to manipulate human lives, causing as much pain and chaos as possible. This was her sustanance, she thrived and grew powerful. The downside to her banishment was that she was unable to enter any lands or affect any human claimed by either Court. Still she was able to cause a large amount of havoc before her thirst for power was sated...for a time.

As time wore on and Maleficent became more wise to the world, her methods grew more subtle and more cunning. She began to watch the world for those influential people that would better the world, or change it drastically in some way. When she found them, she would alter their fated path and the resulting chaos caused by it fueled her ever growing power. There is only one thing Maleficent fears now, she fears that one day someone will take away her power, that she will be ousted from being one of the most powerful Fae Sorceress' At this point her power borders on god like, which of course has made her some powerful enemies as well as some powerful allies. Most consider her to be immortal but this is an untruth, she is just very very hard to kill and she makes a point of destroying the life of any potential threat before they have a chance to become one.

Currently Maleficent is pulling the strings on the lives of many would be heroines, influential men or any other person that might have struck her fancy. She is trying to instigate fighting among the future powers, the chaos from such a battle would fuel her power for decades to come.

Some of her known powers include shape changing (a black dragon being one of her most common, also includes a fox, a raven and a spider), illusionary magic, fortelling and scrying, fel flame along with a whole host of general arcane knowledge.

Family: Meph, one of her children. See Monsters profile for details.
Likes: Chaos and Power
Dislikes: Peace, Order, Iron
Fears: That someone will eventually find a way to kill her.
Best Memory(ies): Having her son Meph
Worst Memory(ies): Being rejected from the Unseelie Court
Favorite Color(s): Black, Green, Gold, Purple
Sexual Orientation: Maleficent isn't a particularly sexual being and thus has no prefence. When the mood strikes her she is likely to take it from whatever interests her at the time. She is most certainly dominant.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: I have never done a horror RP so I am not 100% sure what I like, I am pretty flexible in regards to writing things like this
Horror Dislikes/Limits: As for dislikes, not up for anything that should be in a toilet and as silly as it sounds anything involving insects is a nope. Just nope
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[b][i]The Basics ~[/i][/b]

[b]Name:[/b]Hades
[b]Nickname:[/b] NA (currently)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male (mutable)
[b]Age:[/b] Unknown
[b]Birth Location:[/b] Greece
[b]Race:[/b] Greek Deity
[b]Class:[/b] God of death

[b][i]Appearance ~[/i][/b]

[b]Hair Color:[/b] Blue, Red, Black (depends on mood)
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Yellow (mutable)
[b]Weight:[/b] 160 (mutable)
[b]Height:[/b] 5'11 (mutable)
[b]Basic Physical Description:[/b]
[b]Other Features:[/b] (includes scars, birthmarks, etc.)
[b]Visual Representation:[/b] 
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[b][i]Background ~[/i][/b]

[b]Personality:[/b] Scheming, Manipulative, Devious, Moody, Wrathful
[b]History:[/b] Being birthed and immediately eaten by your father wasn't the best way to start life as the god of death. Like all but one of his siblings Hades sat until young adulthood in the belly of his titan father Cronus, that is until his younger pompous brother Zeus overthrew him and forced him to spit out the young death god and the rest of his kin. From there it was downward spiral for Hades, always being made the villain of most Greek myths, the most famous of which being his marriage to the beautiful spring goddess Persephone. However he would continue to stew in the underworld for millennium to come, that is until a certain fey sorceress came to his dank little corner of his existence. She had given him the first bit of true entertainment for awhile, an offer he being who he was couldn't refuse. However it was when one soul was given the gift of bestowing false life that he had once again been given his nemesis. Adgar....... Frollo........ Jafar, no matter what name the Lifespinner took Hades would soon seek his demise.  Hades grew more wicked to the Lifespinner through the latter's life,  taking his wife, birthright and his dignity from him. But still the death of this foe eluded his grasp. However in this game woven by Maleficient he now patiently waits and plots, seeking to tip the scales of fate itself in order to finally rid himself of the Lifespinner once and for all. Death waits for no man, and the foolish "Judge" of France will soon see that more than mere mortals work toward his swift demise and the torturing of his soul by Death himself.
[b]Family:[/b] 
Father: Kronos- Deceased
Mother: Rhea
Sister: Hestia
Sister: Hera
Sister- Demeter
Brother: Zeus
Brother: Posiedon
[b]Likes:[/b]  Fire, Cerberus, New souls
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Frollo, Necromancy, Water
[b]Fears:[/b] The loss of the underworld, Absence of death
[b]Best Memory(ies):[/b] Getting new souls, Capturing Persephone
[b]Worst Memory(ies):[/b] The start of Frollo's necrotic rule
[b]Favorite Color(s):[/b] Black, Red, Blue, White
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Hades is straight (though that's a given due to shape-shifting abilities), dominant, Sexual experience unknown

[b][i]Additional Info ~[/i][/b]
~Currently watches the heroes and heroines of the story with rapt interest, employed to keep them alive for another purpose
~Watches the proceedings from a very comfy couch in the underworld
~Seeks to torture Frollo in life and in death
~Has heard tell of a young woman possessing mastery over the element of ice who is also born of nemesis Frollo, making him quite interested in capturing her and making her unknowingly turn against her father
[b]Horror Likes:[/b] Pretty much open to anything
[b]Horror Dislikes/Limits:[/b] Bathroom Stuff, Bugs, Clowns(yes you heard me Clowns :T)
 
The Basics ~

Name: Fenrir
Nickname: The Wolf
Gender: Male
Age: Non specified.
Birth Location: The forest outside of a small town in france.
Race: Dire wolf spirit.
Class: Druid

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Grey\Black depending on how you look.
Eye Color: Yellow.
Weight: N/A
Height: N/A
Basic Physical Description: Fenrir is most commonly seen as a wolf some 4 times larger then the others around him. He is a dire wolf, and where most other creatures of the forest have tanned brown hides, Fenrir's fur is shades of black and grey. Few have seen the forest dwelling creature, but most report him as a living dire wolf.

At the same time there are stories of a beast of great power, walking upright as humans do. This creature is what most people called a werewolf, and is often 'seen' deep in the forest. It's grey fur and yellow eyes match with the powerful dire wolf, and that is because they are one in the same. His body in this second form is more robust, and the muscles show through in an odd hybrid state. Neither human nor wolf it is the uncanny valley between the two.

Lastly in times of need, Fenrir holds a human like spirit form. This form has only ever been seen when the wolf feels it needs to tame it's feral mind and act as a true guardian spirit to the forest. It's skin is pale, and it gains long grey hair, it does however keep it's yellow eyes, and it's ears are like those of a wolf. It also retains a short bushy tail. Most that have seen this form would consider him 'dream like', and Fenrir considers seeing this form an honor which he does not bestow upon just anyone.

Other Features: N/A
Visual Representation:
Wolf

Hybrid

Spiritual

Background ~

Personality: Feral, deviant, Trickster, hungry, Arrogant, Dominant and controlling.
History:
Fenrir has long been a guardian of the forest around the small town. He remembers when it was merely an outcropping of people, and for the most part his role in history stayed relocated to the shadows. His job as a guardian of balance leads to a kind of Karmic pain. Often humans who would venture into his forest too deep, would find themselves eaten, their bodies being discovered days later on the road dragged to the for front.

However Fenrir did have a soft spot, and often children who ventured too deeply in the woods would simply find themselves turned around, and walk out of the woods fine. Always the children would spin tails about how they walked along side a giant wolf.

As time progressed and he became the guardian spirit of not only the forest and the town, he had his first of several run in's with Melificient. For the most part the two tolerate one another. However they concern themselves with two very different things and as long as they do not cross each others boundaries then neither considers one a threat to the other, a kind of spiritual non aggression pact was signed between the two a long time ago.

Most recently Fenrir became the guide of Scarlett, a young girl who more often then not wandered far too dangerously inside his own forest. Nature took much from the girl, and so as was his job Fenrir allowed nature, and the forest to provide some relief for her. Allowing her to make the forest her home, however these things come with a price one that the wolf has yet to collect on.

Family: The forest, and most if not all the animals around it are considered his family in some way. However this is especially true with the wolves.
Likes: Food, Rage, Hunger, Balance,
Dislikes: Tranquility, Seclusion, fire. Necromancy.
Fears: Forest fires while not lethal to him they take far too long to repair and mend they drain his power. Unexplained forest rot
Best Memory(ies): Finding Scarlett, and having a good meal.
Worst Memory(ies): Any talk with Melificient.
Favorite Color(s): Grey\black.. dogs can't see color.
Sexual Orientation: Strait and dominant, also he mates cross species because he is a wolf.

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Pretty much anything.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Pregnancy, breeding, keep it away from me.
 
The Basics ~

Name: Aladdin
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Birth Location: Agrabah
Race: Human
Class: N/A

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Weight: 185 pound
Height: 6'2"
Basic Physical Description: Tall, lanky, and has muscles to him that may not be noticeable or distinguishable due to size
Other Features: N/A
Visual Representation: Aladdin

Background ~

Personality: Quick, deceitful, daring, humorous
History: Born in Agrabah, Aladdin's parents died/left him at a young age. He took up stealing and pick-pocketting to make a way in life. He got in constant trouble with the palace by trying to win the favor of the beautiful princess Jasmine. Aladdin, getting in constant trouble with Jafar, is eventually banished by the man in hopes he will stop trying to gain the princesses attention.
Family: Mother- captured/abducted at a young age and presumed dead. Father- Left when he was young. Location and status unknown.
Likes: Luck, fez's, Jasmine, winning
Dislikes: Jafar, water, loss of hope
Fears: Being tied up and thrown in the water, being outsmarted.
Best Memory(ies): Winning over Jasmine
Worst Memory(ies): Being banished
Favorite Color(s): Purple
Sexual Orientation: Straight male with dominant tendencies. Very little sexual experience with only kissing Jasmine.
Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Body Carving, Vore, Gore, Blood, Death, Eaten, Bite, Violent Breeding, Torture and Humiliation, Some water sports. All are giving and receiving.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Scat (Some other things possibly)
 
Name: Mr. Rabbit
Nickname: White Rabbit
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Birth Location: Fields outside of france
Race: Rabbit
Class: Scout

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Dirty White
Eye Color: Black
Weight: 33lb
Height: 4.2"
Basic Physical Description: Scrawny, Lanky
Other Features: Facial twitch in the right eye
Visual Representation:
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Background ~

Personality: Nervous and generally flustered with an inability to sit still for long periods of time.

History: White was born into a ill-gotten lavished burrow in rabbit high society through the sale of the family line into subservience by his great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather, being the first in the litter he grew up with the weight of the family syndicate on his shoulders a life of stress and underhandedness and at the age of 25 was forced to inherit the position as head of the family when his father was executed due to failure and was given the pocket watch that signifies the leadership entrusted to him.

After the fall of the red queen, life for the family went back to what was considered normal. With this new found freedom White had started to leave the burrow, venturing into the forest. While few events had happened to him since his excursions, one day upon returning to the entrance he was suddenly seized by the scruff and dragged away. The withered old man who had grabbed him muttered something about a child.

Family: Mother and father passed away, 87 brothers and 92 sisters whereabouts unknown
Likes: Peace and quiet
Dislikes: Loud noises, stress,
Fears: Failure, Suffocation
Best Memory(ies):The innocence of childhood
Worst Memory(ies):The inheritance of the family business and the realization of what his failure holds.
Favorite Color(s): Red
Sexual Orientation: Straight, Virgin

Additional Info ~


Name: Gepetto
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 72
Birth Location: Small Hut in Vence
Race: Human
Class: NA

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Brown
Weight: 138lb
Height: 5'11""
Basic Physical Description: Decrepit, Drained
Other Features: Callused hands
Visual Representation:
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Background ~

Personality: Bitter and antisocial, obsessive nature, proficient.

History: A puppet master by trade he spent his youth holding puppet shows for the local children, having a child late in life had taken its tole on his wife causing her to pass away during labor, her passing resulted in a pathological obsession with keeping his son safe in a move to protect the memories of his wife whose features had been passed to their son.

Several years had passed since his son was born, through these years while doting he had rarely let the boy out of his site. In an act of rebellion the child had made an attempt to break free of that over protectiveness bye running into the nearby forest in order to hide, ducking into a large rabbit hole which upon entering had never returned.

Family: Son, whereabouts unknown.
Likes: Peace and quiet, ocean sounds.
Dislikes: Time wasting, mistakes,
Fears: Attachment, Suffocation
Best Memory(ies): Birth of his son
Worst Memory(ies): Loss of his son
Favorite Color(s): Blue
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Additional Info ~

Hatter
One of two minor puppets controlled by Gepetto, works as a partner of the Hare, quick to anger, powerful but easy to break.

Hare
The second of the two, while easily flustered he does not break as easily and while fast is overall inept.

Horror Likes: Pretty much anything
Horror Dislikes/Limits: No bathroom, insects or vomiting
 
Name: Sébastien Santerne
Nickname: Séb
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birth Location: Lyon, France
Race: Human
Class: Viscount Regent

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Weight: 156 lbs
Height: 5'9”
Basic Physical Description: Despite having broad shoulders and being of average height, he is rather lithe. One that demonstrates the life style he leads.
Other Features: One bad scar across multiple knuckles on the right hand.
Visual Representation:
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Background ~

Personality: Ambitious, Responsible, Distant, Deflective, Deceptive
History:
Sebastien Santern, the current Viscount Regent of the Santern estate, the lands held by his family in title alone. He was born into nobility in the closest city of Lyon to a loving mother, and a scheming father. His father had made deals with the devil, bestowing upon him the prestige and power that had allowed him to rule over a region south of Lyon along the Rhone river.
However, such a deal comes with a price. Paranoia, whispers in the dark, it all drove his father towards the edge of madness. It was under such an episode that he took the life of his wife, before being cornered by the men and women of his internal court, their presence forcing him over the edge. He took his own life, throwing the lands he held into disarray.
His father had many illegitimate children, and his family was large, extended far and wide throughout the region they lay claim to. Next in line by heritage and blood, it was Sebastien that stepped in to fill the void, as regent of the title and lands, until a councl of gathered nobles can decide whom to call his father's rightful successor, especially with so many claims to the title by many.
In this unwary alliance and power struggle, he holds the estate and title on shaky grounds, the day to day dealings of his life turning into a political intrigue that threatens to topple the house of cards. More difficult yet, is the inclusion of a young girl into his household, the devil whom his father having made the deals to allow for the title to exist in the first place coming to collect her dues.
Family: Many extended family, whether of true lineage, or half lineage.
Likes: Reading, Music, Art
Dislikes: Hidden Agendas, Pretentious People, and Spoiled Personalities.
Fears: Collapse of his land and title, Betrayal
Best Memory(ies): Reading books with his mother.
Worst Memory(ies): Finding the corpse of his murdered mother, and his father whom killed her before turning the blade upon himself.
Favorite Color(s): Navy Blue
Sexual Orientation: Straight, Dominant, Experienced

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Any and all things. Just be wary that the character will react to it as one would expect.
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Will try everything at least once, just be wary that the character will react to it as one would expect.
 
I hope this is acceptable

The Basics ~

Name: Morgan La Fey
Nickname: Morgaine
Gender: Female
Age: Several centuries old (Appears to be in her late teens to early 20's, or about 18-23)
Birth Location: Celtic Britannia
Race: Human with some faerie blood
Class: Sorceress

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Weight: 160 lbs.
Height: 6'0"
Basic Physical Description: Tall, voluptuous, with pale skin and light eyes. Has D-Cup breasts and a bubble butt.
Other Features: Some minor scars from magical experiments gone awry
Visual Representation: http://www.zerochan.net/1713725 (The picture doesn't really do this character description justice, I just grabbed something quick and anime-ish, I can change it if you guys want)

Background ~

Personality: Curious, intelligent, and experimental, power-hungry, greedy, vengeful
History: Born in Celtic Britannia during the time of the Roman conquests, Morgan La Fey always had an interest in the arcane and the magical, and at a young age, began studying the magical arts. By the time she had grown to adulthood, she was a mage rivaled only by her arch-enemy Merlin. Around this time, Merlin held considerable sway over the court of King Arthur Pendragon, who had declared himself King of Britannia shortly after the Roman government collapsed. In an attempt to undermine Merlin and the Pendragon dynasty as a whole, she seduced King Arthur and the two had sired an illegitimate son, Mordred. Morgan had taken young Mordred under her wing and groomed him to violently take over Britannia in a violent coup. Sadly, this rebellion had mixed results. Though Merlin disappeared and Arthur had been killed in battle, so had Mordred, and Morgan was now a marked woman, causing her to flee Britannia. Spending time perfecting her arcane crafts in Ireland, Scotland, and northern France, Morgan La Fey is planning to make herself strong again and avenge her son Mordred by subjugating England, even if it means sacrificing what little is left of her soul to even darker powers than herself.

Family: Morgan La Fey has the following family members.

Mordred Pendragon: Son, deceased
Unnamed Parents: Both deceased
Merlin: Arch-rival, deceased (as far as she knows, but they never found the body)

Likes: Magic, Faerie Lore, Undead Lore, fine wine, whiskey, and sweet tea
Dislikes: The Church, the descendants of Arthur Pendragon (the English royal family)
Fears: Angels, Witch-Hunters, the possibility of Merlin surviving
Best Memory(ies): Learning magic for the first time, watching Mordred kill King Arthur
Worst Memory(ies): Mordred dying in her arms from battle wounds
Favorite Color(s): Black, Green
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, switch with dominant leanings, fairly experienced

Additional Info ~

Horror Likes: Blood, BDSM, being beaten, vampires, humiliation
Horror Dislikes/Limits: Anything involving bathroom stuff or dismemberment
 
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