Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 20, 2017 11:14:46 GMT -8
 The Buttercream Woods are a cozy little pine forest nearby Sugar Hollow. Woodcutters, trappers, and syrup makers frequent the woods, and generally make it out alright. However, small children are told to stay away for fear of witches or bears. Over the years, at least four Sugar Hollow children have vanished in the woods, much to the distress of the townsfolk. |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 21, 2017 18:46:46 GMT -8
Osma picks her way over low ferns and steps around piles of pine needles. Despite her best efforts, her boots began to have bits of forest floor matter stuck to them. She glances upwards to see where they stupid talking bird invitation has gone.
"Are we quite there, yet?" She asks the thing. "I am in need of the privy."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 22, 2017 12:37:40 GMT -8
Osma would spot the bird sitting in a tree, preening its feathers. It chirped and nodded, although whether it understood her or was simply bobbing its head (as birds tended to do) was anybody's guess. However, if Osma glanced around, she would spot the source of the light she'd seen earlier: a single lantern hanging from a tree. Underneath the lantern was a brass door knocker. It was clearly not connected to any sort of door, and appeared to be simply nailed to the tree. However, a neatly-written sign beneath it read "Welcome". The bird fluttered down and pecked at the knocker, glancing back at Osma periodically. It seemed to want her to knock. Perhaps a squirrel would answer it or something.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 22, 2017 20:26:12 GMT -8
Osma stopped when the bird did. She was out of breath and highly annoyed. Her death glare moved from the bird to the thing it sat on.
A door knob.
"Really, oh. That is just....that's just really funny!" She called out. "Very childish to enchant a bird and make me follow it. In these shoes! I'll have you know that they are made out of lamb. Baby sheep died in vain now, because of you!"
She turned around and began to walk back the way she had come. Only, she wasn't quite sure which way she had come. It was not like her not to pay attention to the flora. She often went into the woods to rather herbs...well, her servants used to. Now she was forced to do she was kind of getting lost. "Oh, just great."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 22, 2017 20:36:25 GMT -8
As Osma wandered, she would notice that all the trees looked pretty much the same. Where had she come from, again? Was it this way, or that way? It was nearly impossible to tell for anyone unfamiliar with the Buttercream Woods to tell which way was out, and which way was deeper into the woods. As she walked further and further through the trees, she would suddenly hear a sharp whistle. If she moved closer, she would recognize the unmistakable sound of a kettle boiling. What would a kettle be doing in the woods, though? That would be silly. If she looked for the bird, however, it would be nowhere to be seen.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 22, 2017 20:51:08 GMT -8
The scent of cinnamon and tea plucked at the smell of sugar-gum and sweet pine. Where was that whistling coming from? She turned with genuine concern on her face but could find no sight of it. She twisted again, pulling and pushing her A frame skirt from her ankles.
"HELLO?!" She called out, to which there was no reply. Her eyes, noticeably common compared to the rest of her face, scanned the tree line. That whistling was coming from over....there. Osma began to walk in the direction of the sound. Someone had to be camping.
Which was super gross. Why anyone would want to be in a tent on the ground was beyond her.
"Hello?" she called out again.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 22, 2017 21:07:24 GMT -8
As Osma approached, the sound of the kettle grew louder and louder until it was cut off entirely. She reached a clearing, and was met with a very odd sight indeed. A table was set up in the middle of the forest, with a tablecloth and two chairs. There were two teacups on saucers, a bowl of sugar cubes, and a small plate of cookies sitting on the table. Beside the table, there was a small woodstove, burning away. Even stranger, a small wooden box sat beside the stove, filled with quilts and blankets. An old woman in a black pointed hat stood by the table, smiling at Osma and pouring steaming tea from a small kettle.
"Why, hello there! Finally, you've arrived. Why ever didn't you knock? It's awfully rude to just barge in on someone's parlor, you know. Come, sit. Don't you worry, you've got plenty of time before your appointment."
A small black cat walked out from the trees and curled up in the box. The witch turned, and cooed softly at it.
"And here's little Lollipop! Just in time for tea."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 22, 2017 21:15:47 GMT -8
Mushrooms. When did she eat the blue gilled mushrooms? Her head tilted as she tried to recall everything she had eaten that day.
A black cat rubbed against her leg and mewed at her. Before she could flick her leg to get it off, it trotted to the box and curled up inside of it.
That cat had seemed real. She looked to her hands and ran her fingers over her cheeks. She felt real. She scanned the table as she took a step forward. "Appointment?" she questioned. Has she grew near, she noted that the trees began to blur. It their place, the murage of wooden wall faded in and out.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 22, 2017 21:28:30 GMT -8
The cat meowed, and the witch smiled.
"Yes, your appointment with Ms. Suiker. I hear a lot of things, Osma Gaiman of Aozora. I know what goes on in town, even out here in the woods."
As Osma approached the table, the woods began to look more and more like a cozy parlor. The walls seemed to appear out of nowhere, and within moments the trees could only be seen through a curtained window. If she looked back, Osma would only see a wooden wall with a rack of decorative plates. Each one had a picture of a cat painted on it, and looked very fragile.
"Please sit, Ms. Gaiman. It's not often that I get visitors out here. Even in town, people rarely come by. Come now, have some tea. I made your favorite."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 25, 2017 8:07:47 GMT -8
Those were the ugliest plates she had ever seen. Osma slowly walked past each one. Her lip curled higher and higher.
Through mean girl magic, she sported a bright smile (which did not produce a double-chin, of course) when she turned back around.
Had she walked through a door to get inside? Tea was made and it did smell like her favorite. Vanilla,cinnamon black leaf chai. But was it brewed at 135 degrees and slowly pressed? She doubt it but suppose she would have to stomach "roughing" it whilst in Sugar Bumkin Land.
"Oh nice." Her shoulder rose and she gave the giggle that implied that she was just waaaayyy to nice to decline.
Osma walked over to the table, inspecting how clean it was before figuring she would just have to sit at the basic thing. All straight back with fat stick of entilted snobbery up her butt.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 12:28:34 GMT -8
The witch smiled at Osma, teeth crooked and yellowish. She'd heard quite a bit about the woman, and it seemed as though what she'd heard had been true. It paid to listen in on the town every now and then. She filled Osma's teacup, placing it on a saucer and passing it to her.
"Come now, Ms. Gaiman. Tell me, what brought you all the way out here to Sugar Hollow? We don't get a whole lot of visitors, and especially not visitors quite like you. Was it an accident that you came here? An ancient prophecy? Some sudden sense of unknown duty? Please, tell me. It gets oh so lonely, living out here in the woods all by myself."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 28, 2017 8:22:06 GMT -8
Yellow, gnarled teeth. Yellow, gnarled teeth. Yellow, gnarled teeth.
That's all Osma could focus on was the old cron talked. Her own tongue ran over her white teeth. (Thanks to brushing her teeth a charcoal power once a week) Her teeth were mostly straight. So minor was the imperfection that it was hardly noticeable.
Had Osma told the woman her last name? "Huh..." she closed her eyes to focus on anything other than the woman's teeth. "I deserved a vacation. I heard that the town here is a wonderful safe vacation spot." Ancient Prophecy was a very strange reason to assume someone had come.
"Does the town not get a lot of visitors? I mean, what kind of ancient prophecy would be fulfilled here ?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 28, 2017 10:33:47 GMT -8
The witch chuckled. Osma deserved a vacation? More like the people of Aozora deserved a vacation from her!
"We don't usually get very many visitors at all, Ms. Gaiman. And you'd be surprised. All sorts of ancient prophecies happen in sleepy little towns like this. Not all ancient prophecies are glamorous, you know. Most are little things, like 'The writer from afar will spread lies of gingerbread.' Silly things like that."
Spotting Osma's fixation on her teeth, she grinned.
"I'm sorry, dearie. You seem to have something stuck in your teeth. Just a little bit, right there..."
She held up a mirror for Osma to see. Sure enough, there was a little fleck of tea leaf stuck on her upper left incisor. However, the little imperfection that had just so recently seemed so inconspicuous was suddenly glaring. How had she not noticed? It was as though she'd visited a dentist whose only tools were a hammer and ale. The more she looked, the more crookedness she would notice. And surely they were whiter than this? They'd seemed so perfectly polished just yesterday, but now they seemed dingy, almost yellowed...
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 30, 2017 11:31:57 GMT -8
Something in her teeth? Impossible. Osma sucked on her tooth with her tongue and flashes a dazzling smile into the looking glass. Look. There was no....wait. There was a bit of tea leaf upon her otherwise perfect incisor. "Oh, well...." She gave a grieved chuckle. It was just some old hag and her after all. The cat didn't' count, as evident by Osma's covert shove of the animal away from her skirt.
She removed the blemish and was about to take a moment to marvel in her perfect perfectness of perfection when she saw a bit of yellow. Hmmmmm. "May I?" She took the mirror before the woman could agree. She smiled wide and was horrified to discover that all her teeth were slightly yellow. There was not way she could pass the cloth tissue test!
What was wrong with her teeth charcoal? When had she used it last? She turned her head and from the new angle, was able to see that it was not just her right, front incisor that stuck out just a tad or the bottom two front teeth that crossed just a little. Her whole row of teeth were uneven! NOOOOO. Had she been flicking her tongue against her teeth in her sleep? If she were it was not her fault! It was the stress of living in such indecent and rough circumstances!
She held the mirror with both hands, her mind completely focused on the glass. HOLY SHIT FATHER OF GAI! Was that a PIMPLE? There, on the side of her face. Osmas gasped as she saw another, She followed the mirror around, seeing every NORMAL thing that NORMAL people with NORMAL looks had. But since her looks were really her only redeeming quality, it was completely unacceptable!
"No..." she could barely breath. "No,no,no." Her fingers moved along her face. Her pores were HUGE. Her nail, reflected in the glass, was short and jagged and yellowed and fungi infected. Before her eyes her beauty melted away into the infected, festing reflection of her selfish soul .
She did not scream. Her eyes rolled and her chin lifted. Her knees gave out and she fainted, falling forward on the floor. She landed on the side of her face, the mirror still in her hand. The wall shook, causing some of the plates to rattle and threaten to fall.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 31, 2017 8:43:48 GMT -8
In her last moment of consciousness, Osma would see the plates fall to the ground and shatter. Only...they didn't sound like they were breaking. On the contrary, each plate fell to the ground and broke apart with a sound that could only be described as a soft meow. If she blinked, she could swear that she saw a cat sitting where each one fell, but who could tell if it was real? Everything was getting so dark...
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Some time later, she would be woken by a deer licking her face. If she sat up and looked around, she would see no sign of the cozy sitting room. Instead, it was just an ordinary forest clearing, tracked with cat prints. The only things remaining were a cup of cold tea and a mirror, which would reveal that her face was back to its normal, pretty self...and a black cat sitting behind her, staring at her. If she turned, the cat would be nowhere to be seen, but once she looked in the mirror, it would be right there, flicking its tail back and forth.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Feb 2, 2017 7:49:35 GMT -8
"Ew!" Osma shoved Bambi's face away from her own, sending the innocent creature hopping into the forest. Pine needles clung to the side of her face, their dirty in her mouth. She spat and sputtered to be rid of the flavors as she set up.
What had happened? The cottage was gone and with it, the strong odor of litterbox. GOOD RIDDANCE. What did remain was a cold cup of tea, and the mirror. The mirror! Osma snatched it up had inspected her face.It took her a good hours worth of study before she was assured that she was, once more, perfect. It was not until then that she noticed a cat. "Go away," She turned to swing at it, only to find it not there. Looking back into the mirror, there it was with it's slit pupil eyes and it's wavering tail.
Freak.
Osma turned back to find the cat missing. "Witchcraft." She grumbled. How gross. With her chin held high she dropped the mirror to the ground and stood. With the heel of her boot she stomped upon the glass with a smirk. They would have no power of her now! HAHA!
With the flick of her hair, Osma turned to find her ways back towards Sugar Hollow.
{Exit Osma}
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 2, 2017 13:46:17 GMT -8
The mirror was crushed easily underneath Osma's boot. However, along with the ordinary shattering sound, Osma would hear a very faint meow. Perhaps it was just her imagination, perhaps not. In any case, the mirror was gone, and it would be easy enough for Osma to find her way back to Sugar Hollow. The woods didn't seem nearly as confusing now, for some reason.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 6, 2017 18:43:51 GMT -8
Roy almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the cackle. This wasn't good at all, witches were bad news. He instinctively moved closer to @seren, as though to protect her. He was far too preoccupied to notice Typhus's jealously, and glanced about worriedly. Seren had asked him what do do, so he supposed that he should try to figure something out. This wasn't good, it was getting dark and they were out in the woods. What had Roxanne told him to do in this situation? Find a clearing, somewhere where he could see the sky, and build a fire. Stay by the fire, she'd said, and stay warm and well-lit if possible. Witches preyed on cold, shivering children lost in the dark. He turned to Typhus and Seren, determined to not let them get eaten by witches. "Come on, we need to find a clearing! Find a big one, where we can see the sky! It should be pretty clear tonight, I hope." At least they'd get some moonlight, he decided. Anything was better than the total darkness of a clouded night. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2017 7:09:11 GMT -8
"Oh,I can find the sky!" Seren told Roy instinctively. Since he was close enough to her now, she reached out and laid a hand on his arm. She was faintly glowing, her skin flawless and beautiful and as pale as the moon.
"Let me help, Typhus," she said, turning back to her protector, her beautiful and enchanting eyes -- like captured, swirling galaxies -- on him. His grip on her hand was firm, and she was tugging gently out of it.
Her hair, the hue of a clear midnight sky, complete with twinkling starlight in its strands, waved about her, so long that it touched the ground. Once she was free of Typhus' grasp, she skipped forward and spun around, a dancing star in the forest.
Ollie barked happily and jumped around her, both of them making quite the noise as Seren laughed and scruffed his ears. "This way," she said, gifting both with a smile that was as bright and beautiful as the moon.
The night was truly Seren's domain, and she seemed to thrive with beauty and wonder in it. The glow from her was tossed among the area and trees as they walked, easily visible.
The sky always beckoned to Seren, so it would be no trouble at all for the star daughter to find a clearing. It was not a matter of if, but a matter of when.
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on Apr 7, 2017 17:45:14 GMT -8
Typhus's irritation is growing and he is about to snap at Roy when Seren says his name. He looks at her and as it always did, her beauty put the beast within him at ease. She could always calm him down, well except when the moon was full. He lets her hand go reluctantly knowing that there was no use arguing when she got like this and he waits for her to start moving.
Just like the golden lab Ollie, Typhus follows after Seren obediently as she leads them into the woods his gaze never wavering from the sight of her dazzling figure as she twirls through the dark, though his other senses remain on high alert as they head towards whatever clearing she could find first.
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