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by night one way
by day another
this shall be the norm
until...
Adrian "Denny" Laveau
twenty-eight
male
biromatic demisexual
6"3
179 lbs.
FAIRYTALE CHARACTER:
the
B E A S T
from
Beauty and the Beast
POWER/SKILLS/ABILITIES:
Being a half-enchanter, he has most--if not all--the abilities attached to being one. What he lacks is the knowledge and experience to use said powers.
STRENGTHS: Magic, Practical Knowledge and Common Sense, A knack for figuring out mysteries and puzzles
WEAKNESSES: He can only use his Magic in his True Form, meaning he is fully exposed during the day. Though he is very strong as "The Beast", his guarded nature takes over and he can get a little reckless.
PERSONALITY: Unlike his father, Denny is kind. He can come off a bit pragmatic, only because most of his heart has given up on breaking the spell. But, he has just a little bit of faith in the unknown to keep going. He is an amazing businessman as well. All of this stems from a balance of humility and hubris that he has gained in the last 9 years. Although he is a little more charming in his True Form, his genuine generosity for all things shines through the most about his personality.
HISTORY: Most would have you believe that Adrian fully deserved to be punished for having no compassion. The case could not be so different. The curse was actually placed on Adrian's after, Remulus G. Laveau. Now, this man was the most ruthless person of them all, being the Prince of Nightlife. He ruled over the club that his own father owned, a three story building with the top floor reserved for the creamiest of the cream. The patriarchal patron of this establishment had taken ill. And, like any other spoiled brat, he took advantage of the situation. The man made plenty of enemies and doubted there was any higher power than his own.
On a rather dreary night, Remy found himself in the company of a woman who had to be the most attractive woman he'd ever known. Every time he looked at her he found a knew thing about her visage to lust over. The night ended in a haze and Remy awoke the next morning tangled in the embrace of another. He put the ordeal out of his head and for the next eight months all was as well as ever. On a night even drearier than the one before, he met the darling maiden again... But she had something in tow. He belly was nearly big enough to burst, and she could barely walk. Their encounter produced an heir to his throne... The one he wanted all to himself. Besides, this girl was still beautiful but she was a mother now and that just wouldn't do. Remy had his bouncers toss the girl back out into the rain with no help at all.
The rain stopped and a high pitched wailing could be heard coming from the alleyway. Fed up with the theatrics, Remy barged his way outside to put an end to things. No one expected to see a baby laying in a bed of grass that had pushed it's way through the concrete. Remy picked up the child and instantly knew that it was his... And the nature of the baby boy's curse. There was no denial that the boy was his either. He had his father's eyes.
Remy and his father, Macon, did their best to hide the boy's existence from the public. Where his son was ashamed, Macon pitied his grandson's affliction. He shouldn't have had to have been the one to pay for his father's lack of human compassion. An unforseen advantage of the curse was that the workstaff and Macon were kept in the same state that they were in when the child was born. Eventually, Remy ran off in order to rid himself of this burden. Macon took the young boy under his wing and named him Adrian, in honor of his late wife.
Years went by and with the seasons did the young boy grow. And with him grew two things: a heart that grew to love anything other than himself and a magic power that became more and more apparent with each year. His grandfather, not knowing the first thing about the craft, hired a local witch to teach the boy how to manage and control his powers. It seemed that his mother was an extremely powerful enchantress and he'd inherited more than his curse from her. It pained the young man to know that his own mother would curse him, but he found solace in other things. His teacher, Ms. Morgan, was a fine purveyor of tutelage in the mystic arts. She, herself, was cursed: a burn maimed one side of her face, whereas the other side was entirely lovely. This was her punishment for harming another with her power, someone dear to her heart. She taught Adrian not only how to use magic, but that there was magic in everything around him. Even still, Denny--as everyone started to call him--wished that he could be like everyone else, even if only for a moment. He'd never even seen the outside of his grandfather's manor and while he loved everyone within it he longed to see the world and be a part of it all.
Unbeknownst to him, Ms. Morgan was more than she appeared to be. She called upon great powers to alter the state of the spell, which was supposed to be everlasting. No power was supposed to change that, but the strength of a mother's love did. She willed it that when Adrian's true love truly and unconditionally loved him, only then could the spell be broken. However, this required great sacrifice. Casting the revisal cost her life. Even still, her body sank into the soil and from it sprang a bush of blood red roses.
The night of his 19th birthday, the young women of the staff were awry with excitement at the fact that there was an enthrallingly handsome man on the grounds. But, none could find the young master. It was when Macon approached the man to ask who he was that it was revealed to be their Denny. The spell had broken just enough to revel his true form, and only at night. But, there was a catch to all of it:
If he did not break the curse by his 29th birthday, he'd be doomed to his beastly appearance for good.
Only being able to explore at night did have its disadvantages but he made due. After a few months, the Cresent Rose reopened under the mysterious management of Sir Laveau's "estranged grandson". During the day, his grandfather arranged for him to meet his true love. It started with only young women but has spread out to all genders, with the age cap haven risen to 55 in the last year. Nobody else can unsterstand it, but Denny does:
For, who could ever come to love a beast if it cannot love itself?
OTHER:
by day another
this shall be the norm
until...
Adrian "Denny" Laveau
twenty-eight
male
biromatic demisexual
6"3
179 lbs.
FAIRYTALE CHARACTER:
the
B E A S T
from
Beauty and the Beast
POWER/SKILLS/ABILITIES:
Being a half-enchanter, he has most--if not all--the abilities attached to being one. What he lacks is the knowledge and experience to use said powers.
STRENGTHS: Magic, Practical Knowledge and Common Sense, A knack for figuring out mysteries and puzzles
WEAKNESSES: He can only use his Magic in his True Form, meaning he is fully exposed during the day. Though he is very strong as "The Beast", his guarded nature takes over and he can get a little reckless.
PERSONALITY: Unlike his father, Denny is kind. He can come off a bit pragmatic, only because most of his heart has given up on breaking the spell. But, he has just a little bit of faith in the unknown to keep going. He is an amazing businessman as well. All of this stems from a balance of humility and hubris that he has gained in the last 9 years. Although he is a little more charming in his True Form, his genuine generosity for all things shines through the most about his personality.
HISTORY: Most would have you believe that Adrian fully deserved to be punished for having no compassion. The case could not be so different. The curse was actually placed on Adrian's after, Remulus G. Laveau. Now, this man was the most ruthless person of them all, being the Prince of Nightlife. He ruled over the club that his own father owned, a three story building with the top floor reserved for the creamiest of the cream. The patriarchal patron of this establishment had taken ill. And, like any other spoiled brat, he took advantage of the situation. The man made plenty of enemies and doubted there was any higher power than his own.
On a rather dreary night, Remy found himself in the company of a woman who had to be the most attractive woman he'd ever known. Every time he looked at her he found a knew thing about her visage to lust over. The night ended in a haze and Remy awoke the next morning tangled in the embrace of another. He put the ordeal out of his head and for the next eight months all was as well as ever. On a night even drearier than the one before, he met the darling maiden again... But she had something in tow. He belly was nearly big enough to burst, and she could barely walk. Their encounter produced an heir to his throne... The one he wanted all to himself. Besides, this girl was still beautiful but she was a mother now and that just wouldn't do. Remy had his bouncers toss the girl back out into the rain with no help at all.
The rain stopped and a high pitched wailing could be heard coming from the alleyway. Fed up with the theatrics, Remy barged his way outside to put an end to things. No one expected to see a baby laying in a bed of grass that had pushed it's way through the concrete. Remy picked up the child and instantly knew that it was his... And the nature of the baby boy's curse. There was no denial that the boy was his either. He had his father's eyes.
Remy and his father, Macon, did their best to hide the boy's existence from the public. Where his son was ashamed, Macon pitied his grandson's affliction. He shouldn't have had to have been the one to pay for his father's lack of human compassion. An unforseen advantage of the curse was that the workstaff and Macon were kept in the same state that they were in when the child was born. Eventually, Remy ran off in order to rid himself of this burden. Macon took the young boy under his wing and named him Adrian, in honor of his late wife.
Years went by and with the seasons did the young boy grow. And with him grew two things: a heart that grew to love anything other than himself and a magic power that became more and more apparent with each year. His grandfather, not knowing the first thing about the craft, hired a local witch to teach the boy how to manage and control his powers. It seemed that his mother was an extremely powerful enchantress and he'd inherited more than his curse from her. It pained the young man to know that his own mother would curse him, but he found solace in other things. His teacher, Ms. Morgan, was a fine purveyor of tutelage in the mystic arts. She, herself, was cursed: a burn maimed one side of her face, whereas the other side was entirely lovely. This was her punishment for harming another with her power, someone dear to her heart. She taught Adrian not only how to use magic, but that there was magic in everything around him. Even still, Denny--as everyone started to call him--wished that he could be like everyone else, even if only for a moment. He'd never even seen the outside of his grandfather's manor and while he loved everyone within it he longed to see the world and be a part of it all.
Unbeknownst to him, Ms. Morgan was more than she appeared to be. She called upon great powers to alter the state of the spell, which was supposed to be everlasting. No power was supposed to change that, but the strength of a mother's love did. She willed it that when Adrian's true love truly and unconditionally loved him, only then could the spell be broken. However, this required great sacrifice. Casting the revisal cost her life. Even still, her body sank into the soil and from it sprang a bush of blood red roses.
The night of his 19th birthday, the young women of the staff were awry with excitement at the fact that there was an enthrallingly handsome man on the grounds. But, none could find the young master. It was when Macon approached the man to ask who he was that it was revealed to be their Denny. The spell had broken just enough to revel his true form, and only at night. But, there was a catch to all of it:
If he did not break the curse by his 29th birthday, he'd be doomed to his beastly appearance for good.
Only being able to explore at night did have its disadvantages but he made due. After a few months, the Cresent Rose reopened under the mysterious management of Sir Laveau's "estranged grandson". During the day, his grandfather arranged for him to meet his true love. It started with only young women but has spread out to all genders, with the age cap haven risen to 55 in the last year. Nobody else can unsterstand it, but Denny does:
For, who could ever come to love a beast if it cannot love itself?
OTHER:
Sitting outside on a Harley Sportster wasn't exactly how Blake intended to get anything done. The cigarette in his hand burned slowly, for he hadn't lit up due to any craving. He just wanted something to do other than walk into the fray before him. He'd thought he was ready to just go in and be as breezy and charming as he could be in any other situation. Any kind that wasn't him interacting with people he hadn't seen in eight years. He watched as Marlui entered Liv's house, just as he had watched everyone else do the same. He wondered if they would recognize him now. He did look a hell of a lot different without the hair that reached the middle of his back and the wiry limbs of being a teenager. He wouldn't mind the comments. He promised himself that he wouldn't hold anything against anyone here--including the past. So, why was he wussing out and sitting on his bike as if he was anywhere near deathy afraid of these people? It wasn't like they did anything to him directly. Except the car thing--Liv and Luke were the only two people in the school who weren't a part of the uproar of laughter.
"Wait, no," Blake steadied his resolve before he even had a chance to remember that incident. "Not again. I'm better than that now," he added, flicking his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out on the heel of his Adidas. Instead of feeling like a loser he kicked the engine of his bike to life and pulled around the block, into Liv's driveway. Cutting the engine, he got off the vehicle and jogged across the lawn and up the front porch. Before knocking on the front door, he noted the fact that this porch almost exactly looked like that one that was across from his house. He'd know something like that almost immediately--it was his only refuge sometimes. And then, as if a light bulb was being turned on, he realized what was the staple for him to feel like this place was home. He leaned back and saw the red mountain bike leaning on the right side of the porch. Luke's bike. They had sold so much lemonade that summer to get their bikes. The bikes were all full size, and even though Liv and Blake stopped riding theirs after a few years, Luke kept going. Blake exhaled solemnly at the thought, but the memory gave him just a bit more courage than he previously had. He left his helmet on the stoop, not wanting anything else to be in his way.
Twisting the door-handle, Blake entered the house. "Um...Hi guys." he said shyly, a red surge of color spreading on his face. He spotted Olivia and walked over to her, arms spread in a wide bear hug.
"Hey, you!" he said a little more excitedly, wrapping his arms around her gently with the most genuine smile smacked on his face.[
"Wait, no," Blake steadied his resolve before he even had a chance to remember that incident. "Not again. I'm better than that now," he added, flicking his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out on the heel of his Adidas. Instead of feeling like a loser he kicked the engine of his bike to life and pulled around the block, into Liv's driveway. Cutting the engine, he got off the vehicle and jogged across the lawn and up the front porch. Before knocking on the front door, he noted the fact that this porch almost exactly looked like that one that was across from his house. He'd know something like that almost immediately--it was his only refuge sometimes. And then, as if a light bulb was being turned on, he realized what was the staple for him to feel like this place was home. He leaned back and saw the red mountain bike leaning on the right side of the porch. Luke's bike. They had sold so much lemonade that summer to get their bikes. The bikes were all full size, and even though Liv and Blake stopped riding theirs after a few years, Luke kept going. Blake exhaled solemnly at the thought, but the memory gave him just a bit more courage than he previously had. He left his helmet on the stoop, not wanting anything else to be in his way.
Twisting the door-handle, Blake entered the house. "Um...Hi guys." he said shyly, a red surge of color spreading on his face. He spotted Olivia and walked over to her, arms spread in a wide bear hug.
"Hey, you!" he said a little more excitedly, wrapping his arms around her gently with the most genuine smile smacked on his face.[
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The Evil Queen
Name:
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Age:
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Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Height:
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Weight:
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Jack and the Beanstalk WIP
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name: Reuben
Fairytale name: Hansel
age: 20
gender: male
sexual orientation: homosexual
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Fairytale name: Hansel
age: 20
gender: male
sexual orientation: homosexual
ethnicity:
height: 5'11
weight: 140lbs
Powers: If he's ever lost he can see a trail of breadcrumbs leading him back to safety.
likes: Horror movies, snow,
dislikes:rain
strengths: smart, supportive, decisive, imaginative
weaknesses: procrastinates, not take criticism well, short sighted
fears: creepy old people, dolls
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Reuben is pretty chill. He's an extrovert so he thrives on being around people and he likes to joke around a lot. He's always wanted a bunny as a pet but he isn't responsible enough to have one. He's had many fish that haven't made it even a year in his care. He' s working on being more responsible. He can't read directions to save his life; without his GPS he would never know where he's going. Because of this he often gets lost but he always manages to find his way back home.
He can be a bit mischievous at times. He's the kind of person who's better to beg forgiveness than ask for permission. He often finds himself in situations that started because of the words "I bet". He's a nice person and he's always there for his friends. More often than not because he actually cares and not just to rubber neck.
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After Hansel and Gretle returned home with the food, gold, and news that their father no longer had to chop wood they went inside and had a hearty dinner. With some of the gold that they had they used it to add onto their house but mostly it was used for food.
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Sea Jay
Tord kin loser
NAME: Cain Watson
AGE: 25 years
GENDER: Male
S. ORIENTATION: Bisexual
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 175 lbs
FAIRYTALE CHARACTER: Robin Hood
Fairytale: Robin Hood
POWER/SKILLS/ABILITIES:
Can shoot with dead-on accuracy
STRENGTHS:
- Amazing hand-eye coordination
- Looks great in green
- Good with animals
- Expert pickpocket
- Good with kids
WEAKNESSES:
- Kleptomania
- Overzealous
- Brash
- Boastful
- Bad with commitment
PERSONALITY: Cain is the kind, generous sort, if asked for help, it's more likely he'll help than say hes busy, even if he is. His generosity has a lot to do with the fact that he is a kleptomaniac, and will take anything of interest he feels someone else could use/needs more than the person in posession of it. This can range from pocket change, a lighter, pill bottles and in some cases it can result in shoplifting. He has been in and out of prison multiple times, and has a hard time understanding what's so wrong about taking these things.
Regardless of his nature, however, Cain can come off as cocky or even crude, he is often heard telling stories of his triumphs in his free time, usually embellishing a little. His favorite time to tell these stories is when he finds himself in a room of children, his energetic attitude tends to attract their attention, and his stories keep them on the edge of their seats. He likes that he can fabricate whole portions of a story and keep a whole room of kids entertained.
He is quick-witted and more than willing to rebuff any snide remarks, and quick to take a challenge, even if the challenge is clearly more than he can handle. This has resulted in quite a few lost fights, he certainly has no shortage of scars. Despite his confident nature, he isn't afraid to talk about these lapses in judgement.
HISTORY: (a bit about their story, what their lives were like after the end of the story we know and if you changed something about their fairytale add what you changed)
Robin Hood.
Stealing from the rich to give to the needy.
His story is much the same as the one you've heard, the one thing that didn't come across well was his aversion to commitment, young lady Marian couldn't hold him for too long for his heart belonged to the world and his only love was adventure. He was pushed to marry the young lass but when the day came he vanished on horseback and that was the last memory he had from his life in the past.
He doesnt remember much of the first month of his life in the modern world, but since his arrival he's been arrested for burgulary a few times and has found himself out on parole.
Somehow, despite his crime, he's already had his share of attractions, still finding it hard to commit, he doesn't stay for long.
OTHER: (optional, this is for anything else you think would be useful to add as well as aditional photos or a themes song, etc...)
SHORT WRITING SAMPLE: The red-hair of Robin Hood peeked around the tree trunk with his head, his cap drawn low to cast shade over his eyes. He followed in near silence through the thick forested landscape, bow on his back, eyes locked on the carriage, pregnant with riches. A portly man drove the carriage with a look of boredom on his face, shaking the reigns every so often to keep the horse's eyes up for a few minutes longer as they approached their destination.
*fwwik!*
An arrow whizzed past the driver's nose close enough to blow air through the hair on his upper lip. He yanked back hard on the reigns in his panic, riling up the mare that pulled the carriage, who then reared up with a roar, fear in her now wide eyes as more arrows began to fly past. The man dove from the driver's seat and began running up the road with arrows landing audible behind his heels.
Clearly he thought he could get help, the fool.
Robin hood smirked, pleased that his plan was going so well. He stepped cautiously from the grass and approached the frightened mare, "Shh, shh, it's alright, I got you." He grabbed the reigns and tried his best to hold them in one place long enough for the horse to calm down, continuing to speak to her and pet her nose until she settled. He grinned, waving a hand with a whistle to call several men from the trees. Ropes unraveled down from the branches, followed by the emerald-clad bowmen, all beginning to chat amongst themselves as they approached.
The Smiths would be overjoyed when Robin Hood returned on a horse-drawn carriage.
AGE: 25 years
GENDER: Male
S. ORIENTATION: Bisexual
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 175 lbs
FAIRYTALE CHARACTER: Robin Hood
Fairytale: Robin Hood
POWER/SKILLS/ABILITIES:
Can shoot with dead-on accuracy
STRENGTHS:
- Amazing hand-eye coordination
- Looks great in green
- Good with animals
- Expert pickpocket
- Good with kids
WEAKNESSES:
- Kleptomania
- Overzealous
- Brash
- Boastful
- Bad with commitment
PERSONALITY: Cain is the kind, generous sort, if asked for help, it's more likely he'll help than say hes busy, even if he is. His generosity has a lot to do with the fact that he is a kleptomaniac, and will take anything of interest he feels someone else could use/needs more than the person in posession of it. This can range from pocket change, a lighter, pill bottles and in some cases it can result in shoplifting. He has been in and out of prison multiple times, and has a hard time understanding what's so wrong about taking these things.
Regardless of his nature, however, Cain can come off as cocky or even crude, he is often heard telling stories of his triumphs in his free time, usually embellishing a little. His favorite time to tell these stories is when he finds himself in a room of children, his energetic attitude tends to attract their attention, and his stories keep them on the edge of their seats. He likes that he can fabricate whole portions of a story and keep a whole room of kids entertained.
He is quick-witted and more than willing to rebuff any snide remarks, and quick to take a challenge, even if the challenge is clearly more than he can handle. This has resulted in quite a few lost fights, he certainly has no shortage of scars. Despite his confident nature, he isn't afraid to talk about these lapses in judgement.
HISTORY: (a bit about their story, what their lives were like after the end of the story we know and if you changed something about their fairytale add what you changed)
Robin Hood.
Stealing from the rich to give to the needy.
His story is much the same as the one you've heard, the one thing that didn't come across well was his aversion to commitment, young lady Marian couldn't hold him for too long for his heart belonged to the world and his only love was adventure. He was pushed to marry the young lass but when the day came he vanished on horseback and that was the last memory he had from his life in the past.
He doesnt remember much of the first month of his life in the modern world, but since his arrival he's been arrested for burgulary a few times and has found himself out on parole.
Somehow, despite his crime, he's already had his share of attractions, still finding it hard to commit, he doesn't stay for long.
OTHER: (optional, this is for anything else you think would be useful to add as well as aditional photos or a themes song, etc...)
SHORT WRITING SAMPLE: The red-hair of Robin Hood peeked around the tree trunk with his head, his cap drawn low to cast shade over his eyes. He followed in near silence through the thick forested landscape, bow on his back, eyes locked on the carriage, pregnant with riches. A portly man drove the carriage with a look of boredom on his face, shaking the reigns every so often to keep the horse's eyes up for a few minutes longer as they approached their destination.
*fwwik!*
An arrow whizzed past the driver's nose close enough to blow air through the hair on his upper lip. He yanked back hard on the reigns in his panic, riling up the mare that pulled the carriage, who then reared up with a roar, fear in her now wide eyes as more arrows began to fly past. The man dove from the driver's seat and began running up the road with arrows landing audible behind his heels.
Clearly he thought he could get help, the fool.
Robin hood smirked, pleased that his plan was going so well. He stepped cautiously from the grass and approached the frightened mare, "Shh, shh, it's alright, I got you." He grabbed the reigns and tried his best to hold them in one place long enough for the horse to calm down, continuing to speak to her and pet her nose until she settled. He grinned, waving a hand with a whistle to call several men from the trees. Ropes unraveled down from the branches, followed by the emerald-clad bowmen, all beginning to chat amongst themselves as they approached.
The Smiths would be overjoyed when Robin Hood returned on a horse-drawn carriage.
