Polyurethane

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

I'm not dead yet!

This man has a story... For you to tell!

Hahaha I love it omg I can't stop laughing for some reason 😂

This man has a story... For you to tell!

Emotions are running wild within his head. What emotions do you see? What's causing him to feel these emotions? What is he thinking? Write a story about This picture :) I would love to see what people can come up with!

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Kerchak and Kidagakash Nedakh

Atlantis ~ Rivenspire

Kerchak was patrolling the outskirts of the city, ensuring that no outsiders found their way into Atlantis. His eyes scoured the surrounding area, checking every detail for trespassers. He saw nothing unusual in this area and decided to move on to high grounds to get a better view. He spied a nearby tree that was quite tall, which he made his way to. Jumping up, he grabbed the lowest branch on the tree. The soft rustling of the leaves, and a few that fell, was the only sound around him. He swung his legs up and grabbed the branch with his feet as well as he could, and brought himself upright on the branch. Then he began scaling the tall tree with ease until he was at the tree top, where he could see far into the distance.

Off in the distance he noticed a few people gathered around the outer wall, where someone climbed up and stayed for a moment. There were two of them, one was being carried. Whatever had happened he needed to find out. He jumped down, branch by branch, until his feet hit the ground. Kicking himself off he ran towards the Queen’s palace to find out what had happened, if anyone would know it was Kida. He ran between people as he came closer to the palace until he came to the doors of the palace, where he slowed down as the doors were opened for him.

“کہاں رانی ہے..?” He asked the men at the door, in his native tongue. They pointed in the direction of the room she went into. He rushed over to the entrance of the room and threw open the curtain. There he saw the Queen in the process of healing her ankle, and an outsider by her side.

“Kidagakash Nedakh!” He said with a raised voice as he pulled his spear from his back and aimed it at the intruder. Like a parent calling a child by their full name, it meant she was going to be in trouble. “What have you done Kida? You have brought an outsider not only into our city, but your palace! And in the process of all this you’ve injured yourself!” Kerchak said never once lowering the tone of his voice.

Closing her eyes a moment as the sound of an angered though familiar voice filled her bedchambers, Kida took a moment to herself, shaking her head lightly from side to side before once more allowing her attention to fall back to what it was that she was doing, the gentle warmth from the crystals magic spreading lightly through her ankle as she worked to heal it, “..enough, Kerchak…”

Pausing a moment as the pain she had been feeling finally subsided, she sat herself back up, her vibrant blue eyes lingering upon her ankle for what felt like a lifetime before finally, she lifted her gaze up to meet with his own, her jaw clenching for only a fraction of a second in a show that she wasn’t in the mood for him to lecture her about her actions, “..کیا تم مجھے احمق سمجھتے ہو..?”

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she lifted the necklace back up before once more replacing it around her neck so that it was resting lightly over her flesh- did he really think that she would do something like this without having a reason..? He had known her all her life, and not once had they had disagreement about how those who wandered close to the city should be handled… so why he was getting angry with her now was not only unacceptable, but also uncalled for.

“You go too far- I would slay him where he stood, however such thing is no longer possible. We are connected as one…” Turning her head down so that she was looking at the man she had brought into the city, she reached out to take a hold of his wrists, her grip firm as she turned both of his hands, trying her best to figure out what it was that he had done to her as she explained, “He is sharman… magic pulsing from his hands now connects his mind with my own- I feel as he does, just as he now thinks as I do…”

Kerchak held his ground for a moment then lowered his weapon. Of course his Queen would not act without reason, unlike his own actions just now. He saw the outsider and his blood boiled, he wanted to protect the people and upkeep Atlantian law, but he also had to make sure the Queen was safe.

“I apologize for my outburst…” Kerchak said bowing his head to Kida.“I didn’t mean to insult your intelligence, I only feared for the safety of our people; and you my Queen. I recommend we learn how you are connected to him, and try reversing the effects. When he awakens of course. In the meantime, can you tell me anything more about the outsider?” Kerchak asked as he knelt down to get a closer look at the stranger. He wondered how this man had found Atlantis, ever since the catalyst, Atlantis was practically impossible to find.

“..he lays claim that he may speak with animals…”

Furrowing her brows together at the mere thought of being able to communicate with the creatures roaming the world around them, Kida took a moment to turn her head in his direction, her bright crystal-blue eyes lifting to meet with his as her soft lips parted from one another- of all the things that had been spoken between her and the outsider, the idea that he could speak with animals was indeed the strangest, even more so than the claim that he knew not how many seasons were in a years cycle, or what a monarch was.

“..he seemed distressed that I could not do same- even going so far as to lay hand on me… I fear he was in search for something he did not find.” Releasing the outsiders wrists, she pulled her hands back into her body, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts on what had transpired between Tarzan and herself before finally, she shook her head lightly from side to side, a soft sigh falling through her lips as she turned her full attention back up to the man she had known for centuries, “..I could feel it… his disappointment; confusion as to what he could not explain… emotions that were not of my own…”

"This is strange indeed. Even though you can feel his emotions and thoughts, you must not forget yourself. He is not our kind. And as soon as we can figure out how to break the connection you know what must be done." Kerchak said looking into her eyes. There was no way they could let an outsider live after seeing their city, the only reason this one was still alive was because of his connection to the queen. The fact that this stranger laid a hand on their queen outraged him, but he knew he must stay calm so as to not upset Kida, or hurt her through means of the stranger.

"Since his mind is connected to yours we will treat him well... For now. Does this outsider have a name? If his emotions are tied to yours we will want him to be comfortable." Kerchak said, standing up straight and looking down at the man laying in front of him.

Lifting her hand up from where it had been resting within her lap, Kida held it out in his direction, waiting until he had taken a hold of it before eventually, she used his weight and strength to help lift her back up to her feet, the young woman pausing for only a moment to ensure she wouldn’t fall back to the ground before she slowly pulled her hand back, her bright blues meeting with familiar brown orbs as she held his gaze for just that little bit longer before finally, she tore her attention away, her feet carrying her across the room and over to where her a pile of clothes had been lain out over the table for her to put on.

“..he calls himself Tarzan…”

Turning her head away and off to the side, she lifted her arms up from where they had been hanging before she reached back, her eyes closing lightly as she gathered her long white locks of hair, pulling them across and over her shoulder before she twisted her body ever slightly, her eyes opening once more so that she was able to look back at him where he stood, pausing a moment before she motioned to the ties holding the material around her body with a simple nod of his head, silently calling for his help, “..if you please…”

"Of course" Kerchak said as he stepped over to where Kida was standing and began to untie the ties that bound Kidas clothes. He allowed for them to drop to the floor then turned to face the door to make sure she had he privacy, also keeping an eye out on this Tarzan fellow should he wake up.

"Tarzan? Ok, but he's your responsibility." there was no one better to be responsible for Tarzan than Kida because of her connection with him. He hoped she would see it the same way.

“Gratitude… your confidence in me means much, Kerchak.”

Letting the long locks of hair slip from her grasp, Kida was sure to give him a single nod, a small smile playing over her lips as she began to unwrap the material of her skirt from around her waist, allowing it to fall and join the rest on the floor by her feet before finally, she reached out to pick up what had been lain out for her to wear that evening; her hands lingering a while longer so that she could tie it in place around her lower body, leaving her chest completely exposed before she turned, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing over his flesh as she placed a hand upon his shoulder, a sign to show him that she was done changing.

“..see preparations made; though he is an outsider, we shall welcome him. Oh; as for the councils suggestion… we have much to discuss regarding the future of the city and its people…”

“Of course my Queen. I will make sure the preparations are made…” Kerchak paused for a moment. He knew the council’s suggestion and didn’t much approve. Although the catalyst had changed who he was drastically, Kida and he were childhood friends. She was like a sister to him, which was one of the reasons he felt so protective of her, besides the fact she was the Queen. But doing what was good for the city, was first priority.

“Kida… We have been friends since a young age. You are my closest, and only, friend. But we have to do what is best for the city. You know this as well as I.” Kerchak looked down into the face of his long time friend to wait her response.

The look in his eyes… it was clear he had already made up his mind on the matter. Lifting her hand up from where it had been rested over his shoulder, Kida lightly pressed it against his cheek, holding it there for what felt like a lifetime before finally, she nodded her head softly in understanding of what it was that he was saying to her- the city and its people came first; their feelings toward one another would have to be set aside in order to make the arrangement work.

“..you are like brother to me; it does not feel right… but I understand… the city, the people; they must come first…”

“I feel the same, I would not do it if it weren't for the greater good. I'm glad you understand.” Kerchak said standing still as her hand touched his cheek. It was true, it felt as though they were brother and sister, and going through with this felt wrong. Kerchak sighed, then wrapped his arms around Kida in a loving embrace.

“You are a great Queen, you will do great things in your time” Kerchak said with a smile, and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“..as you will be a great King…”

Tearing her gaze away from his, Kida lowered her head down, letting it press softly against his collarbone as she took a step closer to him, bringing herself closer in the hug that they were sharing with one another; her eyes closing as a soft and almost inaudible sigh fell from her lips- the last thing she wanted to do was be wed to her best friend, but if it was for the good of the city… it seemed there was no other choice…

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Just put up a Hook post, Kerchak post coming soon :)

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Captain James Hook

The Moors ~ Rivenspire

The waves of the ocean crashed against the ship’s hull, rocking it back and forth in motion with the waves. One of the most fearsome crew of pirates to ever set sail was bustling about on the main deck, preparing to moor the ship. A high pitch whistle was heard by the crew, then a voice called out;

“Drop the anchor and secure the sails! We’ve reached the moors lads!”

The short and pudgy pirate who had called out the commands scurried across the deck and into the captain’s quarters while the crew brought the ship to a halt.

“We’re ready to get you ashore cap’n and retrieve your belongin’.” The plump pirate said as he started to get the captains things in order. He reached into the captain’s wardrobe and pulled out a red frock coat, decorated with gold buttons.

The captain stood out of a throne he had acquired while on one of his many adventures and held out his arms for his coat. His first mate helped the captain with his coat and buttoned it up, giving it a light brushing to make sure everything looked just right.

“We want you to look good for the queen.” But his brushing was cut short when the captains blue eyes, like that of the blue forget-me-nots, met with his own. If looks could kill, many a man would be dead by the captains icy cold gaze. The captain’s first mate gave a nervous gulp and then stepped back. “Well best finish getting you ready.” he said as he scurried off to get the rest of the captain’s belongings. He picked up a dual, golden, cigar holder and placed two cigars in each slot then handed it to the captain. Once the captain was presentable his first mate opened the cabin door and shouted for all to hear. “Captain on board! Make way for Captain Hook!”

Out from the cabin Captain Hooks footsteps resounded across the ship as silence washed over the crew. But the silence was broken as soon as Captain Hook stepped out of his quarters and appeared to his men. They all cheered for their beloved captain, the most feared man to ever sail the seven seas!

A chant of his name, Hook, had broke out among the crowd as he stepped out and brandished the iron hook that was at the end of his arm in place of his hand.

“Please, you sniveling dogs, try to contain yourselves” Hook said in a nonchalant manner, basking in the admiration he gained from his crew through fear. He stepped forward into the crowd of pirates, who separated like the red sea for their captain.

One of the pirates aboard the ship had one too many drinks, Skylights they called him. As hook passed by, Skylights lurches clumsily against him, ruffling his lace collar. Without pausing for even a moment, the captain held out his iron hook and ran it across the clumsy pirates chest as he walked by. The sound of flesh and shirt being torn was heard as well as the screech of a dying man. The other pirates kick the body to the side and continue admiring their captain. In all of this not once did Hook remove the cigars from his mouth, but just casually strolled on. His first mate, Smee, was not far behind cleaning the blood off his hook and straightening his collar as he walked to the dinghy they would take ashore.

For most men a calm demeanor was not something to be feared; but when it came to Hook, he was never more sinister than when he was polite. He stepped into the dinghy, followed by Smee, and a few of his other crew members who would row the boat ashore. He remained standing while they rowed to shore, and stepped out onto the beach as soon as the boat stopped.

“Cap’n, should we come with you should things get nasty in there?” Smee asked as he stepped out of the boat.

“No Smee, wait here for my return.” Hook said without even turning to face his first mate. In front of him stood the castle of Maleficent, the Dark Queen. As he walked towards the doors of the castle he noticed two carriages outside of the castle. As he neared closer to the castle a woman in white left the castle and rode one of the carriages to the north. Then the doors opened for a man leaving the castle. He took a long puff on his cigars as his cold gaze looked in the direction of the man leaving the castle. Removing his double cigar holder from his mouth he exhaled a cloud of smoke and turned his head straight, walking past the man who he deemed unworthy of his attention.

He threw open the doors to Maleficent’s throne room, his stride never slowing, and walked straight up to the Dark Queen. His soft blue eyes meeting with hers. He saw Jafar standing close by but paid him no mind. There was only one man, or more accurately boy, he hated more; Peter Pan.

“Maleficent you foul witch, I haven’t the time for your silly games. Every minute I spend here is one minute less I spend finding Pan! Now may I please have my hat back.” Hook said sternly, holding his hand out to the Dark Queen, awaiting his hat.

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I'm alive! I promise! This really took off faster than I expected. One moment it's a budding interest check and the next thing I know there's three pages in the OOC.

@Polyurethane
I was told to talk to you about playing Miguel and/or Tulio from The Road To El Dorado. The link to Kuzco's profile doesn't show anything though...

I was planning to emphasise the chaotic glory seeking elements of their characters and have them rumble through multiple kingdoms and myths looking for easy fortune.

@Roosan

Sorry that nothing's showing up, here it is though for you. The way I have it set up is that Kuzco's parents ruled over El Dorado until they left to visit Atlantis and never came back. After they were missing for some time the high priest and chief (Tannabok and Tzekel-Kan) start running the show. After that the city of gold started changing from fact into legend, truth into myth. Then one day Kuzco will return. It's going to be a riot when Kuzco and his massive ego meet the gods haha. I hope this has helped with anything you need to make Miguel and Tulio, I would love to see them come to fruition! If you need anything else just let me know and I'll be happy to help :)

Emperor Kuzco

~General Information~

Name (Earth): Julien Amaru
Other Names (Fairy Tale World): Emperor, Kuzco, or Emperor Kuzco
Real Name (Fairy Tale World): Kuzco Quri
Occupation (Fairy Tale World): Emperor of El Dorado
Place Of Origin: El Dorado
Age: 17
Affiliation (Fairy Tale World):

Chaotic Neutral

Being a spoiled child, Kuzco cares only about himself. If he wants it, he get’s it, no matter the cost.

Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (? Years Old):



Appearance - Earth (? Years Old):



Wardrobe Style (Fairy Tale World):

Once he returns to El Dorado he will be dressed with Gold with an optional red and gold Emperor’s robe. From his ears will be drapes two large El Dorado Opals

Beverly Hills (Presently) -

Kuzco dresses for the occasion. He always has a good sense of fashion but most of the times, for school at least, all of his outfits are generally the same. His school Outfit consists of a button up shirt, most times with the top two buttons undone, a nice pair of jeans and a belt to match, and fashionable shoes.

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Partner: None
Father: Aquimìn Quri
Mother: Mico-Chuco Quri
Siblings: None
Pet/s: None
Other: ?.

~Personal Information~

Personality:

In the few years Kuzco spent in the fairytale world, he was pampered and spoiled beyond measure. Nothing was too good for Kuzco. Although his memories of home were lost when he was sent to Earth, his personality remained. When he arrived he was found and adopted by a very wealthy couple in Beverly Hills. They took him in and raised him just as he was before. Growing up not knowing the meaning of hard work, or earning what is his, he became a very selfish child. His parents worked hard to give him the life they did, which meant they spent little time with Kuzco. The staff of the house spent more time caring for Kuzco than his new parents did. The lack of attention from his parents led him to crave attention from everyone else. Kuzco is very charismatic, and can be likeable if his outrageous notion of self worth can be looked over. The environment in which he was raised created a narcissist with slight manipulative tendencies. To him the perfect world begins, and ends, with him.

Strengths: Though he may look scrawny, Atlantean blood flows through him. As an Atlantean he is naturally stronger, more agile, has enhanced senses, including an innate sense of direction. Being a narcissist, his love of himself can make it easy for him to lie to and manipulate those who haven’t grown close to him.

Weaknesses: Kuzco doesn’t know the meaning of work, and will do anything he can to avoid it. Though his parents spent a lot of money to ensure a proper education, he’s not as smart as a soon to be emperor should be. Because of his sheltered and spoiled lifestyle Kuzco lack any sort of courage and turns in the face of danger.

Magic Capabilities:

None

Weapons:

None

Brief Biography (Life In The Fairy Tale World):

Before Kuzco was conceived, or even thought of for that matter, his parents traveled to Atlantis to visit with the Atlanteans. Though their cultures had gone different ways they were still one people. One day they were enjoying the company of the Atlanteans when alarms were heard throughout the city. Some of the people they were with pulled them along with the crowd, everyone was running to the center of the city. Off in the distance there was a giant wall of water heading straight for the city. Everyone was in a panic, and they didn’t know what was happening.

Then the mother crystal took control and saved as much of the city as it could. They were cut off from the rest of the world. Without them to rule over El Dorado it would fall on the city elder, and high priest, to take care of the city. Who knew what would become of it then.

357 years passed since they had been trapped in Atlantis, and though they are gifted with longevity, they are not immortal. One day there may be an opportunity to return to El Dorado, but what if they didn’t make it to see that day. They decided that they would conceive a child should that day come, so their city would once more have an Emperor.

9 months later Kuzco Quri was born in the city of Atlantis. Though they were no longer in the bountiful city of gold, they did everything they could to give him anything he wanted. Kuzco was a curious little child and at the age of 4 began to wander on the edge of the city. One day he had found a path he had never seen before. He followed it further and further until he saw a new land.

He was never seen again.

Brief Biography (Life On Earth):

One day in Beverly Hills a very wealthy couple were walking through the park when they heard a child crying out. They walked towards the sound of the child and soon found the source. Being the wealthy and privileged white folk that they were, they thought it would be a good idea to take this child in, and adopt him if his parents couldn’t be found. They turned the child over to the state and they searched for his parents, but they could not find out who this child was, or who his parents were. So they allowed the rich couple to adopt this lost hispanic child. Growing up they made sure he had everything his heart desired. Though because his parents had to make their money somehow, they were often gone on business trips or just work. So he was raised by the people who worked for his parents to upkeep the house, and a Nanny specifically for watching Kuzco. Every year him and his parents would go to lake Tahoe to “get away from it all”. At first he didn’t like going, but soon he made a friend there. A girl named Eliza. Over the years of visiting, Kuzco would look forward to seeing Eliza on these trips. His parents made him go to a performing arts school for high school. Like the trips to Tahoe, Kuzco didn’t like the idea. But soon he realized that it wasn’t completely boring. The drama classes were great, he got to stand on stage and perform while everyone’s eyes were on him. And dance classes, he wasn’t sure what it was but he liked it, and was good at it. At the performing arts school he met another friend. Kaelani. They became frienemies because of constant competition between the two of them. He also became acquaintances with DImitri through her.

~Other Information~

Other: Like the Atlanteans he carries a blue crystal around his neck, though it doesn’t work on earth because of the lack of magic.

~Theme Song~

Narcissist by the420four

I'm excited to see so many awesome characters! The Honorable Sheriff of Nottingham, Sinbad, Miguel and Tulio, I can't wait to get this started!

{ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Through The Pages - Fairy Tale Roleplay (Private/ Invite Only)

And here's Kuzco!

~General Information~

Name (Earth): Julien Amaru
Other Names (Fairy Tale World): Emperor, Kuzco, or Emperor Kuzco
Real Name (Fairy Tale World): Kuzco Quri
Occupation (Fairy Tale World): Emperor of El Dorado
Place Of Origin: El Dorado
Age: 17
Affiliation (Fairy Tale World):

Chaotic Neutral

Being a spoiled child, Kuzco cares only about himself. If he wants it, he get’s it, no matter the cost.

Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (? Years Old):



Appearance - Earth (? Years Old):



Wardrobe Style (Fairy Tale World):

Once he returns to El Dorado he will be dressed with Gold with an optional red and gold Emperor’s robe. From his ears will be drapes two large El Dorado Opals

Beverly Hills (Presently) -

Kuzco dresses for the occasion. He always has a good sense of fashion but most of the times, for school at least, all of his outfits are generally the same. His school Outfit consists of a button up shirt, most times with the top two buttons undone, a nice pair of jeans and a belt to match, and fashionable shoes.

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Partner: None
Father: Aquimìn Quri
Mother: Mico-Chuco Quri
Siblings: None
Pet/s: None
Other: ?.

~Personal Information~

Personality:

In the few years Kuzco spent in the fairytale world, he was pampered and spoiled beyond measure. Nothing was too good for Kuzco. Although his memories of home were lost when he was sent to Earth, his personality remained. When he arrived he was found and adopted by a very wealthy couple in Beverly Hills. They took him in and raised him just as he was before. Growing up not knowing the meaning of hard work, or earning what is his, he became a very selfish child. His parents worked hard to give him the life they did, which meant they spent little time with Kuzco. The staff of the house spent more time caring for Kuzco than his new parents did. The lack of attention from his parents led him to crave attention from everyone else. Kuzco is very charismatic, and can be likeable if his outrageous notion of self worth can be looked over. The environment in which he was raised created a narcissist with slight manipulative tendencies. To him the perfect world begins, and ends, with him.

Strengths: Though he may look scrawny, Atlantean blood flows through him. As an Atlantean he is naturally stronger, more agile, has enhanced senses, including an innate sense of direction. Being a narcissist, his love of himself can make it easy for him to lie to and manipulate those who haven’t grown close to him.

Weaknesses: Kuzco doesn’t know the meaning of work, and will do anything he can to avoid it. Though his parents spent a lot of money to ensure a proper education, he’s not as smart as a soon to be emperor should be. Because of his sheltered and spoiled lifestyle Kuzco lack any sort of courage and turns in the face of danger.

Magic Capabilities:

None

Weapons:

None

Brief Biography (Life In The Fairy Tale World):

Before Kuzco was conceived, or even thought of for that matter, his parents traveled to Atlantis to visit with the Atlanteans. Though their cultures had gone different ways they were still one people. One day they were enjoying the company of the Atlanteans when alarms were heard throughout the city. Some of the people they were with pulled them along with the crowd, everyone was running to the center of the city. Off in the distance there was a giant wall of water heading straight for the city. Everyone was in a panic, and they didn’t know what was happening.

Then the mother crystal took control and saved as much of the city as it could. They were cut off from the rest of the world. Without them to rule over El Dorado it would fall on the city elder, and high priest, to take care of the city. Who knew what would become of it then.

357 years passed since they had been trapped in Atlantis, and though they are gifted with longevity, they are not immortal. One day there may be an opportunity to return to El Dorado, but what if they didn’t make it to see that day. They decided that they would conceive a child should that day come, so their city would once more have an Emperor.

9 months later Kuzco Quri was born in the city of Atlantis. Though they were no longer in the bountiful city of gold, they did everything they could to give him anything he wanted. Kuzco was a curious little child and at the age of 4 began to wander on the edge of the city. One day he had found a path he had never seen before. He followed it further and further until he saw a new land.

He was never seen again.

Brief Biography (Life On Earth):

One day in Beverly Hills a very wealthy couple were walking through the park when they heard a child crying out. They walked towards the sound of the child and soon found the source. Being the wealthy and privileged white folk that they were, they thought it would be a good idea to take this child in, and adopt him if his parents couldn’t be found. They turned the child over to the state and they searched for his parents, but they could not find out who this child was, or who his parents were. So they allowed the rich couple to adopt this lost hispanic child. Growing up they made sure he had everything his heart desired. Though because his parents had to make their money somehow, they were often gone on business trips or just work. So he was raised by the people who worked for his parents to upkeep the house, and a Nanny specifically for watching Kuzco. Every year him and his parents would go to lake Tahoe to “get away from it all”. At first he didn’t like going, but soon he made a friend there. A girl named Eliza. Over the years of visiting, Kuzco would look forward to seeing Eliza on these trips. His parents made him go to a performing arts school for high school. Like the trips to Tahoe, Kuzco didn’t like the idea. But soon he realized that it wasn’t completely boring. The drama classes were great, he got to stand on stage and perform while everyone’s eyes were on him. And dance classes, he wasn’t sure what it was but he liked it, and was good at it. At the performing arts school he met another friend. Kaelani. They became frienemies because of constant competition between the two of them. He also became acquaintances with DImitri through her.

~Other Information~

Other: Like the Atlanteans he carries a blue crystal around his neck, though it doesn’t work on earth because of the lack of magic.

~Theme Song~

Narcissist by the420four

{ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Through The Pages - Fairy Tale Roleplay (Private/ Invite Only)

Kerchak and Kidagakash Nedakh

Atlantis ~ Fairy Tale World

Kerchak was patrolling the outskirts of the city, ensuring that no outsiders found their way into Atlantis. His eyes scoured the surrounding area, checking every detail for trespassers. He saw nothing unusual in this area and decided to move on to high grounds to get a better view. He spied a nearby tree that was quite tall, which he made his way to. Jumping up, he grabbed the lowest branch on the tree. The soft rustling of the leaves, and a few that fell, was the only sound around him. He swung his legs up and grabbed the branch with his feet as well as he could, and brought himself upright on the branch. Then he began scaling the tall tree with ease until he was at the tree top, where he could see far into the distance.

Off in the distance he noticed a few people gathered around the outer wall, where someone climbed up and stayed for a moment. There were two of them, one was being carried. Whatever had happened he needed to find out. He jumped down, branch by branch, until his feet hit the ground. Kicking himself off he ran towards the Queen’s palace to find out what had happened, if anyone would know it was Kida. He ran between people as he came closer to the palace until he came to the doors of the palace, where he slowed down as the doors were opened for him.

“کہاں رانی ہے..?” He asked the men at the door, in his native tongue. They pointed in the direction of the room she went into. He rushed over to the entrance of the room and threw open the curtain. There he saw the Queen in the process of healing her ankle, and an outsider by her side.

“Kidagakash Nedakh!” He said with a raised voice as he pulled his spear from his back and aimed it at the intruder. Like a parent calling a child by their full name, it meant she was going to be in trouble. “What have you done Kida? You have brought an outsider not only into our city, but your palace! And in the process of all this you’ve injured yourself!” Kerchak said never once lowering the tone of his voice.

Closing her eyes a moment as the sound of an angered though familiar voice filled her bedchambers, Kida took a moment to herself, shaking her head lightly from side to side before once more allowing her attention to fall back to what it was that she was doing, the gentle warmth from the crystals magic spreading lightly through her ankle as she worked to heal it, “..enough, Kerchak…”

Pausing a moment as the pain she had been feeling finally subsided, she sat herself back up, her vibrant blue eyes lingering upon her ankle for what felt like a lifetime before finally, she lifted her gaze up to meet with his own, her jaw clenching for only a fraction of a second in a show that she wasn’t in the mood for him to lecture her about her actions, “..کیا تم مجھے احمق سمجھتے ہو..?”

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she lifted the necklace back up before once more replacing it around her neck so that it was resting lightly over her flesh- did he really think that she would do something like this without having a reason..? He had known her all her life, and not once had they had disagreement about how those who wandered close to the city should be handled… so why he was getting angry with her now was not only unacceptable, but also uncalled for.

“You go too far- I would slay him where he stood, however such thing is no longer possible. We are connected as one…” Turning her head down so that she was looking at the man she had brought into the city, she reached out to take a hold of his wrists, her grip firm as she turned both of his hands, trying her best to figure out what it was that he had done to her as she explained, “He is sharman… magic pulsing from his hands now connects his mind with my own- I feel as he does, just as he now thinks as I do…”

Kerchak held his ground for a moment then lowered his weapon. Of course his Queen would not act without reason, unlike his own actions just now. He saw the outsider and his blood boiled, he wanted to protect the people and upkeep Atlantian law, but he also had to make sure the Queen was safe.

“I apologize for my outburst…” Kerchak said bowing his head to Kida.“I didn’t mean to insult your intelligence, I only feared for the safety of our people; and you my Queen. I recommend we learn how you are connected to him, and try reversing the effects. When he awakens of course. In the meantime, can you tell me anything more about the outsider?” Kerchak asked as he knelt down to get a closer look at the stranger. He wondered how this man had found Atlantis, ever since the catalyst, Atlantis was practically impossible to find.

“..he lays claim that he may speak with animals…”

Furrowing her brows together at the mere thought of being able to communicate with the creatures roaming the world around them, Kida took a moment to turn her head in his direction, her bright crystal-blue eyes lifting to meet with his as her soft lips parted from one another- of all the things that had been spoken between her and the outsider, the idea that he could speak with animals was indeed the strangest, even more so than the claim that he knew not how many seasons were in a years cycle, or what a monarch was.

“..he seemed distressed that I could not do same- even going so far as to lay hand on me… I fear he was in search for something he did not find.” Releasing the outsiders wrists, she pulled her hands back into her body, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts on what had transpired between Tarzan and herself before finally, she shook her head lightly from side to side, a soft sigh falling through her lips as she turned her full attention back up to the man she had known for centuries, “..I could feel it… his disappointment; confusion as to what he could not explain… emotions that were not of my own…”

"This is strange indeed. Even though you can feel his emotions and thoughts, you must not forget yourself. He is not our kind. And as soon as we can figure out how to break the connection you know what must be done." Kerchak said looking into her eyes. There was no way they could let an outsider live after seeing their city, the only reason this one was still alive was because of his connection to the queen. The fact that this stranger laid a hand on their queen outraged him, but he knew he must stay calm so as to not upset Kida, or hurt her through means of the stranger.

"Since his mind is connected to yours we will treat him well... For now. Does this outsider have a name? If his emotions are tied to yours we will want him to be comfortable." Kerchak said, standing up straight and looking down at the man laying in front of him.

Lifting her hand up from where it had been resting within her lap, Kida held it out in his direction, waiting until he had taken a hold of it before eventually, she used his weight and strength to help lift her back up to her feet, the young woman pausing for only a moment to ensure she wouldn’t fall back to the ground before she slowly pulled her hand back, her bright blues meeting with familiar brown orbs as she held his gaze for just that little bit longer before finally, she tore her attention away, her feet carrying her across the room and over to where her a pile of clothes had been lain out over the table for her to put on.

“..he calls himself Tarzan…”

Turning her head away and off to the side, she lifted her arms up from where they had been hanging before she reached back, her eyes closing lightly as she gathered her long white locks of hair, pulling them across and over her shoulder before she twisted her body ever slightly, her eyes opening once more so that she was able to look back at him where he stood, pausing a moment before she motioned to the ties holding the material around her body with a simple nod of his head, silently calling for his help, “..if you please…”

"Of course" Kerchak said as he stepped over to where Kida was standing and began to untie the ties that bound Kidas clothes. He allowed for them to drop to the floor then turned to face the door to make sure she had he privacy, also keeping an eye out on this Tarzan fellow should he wake up.

"Tarzan? Ok, but he's your responsibility." there was no one better to be responsible for Tarzan than Kida because of her connection with him. He hoped she would see it the same way.

“Gratitude… your confidence in me means much, Kerchak.”

Letting the long locks of hair slip from her grasp, Kida was sure to give him a single nod, a small smile playing over her lips as she began to unwrap the material of her skirt from around her waist, allowing it to fall and join the rest on the floor by her feet before finally, she reached out to pick up what had been lain out for her to wear that evening; her hands lingering a while longer so that she could tie it in place around her lower body, leaving her chest completely exposed before she turned, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing over his flesh as she placed a hand upon his shoulder, a sign to show him that she was done changing.

“..see preparations made; though he is an outsider, we shall welcome him. Oh; as for the councils suggestion… we have much to discuss regarding the future of the city and its people…”

“Of course my Queen. I will make sure the preparations are made…” Kerchak paused for a moment. He knew the council’s suggestion and didn’t much approve. Although the catalyst had changed who he was drastically, Kida and he were childhood friends. She was like a sister to him, which was one of the reasons he felt so protective of her, besides the fact she was the Queen. But doing what was good for the city, was first priority.

“Kida… We have been friends since a young age. You are my closest, and only, friend. But we have to do what is best for the city. You know this as well as I.” Kerchak looked down into the face of his long time friend to wait her response.

The look in his eyes… it was clear he had already made up his mind on the matter. Lifting her hand up from where it had been rested over his shoulder, Kida lightly pressed it against his cheek, holding it there for what felt like a lifetime before finally, she nodded her head softly in understanding of what it was that he was saying to her- the city and its people came first; their feelings toward one another would have to be set aside in order to make the arrangement work.

“..you are like brother to me; it does not feel right… but I understand… the city, the people; they must come first…”

“I feel the same, I would not do it if it weren't for the greater good. I'm glad you understand.” Kerchak said standing still as her hand touched his cheek. It was true, it felt as though they were brother and sister, and going through with this felt wrong. Kerchak sighed, then wrapped his arms around Kida in a loving embrace.

“You are a great Queen, you will do great things in your time” Kerchak said with a smile, and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“..as you will be a great King…”

Tearing her gaze away from his, Kida lowered her head down, letting it press softly against his collarbone as she took a step closer to him, bringing herself closer in the hug that they were sharing with one another; her eyes closing as a soft and almost inaudible sigh fell from her lips- the last thing she wanted to do was be wed to her best friend, but if it was for the good of the city… it seemed there was no other choice…

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Captain James Hook

The Moors ~ Fairy Tale World

The waves of the ocean crashed against the ship’s hull, rocking it back and forth in motion with the waves. One of the most fearsome crew of pirates to ever set sail was bustling about on the main deck, preparing to moor the ship. A high pitch whistle was heard by the crew, then a voice called out;

“Drop the anchor and secure the sails! We’ve reached the moors lads!”

The short and pudgy pirate who had called out the commands scurried across the deck and into the captain’s quarters while the crew brought the ship to a halt.

“We’re ready to get you ashore cap’n and retrieve your belonging.” The plump pirate said as he started to get the captains things in order. He reached into the captain’s wardrobe and pulled out a red frock coat, decorated with gold buttons.

The captain stood out of a throne he had acquired while on one of his many adventures and held out his arms for his coat. His first mate helped the captain with his coat and buttoned it up, giving it a light brushing to make sure everything looked just right.

“We want you to look good for the queen.” But his brushing was cut short when the captains blue eyes, like that of the blue forget-me-nots, met with his own. If looks could kill, many a man would be dead by the captains icy cold gaze. The captain’s first mate gave a nervous gulp and then stepped back. “Well best finish getting you ready.” he said as he scurried off to get the rest of the captain’s belongings. He picked up a dual, golden, cigar holder and placed two cigars in each slot then handed it to the captain. Once the captain was presentable his first mate opened the cabin door and shouted for all to hear. “Captain on board! Make way for Captain Hook!”

Out from the cabin Captain Hooks footsteps resounded across the ship as silence washed over the crew. But the silence was broken as soon as Captain Hook stepped out of his quarters and appeared to his men. They all cheered for their beloved captain, the most feared man to ever sail the seven seas!

A chant of his name, Hook, had broke out among the crowd as he stepped out and brandished the iron hook that was at the end of his arm in place of his hand. One of the pirates aboard the ship had one too many drinks, Skylights they called him. As hook passed by, Skylights lurches clumsily against him, ruffling his lace collar. Without pausing for even a moment, the captain held out his iron hook and ran it across the clumsy pirates chest as he walked by. The sound of flesh and shirt being torn was heard as well as the screech of a dying man. The other pirates kick the body to the side and continue admiring their captain. In all of this not once did Hook remove the cigars from his mouth, but just casually strolled on. His first mate, Smee, was not far behind cleaning the blood off his hook and straightening his collar as he walked to the dinghy they would take ashore.

For most men a calm demeanor was not something to be feared; but when it came to Hook, he was never more sinister than when he was polite. He stepped into the dinghy, followed by Smee, and a few of his other crew members who would row the boat ashore. He remained standing while they rowed to shore, and stepped out onto the beach as soon as the boat stopped.

“Cap’n, should we come with you should things get nasty in there?” Smee asked as he stepped out of the boat.

“No Smee, wait here for my return.” Hook said without even turning to face his first mate. In front of him stood the castle of Maleficent, the Dark Queen. He made his way up to the castle doors. The closer he got to the doors the more annoyed he got at his current situation, if it wasn’t his hat it was something else he would have to waste time to come back and retrieve. His stride never once ceased, even as he threw open the doors to the Dark Queen’s throne room. His sights were focused on Maleficent, and the extravagant hat that sat upon her head. Though he had tunnel vision for his hat, he saw that Jafar was in the room as well but chose to pay him no mind whatsoever.

“Maleficent you foul witch, I haven’t the time for your silly games. Every minute I spend here is one minute less I spend finding Pan! Now may I please have my hat back.” Hook said sternly, holding his hand out to the Dark Queen waiting for his hat.