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Name: Synthia Roenhien
Age: 25
Occupation: Secretary
Quarters: San Francisco Dome Mansion 22i43
Run now. Run far. Leave your homes and things. Forget your status and leave this place. This day is chaos and disaster. Run now. Run far. Get away as fast as you can! Here they come! The black clouds of a dark curse. Its Topsy Turvy!
This is the first time it's happened here. This is new and widely feared. Every villain is a hero and every hero is a villain. This is Topsy Turvy! All the color drains from everything and everyone. The stars are all dead and all gone.
Who is going to save us from now on? This is Topsy Turvy for everyone. Run now. Run far. Escape this horror if you can. Get a message to a hero if you can. We need help this Topsy-
"God that was annoying.." The limp form of Clopin is clicked aside as black oozes from his no longer colored body. Topsy Turvy indeed.. Using a finger tip to touch a black butterflies wing it is directed to let the others out of their eternal slumber under the ground. Geysers of them begin to pop up and spew the flying triangular insects across the realm and beyond. All the color is drained from the land and the people who live there.
"Alright now no need to be impatient my darlings." A jar of colored butterflies is held up with the entrance pointing toward the black mob of the others. A single circular ball is attached to them by different colored strings.
"Go." The colored butterflies rush out of the jar to their new hostesses. Turning them Topsy Turvy.
Few Things To Know.
1. I am searching for a long term partner.
2. You need to have a basic understanding of Disney and Dreamworks. (At least know a good bit of characters.)
3. This is advanced. I personally intend to write a lot, but at least two-three paragraphs is required. Only exception comes with dialogue.
4. This is both OC and canon character friendly. Npcs are a must in this type of setting so I do expect to play a good chunk of them myself.
5. If you have a character (OC/Canon) that is great! If not I do have some characters for you to play if you so desire.
6. I'm being kind of strict with this plot because it's something I want to develope and potentially animate gifs and short animation clips for (I aspire to be an animator.)
7. I am open to new ideas, plot twists, and other surprises to help develope the story. The point is to have fun and I'm looking for a partner to not only help with this plot but to challenge me with new ideas.
8. This is not typical Disney/Dreamworks happy fluff. This is dark, bloody, scary, and not for the feint of heart. This is mature and involves blood, gore, maybe some swearing (or intended swearing) and the like.
9. I am willing to role play this plot in particular with multiple people.
10. Please pm me if interested or leave a post here. I'm not entirely concerned with pairings and am open to all characters of the same, opposing, gender queer sex.
*While I am open to other plots and pairings, I specifically would like to role play THIS. If you are not but still would like to role play then please send me a pm.
This is the first time it's happened here. This is new and widely feared. Every villain is a hero and every hero is a villain. This is Topsy Turvy! All the color drains from everything and everyone. The stars are all dead and all gone.
Who is going to save us from now on? This is Topsy Turvy for everyone. Run now. Run far. Escape this horror if you can. Get a message to a hero if you can. We need help this Topsy-
"God that was annoying.." The limp form of Clopin is clicked aside as black oozes from his no longer colored body. Topsy Turvy indeed.. Using a finger tip to touch a black butterflies wing it is directed to let the others out of their eternal slumber under the ground. Geysers of them begin to pop up and spew the flying triangular insects across the realm and beyond. All the color is drained from the land and the people who live there.
"Alright now no need to be impatient my darlings." A jar of colored butterflies is held up with the entrance pointing toward the black mob of the others. A single circular ball is attached to them by different colored strings.
"Go." The colored butterflies rush out of the jar to their new hostesses. Turning them Topsy Turvy.
Few Things To Know.
1. I am searching for a long term partner.
2. You need to have a basic understanding of Disney and Dreamworks. (At least know a good bit of characters.)
3. This is advanced. I personally intend to write a lot, but at least two-three paragraphs is required. Only exception comes with dialogue.
4. This is both OC and canon character friendly. Npcs are a must in this type of setting so I do expect to play a good chunk of them myself.
5. If you have a character (OC/Canon) that is great! If not I do have some characters for you to play if you so desire.
6. I'm being kind of strict with this plot because it's something I want to develope and potentially animate gifs and short animation clips for (I aspire to be an animator.)
7. I am open to new ideas, plot twists, and other surprises to help develope the story. The point is to have fun and I'm looking for a partner to not only help with this plot but to challenge me with new ideas.
8. This is not typical Disney/Dreamworks happy fluff. This is dark, bloody, scary, and not for the feint of heart. This is mature and involves blood, gore, maybe some swearing (or intended swearing) and the like.
9. I am willing to role play this plot in particular with multiple people.
10. Please pm me if interested or leave a post here. I'm not entirely concerned with pairings and am open to all characters of the same, opposing, gender queer sex.
*While I am open to other plots and pairings, I specifically would like to role play THIS. If you are not but still would like to role play then please send me a pm.
I've thought of that, I've thought of having the planet flood, and super cell storms.
All the animals would be able to talk to eachother. Just at the start have only house pets, and then as the rp progresses add more and various animals. As for prey-type animals like Rabbits and snakes and mice, at first because the pet type animals are so accustomed to dog/cat food and pellets they wouldn't think much about hunting. As the world becomes more and more 'uncivilized' then it would be more so that the prey animals would turn into prey as the house pets would move farther out to the wilds.
As for starting I figured that they would live in the same neighborhood and it's not until their owners are evacuated and all the pets haven't eaten in a while start to wonder what's going on exactly. If it's a natural disaster it would be more apparent of the danger as the humans get rescued and the pets are left behind to fend for themselves.
It depends on the kind of doomsday everyone would be up for.
As for starting I figured that they would live in the same neighborhood and it's not until their owners are evacuated and all the pets haven't eaten in a while start to wonder what's going on exactly. If it's a natural disaster it would be more apparent of the danger as the humans get rescued and the pets are left behind to fend for themselves.
It depends on the kind of doomsday everyone would be up for.
The idea is cool, but I'm more focused on common house pets rather than lane expiraments right now. We could do some kind of nuclear warfare if that's what you (and others) are into.
So we all know that story. Zombies, radio active waste, nuclear warfare, aliens, etc. just an overall role play about something that threatens to wipe the humans off of the face of the planet. But whatever happened to their pets? The thousands of dogs, cats, reptiles, and various domesticated farm animals? What about all the zoo animals? Lions, Tigers, Bears, Elephants, and other various non-native animals that live on thousands of acres of reserved property? What happened to them? Did they just die off as well, or are they trying to survive this apocalyptic horror like we are?
Needless to say I would like role play an apocalyptic setting through the eyes of various pets and other native and non-native animals. Doomsday doesn't necessarily have to mean 'zombie'. Again there's always the eruption of super volcanoes, nuclear warfare, virus, flooding, super cell storms that ravage the planet, those kind of things. Right now I'm only looking for about four people cause I want to keep this relatively small at the start, but add characters and other situations as the role play continues.
So just post here or pm if interested, thanks for reading.
Needless to say I would like role play an apocalyptic setting through the eyes of various pets and other native and non-native animals. Doomsday doesn't necessarily have to mean 'zombie'. Again there's always the eruption of super volcanoes, nuclear warfare, virus, flooding, super cell storms that ravage the planet, those kind of things. Right now I'm only looking for about four people cause I want to keep this relatively small at the start, but add characters and other situations as the role play continues.
So just post here or pm if interested, thanks for reading.
Sorry it's so short Dx
Alexis tilted her head as Ivy approached. Her posture calm and collected, her green eyes appraising the older witch thoughtfully. "The rumors don't do you justice, Miss Ivy." The red head replied respectfully, her face cracking in a friendly smile. "My name is Alexis Cheshire." She curtsied as the lie rolled off her tongue easily. It would be better to lie about her surname and keep herself under the radar as much as possible. She needed to blend in and figure out a way to heard Ivy somewhere private where they could talk.
She sipped the rest of her champagne, her green eyes never leaving Ivys. "I must say it is a surprise to see you here. I figure you would go for the more wild parties." She winked at the brunette and giggled holding her champagne glass. Upon closer inspection of Alexis one could notice that she was thinner than the average person. Almost anorexic looking, as though she was diseased. Her skin looked as though it were made of porcelain rather than flesh. In a way she could also pass for a clay doll, but that theory was automatically disproved because of her heart beat, as faded as it was. A very peculiar underground person indeed. The red head felt a little bad that she was lying through her teeth, and breaking all sorts of rules regulated by both worlds, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
And she was running out of time a lot quicker than she liked.
She sipped the rest of her champagne, her green eyes never leaving Ivys. "I must say it is a surprise to see you here. I figure you would go for the more wild parties." She winked at the brunette and giggled holding her champagne glass. Upon closer inspection of Alexis one could notice that she was thinner than the average person. Almost anorexic looking, as though she was diseased. Her skin looked as though it were made of porcelain rather than flesh. In a way she could also pass for a clay doll, but that theory was automatically disproved because of her heart beat, as faded as it was. A very peculiar underground person indeed. The red head felt a little bad that she was lying through her teeth, and breaking all sorts of rules regulated by both worlds, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
And she was running out of time a lot quicker than she liked.
Okay cool.
"Lady Alexis I must voice my concerns..." Anatolia said as she helped Alexis into her corset. The blind maids grey eyes half lidded with worry. "Attending an underground party?! Your father will be furious! Not to mention the trouble you'll get into down there..."
Alexis gasped as Anatolia pulled the wale bone corset tight against her sides, shortening her waste. Alexis had to hold onto the bed post to steady herself as Anatolia pulled: hard. "Oh come off it! Father isn't going to find out about this and neither are they. All I need to do is get in touch with a witch." Alexis McCallister was the youngest of the McCallister clan with three older brothers, an absent father, and an alcoholic mother. Not to mention a cursed family. "If I can-gasp-get a witch to-gasp-heal me I might-gasp-be able to get Clara to break our families curse." She wheezed. Once the corset was tight enough Anatolia begun to dress Alexis in her most fine garments for the swarray.
"Lady Alexis, I am well aware of your family history, but are you sure a witch is going to help you? What your proposing is absolutely ridiculous! Besides that we don't mix with the underground and they don't mix with us!"
"Well when their world threatens to be exposed, I'm sure they'll be more than willing to help out." Or at least willing to put me out of my misery... She thought bitterly. Alexis suffered from a very rare disease type in which her blood cells were only half the shape they should be and her blood didn't clot naturally. Due to her blood cells carrying less oxygen through out her body, her life expectancy was shortened to a mere 2 more years. At 17 this did not bode well for the young woman. The trade off to her illness was that Alexis could see what was known as the Underground; the supernatural world that most people couldn't. Her family had had a history of the supernatural and paranormal for years. Cursed. Her older brother could transport himself through mirrors and the twins were able to alter reality. For being a bunch of humans they could do some pretty odd things. But this power didn't come from them directly, it came from the family matriarch- Clara McCallister. As Anatolia put up her apple red hair Alexis was lost in thought.
"Well, you're ready as you'll ever be." Ana sighed. "You sure the party is at the Abraham place?"
"Most positive."
~~~
Alexis stood among the crowd, her red hair and dress matching the extravagant party goers. All of them were nonhuman. With her pale skin, red rose hair, and emerald green eyes the young teen easily passed for a demon. She heard some whisperers call her a succubi, that was fine. Let them think what they want. Her family may have been well known, but the members of the McCallister family were a little more mysterious. Humans who knew about the Underground (few as they were) just assumed they belonged there. The Underground didn't know what to think. Some speculated humans, others speculated an ancient and powerful race that was long believed extinct. All theories were outlandish and far fetched even by the McCallister family standards.
But this was a benefit to Alexis, because of her families rarity of public socialization she would not stand out like a sore thumb, but remain under the radar. The red head grabbed a champagne glass and stood over by the wall, her cat-like green eyes watching the dance floor. A cat stalking would be prey. She needed a witch. Only a witch could give her the answers she needed and hopefully extend her life by a few more years. She'd probably get better luck with a demon, but considering the fact her family had plenty to spare, it was better off that she left that particular can-of-worms unopened.
She sipped more of her champagne as something green flitted in the corner of her vision. Alexis tilted her head to find the color, and scored spotting none other than Ivy in her vision socializing with other party goers. The girl in green was a witch and a powerful one at that too. This night was going to get interesting.
Alexis gasped as Anatolia pulled the wale bone corset tight against her sides, shortening her waste. Alexis had to hold onto the bed post to steady herself as Anatolia pulled: hard. "Oh come off it! Father isn't going to find out about this and neither are they. All I need to do is get in touch with a witch." Alexis McCallister was the youngest of the McCallister clan with three older brothers, an absent father, and an alcoholic mother. Not to mention a cursed family. "If I can-gasp-get a witch to-gasp-heal me I might-gasp-be able to get Clara to break our families curse." She wheezed. Once the corset was tight enough Anatolia begun to dress Alexis in her most fine garments for the swarray.
"Lady Alexis, I am well aware of your family history, but are you sure a witch is going to help you? What your proposing is absolutely ridiculous! Besides that we don't mix with the underground and they don't mix with us!"
"Well when their world threatens to be exposed, I'm sure they'll be more than willing to help out." Or at least willing to put me out of my misery... She thought bitterly. Alexis suffered from a very rare disease type in which her blood cells were only half the shape they should be and her blood didn't clot naturally. Due to her blood cells carrying less oxygen through out her body, her life expectancy was shortened to a mere 2 more years. At 17 this did not bode well for the young woman. The trade off to her illness was that Alexis could see what was known as the Underground; the supernatural world that most people couldn't. Her family had had a history of the supernatural and paranormal for years. Cursed. Her older brother could transport himself through mirrors and the twins were able to alter reality. For being a bunch of humans they could do some pretty odd things. But this power didn't come from them directly, it came from the family matriarch- Clara McCallister. As Anatolia put up her apple red hair Alexis was lost in thought.
"Well, you're ready as you'll ever be." Ana sighed. "You sure the party is at the Abraham place?"
"Most positive."
~~~
Alexis stood among the crowd, her red hair and dress matching the extravagant party goers. All of them were nonhuman. With her pale skin, red rose hair, and emerald green eyes the young teen easily passed for a demon. She heard some whisperers call her a succubi, that was fine. Let them think what they want. Her family may have been well known, but the members of the McCallister family were a little more mysterious. Humans who knew about the Underground (few as they were) just assumed they belonged there. The Underground didn't know what to think. Some speculated humans, others speculated an ancient and powerful race that was long believed extinct. All theories were outlandish and far fetched even by the McCallister family standards.
But this was a benefit to Alexis, because of her families rarity of public socialization she would not stand out like a sore thumb, but remain under the radar. The red head grabbed a champagne glass and stood over by the wall, her cat-like green eyes watching the dance floor. A cat stalking would be prey. She needed a witch. Only a witch could give her the answers she needed and hopefully extend her life by a few more years. She'd probably get better luck with a demon, but considering the fact her family had plenty to spare, it was better off that she left that particular can-of-worms unopened.
She sipped more of her champagne as something green flitted in the corner of her vision. Alexis tilted her head to find the color, and scored spotting none other than Ivy in her vision socializing with other party goers. The girl in green was a witch and a powerful one at that too. This night was going to get interesting.
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