Post by Shariea on Feb 6, 2013 7:51:22 GMT -8
(A little back story on the rp, and why its Semi-open. I just want to make sure everyone is on the same page for when we get started. This RP will be a mix of 'Once upon a time' and 'warehouse 13'. Essentially all the fairy tales of the past where real, and have had families, risen or fallen in power or even had their family lines completely die out. Magic is failing in this world, but a few objects from the old days still hold power. Say, Cinderella's glass slippers, Sleeping beauty's spinning wheel and so on and so forth. Some families still have their items, some didnt even consider them special and sold them long ago. For whatever reason, Those items have become scattered around the land and there are two powers. Naturally, Good and evil, seeking them out. The part of the big baddie is still open for goods, as well as the high mucky mucks on the good side and all the players inbetween.
If you can think of a good backstory for a character and have them tied back to a fairy tail, Awesome! Multiple people can play from the family lines of the old fairy tales, after all siblings, cousins and distant relations would be common place. The only things that have been decided at this point are; The wolf from the red riding hood story was in fact a werewolf. The curse, through mingling in the bloodlines has passed to the current decedents of Red riding hoods line, but it skips alot of the members. The 'wolf' clan, now looks out and acts as handlers for Red riding hood's line, keeping them from going completely crazy during the first few phases. )
(And this is where we begin... with my character Morgan Ryder a decedent of red riding hood. )
The days of old where long past, when the founding family's of Charming, Cinderella, White, and many others had reigned. The Land had been blessed with many wonderful years of prosperity and it seemed like 'happy ever after' would reign well...ever after. Alas though, it was not to be.
Not everyone can live forever, and so as the years passed and the kingdoms where passed to new hands, Heirs who where not as pure of heart where easily corrupted. The city of Midas, with out the golden hand of their king was the first to fall. Ogres and trolls began to make a resurgence into the area, and a terrible plague washed over the lands. All that was good seemed to be withering and the minions of Evil rejoiced.
All of that is left in legend now, old stories and to most they are considered bed time stories and a way to try and better your life and enjoy the now. Among the people of Rhydon, Morgan was probably the least interested in stories of the past. The modern age was here, with all manner of new age conveniences never dreamed by their ancestors. In a world where Magic was slowly ebbing away and giving way to the dawn of a new age, what was there for her to worry about?
The castles where still in use by a few very lucky families, but hers was never quite so lucky. A small cottage in the woods, and a farm house was really all that could be spoken for. Which is precisely why she had an apartment in the city. She was her own person, and by hell or high water she was going to make a name for herself in this world.
With a groan she kicked off her shoes and fell dramatically on the couch. "Ahhhh." her raven hair spread out like a stain against the cushions as she laid there for a moment, her body too sore to move. She would rather just stay home, laying here like this for the rest of the evening. But that was not to be so. She had work to do, more work than her delivery job. At least it paid the bills, not that she had much to get by on beyond that.
After a moment her hand reached out and fumbled across the coffee table, finding a remote she clicked it in the general direction of her entertainment center, sending loud music with a deep bass running through the room.
A second groan and she sat up. Eyes closed, and head tilted back as she leaned, sinking deep into the comfortable couch. She let the beat run through her managing to pull inner strength from somewhere and finally she stood up. Eyes still closed as she moved with the beat of the music towards her bedroom to change. She was going to need some coffee, but first a change of clothing from her day time uniform.
Walking into the bathroom she splashed some water on her face for a wake up call. The cold shock to her system was a pleasant, but fleeting, rush to her system. Looking at the mirror for a moment she smirked lightly at herself. "Oh dont you give me that look. You know what it takes to survive." She sighed and closed her pale green eyes. Rolling her shoulders she walked into the bedroom and tossed her shirt on the bed. Along with many other clothes that littered the room, but if one where to ask her, she knew where everything was and they werent dirty enough to be washed yet.
Dressing in a dark navy shirt, jeans, and a black zip up hoody she sighed. Casual, nothing to draw attention to her as out of the ordinary but dark enough to slip into the shadows easily. Yes, just what she needed.
A beep from the kitchen signaled that coffee was done, and she hurried to the welcome aroma. Pouring herself a large glass she had enough time to sip at the warm liquid as she pondered tonights plan of attack. Flopping back on the couch once more she picked up her laptop and began scrolling through the maps of the city. The fairy network had really changed the world once technology had caught up enough to the point where everyone was connected. It was so easy to keep in touch with people, no more carrier pigdeons or riders in the night. No no, Hundreds of years in the future and all she had to do to plan an attack was a few clicks of a mouse.
*Closing the lid of her laptop she finished the last bit of coffee in her mug before she stood up. Another groan left her as she stretched, her arms above her head she closed her eyes again and fought off a yawn. Soon the adrenalin would be pumping through her, and really that was all she needed.
Locking the door she quickly descended the stairs and headed out into the cold night. Her breath came out as vapor around her head as she quickly walked to her car. Wrapping her frame against the cold in the fabric of her hoodie she practicly dove into the car and fumbled for the keys to start the heater. It was only Autumn but winter was fast approaching. She was lucky she didnt live in the part of town that the trolls liked to visit, close, but she wasnt quite that poor.
The drive thankfully wasnt too long, but the heater quickly warmed her as the dark streets wore on through the evening. An small mom and pop style shop to her left. She drove past it, looking around watching. No one around, but that didnt mean much. Parking about a block away she once more entered into the cold of night.
Walking along she kept a steady pace before dipping into the shadows of the store, away from the light she held up her hand, feeling for any barriers. Nothing, as she suspected this particular store couldnt afford any sort of magical service. Good for her, bad for them.
A quick pick of the lock and she was inside. A client of hers had requested an item. She liked to think of herself as dealing in retrieval services rather than being an outright thief. It belonged to her client, once. Just because they had pawned it and forgotten to pay the tab didnt mean much to her. Frankly she didnt care what the story was, they wanted this item and she was going to get it, the pay was decent for the risk.
Generally it was things like wedding rings, or something with true sentimental value. Occasionally it was just because the item was expensive, too expensive for their pocket book, and she came with out a discount.
A quick look around the shop and she found what she was looking for, a small locket with the initials J. and M. on the front. Simple enough, but once again sentimental value won people over. The locket was out of the case and in her pocket before anyone was the wiser, and she was already down the street and back to her car, a shadow moving in the night.
If you can think of a good backstory for a character and have them tied back to a fairy tail, Awesome! Multiple people can play from the family lines of the old fairy tales, after all siblings, cousins and distant relations would be common place. The only things that have been decided at this point are; The wolf from the red riding hood story was in fact a werewolf. The curse, through mingling in the bloodlines has passed to the current decedents of Red riding hoods line, but it skips alot of the members. The 'wolf' clan, now looks out and acts as handlers for Red riding hood's line, keeping them from going completely crazy during the first few phases. )
(And this is where we begin... with my character Morgan Ryder a decedent of red riding hood. )
The days of old where long past, when the founding family's of Charming, Cinderella, White, and many others had reigned. The Land had been blessed with many wonderful years of prosperity and it seemed like 'happy ever after' would reign well...ever after. Alas though, it was not to be.
Not everyone can live forever, and so as the years passed and the kingdoms where passed to new hands, Heirs who where not as pure of heart where easily corrupted. The city of Midas, with out the golden hand of their king was the first to fall. Ogres and trolls began to make a resurgence into the area, and a terrible plague washed over the lands. All that was good seemed to be withering and the minions of Evil rejoiced.
All of that is left in legend now, old stories and to most they are considered bed time stories and a way to try and better your life and enjoy the now. Among the people of Rhydon, Morgan was probably the least interested in stories of the past. The modern age was here, with all manner of new age conveniences never dreamed by their ancestors. In a world where Magic was slowly ebbing away and giving way to the dawn of a new age, what was there for her to worry about?
The castles where still in use by a few very lucky families, but hers was never quite so lucky. A small cottage in the woods, and a farm house was really all that could be spoken for. Which is precisely why she had an apartment in the city. She was her own person, and by hell or high water she was going to make a name for herself in this world.
With a groan she kicked off her shoes and fell dramatically on the couch. "Ahhhh." her raven hair spread out like a stain against the cushions as she laid there for a moment, her body too sore to move. She would rather just stay home, laying here like this for the rest of the evening. But that was not to be so. She had work to do, more work than her delivery job. At least it paid the bills, not that she had much to get by on beyond that.
After a moment her hand reached out and fumbled across the coffee table, finding a remote she clicked it in the general direction of her entertainment center, sending loud music with a deep bass running through the room.
A second groan and she sat up. Eyes closed, and head tilted back as she leaned, sinking deep into the comfortable couch. She let the beat run through her managing to pull inner strength from somewhere and finally she stood up. Eyes still closed as she moved with the beat of the music towards her bedroom to change. She was going to need some coffee, but first a change of clothing from her day time uniform.
Walking into the bathroom she splashed some water on her face for a wake up call. The cold shock to her system was a pleasant, but fleeting, rush to her system. Looking at the mirror for a moment she smirked lightly at herself. "Oh dont you give me that look. You know what it takes to survive." She sighed and closed her pale green eyes. Rolling her shoulders she walked into the bedroom and tossed her shirt on the bed. Along with many other clothes that littered the room, but if one where to ask her, she knew where everything was and they werent dirty enough to be washed yet.
Dressing in a dark navy shirt, jeans, and a black zip up hoody she sighed. Casual, nothing to draw attention to her as out of the ordinary but dark enough to slip into the shadows easily. Yes, just what she needed.
A beep from the kitchen signaled that coffee was done, and she hurried to the welcome aroma. Pouring herself a large glass she had enough time to sip at the warm liquid as she pondered tonights plan of attack. Flopping back on the couch once more she picked up her laptop and began scrolling through the maps of the city. The fairy network had really changed the world once technology had caught up enough to the point where everyone was connected. It was so easy to keep in touch with people, no more carrier pigdeons or riders in the night. No no, Hundreds of years in the future and all she had to do to plan an attack was a few clicks of a mouse.
*Closing the lid of her laptop she finished the last bit of coffee in her mug before she stood up. Another groan left her as she stretched, her arms above her head she closed her eyes again and fought off a yawn. Soon the adrenalin would be pumping through her, and really that was all she needed.
Locking the door she quickly descended the stairs and headed out into the cold night. Her breath came out as vapor around her head as she quickly walked to her car. Wrapping her frame against the cold in the fabric of her hoodie she practicly dove into the car and fumbled for the keys to start the heater. It was only Autumn but winter was fast approaching. She was lucky she didnt live in the part of town that the trolls liked to visit, close, but she wasnt quite that poor.
The drive thankfully wasnt too long, but the heater quickly warmed her as the dark streets wore on through the evening. An small mom and pop style shop to her left. She drove past it, looking around watching. No one around, but that didnt mean much. Parking about a block away she once more entered into the cold of night.
Walking along she kept a steady pace before dipping into the shadows of the store, away from the light she held up her hand, feeling for any barriers. Nothing, as she suspected this particular store couldnt afford any sort of magical service. Good for her, bad for them.
A quick pick of the lock and she was inside. A client of hers had requested an item. She liked to think of herself as dealing in retrieval services rather than being an outright thief. It belonged to her client, once. Just because they had pawned it and forgotten to pay the tab didnt mean much to her. Frankly she didnt care what the story was, they wanted this item and she was going to get it, the pay was decent for the risk.
Generally it was things like wedding rings, or something with true sentimental value. Occasionally it was just because the item was expensive, too expensive for their pocket book, and she came with out a discount.
A quick look around the shop and she found what she was looking for, a small locket with the initials J. and M. on the front. Simple enough, but once again sentimental value won people over. The locket was out of the case and in her pocket before anyone was the wiser, and she was already down the street and back to her car, a shadow moving in the night.