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Post by Sabess on Jul 14, 2014 7:17:41 GMT -5
*SPOILERS AHEAD*
Making this as the interest check got enough people.
Tl;dr Scramble for power after the Crooked Man was imprisoned, Bigby and Snow are now recruiting new people (your characters) to help out and try to keep everything calm, or you can make your character one of the actual criminals whom simply don't want someone like the Crooked Man back and will help Bigby and Snow's cause.
Years ago, a large amount of magical creatures, known as Fables, fled their homeland, relocating to our mundane world. A large amount of them live in New York city, in a seemingly quiet neighborhood, though it's really just protected by magic so the humans (Known as mundies to the fables) don't take interest in it unless something of note happens. A building burning down or a body left on the street, for example. The 'town hall', of sorts, known as 'The Woodlands' is where most official business is handled, and where the mayor and the deputy mayor reside, as well as many other Fables. The neighborhood itself is known as Fabletown, current lead by Snow White, the deputy mayor, as the mayor is currently on vacation. The Sheriff, Bigby Wolf, more commonly known as 'The Big Bad Wolf', enforces the law and keeps everyone from killing each other. Luckily, most Fables are rather resilient and hard to kill, many being able to take an axe to the brain without any lethal damage.
Six months ago, a man known as The Crooked Man fell from power. He was essentially the top dog of crime in Fabletown, forcing people into debt that could not be paid off due to the interest rates, and setting up a black market of illegal 'glamours'. Glamours are a sort of one time use spell that changes your appearance for a period of time, mainly used by non-human Fables to appear as if though they were human. Fabletown law states that you must do this while out in public if you are a non-human Fable, or you will be arrested and sent to 'The farm', a place upstate that houses all non-human Fables refusing or unable to buy Glamour. The Crooked Man's illegal glamours helped out some of the poorer Fabletown residents, but was still illegal, and was usually exploited, the glamours usually defective anyway. Following the murder of two Fables (Lily and Faith), and about a week of trouble, The Crooked Man was finally captured by Sheriff Bigby Wolf, and sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment. Turned into a bird, he was locked away in The Woodlands.
The Crooked Man left a power void in the Fabletown community. Snow White has changed the previously neglective system, something that the Crooked Man exploited endlessly, so there was less of a need for him even though he was gone. However, it is still true that not everyone can afford glamours and that they still need to take loans from outside sources. The other crimelords and people living outside of the Sherrif's law are beginning to scramble for this power, leading to a civil war between them, causing quite the commotion within Fabletown, even if the law abiding Fables aren't involved. Sheriff Bigby tried his best to solve the issue on his own, but only got so far. Bigby and Snow White decided to begin taking 'recruits' to help Bigby, though he wouldn't actually work with them most of the time, they would help him do his job - keep Fabletown under control, and attempt to help put a stop to this stupid war that has popped up.
Character sheets:
Name: (The name of your character, if you use an alternate name (The Big Bad Wolf = Bigsby Wolf, for example), list both)
Nickname(s): (Any nickname your character is called, if applicable)
Race: (Fable, obviously, however are you a human-like Fable, a troll, etc. Be aware that if you can not look like a human, you must purchase a glamour spell, which is rather expensive and needed regularly. This could put your character in a troublesome financial state.)
Gender: (Male or Female)
Birthplace: (Homelands or regular world)
'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, The Three Little Pigs, etc. It's generally assumed that if a character has the same name, it's the same person. The Big Bad Wolf is in Little Red Riding Hood as well as The Three Little pigs and a few other tales, Prince Charming has saved many a princess in his days, etc. You can always make something up yourself or edit an existing one, take an already established fairy tale, etc etc. Keep in mind that it isn't restricted to fairy tales. Nursery rhymes, some children's books, folklore, etc are all acceptable. If you're unsure, consult me. Even The Wizard of Oz is used in canon.)
Height: (How tall your character is, metric system, Imperial, or both. Glamoured and un-glamoured if applicable)
Weight: (How much your character weighs, in whatever system. Glamoured and un-glamoured again if applicable)
Eye Color: (The character of your character's eyes, un-glamoured and glamoured.)
Hair Color: (The colour of your charcter's hair, un-glamoured and glamoured. Put N/A if your character is bold in either state. )
Hair Style: (The hairstyle of your character if applicable, un-glamoured and glamoured.)
Facial Hair: (Facial hair, if male, un-glamoured and glamoured if your un-glamoured state actually has facial hair)
Skin Color: (The colour of your skin, glamoured and un-glamoured.)
Build: (Muscular, skinny, bulky, etc. What your character's build is.)
Distinguishing Features: (Any other notable features on your character. Tattoos, Scars, etc. Un-glamoured and glamoured, though in MOST cased a glamour will hide things such as a scar if you want it too. A missing limb or something similar will not.)
Skills: (What skills does your character possess? Firearms, hand-to-hand combat, or just good at secretary work, whatever you want.)
Apparel: (What your character wears in the day to day, or there several different outfits if they happen to change often or for certain situations.)
Weaponry: (Any weapons your character has, be it claws, knives, guns, etc.)
Other Equipment: (Any other random items your character carries around, cigarettes, for example.)
Affiliation: (What faction do you belong to? Chances are you're one of the new recruits, but you could also be an outlawed Fable forced to help them to avoid a repeat of the Crooked Man.)
Sexual Preference: (Is your character asexual, heterosexual, etc.)
Relationship Status: (Is your character in a relationship? Single, Married, Divorced, etc. Many Fables have been married at least once in their lifetime, as that's usually how the stories go. Princesses especially, though many are now divorced.)
Personality: (What your characters personality is like.)
History: (Your characters history, back in the homelands if they're from there, and the time they've spent in New York or another place in the world, keeping in mind they must currently be in New York. Seeing as the number of years is relatively vague, simply put things such as "The character did this for many years" rather than "The character did this for 20 years". Also keep in mind that the tone of The Wolf Among Us and the Fable comics is generally quite dark. Prince Charming is a womanizing, cheating prick, for example. Alcoholics, junkies, and poverty ridden Fables are not uncommon. You can of course be a regal prince or princess if you so wish, but nothing is rainbows and unicorns. Also keep in mind that the 'mundie' version of your tale does not have to mean it actually happened that way, but they will always share similarities. Repunzel's hair grows at 4 inches per hour, for example, but that doesn't mean it happened in the exact same way the tale's depict.)
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salamander
Newborn
Eh, I thought Frozen was alright.
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Post by salamander on Jul 14, 2014 18:39:02 GMT -5
Name: Asesino de Cabras
Nickname(s): N/A
Race: El Chupabacabra
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Regular world
'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: Descriptions of this animal vary widely in eye witness reports. It is most commonly depicted as having reptile-like skin with large spikes or quills along its back and head. It is often said to have large, oval shaped black or red eyes. Other reports mention it looking somewhat bat-like with wings for flying or as having a body shaped like a kangaroos and being capable of jumping great distances.
It is also depicted as looking much like an alien gray and that is where many people believe the myth of this animal being extraterrestrial in nature comes from. Some groups who believe in this creature suspect that it is either an alien pet left on earth or an alien experiment left behind. The reasons for why this creature was left on earth vary as widely as the descriptions of the chupacabra.
It is also described as being very similar to a hairless dog with large, protruding fangs. Many skeptics use these descriptions to fuel their argument that the chupacabra legend is nothing more than wild dogs or some other native animal.There are many different suggestions about where these animals come from. One claim is that they are man-made creatures created for the government and that the government is trying to cover up their existence. There have been reported claims of military involvement when suspected chupacabra bodies were discovered.
Others believe the legend of the chupacabra is nothing but a hoax and that the mutilations are performed by extreme religious sects. Some also suspect that it is done to create a media stir in certain locations to draw in tourists who are interested in the chupacabra myth.
It’s clear that the chupacabra is a legend. The interesting habits of this cryptid, the controversy around the plethora of sightings, and the media frenzy created by this fascinating mythical creature are further proof of its intrigue and mystery. To date, there is still no evidence that the scientific community considers reliable enough to prove the chupacabra's existence, but one day that may change. Until then, this animal will continue to fascinate people all over the world as a mythical cryptid.
Height: Glamoured: 5 ft 10 inches/ 1.778 meters Un-Glamoured: 3-4 ft long and 3-4 ft tall/ 1-1.5 meters tall and long
Weight: Glamoured: 160 pounds/ 72.5 kg Un-Glamoured: 48 pounds/ 21.7 kg
Eye Color: Glamoured: Coffee Brown Un-Glamoured: Red with thin slits as pupils
Hair Color: Glamoured: Dark Brown hair with streaks of gray. Un-Glamoured: N/A (Unless you count ridges as hair.)
Hair Style: Glamoured: Down to the ears and neatly combed back. Un-Glamoured: N/A
Facial Hair: Neatly trimmed mustache.
Skin Color: Glamoured: Mocha Brown Un-Glamoured: A mix between green and tan, which is strangely effective camouflage in desert environments.
Build: Skinny, but well maintained.
Distinguishing Features: A scar going diagonally across his left cheek as a result of a fight long ago. His hands are also rough and calloused.
Skills: As extensive knowledge of survival in the desert,expert tracker, Mexican history, and is an extremely good cook.
Apparel: On his head he wears an old tattered cowboy hat, he wears a plain white button up shirt( Usually under a light brown leather coat). He wears blue jeans, and work boots.
Weaponry: Claws and fangs.
Other Equipment: Goat Flavored jerky, Gunsmoke Cigarettes, and a black wallet with $30 in it.
Affiliation: Was recruited to help with the brewing war in Fabletown, used to own a mexican food truck, but it got stolen.
Sexual Preference: Finds anything but his own kind revolting sexually.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Easy going most of the time, though he would never mate with anything besides his own kind, he finds humans interesting. He hates the cold, cloudy days, and dogs of any kind. He loves the meat and blood of sheep, goats, and chickens. He finds the idea of an item having sentimental value ridiculous and hates 'Godzilla'. If he could, he would make the entirety of earth a desert and destroy the cold forever. The only reason he carries cigarettes is for the heat.
History: Asesino was born when the world was exploring the last frontier. In a land where coyotes, vultures, scorpions, snakes, and vaqueros roamed. His parents left him after a short time, and he had to learn to fend for himself. For years he roamed the desert, feasting on the blood of sheep and goats and once in a while, even children. He soon became a legend, a legend that seemed to have a name to humans, but not to him. He named himself Asesino de Cabras and took pride in it. Soon he discovered he was being hunted, the humans who weren't scared of him were combing the desert and Asesino knew it was only a matter of time before he was caught.
He started to head north, in hopes of them getting lost in the desert. He does not remember how, but he ended up with a group of creatures as outlandish as him, calling themselves Fables. He followed them to a place much colder and greener than the desert, eventually heading into a massive city. He became a part of their community and surprisingly, found he was a natural cook, and started a food truck business. Asesino found that Fables were even more brutal than the creatures of the desert. One night a screeching noise alerted him to the theft of his food truck. After that his financial state had been getting worse, barely getting by on Glamour and rent. When he was recruited to keep things calm in Fabletown, he had hopes that the employment would give enough money to sustain a living wage.
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Un-Glamoured Appearance: (Because all Chupacabras are different) A line of slightly spiked ridges goes from the tips of his snout down his head and spine to the tip of his tail. 3 inch claws, and 3 large fangs, two on top, one on bottom, with rows of smaller jagged teeth.(All other appearance stats are in their respective categories.)
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Post by Sabess on Jul 15, 2014 0:32:47 GMT -5
Looks good Mander
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 2:36:30 GMT -5
 Name: Ms Tinker Bell
Nickname(s): Tink
Race: Fable, fairy.
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Pixie Hollow, Homelands
'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: Peter Pan
Height: 10cm. No taller than a finger.
Weight: 3 oz
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Platinum blonde
Hair Style: She wears it up in a tight, well maintained bun.
Facial Hair: No sirree
Skin Color: White
Build: Slender and petite. Very VERY petite.
Distinguishing Features: Ms Bell is a fairy. She is able to hide her wings by retracting them at will. She cannot hide the fact she is less than a foot tall, and no glamour would cover up something that big (not a cheap one anyway). So instead, Tink makes do with the True Believer.
Named by the people of Fabletown, the True Believer is shy, quiet eight year old boy Dressed in a grubby t shirt and tattered jeans, the kid looks like an orphan from a Queens street shelter but many Fabletown residents speculate that he is so much more. Is he a Fable? One of the Lost Boys? Or even Peter Pan himself? Rumour runs wild but the Believer is saying nothing – literally. Carrying Miss Bell around in a match box, he is both the fairy’s chauffer and personal boyguard rolled into one. Like many of her kind, Tink can be injured or even killed by the publically stated denial of the existence of fairies. The True Believer believes in fairies with the intensity of a religious zealot. It is that faith which shields Tink from certain death at the hands of sceptics.
Skills: As a Tinker fairy, Ms Bell is naturally skilled with repair work of all kinds which is something she has continued to build on in the Mundie world. Taking numerous computer courses as part of her rehabilitation for “the scandal”, Tink is extremely computer literature and can retrieve information from the most damaged of hard drives. She’s also a mean typist. Tink has a smattering of magical knowledge and knows what ingredients are needed for which spells, even if she has problems with the practical process. As a fairy, Tink has the knowledge to manufacture fairy dust – it makes people fly.
Apparel: Gone are the days of dresses made from leaves. Tink usually opts for a professional forest-green business pant suit with a silk white shirt.
Weaponry: When healthy and uninjured, Tink can project concussive blasts of dazzling fairy light from her hands. Whilst only temporarily disorientating humans, the effects of the light for certain creatures –vampires trolls and other creatures of darkness – can be deadly.
Other Equipment: Tink carries a little pouch of fairy dust wherever she goes. Hey, it’s not illegal.
Affiliation: Tink is a convicted felon who was recruited to help Fabletown as part of her rehabilitation programme.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Fairies are not born. They “ping” into existence when a child needs them. Therefore, Tink is not biologically compelled to find a mate like everybody else. However, she still forms attachments like anybody else.
Personality: Tink is no longer the feisty little fairy from the books. Her rage is still present, but the years have turned it introverted, turning her into a cold methodical planner. She is civil, polite and sometimes even fun. Politically minded, she presents an image of a girl fallen on hard times and sometimes glimpses of her old happy self peek out. But the rage and fury of the fairy is not forgotten, and centuries of injustice still lurk in the corners of Tink’s mind…
History: Tinkerbell was born the first time a baby laughed in Neverland. Since that day, she provided help and companionship to all lost children who found their way to its mystical shores. The account given in “Peter Pan” is more or less accurate, only it fails to mention that Tink led the Lost Boys in all but name. Pan lacked the strategy and the administrative skills required to lead an effective resistance against the pirates (he was seven) and Tink doubted a fairy could ever make a credible hero.
After Wendy Darling led Neverland’s exodus to Fabletown, cracks in Tink’s relationship with the Lost Boys began to appear. There had been a beef ever since Wendy pulled a Yoko and split the Boys apart, but the move to the Mundy World made matters worse. They no longer wished Tink to mother them, and their long relationship ended with the Lost Boys making legal allegations of child abuse.
Tink was mortified. She vehemently denied all charges, further claiming no Fable should be charged in New York for any crime committed in the Homelands. However, the Lost Boys allegations got worse and worse until Mayor Ichabod Crane put her on trial to make an example (largely to satisfy public outcry). Tink was forced to sell fairy dust on the black market and make alliances with the Crooked Man’s associates in order to pay for legal representation, which turned out to be pointless in the end.
Charged with child abuse and sexual assault, Tink was sentenced by Crane to be thrown down the Witching Well with her wings torn off. That was the official party line. In truth, Tink spent the next few years trapped in a whiskey bottle inside Crane’s office. The crooked old bastard was fascinated with her beauty, and would spend hours just gazing at her.
This matter only came to light after the end of Crane’s rule and the disappearance of the Crooked Man. Bigby and Snow came across Tink during a clear-out of Crane’s office. This was a tricky one. The woman was a convicted child abuser, despite her protests of innocence, yet had been improperly imprisoned and abused by a Fabletown official for many years. The farm seemed like the only option.
Then a little boy came forward. Silent as the grave, he communicated through writing only and wished Tink to be released into his custody. Bigby and Snow were understandably deeply uncomfortable with this given the nature of the offences, but they needed men fast. They came to the agreement that Tink would work for Fabletown government on a trial basis. She would wear an enchanted ribbon on her ankle (not unlike the one worn by faith). If she should break curfew or violate the terms of her release in any way, the ribbon would slice her leg off. After a month’s recuperation on the farm, Tink claims to be a changed woman and a wrongly convicted citizen determined to bring stability to Fabletown. But is this true? And will the other Fables ever accept her? |
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Salvahkiin
Archer
My Siren's name is Brick, and she is the prettiest.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 15, 2014 3:44:17 GMT -5
Name: Arthur Pendragon.
Nickname(s): King Arthur
Race: Fable, but essentially a human
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Homelands
'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: Arthurian Legend
Height: 6'4
Weight: 90 kilograms, but it is mostly muscle.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Light brown
Hair Style: Short on the back and sides, slightly spiked on top.
Facial Hair: Generally has either a small beard or a stubble.
Skin Color: Caucasian skin tone
Build: Muscular
Distinguishing Features:
Skills: Swordsmanship, Hand-to-hand, Conversation,
Apparel: Generally, Arthur wears a chainmail chest piece, hidden by a button t-shirt and a large jumper. He also wears jeans and work boots.
Weaponry: His primary weapon is Excalibur, when drawn quickly, it blinds enemies, serving as a flashbang of sorts. The scabbard also heals Arthur quicker, both are left at home, however. He carries a switchblade with him, however.
Other Equipment: Swiss Army Knife, Keys.
Affiliation: (What faction do you belong to? Chances are you're one of the new recruits, but you could also be an outlawed Fable forced to help them to avoid a repeat of the Crooked Man.)
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: (What your characters personality is like.)
History: (Your characters history, back in the homelands if they're from there, and the time they've spent in New York or another place in the world, keeping in mind they must currently be in New York. Seeing as the number of years is relatively vague, simply put things such as "The character did this for many years" rather than "The character did this for 20 years". Also keep in mind that the tone of The Wolf Among Us and the Fable comics is generally quite dark. Prince Charming is a womanizing, cheating prick, for example. Alcoholics, junkies, and poverty ridden Fables are not uncommon. You can of course be a regal prince or princess if you so wish, but nothing is rainbows and unicorns. Also keep in mind that the 'mundie' version of your tale does not have to mean it actually happened that way, but they will always share similarities. Repunzel's hair grows at 4 inches per hour, for example, but that doesn't mean it happened in the exact same way the tale's depict.)
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Post by Sabess on Jul 15, 2014 7:02:01 GMT -5
Looks a bit like this, only more wolf-like in shape and with a orange and white colour scheme (Common red fox) Human form; Name: Evelyn Fox Nickname(s): Commonly referred to as "Miss Fox" rather than her first name, but not for any particular reason. Race: Nine-Tailed Fox. A Nine-Tailed fox can consume 9 livers to become human, something that Evelyn did. However, with the help of a magic potion that the witches brew for her (For a cost, of course), she can turn into a half-fox and full fledged nine-tail fox, somewhat like Bigby Wolf can do on command. She is, of course, still a Fable. Gender: Female Birthplace: Homelands 'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: The Fox Sister, as well as some other more generic tales and mythology. However, Evelyn managed to catch up to her brother and murder him, eating his liver and completing her transformation. She has since become rather friendly in comparison, trying to keep her previously homicidal tendencies in the past, which was primarily instinct. Height: 5'6 in human form, 110 cm (43 inches) long in fox form, somewhat bigger than other foxes. Weight: 52 kg (115 pounds) human, 38 kg (83 pounds)fox, more akin to a wolf than a fox. Eye Color: Green when human, red when fox and half-fox. Hair Color: Has orange hair in human form, and has a mixture of orange and white fur when in fox form. Hair Style: Rather generic long hair, nothing fancy (See picture) Facial Hair: N/A Skin Color: Somewhat pale, though not particular, when in human form. Has orange and white fur when in fox form. Build: Rather thin and skinny when in human form, looking quite weak but still having some strength behind her. When in fox form, she's rather bulky for a fox, looking closer to a wolf while still keeeping a fox's agility. Nine-tailed foxes are regarded as more powerful, and usually bigger, than regular foxes, which is the cause for this. Distinguishing Features: Nine-tails and bulky figure when in fox-form, seeing as she otherwise appears to be a regular fox. When human, there's nothing particular about her. Skills: She can take care of targets quite easily in her fox-form, quite literally born to kill, in a sense. She originally had to consume a certain amount of livers to become human, doing so by killing her targets, leaving her with somewhat of a skill for it, though Fable's can take much more of a beating. When human, she has managed to learn how to at least fire a gun, and defend herself to basic levels, though she certainly isn't the best person in a fight. She relies mostly on her claws and teeth in a fight, switching to her half-fox form, though it requires her to consume a potion, something she only has a few at a time of, due to financial reasons. The potion will stop working when Evelyn wants it too, however she obviously must 'turn it off', so to speak, when going out in public, so it's usually good for one fight. She is relatively smart, though certainly not to any special level, working as a secretary to Snow White to keep up with her rent and potion payments. She is also rather perceptive, more so then she is smart, most likely stemming from the fact she's a fox, seeing as she has a few other fox-like traits even in her human form. Apparel: When in fox form, she's obviously naked, as a fox. She loses her clothes when turning into a fox, as they seem to slip off somewhere in the transformation and appear at her paws once she's finished. When human, she tends to wear rather basic clothing, the kind of stuff you could get at any shop. Dresses, skirts and coats, etc. Weaponry: Her claws and teeth, when in her half-fox or fox mode. Also keeps a small, 9mm pistol hidden either in her skirt or pants, depending on what she's wearing. Other Equipment: Keeps a spare clip for her already loaded 9mm pistol in her one of her pockets (Depending on what she's wearing), has keys for her apartment in the woodlands, and a wallet that she also keeps in one of her pockets, containing a small amount of money should she venture into any mundie shops or need to buy a potion from the witches in a hurry. Keeps 6 potions on her body, hidden in various places depending on her attire, for her transformations. Affiliation: Has worked as a secretary at the woodlands for a month or two, deciding to join Bigby and Snow's recruits after talking to Snow about it for a short while. Seeing as she could fight, at least a little bit, and they needed the manpower, she volunteered. Sexual Preference: Bi-sexual. Relationship Status: Single, her story being somewhat more gruesome than most, never having married into the homelands or the mundie world. Personality: Evelyn is a relatively friendly girl, though she can be slightly commanding at times. She has her moments of mischief, as well. She can be rather clever, due to her fox instincts, though she has repressed some of the more homicidal ones by now. History:As the somewhat unknown mundie story goes, Evelyn was born due to a rather poor farmer, preying for a daughter. He had two sons, now wanting a daughter to call his own. He prayed, even saying that he would be okay with a fox, for all he cared. His wish was granted. His wife gave birth to a nine-tailed fox, a demon in some beliefs. He was initially shocked, almost tempted to kill his own daughter, but remembered his prayer, hoping for her to turn out fine. Over the years, many of the farmers cows disappeared, their livers missing. Eventually, he ran out of cows, his only livestock, only owning about 3. His children eventually moved out, off to find a fortune of their own, the two men the adventurous type. The farmer's daughter, the nine-tailed fox, moved out as well, somehow managing to 'get' a house of her own about an hours travel away. The farmer could of sworn a couple use to live there, but was clearly wrong, it seemed. One day, he went to visit his daughter, to see how she was holding up, travelling with his wife. After the farmer and his wife weren't seen for a few weeks afterwards, Evelyn's brothers came knocking. Evelyn casually invited them in for dinner, before turning on them as well, killing one and devouring his liver in almost a flash. "Only one more until I'm human..." Evelyn said to her last brother, staring at him with a primal, homicidal look in her eyes. He ran, tossing strange potions at Evelyn as she took chase. One flooded the earth, creating a river, which she quickly swam out of. A red potion landed next to her, turning the ground it landed at to a blaze, Evelyn barely dodging it. She pounced her brother, mercilessly taking his liver as well. Now, she was human, but with that came human emotion, and a repression of her more primal and somewhat homicidal instincts. It took her several years to get over what she had done, stricken with guilt. When she escaped from the homelands, Evelyn found herself in New York, though she didn't know Fabletown even existed for quite some time. She found work as a secretary, though it took her a long time to actually rent out an apartment, living in a homeless shelter prior to it, the cold reality of the world already hitting her. She felt into a somewhat shallow depression, trying to stay optimistic after getting her apartment, but failing somewhat. After some time, she was contacted by Snow White, the woman currently in leadership of Fabletown. After a short conversation, she agreed to live in The Woodlands, getting a few months of free rent if she agreed to work as a secretary for Snow. She would work for free until her 'grace period', so to speak, ended, where she would start making money, enough to pay her rent with a small amount of profit, though it was barely anything. The guilt of what she had done to become human still struck Evelyn every now and again. Whenever this would happen, she would purchase a somewhat unhealthy amount of alcohol, usually going through it until the guilt was drowned. She wasn't alcoholic, per say, but every now and then it would put her in an uncomfortable financial state, though she always got by, her things weren't quite as luxurious as they easily could of been. Evelyn's secretary work continued for 3 months, before Snow and Bigby begun recruiting for their cause to stop the strange war that had sprung up in the shadier sides of Fabletown. After talking to Snow about it, Evelyn decided to volunteer, though the pay was no better, Evelyn grew bored of the office work she had been dealing with both in Fabletown and out. After talking to the Witches on the 13th floor, the breeding ground for glamour and other magic, Evelyn had a potion that let her unleash her inner-fox brewed up for her, though it would cost her with each potion. She had two variants made for her, one that turned her into a half-fox, simply giving her claws, teeth, and her nine tails, and her full fox form, that turned her into a legitimate nine-tailed fox. The effects would disappear whenever Evelyn wanted them too, but similar to glamour, she wouldn't be able to venture out in public with them active, so she still would burn through them after a few fights. She bought 3 of each type, all she could afford for now. With the last of her money, and after pulling some strings, she secured a somewhat plain 9mm pistol, having learnt to use one in the 3 months she had worked at The Woodlands, as something to do with her spare time. She didn't intend to use it, or to kill anyone, if she could help it, but it was a good threat and a good defense. |
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ThreeDawg
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Voice of the Wastes
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Post by ThreeDawg on Jul 15, 2014 19:43:48 GMT -5
{ Tara (Fantasy version) - Click for Image}  Name: Tara Hood Nickname(s): "Tatterhood" Race: Fable, Human Gender: Female Birthplace: Homelands 'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: " Tatterhood" a Norwegian folkstory, although the tale paints a much better picture for Tatterhood than truly occured. (Explained in History) Height: 5' 8" Weight: 129 lbs Eye Color: Very dark blue. Hair Color: Very dirty blonde, although she has dyed her fringe with red streaks. Hair Style: Tatterhood's hair is messy and unkept, a wild mess of half-curls and straight hair that seems to have no aim. She keeps this covered beneath her characteristic 'Tattered Hood'. Facial Hair: None. Skin Color: White, similar to someone of Norwegian descent. Build: She looks to have the body of a young Human woman, perhaps in her late teens or just into her twenties. Excessively skinny, as if she's missed way too many meals to be healthy, with little womanly features to show off. Although her face remains rounded and she clearly hasn't reached anorexia levels yet. Distinguishing Features: Tara Hood has horrible skin, often coming out with bouts of acne and rashes. She is rarely fully clean, with dirt marks and scuffs on almost every part of her uncovered body. Her nose is just-too-pointy, her lips just-too-small, her ears just-too-big. A little just-too-much like a boy. As if a princess had fallen upon the ugly tree and hit a good dozen of the branches on the way down, she is definately nothing to look twice at. This is her one redeeming feature for she hides well in a crowd. Even though she doesn't appear to be clean, she never seems to have a foul smell about her. Instead for those Fables with heightened senses she smells ever so slightly of sweetened bread. Skills: Tara Hood is magical, although she hides it well. She has the power to morph certain objects around her, even herself. All this is true, yet she refuses to use her powers unless absolutely necessary. The one example is her wooden spoon, which she will morph readily and definately knows how to use as a weapon - no matter what weapon it morphs into. Tara is also remarkable at remaining unnoticed in a crowd, and hiding herself in the darker places of New York. Apparel: Tara Hood has discarded her old rags for something a little more modern. Now she wears an old too-big white "I Love NY" hoodie that seems to swallow her, the hood is 'tattered', worn looking and torn around the edges - it makes her feel comfotable. Torn black jeans and old running trainers hide what lies below the waist. She blends in well with the hussle and bussle, although she would quite readily look like a Hobo too. It should be noted that she has the ability to morph her clothing, although she rarely does. She likes her look. Weaponry: Tara has her hands, feet and wooden spoon. Typically the size of your standard kitchen utensil, this spoon is kept in her hoodie's front pocket and can be morphed into a menagerie of melee weapons - although usually just blunt objects. She tends to like keeping them look at least a little 'spoony'. Other Equipment: Tara doesn't have much storage space upon her person, but she likes to carry around a pack of cigarettes, lighter and a small hip-flask of the strongest whiskey she can find. Affiliation: A new recruit to the Woodlands little 'police force', Tara was more forced into service because Bigby took pity on her after she was found stealing from a local Fable-owned liqour store. Using her spoon as a "magical wand that would totally fucking blow your brains out right now". Sexual Preference: Bisexual, although is extremely picky due to her untrusting nature. Doesn't like fur - mainly because she doesn't like hairy guys and hairy women are just plain weird. Considered a Troll once. Relationship Status: Divorced. Personality: Tatterhood has been broken, cast aside and insulted all her life. She lived with it, for she knew that inside she was beautiful and kind and none of those hurtful words mattered. But now she is mistrustful of others, antisocial and has even had a couple of moments that could hint at a growing sadism. Yet she battles with her darker urges in an attempt to remain the headstrong kind young girl she remembers she used to be. History: {The Kingdom With No Heir:}
"Once upon a time..." starts many a Fable. Tatterhood's however simply begun as: "A King and a Queen had no children." A factual statement, for the King and Queen of the island kingdom of Ultima Thule - the Homeland of many Norwegian tales - had not one offspring. It was not for lack of trying, of course, for King Hood visited upon his wife nightly. The Queen would simply not bare fruit and through desperation the King had adopted into his court a young orphaned Princess who he would at day pose as his daughter and at night bed in an attempt to produce offspring of his own. The Queen was distraught, feeling the betrayal of her husband yet unable to do anything that would go against his wishes.
One day, as the Queen was strolling the streets of Ultima Thule's capital, the Queen was approached by a young beggar girl who surprisingly knew of all her problems. The beggar girl told the Queen that her mother knew of a way to solve the Queens problem. Taking the girl's knowledge as a sign, the Queen followed the girl to her abode, little more than a shack built onto the side of a warehouse. The mother denied that she knew of a way to ease the Queen's infertility but the Queen showered the woman with gifts - a house, food, money and most importantly wine. The Queen would visit the woman regularly until one night, when the woman had drank her fill of the strong palace wine the woman told the Queen her secret.
"Wash yourself in two pails of water before going to bed, and afterward pour the water under the bed." The drunk woman had said. "The next morning, two flowers will have sprung up from under the bed: one fair and one ugly. Eat the Beautiful one, but not the hideous one no matter what"
The Queen raced home and immediately bathed herself in the water and tipped it beneath her bed. The next morning flowers had sprouted and, of course, the Queen ate the beautiful one. However, so desperate for a child was the Queen that she ignored the woman's instructions and devoured both flowers: bright and lovely and black and foul. {The Two Princesses:}
Pregnant was the Queen from that night on and two twin girls did she bare. Her first child, Tara, was born ugly and her second, Elise, was born fair. The first child was rebellious, the other far more agreeable. The first child carried around a wooden spoon and befriended goats, the second carried around a fan and listened to all her tutors. But the sisters were far more different than external, Tara was kind of heart and generous while Elise was prone to jealousy over her father's love for her and Tara's adopted older sister. Tara took to wearing servant's and boy's clothing, which she wore to near tatters on her many outdoors adventures. Elise was pretty and dressed as such, with dresses and tiaras.
One night when both girls were half grown, a band of renegade Trolls broke into the castle. Tara demanded to know what was going on and her Mother told her, these Trolls stormed upon the palace every ten years to pillage the stocks and take the servent women.
It is believed that these Trolls were aided by magic, for the palace guards could never fend them off and all that could be done was to hide and wait for their passing. Yet Tara, headstrong as she was, charged into the throng of Trolls to drive them off with naught but her wooden spoon. Elise, as stupid as she was, had misheard Tara's call to keep the door tightly shut and instead opened it to watch her foolish sister get crushed by Trolls but as Tara drove the Trolls back they snatched Elise and carried her off. {The Voyage:}
But Tara, too kind to resign her sister for dead, set out upon a voyage to retrieve her Sister dead or alive. Taking a boat with no crew nor company, as none would dare trespass upon these Trolls home, Tara set off in pursuit. She found the island of the Trolls and she found her Sister, whom the Trolls had abused and battered for over a year. Escape wasn't easy, but escape she managed and Tara took Elise back across the sea to their home. Yet their ship was blown ofcourse and without a crew Tara could not control the vessel as it plunged into the icy depths and was washed ashore in a distant land.
The two Princesses were brought before the local King Irwal Valemor the Senior. He appeared kindly, yet he practically imprisoned the two princesses in his castle. The King was a lecherous man and had fallen for Elise at first sight, a match made in heaven in Tara's eyes, yet Elise refused to marry until Tatterhood had been wed too - for fear that Tatterhood would somehow steal this new kingdom from under her or worse, take the Kingdom of Ultima Thule should their parents meet their deaths. {The Marriage:}
And so Tara was wed to the King's bastard son, his only heir to the throne until Elise would bare him a child in the future. Yet Irwal Valemor the Younger wished not to marry Tara, for she was ugly and not suitable for his tastes. The King begged his son to accept and reluctantly, he agreed. The four were to be wed on the same day and as the parties made their way through the Royal Woods to the holiest place the young Irwal struck up a conversation with his future bride.
"Why do you ride upon a goat, when my father has brilliant steeds?" asked the disgusted prince.
"But I do ride a Grand Horse." replied Tara Hood and as her words left her lips the Goat transformed into a brilliant white steed.
Shocked, the bridegroom asked again, "If you have such powers, why do you need to carry a wooden spoon with you?"
With a sly smirk, Tara replied "For my Spoon is also a Fan." and as the words left her lips the spoon transformed into a fan fit of any princess.
Now the Prince was really intrigued and asked, "Then why do you wear such horrible clothes not befitting a princess?"
Tara rolled her eyes, amused by his ignorance, "My clothes are of the finest make and worthy of any Kingdom." and as the words left her lips her tattered hood became a golden crown and her ragged clothes a gorgeous wedding dress.
But her Prince, who was amased by the beauty of all that surrounded Tatterhood was still put off by her natural uglyness. "All this you can do," he said to the Princess on her Goat-Steed, "yet you look as though half Troll."
This Tara found offensive, and with a frown she declared, "But you ignorant fool, I am far more beautiful than even my precious sister!" and as the words left her lips she too transformed into the most beautiful woman the Prince had ever seen. Her dirty blonde hair had been replaced by golden twirls, her poxed complexion had grown fair and smooth, even her boyish body became that which would make even the local whores blush.
Contended, the Bridegroom reached over to Tara and held her hand the rest of the ride and they were wed that night. {The Honeymoon Period:}
Tara was happy, for a time. She liked the devotion cast upon her by her won over Prince, she liked the food that was served at this court now that she was family. But at the same time, she was sad. She missed the open outdoors, her adventures and her goat. She visited it often, but even it looked out of place as the Goat-Steed wandered the fields with other goats and refused to interact with the Horses. Yet the goats disliked the Horse and in fear they would run away from it.
To her Spoon - which had taken the form of a Fan - she looked next. It seemed perfectly content. She declared to noone but herself and the animals around her:
"While you may take the Spoon out of the Fan.
You may not take the Goat out of the Stallion.
Nor the Tatterhood from the Princess."
And with those words she dispelled all of the changes she had made upon herself, her goat and even her spoon and clothes. She much prefered her life this way, as it was before. As her goatfound itself accepted by the others she raced back to the castle to be accepted by her family. {Never to Last:}
They did not accept her any longer. Her husband, outraged by the return of his beautiful bride to the hideous girl he had been reluctant to marry, would not dare look at her let alone touch her. He found comfort in the bosom of Elise, whom had grown disatisfied with the plump King who sat upon the throne. Tara's heart had been broken by the man she had over time fallen for and the sister whom she had saved from certain death.
Tara ran, she ran so far that she left even the Homelands behind her. She ran to the furthest place from her sister, her husband and the family that had always disliked her - so much that they never even came looking for the girl who had gone missing. She ran to the Mundy. {A Different World - The Mundy World:}
Tara never saw anyone from her old life again, last she heard her sister and ex-husband had killed the old King Valemor and taken over his kingdom. Likewise her parents had been killed by the very Trolls she defied in rescuing Elise. The King Valemor the Younger had returned Elise to her land of Ultima Thule and united the two kingdoms into one. Yet even that would not last, for the Fairy Godmother had apparantly captured that land, killing King Valemor, and ruling it with an iron fist.
Tara settled into the underbelly of Fabletown in New York City. Without money nor methods to procure it she found herself forced to begging, thievery but stopped herself shy of prostitution. She kept her powers hidden, merely carrying around her wooden spoon and the clothes on her back. |
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Post by Zelus on Jul 16, 2014 8:25:19 GMT -5
Name: Tybalt
Nickname(s): King O’ The Cats
Race: Fable, Werecat
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Regular World
'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: King O’ The Cats – “A man travelling alone sees a number of cats preparing to bury a small coffin and golden crown. He reaches his destination and recounts what he saw, when suddenly the housecat cries "Then I am the king of the cats!", rushes up the chimney and is never seen again.”
Height: As a cat his height is around 9” (23cm), as a human he is around 5’ 11” (1.8m)
Weight: As a cat, he weighs around 11lbs (5kgs~), as a human he weighs around 146lbs (66kgs~)
Eye Colour: Blue in both cat and human form.
Hair Colour: Jet black, in both forms, as a cat, he has a tuft of white on his chest.
Hair Style: In his human form, his hair is well groomed brushed back, being thick and medium-long in length. As a cat, his fur is thick, and still well-groomed, but not quite as long
Facial Hair: None in his human form.
Skin Colour: Caucasian
Build: Athletic, kind of muscular build.
Distinguishing Features: His cat eyes remain in his human form, which’ll make him wear sunglasses indoors, and he has retractable claws in human form too, but are usually hidden with gloves.
Skills: He has a natural bond with all house cats, which will do anything he asks, including stealing or spying for him. He can converse with them at will. He’s also able to turn from cat to human (much like McGonagall from Harry Potter), other than that, he has an incredible sense of balance as well as climbing skills.
Apparel: Most of the time Tybalt will be seen in some kind of suit, usually a tuxedo with a white shirt, (What your character wears in the day to day, or there several different outfits if they happen to change often or for certain situations.)
Weaponry: Tybalt’s primary weapon is his claws, that’re pretty sharp, in both forms, but particularly so in human form, due to having the strength to properly utilise them.
Other Equipment: He usually carries a nail file and a pair of sunglasses, but beyond that, he doesn’t carry anything because he’d lose it when he changes into his cat form.
Affiliation: He’s a criminal
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Relationship Status: “Engaged” multiple times over unofficially, single is usually his answer
Personality: Tybalt is a career criminal, a master thief in ways. He is charming and proper, and highly intelligent. He’s known to seduce his way to get his wants. Though he has spent much of his time as a human, his cat traits are always on his mind. He likes to climb and be up high. He’ll choose random places to sit, such as on desks, or walls, or even on the top of signposts. He isn’t a big fan of dogs, unless he’s grown accustomed to their presence. He can easily be distracted in some ways, particularly with small bugs. Tybalt hates being wet, having been a housecat, he had been protected from the elements. As a result of this, he can be incredibly vain and self-satisfying, judging others based on their usefulness.
As a king, he could be considered a fair ruler, and incredibly kind to other felines. In his human form, he’ll often have a cat in his lap, or near him. He’ll never put his subjects in any danger that he doesn’t believe they can handle, but he doesn’t suffer fools lightly.
History: Tybalt grew up in a life of absolutely luxury… for a cat anyway. He could sleep where he wanted, eat when he wanted, and was constantly warm, and secure. Though he was let out of the house on an infrequent basis, he never really dreamed of going out beyond the security of his large home. He was looked after well by his owners, and everything was well.
He grew up in a little village in the north of England, where it seemed to rain all the time (which made him want to leave even less). He felt cut off from the outside world and carefree, in other words he was lazy. All wasn’t to last, as a visitor came to his home, bringing the strangest of tales.
Whilst Tybalt lay in the lap of his owner, he heard the tale of a funeral being held for a cat. This tale wouldn’t have been that weird, had the precession not been led entirely by cats. As Tybalt heard the story, his ears twitched and he suddenly jumped down and onto the floor. His owners joked that he had been offended by the story.
Tybalt however, had heard a voice calling to him from the fireplace, and he approached it curiously. As he stood there the voice continued.
“Tybalt… come here.” It whispered down the chimney.
As Tybalt neared the fire, he got sucked up suddenly vanishing before his owner’s eyes.
When Tybalt finally got to the roof, he landed with a small thud, and as he looked below he saw more of his species than he thought possible. Each of them was speaking to him, and calling him the king.
Tybalt’s life after this got a lot more complicated. He was whisked away from his home, and was forced to live on the streets, surrounded by a glaring of cats. He soon found that the cats would do anything he said, which would include bringing him gifts. Toys, mice, whatever he named he got. It was all rather wonderful Tybalt thought. It was around this time that Tybalt was crowned and he became the next King O’ the Cats, and with it came the abilities of the king.
His first transformation, as an odd one, as he had no idea how to act as a human, nor how to stand, let alone walk. Not to mention, he was completely naked. Being human, naked and in the cold of England, brought about illness, and things looked dim for the king.
Fortunately, he was found and taken to hospital, where he was treated, and clothed. With his inability to talk, as well as his lack of any other human skill, he was simply labelled as an amnesiac, and drew the attention of the police. It didn’t help that cats appeared in the area around the hospital expectant for their king’s return. Some cats even snuck onto the ward to inspect the king, as he was being treated.
Once he was recovered, Tybalt managed to transform himself back into a cat and was quickly thrown out of the hospital by a rather mean nun, who’d worked in the hospital.
Over the next few years, Tybalt mastered his ability, and he learned to speak, read and write as a human. Eventually Tybalt became quite skilled with his abilities as a human, and could pass off as one, provided he wore glasses to hide his cat eyes. As king, Tybalt would travel around, finding communities of cats and spending time with them. Every now and then, he’d be roped into helping them with some random task, or punishing their owners who’d mistreated them.
This was enjoyable for a time, but after a while he got bored. Instead he began to thieve. It started with random items at first, things that wouldn’t be missed, but eventually it became diamonds and jewels. He would often use his subjects to help him in crimes, or to sneak into places as a cat, and then turn into a human in order to get what he wanted.
Tybalt was once caught as a human stealing something, and was ultimately thrown in jail. Tybalt smirked as they locked the door, knowing he’d be out by midnight.
Sure enough, he was, having waited until darkness before slipping out through the bars.
From then on, Tybalt became something of a career criminal. He stole all manner of things, and eventually found his way into Fabletown. Since his arrival however, Tybalt has not let on why he is there.
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Post by Sabess on Jul 16, 2014 8:28:56 GMT -5
Room for one more if Meta is on board. Two slots if he isn't.
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Post by Endicott on Jul 16, 2014 15:12:01 GMT -5
 Name: Charon, AKA Ron Charles
Nickname(s): The Ferryman Race: Fable, Demon Gender: Male Birthplace: The Underworld, Homelands
'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: Appears in Greek Mythology in the tales of several other characters from the Greek Mythology
Height: Un-Glamoured: 6'7, Glamoured: 6'1 Weight: Un-Glamoured: 192lb, Glamoured: 179lb Eye Color: Un-Glamoured: Red-Black, Glamoured: Grey Hair Color: Un-Glamoured: Dusty Grey, Glamoured: Black Hair Style: Un-Glamoured: Tatters Across Scalp, Glamoured: Long, Unkempt Facial Hair: Un-Glamoured: Clean Shaven, Glamoured: Thick Goatee Skin Color:Un-Glamoured: Decrepit Green, Glamoured: Pale Build: Un-Glamoured: Agile and Slender, Glamoured: Medium Build Distinguishing Features: Slow Speech, Depressed Attitude, Decrepit Almost Undead Appearance, Always Carries a large Oar (Un-Glamoured) // When Glamoured, there isn't much that makes him stand out from the average person Skills: Obviously, Charon has a masterful skill with rowing a boat and other sailing related skills, but these aren't very useful. As well as this, he is quite stealthy and has a knack for bargaining (and a working knowledge of melee weapons). Apparel: Un-Glamoured: Tattered Robe, Mystical Hood, Pauldrons made of a mysterious material, Chains hang from his wrists. Glamoured: Blue and White Striped Shirt, Ripped Torn Workman's Trousers (Blue), Workman's Boots, Red Woolen Hat
Weaponry: Un-Glamoured, Charon carries a magically imbued oar that is quite powerful, though it is weak when presented with a Danake or Obolus. Glamoured, he carries a cleaver in the back of his trousers. Other Equipment: Carries a large quantity of Huff n' Puff Cigarettes and a Flask of Scotch Whiskey Affiliation: Just got out of rehab, working with the Fabletown government as part of the program Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Charon was bred to have very little emotional attachment from his birth, since his role was just to accept people's coin and take them across the river Styx. However, as the years went by, his emotions only grew and peaked when he became unemployed; he was kind at heart, if a little rash and opportunistic, as well as being cynical. As he fell on hard times, he became more willing to commit worse and worse acts, and eventually developed drug and alcohol dependencies, showing several psychopathic traits. This is mostly all skin deep however, as Charon is deeply wrapped in depression and guilt, having had to let many wander aimlessly if they could not afford the coin to cross the river, and this depression became apathy when this job was taken from him. In terms of morals, Charon has very few, but adheres to basic moral codes out of some sense of responsibility. History: Charon was created many an era ago by Hades, ruler of the Underworld. His job was simple: take passengers across the river Styx in exchange for some coin. If they could not pay, they don't get to ride, was the policy. It was simple, easy, but depressing. The dead in limbo weren't very interesting and only felt negative emotions as they had not yet passed to the other side. And of course, the job itself was a dead end (no pun intended) job, and had no promotion prospects. Charon became detached for as long as he could remember, never having considered going to the human world, until one day people stopped needing a ride across the river. Unemployed and downtrodden, Charon left the Underworld and went to the human world, in a safe haven known as Fabletown. It was little better than the underworld, not having much to give and the people just as low as he was. Crime seemed to fall into Charon's lap, unfortunately, and for a while he worked as a career criminal for several lowlifes (drug dealers, pushers, pimps, etc), doing oddjobs and dirty work and buying cheap, bootleg glamours to compensate for his appearance. Time went by, and the Crooked Man's crew seemed to take anyone worth their salt, and Charon ended up working for him (although inadvertently, as he always got his work from an outside contact). The jobs were depressing and rotten; contract killings, protection rackets, delivering shipments of bootleg glamours; it certainly wasn't the job Charon wanted. Eventually, he became dependent on alcohol and drugs just to keep the memories deep, but not completely forgotten. Just as his addiction peaked, the Crooked Man's power was waning, and he got out while he could. Next, he had to clean up his life, and enlisted in a rehabilitation program run by the government. It was cheaply run and not very effective, but meeting up with other addicts allowed him to just "let it all out", as his group leader once said. He talked about the killings, the violence, and how his addiction kept his guilt at bay. The program eventually helped him manage his addiction with moderation, but never kicked it completely. Didn't matter though, at least he got a job now... janitor at a cheap motel. It was almost as bad as doing hits for the Crooked Man, but at least he didn't have to kill anyone. Very soon, the Crooked Man fell from power and other gangs were looking to grab a piece of the action. All of the Crooked Man's connections were followed up, and Charon eventually received a visit from Bigby Wolf. Seeing as he was already working under a program with the Fabletown government and had revealed that he had committed crimes during his group meetings, it was inevitable. Bibgy was lenient enough to let him remain relatively free, as long as he cooperated and worked with him and a group of others in an operation to prevent another Crooked Man rising. Charon was apathetic to this notion, but Bibgy bargained with him over the fact that he was unable to afford glamours on a regular basis and pressured him into doing the work to avoid being taken to the farm. Reluctantly, he agreed to work with this group, if only to remain on so-called path of redemption... and to avoid being taken to the farm, of course... |
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 16, 2014 19:26:51 GMT -5
Can The Butters still opt in? (already have a completed character sheet for the record, but no big deal if i cant join).
On the occasion that You find the world isn't big enough for all of the RPers, I must suggest this, create two threads, one with evil characters and one with good characters, the two threads can merge or trade characters every once in a while if need be.
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Post by Sabess on Jul 17, 2014 1:26:51 GMT -5
Go ahead Butter's, but I'm cutting it off there. No more people please.  |
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 17, 2014 14:21:56 GMT -5
Name: Krampus Nickname(s): N/A Krampus:  Race: "Beast-like Creature"/Fertility Demon/Satyr Gender: Male (in appearence) Birthplace: Likely regular world (not specified) 'Mundie' Version(s) of your tale: German/Alpine regional Folklore Height: Approximately 243 centimeters (8 feet), 152-182 centimeters (5-6 feet) hunched over Human form: 152-182 centimeters (5-6 feet) Weight: 142 kg (314 lbs) Human form: 72 kg (160 lbs) Eye Color: Green Human form: Blue Hair Color: Dark black Hair Style: Messy Human form: Slicked back Facial Hair: long Curly beard Human form: Groomed beard Skin Color: Tan, Dark brown fur (Fur non-existant in human form) Build: Fluffy, except in abdomen where lean muscle can be seen Distinguishing Features: elongated tongue and ears, curvy horns, cat eyes, Lower half of body resembles that of a goat-human hybrid. Human form: wrinkled face, and skin Skills: Trained with whips, and birch branches, the power to strike fear into the hearts and minds of many, cross dimensional travel (Earth to hell), Skilled in many torture methods Apparel: Naked Human form: Black suit jacket, red button up shirt Weaponry: Hooves, whips, birch branches, large metal chains, trident (Rarely used), and claws Other Equipment: A basket/rucksack (to carry naughty children away to hell (don't ask me what happens after that)), Black ink, and shackles Affiliation: Saint nicholas, no other affiliation Sexual Preference: Asexual Relationship Status: N/A Personality: Evil, cunning, and poor spirited, randomly violent, and often aggresive. Krampus' only duty in life was to drag children off to hell if they were naughty, he has only recently developed "people skills" since he came to fabletown, and they are therefore under developed. History: Krampus has existed as long as there have been naughty children on the planet, and has done everything in his power to assist saint nicholas to retrieve those naughty kids, and drag them off to hell, his life was far from a glamorous one. Being the dark spirited entity that he is, Krampus quickly discovered that he would have to change completely change his personality upon arriving in fable town, he has been unable to locate his only companion: Saint nicholas, and now merely wonders about without end, occasionally still stealing children from their homes, and bringing them to the deepest, and darkest depths of hell, he has yet to discover anyone else with mythical powers in this new world, and could care less if he did, the majority of his time is now spent resuming his previous work. Krampus has been able to avoid detection because of the few glamours he has been able to aquire, he uses these while he actively spends his time on the streets, typically only venturing out at night, and wearing a dark black suit. Krampus' Human Form:  |
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 17, 2014 14:23:13 GMT -5
I did have one question, are the characters stuck in our world, or can they leave? Because in folklore Krampus was able to move between earth, and hell.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 14:41:21 GMT -5
If Krampus has that power in folklore then yes he can move around between the two worlds. I have a question too - can Krampus turn into a human as part of his power? If not then he needs to buy an expensive glamour like everybody else.
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