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PostSubject: The Land of Stories   Fri Apr 15, 2011 2:10 am

We all know that there is a huge trend right now about rewriting and retelling fairy tales. What would happen, though if Snow White and Rose Red were Cinderella's step sisters? What if the neighbors were Beauty and her family, and Hansel and Gretel? And the Kingdom was ruled by Auroa's family? Here, you can pick out a fairy tale, or a character from a fairy tale, no matter how large or small, and we all try to live together, while avoiding the bad parts of our tales."

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PostSubject: Alina's Bio   Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:18 am

OOC: I'm so in! Here's my main girl!

Name: Alina

Age: 19

Hair: So black it is almost highlighted blue, extra long and often worn up in various ways

Eyes: Brown and large

Build: Small and athletic from running errands often

Clothing/Costume: "Genie" mauve pants, shirt that shows a generous middrift, but not any cleavage. Sleeveless with a semi-sheer hood to cover her head. Veil of matching color and fabric that covers her from the bridge of her nose to chest.

Day Job: Handmaiden to Princess Jasmine (OOC: I'm using the disney name due to the fact that the princess's name in the original text was Badroulbadour. Yeah.)

Behavior: Has learned to obey the rules. Although she longs to be her own person, she has a deep sense of loyality. She and the princess get along, but Alina harbors not illusions. When Jasmine says jump, he immediately asks, "How high, your highness?"

Affiliations: Most valued handmaiden to Princess Jasmine

Backstory: When Alina, the oldest daughter of her family, was chosen to be a lifelong handmaiden to her natve land's Princess, it was considered the highest honor. She was, considerably less than thrilled. But she would never do anything to cause dishonor to her or her country, and thus she went with a smile. Six years later, she has been chosen to accompany Princess Jasmine to a neighboring kingdom while he marriage is being arranged.
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PostSubject: Bios   Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:00 am

OOC: Here's my main character and her brother. He won't be in the story as much near the beginning, but you'll see him again soon enough... *ominous stare*

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Name: Gretel

Age: 13

Hair: Golden blonde with big loose curls. It’s cut short, nearly to her ears, from when she sold it at the beginning of the famine.

Eyes: Pale blue

Build: Thin, bony, and flat at her chest and hips, but rather tall for her age.

Clothing/Costume: Working shift, apron, and a short coat that hugs her neck (her prize clothing) when she is dressed as a girl, but she can also appear as a young boy by switching to breeches with her coat. She has yet to acquire shoes.

Job: “Woman’s work” as a young daughter to a wood cutter.

Behavior: Quiet and clever. She might not always argue her point, but when she makes a decision, she sticks to it. But she’s not naively brave-- she fears what any thirteen-year-old would fear. And she has very little faith in the prophets and little belief in destiny.

Affiliations: The Onyx Forest of the northern villages. Raise far outside a tiny, nameless village that has wasted away with the famine.

Backstory: When she was born her mother passed away, leaving her and her older brother with a father who quickly decided to take a new wife. She grew up in a normal life secluded in the woods. Gretel, like most of the poorly educated people of the villages in Onyx Forest, knows of the prophets but has never fully read their works, or even been told all of the “prophecies,” but when a famine sweeps across the area, leaving many dead and her father and step-mother whispering about their children in the night, she and her brother both recall the Prophet Grimm’s story of “The Woodcutter’s Two Children.” Her brother tells her he’s overhead their step-mother convincing their father to abandon them. Hansel wants to follow the “prophecy,” excited by the prospect, even though he has only ever heard half of the tale. Gretel doesn’t like the idea of playing into destiny’s hand. When their father finally does abandon them in the woods, she has a hard decision to make.

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Name: Hansel

Age: 16

Hair: Shaggy, but shorter than his sister’s, as golden blond as his sister‘s (as their birth mother’s was), and cut to curl upward all around his face.

Eyes: Blue

Build: Lanky, muscular from this work but too thin

Clothing/Costume: pants and a coat that matches his sister’s but it slightly longer. Boots with holes in them.

Job: Woodcutting with his father, but he did other woodwork for their nearest neighbors before they all died or moved away.

Behavior: Optimistic, excitable. Smiles even though he’s starving to death. Believes in following one’s “true path.” Loves his little sister, but sometimes his excitement leaves him less than protective.

Same Affiliations and Backstory as Gretel, accept he wants to follow fate.

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PostSubject: Don't follow the White Bird   Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:32 am

*The forest was dark and deep and, most of all, cold. Gretel sat down upon the frosted ground, her bare feet curled under her skirt. This was it, the third morning. The third day since their father had left them, the third day since they had eaten more than a few berries and stale crust. And yet, Hansel stood a few paces away, staring into the woods with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.*

Gretel: “We’re lost, Hans. The further we go, the more lost we become. We need to go east of here, and south.” *Her jaw stiffened.*

Hansel: “No, sister, we need to go in the opposite direction--lost three days were they two, before the bird appeared. It’ll happen today, little sister, I promise.”

Gretel: *frowning* “That’s what worries me!”

*The two stared at one another, both with lowered brows, but, finally, Hansel shrugged his shoulder, his aggravation turning to amusement.*

Hansel: “Little sister.” *He sighed, bending down to put an arm around her shoulders.* “You shouldn’t be afraid. . .”

Gretel: “But Hansel, we only know half of Prophet Grimm’s tale-- and we don’t even know if we’re the two he was speaking of! After all, we’re not exactly children.”

*Hansel dismissed her with a wave.*

Hansel: “I know. I know it with all my heart… And this will be a tale of riches and adventure. I’m sure.”

*Gretel slowly stood, staring at her brother with a hard gaze.*

Gretel: “How can you even think of such things-- riches, Hans? Riches?” *She crossed her arms, guarding herself from the cold.* “You dream too much. Me, brother? I don’t dream. I remember, instead. I remember that our parents chose to abandon us.”

*Gretel rarely raised her voice, but when she did, all took notice. Her words left the forest strangely silent for a moment.*

Hansel: *licking his chapped lip, his voice was softer when it returned* “They were only doing as they were supposed to do. You’ll understand that soon enough.”

*Gretel shook her head, stunned by his persistence, by his still apparent smile. Before she could reply, a nearby limb shook with new weight, and then again when the weight disappeared… What landed on the ground in front of them was a fat, white snow-bird. The animal cocked its head, staring at them before bouncing back and repeating the move. Gretel didn’t need to be told what it meant: this was his sign.*

Hansel: “See! I told you!”

Gretel: “I didn’t doubt that part, Hans….”

*Hansel moved forward, following the bird, but he paused when he realized his sister wasn’t with him. He raised a brow at her.*

Gretel: “I’m not going.”

Hansel: “But, Gretel…”

Gretel: *shaking her head* “I’m not. I’m off to find the road. If you want to chase a prophecy, then do so. But I will not.”

*Gretel couldn’t recall what her last words with her brother were, or how his arms felt when they wrapped around her… All she could remember is that he left, following a bird, and she in the opposite direction. She walked, and she walked, and she thought to herself…*

Gretel: :: Once upon a time, I would have been afraid of this… of wolves and monsters and no bread…:: “Not anymore.” *For a split second, she thought of trying to find home. But she wouldn’t return there, either. Anger gave her will strength and she marched away, determined to live and to not have her future planned out for her…*

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PostSubject: I want in! ^_^   Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:21 am

Name: Annabellah

Age: 20

Hair: Auburn brown

Eyes: warm brown

Build: Medium height, she has a few extra pounds on her, but they are all in the right places, making her look better, instead of chubby

Clothing/Costume: Blue sundress, with a white, long sleeve shirt under it, and a white apron. She wears flat, black shoes, tied to her feet with blue ribbon. They tie at her ankles.

Job: ledger keeper and secretary for her father, a merchant.

Behavior: Loves her life, and usually quite a joy to be around. She sometimes annoys people by singing too much, but they usually get over it because she sings well. When around her family and friends, she has a sarcastic sense of humor, for everyone else, it’s just very dry. Just as she is usually cheerful, she has a dark side, a Nega-Annabellah, if you will, that is depressing and sarcastic in the extreme. Free thinking.

Affiliations: THE Trading Company, Books-R-We.

Backstory: Middle child of three, Annabellah is a psudo tomboy. She likes to horseback ride, and work with her hands in all of the dirty stuff, but she is sweet on her father, and will do all of the girly girl things he wishes she would do. Annabellah sorta took over being the mom figure after their mom died in the current famine. Her mother didn’t starve, but famines also bring death by various diseases, one of which killed her mother. She now goes to work with her father, trying to help keep his now struggling business afloat. Her sisters, one older and one younger, usually get along with her pretty well. Her older sister, Chastity, is constantly out courting, and generally, for lack of a better phrase, being a total slut. Her younger sister, Irene, is out at all hours, trying to solve mysteries, usually ending up with her causing a fight, but she can give as well as she can get. Because Annabellah love to read so much, she has read many of the Prophets’ works, and has noticed, based on her research of past events and the Prophets’ stores, a definite pattern. A pattern, that many of which seem similar to her current situation. She is unsure if she wants to follow these patterns or not. Time will tell…

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PostSubject: A Long, Dusty Road   Thu Apr 28, 2011 3:35 pm

*Alina knew that she was nothing special. Not to say that she was not a person without her worth, just that she was the daughter of a cobbler and born without any royal titles or heritiages. All in all, she was not so much different from the most common people of her desert home. That being said, she could not properly express the gratefulness--or the guilt--at her mode of travel. She there she sat, legs folded under, hands folded in her lap, and eyes politely cast downwards. The ride was bumpy, and it was getting hard to stay in the respectful position. But rides in the softly furnished litter on the back of the kingdom's strongest camel was never billed as a smooth ride. Another jolt as the camel took another step, and Alina bounced, finally falling over. From in front of her, the tinkling laugh of her mistress, Princess Jasmine, drew her eyes.*

Alina: *looking away quickly* "I apologize, my princess."

Jasmine: "Alina, you have been my handmaiden and friend for six years. We are not in the public eye. Look at me, and talk with me as friends."

Alina: *bowing her head once before locking eyes with Jasmine* "Yes, your highness."

Jasmine: *sighing and shaking her head* "I suppose that'll have to do. Tell me, is this your first time in Andervani?"

Alina: "Yes. How about yourself, my princess?"

Jasmine: "You don't have to add that at the end of all your sentences. If you do, it will make this conversation very tedious."

Alina: "I'm sorry, your... I'm sorry."

Jasmine: *grinning from behind her semi-sheer black veil* "Good. As for your question, no. I've visited this kingdom's prince on numerous occasions for as long as I can remember. It is a beautiful kingdom, covered in stone and flowers and water. It's a wonderland, compared to ours."

Alina: *daring a sly grin* "Your father wouldn't approve of such a thought."

Jasmine: "My father is not here."

Alina: "May I ask a more personal question?"

Jasmine: "Yes. Those are my favorites, actually."

Alina: "This marriage to Andervani's prince... are you... happy with it?"

*Jasmine's eyes lowered, and Alina instantly regretted asking. But when her princess looked back at her, she was smiling... if not a bit sadly.*

Jasmine: "I don't get a choice in this so... I choose to be happy. One can choose their feelings, on occasion, and this is one of them."

Alina: "But you... aren't?"

Jasmine: "What do you think?"

*Alina only nodded a bit, knowing well that sometimes, it is best not to answer. Jasmine, a sad ghost of a smile, turned to her right, pulling back the dense current that guarded the princess and the handmaiden from the blistering sun only enough to peek.*

Jasmine: "We'll be there before nightfall."

Alina: "Good... I was worried about our escort in the freezing temperatures."

Jasmine: "Well, your worries are gone. Look, on the horizon."

*Alina manuvered herself to peek outside. She gasped. On the heat blurred horizon a single, stone spire rose high into the sky. With each step the litter took, more and more structures came into view. Jasmine was right. They would be there long before the sun set.*

OOC- I used Andervani as the name because Cen mentioned it. I hope no one minds!

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PostSubject: Annabellah   Tue May 17, 2011 2:53 am

*Annabellah took a step into the bright sunlight. She loved her father dearly, but she just had to get away from all of those lovely, old, leather bound and gilt trimmed books. Normally, she wouldn’t have been in her father’s office quarters in the middle of town, toiling over columns of numbers and examining shipment lists, but things had changed. Her father was once one of the wealthiest merchants around, due to his excellent business conducted through shipping. Chastity went to balls and flirted with all of the young noble lads. Irene would meet with the young ladies her age, and they would try to solve the mysteries of the world. And she…Oh, and she would be out in the fields, riding her horse, and finding a nice tree by a stream under which to sit or lie, while she devoured another book. When the famine had hit, though, a rash of bad luck hit her father’s trading business. Ships sank. Shipments traveling over land disappeared. Their mother had died.*

Annabellah: ::Snap out of it! You can’t afford to wallow in pity of everything that is going on. Being sad over it won’t make anything better. Best to keep your nose to the grindstone, and help keep your family going. You know that Chastity or Irene won’t do it. They are still knee deep in da’ Nile.::

*Horns begin blowing triumphantly*

Annabellah: “What in the Prophets’ Name’s is that?” *looks around* “Father won’t miss me long enough to go and find out what’s going on. Maybe it will be something good, for a change.”

*Annabellah, deciding it was for the best, turned around and dashed inside, hurriedly trying to find her father and let him know where she was going.*

Annabellah: ::Better for him to have at least one daughter that he doesn’t have to worry about.::

Absolon: *excitedly* “Daughter! I have been looking for you. I have just heard that my last missing ship has just pulled into harbor! I must leave now and see to my ship. This might be our salvation. I have just told your sisters that I must leave for a few days. You will take care of them, yes?”

Annabellah: *resignedly* “Yes, Papa. I will do my best to take care of Chastity and Irene.”

Absolon: “I have asked your sisters what I may bring them back as a gift. What may I bring you, my beloved daughter?”

*There it was. The pressure, the slowly building pressure, was back. Every so often, Annabellah would feel a pressure building around her and her family. The pressure built accompanying a single thought. “Ask for a sapphire necklace. Or a ruby ring. A jewel for your father’s jewel.”*

Annabellah: ::No. Father wants me to be girly, but those things mean nothing to me. I have no want or need of jewels. Besides, what if this ship does not bring good news? Father may not be able to afford such a gift, much less three of them.::

Pressure: ::Ask for a blue silk dress. That is your favorite color, and you haven’t had a new dress in such a long, long time.::

Annabellah: *gritting her teeth* ::A new dress would be nice, but the dress I have now is more than what I need. I don’t go to balls. I tried to get out of them even before all of our bad luck hit. I don’t want a dress:: *straightening her spine* “I would like a rose, Papa. Or any flower, really, Papa. You know that I love all types, and just something like that would be perfect. I would know that you were thinking of me.”

*The pressure slackened, but did not completely go away.*

Absolon: “My daughter, you are an absolute joy. Go, today is a happy day. Our ship has come in.” *he chuckled* “I have heard the music begin playing. Go and investigate. I bet that it is our prince’s fiancée, making her entry into the city. It is sure to be a great celebration. Chastity and Irene should all ready be there. “ *He bent over, and kissed Annabellah on the forehead.* “Go and find happiness, by Bellah-girl.”

*With that, Absolon skipped away, floating on a cloud of happiness.*

Annabellah: *turning to head toward the music* “I shall find happiness, Papa, so long as that idiot, sexist pig Sorrel doesn’t find me.”

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