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True Self RP!
True Self RP!
I'm going to try to start an RP. None of mine have ever really been successful... So: please join!
I have a true self. As in, my bitter, dark side as opposed to my sweet, tiny little girl side.
Let's have our true selves go on an adventure!
Sheet:
Name:
Age (optional):
Appearance:
Personality:
Other / Powers:
And you can do it for your normal self, if you want.
Name: Rosemary
Age (optional): Uhhhhhhhh
Appearance: She's in the form of a porcelain doll. Her hair is black, with bangs, and ringlets to the middle of her back. Her eyes are bluish-redish, and her skin is all peeling and cracked. She wears a pink, kinda victorian era dress that laces up the back.
Personality: Quiet and creepy, but be careful- if you anger her the slightest bit, she's burst into a flying rage: not a good thing.
Other / Powers: When she gets angry, her eyes turn red and she gives them various wraths. Nasty.
Our various True Selves are going to school together! A normal middle school/ high school (we'll dicide). Dun dun DUN!!
submitted by Little Sister, age dundunDUN!, and Rosemary...
(May 21, 2015 - 8:34 pm)
(May 21, 2015 - 8:34 pm)
Oh, well, in that case...
Selphi
Age: 11
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes. Tall. Hair in a ponytail.
Personality: Not much you haven't seen. On the CB, I cut my personality into three parts. There's the Somebody you know-- the overreacting, annoying, practical, yet also outside-the-boxy sometimes nerd, and there are my alters. Shifting represents the mean, blunt, sarcastic, scheming part of me. Volcano represents the optomistic, hyper, crazy part of me.
Other/Powers: Combo of myself and AEs! Electrokinesis, pyrokinesis, summoning, and high-end technology!
(May 24, 2015 - 12:22 pm)
Name:Violet Vulpi
Appearence:Long auburn hair and dark blue eyes.Sharp features;usually wears black,blue,or grey clothing
Personality:Sarcastic,anti-social,nerdy but if you know her well she can be fun and daring
Powers/other:Tricky,can easily mess with your mind and can find emotional weak spots(kinda like what Octavian can do except she does murder innocent teddy bears)
(May 24, 2015 - 1:15 pm)
Typo: Violet doesn't kill teddy bears.
(May 24, 2015 - 2:36 pm)
Meet the twins that make up my true self!
Adeline
Age: 5, I guess. But not crazy, just sweet and innocent.
Appearance: Glossy brown hair in ringlets and a pale blue dress with a white Peter Pan collar.
Personality: Sweet, innocent, gentle, and quiet.
Other/Powers: She's just very calming, I guess.
Aaaaaand the other twin...
Scarlet
Age: IMMMORTALLLLL (I know, they're twins, but still...)
Appearance: Dark red hair, a pure evil grin, and a black dress. So very ready to inflict pain.
Personality: Malicous and evil, unforgiving. Makes you pay for every little unfair thing you do.
Other/Powers: PAAAAIN
(May 24, 2015 - 2:32 pm)
Name: Emily
Age (optional): 13, but people who don't know her often think she's 9 or 10
Appearance: average/short, long brown hair in braids, hazel eyes with brown spekles, round black glasses, usually pale but blushes extremely easily, thin, wears skirts
Personality: nerdy (to the point of reading the social studdies textbook for fun), shy, teacher's pet, over achiever, grammar freak, really old fashioned, innocent, can easily be taken advantage of (ahem, cough cough, you evil charcters), she overworks herself and worries too much about grades, constantly reading a book. Basically, my CB self.
Other / Powers: She blushes so easily, people always know when she's embarassed. No powers, she's like a human encyclopedia. Sometimes, she can unconsiously be really annoying.
(May 24, 2015 - 3:00 pm)
Shall we start... Wednesday?
(May 24, 2015 - 3:00 pm)
Can the evil cherries really like to gang up on and use their powers on Booksy?
(May 24, 2015 - 6:32 pm)
My charries aren't even evil. -_-
(May 25, 2015 - 9:03 pm)
Sorry, I didn't mean anyone in particular!
Oh, I keep saying the wrong thing... I'll go cry in a corner now...
(May 25, 2015 - 9:10 pm)
Drat, I meant to say Emily!
(May 25, 2015 - 9:07 pm)
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(May 25, 2015 - 3:58 pm)
I shall start!
Rosemary~
I wake up one morning to find myself a human.
Crazy, right? I mean, I'm not human! I'm a doll!
When I stand up, I almost topple over from my own weight. Sitting next to me on the bedside table is a letter.
Dear Rosemary, the letter starts.
You have been accepted into a true self experiment in which you will be attending the CB academy for all ages.
Please arrive at the bus stop at 7:00.
Yours truly, Doctor Telf Srue
All I can do is stare.
Apparently I'm staring for too long, because when I glance at the clock, this is what I see:
6:58
(May 27, 2015 - 7:54 pm)
*Adeline*
I wake up to the pretty birds chirping merrily outside my window. A letter floats through my open window, which is soooo cool, like magic. I open it up to find as follows:
Dear Adeline,
You have been accepted into a true self experimen in which you will be attending the CB academy for all ages.
Please arrive at the bus stop at 7:00.
Yours Truly, Doctor Self True
A school? I don't remember a school. Scarly tells me I'm creepy. Maybe no one will like me because I'm creepy. I brush my brown ringlets a little, staring into my glassy eyes and wondering if they're creepy.
Scarlet
I wake up on the right side of the bed, the one that's on fire. I read my self identifiable quote on the wall, FIRE IS LIFE, and smile, 'cause it is. A woodpecker outside just won't stop pecking wood.
So I snap its little wing. I flop onto my bed and something crunches underneath me.
An envelope.
I open it to find:
Dear Scarlet,
You have been accepted into a true self experiment in which you will be attending the CB academy for all ages.
Please arrive at the bus stop at 7:00.
Yours Truly, Doctor Self True
7:00 is too early. They realize I have a life, right? I shall discuss this with someone, using fire.
But, ah well, at least there'll be humans there. Mortals that aren't creepy and weird and ghostly like Adeloser, who scream when I hurt them.
(May 27, 2015 - 9:05 pm)
~Annette~
I wake up, pushing the blankets aside. It's 5:45. Perfect. I quickly shower and, combing my hair, pull on some jeans, tennis shoes, a green tank top, and a black hoodie. It's 6:00, now. I sit on my bed, combing the last of the tangles out of my hair when I hear something tapping on the window. Curious, I unlatch the shutters and roll down the window. A robin flies in, a manilla envelope clutched in it's talons. It drops the envelope on my dresser and flies away. Putting down the comb, I check out the envelope.
Annette Erikson
The Upstairs Bedroom
346 Robine Drive
It has a purple stamp with a swirl of silvery gray on it that smells like midnight, and no return adress. I flip it over. It has a purple seal. I peal it off and open the letter
Dear Annette, the letter begins.
You have been accepted into a true self experiment in which you will be attending the CB academy for all ages.
Please arrive at the bus stop at 7:00.
Yours truly, Doctor Telf Srue
True Self Experiment? I don't like the sound of that... but something draws me too it. I glance at the clock. 6:03. I have almost an hour to pack.
I grab the backpack I use for school and empty of all my binders. I put in my slim green poetry journal and my pencil bag. I have no idea how long I'll be gone, so I pack three changes of underclothes, a jacket, two pairs of jeans, hairbrush, tolietries, 3 shirts, some hairties, my other pair of tennis shoes, and my running shoes. It's about 6:43 now. I should probably eat first.
I go downstairs and scroung in the fridge. I find a donut and grab it. It's 6:45, now. I leave, eatting the donut as I walk to the bus stop.
I sit down on the bench. It's 6:54. I'm early.
(May 28, 2015 - 9:28 am)
.:Maeve:.
A strong, bright spotlight of sunshine pierces my window and splays across my face. I tousle my body over and burrow under my duvet, attempting to ignore the blinding reminder that it's time to wake up. It's been deemed impossible and it's 5:50 on a Friday morning and I really should drag myself out of bed right about now if I don't want to be late for school.
So I do. It takes a tremendous amount of effort, but I do.
"Maeve, are you up yet?" my dad calls from downstairs just as I finish stretching.
"Um, sort of?"
"Well, you'd better hurry," my older sister, Bridget, adds. "You've got mail!"
I blink. Mail?
"Coming!" I yell, swinging my closet door open and grabbing something to wear. I pull on a pale aqua-colored T-shirt dress, a pair of white Converse, a silvery necklace and three rings. After brushing through my hair, I braid two front strands and pin them back with a few bobby pins. I apply my mascara as quickly as possible, sling my book bag over my shoulder, and clatter downstairs.
"Wow." Bridget stares at me incredulously. "That was fast."
"You think?" I pant, bending over to catch my breath. My bag thuds to the floor as it slips off of my shoulder.
"Here." She hands me a somewhat thick envelope with a shimmering stamp. I raise my eyebrows. She nods. I swipe it from her palm and rip it open excitedly, scanning over the writing.
Dear Maeve,
You have been accepted into a true self experiment in which you will be attending the CB academy for all ages.
Please arrive at the bus stop at 7:00.
Yours truly, Doctor Telf Srue
Well. That's new.
I contemplate what to do. I don't take the bus, but the stop is just a block away from my house; I pass by it every day. I could easily get there in a good five minutes.
The only problem?
"Ready to go, girls?" Dad shuffles into the family room, tossing his car keys and catching them in his hand.
Yep, that's it.
"Um," I stammer. "Um, no. I...I mean, I already have a ride. With - with Clare." She's my best friend, so I assume the lie seems reasonable.
Dad crinkles his forehead. "Clare's picking you up? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"Forgot, sorry." I reach up and kiss his stubbly cheek. "Gotta go. Bye." I sprint out of the house like a lightning bolt.
"But - "
"Love you!" The door slams behind me. I don't have time to waste.
(May 28, 2015 - 2:06 pm)