Can we please start now? Everyone is very interested in this (at least I am) and we have a lot of Charries. I'm not trying to be rude, I just think that we should start.

@Kaaatyyy, when do we staaarrrt?

Sorry Lads and Lasses, I've been a bit busy with puppies and all, but here we go!

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With another yawn, I continued to type on the computer. Usually I pulled aside my kindle and checked on Chatterbox in the morning, but today its battery was dead.

There was a new roleplay up! It instantly caught my attention with the title. "Fantasy Roleplay!" We hadn't had one of those around, and it was my favorite genre. As soon as I logged on, however, my excitement died.

All it had was a form to fill out, and a little notification. The notification Peaked my curiosity anyways, so I decided to fill it out! The creator was new as well, so I might as well support them. It's not like the thing would survive that long at this rate.

Name: Katherine Von Hoidy Mc Toidy

Age: 14

Personality: Spunky and sarcastic. More often then not she tries to burn people as well, but some of them are stupid, and all of them jokes. She has a prank side and a very dark side. As in evil. She loves the idea of blood sometimes, and randomly will burst Into songs about burning children, just to freak people out. She absolutely hates pain, however. Seeing a little kid crying !makes her very depressed. And speaking of depressed, whenever she is tired all of her optimism flies away, and she doubts everything. Especially her own purpose.

Appearance:  She has long, strawberry blonde hair often swept in a side braid. She also has bangs that sweep to the side, just over her eyes. Katie can often be found wearing shifts with belts, and leggings. She will sometimes wear a leather cap on rainy or really sunny days. She has a toirtise in her satchel, which holds several miscellaneous things that randomly come in handy. she also has two large, silver wings. 

Magic:  Katie is immune to fire

Weapons: A long bow slings over her shoulder, and she has a hip quiver with a lid. Also a dagger for close range.

Skills: She is pretty good at archery. Long range is her thing, but she can't move and shoot. At close range she can shoot a little quicker, but it isn't always accurate when she !moves.

I smiled and nodded, happy with the medieval version of myself, then typed in the captcha. It said help, which set me laughing. There were other people who's captchas had said that! It was super cool!

I nodded once again and then pressed the submit button.

Unbearable pain followed, and then I passed out. 

I already posted. But, I'm busy so I will have to quit. Sorry! Admins, if it is possible, can you delete that post? If not, just ignore that. Also, ignore my charrie. Continue on without me.

OK, I just deleted the most recent comment from Natalie on this thread.

Admin

Emmilia~

Here I am, sitting in front of the computer, procrastinating. One more post, I tell myself. Ha, not likely. It's the weekend, and I've got all morning, so I might as well do some writing. 

I notice a new RP, "Fantasy Roleplay!" submitted by someone I'd never seen on the CB before. They could be from before my time, I am so new that I wouldn't know, or new. I click on it anyways, even though I'm in what seems like a million RP's right now, and read the tiny description that they've posted.

P.S. Base your character off of you. Basically a fantasy, past version of yourself.

Cool! I thought. This will be easy, it's based off of me. Soon, I've come up with a whole complicated backstory, which I may or may not use. Scrolling down so I can post, I notice that Cha Cha has said a word. That's what, her second? Help, she says, and it makes me smile. Pressing submit, I wonder how long it will take for this RP to die.

Then, a horrible pain racks my body, and I slip into unconsciousness.  

Oops, I almost didn't see this! I hope it's not too late to join, but I DID promise in one thread or another...

Name: Tzippora Emuna (My Hebrew name. The second name is my real first name, translated. However, Tzippora is what I generally go by in Jewish places.)

Age: 14 (gonna be 15 in July! AHHHH!)

Personality: Cheerful, excitable, spontaneous, very shy around people she doesn't know. When she is happy or gets a good idea she usually jumps around the room. She can be socialy awkward.

Appearance: Wavy brown hair with a HUMONGEOUS cowlick right in the front. Bangs swept to the side. Usually wears her hair in a ponytail. Small brown eyes, purple wire framed glasses.

Magic: She can shape-shift, but not mimic powers.

Weapons: Ooh, let's see... howabouta... bow! Bow and arrows, that sounds good! And a very long knife, and a dagger.

Skills: She loves almost all animals, and can calm them down if they are upset. She knows the names of all the trees and almost all the plants. Being a gymnast, she is very flexible and pretty strong. She can run fast for long distances, but is a bad sprinter. Her hand-eye coordination is terrible.

Top! I'm making cookies now but then I will add on to what I wrote!

~|Hannah/Lírdes|~

I open my eyes a sliver. Nooooo. It's morning. I wanna sleep … Hey sun, could you go away for about five minutes? Please? With cookies and cupcakes and cheese on top? Dang it. Maybe I shouldn't have started up so late playing Gameboy. Eh. It was worth it. I'm destroying Green Earth army.

I roll over, grabbing my tablet, and opening up Chrome. I always have Cricket up. A new RP is up. "Fantasy Roleplay". Heck, I'm always ready for a good fantasy Roleplay. I click on it and it and fill out the charrie sheet, embellishing greatly.

All of my charries are basically just awesomer versions of me. I scroll up. Who made this roleplay? Someone I've never heard of before. And although I haven't actually met all the Cbers, I'm familiar with most of them. Must be a newbie.

I scroll back down to read and enter the CAPTCHA, and Sloth says, "help". Ha! That's hilarious. I press the submit button, and a burning sensation fills my body, and my vision leaves me.

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I wake moments later, to be found standing, dressed in a red dress with a heavy yellow jacket-like thing. Cold metal presses against my brow and neck. I hold up an arm, staring at the fabric. It reminds me of something, but I can't remember what, or who.

All I know is that I'm not supposed to be wearing it. I feel like someone else. But who? I turn, looking around at my surroundings. Something gently bumps against my back. I lift my arm up, clutching at it. A sword. A sword's hilt. Am I supposed to use a sword?

I let go of it, looking at my surroundings. A fine bedroom. A bedroom for a rich person. A bed with maroon covers with golden fleur-de-lis on it stands behind me. A mirror with a golden frame sits to the right of me on top off a mantelpiece. A tall golden-framed mirror is to the right it. A Roman-style couch with the same design as the bed near the foot of the bed.

A vanity table with mirror is in front of me. I don't look like me. That much I know. I should have a slight sprinkling of freckles across my pale face, tan arms, blue eyes, and wavy brown hair.

Now I have brown eyes, slightly lighter brown hair, and tan skin. My hair is still wavy, but little tendrils have been brought to the from of my face and styled with some sort of gel. 

A tremor of fear runs through me. A girl runs into the room. "What's going on?" I whisper. She curtseys, a nervous expression on her face. "You're going as a delegate to the Coronation, your highness." She mumbles.

"What Coronation?" I ask. 

I yawn and hop out of bed. I should go downstairs and make waffles. But I decide to check chatterbox first. I click a thread titled new RP!, and look at it. It is nothing much but really what is the harm of one more RP? I fill out the form. (my actual one is on page one at this moment.)

At the bottom it says base your character off of you. Perfect. I scroll down to fill out my CAPTCHA and it says help. Ha, that is funny, what do you need help with Fred? I think. I press submit. Suddenly I feel an unbearable pain. I black out.

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Moments later I open my eyes. I find myself in a forest that I have never seen before. I find myself looking a little different than I actually look like. And the clothes!  I look like I just came out of a Shakespeare play! I grab my dagger. Wait, I have a dagger?! I can figure this out while I eat some food. I stand up, trying not to trip on my REALLY long and puffy dress. I turn around and see a city bustling with people. Where there are people, there must be food, I think. I hobble in that direction, trying not to trip. Wherever I am, they make IMPRACTICAL clothing. 

Katherine~

The pain was back again. I don't know when it came. Blackness was still hugging and carressing my body, but the pain was back. And this overpowering sense of wrongness.

But what was wrong?

My body. That was one thing. My center of gravity had changed immensly, and as the blackness began to fade I could feel myself stumbling sideways due to some foreign weight upon my back. Eventually I found something to lean on in my blind stupor, and I clung to the pole like a child cling's to it's mother.

It took a few more minutes before I could see. And that was the first thing I fully realized. I could see perfectly fine. Since when had I not been able to, of course? Which is why the nagging urge to push something up the bridge of my nose drove me crazy.

I could see the foreign clothes upon my body. 

They just felt different for some reason. And again, that wrongness I had instictively listened too. Everything was wrong. Familar, but wrong.

I looked down at myself and lifted an arm. My sleeves were long and fluffy, coming to a close around my wrists, and I found the shirt is was attatched to felt very airy and light. It felt free.

The leggings, however, were tight and uncomfortable, like I had never worn them before, but at the same time I knew I had.

It was all very confusing.

I didn't need to look at myself to know what I looked like, and yet when I scanned my body everything seemed off.

Wrong.

Maybe the hunters had drugged me.

And that was when I looked up, wondering where the thought had come from. When I looked up and realized the pole I was clinging to was one of many that made a cage around me.

The hunters.

That was right.

Everything made sense now.

Why I had passed out and why everything was so weird. But even with that realization, I felt it so wrong.

I had nothing else to go off of, so I pushed myself off the pole and instantly fell backwards. That was right, I had wings. And for some reason I didn't like their weight today. Maybe it was due to the fact that they were the reason I was in jail, and the reason I was hoisted above a noisy crowd of onlookers.

Entertainment for some coronation, that was it.

How did I know this? Why did everything feel wrong and different? Why do I feel like I am not....me? I don't have wings...but I do?

As my father always said, go off of what you know. Even though I didn't think my father actually said this, I decided it was useful advice.

And I knew I needed to get out of that cage!

~Mei-xue~

Yawning, I climbed out of bed. I slowly dressed, then walked down the stairs, thinking about the Chatterbox. Naturally, the first thing I did was start my computer and open Google Chrome. I typed in the letter C. The Cricket link came up, so I pressed enter and waited for it to load.

There was a new roleplay! I was always trying to improve my writing skills, so of course, I clicked on it. A fantasy roleplay? In medieval times? Why not? Quickly, I filled out the charrie sheet. It read:

Name: Catherine Corbet

Age: 12

Personality: Rebellious, not afraid to speak out when something is wrong.

Appearance: Blond hair, gray eyes. Tall. (I'm assuming that we all have to be near each other, so I can't be in ancient China. Therefore, I'm making up the appearance.)

Magic: Time!

Weapons: A dagger and her wits.

Skills: Thinking, writing, mathematics, drawing.

Why did I feel so strange today? I felt like something was coming, like something was wrong. However, this was probably my imagination, so I shrugged it off and moved on to the CAPTCHA.

Xiǎo tùzǐ had said a word! Help! Pretty weird. A strange coincidence.

I typed it in, then pressed Submit.

That's when everything started.

Everything went black. A hot pain spread up from the finger I had used to click Submit. I felt like my spirit was leaving my body, but not in the dying way. I felt myself being sucked from the form of the girl sitting in front of her computer, and into somewhere I shouldn't be. Fear and panic filled my lungs, covering my eyes, ears, and mouth--Now the hot pain was burning my whole body! I couldn't scream--My mouth was clamped shut.

And then it was gone. Just like that.

Whatever it was that had taken hold of my consciousness had decided to release it. I opened my eyes.

But everything was different.

They weren't even my eyes. 

~|Lírdes|~

The maid gives a laugh. "Always playing your funny games with me you are." My games. Yes. Teasing the servants. Now I remember. The coronation in the neighboring kingdom. I was just about to leave.

Now I remember. "I got you good, didn't I, Ella?" I ask. Who is Ella? The maid. Remember. This feels so strange. This is me, but it's not. "Where is my--" I stop. Do I have a sister?

"What?" I take a deep breath and start again. "Where is my sister?" I ask. "Ah, you want to see Lileth before you depart?" she asks with an indulgent smile.

The name rings a bell. But it's wrong at the same time. "Y-yes," I say after a moment's hesitation. "Well, you know where the nursery is." Of course. I'm in there quite a bit, whenever I'm home.

I sigh, hoping that my memory will make up its mind what's real and what's not by the time I reach Castle Oryan. And it won't take too long either. Just an hour or two. I walk slowly down the flight of stairs, turn left, walk down a hallway for a short period of time, and take a right.

Nurse smiles at me, beckoning. She's holding Lileth in her arms. Lileth with her strawberry blond hair. I look down at her. No, she has curling golden-brown hair.

"Hello, Lileth. I have to go away again. But it's only for a week. And I'm not going over the sea. Just next door to Cili."

She coos at me and I nod curtly to Nurse. "G'bye Lileth," I say, striding out the door. I must hurry. Because I have to reach ... where? I stop, blinking. Cili. That's where I'm going. I rush back to my room, where Ella is putting my things away.

"Is everything ready?" I ask. "Yes. Oh, and your brother recently came back from a hunt. He's working on displays for them now."

My stomach flops around at this. Hunting. The evil sport where ... where ... Oh, yes. Where men go out to capture the many human animal hybrids who live in the wilds of many of the nearby countries, including Cili.

And with my luck, someone will try presenting one to me as a present. I always let them go because I find them more human then many think. But they could never survive in our society, either. 

I forgot (that's kinda my trademark phrase, isn't it? ;P) to mention that Kira/me is a peasant in the RP, not poor as in: Low Class, but as in: almost Middle Class. I might not be able to finish this, but here it goes!

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I look at the clock. 6:00. No one else should be up, it's Saturday. I hop out of bed and walk out of the door, making sure it doesn't creak as I close it. I get on to Cricket, and click on the Inkwell. Immediately I notice a new roleplay. It's called: Fantasy Roleplay!

Hmm, that looks interesting. I think, and I click on it. I fill out the charrie sheet as the following.

Name: Kira Ilana (Neither of those are my real names)

Age: 13

Personality: Sarcastic, smart, kind, quick-thinking.

Appearance: Middle-length blond hair, blue/grey/green eyes, slightly tanned skin, average height. Wears a light blue dress a bit below the knees and white leggings.

Magic: Communicates with animals.

Weapons: A short sword and a bow.

Skills: Is very good at archery, and is okay at swordplay/fencing.

Yup, that's good. I lean back, satisfied, and then scroll down to enter the CAPTCHA. How funny! It spells 'help'! Another word! I type it in and click Submit. And the world goes black. 

~~~~~

I wake up on grass, feeling like throwing up. I hear a bird chirp, but at the same time it's saying, "Kira! That other bird over there took my share of the food!" 

I look around for this Kira girl, but see no one. "Who's Kira?"

"Are you all right, Kira?"

Then I understand. I must be Kira. "Yeah, I'm fine." 

And I look at what I'm wearing. A blue dress.

Gtg