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Curse RP!
I was looking through old threads, as I found an RP made by Carolion K(It’s spelled that way), and thought it was such a good idea that I just had to remake it!
This one will be a little different than Carolion’s, though. I copy pasted a bit of her RP here:
Ever since they were born, they have struggled with the Secret. They have known that they will never fit in, never have a normal life, because when they turn sixteen, they will have their curse activated. So, they do everything they can -- isolate themselves, don't talk much, leave their old lives and start anew. But the secret always follows them. The curse always follows them.
And it won't stay hidden forever....
But in this one, it was a witch, a little girl at that, who put the Curse on all of them. If they can find the little girl and kill her, they can stop it. They don’t have much time. They’re going to be sixteen soon. They just met each other.
It’s going to be extremely hard to kill her, since she looks so cute and innocent.
Also, the charries don’t know that she lives in Mongolia. . .
~❤︎~
Charrie sheet:
Name:
Gender:
Number of days until 16th birthday:
Appearance:
Personality:
Curse:
My charrie:
Name: ALTANSARNAI Chinbat (I thought that if the charries went to Mongolia, we’d probably need a Mongolian)
Gender: Female
Number of days until 16th birthday: 12
Appearance: Dark skin, oval face, short, shiny, straight black hair
Personality: Kind of a show-off, she didn’t get much attention at home. (Telling any relative about the curse would activate it early.) Her parents are always away, and when they aren’t, they’re giving attention to her younger sister. She’s a really good friend, though.
Curse: Once she turns sixteen, she’ll turn invisible, never to be seen again. She craves attention.
submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh), Fairyland
(July 27, 2016 - 8:50 am)
(July 27, 2016 - 8:50 am)
Ariel~
Why do I, of all people, have to be Cursed? I already am good at knowing when people sneak up on me, and I don't want to have that all become a weight. I just want my 16ty birthday to be a sweet 16, not a day for a Curse to come true.
Sorry, I'm not feeling super creative today.
(August 2, 2016 - 7:41 pm)
May I join? Sorry if full!
Name: Wren
No. Of Days: 15
Gender: Female
Apperance: Tan skin, blue eyes. Curly brown hair pulled into an Afro.
Personality: Shy, kind and caring. A great friend. Doesn't like to kill, although is brave. Hates the fact she is a Cursed, although she expects nothing to change it. Little did she know...
Curse: Anything she touches will turn to dust and float away.
(August 2, 2016 - 9:56 pm)
Sure! You can join!
(August 3, 2016 - 7:39 am)
I shall now write.
Medina~ Some say all curses are also gifts. I can say that is not true. It may be for some, especially of smarts, but turning people to stone is a terrible gift.
I look over the mountain range, the sun slowly beating down on the golden tips of the peaks. No breeze blows, but a thin river gently rushes through the canyons, cutting into valleys and winding past ancient relics of stone. It makes new paths, who knew something so small and light could carve into something so big and strong.
Cold, unforgiving. I have a right to be that way. Even people who seem innocent can turn on you just like that.
But, that is of no importance now. I am fifteen, only 7 days away from my sixteenth. For years, I have waited for the fateful day to come. I will still be alive, but it won't much of a life. And now, when I wake up, I will never be able to look at someone again.
Sadly, sunglasses do not work in reality. As long as I can still see, even the tiniest bit, anyone I will look at will become a stone statue, as if to reflect against my hardened heart.
(August 2, 2016 - 11:41 pm)
Ginger-
I can read these people like books, and I can read one thing best of all: terror.
I have five days until my Curse begins. My Curse doesn't seem that terrible; if I wear gloves, it has no affect, right?
The thing is, I'll never be able to touch someone else again.
Sure, being a criminal, it might be handy to kill with a touch, to turn someone into an intricate golden statue with a touch.
But then again, I'll never find that "True Love" stuff they tell you about.
I wave to the others and fall silent. A boy sits down next to me, nervous...
(so I was thinking that it could be the boy whose curse is that no one will remember him? And they could fall in love and it could be TRAGIC.)
(August 3, 2016 - 7:43 am)
His name is Harlan Rain, by the way. And I think that might be interesting... *Grabs popcorn* More details?
(August 3, 2016 - 4:33 pm)
And I forgot to add to his personality field: Harlan is nearly always calm and at peace. He doesn't really... get nervous, if you understand. Erm. So what if their Curses were all activated on the same day? Also, are our charries all in the same place right now?
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Harlan~ I sit beside a red-headed girl for reasons I cannot explain. She's silent for a moment and I'm not about to make the first move. But eventually she glances at me and says, "Hi."
"Hi," I answer. Her eyes—green—have a hard glint of cunning.
"I'm Ginger," she ventures.
"I'm Harlan," I answer. "Harlan Rain."
We're once again silent when she suddenly asks, "What's your Curse?"
I choose my words carefully. "When I'm sixteen, no one will remember me."
"How so?"
"That remains to be said. Yours?"
She grins slightly, half-heartedly. "Anything I touch turn to gold."
A golden touch, I muse to myself. Would there be any way around it? Perhaps... "Gloves," I say aloud.
"Hmm?"
"You could use gloves to block it, if it's only in your fingers. If it's everywhere, then.... I can't help you."
She nods silently and stares forward.
(August 3, 2016 - 5:53 pm)
I'm going to call her Cia as a nickname.
~Cianna
I hate being cursed. It's like a weight on my shoulders that can't ever be taken off. And I can't tell anyone, either. But I can't mope around in my last 9 days as normal girl! So that's why I decided to forget about it for now, and enjoy my last days. It's hard, but I really want it.
But, oh, it's hard! I leap up from my armchair and race across the room into my father's lap. I squeeze him tightly and bury my face into his shirt, breathing in his wonderful smell of wood from his carpentry.
"What's wrong, Cia?" my father asks, worried. "You don't seem your normal cheerful self these days."
I want to tell him, but I can't, because that will activate the curse early. And I don't want that! "I'm fine, Father! Nothing's wrong." I put on my brightest smile and kiss him.
He smiles back, "Okay, dear." But I can see that he's still not very convinced.
I settle in his lap and stare at the floor, thinking about my curse. It keeps returning to me. Everyone will hate you. No one will love you. You mother will hate you. Your father will hate you. Everyone will...
I push the thought out of my mind, sitting up and going upstairs to my room. I don't want to let my father see the tears burning in my eyes. Why did it have to be me? Me, of all people? And that curse, of all curses? I'd much rather have a different curse. My family loved me! The curse would reverse everything in my life!
I sit down on my bed and see something outside. I turn my head, and see a Mongolian girl with another girl, both staring up at me. They look slightly familiar... but I can't place it. Who are they? One of them gestures to me, and I stare at her. Slowly, I stand up and make my way downstairs, toward them.
(August 3, 2016 - 5:46 pm)
Wren~
I am so tired of living a life in hiding.
I don't even live with my parents anymore. I can't bear to see them. It just reminds me of the Curse.
A couple girls hiss from the bushes. I stand up, startled, until I see their faces. A....Mongolian? And others. I rush over.
"Are you Cursed too?" the Mongolian and I whisper at the same time. I try not to laugh.
"Yes, I am. Wren Waters, at your service." I do a mock bow. The girl wasn't impressed.
"Curse?" she asked bluntly.
I replied, slightly annoyed. "Anything I touch will turn to dust."
One of the girls looked impressed. "Short, concise, to the point- I like this 'Wren' person."
"I'm right here you know," I muttered.
Robin (Wren's twin (not a Cursed)~
I miss Wren with all my heart. She left us a year ago, when she turned fourteen. She said it was 'too dangerous to live with us anymore,' although she wouldn't tell us why. She still isn't home. She and I were really close...much closer than normal twins. But there was something...something I always knew she was hiding.
(August 3, 2016 - 8:46 pm)
Ariel~
I see a few people outside my window.
"Hey, come out here," they loudly whispered.
"Okay."
Once I was outside, they asked what my name and Curse was.
"I'm Ariel Swam, and I will feel the weight of everyone in the world, but more as they get closer."
(August 4, 2016 - 8:49 am)
Lukas~
Four girls are whispering to each other in a bush. Then one-she's Mongolian, I believe-turns rapidly.
"Are you Cursed, too?" It's almost like she has eyes in the back of her head.
Don't be shy, I tell myself. You only have fifteen days until you're turned into a wild animal, and you shouldn't spend that time being a hermit.
I don't say anything, but I nod.
"Come here," she says.
I do, but I still don't say anything.
"What's your Curse?"
"I'll be turned into a wild fox. I'm Lukas, by the way."
(August 4, 2016 - 1:38 pm)
I'm sorry, but can I drop out?
(August 4, 2016 - 1:42 pm)
Okay. :(
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