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[crystlcrwnd]

FULL NAME: kidagakash kira nedakh AGE: 26 ( immortal ) GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale & she/her OCCUPATION: bartender at wonderland

ALIGNMENT: chaotic good POSITIVE: independent, inquisitive, passionate NEGATIVE: blunt, aggressive, cynical

EXTRAS

i’m gonna get a complete bio out for her hopefully, but until then have some trusty bullet points!

the queen of atlantis ,  when kida was brought to this world ,  it was not just her home she lost ,  but her people ,  her entire culture ,  only just after finally getting it back .  that completely destroyed her ,  and probably honestly changed a lot about who she is as a person ,  as the exodus did for many .  she doesn’t talk about it & she’s pushed away everything and everyone that reminds her of it ,  though her crystal still rests around her neck .

she’s a bartender at wonderland and u bet ur ass she works them late shifts to walk all those ladies safely to their cars .

she fights at the underdrome ,  while she’s never been a fan of senseless violence ,  that was only because it was usually at the sake of her people ,  but she doesn’t have people anymore .  she’s pretty aggressive ,  but only hurts those she feels are asking for it .

she’s lowkey really into this history of this world ,  it’s her inquisitive nature ,  but it’s also torture because it breaks her heart that she’ll never learn another thing about her own culture’s history ,  that it has no future .

even though she can come off as incredibly harsh ,  she’s really a very soft and caring individual whose eyes can really just light the whole world up when she finds something she’s truly interested in .

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[ambiguousinnocence]

HI, HELLO, HI,  my name is cal, i’m 21 years old, in the mst timezone and i will steal any excuse to talk about the loml. 

FULL NAME: Peter Brooklyn NICKNAMES: Pete, Petey AGE: 19 BIRTH DATE: unknown, celebrated April 1st GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale, he/him OCCUPATION: student & street gang leader

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Nuetral POSITIVE: carefree, fun-loving, brave, honest, clever, optimistic NEGATIVE: irresponsible, reckless, blunt, conceited, impatient, manipulative

EXTRAS

Not that he’d ever let anyone, especially Hook, see how desperately he misses flying, but every night before he goes to sleep, he jumps from his bed to the floor, just to see if maybe it came back. It’s the only thing he cares about getting back and it probably means more to him than even the lost boys, Tink or Wendy. He pretends he’s just fine with it, he isn’t any less because he cant fly: Peter will never be anything but the best.

He’s also still pretty dedicated to taking Hook down, though in reality he doesn’t want to lose his nemesis. That was always the fun of it, the never-ending game, Hook losing over and over and once he’s gone, Peter can’t beat him anymore. The man is sort of like Peter’s punching bag, the boy keeps bringing him to the brink only to let him swing back so he can do it all over again.

Peter feels. What made him incapable of feeling was being a child, but he’s not a kid anymore, try as hard as he might to fight it. Things are so much more complicated now, he’s got responsibilities and stress and relationships with people other than his lost boys that are developing past simple playmates. He really tries to ignore them, he pretends they’re not there until he gets all caught up in the make believe. But at the end of the day, he’s left with all these complex thoughts and feelings he’s never had to deal with before and all he knows is he can’t speak to anyone about them.

As a lover of games, Peter has codenames for all the crimes he wants his little goons to commit, following the leader means to steal from a specific target, hide and seek is crowd pickpocketing and if Peter wants to tag you, you better sleep with one eye open because that means his lost boys, or even the kingpin himself, are looking to teach you a lesson.

Peter probably seems like a big old player, and he’s always been a natural flirt, but he’s never had more than that chaste kiss with Wendy when they were children. Intimacy scares the shit out of him, not that he’ll admit it, nothing scares him, of course. It’s not that he’s not interested at all, he is, the poor kid basically skipped puberty and got thrown into a body at the height of it’s sex drive.

He likes arguing, he likes fighting and he likes winning or being proven right. This makes him an incredibly sore loser, to the point where he will simply ignore the fact he’s lost. He participates in fights in the Underdrome, and is a surprisingly high contender, deceptively small but quick on his feet. On the off chance, he should lose though, well no worries, his lost boys will just collect their winnings back from the other contenders.

INTERVIEW

QUESTION ONE: How do you feel about the Exodus?

He’ll shrug and pretend he just doesn’t care, after all Peter is so good at pretending and he’s not about to admit it’s something he doesn’t understand in the least. He hadn’t given it much thought upon arrival, simply accepting what others told him as fact, like children do. While he didn’t understand the otherness of this place, he had found it quite different. Not that that shocked him: there really was no other place like Neverland. Of course, he doesn’t believe it’s gone, just asleep and waiting for his return. He only hoped when that happened, he wasn’t too grown up to go home.

“I guess it doesn’t really matter. We were in one place, now we’re in another.” The most confusing part for him had been the aliases, the idea that everyone in this world… knew about them somehow. The others said it was through stories and Peter understands that, who wouldn’t want to listen to stories about him? “It’s another adventure.”

QUESTION TWO: Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

“Nothing’s too hard for me,” he assures, with a dashing white smile, adult teeth, every one of them. “I just didn’t want to at first. Me and the boys were gonna just live in the woods, so what if it’s a new place? Doesn’t mean we’ve all got to change.” He won’t admit that living like boxcar children had lost that flair for him, it was only a week or two before he was caving. He moved into a place with the lost boys and suddenly realized he couldn’t remember ever living in a home before. “I miss the island. Mermaid lagoon and my ingenious moving hideout.” This place didn’t have the magic that Neverland did, didn’t bend to his every will. It doesn’t stop him from finding some sorry excuses for hideouts of his own around the town, though. “Neverland was never a place, though, it was me, and my lost boys. Mostly me, though.” Really, the only thing he missed was flying, but he wasn’t about to let anyone see how much that truly got him down.

QUESTION THREE: Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

He really does take a moment to think about it, normally answering with his gut, but it takes him a while to realize he doesn’t have a favorite place in Fabletown. He hasn’t had a special connection with a single place here, but he can’t say that because someone will figure out that he’s missing Neverland more than he lets on. “Probably the Four Jacks. I mean it’s filled with games, not my favorite kinds of game, but beating people at them is still fun enough.” Let them tell him the gambling age is 21, he’ll have the same answer: are you refusing me service? That wasn’t a smart idea, so people let Peter get away with just about anything.

QUESTION FOUR: How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

A smile breaks out across his face at the very word, even the sound of it seems to lift him off his chair, just a little. “Magic is… the very best thing in the whole world. It’s everything and nothing,” he scrunches up his nose, because that statement doesn’t really even make sense to him. He doesn’t clarify, mostly because he doesn’t understand himself what he’s just said, but it’s something people say. “With something like that.. there’s no banning or regulating it. It’s… It’s…” His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to think of the right words. “It’s a feeling,” he finally blurts, almost numb at the word on his lips. “You can’t ban or regulate those.” You would know, wouldn’t you, Pan?

QUESTION FIVE: Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood?

“The Big, Bad Wolf?” He asks, with a nonchalant shrug that can only be seen as disrespectful when in regards to the dead. He even has the gall to let out a little chuckle at his bad joke. Upon arriving in Fabletown, Peter had little and less interest about the fables surrounding his fellow residents. In fact, it took a good while to really get it into his head that they were in a new world, and all from stories. Who would even want to hear a story that wasn’t about Peter? Still, Peter was quite proud of what he’d learned about the other citizens and wanted to show off the knowledge he otherwise thought was useless. “Bet it was Hook, though. He’s always up to something slimy.”

#its a mess i did my best #i didn't want to ramble #poison:intro

[cessairhuxley]

                                                                    I N T R O

Hexxus:  Cessair Huxley [ Cessair Def: ‘sorrow’ or ‘affliction’, Huxley Def: ‘inhospitable place’ ]  Age, 35.  Birthday, 27th October, 1983.  Starsign Scorpio ( ascending virgo, moon in cancer ). 

Trope - Magnificent Bastard

Capturing the audience with their charisma, incredible intellect, mastery of manipulation, and boldness of action, this character is a show-stealer.  

They are brilliant and utterly devious, a smooth operator. They are also savvy and do not fall for obvious traps; bringing them down is no easy feat.

They are charismatic, often charming, their personality is like a physical force. While they exist on the darker end of the moral spectrum, they never take disgusting actions that undermine their magnificence, leaving them diabolical but in a way the audience can’t help but enjoy. And they are definitively not cowards. Ever.

                                                     P L A Y L I S T

Ultranumb - Blue Stahli Violated / So degraded / The show has just begun / Dominated / By all you hated / This will make you ULTRAnumb / Confession Is such / Perfection / Your sweet / Repression / Can’t hide  / Who you really are / Say you love it / Don’t pretend that you’re better than this / Malevolence goes both ways

Throne - Bring Me The Horizon So you can throw me to the wolves / Tomorrow I will come back / Leader of the whole pack / Beat me black and blue / Every wound will shape me / Every scar will build my throne

Blindfold - Sleeping Wolf Pull me in / No, I cannot resist / Every time your gravity has a hold on me / Shed your skin / You’re just a counterfeit / Dressing up an empty heart, I know who you are / So use your, use your / Use your, use your blindfold / Cover your hands on my eyes, closed / Do it again / Tie me up and show me what’s real / Hate your love, but love how you feel / Useless, trying to fight / And the truth is, I’d rather be blind

Stole The Show - Kygo No heroes, villains, one to blame / While wilted roses fill the stage / And the thrill, the thrill is gone / Our debut was a masterpiece / But in the end for you and me / Oh, the show, it can’t go onWe used to have it all, but now’s our curtain call / So hold for the applause, oh / And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow / Oh, it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show

                               I N  C H A R A C T E R  I N T E R V I E W 

How do you feel about the Exodus?

“Isn’t it wonderful???”

A slice of a grin, sharp as any blade cuts across those almost serpentine features.  It’s quite clear from the sadistic glee that taints those words that the so called ‘tragedy’ that had befallen the fables was, in this case at least - more of a boon.  It’s not the first world he’s found himself in.  It’s not the first place he’s been allowed to roam, to pick apart the corners of existence like the oil slick stain that dripped in his chest where most would expect a heart to be.  It’s not the first place The Nothing has been drawn to – and whether he was sent, or pulled, or tossed like the latest piece of garbage rolling along filthy asphalt, he is here.  And that’s all that matters.  When this place is gone… Crumbled, ash and dust, decaying and – d e a d.  There will be another.  There always is.

Meanwhile, he’s nestled in his booth at Wonderland.  Lounging deep in the plush seat - There’s something about the way he takes to a chair which makes him seem more like a liquid than a solid.  There was never any ‘perching’, no ‘sitting’, it couldn’t even be defined as ‘slouching’.  Just a way of going from standing to a casually recumbent state - looking as though he’d been occupying said piece of furniture for vastly longer than the fleeting moments he’s actually been there - the martini which is delivered to the table only a moment later testament to that fact.

“Limitless potential, rampant chaos, complicit corruption, spiralling self destruction… and here – ”

There’s a sinuous shrug, fingers trailing the cherry around the glass on it’s little stick, gleaming red, reflecting the lights of the club as though it were an ember ready to ignite.

“ – the bad guys can win.”

Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

“No, and, no.”

It’s a fairly straight forward, very direct answer.  Why would he miss the saccharine boredom of that place???  Where people smiled inanely all day ( surely a sign of some kind of deeper communal psychosis in his opinion ), where they sung happy little ditties which were nausea inducing at best, horribly revealing, over sharing and a big ole slice of ‘TMI’ at worst.  It makes his new found flesh creep at the mere thought something of a burgeoning migraine teasing into place between his eyes with the harshness of an ice pick driving through his skull.

Why would he miss the constant drudgery of eternal predictable ‘happy endings’.  Where traits like ambition, pride, deceit, manipulation and the like are all – undesirable.  

Here – oh, HERE, they’re keys.  Which unlock the aforementioned potential.  Things to be admired, wary of, respectful of – fearful of.  A place where it’s not the biggest sword, or brainless bravado, or the glimmer of light that stands victorious - but the sharpest mind, the patient darkness, the sweetest lie.

Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

“While Wonderland is so dearly – enchanting.  And the delights we have to offer are implicitly and uniquely spectacular, I do sometimes favour – other – kinds of amusement… And there are plenty of places in this city to be – entertained.”

While he says little else on the matter publicly - there are a few who frequent said establishments who would see him as something of a regular voyeur.  A foot into the Four Jacks isn’t unusual - a test of skill or luck in a gamble here and there.  But that’s not the main draw of the place.  While he can see tantamount supple bodies and exposed flesh in a myriad of forms at Wonderland, it’s all a little too – pristine – to sustain those darker desires for long.  The money he carries into the casino isn’t for a trite game of poker, or a clicking slot - it’s for the more visceral purveying of brutalism.  The Underdrome, with broken bones, shattered skulls, blood in fountains aplenty.  Those combatants pitched in delicious instinctive battle.  It’s human nature to – f i g h t.  To devolve to that primal brain where the only thing that matters is - survival.  

To hate, to hurt, to harm, to kill.  – Chaos unleashed.

It’s all rather good fun, really.

How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

There’s something of a ‘tchh’ between his teeth, a click of a tongue like the rattle of bone dice.  The martini he’s been nursing finally lifted from the table so that he can sample a little of the sweet-sour flavour on his tongue.

“The only people who care about controlling or banning magic are the ones who either a) don’t understand it or - and the likeliest option - b) don’t have it.”

“Jealousy, perhaps.  Little green eyed monsters clamouring for something beyond their grasp.  Fear - of the unknown.”

Just another delightful little weakness to exploit.

Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood? Please also indicate here if you would like for your character to potentially be the killer and, if so, what their motive would be.

“I have no idea why my opinion would matter either way.  I’m sure the NYPDs finest are on the case and doing… whatever it is they do between their copious consumption of donuts.”

Does he care???  Not particularly.  

And macabre as it sounds, even the death of Red hadn’t particularly hurt business.  In fact - it’s booming.  As much of a highlight as she was, the morbid fascination of the populace drawing them to a place that might be connected to a grisly murder was stronger – they come for the freak show, like vultures snapping at the eyes of corpses – they stay for the entertainment.  The bodies beautiful.  The liquor which loosens tongues and wallets both.  

The real fun is the almost tangible tremble that ran along the spines of every other fable.  A suddenly looming mortality.  A copious and present paranoia.  A fearful herd, a flock, scurrying around and jumping at shadows – in which, someone of the right persuasion could see their way to taking advantage…

…To that end, I set my wolf among you sheep.

hello!  i’m g, older than dirt ( over 21... ) - GMT.  <3

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[megaragalanis]

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

Megara “Meg” Loukritia Galanis

Where and when were you born?

A looong, looong time ago in Greece

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Her father’s Creon, King of Thebes and her mother is Philomena, the King’s mistress and the daughter of one of Creon’s advisers. She never really got to meet her father and was majorly mistreated, leading to her living a life on her own, mostly.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

 Megara has two brothers, Arcadius and Dion next to a bunch of half-brothers and half-sisters. She believes none of them have survived the Exodus.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

She lives in Fabletown, a city she uses as her new playground, a new chance, a new life to start over after having been dead and brought back to life -- but sadly she’s still involved with Hades. She enjoys the people, the food, the different stories she gets to experience, though she remains for herself, guarded.

What is your occupation?

Personal assistant of Holden Kasabian 

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

She is standing at 5′6 ft, dark hair and pale blue eyes -- she likes to dress accordingly for work (pencil skirts, blouses, dresses, high heels) and likes to wear rather loose clothes for her personal agendas, depending on the location and occasion.

To which social class do you belong?

Uncertain since she’s bound to Holden. I’d say middle-class

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

allergies? men

Are you right- or left-handed?

right handed

What does your voice sound like?

melodic, a bit hoarse, seductive

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

she likes to give people pet names 

What do you have in your pockets?

a picklock, some money

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

eyes rolling, crossed arms.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

Difficult to unbearable. She grew up as an outcast considering she’s a bastard. She was never fully recognized as a princess and never expected to be one, so she started to gain her own reputation and she started dating her first boyfriend at a young age, at 16.

What is your earliest memory?

Waging up in a strange home -- an orphanage, after passing out at a festival. her mother dropped her off after she couldn’t provide for her anymore.

How much schooling have you had?

None, everything is self-taught, street-smarts.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

Self-taught and a few friends

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

The Greek Goddess Athena comes to mind -- the Goddess of war and wisdom.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

Not really, because they were all living apart

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

either a writer or a designer for Kings and Queens

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

running, pulling pranks, stealing food, taking hot baths, sneaking into plays

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

stubbornness, recklessness, wit, temperament, energy, courage.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

She didn’t have many friends, but she considered them to be her actual family, people she could rely on. They fed one another and made sure each and every one of them is safe and had a relatively filled stomach.

When and with whom was your first kiss?

With Lysander, her first boyfriend. She was fifteen at that time, at the peak of creating herself and realizing her own dreams. He was the one she loved and adored.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

She lost her virginity to Hercules later within the story.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Selling her own soul to Hades in order to save Lysander.

Who has had the most influence on you?

Hades/Holden in terms of bad influence, Hercules and Aladdin/Ali in terms of good influence.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Saving Hercules’ life.

What is your greatest regret?

selling her soul to Hades

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Betraying and lying to Hercules

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

Not that she is aware of.

When was the time you were the most frightened?

The moment she died and the moment she thought she’d lost Hercules forever.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

Being exposed for lying.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

Again, signing the contract and saving Lysander’s life even though he didn’t deserve her pity. 

What is your best memory?

her first major connection to someone else than Hades/Holden, kissing Hercules for the first time.

What is your worst memory?

Dying, selling her soul

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

mostly realistic, actually. With a tendency to pessimism. 

What is your greatest fear?

Never regaining her freedom

What are your religious views?

She believes in the Greek Gods (naturally, she technically serves one), so she’s Hellenistic.

What are your political views?

Equality, feminism and liberal.

What are your views on sex?

Preferred to love, it is the freedom to choose what you want to do with your body, it combines pleasure with consent if applied correctly.

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

Killing would be acceptable in order to save your friends, family and loved ones. Could Meg kill? possibly

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Permanently damaging someone else, either through words, actions or gestures.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

She believes in soul mates, yes.

What do you believe makes a successful life?

freedom, creativity, self-expression. Love.

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

She isn’t necessarily honest. She likes to be blunt and outspoken, but that doesn’t include her emotions except at a time of complete frustration, for instance if Holden annoys her and really gets to her.

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Men can be pretty shitty, people in general can be backstabbers, so she tries to hide a part of her.

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Betray Hercules again. it broke their heart the first time around, she’s trying to steer clear of them, in fact.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

Hercules and a few friends like Goldie and Ali.

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

She is usually polite, but keeps people at a distance. She likes to use wit as a form of barrier between her and others, though she is never extremely rude.

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Hercules has shown her the way, that love isn’t a weakness, that it’s worth fighting for. Her rather difficult upbringing was devoid of love, but her life didn’t have to be. She lives in Fabletown knowing that open your heart can sometimes lead to something better and greater than she has anticipated -- and they have shown her the kind of worships she’s after.

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

Herself -- she might sound conceited, but that’s just how she operates. She tries to remember her self-worth, especially around Holden/Hades. 

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

If she’d have to name her best friend, then it would be Ali. They’re both in the same position on opposites sides, share a connection that his unrivaled and reminds Megara of her friends back home. She respects and trusts him and while she does have a handful of friends, it is Ali she returns to every time.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

Not at the moment, no. Ever since her arrival in Fabletown she’s been distant, also due to her involvement with Holden. She fears Hercules will get too close and will get them both into loads of trouble. Megara works on a solution, however -- on returning to love and its beauty. One day, definitely.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

Lysander, a soldier who made the wrong choices, whose debt and moral compass were out of balance, causing him to make a deal with the devil, in that case Holden Kasabian, or Hades as he knew him. She loved Lysander more than she loved herself, so Megara sold her soul to Hades to protect him from a life in the Underworld as a condemned soul. Lysander moved on and she was forever trapped in a gilded cage. The end.

What do you look for in a potential lover?

Strength, independence, prestige, humor and someone who is unapologetic about who he is.

How close are you to your family?

Not close at all and even if she wanted to; they’re probably dead.

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

She has not and yes, she wants to start her own family and give them the love they deserve unlike her own treatment from her own parents.

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

If she can’t help herself, she’ll either ask Ali or the one who is most suited for the job.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

Not anymore. It used to be Hercules, but since she wants to steer clear of them she’s unsure if they’d be a good fit for that role. Clearly they are, but on a personal level they aren’t. Protection leads to love.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

Probably Holden, no doubt.

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Holden Kasabian. The way he has no remorse and how he wants to be powerful, how he uses her as a pawn.

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

Arguing in one of Megara’s specialties. She’s not actively after conflict, but to get your point across a little bit of arguing is definitely worth it. 

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

She’s not as social as one would expect. Though she could potentially take on the leadership role if needed.

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

no -- trust issues.

Do you care what others think of you?

Mostly yes, but she knows some people have their mind set on one specific image of her.

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

Megara is fond of going out, have a few drinks, go shopping, she also likes gambling and theater. She loves to be around her friends and likes to change the way her own story is written out for her -- and make it her own.

What is your most treasured possession?

A ring she once got from Lysander before he left. She doesn’t really cherish the ring, but it’s something that reminds her of how important self-love is, above everything else.

What is your favorite color?

Purple and teal!

What is your favorite food?

Burger and grapes. Also ice cream.

What, if anything, do you like to read?

She likes to read psychology journals and non-fiction books in general. She does like a few fictional novels, like The Hunger Games, but she rarely has time to read.

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

A glass of good quality wine, a handful of her closest friends, shit-talking about Holden. A bit of dancing at the end of the day, maybe a movie -- preferably a drama.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

She doesn’t smoke, but she drinks occasionally, whenever she wants to. Megara drinks, because it relaxes her and is generally something she has never stopped doing because it’s not frowned upon and is socially obligatory.

How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

If she’s with Holden, then it’s mostly helping Holden in whatever he needs and as long as she wants to -- if not she at least TRIES to protect. If she has the way off she’ll either be alone in her little apartment or out running her own little deals and causes mischief.

What makes you laugh?

Dry humor and Schadenfreude, mostly.

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

People not appreciating her, others taking her for granted and not realizing the sacrifices she’s made -- here’s lookin’ at you, Lysander.

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

Either play a video game, exercise or watch a documentary about history.

How do you deal with stress?

She handles stress fairly well. If one deals with Gods she sure as hell can deal with a bit of stress every now and then. She compensates the troubles with a bit more “me-time” on the next day.

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

She’d rather plan ahead, but that’s not always achievable.

What are your pet peeves?

people spitting on the floor, seemingly “flawless” individuals, men in positions of great power.

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

Megara wakes up at 6:30 AM, showers, puts on make up and a dress and eats breakfast. She brushes her teeth and leaves the house at around 7:30 AM to accompany Holden to wherever he wants to go. If desired she stops at a café and grabs some coffee and something to eat. The time she works each day varies greatly on what Holden has in mind, but after she’s done working she’ll cook something, clean, go grocery shopping and then get out again to further her own goals. She can survive on relatively low sleep, but on the weekends she prefers to sleep a lot longer (~10 hours). She usually doesn’t expect to have a routine. Each day is already expected to be different.

What is your greatest strength as a person?

Perseverance. Empathy.

What is your greatest weakness?

Love and pessimism,

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

She’s like to be less isolated sometimes, more open-minded. Not everyone who crosses paths with her is trying to destroy her.

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

introverted

Are you generally organized or messy?

organized

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

good: acting, snarky remarks, leaving an impression bad: decipher her own emotions, underestimates others sometimes, she tends to be headstrong and therefore has a hard time accepting someone else’s opinion but her own.

Do you like yourself?

Most of the time, yes.

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Be free again. Be happy

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Hopefully free of the agreement and somewhere warm and safe.

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

In the arms of the one she loves.

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

Try and sabotage Holden, spend all her money on helping out Al and Hercules and lastly confess her love to Hercules once again.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

She wants to be remembered as the woman who fought against the odds and prevailed.

What three words best describe your personality?

bold, flirty, determined.

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

witty, brave, seductive.

#poison:intro #these are not exactly 100 questions #I deleted 3 or 4 #but #.>

[beavforts]

"𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔦 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦'𝔪 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔦 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔦 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔱. 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔦'𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥. 𝔦 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢. 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱. 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔪𝔢. 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔵 𝔰𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱.. 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢. 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰? 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔭𝔦𝔡. 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦'𝔪 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔥𝔬𝔩 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱. 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔦'𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔢. 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔢"

So what did happen after happily ever after? 

To put it simply everything changed. The man formerly known as “the Beast” started with his name and I guess with good reason too. In Fabletown he’s known as Cain Jonah Beaufort and if you were curious as to why, look no further.

( 𝓒𝓪𝓲𝓷.  a Hebrew name meaning spear or possessed. Both of which he felt described himself when he moved to Fabletown. Specifically he felt as dangerous as a spear, but not quite himself - as if he were possessed. Once he lost Belle he felt that he lost everything including his sense of self. There are moments in the day that he doesn’t even recognize himself or feels that he’s in some dream watching someone move his hands and his legs.

( 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓱. a Hebrew name meaning dove. There is a lot of irony as the last thing he feels is peace and is under no impression that he brings peace to those around him. The meaning he was more interested in was the sailor’s nickname for bad luck. Of course it went both ways. He felt that there was some bad luck on his part that he had to move and watch his life change, but a smaller part wonders if it’s less about the circumstance and more about him or that he deserves it for everything he’s done.

( 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽. a French surname meaning “beautiful” and “strong place, fortress”. This was the one piece of himself that he kept from the Homeland and was possibly the only thing he was proud of or felt that he emulated. He felt that his physical appearance was the one thing he had for his advantage in Fabletown. The second part was more of a reminder that he once was strong like a fortress and wants to get back to his own self or at least the version of himself he was when he was with Belle.

I know you’re thinking. “but that doesn’t sooooooound like the Beast.” Listen it all checks out. Here’s his birthday and character traits and you can compare for yourself.

Cain and The Beast share the same birthday of October 31, 1981 making him 37 years old and a 𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓲𝓸. His sun sign isn’t surprising to anyone. While he can be 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 and 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈, he has an easier time fitting the negative stereotypes of scorpios. He’s more known to be 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓭, and 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵 above all else. 

Yeah, it’s no wonder he’s been harboring so much anger and negative energy since Belle left. Just how much did our prince fall? Well since you asked..

Heading Gaston’s words, he vowed that if he were going to be painted as a beast, then he was going to show them a 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽. In Fabletown he didn’t hesitate to align himself with the 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 and fit in quite easily. To everyone’s surprise, he got a job working at 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 as a 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 by night and a 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓵 by day. Having never worked a day in his life, it was even stranger to hear that he hasn’t quit yet. The reason he’s kept these jobs is simple. It’s a consistent source of validation that his ego especially needs and although he would never admit it, it’s nice to feel wanted. Having people’s eyes on him at Wonderland is a different feeling than it was in the Homeland. Back there he was only seen as a monster that held a woman in his castle against her own will. Here, in Fabletown, he almost feels appreciated... even if both parties are under the influence of alcohol and other drugs.

I know, how sad! Don’t you worry, young one. He’s more motivated than ever. Just look for yourself.

As silly as it sounds, he main motivation is to win Belle back because he thinks that is the solution to all his problems. With his logic, that would make everything go back to the way it was before they moved to Fabletown. Which was possibly the only time he recalls being truly happy 

Once he realizes that isn’t the answer, it’ll change to focus on proving himself to anyone that will listen and also himself. He currently doesn’t think he’s capable of much else right now and at some point he’ll hopefully prove himself wrong by getting out of his current mindset and pushing himself outside of his comfort zone.

All of his current motivations are centered around regaining control over his life and getting his self esteem back. It’s less about the nostalgia and more about feeling of being untouchable again. Which is what he intends to do. 

What? Did I forget something? Oh you want the tea. My God, Cain was right you are needy, but very well. Sip away.

Eventually (when he gets past this hurt phase and drug abuse) he’ll realize that he can be the person he wants to be without Belle or anyone really. Finding his autonomy would be the first step in his “recovery” which would ideally lessen his drug usage as well and maybe he wouldn’t overcompensate at the gym anymore either. It’s amazing what the fear of getting a beer gut will do to someone.

He would also find another outlet for his aggression (probably not something creative like art, but we’ll see if that’s actually his style) and once that inner peace is restored it would help him switch sides since he would cease to do things out of spite.

He’ll realize his mistakes and (finally) grow as a person. Even though the original version of him that he wants to go back to was somewhat of an achillean, the final stage of his “recovery” would be to recognize he isn’t invincible and be able to sit with that thought. It’s a dark rabbit hole Cain doesn’t quite let himself go down yet

To avoid getting hurt his general relationships (if any) at the moment are quite superficial and even then he’s still pretty distant. Part of that is because he’s afraid of what other people will see when he lets them in and the other part is that they’ll leave him as a result. He’d never admit it but he secretly wants someone to love him and accept him as is.

All in all, he’s generally an asshole to most people he encounters to drive them away so they don’t even have a chance to get to know him before leaving. This also benefits him as it’s his way of making everyone as miserable as he feels thinking it will help fill the void he feels (which it does not)

I hope that satisfied your needs, but since I’m feeling generous today I’ve included his interview post Exodus. Enjoy!

INTERVIEW WITH CAIN AKA THE BEAST.

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕩𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕤?

Cain shrugs. It was the first time he’s really given the question much thought. “It was leave or die. So I guess it was an inconvenience more than anything,” he responds after a moment. Comparing his life in Fabletown with his old one doesn’t do him much good. He can see the similarities especially with the isolation and for a moment he wonders if anything’s really changed since he left. “How am I supposed to feel about it? Excited? Scared? Fables were disappearing so I wasn’t planning on staying there.”

𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕕𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟? 𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕?

“No. It was pretty similar,” he replies without entertaining other thoughts. His answer wasn’t a lie either. He believes he acts pretty much the same in both worlds. “The only thing that changed was my employment which I thought I’d never do.” It’s the second part of the question that makes him hesitate. A flood of memories suddenly wash over him to remind him of a simpler time, one when he thought he was genuinely happy, and had everything he ever wanted. Then as quickly as it came, he forces himself to come back to reality and a lie immediately escapes his lips, “no. I don’t miss it.”

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕠𝕣𝕜?

It suddenly felt as if Cain were in Fabletown for the first time again. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t quite remember the name of any place - or perhaps he just never paid attention. It felt that he fell into the same routine of going to work, getting drunk or high, going home, and repeating. After a while a name comes to mind and he lets out a chuckle in the irony. “I hate to admit it, but it’s probably Gaston’s Tavern. There’s not a lot going on in his head, but he knows how to make a proper drink.”

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔? 𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕, 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

Much to his dismay, he’s engulfed in more memories.This time he’s forced to remember turning away the fairy that ended up changing his life. He can feel his anger sink into his stomach and his fist clench momentarily. He releases the pressure as he considers the question what if I had let her stay? A small part of him believes nothing would have happened, but another part knew she sought him out and would have casted her spell on him anyway. After taking a deep breath, he answers the question that was actually asked. “Magic should be heavily regulated. On the other hand, unsolicited magic should be banned. If we can have laws on consent, it should apply to magic as well.”

𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕕 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕠𝕕?

“Who?” He immediately asks. He was never good with names or so he wants people to believe. Of course he remembered her. After a brief pause, he continues speaking,”if she’s careless enough to wander through the woods by herself without even glancing around to see what’s there, she’s careless enough to get murdered.” To his surprise he remembered her story better than he thought or at least remembered the version he rewrote for himself. “Anyone really could have done it. She didn’t seem all that bright or attentive. It was almost like she asked for it.”

#was i gonna do an actual graphic for the intro? yes #but this pic is literally cain in a pic sooooo #also cain you happy with yourself for that monologue that no one asked for #hi this is my self destructive son #poison:intro #( in my city i'm a young god | about.

[ali-riffraff-blog]

Hello everyone! I’m Beka/Bec and this is Ali aka Al aka Aladdin. I’m 25 and I’m from the future (GMT+11). If you have any plot ideas please hit me up! Also hit me up with your cute puppy pictures because i’m trash for dogs. Cats are fair game too. More about Ali under the read more!

NAME:

Ali (Al) Abdelmalek. Al’s reasoning behind picking his surname is a little cheeky on his end. In Arabic, Abdelmalek translates to servant of the king. Aladdin’s ancestors were previously servants at the royal palace, that is until his great grandfather began to have sticky fingers with some of the sultan’s goldware. It’s a bit of a cheeky nod to those who have oppressed him in the past and continue to do so. It’s kind of his way of claiming the title for himself.

BIRTHDAY & AGE: January 20th. 26 years old.

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: Male. He/him.

FACE CLAIM: Taylor Zakhar

HEIGHT: 5′3

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

Adaptable: For the most part, Al is merely coping as well as he can with the Exodus. He has always had the special ability to adapt with change and make it out unscathed… for the most part. He found a job at the first chance he got, knowing that going ‘legit’ is the best way to cope in this new world. He also wants to avoid reverting back to his old ways if he can certainly help it. He’s hoping it won’t need to be a long term solution, but only God knows how long it’ll be before he feels as though he is firmly on his own two feet.

Consummate liar: Is a white lie really a lie? Or is it so very bad if you lie in order to protect the ones who you love? The age old debate of toeing the line of morality with the veil of protection to hide behind. He hasn’t made it a fatal habit just yet, but his skills in lying have certainly upped their game over the years. While Al has never lied with devious intentions, he has certainly embellished the truth somewhat when he’s been embarrassed about some aspect of his life.

Pragmatic: While Al often acts on impulse, at his very core he is a pragmatist. He doesn’t allow himself to wander too far into ideals and what might be, when he knows that the higher you get your hopes up, the harder it is to fall back into reality. The reason why he is able to so successfully act on his impulses is from his ability to learn from his past experiences. While Al has a heart of gold, this doesn’t mean that he is entirely morally clean. He’s had to get both his hands (and his feet) a little dirty in the past. A boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do to survive, right?

Gullible: It’s not always a bad thing, trying to see the best in people, but for Al it’s also led to his own fair share of heartache. Because of his kind nature towards others, it’s often easy to pull the wool over his eyes. These days he’s become a little better at picking the bad sheep, although he does occasionally suffer a lapse in judgement.

Undyingly loyal: Whilst Al has definitely learned that the first rule of basic survival is to be first loyal to yourself, his big hearted nature automatically causes him to be predisposed to caring for others. If you’ve earned his loyalty in some way, he’s bound to stick by you through thick and thin. That having been said, Al doesn’t give away his loyalty easily.

Insecure: After years of being told that you’re not good enough, it’s hard to not let some of that filter through. He certainly has the capacity to be confident in himself and that’s usually when he has the right support network around him. Currently Al is quite insecure as he’s not entirely content with the ways things are going. At least when he was a thief on the streets of Agrabah it was all on his terms. Here in Fabletown, it’s taken him a while to get used to the way things are run. These first few months have been the hardest, with Al drawing back from making new connections a lot more than he did in the homeland. Much of this is due to the fact that he’s now almost constantly busy and on his toes working, a rather well welcomed distraction if he’s honest.

Guile: Al knows how to manipulate a bad situation to make it the very best that he is able to. Sometimes his methods can err on the side of manipulation but he will usually try and avoid as much collateral damage as possible. If there is any collateral then he is usually very very sorry about it. He’ll only use his guile methods when absolutely necessary, and in situations when he’s got to think quick on his toes.

IN CHARACTER INTERVIEW

Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

Al sighed, now more than ever he felt it hard to talk about home. There had been a time when he would have given anything to escape what he had once called his own personal prison, then things had changed and he would give anything to have it back now that it was gone for good. The fates could be awfully cruel, something he ought to be used to by now.

“More than anything,” he finally said. He let a slow breath escape his lips, a gentlewhoosh of a sound that seemed at odds with the emotions pulling and clawing at his chest. It felt heavy, his chest, and broken in a way that caused him to take an extra moment to recompose himself. A hand went to his jaw, his fingers scratched by the stubble that was usually vacant. There were so many things about him that were different now, he wondered if the people of Agrabah would even recognise him anymore.

“I’ve lost more than just a physical place. I’ve lost a state of mind, people…” He was silent for a moment, a far off look flitting in his eyes, “Yeah, especially the people,” he finished, his voice soft from the thought of Jasmine.

Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

Nowhere? Al thought to himself. Be positive.

Instead of running with his initial thoughts, Al scoffed at the question, a slow smile pulling at his lips.

“Is that really a question? Obviously the full moon diner! I have one word for ya,” Al frowned in thought as he leant forward in his seat, “No sorry three, fried-chicken waffles.” He ticked off each work with an extended finger. “You really have not lived until you’ve tried them.” He let out a happy sigh. It was a dish that had been entirely new to the Agrabah native, a simple but masterful concoction of flavours that he himself would have never dreamed of. “It’s the perfect balance of sweet and savoury, and if you’re feeling especially adventurous drizzle some melted chocolate on top and Omar’s your uncle!” He finished with a content clap of his hands.

Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood? Please also indicate here if you would like for your character to potentially be the killer and, if so, what their motive would be?

He allowed a sun tanned hand to run through his already tousled locks. A coping strategy he’d always fallen upon when he was nervous or unsure. He wasn’t guilty. Al shrugged in what he hoped came across as off handed.

“Could’ve been anyone. Honestly? I’m just still getting over the shock that we can, you know, die.” Who else hadn’t made it? Was this a one off event, or were there others too? Would there only be more? All these questions had been rolling as if a tape on repeat through his mind since the body had been found.  What more was there that they didn’t know? That they weren’t telling them? He wouldn’t share all he knew, not until they did them the same honor.

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[goldxlocked]

WRITTEN BY 

Stacey, 18+, EST, she/her

NAME, EXPLAINED

After the Exodus, Goldilocks chose the name Marigold Locke for the sake of conformity in Fabletown and to separate herself from her past. She wanted to find an identity for herself beyond her fable. When introducing herself to new people, she may use the name Marigold, but many still refer to her as Goldilocks or some shorter variation. She’ll answer to almost anything. 

VILLAIN, EXPLAINED

Goldilocks believes that all people obtain their wealth and power through corrupt or morally “wrong” means, and thus doesn’t feel guilty for stealing from such people. Her primary targets are those who strut the streets with suits and diamonds, and she isn’t afraid to get close to them to take what she can. She takes only what she believes won’t be missed, but sometimes her greed impairs this decision making. She would never steal from those less fortunate than herself, as she feels that the struggling class must support each other to survive. This tendency for empathy has always been her Achilles heel in her villainous reputation, as it prevents her from willingly and purposely causing great physical harm or emotional distress to others.

BIRTHDAY & AGE

Goldilocks is 25 years old. She was born on June 23rd under the sun of Gemini and the moon of Pisces. 

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS

Goldilocks is a cis female and uses she/her pronouns. 

OCCUPATION, EXPLAINED

Following a successfully unsuccessful attempt to scam money from the Four Jacks Casino, Goldilocks accepted a job as a Dealer to pay for her crimes solely to ensure that the Huntsman remained uninvolved. The desperate and reckless atmosphere of the business is what first enticed her and has since allowed her to take a liking to her new workplace. It’s too easy to pick a pocket or talk a tip out of a winner, drunk off their luck. Despite her own nature of swindling, she refuses to allow others to do the same to her. She calls cheating as she sees it, which has caused some animosity between her and her fellow tricksters.

It’s in the woman’s nature to take what she wants when she wants it. Being caught by Oogie Boogie taught her only that she had to be smarter with her methods. The other con artists and thieves laugh at her tendency to be caught in the act, roll their eyes when they hear that she’s gone civil and gotten a real job, and the mockery has made her determined to prove them wrong. She’s planning the ultimate heist against the Four Jacks and working there has only granted her the proper time to wait for the perfect moment to execute her plans.

MOTIVATION & HISTORY

Goldilocks has very few genuine things that motivate her, which is one reason she often makes such poor decisions. She is primarily motivated by greed, lust, and revenge.

I imagine that her family in the fable was very traditional and the town they lived in had a generally lower status of wealth. From a young age, she was fascinated with shiny things because of the rarity of even seeing such things, let alone holding them in her own two hands. From a young age, she began stealing. She would take anything she wanted and even the things she didn’t just to prevent others from having it.

Her family was bitter about their lack of finances and talked poorly about the upper class, which sprouted Goldilocks’ resentment towards the wealthy. As much as she disliked the people, however, she still wanted to experience their luxuries, believing that if a poor girl like herself experienced such things then it would spoil those things for the rich. She began getting involved with older men and women who would buy her things in exchange for her company. It began purely for the financial benefits, but she quite enjoyed it regardless, which is why she didn’t stop when her parents threatened to kick her out. The fact that none of her lovers would let her stay the night with them afterwards was quite unexpected, though. Since then, she prefers to make her own money, so she doesn’t have to depend on anyone else, and sex is back to being purely fun and games.

In her small hometown, she was raised under the impression that everyone helps everyone. When you have more than you need, you help someone who has less. For this reason, she is incredibly angered by selfish people, specifically those who will not help her in a time of need. (This is honestly probably an issue of misdirected anger or something because she couldn’t get revenge on the people who let her down before, so she’s sure as hell going to get revenge on anyone who lets her down again.) Her mindset is very much “why wait for karma when I can just do the dirty work myself?”.

PERSONALITY

( - ) Foul-Mouthed. ( - ) Manipulative. ( - ) Adrenaline-Junkie. ( - ) Dramatic. ( + ) Adaptable. ( + ) Inconspicuous. ( + ) Empathetic. ( + ) Hopeful.

RESIDENCY

Castle of Dreams

POTENTIAL PLOTS

Wanted plots and connections post coming soon!

IN CHARACTER INTERVIEW:

QUESTION ONE

How do you feel about the Exodus?

Goldilocks shifted in her seat and crossed her legs one over another. She folded her hands over knees, then moved them back to her lap and fiddled with her thumb. A thoughtful expression spread across her porcelain features, her eyes flickering from one interviewer to the other as she pondered the answer they wanted to hear. If the interview had taken place before Red Riding Hood’s murder rather than after, she wouldn’t have hesitated to say that she was grateful. The Exodus was an escape from a world deteriorating with unhappiness and mundanity. The single comforting thing about the Homeworld had been the safety granted by a world of magic, though as most things in life, the security wasn’t appreciated until it was gone. The unsolved murder forced the woman to realize that there were villains in this new world far worse than herself, and her occupation gave too many people too many reasons to dislike her. “Pass.”

QUESTION TWO

Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

Goldilocks snorted. “You’re making it sound like I was living the high life in a fucking castle or something back in the Homeworld,” she accused. Figuring the toughest question was out of the way with the first round, she began to relax in her chair by shifting once again to fold the opposite leg under her bum. She pursed her lips as she moved, then shrugged when she settled. “Do I miss having to lie and steal to survive? No chance in hell,” she answered plainly. A grin tugged on the corners of her lips. “Now I can lie and steal for fun again.”

QUESTION THREE

Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

“Surprisingly, I don’t hate my job at the Casino. Pick up extra shifts when I can and everything. It’s annoying when Oogie Boogie comes around but,” she finished her sentence by rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “If we’re talking food though, then the Full Moon Diner doesn’t have any competition. Best pancakes around.”

QUESTION FOUR

How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

“Considering I don’t have magic, I don’t really think it’s my place to say. Do you?” She quirked a blonde brow at the interviewers. Despite this initial rhetoric, she gifted her opinion. “I will say that they’d have a hell of a time trying to regulate it. It’s sneaky shit, especially when most of the people with magic are the people in power. Like Grimhilde and Hades? No one’s ever bringing them down,” she shook her head. Despite the apparent bitterness in her tone, her expression softened afterwards. “It’s kind of nice to know that the magic’s there when you need it though, if you can cough up the coin for it. I guess I don’t really care either way.”

#poison:intro #( she was a puzzle but god help anyone who mistook her for a game | inspo )

[wndybird]

laughter pokes its way across misted eyes, dabbling cheeks with flecks of light. this child, the universe clutched in her palms, refusing to shed a thing.

MEET WENDY darling DARWIN.

OOC.

AUTHOR: ren, 20, est, she / they. CONTACT: my discord is ren 🎃✨#6401, pm me if you want my telegram or kik !!

BASIC.

NAME: wendy darwin

EXPLANATION:

wendy’s decision to cling to her true name was deliberate as an act to reclaim her sense of self , and to exercise some control over her life after the exodus took part of that from her. there’s also the added fact that it’s so much easier than trying to go by another name, which seems like a ridiculous amount of trouble to go through.

darwin was chosen out of ease , as well , being two letters off from her true surname and sounding fairly similar. behind the scenes , i chose it since its meaning is “ dear friend ” and i believed that would reference the supposed origin of wendy’s name well.

NICKNAMES: wen, wendybird, bird, little bird. ( i will sometimes call her wendigo, wendini, and wingdings. ) GENDER: cisfemale SEXUALITY: panromantic pansexual

OCCUPATION:

wendy is a full time student at the fable community college , and also works as a cashier at the local bookshop. she may sometimes take up the occasional odd job as a babysitter , a proofreader for other students , or even a tutor if she’s incredibly strapped for cash , but these are small side things that she only turns to when the going gets really tough.

she left her major as undeclared originally , as she wanted to be able to experience various differing courses , but has recently changed it so that she’s majoring in creative writing and minoring in journalism.

AGE: twenty BIRTH DATE: july 7th ZODIAC: cancer sun, sagittarius moon SECRET LANGUAGE: day , week , month , season , way , & personal path CELTIC ZODIAC: oak ( tree ) , wren ( animal ) BIRTHDAY TAROT: temperance , the hierophant

MAGIC:

wendy is not a magic user , though she will always quietly find herself envious of those who are. it’s possible that her curiosity and desire to be closer to the arcane may lead her into trying to practice , but that remains to be seen. otherwise she tries to function on the belief that magic is not just defined by the arcane , but little , every day things. like your headphones not tangling in your pocket , or your schedule lining up perfectly for the day , things of that nature.

PHYSICAL.

FACECLAIM: kristine froseth HEIGHT: 5’ WEIGHT: 126 lbs HAIR COLOR & STYLE: honey brown , long , wavy. usually kept down , sometimes half up , in a bun , braid , or ponytail. will occasionally do cute things like space buns , braided crowns , etc. EYE COLOR: blueee DOMINANT HAND: left DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: freckles , longass eyelashes , a birthmark on her right thigh , generally looking like a baby deer smh SCARS: she has a few very old , very faded scars across her feet and ankles from running about barefoot on neverland , but you probably wouldn’t notice them unless you were looking for them. PIERCINGS: earlobes TATTOOS: none yet

PERSONALITY.

MBTI: esfj KEIRSEY: guardian — provider ENNEAGRAM: type 2w3 

 ALIGNMENT & MORALS:

her heart is soft , but it is just. her alignment is lawful good , and she tries to operate on a set of clear , concise morals. her involvement with certain individuals may muddle this , at times , but her conscious is painfully loud and she will always be a voice of reason and a champion of what is right. her crux is that she is sometimes prone to bending too easily , as she still clings to her belief that no one can be all bad.

TRAITS:

( + ) optimistic , intelligent , honest , empathetic , brave , adventurous , friendly

( - ) idealistic , stubborn , nosy , susceptible , perfectionist , insecure , anxious

CONNECTIONS.

MOTHER: mary darling ( status: ??? ) FATHER: george darling ( status: ??? ) SIBLINGS: john darling ( status: alive. ) , michael darling ( status: deceased. ) PETS: eventually a dog in place of that abandoned wolf pup , maybe SIGNIFICANT OTHER: it’s complicated.

hello i LOVE to plot please come plot with me !!! i’ll have a legitimate connections page made soon i promise

IN CHARACTER INTERVIEW.

QUESTION TWO:

Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

Her heart twists until it aches, settling somewhere in her throat, and the soreness she feels there is terrible. She misses the Homeworld like you would not believe, yearns to return back to what she’s known up until recently, but she knows she must make the best of her situation. Wendy is nothing if not hopeful, and this is what keeps her afloat, even on the days when all she can do is sit at home, squinting into the distance, as she recalls her life before the Exodus. She smooths her skirt with trembling hands, the pleated navy fabric rustling silently, and straightens her back. She shouldn’t slouch. She knows better.

“I think the adjustment must have been difficult for everyone, myself included.” Wendy is not one to overlook the trials and tribulations of others, even as she herself struggles with the day-by-day of this new world. “Of course I miss the Homeworld, I miss it like the stars must miss the moon when the sun rises, I—I think it would not have been so hard, coming here, if I’d not felt as though I was leaving so much behind. But I’m sure the same can be said for most anyone in our… situation.” She doesn’t mention the nights that seemed to sprawl on, where she’d not slept for days, instead choosing to cry, or the days when her chest felt so hollow she was almost convinced she’d need to pick apart her ribs in order to find out whether or not she still possessed her heart.

A loose curl brushes her jawline, and she brushes it away, tucking it ever so gently behind her ear. “I’m still adjusting. It’s not been an easy task, by any means, but I believe part of our responsibility now is to remain adaptable. Besides that, it would be unfair to say that the change has been entirely terrible. We’ve been granted new opportunities, the ability to meet new people, there are so many new things to see and do.” It’s easier to treat this like something of an adventure, than to see it as a never-ending eternity. How familiar.

“I suppose, most of all, it’s important to stay hopeful.”

QUESTION THREE:

Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

The question is no sooner posed, and Wendy is smiling to herself, images of her loft conjured up within her imagination. It is certainly not the house in Bloomsbury, but it is her own, and she has made it as such. The walls are white, and would be considered bland, were they not adorned with pictures and artwork, string lights that cast the den in warm light. The couch is a mess of throw pillows and a particularly soft fleece throw, coffee table crowded with textbooks, notebooks, book-books, and the occasional succulent; everything is somewhat disorganized, but in the most organized way possible. Knick knacks line the shelves in her bedroom, tiny little things she’s picked up here and there, and none of them need a particular meaning in order to belong. Today, the apartment smells like chamomile tea and cinnamon, warm and cozy, safe and secure, like a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“My home, of course.” Her voice is filled with the sort of pride you’d hear a mother speak about her children’s accomplishments with, because truly, the home she has created for herself here in Fabletown is a safe haven, her own little alcove of personal magic. She may not be someone in tune with the arcane, but she can create her own version of magic, whether it be in how she interacts with others, or things she chooses to do for herself. Buying a new candle to soothe her nerves? Certainly. “It’s small, but I’d like to believe it’s welcoming. Filled with love, if you will, and I find that to be rather important.”

QUESTION FOUR:

How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

Her eyes are aglow with enthusiasm at the mention of magic—such a wondrous little word that is, blanketing her heart in childhood nostalgia and the need to believe—but behind that lies a certain amount of trepidation. She has seen the danger that comes with placing unrestricted power in the hands of those who operate on their own rules, how magic can be used not only for wonder and creation, but for destruction and greed. If you would look hard enough, beneath the many layers of wonder and hesitancy, you would notice something else: the barest flicker of envy. Wendy is not one to become so often plagued by jealousy that she grows into something bitter and mean, but sometimes even she is not free of those resentful pangs. She has only ever been able to taste magic at the grace of another, and though she’s grateful for even a taste, it would be nice to be able to harness it for her own. If only for a day, even.

Her hands are clasped neatly in her lap, one thumb running over the other in time with her breathing. “I believe,” She begins, and then pauses, as though she must regather her thoughts. “I believe magic is an extraordinary thing.” Another pause, as the lush forests of Neverland appear behind her eyelids when she blinks, the tang of magic in the air, the sparkling lagoon, the mermaids—it shifts, and then something is very wrong. Grinning skulls peek through gilled skin, flashing sharp teeth and cavernous eye sockets that consume her like the void. It is enough to startle her back into shaken silence for a few long minutes, the ticking of the clock hanging on the far wall feeling awfully familiar as it tracks her silence.

“And as with all extraordinary things, there is the ever-present risk that someone will come along and ruin it, so to speak. Magic is a gift that some may be far too comfortable taking advantage of, for the wrong reasons.” Her words seem to be spoken with a sense of mourning underlying them, and the downward turn of her lips belies regret. Truly, she believes in the goodness of others, but logically she understands that without rules set in place, it would give too much allowance for evil to run wild. “If we lived in an ideal world, I would find no issue with letting magic flow freely, but in this case regulation is the safest choice.”

QUESTION FIVE:

Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood?

Minutes pass in silence as she glances around the room, as if the walls will afford her some secret knowledge, some right answer, as if one were to exist. Wendy has tried not to let her thoughts linger for far too long on what’s happened to Little Red Riding Hood, as if her denial would undo whatever had been done to the woman. Out of sight, out of mind, isn’t something that seems to exist, in this case. Teeth sink into her lower lip, and she chews although she knows better, nipping at glossy skin that will turn sore if she keeps it up.

“I don’t know. It’s not a satisfactory answer, I do know that much, but.. this isn’t something I’ve wanted to devote much time to. I don’t want to think about what happened to her, or worse yet, who could’ve done it—this is a terrible situation.” Violence has been present in her life far too often as of late, and her skin is littered with goosebumps now at the consideration that there may be a possibility that someone she knows could be a cause, or a suspect, at the least. Wendy places that thought within a box, seals it off, and places that into another box, on and on it goes, until the intrusive idea is locked away for the time being. Her eyes are apologetic, soft, tinged with fright. “But I hope justice is served, for her sake.”

PLAYLIST.

coming soon..

#poison:intro #i hope i covered all my bases here fgjfjks #— the storyteller & the story told. | ABOUT. ) +.*

[taleinterrupted]

Circling the pain inside my soul, I reached inside your silence to steal what you won't show I tried to find the answers in my fears, but what was found is lost again as soon as it appeared.  

INTRODUCING HERCULES LASKARIS

THE NAME

HERCULES—I don’t think Hercules would like to change their name at all. It’s probably the one thing that they could keep since the Exodus. Their fame, their freedom, their love? All gone. But their name? It still remains the same. A constant reminder of who they were, who they are, and who they’ll be again.

LASKARIS—I found this surname had several meanings, however the one that most sites came down to was “kind of soldier.” Personally, I think it fits Hercules not only in Fabletown but back in the Homeland as well. They weren’t just a demigod, a hero—back then. They were a soldier after all. One that fought for others, to protect the people, those they cared about and loved.

BIRTHDAY, AGE & SIGNS

August 1st, 27 years old. 

LEO SUN: Leo is the Fixed Fire sign of the Zodiac. Its symbolic qualities are described by the physical influence of the Sun. Leos Within the Heart of Darkness, a curious beast stirs. When failing to operate from the highest ideals and motivations, Leos can become ruthless despots and manic “drama queens”. When they are not secure in who they are they become enraged with the idea that they are not receiving their rightful due. can be gifted with outgoing qualities such as radiance, confidence and energy.

CANCER MOON: Cancer moon sign people are the care-takers of the zodiac. They are loyal friends who will take you into their homes for weeks while you work out problems and get back on your feet. They usually have pets they dote upon. They are serious and responsible parents and siblings, often the ones who smooth over family spats and help solve problems. Cancer moon sign people are very sympathetic, and put that into action all the time.

SAGITTARIUS RISING: Those with Sagittarius rising often experience life as a challenge, a quest, or a search for adventure where the prize is the discovery of meaning. When Sagittarius is rising, the need to develop self awareness comes about through expanding one’s horizons – at either physical, mental or spiritual levels.

CELTIC SIGN: HORSE.  In Celtic mythology, the horse is big mojo. It was admired for its beauty, strength, endurance and of course for its role in advancing the entire civilization.

NUMEROLOGY: 2, The Mediator:  Their purpose is to develop love, harmony, balance, cooperation, and diplomacy.

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: 

Non Binary, they/them.

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

+GENEROUS: Hercules is more of a giver than a taker. Always willing to give more of everything they can give to others—Whether is by helping people carry their bags from the store, lend a shoulder to cry on or give a couple of bills to someone that might need it even if they’re short of cash themselves.

+LOYAL:  Once Hercules considers someone a trusted one, or a friends, is hard for them to even begin to think on crossing them. They would rather take the fall themselves than harm or sell anyone that they consider a closed person.

-SELF-SACRIFICING: Hercules is the kind of person to put their hands in the fire to avoid someone else to do it. They would carry everyone’s burdens on their shoulders only if it meant they’d be helping. I wouldn’t be surprised if they jumped head first with no protection into a dangerous situation before thinking on the consequences that would happen to them. Because that’s just who they are.

-STUBBORN: Once a hero, always a hero. Or at least that’s what Hercules still seems to believe. Maybe it’s because of their current situation in the ring, or because that’s always the way they’ve been, but Hercules rarely back downs, not from a situation they’ve set their mind to or from an actual physical fight.

HEADCANONS: 

HEADCANON #1: Hercules isn’t completely aware the man pushing them under his thumb is their own very uncle; while they understand the idea that Holden is pushing a vendetta against them, the previous hero believes it’s because they ruined whatever plan the King of the Underworld had to take over the world/Olympus—Not aware that in fact, they ruined that plan from the moment they were born.

HEADCANON #2: While Hercules’ doesn’t fly away from love or sex, those are something they don’t go out of their way to get. It never was back in Homeworld and it remains the same to this day. Most of the time, it being because they’re focused on something else entirely. When they were younger, they were mostly shunned away because of their odd inhuman strength, then when they found ut they were supposed to be a God, their only purpose was to get to the Olympus, that was until they met Megara, and so there’s only one person that has been the sole owner of Hercules’ heart, both in the Homeworld and Fabletown—Megara. They aren’t afraid to admit it, yet since everything has been so blurred and twisted together, they prefer to give some time for things to settle (if they ever do) but, Hercules doesn’t think they will ever have feelings as strong as the ones they had for her, for anyone else. Nowadays, they’re still too busy trying to get back to the top to focus on someone else, romantically speaking.

HEADCANON #3: Hercules finds the ocean peaceful. It’s almost laughable, they can almost hear their father roaring about why the ocean and not lightening and thunders. In their defense, they’d tell him their peace of mind comes more when the waves are wild and untamed while the rain pours down on it, lightening drawing themselves on the distant sky as the strong sound of thunder roars a few seconds after. They often find themselves sitting on a high point, watching the waves strike against the rocks underneath them, the saltiness of the breeze reaching their nostrils and sticking to their skin. They find that calming, like nothing and no one else in the world matters. It gives them either a moment of peaceful thinking, or just a moment to exist.

HEADCANON #4: It wasn’t odd for someone like Hercules to try at a modeling career. They had the looks and charisma of most of the models, the clothes put on them suiting them perfectly no matter the style they had. However, as easy on the eye they were with their sculpted face and chiseled muscles—Hercules lacked grace. They were never able to properly walk on a catwalk, their posture often seeming stiff as well as their walk. It was almost as if they were made of cardboard and were trying to fight against a current, instead of easily flowing with it. Therefore, that’s what caused their demised in the modeling world as they were fired. They soon learned the high couture world wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

INTERVIEW

1. How do you feel about the Exodus?

“I feel—” Angry, bitter, hurt. “Confused. Like, how did that happen? Why?” For the longest of times Hercules thought it was to be a punishment from the Gods, perhaps they’ve done something wrong and that was their retaliation. Or maybe they hadn’t been happy after all that they had turned them down and the Olympus to stay back in the mortal world with a mortal woman. “Can you imagine having all your life settled only for it to be stripped away and having to create a new one? Right from the start.” For a moment the bitterness and desperation appeared on their tone, but they regained their usually easy-going posture before shrugging. “I was definitely confused, I’m not going to lie about that.” But they would lie on the negative feelings, on how they tried to rack their brains trying to come up with an explanation only to come back empty handed. Hercules knew they had to leave that life behind, but how could they when they had everything they could ask for and more, and now they have nothing but a faded presence and bruised skin.

2. Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

“I miss it.” Hercules easily admitted, but their logic behind their answer was the hardest of pills to swallow. Their fingers intertwined onto the cold table, almost as if to avoid the clenching of their fists as they felt the frustration that came with that question and remembering. They were happy in their Homeworld, they had everything they could ask for: Love, glory, their family—They were truly happy. Not a day went by when they didn’t remember all they had and lost since coming to the new world. “But I made a new life here, it was all I could do.” Even if that new life was nothing compared to what they used to have.

3. Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

It was probably one of the most simple questions that could be asked for them, and prove of that was the easy smile that fell on their lips as they thought on their favorite place. “Oh, it has to be Tiana’s place, definitely. I could and would probably eat anything and everything from the menu, or just stay there passing time.” There was just something about the place that reminded Hercules of home—Not exactly the Homeland, but their parent’s home. The mortal parents. It brought them a sense of familiarity and nostalgia at the same time. Maybe it was the food, or maybe it was the ambient that carried the place, the warmth of the employees or that of the owner herself. Either way, all of it combined always managed to make Hercules feel better.  

4. How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

“Magic.” Hercules hummed in thought. “Listen—I’m not one to be telling people what they can or can’t do, I mean, magic is really helpful isn’t it? It helps other people be able to walk among us without putting us at risk of the--” A pause, they really didn’t like calling the non-Fables the way the Fables called them, it was just odd for them. “Mundanes from discovering us. But…” Trying to align their thoughts on the matter they sat back on the cold steel chair, a bruised hand running over their hair.  A clear of their throat as if the words struggled to come out, even if they weren’t—Hercules wasn’t always the best with words. Megara often mocking them for their ‘eloquence.’ “You know, there’s always a way found to make bad use of it. People always find a way to abuse their power, to profit from it at other’s expenses. So, I don’t know, maybe it should be regulated?” A shrug as if they weren’t sure of their final answer. Old Hercules would be hopeful things could go right, but the Hercules of now knew that no matter if laws were enforced, if people wanted to do bad things they would find a way to do it. That was the reason after all on why they were there in the middle of an interrogation.

5. Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood?

There was a tired sigh at the question. Of course they knew what had happened to her, everyone in Fabletown knew. “Who do I think…”  It made Hercules feel a whirlwind of emotions. Why would someone do that to another person? They shouldn’t be surprised that evil and violence had crawled their way all over to their new world, after all, the biggest evil they knew was their current—Boss. But it still didn’t avoid them from making them feel powerless and helpless. Back then, they were a hero. Or… Used to be. That shouldn’t have happened on their watch, they should’ve saved her. Perhaps, if they were still the hero they were supposed to be forever, then she still would’ve be alive. And maybe it was selfish to think that way, that they could’ve stopped it—But if there was a trait of Hercules that hadn’t changed, and probably never would, what’s exactly that one.

“There are many names that come to mind,” They said in a bit of bitter laugh. Bitterness over the fact there was so much darkness lurking at every corner, all of them tainted with the essence of the people that came to them. “Maybe her boss for one?” It was almost the obvious answer, and they wondered how many people had pointed fingers at the woman. “There’s also…the Four Jacks owner and, that Samira woman. There’s just something about all of them that rub me the wrong way.” They finally said, however as one name wanted to crawl out of their lips, they pushed it back down. No matter how much they wanted to name Holden in case he was actually guilty, that’d mean two things—Either they’d final be free, but at what cost? Holden was after all that was currently giving them everything they had. The mere thought made their stomach twist like it always did when they came back down to the same conclusion.

So they focused back on their answers, they could be wrong—or maybe they could be right, and if that was the case and they were helping even if it was a little bit, they wouldn’t care on the consequences that fell onto them, so as long as there was justice for the woman that had been stripped away of her life.

#poison:intro #❝ wanted love wanted fame got a flick on my face ? ❞ — hercules laskaris #❝ why would you aim so high ? ❞ — data #❝ caught by the pressure of time ? ❞ — headcanon

[ferrousfaearchive]

introducing, morrigan firmin maleficent 

Morrigan; noun; A female goddess of darkness. 

Firmin; From the Latin firminus, meaning “firm”.

dance instructor & loan shark

age 42, august 13th, a Leo

Everything is black and green and purple, like a bruise. You smile, all-teeth, while rage swarms on your tongue. Gnarled thorns, the soft dirt of the freshly decayed, the claustrophobia of the stench of stagnant water. Obsidian glimmer of a dragon's scales, horns that twist like tree branches. Red, red lips and red, red blood pooling in the toes of ballet slippers. Secrets whispered into feathers. You cannot tell a lie, but nothing says you have to tell the truth. By day, a flock of pretty things listen to your every word, and the words are not kind, but fair. By night, even fairness is gone, and you take what you are owed. Like everything else in this town, you see yourself in doubles. You dance on the rooftop of your apartment building and dare your enemies to join you. They can hate you, they can strike you down, but they will never ignore you again.

Once upon a time, she was merely the evil fairy, the last vestige of the iron rules. She danced, and she drank, holding court, and as wild as the nights were, their cruelty was restrained to the strict word of the Fae. And then she became legend, became Maleficent-- They know her cruel smile, now, and the jagged scar on her chest from the Prince’s blade. They judge her for it, label her a villain-- But, Morrigan asks you, did the humans not deserve it? The ones she enslaved were there to kill her, the ones danced to death only wished to see her unclothed in the moonlight. And the King, and Aurora? Humans themselves have done worse in the name of politics. 

She’ll do worse now. 

"Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?"

-- When Morrigan laughs at your question, there is no humor in it. This would be unsettling, but Morrigan is not known for her humor. If anything, her smile is an animal baring its teeth. A warning. Asking about the Homeworlds is a dangerous game on the darker side of Fabletown. The villains aren't hiding anything, but the pain is enough to tear any Fable apart, but the heroes are generally a little nicer about showing it.

"Missing is not the word for it, little one," Morrigan says, her trademark grin wavering at the corners. "At first it seemed almost a blessing. Much better than resigning myself to a future others had set for me, anyway. You have to understand, the Homelands were not kind to the losing side. Death was slated for most us, slavery or maiming for the lucky ones. The idea of a clean slate would tempt any would-be witch. But the reality of it was…" She sighs. "Sometimes I think being dead under those thorns would have been a kinder fate."

"Whatever cruelty the Homeworld possessed, the human world matches it for drudgery. There's no escape here, no way to charm and trick your way to the top, if you aren't born to a certain set of circumstances. This was always true, in some ways, but Fabletown is a bleak existence for anyone not human." Morrigan gestures to her own green skin, and her bare shoulder. You've seen the texts, and the bird that should be perched there. He's nowhere to be found. "Even the Heroes--" And she snarls the world like an unbeliever. "Can't keep theirselves afloat. Not that it's much easier for the humans. We have princess changing the bedding, love. How do you think its been?"

"Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?"

-- For the first time, you find Morrigan's smile to be genuine. "Have you ever found yourself at the Four Jacks?" She leans back in her chair and the curl of her lips is smug in the memory of past indulgences. "Not exactly a slice of heaven, but as close as I'll ever get in Fabletown. The boys there know how to throw a party, and believe me, I've been to a party or  two."

"What's your poison? They'll have it. Well--" Morrigan pauses, considering. "If you're a carnal creature, maybe not. You'd have to hit Wonderland for that; I can at least guarantee the girls are good." She says it like she's speaking a foreign language, a juxtaposition so incongruous it's almost laughable. A fairy of the night and dance, a stranger to sex. But then, she never really followed through on the tempting flow of her body, and suitors were generally found floating in the marshes the next day. "For everything else, you come to the Four Jacks. Look for me; I'll show you a good time. Every drink under the sun, any tasty morsel you could ever crave. I'm not a gambler myself, but it is a casino... "

She laughs, and it's every bit delighted as it is cruel. "For someone in my line of work," Morrigan begins, and you know she isn't talking about the dancing, "that's almost the best part. Sod the restaurants, love, the slot floor is where the real buffet is at. They practically line up to the slaughter, bloated on their own self-importance. No matter how many fall before them, it could never happen to them. I could never happen to them." She pretends to pout at their misfortune at her hands. "They're not very bright, poor dears, but it does make for a rather amusing distraction."

"Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood?"

-- Morrigan lets her eyes go too wide with mocking innocence. "Why, I suppose it was the Big Bad Wolf again, don't you?" The mask doesn't last long until, and it drops off with the dramatic slump of her shoulders. "Honestly, dear, what did you expect? I don't know. The thing about the rough side, love, is that we trust no one, including each other. And if I did know, I certainly wouldn't go around telling people. If you're asking for theories, though…" Her voice trails off as her eyes narrow, and Morrigan's gaze goes right through you for a moment. You remember suddenly that Scarlet worked for Wonderland as a dancer, a role Morrigan would have had no small part in building up. If Morrigan knew who had killed her, there was a non-zero chance there would soon be a second murder in Fabletown. "Part of me hopes it was the Huntsman, but I find him rather useful in his current position. Snow White, then. Maybe our Sheriff didn't have room in his life for more than one little lost girl. Besides, she so badly wants to be one of us-- Perhaps she finally decided how to make it stick."

#poison:intro #{{the evil faerie;;

[milo-james-thatch-blog1]

꧁ Introduction to Milo Thatch  ꧂

THE MUN

Name: Ebony Age: 20 Time zone: EST Pronouns: She/Her

FULL NAME OF CHARACTER

Milo James Thatch

BASIC DETAILS

Milo’s from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and is a non-magic using hero.

BIRTHDAY & AGE

May 30th, 28 years old. Zodiac sign: Gemini

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS

Cis male He/Him

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

1. Inquisitive (+): No mystery goes unsolved, if MIlo can help it.  Ever since he was a little child in his first grade math class, every problem that he was given meant there was a correct answer that he needed to find. Unlike many other students, Milo was a rare soul that loved school who purposely went out of his way to seek out knowledge. There was a thrill in learning something new that seemed to enrapture him like nothing else. At some point, however, school wasn’t teaching enough for his satisfaction. In his own spare time, Milo began to delve into everything from conspiracy theories to unsolved crimes, to one of his prized findings: the Lost Empire of Atlantis. Everything in life is a question to Milo, and he will do everything he possibly can to give an answer.

2. Optimistic (+): Milo was never a popular kid growing up, but that never bothered him. So what if he found joy within the confines of chess club and debate team as opposed to the football team? His hobbies never attracted a lot of friends, but that never slowed Milo down. In his eyes, anybody that took the time out of their day to purposely try and take someone down was merely wasting their time. Always with his chin up, Milo goes through his day expecting to make the best out of anything that may be in his way. Never does he have a chip on his shoulder, for there are simply better and more fulfilling activities to focus on than a grudge on somebody else.

3. Stubborn (-): A strong work ethic is something that Milo has always prided himself in having. However, it often means that if he is stuck on a particularly difficult problem, he won’t stop until he finds an answer. Long all-nighters are frequent in Milo’s life, but it is merely because he doesn’t know how to stop if he doesn’t have an answer. His health is easily sacrificed for the sake of just a little more work. At some point, frustration can get the best of Milo, leading to a severe case of tunnel vision that no longer benefits him in the long run.

4. Oblivious (-): Milo has a bad habit of getting wrapped up in his own thought process, leading him down a path that lacks self-awareness. With his optimistic personality, sometimes he simply cannot read a scenario as well as other people can. In the case of Captain Hook, I can imagine that Milo just doesn’t understand when to give up, and that sometimes a problem can be a lost cause. Especially when it comes to reading social situations, Milo has an easier time deciphering other kinds of problems, compared to the average person.

EXPANDED HEADCANONS

1. To anybody else, one glance at Milo’s bedroom or office would be enough to determine that he is one of the messiest people alive. Through Milo’s eyes, however, everything is exactly where it should be. Despite the fact that there are three gigantic piles of papers on his desk, Milo can find a specific test to be graded because he knows exactly where it’s located in that towering pile. He’s always been meaning to clean up his desk, but why do that when he knows where everything is?

2. Milo has minimal artistic skill that was developed from countless sketches and drawings that litter every single one of his notebooks. This was a skill that he honed specifically during his time at Atlantis. After finding a long lost culture, Milo did his best to draw everything in sight so that Atlantean culture would never be lost again, so long as he was alive.

3. Fashion is not Milo’s strong suit at all. He often dresses slightly out of date, preferring convenience and comfort over high fashion. Especially considering he always enjoyed traveling and does his best to travel in the present, Milo will consistently choose cargo shorts over the latest trends any day.

4. Milo is more accustomed to the heat as opposed to the cold. He thrives in being able to wear just a tank and shorts, but the moment the temperature dips just a little below 60 degrees Fahrenheit, he must put on at least one extra layer to stay comfortable.

5. Milo. Talks. With. His. Hands. And also goes on a million and one tangents. Honestly I expand on this all throughout my interview questions so, lmao. It would be redundant and inefficient to expand on it here.

6. Milo doesn’t know the first thing about being concise. Always, and without meaning to, he will go on a tangent simply because he is so passionate about what he is talking about. He loses track of time during class, and will always talk up until the very end of the class. To the dissatisfaction of his students, it is pretty common for Milo to keep his classes late.

7. You got me trippin’ (ohhh), stumblin’, (ohHH), flippin’ (ohhh), fumblin’ (ohHH), ya that’s right Milo’s clumsy as fuck. Maybe it’s due to some of the shoes that he wears, some a little too big and others a little too small, that he trips over himself almost on a daily basis. He is also constantly dropping spare pens and pencils that he keeps behind his ears and in his pockets.

8. Milo is that guy that has to bring all of his groceries in on ONE trip. No matter how heavy. His arms and hands will be covered in plastic bags for the sake of not having to go back to his car for a second trip.

IN CHARACTER INTERVIEW:

Question 1: How do you feel about the Exodus?

Round, open eyes peered through equally round lenses that had sunk to the tip of Milo’s nose. At the question, Milo’s eyebrows furrowed in thought as he absentmindedly pushed up his glasses, leaving fingerprint smudges at the edges of his frames that would only be noticed hours later.

“Hmm…” Milo’s fingers came to rest at his chin with his elbow perched on his other arm. “It’s an interesting epidemic, to say the least.”

Once the words came to Milo, his brows unfurled and his fingers motioned quickly to coincide with his thoughts. “Hundreds upon thousands of people, going along their day-to-day activities, until one day, out of nowhere, the very ground beneath them begins to crumble! Nobody knew what to do. I mean of course, if it was your first time experiencing something that had never happened to you before, would you be prepared?”

Milo sniffed and rubbed his nose. “At first I thought it was an earthquake, but it never seemed to stop! Everything just...continued to break. At some point, people stopped looking for a reason ‘why’ and instead focused on ‘how to survive.’”

Suddenly, Milo stood up and rummaged through the messy top of his desk. Spare pencils and pens rolled off the edge and bounced on the floor. Ink-blotched papers, dog-eared and wrinkled, rustled as he re-arranged them into an organized mess that only he knew how to decipher. Milo’s glasses had slipped down yet again, but it proved to be no distraction to him as he retrieved a notebook nearly covered in scribbles.

“I’ve been trying to gather information ever since I got here. What the change felt like for other people, how their experience was with the Exodus…” Milo flipped furiously through pages, every so often allowing his thumb to brush the tip of his tongue before turning a page. “...and yet nothing seems to add up. A natural disaster, perhaps? The patterns are far too abnormal to tell.

“At some point,” Milo paused and looked around as if waiting for someone to disagree, notebook in one hand while his other gestured excitedly, “science alone is not enough to describe what happened to all of us. What possible scientific explanation do you have for a sudden teleportation from one world to the next? Are we even on a different world? Are we in the same galaxy? Or perhaps it’s the same reality but we were simply put on a different plane of existence…”

Milo began rambling, talking more to himself than the person standing in front of him. He paced, muscles agitated from the excitement of the unknown. The number of sleepless nights that Milo had gladly endured in an attempt to figure out some kind of logical explanation for the Exodus was the reason for the permanent dark circles under his eyes. And yet, energy never ceased to flow through Milo’s veins at the idea of the next mystery to solve.

“I don’t know what the Exodus is. I mean, I have my theories of course…” Milo laughed, shrugging and bashfully looking off to the side, before looking back to the interviewer. “But I don’t know. No one knows, I don’t think. And I want to know. I want to know why it happened because there’s a reason for everything, even for such a crazy event like the Exodus. There has to be a reason as to why it happened, and I am going to do my best to find out.” Milo nodded, crossing his arms, lips pursed in seriousness.

Question 2: Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

There was a wistful gaze that came over Milo’s face at this question. Before the interviewer had asked, there was a look of concentration to devote his utmost respect for the person sacrificing their time to be there. But that look had gone as quickly as Milo’s contemplative expression had came. Silence hung in the air as Milo shuffled his feet and crossed his arms. He breathed in slowly and held it, as if turning his words carefully before they left his mouth.

“Yes,” Milo said, slowly first, then less so, accompanied with a sure nod, “...Yes. I miss the Homeworld. How could I not? I-I mean...finding Atlantis was what I devoted so much of my life towards. And to have to leave after just having found it…”

Milo shook his head and shut his eyes, appearing pained. “Do you even understand the amount of technology that I had to leave behind? Their culture? Their language? The Atlanteans...they...they-they-they were incredible!”

A small laugh escaped Milo as his hands shot in the air. Moving away from his desk, Milo took an imaginary seat, hands out in front of him. “They have this thing called the Ketak. It’s like a fish-shaped vehicle, powered by crystal shards from the Heart of Atlantis.”

Excitedly, Milo grinned and placed a hand out in front of him. “There’s a circle somewhere here, and once you put your hand here, it levitates! Isn’t that incredible?! Not only was it a vehicle, but the Ketak was a combat machine that shot these blue lasers if you activated them properly! Ph-choo!”

Milo stood up and brushed his sweater vest off, exhaling quickly and beaming at the interviewer. “I had never seen anything like it, and that was only scraping the surface of the technology that the Atlanteans had available to them!”

Pushing up his glasses with the back of his hand, Milo sniffed and looked away. “Atlantis also had Kida. She was...fiery.” A gentle smile appeared on Milo’s face as he focused on a spot in his classroom, mind elsewhere.

“She was beautiful and kind, and cared so much for the people of Atlantis. Her people.” Milo paused and blinked, eyes remaining glazed while he fidgeted. His voice was soft, each word caressing the memory of Kida as if he was afraid it would slip through his fingers forever forgotten if he wasn’t careful. “She had this...long white hair - and bangs! And-and fought like a warrior. I-I mean...she was a warrior, so of course she’d fight like one. She was one of the best fighters I had ever met.”

Realizing that he was rambling, Milo cleared his throat and straightened, toying with his collar. Milo’s cheeks were painted pink as he quickly removed his glasses to clean them with his sweater, if only to give him an excuse to not look the interviewer in the eye.

“A-anyways...she’s still back there. Back in Homeworld, if there even is a Homeworld left…” A look of worry embedded itself into Milo’s eyes, but he shook his head, forcibly trying to shake away such negative thoughts.

“She’s still alive. I...I know she is. Kida was - is,” Milo corrected himself, “such a strong woman. She wouldn’t have let something like the Exodus take her. I don’t know where she is, but I know she’s still alive. And once I find her, I’ll bring her here - if she wants to come.”

Milo paused and grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry...um...what was the question again?”

Question 3: Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York? 

“Ever since I’ve arrived here in Fabletown, I’ve been constantly looking for new places to venture into. And yet, I always find myself ending up in the Bookshop.” Milo smiled and leaned over to reveal a bookbag full of books. With a sigh, he plopped it on his desk, ignoring the flutter of post-its and papers that flew as a result.

“I do my best to find some time every day for some casual reading. You know, in between the reading for class, and the general reading for learning about history and culture…” Milo listed off on his fingers, eyes to the ceiling.

“Like, I’m talking just regular reading. Books aside though, I also must say that the Bookshop has the most amazing atmosphere.” Milo smiled widely and stretched out his hands so that his fingers fanned through the air. “It’s so cozy, and especially during the winter, it’s nice to get a nice cup of tea and find a corner to just sit and read for a couple of hours.

“I already have a whole bunch of books to return,” Milo motioned towards the bookbag, “and not to mention some of my own books to donate to the store. I’d love to share my own wealth of novels to others, considering I’ve read them so many times already. I need a fresh collection soon anyways.”

Question 4: How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

“Banned?” Milo wrinkled his nose at the thought and immediately shook his head. “Absolutely not. I mean...we literally live in a town called Fabletown. Magic is everywhere, even if people don’t want to admit it. And I’m also convinced that the Exodus was a result of magic, and the only way to know more about the Exodus isn’t to ban it…”

Incredulous, Milo snorted and crossed his arms. His eyes narrowed and he looked towards the interviewer, frowning. “Do people really believe that should be the proper way of handling magic? I-I mean, I guess I could understand a...a fear of magic, a fear of the unknown, but how will we know more about magic if we don’t embrace it and regulate it?”

Milo shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe that’s an unpopular opinion. Who knows. But I really don’t think banning magic should be the way to go. I…”

Milo sighed and shook his head, momentarily at a loss for words. “...I think people who believe magic should be banned are people who are scared of magic. And I get it. Really, I do. But do I think it’s correct? No, absolutely not. We should find a way to properly regulate magic. And besides - regardless of whether or not magic is banned, it’s no question that magic will be used. So why not make it much safer and regulate it?”

Question 5:  Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood?

“Well.” Milo laughed, clearly taken aback from the question. “What, am I a suspect or something?” He joked, gesturing at his own lanky body.

“I mean, look at me. I’ve heard things about her, and I’m pretty sure she’d have me in a headlock before I can even blink, you know?” He sighed and lightly tapped a finger against his chin, giving the question some serious thought.

“If you really want to know what I think though...I suppose the most obvious culprit would be the Big Bad Wolf himself, no? Of course, I’ve never known him, but his reputation certainly precedes him. I mean anybody with the title of ‘Big Bad’ before his name has a reason for such a title.” As soon as the suggestion left his mouth, however, Milo squinted and smirked, already beginning to think of alternative arguments.

“But that’s just too obvious. It’s never the one that’s obvious. So assuming that the Wolf himself is merely a red herring…” Milo looked outside his classroom and quickly got up to shut the door. Standing in silence for just a moment, he pressed an ear to the cool wooden door and grinned. Slowly, he turned to the interviewer.

“Just between you and me, I truly think it might be the mayor himself.” Milo whispered, nodding rapidly. “I mean, every person in power has something to hide. And for no evidence to appear even after all this time? Who else would have the ability to cover those tracks so well?”

Milo didn’t even let the interviewer have the time to react or answer. He pointed directly at them, a wicked smile stretching across his face. “The government. Exactly. Perhaps...perhaps the girl herself discovered something that Oz was trying his best to hide, and the only way to ensure his secret was to eliminate the one who had the potential to release undisclosed information to the public.

“But of course, that’s just me.” Milo shrugged and laughed softly. “I mean, after all, I’m just an anthropology professor with far too much time on my hands. What do I know?”

#poison:intro

[ellabellamy-blog]

OOC: Hi, hello! My name’s Sam, I’m 23 years old, I live in the EST, and I go by they/them pronouns! I’m basically super excited to be here, and absolutely can’t wait to roleplay with all of you! Apart from that, I really love apples, spring and the ocean. Below the cut, you’ll find information about Ella!

STATS

GENERAL

Full Name: Ella Béatrice Bellamy.  Nickname(s): El.  Age: Twenty-one.  Gender & Pronouns: Cisfemale & She/her.  Place of birth: The Bellamy house.  Birthday: May 5th.  Currently living: A tiny flat in Fabletown.  Species: Human.  Ethnicity: White.  Occupation: Maid at Castle of Dreams.  Orientation: Bisexual.  Social status: Lower middle class.  Relationship status: Single and divorced. 

APPEARANCE

Bodybuild: Ectomorph Height: 5′8″.  Weight: 123 lbs.  Hairstyle: Long and wavy.  Hair colour: Blond.  Eye colour: Blue.  Distinguishing features: None.  Preferred clothing: Simple and comfortable. She likes pale colours the most, and will often wear long flow-y skirts with a cute top. Basically, as seen in the sidebar of this blog. Accessories: Ella doesn’t wear any accessories. She’d wear a ring if she was married, and did so when she was, but other than that? She doesn’t like wearing them.

PERSONALITY

49 Archetypes: The Beloved (Nurturing, loyal & sincere). Alignment: Neutral good.  Enneagram: Type 2, The Helper. MBTI: ISFJ, The Defender. Soul Type: The Caregiver.  Zodiac: Taurus sun, Cancer moon & Cancer rising. 

QUICK FACTS

EMOTIONAL ABUSE TW, ABUSE TW. Okay, so. We all know that Ella had a terrible childhood, what with her mother dying, her father never spending much time home and Lady Tremaine treating her even worse than garbage. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Ella was abused as a child, especially emotionally. And that definitely affected her. She sees the littlest sign of appreciation and gentleness as love, and craves those things immensely. 

Though she calls herself happy now, I wouldn’t say she’s that happy. Ella went through a lot of shit in life, only to go back to working for Lady Tremaine. She kind of feels like she’s stuck in a rut, and apart from her friendship with Belle, she feels kind of empty. She’s still doing her best to be good and kind, though. She knows what it’s like to be treated like absolute garbage, and doesn’t want anyone else to ever feel the way she did.

Speaking of that, Ella’s wildest, biggest dream is to have a child. Not only so she can give it the childhood she never had, but also so she can have that mother-child bond she’d always missed. As a mother, she knows she’d love her child more than anything else in the world, and she feels like that’s the main kind of love missing from her life.

Speaking of love, that’s Ella’s main motivation. To love and be loved. Everything she does, everything she says, comes from that main motivation. She has other things that motivate her too, of course, like having enough money to be able to live, but, really, it’s love that matters most to her.

ALCOHOL TW, DRUGS TW. Might be getting to a point where she drinks (and eventually pops pills) a little too much. Thing is, she feels free when she’s drunk (or eventually high). She feels like she can love freely, love anyone, and is more easily loveable that way. Plus, she isn’t afraid to get the attention she craves when she’s in those states. Is it healthy? Not at all. But does she keep on doing it? You better believe so!

Desperately wants an animal companion until she can get a child. In fact, she doesn’t even care if they can’t talk to her. Preferably, she’d get a dog, but since that’s more time and money than she has, she’s thinking of getting a cat. (And most likely will, eventually.)

Hasn’t been able to set foot in Wonderland ever since she caught her now ex-husband there. She doesn’t resent the dancers. Doesn’t even resent Snow White, really. It just... Reminds her of things she’d rather not think about. Like how easy it is to abandon her; how many people there are out there that matter more than her. In fact, when she works at Castle of Dreams, she always does so with her back turned to the window so she doesn’t have to see the place. It’s nothing personal; it’s just too big a reminder of what she is.

Ella’s first love was a girl she met in the village whilst doing chores for Lady Tremaine. She fell fast and hard in love, and spent the best few months of her life sneaking away from the house to see that girl in secret. She was everything Ella had ever wished for, until one day, she suddenly disappeared. Since then, Ella hasn’t fully been herself around anyone else. Not because she was broken by the other’s disappearance or anything like that, but rather because she never felt as comfortable around anyone else. 

Here’s a link to some sections of my app that might give a better understanding of Ella. I’ll also be writing a biography here quite soon! Also, here’s a mock blog I created for her!

#poison:intro #i hope this is ok! #( character development. )