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May 25, 2015 02:37PM
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Oh yes, sorry about that. I didn't know if you wanted to do them individually or not, so yes. One boy and one girl for each of them.
Good idea! xD Okay, so should we decide who's who then?
Okay, I think I'd like to play Belle if that's all right with you
Alrighty! xD I'll get started on my characters then:)
||☮|First Name|☮|| Belle||☮|Middle Name|☮|| Maeve
||☮|Last Name|☮|| Cohen
||☮|Nickname|☮|| {Miss Belle}
||☮|Age|☮|| 18
||☮|Date of Birth|☮|| May 28
||☮|Place of Birth|☮|| Warsaw, Poland
||☮|Time of Birth|☮|| 5:11 AM
||☮|Zodiac Sign|☮|| Gemini
||☮|Gender|☮|| Female/Feminine
||☮|Sexuality|☮|| Heterosexual
||☮|Appearance|☮||
||☮|Eyes|☮|| Light chocolate brown
||☮|Skin Tone|☮|| Almost porcelain, cream colored
||☮|Hair|☮|| Light chocolate, much like her eyes
||☮|Build|☮|| Slim with average height, soft curves
||☮|Personality|☮||
◆Curious
◆Gentle
◆Caring
◆Understanding
◆Intelligent
◆Selfless
◆Brave
◆Protective
◆Sometimes Distant
||☮|History|☮||
◆Belle was originally born in Poland, but because of her mother's passing during childbirth her father took her to France to get away from the house where her mother had died. Her father had a hard time raising Belle by himself, and often asked for help from the women in the French village, and the women would always help because they didn't want to see the child become ill. It was around when Belle was twelve that her father took up the hobby of inventing things and taking his inventions to conventions to try and sell them for the money that was needed in order for them to get along. Not long after this there began to be whispers throughout the village of her father's insanity, and so Belle began defending her father and became very protective over him, arguing that he was not insane, but was only doing what was needed in order for them to survive.
||☮|Likes|☮||
◆Reading
◆Feeding animals
◆The Beast/Prince Adam
◆Cooking
◆Being treated fairly
◆Good people
||☮|Dislikes|☮||
◆Gaston
◆Being treated like a slave
◆Hearing people making fun of her father
◆Extremely cold weather
◆Smart Alikes
◆The idea of harming another creature or human
◆Being afraid
||☮|Strengths|☮||
◆Singing
◆Taking care of her father
◆Defending her father
◆Calming people down
◆Cooking
◆Imagining things
◆Cleaning and organizing
||☮|Weaknesses|☮||
◆Baby animals
◆Small children
◆The Beast/Prince Adam
◆Mention of her father
◆The chance to read a new book
◆Good weather
◆Home-cooked food
◆Grand dresses and gowns
Mhm. So would you like me to start this one and Twilight as well? I am currently working on my reply for Fast and Furious.
The sun had just barely began to reveal itself over the tops of the snow-capped purple mountains that surrounded the French village. Belle had been awake before this though, for she had received a letter that was attached to the mane of her father's black Clydesdale which he had used to tow his wagon to the next Inventor's Convention only a day ago. The letter read: Belle Cohen, I stumbled across your father in my castle last night. If you wish to see him again you will come and make a trade with me, if you do not come, then your father will remain with me for the rest of his days. There was no signature, but it didn't take a fool to guess who this letter had come from, for there was only one castle in the area and that castle belonged to the Beast. In a sudden, hasty decision Belle saddled up her father's horse and quickly climbed onto the tall mare's back, the letter grasped tightly in her hand. And so she left for the Beast's castle, riding for however long it took until she arrived, looking up at the dark looming shape of the stone castle and it's dark wooden doors. Dismounting, Belle hesitantly walked forward until she reached the doors, and reaching out her hand, she knocked. ~-~
Flynn Rider had only happened to stumble across the oasis-looking clearing in the center of a wall of rock. He now stood beneath a looming stone tower, looking up at it he shielded his eyes with a hand a slung his satchel over his shoulder and neck with the other. Using the two arrows that had been aimed at him not long ago Flynn began the climb up to the top of the tower, where there was a balcony of some sort. He was certain that there could be no one in this tower, after all, who could survive in a tower like this with no way to get down without jumping? By the time he reached the top Flynn's arms were aching and his breathing was slightly heavy, pulling himself up over the balcony he rolled into the tower onto a cobblestone floor. There were several rugs and carpets scattered on the floor, some furniture and attached to the adjacent part of this round room was a staircase that led up to something shielded off by a thick purple curtain. Shrugging, Flynn settled down on the floor and reached for his satchel, pulling out the gold crown he had stolen earlier that day and holding the beautiful thing in his hands. "Alone at last," he whispered, reaching forward to touch one of the shimmering diamonds in the crown just when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and his vision went black.
When the doors swung open seemingly by themselves Belle began to question her decision to come here. But she immediately stopped her questioning, reminding herself that her father would remain in this castle if she didn't come. When the dust cloud arose from the floor Belle let out a light cough and covered her mouth with one of her small hands, she couldn't see anything in the darkness of the front corridor, but forced herself to move forward into the castle. She jumped when the doors shut behind her, turned to look back at where she had come. Whispering voices made their ways to her ears and she shuddered, taking slow steps forward to avoid stepping on any scurrying mice. "Hello?" Belle called out, her voice echoing of the dark walls, "I've come for my father, I was told he was here."~-~
Flynn awoke with his whole face throbbing to the rate of his heart, forcing his eyes open he immediately saw that he was tied up in some sort of thick golden rope that didn't seem to end, but as his eyes followed the rope and his hands struggled against it he became rather confused. The material used to tie him up was to fine to be rope. "Is this...is this, hair?" After following the golden trail for a long time his eyes fell upon the feet of someone, and he came to realize he was not alone in this tower. His eyes stilled following the hair until the fell upon the face of a young woman with a frying pan held in her hand like she was ready to swing it at him. Her top lip was pulled back in what he guessed to be her idea of an intimidating facial expression. He could only look at her for a moment before he was struck across the face again with the frying pan, making him see stars and then pass out.
