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Sorry it took forever to reply I was reading it all. o.o I'm just in love with the "Leia Plot" it's breath taking and so much more. I read it with shock and happiness. c:
Woohoo really? Well, I don't mind doing that plot with you if you love it that much (:Yeah haha, I was listening to a song one day and BAM! this story hit me.
So is that fine?
Heck yes really! >;L I love a lot. o.o Oo nice idea to think of it to be honest. I love it and yeah it's fine.
Eh my post got cut off before,I was trying to ask if I could be Leia, since she is driving the plot, which I have in my head,
Haha I'm still so flattered,
And if it is fine, how detailed are our charries going to be?
Dang it man you took the character I wanted to be. But it's cool. ;F Could we do doubles perhaps or we do one plot and then another thread do another to make it fair? :o
Whoops, sorry......I usually have no trouble being the guy, but I think this time it would be easier if I was Leia for the flow of the plot. I think it will be hard to do doubles here, so you can go ahead and make a new thread, I'll pay the guy there. But what plot should we make it?
Actually wait no, I'll play the guy here. I just thought of a way to make him drive the plot. So you can be Leia.
Haha yeah, like I said playing the girl or guy never matters to me, plus you really like her, so I def don't mind (:
Alrighty then. I just felt bad on pushing you on it and such. :I
It's no biggie, I don't feel pushed, both characters are interesting to me.Shall we make our charries? It'll probably be short since the prompt I wrote explained a lot about my charrie..... But my side characters will be his mother, and maybe the painter who painted Leia, but he probably won't appear for a while. You can make side charries of other alive paintings, though they won't appear right away either.
Name: Leon Claymore
Age: 17
Appearance: http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-cont...
History: (Explained ^)
Personality: Basically he is depressed right now, and will lash out at everyone as he is sarcastic, and sardonic, and though he can't paint anymore, he is rather arrogant in his abilities and intelligence. He hates paintings and art, and will belittle any that are in front of him, because he it is rather painful to look upon beauty that he cannot be apart of anymore. He likes to wear dark clothing, and thinks himself a 'realist'. In the end, the person who is hurting him the most is himself but he will never admit it. He also has weird life-like dreams, but they usually aren't through his own perspective, which started ever since the day he arrived in the museum, to live with his mother.
Other: He has a particular fear of birds and ghost stories.
Minor Charries:
Name: Theresa Claymore
Age: 37
Appearance: http://stuffkit.com/wp-content/upload...
Occupation: Curator, and Single Mother
Personality: A fun, and easy going woman, who looks like she doesn't take anything seriously, in contrast to her son. She is usually always laughing, and trying to lighten the mood, but she has a fine eye and appreciation for art. She likes ghost stories, and dressing up in weird outfits depending on her mood. She is a very imaginative person. She also loves her son very much, quitting her job, and moving away from her whole life in the city so that he could get a breather and get better in the countryside, and even though she is easy-going with him, she is always worried, trying to break him out of the shell he is in
Name: Mikeal Novarna
Age: Died at age 26
Appearance: http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e27...
Personality: TBD (Was very obsessively in love with Leia, and treated her like she was a living human, though his personality before was a lot like Leon's.)
History: TBD (Was a up-and-coming painter, on the verge of becoming famous throughout Europe, though most have his painting's 'mysteriously disappeared' sometime after his death besides Leia)
((~ Some people I've rped with said they haven't gotten notifications from me lately, so here's a bump just in case it happened to you too and you didn't see my reply. My account has been all wonky lately anyway, grrr goodreads ~))
[Thanks for replying because I didn't see it. I'll try right away to read the characters and then make leia. C: ]
((Ik, its happened to almost everyone I've rped with -__-, idk why though! But it seems to be somewhat fixed now I hope.....))
[oo goodreads is not being nice >:o js >_> it shouldn't e nicer to you. :c ]
(('It shouldn't e nicer to me?' What are you implying eh?I kid, I kid, I know it's a typo haha. It's okay, I'm a patient person for goodreads since it helps me find all these great books))
((For real though, my I cant raise my eyebrow in rl, it makes me so sad, because I literally want to question someone's comment without saying a word.....))
{Oh my. o- o I'm still in school and brought my laptop just to talk and go on goodreads not for english but i told people it was for english. :s}
((Haha I always brought my laptop to highschool because it was easier to keep my notes organized that way but my teacher always thought I was messing around so I had to promise him to get only A's if I wanted to keep it there~ Luckily it wasn't a hard class))
[Oh that's very cool C: I will try and make Leia real soon! Just been busy with school work and such. >~<]
So um this is kinda awkward~ It's almost been a week since I posted my charrie and it kinda seems your avoiding me, so are you not into this rp anymore? I regularly clean out my notifications and I was deciding what to do with this since it doesn't seem like your too interested, and I don't want to push you into doing a roleplay your not into, so if that is the case, you really don't have to respond because I know how confrontation is hard to do, so feel free to ignore me, and if you don't reply in a few days i'll just delete this off my notifications and we will part ways in a friendly manner- no pressure (:
God dang it I'm so sorry. I'll post it right now. ^^
≪Leia≫
Age: Sixteen|16
History has been explained
Okay, so are we all good to go, I don't mind starting.
Yep all good to go. Probably if you could please start?
"Leia...... Leia...... please sing for me. If I can't hear your voice..... if I can't be with you......" A man was saying to a canvas, which was hard to see well from Leon's position behind the man kneeling in front of it. It was like Leon was watching this memory on a old tv, the picture was fuzzy and kept breaking off, the words that came through were crackled and indistinguishable except for a few. "..... then just kill me now, Leia." The man continued, tears plopping on the ground in front of him, as Leon could only watch from his spectator's position. But it was not from his eyes that he was seeing this from, nor was it his thoughts that were reverberating through his skullI can't.... I can't.... now matter how much I sing for you, you cannot hear me. It's so lonely.... so cold, so stay with me- don't leave me. Whose thoughts were these? Whose..... pain was this? The sounds around him went dead, as a buzzing filled the empty void.
Leon's eyes opened wide suddenly, as he gasped sitting up on his bed as the morning light filtered into his room, falling upon the unopened boxes that filled it, since he hadn't had time yesterday to unpack. As his breathes slowed down, Leon realized something hot was streaming down face, and with surprise, he realized it was tears. He quickly wiped them away irritably with the back of his sleeve. Why was I crying, I never cry, was it because of a dream? He thought, but whatever dream he had, it had left his head completely. He couldn't remember it. Before he had time to ponder it further, his door flew in with a rush, banging against the opposite wall, as his mother, wearing a ridiculous victorian dress stood with her hands on her hips with a superior expression.
"Leon! Wakey-wakey, today is the day we get to re-organize the entire victorian-era paintings exhibit." She said, her boots clicking on the floor as she strode in, as he couldn't but sarcastically think Ah, that explains the outfit, well it does for a eccentric like her. He glared at her, and dove back into bed, as he was still angry with her for this crazy stunt she pulled moving them to some run-down museum in the boonies. She retaliated by trying to wrestle his blankets from him.
"You aren't going to make a lady do all that heavy lifting herself are you?" She asked pleadingly as she finally managed to get the blankets away from him, ironically proving that between the two, she was much stronger. He slid away from her running his hand through his hair, giving her a cold look from the corner of his eye. "Of course I wouldn't. If you see any ladies around, be sure to offer them my services." He told her, before turning his back to her as he lay down once again.
She merely laughed it off with that insufferable cheerful attitude she always has. "So cold, but so cool, so mom approves! But.... it's just that if it was Leon's taste with choosing the paintings..... I'm sure more people would visit....." She said coyly into his ear, as she knew exactly how to manipulate him by flattery. He made a hesitant expression, before getting up with a sigh and slipping on his shoes which were huddled near the bed. He tried to keep from smirking as he made a face as if it was troubling. "Well then it can't be helped, since it is to put food on the table....." He said grudgingly, but of course it was met with more excitement then it warranted.
"Then, if you would just put on this top hat and coat....." She said gesturing to a victorian male-garb she had apparently brought with her and laid out on the bed. Pushing her luck, Leon couldn't help but get a little angry, especially when his mother tried to force him into her strange cosplay habits. And his protests echoed through the whole apartment above the museum which the occupied.
"Like hell I will!"
~~~~~~
After several hours of sorting through paintings in storage, and those already on exhibit, they had made great headway as they neared the time for lunch. Leon's taste, which usually focused on classical styles and popular movements, with the contradicting eccentric tastes of his mother had completely changed the whole exhibit into a beautiful exhibit, and they were nearing the last room where they would put their favorite pieces. But strangely...... the last room only held one painting.
"That's quite odd, I wonder if it is by a famous painter...." His mother said, as they entered the darkened room, before facing the painting together, which was in truth, incredibly exquisite. It was a portrait of a beautiful young girl in a black dress, laying among vivid and intricately painted flowers, that Leon felt that if he reached out and touched them they could be real. Although the flowers were beautiful, the real focus of the painting was of the young girl, her hands clasped together as if praying, her eyes closed in concentration, and her mouth slightly parted. Leon felt something strange within him..... he felt as if he saw this painting before somewhere, but he would have definitely remembered seeing a painting as beautiful as this. The beauty hurt, it hurt more than it usually did when he looked at these paintings, that now he could no longer be apart of that world. But he did not understand why it was more painful this time.
His concentration was soon broken by his mother who also had a great look of appreciation on her face. "Incredible, the painter who had done this must have had amazing skill. It almost feels like..... she's singing and we should be able to hear her song, doesn't it?" She asked Leon, before registering her indelicate comment at seeing the expression on his face, and quickly changed the subject.
"But someone had blacked out the artist's signature on this..... it would be hard to find out who the painter was..... why would someone do such a thing?" She said bending forward as she inspected the only flaw on the canvas. Thick, black, angry lines of paint were slashed across the bottom right hand corner of the painting, where usually the artist's name was held. It certainly was strange..... as if someone didn't want anyone to know who had painted this piece.
Leon stepped a bit closer as well, staring into the face of the girl who sang among the flowers. It was true, she did look like she was singing, but not a cheerful song. There was a look of loneliness on her face, and a softness to her features.... whatever she was singing was sad and depressing, but beautiful. Leon did not know where this conviction came from, but he somehow knew it was right. And that song he couldn't hear reflected his pain perfectly.
"Well what should we do with this? Since we cannot say who the artist is perhaps we should store it until we do some research-" His mother started to say in a contemplative voice, but to Leon and her astonishment his voice cut through hers.
"No!.... No.... we should leave it like it is." He said, without realizing where those words came from, as she looked at him with astonishment as well. He tried to justify himself. "I mean, in terms of quality, it is the best we've seen here, and carrying such a large painting and not damaging it would be difficult since....." He tried to reason, but he saw a teasing smile stretch across his mother's face, and his cheeks reddened.
"Oh? Has my little Leon finally found a woman he admires? This is much to soon- I wonder what kind of daughter-in-law a portrait would make though? And what about my dream of having grandkids?" She dramatically started to digress, as Leon felt that embarrassment and anger bubble in him once again from his mother's antics.
"Your the real pervert here you old woman!"
{I'll try and read it as soon as possible.}
((Haha, don't worry you don't have to tell me you'll read it as soon as possible, you can always just read and post your reply whenever you want (: Oh, I never posted the song that I got the inspiration for the plot for.... it's in another language but I have a lyric video- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkmgqF...))
Okay ummmm..... so obviously this isn't gonna take off, so let's just leave it at that and part ways then (:
((Sorry I wish I could've been better and so forth for a role play. But I guess it was fun and such talking to you. c: ))
A long time ago there was a up-and-coming famous painter who's masterpiece was to be the portrait of a girl, singing amongst the flowers. He had not expected, when he had completed the painting, to fall in love with the girl in the painting. But he did, he fell in love with someone who did not exist, but as a combination of strokes on a blank canvas. Nevertheless, he called her Leia. Desperate to hear her voice, to see her face, to be with her forever, he stared and stared, and that obsession grew and grew. He was driven mad for his love of the girl in the painting. After he realized that this girl would never come to the world of reality, he decided if he could not hear her voice here, he would kill himself in front of her, and hopefully join her in that lonely landscape she lay in. Ironically after he did so, Leia did come to life, a mere painting had obtained a soul, but what she found was only the dead body of the one who named her, and was doomed to a lonely eternity, unable to stop from singing for someone she had caused the death of. Leia was soon found, and sold to someone via a art auction, but mysteriously her next owner died, then her next, then her next. The people had soon called her a 'cursed painting of lies' and stores her away,her voice never to be heard again.
After many, many years, Leia was found again, and here we are in present day, as she was sold to a art museum, to hang on the wall with other masters. Boy A had just moved into the museum as well, following his whimsical mother as she took a job as the head curator at the musuem where Leia was. Although sardonic, and unsocial, Boy A had once dreamed of being a painter as well, but his dreams had been dashed, and now he could only look at these beautiful paintings with petty hate, and pain. He hears a voice in the musuem one day, following it, he comes upon Leia, and is somehow pulled into the painting alongside her. As these two form a precarious friendship, they try to unravel the mysteries of her painting and try and find the reason as to why she is cursed. As well as come to understand how powerful emotions can be, as she wasn't the only painting there so had a mind of its own.
~ Boy A's Perspective
(Boy A abbreviated as 'B')B was always incredibly talented as an artist, since a young age. Many people said his art spoke to them, and he won many competitions, and awards for his vibrant paintings. His dream to someday be the most famous artist in the world, along with Picasso, Da vinci, Monet, etc.. was slowly becoming a realization. He was quite arrogant and confident in this. One day, however, out of the blue, he could not paint anymore. He would put his brush to a canvas, but no ideas flowed, nothing he wanted to pain came to mind. At first he thought it was just painter's block, and tried again, and again, every day. That blank canvas remained blank. He started panicking, deciding to just copy a still-life to start, but when he painted, it remained flat, lifeless, unexceptional. His art was mediocre, and he was unable to even finish it. He kept on painting, and painting, thinking that he was in a rut, even until his room was finished with half-finished, and his fingers chafed and bled, from his excessively holding the brush tightly in his hand. But he soon realized, he could not paint anymore. His mother took him to psychologists, and neurotherapy, and none of them could give him an answer as to why he was unable to paint, they told him he might have experienced a trauma, or it might be temporary, or even hormones. But he knew, they were dumbfounded, and they could not offer him the slightest ray of hope. He fell into depression, refusing to come out of his room, refusing to eat, refusing to do much except listen to music, and read. Eventually after a while, he tried one more time to paint, but the results were the same. He got incredibly angry, flying into a fit of rage, ripping all the canvas's in his room that remained unfinished, throwing his awards against the wall, the skin on his hands bleeding as he destroyed anything that reminded him of what he once had. All he could do afterwards was breathe deeply, looking at his bloody hands that could not paint anymore. His mother, incredibly worried and concerned, decided to move him away from his city, and into a prevalent vacation town which boasted an array of culture. She took up the job as the head curator in a musuem, towing her son with her, who became rather sardonic, and sarcastic, and unhappy. ~~~~ So that's his backstory, I didn't want to characterize him too much, since I wanted to leave that to the other person's discretion, so you may change what you want!The reason why he can't paint will also reveal itself in the rp.
(Sorry it's so long, I had that one on hand, the other options will be a lot shorter ^_^)
~ Where's Alice?
A spin on Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass. G1 is a normal girl, living a normal-albeit-empty life up on the surface, in the shadow of her much more brilliant sister, and her absent father, and 'evil' stepmother. Before she knows what hits her, she goes down the rabbit hole, into a whole different world called 'Mirror', where a man called 'Rabat' tells her, that if she is so unsatisfied with life on the surface, would she live here for a while. He tells her that, before she can go back, she has to make a B1 the new king of wonderland, which has been under the tyranny of the King of Hearts, for the last 500 yrs. Admist thi strange place, she finds that most people are considered No-Names, and that only the one's with distinctive roles are the center of this world, but she soon finds she is just not facing off the King of Hearts, but a growing faction, that are unsatisfied with their non-roles in this world. ~~
~ The Proverbial Wishing Well
B1 who always seems to have bad luck following around, as a token of a 'curse' that was inflicted on his family by a mysterious figure long ago, one day wanders into a shop to avoid a group of delinquents that were after him, but soon realizes this is no ordinary shop, but instead is a shop that sells 'wishes' run by a enigmatic, yet beautiful woman, who offers to lift this curse, in exchange for him working for her, little does he know that this woman was the one who put this curse on him in the first place. As he works for her, watching her fufill, and guide arrogant people who wander in hoping to have their wish granted, he loses a lot of his naivete about the world, and whether it is right to sacrifice yourself for someone else, as well as the ideas that people need to learn things the hard way.
~ (Also, on a side note, I also have a plot involving a Pandora Box, where there is also wishes granted, but at the cost of chaos ensuing, it's a really long plot, so I'll only post it if your interests (: