forum Beauty and the Beast

Started March 08, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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Any more questions?

nope, think we're good. can you post your character first?

Name: Amara Farrell
Age: Seventeen
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Ash brown
Body type: Small, slight curves
Unusual features: A long, pale scar on the thigh
Flaws: Absent-minded, does not trust easily
Talents: The piano and story-telling
Personality: Amara is not like other girls for her time. Most girls dream of marrying the man who will treat them right and kindly, though it rarely happens. Most girls dream of having children. Most girls dream of climbing up the social status and living in riches, heading the household. The was not Amara. She wasn't particularly fond of the idea of marriage, much less an arranged one just to gain from it. She wanted to live far away from her village, in a place where she could be whoever she wanted to be. A place where she wouldn't be afraid to speak her. A place she could be herself. Alas, there was not one out there, at least not one that she could get too. So most days she sat by her window, perhaps reading a book she had bought in the town's bookstore, perhaps writing her thoughts and stories, or perhaps lost in thought as she gazed out at the window, watching the bird fly away and wish she was free to do the same.
Extra: There are bruises that mar her skin, hiding under all her petticoats. They were not from any accident.

oof sorry I'm sorry to think of a character that would work

Try making him like the beast in beauty and the beast. Just make him a lot darker

Name: Marcus Lupine
Age: 19
Eye color: Dark brown, almost black with gold flecks
Hair color: Black
Body type: Broader, more muscular
Unusual features: Scar stretching across his right cheek and small arrow scars on different parts of his back
Flaws: Somewhat easy to anger, slow to trust but desperate at this point, skeptical of love, thought himself ready to die but now that time is running out he's begun to panic
Talents: A gruff sort of charm, well-honed fighting abilities
Personality: Grumpy, cynical, thinks himself destined to die a gruesome death at the hands of his curse. He hates that he's trapped in his own body at this point, and thinks all he needs at this point is someone to care about him before his death
Extra: Looks like an enormous, wolf-like creature that stands upright unless it's the full moon, lives in a large palace

Amra watched the rain splash against the window, their sound almost lulling her to sleep, almost. Had it not been for what the next day would bring, she would be sleeping peacefully in her bed. When the sun came, her life as she knew it would be over. Her worst nightmare would come true. She was to be sent off to another village to marry a lord, a wealthy lord. Her father couldn't be more pleased with the paring, while she hated it with every fiber in her bones. For the first time her life, Amara's father was beside himself with glee. His smile made her hesitate at the door of his office. It looked more dangerous than any other expression that had ever adorned his face. He ushered her in, gestured her to sit down, which she complied. "Two weeks from tomorrow, you will be on your way to marry Lord Alexander. He is of a wealthy status, with many, many resources. He will make a wonderful husband for you." For the first time in a very long time, she said no. "No, I won't do it, father. You can't make me." She was still recovering from the beating he had given her. Amara began to tremble as the early morning rays peaked over hills and shined on the house. Her maids would be coming in any minute now to prepare her for her journey. She said nothing as they bathed and dressed her. She said nothing to her mother who had burst into her room all to cheerily. She said nothing to her siblings as they said goodbye to her one by one. And she did not speak as her father bid her farewell. She climbed into the carriage, her luggage already packed. She looked out the window and watched as her home got smaller and smaller until it disappeared out of her view completely. The one maid that had been allowed to accompany her tried to engage in conversation with her, though gave up not soon after. The sun began to fell and yet the carriage did not stop for the night. Her father had ordered them to ride straight through, most likely afraid that she would try to run. Amara paid no mind as the temperature got colder, though her maid wrapped a blanket around her to keep her warm. She barely registered it. It wasn't until the carriage came to a stop that she spoke, "What's the matter? Why have we stopped?" She asked, though her maid did not know. She was about to open the door to inquire when she heard a bone-chilling noise. It did not come from any animal that she had ever heard. The carriage was off, the horses pulling it as fast as they could. They had to get out of the woods, they had to get somewhere safe. But would they outrun what was chasing them? Her question was answered shortly when the carriage rocked as something foreign jumped on it. There was a gunshot, gargled screams, then everything was quiet. The carriage slowed to a stop. Amara and her maid were as quiet as could be. Perhaps whatever was out there would go away. They didn't One minute everything was quiet, then the door was ripped open and something, something was there dragging out her maid. Amara scrambled out of the carriage through the other door, hoping she could away while they were occupied. She made sure she didn't look at the bloody mess at the front of the carriage. She gripped her skirts as she ran through the woods. The creature's attention was drawn to her as they finished off their meal. Two pounced after her. Amara made the mistake of looking back. She tripped over a root and tumbled down, down, down. She tried to scramble away, crying out as she put body weight on her injured ankle. Claws raked at her calfs and she fell. She clamped her eyes shut, waiting for then end, but it did not come .

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Blood. Darkness. The aroma of flowers and dewdrops and death. It was a funny thing, the night. A few years ago, he might have been afraid of the dark. But now, it concealed him well from prying eyes. From himself. But hunger was something the night could not mask, and in this grotesque form he had to hunt fresh meat to feed himself. There was the creaking of snapping branches beneath his feet, grotesque paws making enormous prints in the soft earth and moss. He looked around for a moment, ears perked, searching for something to hunt, to kill. But he was quickly distracted by the sounds of conflict, loud noises and shrieks, and gunshots. A meal, perhaps? He began to walk towards the source of the noise, moving quietly, or well, as quietly as he could. He couldn't help the way his mouth watered at the promise of a meal, of soft deer flesh or the carcass of some lowlife who wouldn't do anything with his life anyways

Amara opened her eyes and saw, well she wasn't exactly sure what she saw. It was, which made it hard to see. What her eyes were showing her had to be impossible. There were no such things, right? What was before her were creatures of the shadows. They blended in so well to the surroundings, had it not been for their eyes. Bright, red eyes that gleamed through the night. Eyes that let their victim know what they were about to be consumed by. Amara held in her scream as they circled around her. If she was still, unmoving, perhaps they would move on. Perhaps they had had enough tonight and would leave her alone. Or perhaps they were goading her, waiting for her to do something so they could pounce. Amara pushed that thought from her mind. She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about her death.