forum The Darkness of Forrest Cliff ((5/5 // MATURE/ RATED R // CLOSED))

Started December 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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Well now I'm conflicted. I STAN my fem!Sherlock…but shipping with Emi is life.

Lotus do you have a preference?

I did say you could have more than one character, love

And Helio, that girl is me

My bad 😅

sHIPPING WITH EMI IS LIFE

And so i shall have BOTH. it truly is christmas ((hearteyes))

Merry Christmas deary and its all good Helio, you didn't know

So you guys, short temps, do them so we can start! Please

Im so excited to start!

I can probably do it in a bit
Once I get home.

I have plans to to start start in about 4 hours, maybe earlier.

Name: Angelo Meroni
Age: 26
Role: Le Mercenary: A young, strong, Catholic man who battles with he guilt of the dirty, dishonest deeds he has committed to get his position. To add upon his grief: A woman he desires ((Who will be the Doc))
Appearance: Your average (but not so average) italian mobster looking type. Tall, broad shouldered, dark hair and even darker eyes. Too handsome for his own good. He's got scars everywhere but that only adds to his charm

Name: Talia Winchester
Age: 24
Role: Le Investigator. The youthful brilliant, yet wildly scandalous fem!Sherlock Holmes. Loves a good mystery and would rather read a book than fall in love, but she's a hopeless romantic at heart.
Appearance: Quite slender and small, very proper and proud aristocratic features, long rosy brown hair and striking blue eyes.

Name: Jonas Allen Godolphin
Age: 24
Role: Young Inventor. This boy has blackmailed his brother for his inheritance in which he started funding his inventions. He grows paranoid with the whispers of his brother’s revenge on his back.
Appearance: Jonas is a tall and gaunt man, his frame small from years of skipping meals from paranoia and working on his inventions. His hair is a silky brown and his eyes are the color of melted caramel. He is quite handsome, but he would rather work on his inventions than partake in a romantic relationship. (Note, he is from a wealthy family so if he felt like it, he could wear something expensive.)

Name: Aliah Eevergreen
Age: 24
Role: Female Doctor: After running from a family of violence and pain, she follows her passions to become a doctor to combat and somehow cleans herself of her past.
Appearance: Thicc and curvy and rather tall at 6’. She has thighs that can kill with soft curves to match. Her face is sharp and intelligent yet her jaw is smooth and impressive. She has ovaline sharp green eyes with long strawberry blonde hair that reaches down to the small of her back. She has numerous scars lining her body, ranging to cigarette burns to bullet wounds. She has the numbers and letters “SWD348” burned into her right shoulder, which she covers up often.

Name: Angeline Grey
Age: 21
Role: A servant under a wealthy business man who has been blackmailed by the nanny of her master's children to spy on said master's wife until the nanny can kill her
Appearance: Straight, almost silken light blonde hair, cut neatly just below her shoulders and in a slight side part. Pale, cream-toned skin from lack of exposure to the sun, flushes easily. Faded grey-hazel eyes, a round-ish face, 5'6", a bit chubby around the thighs. Scars littering her back and legs, soft, full lips.

((Sorry I'm late you guys, shopping went a little longer than I had hoped for. I will still post the starter.))

Name: Olivia Whitcomb
Age: 25
Role: Writer - Sees everything she’s not suppose to within these strangers’s lives.She uses the tales to fuel her book. Also, the owner of the mansion.
Appearance: Medium length brown hair that stopped at the base of her neck. Everything about her is small, delicate, and cute. She doesn’t look like a writer, more like a doll, with her doe eyes, button nose, and heart shaped lips. She is short and skinny.

Name: Josephine Adams
Age: 26
Role: The Songstress: All her life, she has worked to live on her own, earning small pennies as she grows her singing career. But just when change is on the horizon, her father makes a bet he can't follow through on, so she was his pay. She has been sold to a man and no longer has a life of her own. She is a slave. 
Appearance: Warm brown skin and wavy black hair that rests on her back. Curvy body and naturally pouting lips with soft bronze eyes that crinkle in the corners when she smiles.

The snow came earlier than she expected. She and her butler, Alfred, had just finished unloading the last of her monthly shipments when Olivia lifted her gaze to the skies and watched the first snowflakes fall. She could stay out there all day, watching the snow fall, until the harsh winds and freezing cold forced herself inside. But she had things to do, a home to prepare for the battle of winter with not much time to do it. Besides, today she felt oddly expectant, anxious even, as if something was about to come….but she had no clue just what.

Alfred gave a distasteful grunt and scurried into the house with a crate of pumpkins in his burly arms. "I hate the snow…." The irritable man murmured. "Come inside, Lady Olivia, before you catch something horrid."

Olivia laughed. "Don't worry Alfred, we'll beat the snow. You'll be resting with a nice bowl of hot soup before it even begins to stick."

The middle-aged man leveled her with a warning glare that she couldn't help but giggled at. Nevertheless, she wouldn't remain outside. She waved the delivery man away and turned into her home only to get warm for a few moments before she returned to work.

After securing her horses and taking needed items from storage houses nearest to her home, she checked all the windows and doors, helped light all the fireplaces along the first and second floors of the mansion, and rushed about with extra blankets and sheets to ensure the warmth of her servants. Once she was able to settle, the sun was setting and the snow was building rapidly. Yet, there she sat, curled in a leather armchair in front of a curtain-free window, waiting and anticipating something. She still wasn’t sure what, but something was coming.

Her journal lay on the surface of a small coffee table, her pen hung lazily between the fingers of her left hand. Her brown eyes remained on the snow.

Oh snaps, poor timing. See you guys in the morning, im exhausted from finals! )

(Good night!)
(also, is it okay if Angeline is making an escape and asks for refuge at the mansion?)

Angeline pulled her thin shawl tighter around her frail shoulders, though her hands trembled from the cold. Her lips were blue, her throat so ragged it pained her to take even the smallest of breaths, but she struggled on. With each step she took, her legs threatened to give out, but she couldn't stop. Not now, while a blizzard was forming. Not now, before she found shelter. Not now, when she'd walked on foot with no boots or a coat for seven hours without stopping in the bitter cold.

She allowed herself short, three-second breaks at irregular intervals, the dark images that rose to mind spurring her on. And finally, finally, she caught site of a building up ahead. Shelter. Warmth. Angeline would have cried out in relief if her tongue hadn't been too numb to move. I'm almost there.. I've almost made it..