(So like… Meg from Hercules? That was a joke, she's just my personal hero XD. Could I be like… Merlin? Or… does Elsa count as a villain or a hero, because I always thought she was sort of morally grey. Not because I like Elsa, I just like her powers cause she's an op bitch.)
(In this Elsa is on the isle but meg or anyone else would work)
(We actually have a kid of Elsa already, but yeah you could do Meg, my kids a Hades kid so there would probs be a lot of hate.)
(Why do you think I chose her. She a morally grey OP bitch.)
(Ok does Merlin work cause he's in a Disney movie or two. Right?)
(Sounds good!)
Emmeline wasn't usually privy to moments of weakness but she knew it was unwise to have a bored madman present. Plus she wanted to test out her powers.
”Quentin. May I see your cards for a moment?”
He looked up at the mention of his name, reaching into his pocket for the ever-present deck of cards he had. “Why?” Quentin asked, raising an eyebrow.
”Think of it as a game.” Emmeline actually managed to smile non-threateningly. She reached out her hand patiently. ”It’s a bit of magic my mother taught me. More of a parlor trick than anything but it has its uses.”
Quentin couldn’t resist the idea of a game. “Okay, I do love games,” he replied, handing her the cards. He was intrigued, he would admit that Emmeline had piqued his interest.
Name: Eris Ambrosius
Age: 15
Child Of: Merlin
Gender: Female
Romantic Orientation: Pan
Appearance: Jet black curly hair with streaks of gold cut at her ears, very pale skin with freckles EVERYWHERE, bright blue piercing eyes that always seem to be widened slightly. She's fairly tiny at 5'1,'' and has sort of a 1950s vibe about her. A bit of an oddball.
Basic Traits: Cunning and ambitious. She's a good person, but she will do anything to achieve what she wants. In other words, Slytherin. Also… really weird. Not great with social skills. Terrible memory loss.
Why They Want Off The Island: She… she doesn't… live… on the island… right?
The FairyTales They Hate The Most: She's a "good guy" but honestly fucking Sleeping Beauty pisses her off. The entire story. Everything about it is weak and petty.
(Extra)
Likes: Ties, bowties, vests, very few people, reading ice cream. She'll sell her soul for key lime pie and seems to have an endless supply of gummy bears in her pocket.
Dislikes: Very few people, pumpkin pie, 'edgy' people who try to act cool and depressed but are just dumb bitches, dumb bitches in general, ignorance, the government system, teachers.
Favorite Color: Peachy-orange
Usual Fashion: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/571464640190243147/ A lot of v-curls, though.
Distinguishing Marks: S C A R S . She injures herself whenever she does magic, apparently some sort of curse-thing, the more powerful the magic, the deeper the cut. They're absolutely everywhere, but she literally could not care less.
(Does this work? I can change some things if not)
Once the deck was in her hands Emmeline smirked playfully and started shuffling the cards focusing on her magic. She did drop a few cards occasionally but it was easy enough to levitate them back. ”You know how my mother is famous for transformation magic. Well, animating inanimate objects is another simple spell. You now have your own card soldiers outside of Wonderland.” She handed them back. ”Give them an order, Your Majesty, if you’d like. They’ll obey you.”
(It's good!)
The car screeched to a halt and the doors opened magically, Adis stepping out with an unamused eyebrow raised at the surroundings. They leaned against the car's side and looked at their nails, watching them flash from blue to black.
Quentin’s eyes widened. “This is AWESOME!” He quickly snatched the cards back, grinning. “This should be loads of fun.” He looked excitedly out of the car, then followed Adis out and stretched. He put the deck of cards back into his pocket and smirked, surveying his surroundings.
Tundra stepped out and glanced around at their surroundings. She still couldn't believe she was finally here, and finally off that damn isle. She stood apart from the villain kids trying already to distance herself from them. Maybe she could finally find her place here.
“Tundra, sweetheart, why are standing so far from us? We don’t bite, well, at least I don’t,” Quentin said to her, cackling like a madman. He felt like messing with someone, and she was the perfect target.
Acacia smiled kindly as she stepped out. She tries to stand close to Tundra and looked in false awe.
Tundra let out a sigh and looked over at the Heart's boy. She stayed put and didn't respond knowing he got a kick out of annoying other people and wasn't giving him the satisfaction of doing so.
Emmeline had a wide grin as she exited the car. There was something not terrible about that. Of course, she didn't dwell on it. She was free and she had her magic back!
“Tundra, love, why are you acting so cold?” he asked, taking a step towards her. “It’s as if you’re frozen there. Maybe you could chill out a little.” It was clear he thought he was hilarious.
Tundra felt her power flurry inside of her. She remembered her mother's words about how she couldn't attempt to simply ignore them. Besides she could have a little fun. Instead of responding her fingers danced as a small flurry of snow danced towards the Queen of Heart's son. Hopefully he would stop bothering her now.
“Oh yeah, your powers are back,” Quentin remarked in awe. “That’s so cool!” He laughed a little.
Emmeline held back a small laugh at the bad jokes at Tundra’s expense. ”Don’t be offended, little snowflake, you know he's mad.”
Acacia held back a laugh and looked around at the crowd of people staring at them. She coughed to try and get the other kids attention.