so you can roleplay as any Disney character or their offspring, but instead of royal island and villain island, it's just earth, but most villains are locked away in prison (excluding Hades and the Evil Queen and all the villains who died(If Gaston secretly survived the fall somehow, he wouldn't go to prison), or didn't technically break any laws), and each prince/king/princess/etc. has their own kingdom, including the Evil Queen. I find it a bit more logical and/or accurate, cuz that's me.
when you create a character plz fill this out:
Name:
Gender:
Parents (both):
Other:
Here's mine:
Name: Hank Hatter
Gender: M
Parents (both): (Father) Mad Hatter; (Mother) some obscure wonderland citizen who I hope he was married to;
Appearance: stout, mostly skin-and-bones. Ratlike face.
Other: only mildly crazy. Has an eighteen inch tall top hat that's navy blue and he wears it everywhere, he stuck a big four-leaf clover into it long ago, and it is yet to fall out.
This kinda looks interesting, can i join?
Hank stumbled into the bar with a green cape over his shoulder and his famous hat on his head, obviously drunk. "Nooooo oooone FIGHTS LIKE GASTON! no one lights like Gaston!" He fell over, suddenly ending his song.
Name: Revan Grimhilde
Gender: Male
Parents (both): The Evil Queen and someone Unknown
Other: Has a tattoo of a knife going through an apple on his left forearm, and a Tattoo of a shattered mirror on his right shoulder blade. But they are usually covered by his t shirt and leather jacket.
Revan looked over and heard him walk into the bar before he saw him. When the guy fell over making it clear that he was horribly drunk Revan scoffed and looked towards him, "Usually people come to a bar to get drunk, not walk in already drunk."
Dusting himself off, Hank stood up and saw Grimhilde staring down in disgust at him. "Your Majesty, Prince Raven!" He said with an exaggerated bow.
"Yeah, it's me… Now stop that." Revan winked then shook his head at the bowing and looked away and drank his water. He didn't feel like drinking anything other than that yet.
"I'll take…" Hank leaned against the bar, his hat beginning to tip over his eyes. "Something strong!" he concluded proudly before falling over unconscious.
"Um… No. No, he won't. He'll have water and something light to eat." Revan said to the Bartender and rolled his eyes upon seeing him unconscious.
(The bartender is an opening if you wanted an opportunity! hint hint)
(there were two other people who wanted to join, so there's that if they wanted an easy opening. no offense.)
(ok, also no offense taken. I just had no understanding.)
After a few seconds Hank popped up like a spring. "I'm awake! What happened?" He showed no sign of being entirely drunk less than half a minute ago.
"Hello again." Revan smiled. "You seemed to have blacked out." Then he sipped his water.
"Again?" He pulled off his hat and stuck his arm shoulder deep into it. "Where is it? Where is it? GOTCHA!" He pulled his arm out with a dark green glass bottle in his hand.
After a slow sip out of the bottle, he pressed a hand to his forehead. "I thought I told you to stop talking!" he said to apparently no one.
Name: Quinn Hart
Gender: Male
Parents (both): Queen of Hearts and a random unknown
Other: has a tattoo of a broken, black heart on his left shoulder blade. Has shaggy black hair and red eyes. Tall, with a thin, lithe form.
"Honestly sir… You need help." Revan said to him then mumbled to himself "I'm surrounded by lunatics…"
Quinn came swaggering into the bar, ordering a drink. He glanced over at the male who was, apparently, talking to no one in particular. He sighed. "This place always attracts the crazies." He muttered, taking a sip.
Hank seemed to take personal offence and the quiet comment. "Not crazy! Mad!" He laughed a nasally high-pitched laugh and took another gulp out of the bottle, sitting down on the floor.
