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Since there have not been many new role plays lately, I decided to create a totally unique one. All of the characters in this plot are about the size of an average butterfly or moth, and the characters themselves often get confused with those insects by humans. The characters in this roleplay must have wings, for on their tiny legs they could never get from place to place. All of these creatures live in a huge garden of an old woman who has no idea we exist. There are ponds and garden gnomes and many other items that take part in these fantasy creatures' lives.

Please write a description of your character, including the following items:

- Name
- Gender
- Looks; including wing shape and colors
- Home
- Family backround
- Rich/poor/average
- Personality
- Any magical powers they might posses
and any other information you want to include in the description of your character.

Some items to cover:
The garden acts like a city, with other insects and many plants and trees to hide in and make homes and shops in. The currency used with these faerie-like creatures are what look like shiny pebbles, but are really valuable jewels. (in their terms.) You can make up any enemies that you would like, as long as you keep them somewhat realistic. Besides the flying creatures, life as we know it exists fully. Oh, and please do not give your character all powers. It is not fair to the other players if you have many more powers than them. If you have read all these rules, please say- goofygoober, so I know that you have read them. If you have any suggestions on what to add to these rules or plot, please say so and I will consider.

My Main Character:

Soliel, (pronounced so-LAY,) lives under a stone bench that sits in the corner of the large garden. It is surrounded by trees, and has many rooms which are made from fallen leaves and twigs. She has short black hair, and an asian skin tone. Her shiny hair is fashioned in a bob sort/of look, and she always wears a torn, long, forest green skirt. On her feet are brown slippers, and in her hair a tiara of flowers. Her blouse is a lighter shade of green than her skirt, but she always rolls up the sleeves because she is always working. Although her clothing may look tattered, her wings are elaborate with forest shades of deep red, brown, green, and yellow.
She had never known her parents, but knows that her brother is out in the world somewhere, for he once wrote her a letter on a leaf, and let it blow in the wind. Many many months later, she came across it, finding it was addressed to her. He said in the letter that he would find her someday.
Soliel does not have a very outgoing personality, but does have a kind heart. When someone's roof needs patching she's willing to help. The only powers she has is that she can talk to animals, and has some healing charms that work wonders. However, she rarely get paid for working her wonders, and is quite poor. It's a good thing she only has to feed herself, for she does not have the money to take care of another body in her tiny house.

My other character:

Olivia Sweetheart, is a blonde, curly-haired butterfly/like creature, who is very small compared to the others in the garden. She has a child, named Troy, who is just an infant. She and her son live in a birdhouse that sits in a small willow tree. Most people think that she actually gave birth to Troy, but in truth she saved him from drowning in the pond below the birdhouse- someone tried to get rid of him.

Olivia loves to wear orange and bright colors. Her wings are just like a monarch butterfly's, so she is easily mistaken as one of them. She wears bright shawls and long, flowy skirts, and she always dreses up Troy to match. Although she is quite nice, she has a fairly bad temper and is an awful gossip. If she thinks a child isn't being treated right, she takes him or her in for a couple of days whether their parents like it or not! She is not rich, but is not poor either.
EDIT: sorry, its Olivia, not Oliva. (typo!)

Have fun!!!
(oh, and by the way, you can have more than one character, but please do not create more than three.)

((This sounds very cute and interesting, I'm sure you have an interesting plot in mind for it as well. Oh, and before I forget, goofygoober))

Aranea lives in a hole in a large tree, the rooms are made from pieces of bark and twigs. She has long glittering black hair and very pale skin, her eyes are a very deep blue. She wears a long glittery black skirt, shiny black sandals and a dark blue spaghetti-strap top. Her wings are very unique, they look like torn strips of fabric and are a metallic grey in colour. She is very poor and is considered something of an outcast because of the strange connection and friendship she has with spiders, one of the most feared creatures of the garden. She left home when she was very young and hasn't ever returned. Aranea is very quiet and usually wears a tattered black cloak and travels only in the night. She has a unique connection with spiders, she can summon them to help her and even rides on them sometimes.

Camena lives under a large toadstool in the garden, the rooms are all made from fallen leaves and flower petals. She has shoulder-length unruly red hair which is extremely curly. She wears a black mini skirt with a pale green belt that sits diagonally on it and doesn't really hold anything up. The top is made from dark green velvety fabric and doesn't have any sleeves, the collar and all the way down the middle is covered in white glossy fabric and over the left side this fabric hangs in large wavy layers to her knees. Her arms are bound with dark green fabric which is tied with black ribbon at both ends. She also wears dark brown soft boots which go to just below her knees. Her wings are butterfly shaped and are mainly black and dark green with hints of shiny pale green and white. Camena visits her mother, who lives in a mushroom on the other side of the garden, almost every day. She is very rich because of her amazing musical abilities. Every night dozens gather to hear Camena sing her enchanting songs. Camena is also very friendly and helpful, and is slightly adventurous even though she is rather frail.

Orlly Fellenstar is widely known as a recluse, and rumored to be one of the older beings of the garden. Her home is found in an old boot under the pricklebrush hedge. Few rarely see her, but it is said that her clothing consists of many great black skirts and black blouse speckled with gems that look like stars in a night sky. Still others say she wears grey sheer garments that drape over black silk ribbons that wrap about her body accented with many forms of jewelry. Whispers say her wings are black and purple and shaped like those of a swallowtail butterfly, while other rumors say she has no wings and flies in a nutshell pulled by twin hornets.

What is known for sure about Orlly is that she is not a fairy to be trifled with. Young ones are warned to stay away from her area of the pricklebrush, lest they be captured and cooked for her stew, though the fairys that are brave enough to go to her door have often received healing spells and potions, though this is attributed to Orlly's rare good moods. It is also said that she knows many things about places outside the garden, though rumor has it that there is a price to be paid for her knowledge.

((goofygoober))

{ hehe, this looks fun =D. But the RP board seems more quiet these days... where is everybody? oh and goofygoober. We need more guys, I'll play as one =). }

My Bio

Raymond is a young teenager around the age of 15. He is not too fond of his name, so he prefers it shortened to just "Ray". His almost-black, not-too-short hair flows straight down from a centerpoint on his head. Generally, Ray likes to wear a comfortable, typical white shirt (a little torn at the sleeves) and usually blue pants. He also wears something that resembles a blue belt, except that one end is perched on his shoulder instead of his waist. His wings are transparent and quick, like the wings of a dragonfly. However, they do not have too many scales, and the colours of the rainbow can be seen when light is refracted from them.

Raymond lives with an older brother, high in the leaves of a tree, bound tight with some substance to keep it waterproof. His parents died mysteriously when they were still young, and his brother now works to keep them both alive. His brother is not too successful at his work, however, and as a result, they are not too rich.

Raymond has large, bright, brown eyes, which seem to see far away, and he seems to have a gift of archery--he can hit a target from a distance easily. Raymond is on the quiet side, but, being only a young teenager, he is dreamy and playful as well. He will stand up for anything that he believes in, and he is actually very hopeful. He finds it a little difficult to make friends, though.

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Secondary Bio

Roy, Raymond's older brother, is an adult the age of 20. His hair is more brown than Raymond's, and is generally seem longer and thicker. Roy is tall for his people, and is quite muscular. Like Raymond he is usually seen wearing a comfortable white shirt, but, preferring brighter colours, he wears red shorts. His wings are similar to his brother's, like a dragonfly's, but his wings are usually more energetic, and are fairly straight unlike his brother's, which usually curve downwards.

Roy works at a potion shop, helping make different kinds of magic formulas. Actually quite knowledgeable about his subject, one would expect him to be quite successful at his job. However, that is not the case--his boss sort of dislikes him. However, as not many are knowledgeable about this subject, he still gets a relatively good pay.

Roy has black, warm eyes, but they are not big like his brother's. He is a relatively cheerful, caring and friendly young man--he finds it easy to make friends, but he can be quite stubborn and ignorant at times.

{ I may add more to this bio, and I probably will add his brother sometime, as well }

((this is a nice new idea =) good job! goofygoober.))

((oh and DB! you're back from the dead! nice to see you round here!))

Beatrice Azaleathye is a petite young woman (about 19ish). She prefers to go by "Bee" a childhood nickname that can be attributed to her wings. They are thick, healthy, and shiny expansive black and yellow wings with the pattern of a swallowtail butterfly. She has short golden blonde hair (a pixie like cut, cropped off just at her chinline). It has a wavy almost crimped look to it and is very shiny. Her eyes are bright sparkling green with golden brown mixed in and she has pale skin that does not burn much in the sun but does freckle easily. Generally she is seen wearing a simple black sphaghetti strap tank top with black beads along the edges and a knee-length flowy chiffony bright yellow skirt. She also wears a black choker, black bangles, and at times black barrettes in her hair. She wears simple black slippers or tennis shoes, depending.

Bee lives in a lilac bush that grows along the back fence of the garden. It is quite a large and rambling bush and many others live there as well, in their own private apartments of course. (think middle class apartment building, nice and spacious, but not too nice or too spacious). Thin twigs woven between the branches of the lilac bush provide walls and a roof. They are tightly woven and then coated in thick pond silt from the deepest part of the pond so that they are weathertight.

She lives alone, having recently moved out from her family home. Her parents recently retired to a pond-front property, a spectacular and durable rock home within walking distance of the waterfall. As they are only a middle-class family of average wealth, this was the ultimate culmination of their hardworking lives, and there is some but not a lot of money left for Bee. While they are happy for her to visit, she is trying to make it on her own. She has no siblings.

Somewhat happy-go-lucky, Bee also has a serious, contemplative side to her. She would like to be a dancer, but has to be satisfied with her job at an advertising agency. She is already a junior executive designer, being very artistic, and makes enough money to support herself. On the side she does some freelance writing for the newspaper and occaisonally works on the novel she is attempting to write in her "spare time."

Bee has no particular magical powers, however when she did not have to work she excelled greatly at dancing as a child. Her talent was really quite extraordinary and could be even considered magical as she was one of the few to ever achieve the ability to dance in the air as if she was dancing on the ground. While most of the inhabitants of the garden have the ability to fly and do it well, Bee took flying to the extremes and did things in midair that should have needed gravity or some sort of outside force to work. At times, Bee secretly practices her dancing in the hours just before dawn out in the clear space over the lilac bush.

((ok, I know we probably need and could have more characters, but I'm going to get this thing started.))

Soliel tucked her thin black hair behind her ears, concentrating hard on the task in front of her; a large daisy was growing right in the doorway to her home. She was using a sharp rock to try to dig out the roots, but she wasn't making much progress. As she struggled with the plant, her slippers became muddier and dirtier, for it had rained slightly that morning. She had even slipped once or twice, landing her back straight in the mud. "If I can slip around so easily in this mud, why can't this dumb flower just slip out of the ground and into my hands?" she muttered to herself. She gave it an extra hard tug, and with just her luck, the plant stayed planted firmly in the ground and Soliel once again found herself sitting in the mud. "I give up!" she yelled at the plant, and fully exasperated, she stormed around the plant and back into the house.

Once inside the door, (a large piece of bark,) she took off her muddy slippers, and tried to wipe off her skirt and wings. Not suceeding, she gave up on that too, and layed down on her straw bed, looking up at the tall stone ceiling. She shivered in her wet, muddy clothes, but eventually fell asleep, for trying to pull out that darn daisy had greatly fatigued her.

Soliel woke to rain once again spitting out onto the roof of her home. It slaped the stone bench, and ran off the sides. "Uh, oh..." she said out loud to herself, "if this keeps up, my house will flood!"

Too late.

Her nicely hatched rugs, made from dried weeds and grass, were now soggy and wet, and her precious stitches were falling apart. Although no moisture was falling from the ceiling, much was gushing through the flimsy bark door. She quickly shook her wings dry, and flew up top the hammock/loft. Thankfully, it was still dry. She grabbed the precious leaf, which held the letter from her brother, and the tiny pot that held her life savings.

It was a good thing she was wearing all the clothing she owned, for she wouldn't have had enough hands to carry them too. It was awkward enough as it was. This was her first rainy season living under the bench, and she hadn't even thought about the flooding factor. Once out the door, (the piece of bark was now floating down the trail,) Soliel rose into the air. She had met no neighbors. But perhaps that was because they were smart enough not to live so close to the ground. Maybe now would be a good time to meet some new people.

The earth tones in her cloak and wings blended in with the trees surrounding her, but soon she came to a patch of wild, light purple flowers- she stuck out like a sore thumb. She quickly dove into the flowers, to find herself in the room of a small blonde haired lady, who wore quite a bit of black, but an amazingly bright yellow skirt.

"Sorry to intrude like this, but my house is flooded, whereas yours seems nice and dry." Soliel looked at the puzzled woman, then fluttered her wings, in an attempt to dry them out. In doing this, she accidentally knocked a bottle of green liquid on a shelf, which then emptied out onto the floor. "Miss, I am so sorry!" She bent over to try and clean up thye mess she made, and in doing this, she dropped her pot on her toe. She grimaced, than said through her teeth, "This just isn't my day!"

Camena quickly flew to her home, dodging large raindrops as she went. Diving through her front door, and slamming it behind her, the songstress let out a deep sigh of relief. She shook out her soaked curls and quickly walked to her bedroom to get changed into dry clothes. She pulled on a comfy pastel pink sweater and a pair of white trackpants.

Camena suddenly squeaked in surprise. A tiny raindrop had just landed on her nose. Looking up she immediately groaned, "Oh no! Now's not the time for something to have eaten into the toadstool." She quickly ran into the kitchen and grabbed a large nutshell bowl, racing back into her room she placed the nutshell on the floor directly below the gap in the toadstool.

((Hehe, thanks Lilac. It's good to be back!))

The roll of thunder overheard provoked another very small person from her own dwelling. As the rain fell and began to wash through the dirt it pooled about beneath the hedge. Though the ancient boot sat in a shallow gully beneath the prickly branches, the mulch and fallen leaves stood as the lip of a basin about it, redirecting the water. A few leaks had sprung here and there in the makeshift dam, as the diminutive individual made her way up the muddy slope. A black cloak and hood made from fallen rose petals shed the water, though the person wearing them was nearly knocked to the ground as a particularly fat raindrop rolled off a leaf and splattered against her rain wear.

Stepping just outside the reletive safety of the hedge, she extended a hand, holding an acorn cap, and caught a single raindrop in the tiny bowl. Drawing it back to herself she poked the translucent surface of the blob of water, gazing into its depths.

"Floods," she grumbled, looking up at the grey angry sky, "You're early this year." So saying she turned back into the hedge, slipping the acorn bowl back under her cloak, and snatching a few low hanging leaves on her way. These she added to her small dam, to stop the leaking, and then trudged down the muddy slope. Despite what any observer might have thought, she was actually in high spirits. The most unpleasent times of year for others, were often the most prosperous for Orlly Fellenstar.

{ forgive my bad grammar/vocab. I am really tired after volunteering. I changed my profile a bit, too. }

Raymond sat quietly on the tree branch which ran along the backside of his home, hidden in the trees. His head leaning against the back of his house of leaves, he closed his eyes, happily daydreaming. He thought about warriors and magic and giant people who lived elsewhere. Smiling faintly, his thoughts turned to his family, his smile gradually evaporating. Why had his parents decided to just mysteriously disappear? He felt his eyes water, and he said to himself, No, you're not going to cry again. You said to yourself that you got over this a long time ago. Besides, big brother wouldn't want you to cry. A solitary tear flowed down, but no more.

A clap of thunder sounded from above, and Raymond looked hopefully towards the sky. While most people detested the rain, he actually enjoyed rainy days. Through the leaves above him, he could see raindrops snaking their way towards the ground. Smiling happily, he took the bow that his brother had made for him, and an arrow made from a splinter of wood, and shot it up into the raindrop, laughing as the cool, refreshing water hit him.

Bee looked at Soleil with surprise, wondering immediately where the girl had come from (and also seriously relieved that the girl had plummetted through an easy to replace wax-paper skylight, and not her expensive-to-maintain-if-she-damaged-it-and-didn't-want-to-tell-her-landlord roof.

Luckily, unlike some other things on Bee's shelves, the green liquid was just a perfume, tinted slightly for effect. Bee had been experimenting with perfume-making (in her "spare time" of course). This one wasn't awful, but it certainly had not been up to par in terms of selling it or giving it as a gift. The scent-almost-stench billowed out into the air and spread through the house. Bee grabbed a towel from the kitchen and began wiping the mess up before she said a word.

"I'm Beatrice Azaleathye, but please, call me Bee," she said to the shivering girl who stood before her. Bee motioned to the foot Soleil had dropped her a pot on, "Are you okay? I hate it when that happens. And please, come sit by the stove and I'll bring you a towel to dry off with and brew you some tea. We can't have you catching a cold."

Bee pulled up a chair for the intruder and bustled off to find a clean towel and the teakettle etc. She felt like a mother, which was slightly disturbing to her, seeing as she was only nineteen and certainly had not even met anyone near suitable for marriage. At this point she also finally realized she had not inquired after the girl's name.

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{ I have a question. Do the smaller kids have to go to school? And I sort of made up some stuff up here and down there, tell me if any of this is not allowed... }

Roy sat at the counter of the shop, talking to one of the customers, an old lady who's wings were starting to shrivel up. Giving her the red potion she wanted, he motioned to the chair. "Sit down and stay in the shop. It's dangerous outside, the raindrops might fall on you."

He glanced outside the little space which served as a window, where he saw many fat--and dangerous--raindrops falling. He sighed. He had promised Ray he'd be back home early today so they could go outside and have something to eat together. I hope he won't be mad, he thought to himself. Raymond was probably sitting on the porch, shooting the raindrops with his bow so that they sprayed all over him. He smiled. He always did that.

"Why're you looking out the window like that?" the old lady asked, "d'ya have some children to look after?"

Roy glanced towards her, then looked back out the window. "Nope," just my brother." He hesitated, before turning around and going back into the interior of the shop to help with the making of another potion.

{sorry, i was going to post now, but I am getting kicked off the computer- again. Oh, and make up whatever you want, school, and anything else you can come up with.}

{ *kicks everyone* come on guys, this just started }

Raymond went back inside after a while, his heart thumping with excitement and happiness. He loved doing that, shooting the big raindrops that would fall down. He sat down on the sofa made with bark, and a few leaves to make it soft. He glanced outside the window at the path that Roy usually took back home. Where was he? he thought, [i]he promised me he'd be back at this time to go out for dinner. Glancing at the raindrops outside, he considered staying inside, but on second thought, decided to go to his brother's shop and surprise him. He'd have to go underground, though, it was way too dangerous outside. He hoped the underground tunnel that his people used to get to different places wasn't clogged with wet mud. He put on a raincoat made out of fresh leaves, and headed outside.

{ again, I made up quite a lot, so webkitty, tell me if you want something changed because it doesn't fit in your world, ok? }

MY BIO

Eithne; the outsider. The petite faerie-girl lives not in the lush garden, but in the hollow of a lightning-struck tree outside the garden borders. The tree in question is charred and dead, with large scars covering it from lightning-strike. It is rumoured to be the source of evil Magicks, and thus generally avoided by the faerie-like people.

Eithne's skin is deathly pale, her eyes stormy, piercing grey. Locks of deep navy--almost black--fall to her lower back. These fall perfectly stright, with the exception of the slightly wavy streaks of silver. Her wings are quite large by comparison; navy blue with silver speckles scattered across. They have the general shape of a butterfly wing, but their coloring gives the impression that a patch of the night sky has been attatched to Eithne's back. Classic garb consists of a simple, sleeveless lace up bodice of some dark hue over a lighter-colored shirt with long, flowing sleeves and a long, flowing skirt of the same color as the bodice. A lightly colored gauzy ribbon serves as a belt, the free ends dangling behind, nearly to her bare feet.

No one but she knows where she comes from or who she is; only that she is poor. She is known to the inhabitants of the garden as the Witchgirl or, more commonly, the Nightwitch. The only 'family' she posesses is her sole companion, and an odd one for a being of her type. She has befriended a small cat, name of Star. A short-furred cat of midnight black, with fierce, grey-blue eyes.

What little interaction the garden inhabitants have had with her has left them with the impression that she is quiet, myterious....and fierce. It is not a false impression.

Nearly her sole cause of interaction with others is her magic, for Eithne is a powerfully magical being. Not to say that her magic ispowerful, but she has more of it than most. The greatest manifestation of her power is extreme empathy which, among other things, gives her the power to 'read minds' in her own way.


||Goofygoober. If there's anything you want changed, say so. I'm so in love with this character...

Picture reference for the haistyle and wings here.||

LilEdit: Changed to a link because it was stretching out the page.

Bee glanced out the window and gasped.

"Oh, blast," she said, loudly. Dusk was falling. And she still had to pick up her mother's cough medicine from the potion shop.

Bee dashed back to the room where Soleil was waiting and handed her the towel. "I'll be right back," she said, hurriedly tossing an extra twig on the fire in the stove and clanging around the kitchen, filling a teapot with water and herbs and setting it atop the stove to heat up.

"You're welcome to stay here, just take the kettle off the stove and pour yourself a glass when it starts whistling," Bee told the girl, slightly worried about leaving the strange poor little thing in her kitchen. But it was pouring outside and what if she had nowhere else to stay? And Bee was just plain soft-hearted, and she knew it.

She slipped into her pine-needle woven rain-cloak and tossed a wooden water bucket under the skylight where raindrops were filtering through the hole in the waxed paper every minute or so.

At least I can get some more waxed paper at the potion shop as well, she thought to herself. The weather was bad, and she really should have taken an underground route, but it would take too long to take the stairs down five floors through the lilac bush, and she had to get there before they closed.

For once, her dancing abilities were useful, and she dodged raindrops with agility. She knew if she was hit she'd be knocked to the ground or worse. Perhaps the whole expedition hadn't really been worth the risk. Too bad that was an afterthought and not a before-thought.

Thankfully the rain had let up a bit, and she made it safely to the door, crashing through it out of the weather. She was relatively dry thanks to the pine-needle coat, but it was drenched due to the spray from colliding rain drops and such. Her hood had fallen back and so her hair was sopping wet and dripping, plastered to her cheeks. Her slippers were in bad repair. She hoped she could rehabilitate them.

Bee went up to the counter and hoped they were still open for business, ringing the little bell for service. She noticed the elderly woman sitting inside the shop, as as she waited and gently fanned her wings to dry them, she took care to keep from splattering the somewhat frail looking lady.

"Good evening, ma'am," Bee said, smiling at her.