if i only had a brain

did you see the look on CHARLIE MERLO’s face ? i’ve heard they’re a NEUTRAL GOOD PEDDLER with a reputation for being rather simple & gullible as well as loyal & kindhearted. no wonder they’re known as THE ABSENT-MINDED. they hail from the kingdom of OZ and are a civilian. let’s see how long they’ll last. // closed rp with talehqs

[charliescarecrow]

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“I’m glad I could make your day more exciting,” jack answered with a small grin on his features. he was already starting to be glad he had ran into this stranger out of all the possible people in the world–at least this guy was nice. Not everyone would take getting ran into as positively as him. “And I don’t know if you’d call it a ride but, I was on the wind,” he answered, shrugging, “But the wind can be kind of a jerk sometimes, so I was stuck.” 

He tilted his head, the curiosity again getting the better of him. “isn’t being made out of straw inconvenient?” he questioned, “but I guess it means falling doesn’t hurt as much. you were pretty much like falling into a pile of leaves. so that’s, uh,” he paused, chuckling a bit awkwardly at his wording, “which is pretty cool, is what i’m trying to say.”

"On the wind?” Charlie repeated. “Are you some kinda bird?” He’d never seen a bird that looked like a person before (or one that was so big), but the world was wide and there were plenty of things outside of Oz he’d never seen before. Or maybe he had invisible wings. “At least you’re unstuck now, right? This wind’s strong today. It does seem like a jerk, now that you say that.” 

Being compared to a pile of leaves was oddly complimentary, in this case. “Oh, yeah! Lucky for you. No hard elbows to stab you or anything.” Charlie curved his arms to imitate human joints. “It’s inconvenient, for sure! Straw limbs are clumsy most of the time, and I think my brain’s gone missing?” He tapped the side of his head. “But sometimes it’s cool. Like now.” 

[charliescarecrow]

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One thing that always managed to knock him out of the air was running straight into people, apparently. He sat up with a small groan from where he had been effectively pushed off of the wind, rubbing the back of his head as he looked around to see just who he had to thank for getting him out of that predicament. his mouth, which usually worked faster than his brain on a daily basis, opened before he could stop it, “are you made out of straw?”

he internally cringed at his own exclamation–that wasn’t exactly the nicest thing he could say to the stranger he had just ran into. he cleared his throat awkwardly, standing up to move closer to the stranger, “I mean, uh–sorry for running into you! I couldn’t stop but uh, thanks for not moving? You helped me get off that ride.” he paused, leaning down to grab a handful of straw that tried to fly past him, “oh, here you go? I think this belongs to you.”

It was a person that had knocked into him, seemingly out of-- well, out of nowhere. Like he’d just been blown in on the wind. He seemed super polite about it, though. “Yep,” Charlie replied good-naturedly to the stranger’s original question. “And you’re welcome, for not moving. I’m super good at that. Thanks for knocking me over!” His words were entirely devoid of sarcasm. “Most exciting thing to happen all day.” 

He squinted slightly as if that would help him get a better view of the new person, despite the stranger standing right in front of him. “What kind of ride were ya on, exactly? Oh, thanks.” He took the offered handful of straw and shoved it down the collar of his shirt, patting his chest to move it back into a rough approximation of its place. That seemed to be most of it. 

@mgiclife​

[winxhq]

fingers intertwined with the other’s, a bright smile lingering upon her lips as the young woman met the other’s gaze. music rang through the air, bodies twisting and turning to it’s rythm. ‘ dance with me. ‘ the smell of alcohol lingered on her breath, ‘ please. ‘ adella had always lived by having a good time, wanting to make the most of her limited time beyond the reach of the ocean. dancing in the sea was something different than on land, it had taken her time to get used to having legs, but now that she knew how to use them – nothing was stopping her from thoroughly enjoying herself.

[charliescarecrow]

If he was being honest with himself, Charlie wasn’t particularly sure how he’d ended up here, in this current full of dancing people. Sometimes he couldn’t remember silly things like that. His eyes widened immediately as a young woman intertwined her fingers with his gloved ones and pulled him closer, apparently to dance. “I don’t think I’m who you’re trying to dance with,” he told her loudly over the music, glancing over his shoulder to see if she’d meant to grab someone else and got hold of him by accident. When he turned back to her, though, he smiled broadly. “Dancing sounds like a lot of fun, though. You look like you’re good at it. Are you here with friends? I can help you find them.” 

[snwbllsfrst]

you would think that 300 or so (he never kept track of his age, really, after he figured out he didn’t actually age) years was enough time to figure out what, exactly, he could do with his magic. sure, he knew the basics–ice and snow, cold and freeze. those things were simple; if a kid wanted to go ice skating, all he had to do was touch the lake for it to freeze over. if people hated how hot the summers were, all he had to do was twirl his hand and a cold breeze would wash over the land in a second. 

but the one ability he had never been able to completely control, though, was flying. and, well, it was still the most fun power he had, so it wasn’t like he was going to not use it. even if using it usually ended up in him smacking face first into a tree, or not being able to stop riding the wind when he wanted to, leaving him floundering in the air like a fish out of water… 

and, well, it was in one of those exact situations jack found himself in now. all he wanted to do was ride the wind back towards the seasonal realms–he had visited arendelle just to help their ice business in the summer months–but the winds seemed to have a different plan for him. now he was stuck on a current he didn’t want to be on, not being able to get off, headed straight for– “Watch out!” 

[charliescarecrow]

The breeze was extraordinarily strong today, so much so that Charlie found himself being more or less blown down the hilly path, doing his best to keep his feet on the ground to avoid being swept away entirely. “Whoa there,” he called out to his hat as it whipped off the top of his head and he took a few stumbling steps before he could reach out and grab it again, shoving it back on with gusto. 

Suddenly, he heard someone behind him call out in warning, but it was too late. Bam, and Charlie was knocked to the ground with the force of something slightly stronger than the wind. He never much minded being run into, since it didn’t strictly, you know, hurt. The worst thing that could happen was that bits of his straw body would fly every which way on impact-- which they were, in fact, currently doing. At least he hadn’t lost any limbs - but he had lost quite a bit of chest. “Aww, man,” he said to himself, scrambling on his knees to get up and try to catch the bunches of straw that were tumbling across the grass in the breeze so he could stuff them back in his shirt and go about his way. 

Wait, what had even hit him in the first place? He stopped mid-task to glance up and see what had run into him.

[bcrrcl-blog]

barrel’s form of work wasn’t exactly well liked or even well known. who’d ever heard of a neutral lackey before, but it work for him and not many things did so they were sticking with it for once. something that came along with being a lackey was the fact that they were asked to do things that would be considered morally corrupt or bad but barrel just evens it out by doing stuff for good people. its a good system. today it was a simple thievery, just a necklace his employer wanted. as they stuffed the jewelry into their pocket, their eyes locked with someone else’s. “ nothing to see here… “ 

[charliescarecrow]

Charlie’s eyes were roaming, as they typically did (he was glad that when he turned into a scarecrow, his eyes still worked fine - gosh, that was lucky), when he caught sight of somebody that was shoving some jewelry in their pocket. They looked right at him and said there was nothing to see. Well, that was wrong - there was plenty to see. Charlie blinked. "That looked like a pretty nice necklace,” he replied cheerfully. “But it’s gonna get all tangled up if you keep it in your pocket like that.” 

[charliescarecrow]

a brief intro to CHARLIE (perhaps better known as the scarecrow)

manny jacinto,  24,  cismale,  he/him,  gifted |   did you see the look on charlie merlo’s face ?   they know as well as anyone that a war is coming.   i’ve heard they’re a NEUTRAL GOOD PEDDLER with a reputation for being rather SIMPLE & GULLIBLE as well as LOYAL & KINDHEARTED.   no wonder they’re known as THE ABSENT-MINDED.   they hail from the kingdom of OZ and are a civilian.   i’ve heard that in the land without magic,  their fable is called the wizard of oz.   let’s see how long they’ll last.

hey, it’s tara, I already play victor frankenstein, and now for something very different, I will also be playing the scarecrow, whom i already adore. the info from my app is below: 

so my dude charlie is from oz (obviously). I appreciate the suggestion about a gifted quality playing into his scarecrow-ness, so: his gifted power is that of body modification. a few years ago, he was traveling home at night through the forests of oz and he was attacked by some shadowy creature, so he body-modded his whole body into the first defense mechanism he could think of, something that could be torn apart and he wouldn’t be killed - and since he’d just passed the farms on the edge of munchkinland, he thought of a scarecrow. the unidentified animal/monster/shadow ripped him apart, but he did survive, hooray.

a kind passer-by put his straw-limbs back together the next day, but unfortunately, when he switched to become a scarecrow, his brain was also turned to straw, so he doesn’t quite remember how to turn himself back. It should be instinctual, he thinks, but apparently that’s not how it works. thus: scarecrow.

the scarecrow’s deal in the original is that he always did have intelligence (if not a physical literal brain) and really just didn’t recognize it, so I imagine charlie’ll figure out how to turn himself back without even realizing it, eventually.

he’s incredibly friendly and always used to love his job as a peddler, before he became a scarecrow. he’d roll up to a new town with his cart full of odds and ends and always manage to find the right people who would appreciate them. he typically has a smile on his face and he’s rarely deterred by pessimists or introverts.

charlie has an incredibly useless short term memory, though whether he’s always been that way or it was a result of extended time as a straw man, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. he can get incredibly distracted at times, too. but his heart is always in the right place and he’s supremely loyal to his friends. he wants the world to be a good place but has grown to see that it isn’t, so he’ll do what he can to protect the people who deserve it.

those are the basics !! an epitome of dumbass with a heart of gold, essentially. hit me up for plots if you want, or otherwise I’m going to attack the starter tag tomorrow once I finish writing starters I owe people for Victor xx