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@kingofallgypsies
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outofpuppets;
So it’s been almost three years since I was active on this account and a lot has happened. This mun got married and has settled down with an amazing man. ♡
However, with life being busy, I found myself missing my writing as this character. He brings out the little shit in me.~
So come at me with questions, threads, anything!
Hush, and Clopin will tell you
Her feet feel tired, probably bruised by the pebbles on the streets, but the little pile of coins she’s earned by the end of the day makes it worth the effort. For someone like her, who could only dance and do a few tricks, she had to rely on all her abilities to get by every day.
It doesn’t take long to find Clopin, surrounded by children as he speaks of the same tales he once shared with her. With a rather amused smile, the gypsy girl waits for him to finish the story, allowing herself to dwell for a moment in the nostalgic memories of her childhood.
“I haven’t heard that one in a long time.” a chuckle. “It must be difficult, to remember all those stories all the time.”
He had ended his tale with grand gestures that sent the children into giggling fits, scampering this way and that to return to their families. The man chuckled to himself with a shake of his head only to find that one member of his audience remained. "Ah, mon Esmeralda! I'm sure that sent your mind reeling back to childhood..." he winked from his little window and soon exited out the side of his wagon.
The man rose a brow at her question and merely waved of the idea of it being difficult. "Well when you're as good as I am, it's not that hard. Even if these old bones are not what they used to be..." He rolled his shoulders back to work out the tension while moving his head from side to side. He was pushing thirty yet at times he felt much older. The years hadn't taken too kindly to this gypsy king. "I'd say let's take a walk, but you might have to carry me..." He groaned and came to rest his forehead onto her barren shoulder -- allowing his arms to dangle down in exhaustion.
"What makes a monster and what makes a man?"
Maybe you’ve heard of that mythical place Called the Court of Miracles Hello, you’re there!
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My muse is a jerk. My muse likes to play with peoples emotions. My muse isn’t always going to be friendly. My muse may just backstab your muse. This does not mean I am my muse. Thank you.
• For starters, this is a para role play blog meaning that I do have rather long responses and would enjoy a good thread between our characters. Literacy is important, however, I understand that...
outofmischief: I didn't want to have to make one of these, buuut it happened. I did the thing.
Come one, come all See the finest girl in France Make an entrance to entrance
Of Black Cats & Parlor Tricks; {Clopin & Rumpelstiltskin}
The cat, of course, had no intention of listening to him, but instead slowly walked inside, like the damn creature owned the place. He sighed as his magic closed the doors behind him, knowing it wouldn’t be that easy to get the animal out of his sight. Not that he didn’t like animals, far from it, he loved them, had even owned a dog or two through his lifetime…he just didn’t want them near him. Especially not cats. Walking over to where the cat had jumped up, on the table in the great hall where he used to take his tea, he groaned slightly. Only Belle was allowed to sit on the table, not some dirty, lost cat owned by a peasant…speaking of which, perhaps he should ask her to deal with the creature? Surely she knew how to get a cat out of a castle? Then again, how pathetic wouldn’t it be of the Dark one to ask help of his caretaker because of a damn cat!? “I have no rats in my castle, whatever you are looking for, you won’t find here. Now please, shoo” he said, once again gesturing for it to at least jump off the table. As the cat began to try to hit him with it’s paw he moved slightly away from it, making a disgusted face towards it, before mirroring the cat’s movements by making the same gestures, hoping it would realize just how damn stupid it was…though he suppose he was the one who truly was that, not knowing what the hell to do with a cat in his home.
He didn't take kindly to being poked fun at, flattening those ears back as a small growl rumbled in the back of this throat. Clopin wanted nothing more than to speak out his predicament, but that wasn't the case. The cat then seemed to sigh through his nose and came to rest on his side. 'Oi, this is going to be harder than I imagined...' he thought to himself while thumping that tail against the table top. At any rate, he supposed invading the Dark One's home could be an option until the curse broke. Even if that did mean playing the role of some pet.
His caravan would worry of his whereabouts, but this was not the first time he'd disappeared for days on end. Clopin could only hope nothing bad would happen in his absence. Darkened eyes lifted to meet with the wizard's face and was forced to play the 'keep me' card -- rolling over onto his backside with a soft mewl. This was humiliating, however, the gypsy king was running out of options.
I’m pretty sure this must have happened at least once ;)
Tagged by Spinnerofgold;
|| The Basics ||
Name: Clopin Trouillefou Nickname(s): Clo, Thief (Given to him by the guards, of course), Brother, my king... Age: 30 Species: Human
|| Personal ||
Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic||| Good / Neutral / Evil Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility /Kindness / Patience /Justice Primary Goals In Life: To protect his caravan and remain a good leader Languages Known: English and French Secrets: Master of secrecy. Quirks: Talking to his puppets, over-dramatic hand gestures, messing with his goatee Savvies: Storytelling, Singing, Performing, Parlor tricks, Assaulting guards
|| Physical ||
Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other Height: 5’8 Weight: 144 lbs Scars/Birthmarks: He has many across his backside Abilities/Powers: The gift of song is strong in this one and he can put on quite the show Restrictions: He is but a man and could easily be a victim of death which would leave his people unprotected
|| Favorites ||
Favorite Food: Janija, a tomato-based beef and vegetable stew that is eaten with bread Favorite Drink: Wine Favorite Pizza Topping: I'd imagine he'd like the kick from pepperoni's Favorite Color: Purple Favorite Music Genre: He enjoys the flamenco guitar and any sort of beat he can really move to. Favorite Book Genre: Comedy, Performing Arts Favorite Movie Genre: Also comedy, action, horror Favorite Season: Fall Favorite Butt Type: An existing one Favorite Swear Word: Merde Favorite Scent: Fireside, Incense, Sweets Favorite Quote: "We find you totally innocent. Which is the worst crime of all...SO YOU'RE GOING TO HANG!" - Clopin Trouillefou
|| Fun Stuff ||
"Boss" Theme Music: "Chasing Tail" by Henry Jackman (X) Bottom or Top: Top, good luck getting him on bottom Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: Loud Sings In The Shower: Of course Likes Bad Puns: Enjoys them even though he's the one that says them half the time.
Their Opinion On The Mun: “A complete nutter that is hot-headed and doesn't let themselves be walked upon by others. They're incredibly stubborn and put me through hell at times, yet there's something charismatic about them. They can't be serious and joke around too much...ack, we're two peas in a pod I hate to admit."
Tag people!: Guys, do this: singingwithoutfail, chxcolatier, beautyofstorybrooke, lxttledxncer, necessaryxdelinquency,
Of Black Cats & Parlor Tricks; {Clopin & Rumpelstiltskin}
If there was one person in this world that could help with the gypsy king's current predicament, it was Rumpelstiltskin. A master of magic and spinner of deals. There were all kinds of stories spreading through out the town and he evened used a few for his shows, but he never imagined seeking the Dark One out for help. Surely he could remove something as simple as an animal curse. Clopin had a run in with a mysterious stranger that led him into holding the form of a feline with the blackest of furs and a temper to match. He bounded across the damped grass from the afternoon's earlier down pour -- lowering his ears in distaste at this whole situation. Those legs carried him on for ages it felt like until he arrived in front of a castle shrouded in darkness. His eye sight had been improved with this form as those pupils remained expanded to adjust to the night. Clopin's voice had been stolen and replaced with a yowl as he pawed at the large, metallic doors. It irritated him more than anything to of lost his ability to speak -- emitting a low growl and pacing back and forth with a flick of his tail.
How am I even going to explain myself? This is just fantastic...
Bitter Sweet; {Clopin & Willy Wonka}
November. How had the year gone so quickly ?? As Willy Wonka sat in his study, high up in one of the towers of his factory, he keenly observed his business charts and paperwork. Sales were up, distribution was up, and his creativity and inspiration was at its highest for years. Quite literally, it seemed nothing could bring him down. A small cup of strong tea sat steaming on his desk, his hat and cane tossed neatly to the side and, leaning back, a satisfied sigh rolled past his lips. Things were going good, and he finally felt confident enough to say it.
Some time later, how much he could never be exact. Time seemed to fly by for the chocolatier, especially when he came to be jotting down new ideas for the upcoming season. Dancing candy canes !! Singing chocolate snowmen !! Flying gingerbread reindeer !! Christmas, after all, was only around the corner, and already he could smell the delicious treats emitting from the parchment. It was bliss, really, a sort of happiness that no one else could ever really understand. Well, perhaps Charlie was starting to understand, but he was still young. Another flash of thought passed his violet eyes, however stopped by the ringing of an alarm to his right. Annoyed, he huffed, setting his pen down and picking up the phone.
”Mmhm ?? Mmmhm - - - what ?? Bring him up here right away, and do not let him out of your sight. I won’t have a thief loose in my factory, and who knows how many others he may have with him.”
With the crack of the phone being put down came a sick sense of dread to Will’s stomach. No. Things were going too good, he couldn’t be plagued with thieves again, he just couldn’t. Swallowing hard and regaining himself, he rached over for his hat and replaced the gloves on his hands. He was a master at his craft, and wouldn’t be downtrodden by some lowlife chancer.
Some minutes later the door swung open slowly, the man in question being led in by a guard of Oompa Loompas. They would be thanked in time, but the candy maker’s attention was all on him.
”Well ?? Who are you ??”
He rounded a corner to look for some sort of way in from the back only to be spotted by a group of rather short looking, odd fellows clad in red suits. Clopin's body tensed up and he whirled around away from them to make a run for it, however, there was another swarm closing in on him. Before he knew what was happening, several tiny hands and arms grabbed at his form in an attempted capture. "Oh come on, I was just looking around a bit!" The gypsy king snapped while narrowing his eyes in frustration at what was happening. It was very unlike his character to of been defeated so easily, but he was miles away from home and didn't have familiarity on his side. These beings were strange to him and certainly had him out numbered.
Clopin jerked this way and that as they led him between the large doors and into this bizarre, sweet alluring place. He stopped his struggling for a moment to take in his surroundings. This corridor seemed to go on for miles and the gypsy gazed down at the red carpet beneath him while swallowing down an awkward lump that formed in his throat. Those ebony eyes then met with a pair of rather fancy shoes and traveled up to meet the man's face that questioned him. Clopin rose a brow, merely scoffing at this well dressed stranger and tugging himself free.
"Look, what's it to you who I am, Monsieur Top Hat?"
The man dusted himself off a bit and came to fold his arms across his chest with a shrug. "I don't have the slightest idea why your little minions brought me in here when I was just taking a look around at your----what is this place exactly?" Clopin didn't really expect this man to understand why he would choose to steal from this place and chose not to admit his attempted theft. Perhaps he could gather up more information about this building if he played his cards right.
hxyapuddin started following you;
--- -- "Well it's always nice to see someone else in such festive attire.~"
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