#morbidmouserp

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EMMIE ACCEPTED! Welcome to the Tragic Kingdom

1. OOC Name and Age: Ashton, 20

2. Character Desired:Emmie Hanson

3. Activity (1-10): 10+

4. Time Zone:EST

5. Did you read the rules?: Yes

6. Any Questions, Comments, or Concerns?: Nahh just that the 9th till August 10th I'll have a second job so I won't be on as much.

7. Sample Para (can be IC or OOC, at least two paragraphs):

(Is it okay that I'm using a para for another character. If not  message me and I'll write one up one for Em.)

Rachel sat on a the hospital bed playin her guitar, waiting. “La-lala-la lala-love life. What’s that?” she sung “ERRH! Can’t we just get the round of Chemo done already?” she asked the nurse at her bedside. She just smiled an finished filling out her charts “I wish Trevor was here. At least he would talk to me.” she stuck her tongue out at the nurse walked out. Rachel began to play again. She want to be back in the studio, on tour with her fans, but for the next week she was stuck in a hospital bed.

She look our her Iphone and twitted “Hospitals suck, only good thing about this is that I have a lot of free time to write new songs. Love you guyz :)” her phone buzzed a couple of times to tell her people retweed her or replied to her. Rachel read them all, answer a few but when back to playing. She wasn’t gonna let her, her band, or her fans down.

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Just FYI

We're holding off on publishing more characters, just because we have so many fabulous ones that should be taken.

The ONLY exception is if someone requests an FC and reserves it, then we'll make a bio and publish it.

Otherwise apply for our characters! Current players can have multiple roles, they just need to submit an application. :)

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Any Male FCs You'd Like to See?

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Cassidy Franklin has been reopened!

You know what this means...

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Plenty of Open Characters

Quality FC's for a quality rp!

Check us out and apply!

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CASSIDY ACCEPTED! Welcome to the Tragic Kingdom

1. OOC Name and Age: Jordan, 17. I see that you have another Jordan so.. We'll find a nickname for me somehow xD

Gurrrl, you KNOW we will! :D

2. Character Desired: Cassidy Franklin

3. Activity (1-10): 8

4. Time Zone: Central

5. Did you read the rules?: Yes :)

6. Any Questions, Comments, or Concerns?: I've never actually been to Disneyland xD but I've been to Disney World like five times. I'll stalk park maps and stuff to get caught up :)

7. Sample Para: Rose had been locked out the first time she had ever tried to get into the common room by herself. It was her first year at Hogwarts, of course, and she had come back from the library in a rather awful mood. Someone had thought it a great idea to make fun of her hair, and she had gotten really mad at them. She had raised her voice at the kid, a self-defense mechanism for the witty, yet fast redhead, which earned her a scornful look from the librarian, a woman she had actually liked very much. And that was almost worse than a detention, really. (Even at eleven Rose could understand she was overreacting, but it wasn't just this; it was everything lately and she had become stressed.) Nonetheless, she was a little on wit's end by the time she reached the Ravenclaw tower. She didn't know what came over her. She usually only yelled at James or Fred when they did something particularly rude to her. Then again, though, that boy had really hurt her. She sighed, looking up at the knocker, waiting for the riddle. Maybe she had blocked it out or something, because for the life of her she couldn't remember that riddle. It was an easy one, actually. One of the easiest the door could have given her; it had probably gone easy on her since it was her first time attempting the door. It had something to do with words but no mouth- the answer was "a book" but she was at a loss at that moment. She was tired and fed up and for the first time in her life, she was too stressed to think (a place where she would frequently visit after this mishap, though she knows of its existence and hates this weakness). The important thing was that she just didn't even attempt it. She waited for an upperclassmen to come up after a late night of snogging, and he graciously opened the door and allowed her in. It was nice enough, but she was humiliated, and disappointed. The second time she faced the door alone, she was back to being quick on her wit. Like now. Sixth year Rose Weasley faced the door, as tired as she was back in her first year. The unwanted memory came back to her, but she pushed it right back out. Knowing of the past did not condemn you to repeat it, and she gave it that much. She was always on alert after that. She looked up at the beautiful bronze knocker and rang it once, waiting for the riddle sure to come. "What is the antidote to every poison?" Almost at once the word Bezoar begged to escape her lips; she held it, though, racking her brain to be sure. Didn't they say it wasn't an answer to everything? She was pretty sure the potion they had learned about today, coincidentally, was not curable by the goat's stone. So she smiled, finally finding the answer she was quite pleased with. "Galpalotts Third Law: there is no one antidote for every poison." The knocker agreed with her, and let her pass. She knew that the knocker remembered her mishap as much as she did. But she didn't let it bother her. It had actually congratulated her the second time she had faced him. However weird it may be, she liked the door. It was a milestone she had had to overcome. She sighed, sitting down on the gorgeous, dark blue chair beside a table and one of the large windows, an eerie sight at night. It had truly been an exhausting day of patrolling the halls, one of her many tedious prefect's duties. She had lots of homework for the weekend to do, but she decided to do it now. She had nothing planned for tomorrow besides listening to either Anlon or Albus' plans for their day. She just felt like getting it off her hands. She unrolled the parchment from her bag, and began her essay for Potions. She was better at essays than she was making potions, so this was a sigh of relief. She dipped her quill in the dark ink and touched it to paper.

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UNFOLLOW

Cassidy

Her role will be reopened shortly.

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LUCAS ACCEPTED! Welcome to the Tragic Kingdom...

1. OOC Name and Age: Amanda, 19

2. Character Desired: Lucas Johnson

3. Activity (1-10): 8-9 (although the beginning of July I'll be busy because I'm moving states) I hear ya! Just give us a heads-up if you need a hiatus.

4. Time Zone: PST

5. Did you read the rules?: Yep!

6. Any Questions, Comments, or Concerns?: Nope! 

7. Sample Para (can be IC or OOC, at least two paragraphs):

(It's ooc c: ) That's fine, darling! :)

Snow covered her mouth with her pale fingers as she giggled at Flynn’s confident remark. He seemed very full of himself, but no where near like The Queen, and Snow really liked that about him. “And you’re no where near evil, I think.” She kept that same smile on her face. She was glad Flynn had become a friend of hers. He seemed genuine, and she felt very safe whenever he was near. She had hoped that he would stick around for a while. True, the dwarfs are very good friends to her, but it gets tiresome having to look after them all the time. And while they’re away at work, she does happen to get awfully lonely at times.

Snow titled her head as she thought about Flynn’s question. “You know, I don’t think I’ve heard of anything in quite some time. Either the Queen hasn’t found out that the Huntsman never did kill me, or she thought it was better to leave me for dead.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Which is all right with me. I do hope I never run into her again. She’s scary! I don’t know what I’d do.” 

“I think, what you’re thinking of, are ogres.” She smiled. “I heard in a story once that ogres often eat small human beings. Or maybe it was that wicked witch from the story, Hanzel & Gretal.” She let out yet another small giggle. “Oh yes, the dwarfs are very fun indeed! You should have seen how they acted when they washed their hands for the first time!” She then handed Flynn the basket of fruit. “Oh thank you very much. You’re very nice.” She tilted her head as she smiled. She then opened the door to the cottage and showed Flynn inside. “You can just put the basket right over there, on that table. I’ll wash them up and then we can make the pies!” She said as she closed the door behind her.