Sign Up Les Prince et Les Pauvre [PG-VL]

[Revelation]

[size=1]?Papy, papy!? A small face peered out from behind the newspaper that Monsieur Nikolas Cloutier was reading. The child?s face gleamed with happiness and joy, something so rare to see and whenever this child ran up to Nikolas with his glowing smile, Nikolas couldn?t help but put his newspaper aside and take this child into arms. The strange thing about this child, though, was that he was special, he just didn?t know it.

At the age of ten, Leonell Cloutier stood at the height of five feet and two inches with wild sandy brown hair and blond highlights, glowing round hazel brown eyes, and strange enough, a scar running diagonally on the left side of his neck which started near his ear and ended near his collar bone. Leonell was a vibrant boy who had no recollection of his younger years as a wee babe nor did he remember how he had obtained his scar, but the few things he knew was that he had a love for adventure, imagination, and the unknown. Although for him, there was nothing better than to sit by the fire and listen to his grandfather speak of unknown lands, valiant heroes, and nearly impossible tasks.

?Tell a story, grandpa? Leonell looked at his grandfather as he began to climb onto the sofa and sit next to Nikolas, his grandfather. ?Tell a story, s'il vous plait??

Chuckling, Nikolas took Leonell and covered him with a homemade blanket. The two then became snug in the blanket and Leonell was anxious to hear his grandfather?s story. ?You want to listen to a story?? The grandson nodded his head vigorously; once again Nikolas couldn?t help but chuckle. ?Alright then. How about ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre???

Getting comfortable underneath the blanket, Leonell prepared himself for the wonders this story would bring and did not know what sort of adventure it would become, where it would take him, nor what awaited him, moreover out of all the unknown, something greater awaited him for what he was about to hear wouldn?t just be a story.

[center]+ + + + +[/center]

In another part of France, there lived another boy similar in age and appearance, except differing in personality. This child?s name was Marleon Lefebvre who also was ten years of age standing at five feet and two inches and glowing round hazel brown eyes. Though his hair was sandy brown, it wasn?t wild but tamed and set apart in a somewhat sophisticated look. He also had a scar that ran from near his right ear and ended near his right collar bone on the right side of his neck.

Marleon was in a situation reciprocal Leonell?s- no remembrance of his younger years or of how he had obtained the scar but the things that were certain to him was that he had a love for adventure, imagination, and the unknown. Unlike Leonell, Marleon never had the freedom of sitting by the fire and listen to his grandfather speak of unknown lands, valiant heroes, and nearly impossible tasks. He was taught to become one of the most sophisticated and well-renowned people of the world.

?Grand-mère, may I listen to a story?? Marleon walked up to his grandmother and kneeled by the burning fire that warmed the entire room. She was knitting a scarf while sitting in the rocking chair with a blanket covering her legs. ?Grand-mère, tell me a story, s'il vous plaî.? She put down the knitting needles and yarn aside, taking her adopted grandson into her lap. ?A story? Since you asked so nicely, I think I?ll have to.?

Smiling, Marleon?s grandmother held onto him as she began to rock back and forth in the chair. ?Tonight, I?ll tell you a story of ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre??? Sitting himself comfortably on his grandmother?s lap, Marleon awaited the power of the story, the thrill of the fable, and sat there, waiting to listen closely to the words of the story. He had no idea of the beauty this story possessed, nor did he know the journey it would become, yet most of all, there was not even an inkling of what would await him for what he was about to hear wouldn?t just be a story.

[center]+ + + + +[/center]

Three years later, something evil swept over the country side in France, which slowly began to consume the rest of France, and with it, its people. Terror struck in every home, people feeling too frightened to even step out, fearful of the army of darkness that walked the streets. It was a time of darkness and with that darkness; an army walked along side it. This army was deviant and destructive, taking away children and parents from their homes because they dared to speak the words of fables and stories. Questions were unanswered, rumors were spread, yet the only constant thing that rushed about the people was fear of the Forest and the army who followed the orders of the Dark Lord.

After some time, the people in France slowly began to conjure up some courage and go about their daily routines but dared not to speak the words of any fables or stories for they knew what the consequence was of speaking it. This had begun to deprive children of their imagination and their will to be happy. There was nothing worse for the townspeople than seeing their children unhappy but what could they do? Happiness was only brought by the times of stories and tales, when family sat together and enjoyed a laugh or two from the adventures they could think of from stories told to them but it was taken away into the Haunted Forest, a forest that began to grow with the oncoming darkness.

Soon enough, there was only a handful brave enough to speak of wonderful journeys, courageous heroes, and malicious villains so that they may see their children smile just once. Yet, just as soon as they spoke these words, the army would take them away, leaving behind their family. For Leonell Cloutier and Marleon Lefebvre, as well as the handful of people, what was meant to be a bedtime story had now become a living nightmare.

As time passed by, the Dark Lord and his army ruled France, they took whatever they wanted and even housed themselves in people?s homes. If the people disobeyed the Dark Lord, they were taken to the Forest, which had become detesting and tiring. For many, they wanted to do something but couldn?t. It was out of their hands and they had no knowledge of what to do for only a few had their families to help them and guide them, except for Leonell Cloutier and Marleon Lefbvre but each other. Leonell and Marleon both left their houses and followed the dark army, in hopes that they would be able to save their grandparents but the dark army disappeared just as they came to the edge of the Forest. It was at this moment that the two had come to realize their uncanny likeness, as if they were each other?s reflection. Without guidance and unanswered questions, and a feeling of loss, Marleon and Leonell had to do something, they had to enter the Haunted Forest.

Even though, they wished to enter this dark world, they did not realize the dangers ahead. They didn?t understand the difficulty of the Forest or what lurked within. They couldn?t do it alone, they needed help. And so, upon finding newfound friends who shared an equal goal, the group believed they could enter the Forest and return with them, their loved ones and destroy this evil that had come.

[center]+ + + + +[/center]

[color=#7D8593]I have returned to the world of creating RPS (Role Playing Stories) and with me, I have brought this wonderful new creation, which I would like to call, Les Prince et Les Pauvre. It?s been too long since I?ve written an RPS, so please bear with me. But, without delay, I?d like to get into the FYI part.

Leonell Cloutier (played by me) and Marleon Lefebvre (played by JJ), and possibly five others, have mustered up enough courage to enter the Haunted Forest to find whoever was taken from them. Within the center of the Haunted Forest is the castle of the Dark Lord and inside are the prisoners. Well, you all already know that, so let?s get on with it, shall we?

The beginning point of this RPS starts with your character experiencing the dreadful ritual of taking away anyone who speaks of a tale, story, whatnot. Though others fear the Dark Army, your character feels they must know where they will be headed and so they follow the Dark Army to the edge of the Haunted Forest. Here you shall meet the rest of the group. And from then on, the adventure starts within the Haunted Forest, transforming into a world of fairytales, fables, and more. Think of this as ?The Brothers Grimm?, for those of you who have either seen this movie or know about it.

To not have chaos and confusion, I will post the date and what part of the day it is (i.e.: Night, Dawn, Daybreak, etc.), as well as Key Important things that you, the members, should know. For questions, comments, rants and raves, and whatever?s on your mind, I give you ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre?- The Kingdom in the Adventure Underground. Now then, without further ado, the sign-ups!

[B]Name:[/B] European, French mostly though. Please include any nicknames, if you have one.
[B]Age:[/B] 10-20
[B]Gender:[/B] Male or Female, quite simple really.

[B]Appearance:[/B] Either a picture or a detailed description or both. But keep in mind that this takes place in the 1800s.

[B]Personality:[/B] I would like an arrangement because we all know that children are not always the same. So, in question, ask yourself, is my character fearless or fearful, are they intelligent or a bit slow, etc.

[B]Short History:[/B] You are all children, so there is no need to create an elaborate and long biography, but perhaps there?s something about you that?s special or something that others might need to know.

[B]The Reason:[/B] Why must you go into the Forest? Who was taken from you? Please, don?t just write down ?My parents were taken away. That is why I have to go.? I want more than just parents, give me mentor, give me teacher, give me DEATH! No wait, Give me people!

[B]Writing Sample:[/B] Now is your chance to write the experience you?ve had with the imprisonment of your adult (parent, grandparent, aunt, guardian, etc) Also add in how you meet the others at the end, s?il vous plaî?[/color]

[B]EDIT:[/B] Instead of everyone listening to ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre?, I?d like an assortment of stories, please.
[B]EDIT #2:[/B] The story ?Les Prince et Les Pauvre? will be limited to only JJ and I since it is a story about the two boys who look alike but I?ve decided that I want stories that have a similarity to your character?s life, something you feel is nearly the replica of the story.

[color=#7D8593][B]Other:[/B] Are there any skills you are particular in? What possession do you carry around all the time?

Have at it, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this wonderful Christmas Present I give to the OB.[/size][/color]

[Anne]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Margaret Neal
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] Margaret is a very slender, lanky young woman. She stands at an average height of 5?8. Her hair is a golden brown that falls down in soft curls down to the small of her back, she normally keeps it free flowing because she loves to see it blown in the wind, but while she is working she keeps it tide back with a piece of rope. She has large brown eyes with large, lush eyelashes. Her nose is small with thin light pink lips. Her arms and legs are slender and long, giving her a graceful appearance. Her skin is a tanned colour from working out in the sun.

Margaret mostly always wears a brown rough cotton tight dress with a white rough cotton blouse underneath. Down at the bottom of the skirt it is torn and frayed from the use. On her feet she wears basic cotton shoes to help keep the cost down for her family. Sometime while she is working in the fields she wears a pair of brown cotton pants, that are torn and her white blouse.

[b]Personality:[/b] A very motherly type of person, she cares for and looks out for the people around her. She tends to be practically and tries to make sure she thinks ahead to make sure things go smoothly as possible. Though she is very stubborn, once she get her mind on something she will not rest until she has done it. Margaret is very quiet, unless she wants to be heard. Tends to listen to people and will help them solve there problems.

Margaret doesn?t fear everything at most time, though a spider might make her jump here and there. If someone she loves is in trouble she is willing to go through anything to help them. Margaret is fair in intelligent, she had no education except what the other farmers and her sister taught her, but she is able to keep up with most thing and quickly catches on to new things and ideas.

[b]Short History:[/b] Margaret was born the middle child of five children. There family is works on the Lord?s farm and makes just enough to live, but they all do not mind. When she was younger she took care of the children and her older sister, Isabelle, while the rest of the family worked the fields. From this she is very motherly and tends to try and take care of every one.

When Margaret was ten her sister became very ill. This devastated Margaret because she loved her sister very much, she had raised her mother than her Mother had. Eventually, Isabelle, got better, but because of the high fever Isabelle lost her eyesight and Margaret was put in charge of helping her sister get around. Having to take care of her only made the love Margaret for her sister grow even more.

[b]The Reason:[/b] To rescue her beloved older sister, Isabelle, who she loves and idols.

[b]Writing Sample:[/b]
A year ago:
The warm sun beat down on Margaret?s face, as she laid by the small lake near there small home. Her sister, Isabelle, sat on the stone next to her sister concentrating on her knitting while she hummed lightly to herself. A gentle wind blew off the lake blowing Isabelle?s golden hair around. Margaret let out a sigh as she covered her eyes from the sun and looked up at her sister, her sister was so beautiful and feminine and Margaret always wanted to be like her.

Isabelle looked at her sister and smiled, ?What is it, Margaret?? It always amazed Margaret how her sister knew when she stared at her without her sight. Isabelle had been blind now for six years after she got ill. The doctor didn?t know what was wrong, but Margaret knew she had a high fever. When Isabelle finally got well again she had completely lost her sight. It tore at Margaret?s heart to see her sister like this but also secretly enjoyed it because she had to stay by her sister?s side more.

Margaret crawled over to her and lay her head on her lap, ?Tell me a story, Sissy?? She looked up at her and saw the smile on her sister face.

?Alright,? She set down her knitting and thought for a second tapping her finger at her face. ?How about ?La Princesse et le Pois??? She began telling Margaret the tale as she stroked her sister brown hair as she listened.

Present Day:
Margaret brushed the few fallen strands of hair out of her eyes and whipped the sweat on her forehead with the sleeve of her blouse. Looking at to the sky, the sun had almost set and the moon was just begging to rise, she gathered up the hoe she was using and headed back to her family?s small home. A breeze blew and whipped her hair around her body. Birds fluttered in amongst the trees ready to rest for the night.

As she neared their small house she saw soldiers outside taking away her sister, Isabelle. Margaret stood in shock for a moment and than began running towards them with her hoe swing. Something grabbed her from behind as; she went to scream but a hand clamped down onto her mouth. As she struggled to get away the gripped tighter, she was able to final move her head to see who was holding her, it was her older brother, Jacob.

They watched the soldiers move away and the grip around Margaret loosened. ?No, why do you stop me, Jacob?? She turned around and hit her brother and than tore off towards the house. Her mother was confronting her two other siblings when she came up. She was panting and out of breathes with tears in her eyes. ?We have to save her!? She told her Father.

?Forget, Margaret, she is lost to us now. Let?s go quietly back into the house and not speak of this again.? He was gathering them all up and looking over his shoulder

?NO! She is my sister and your daughter; I will not let her be taken like that.? Margaret ran inside there home and grabbed her small bag and small loaf of bread and threw it into the bag. Last she grabbed her wool cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. Coming back out of the house her family was staring at he, ?Fine if you will not go I will go and save Isabelle.? With that she turned from her family and headed off to the nearest town in hopes to save her beloved older sister.

In the town she found others like her that are trying to rescue the people they hold dear to them. They had the same goal and Margaret new that she could not go up against the Dark Army alone without help. So she decided to help team up with her new found friends to help Isabelle and the others in the Dark Forest.

[b]Other:[/b] Being practical Margaret always carries with her a canteen of fresh water, with a small loaf of bread and some dried meat. She also has a few plants that she had found over the years that where good for healing.

Let me know if anything needs to be changed.[/size]

[Raine14]

Name: Clairabelle Monteau (nick: Clair or Belle)
Age: 13
Gender: Female

Appearance: [IMG]http://www.listerx.com/images/artbook-beautifulprincesses01.jpg[/IMG]

Personality: She is very intelligent and she is very adventurous. She is fearless but to a point and she can get scared sometimes.

Short History: She lived with her parents and grandparents. She had a wonderful life. Her parents and grandparents loved her very much. They were wealthy and she could have all the trinkets and dresses she wanted. But then.. the dark army came, and changed everything...

The Reason: Her grandparents and her mentor( Ms. Nathalie) were taken away because of all the wonderful stories they told. She must rescue them before its too late.

Writing Sample: Sitting in the living quarters, Belle hears a shriek. She runs down the stairs and skitters to a halt. Her grandmere and grandpere had went outside! Her mentor had tried to help them but the dark army had found them. She stood in the door way crying, her tears fell silent as she screamed, " Non!!! Grandmere!!! Grandpere!!!! Ms. Nathalie!! You can't leave me here alone!!!" as she saw her grandmere reach her hand out and Belle ran out to reach her hand, she tried to grab it, but they pulled her away....She wakes up out of her flashback and continues to walk down the path to the forest, seeing her grandparents and Ms. Nathalie in ropes as the army drags them off to the Haunted Forest. At the edge of the forest she watches them dissappear in to the thickets and thick brush. She sees a young boy and walks over to him,
"Did they take-" she said and he then cut her off midsentence and said sadly,"Oui..they did..the name's Marleon..." she said," My name's Clairabelle or Belle" as they sat there silently hiding..
Other: She is very good at hiding and keeping quiet. She wears her grandmere's diamond ring and wears her grandpere's pocket watch around her neck.

[Epsilon]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]My apologies for taking so long, and for my lack of detail. It is very good to see you back.

[color=red][b]Edit: ***[/b] I've changed the story to Faithful John.[/color]

--------------------------------------------


[b]Name:[/b] Julia Tayce. Bourbon.
[i]( - Tayce.)[/i]

[b]Age:[/b] 16.

[b]Gender:[/b] Female.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Small, and weak. Tayce is no taller then five feet. Her hair is jet black and borders between wavy and curly. It is waved loosely with red ribbon. Braided her hair reaches no further then the end of her shoulder blades. In the front she has long bangs, lightly brushed to the sides. Tayce's eyes are a deep brown, reaching nearly black. But with a loving gaze. Her eyes are quite wide with full flowing lashes. An odd skin color, her skin is a off set shade of pale brown. She weighs 98 lbs.

She wears a simple, deep red, skirt. Reaching down a few inches past her knees, it fits tightly around her legs. Three layers of four inches of white lace are attached to the end of the skirt. Along the side of this on the right side there is a cut. The end of the skirt is embroider with a beautiful red color. This same embroidery can be seen along her corset, sleeves, and collar. Her corset it's self is the same deep red. However the inside lining that the ribbon weaves over is the same red as the embroidery and hair ribbon. It's liner is the same color of vivid red. The laces are white matching the lace. In total, the corset is laced in the front 30 times ending with a bow at the top. The top of her outfit ends with a baby doll fly away. The same color and design as the skirt and corset, it is long sleeved. At the end of the sleeves it comes over her hands like a glove. This glove like end of the sleeves end in a ring on each middle finger. All of her other fingers are uncovered by jewelry or cloth, creating a 'v' like shape. It is lined in lace.

White stockings that reach to her thighs, with a deep red garter. They are thin and slightly transparent with no more use then fashion. She wears deep red ankle boots, that tie in red laces. These are knotted tightly. This is done to ensure that if she falls behind from her limp, she may not trip.

[b]Personality:[/b] Withdrawn, shy, and easily frightened. As the name Tayce may imply, she is quite when in the presence of others. It is not as though Tayce is silent out of respect, but out of the fear she may say something wrong. This trait has been what has allowed her to get along with others when placed in various situations. Although she must admit Tayce is not very fond of others. This many other people may mistake as simply being cautious. Shy she opens up or befriends very few. Tayce tries her best to be polite and kind when speaking.

Frightened with great ease Tayce avoids the dark or those of whom she does not know. This part of her personality seems a natural trait. Her family can say freely that when viewed, Tayce stayed out of the way. And was a good girl growing up. But fear of both known and unknown never leaves her eyes. She is simple and thinks nothing as very grand. Except for those she admires. For those few she does her best to dot upon them and make sure they're always smiling.

[b]Short History:[/b] Born to a highly praised linage of French Nobles, Tayce had everything a child might think to ask for. A father, a mother, little twin brothers, and a large home. She was much loved. Receiving one of the best educations available in France, she had a private tutor and three maids of her own.

However she never adjusted to life it's self. Regardless of time spent with others. Tayce soon dismissed her maids and most of her family. Although she felt strongly for them. She could not stand them nor did she have an reason why. Tayce is different from them, this is all she knows. This is the most probable cause of her withdrawal.

As the years passed this confused her further. Tayce continued her studies either taught of self taught. Through the passing of this time her tutor had died, his son taking his place. Within recent years, she's been smiling. The innocent, loving, smile she had lost near the age of ten. It is not sure to her family nor the families staff why, but it's gladly received. Even if they dread what the reason may be.

[b]The Reason:[/b] [i]"Dear Pa'pa and Ma'ma,

Tutor, Master De Chevalier, has been taken away from me. I fear the worst for Mast De Chevalier. The terrible rumors about the forest seem to grow everyday. My only love resides within Master De Chevalier. I promise to return. Je suis désole.

Please, forgive me.
- Tayce."[/i]

[b]Writing Sample:[/b]

[u][i][b]Three Days Ago...[/i][/b][/u]

Blushing softly, Tayce continued to stay in the door way. Chevlier looked up at her as he placed his pen down. Pushing the chair away from his study desk he stared at her. Confused, he looked back at the empty book page. Quickly closing it, his view moved to the window. Studying the position of the moon. He made sure she knew where his gaze lied.

[i]"It is late."[/i] He looked back at her. [i]"Go back to bed."[/i]

[i]"I cannot sleep."[/i] she said.

[i]"I am sorry, but I cannot help with that. You need talk. --"[/i] She cut him off before he could finish.

[i]"Tell me a story. A fairy tale. Dear, Master De Chevlier, please."[/i] Tayce smiled sweetly, and continued. [i]"Please, tell me a stroy."[/i]

[i]"Julia, do not plead."[/i] Master De Chevlier sighed. He brushed his few loose strands of hair away from his face. Readjusting his lens, he sat up straight. And smiled back at her. [i]"Have you heard the stroy; 'Faithful John.??"[/i]

She shook her head. Slowly walking towards him, Tayce stopped besides him. Peering over his shoulder at the, red book's cover. She could not read it. The title was engraved with golden as were most of his books. But it was in English, and she could not read it. With a silent smile, he pulled her closer. Taking her hand he kissed it lightly.

[i]"Listen closely then. For with the times as they are... You may not hear this story again."[/i] And with that Chevlier began his story softly.

[i][b]'[/b][color=teal]The king was dying, and would be soon to depart. Staring up, his eyes glazed, he laughed a breif laugh of instanity. Turning over to his side he called upon his most faithful of arms. This man was known to all as the King's favorite subject. And he was loved by all the kingdom.

Kneeling down beside the King he prayed. Whispering, "May your sorrows soon be gone my Lord."

"John, most faithful, promise me. That after I go that you'll look after my son?" A light smile touched the old King's face.

Faithful John nodded, "Yes my Lord. I promise you, no harm shall come to your son."

With that, the old King smiled. And rolled over dead....[b]'[/b][/i][/color]

[u][i][b]Three Days Past...[/i][/b][/u]

It was not as though she did not love them. She had left the letter to try and console them, to try not to make them worry. Tayce had covered her tracks well enough. Already knowing her family would not fallow her nor send anyone to retrive her.

Walking through the small alley, Tayce fallowed it until it curved. Over the curve it fallowed to a dirt road. She fallowed this dirt road for nearly a mile. Crossing down the long road, she kept her gaze averted to the ground. In hopes that no one would realize who she was. It would be considered a scandal for her to be dabbling in such affairs. Especially considering the circumstantiates her family was currently in.

The dirt road soon lead out onto farm land. But the farms seemed empty and fair apart. The graze along the road was untamed, it grew leaning towards the path. Beginning to over take it, slowly but surely. The sky wasn't as bright as it had been not too long ago. And the winds were unfriendly. Looking up, Tayce was startled to see she was just at the edge of the dark forest. And that the road and broken fences of wood were long behind her. Turning around to look back at the city, it seemed so far away. Her foot steps where light and silent as she walked around the edge of the forest.

A few hours passed of walking around. Slowly she sat down. Quivering the forest felt as though it'd swallow her whole had she entered already. Burying her face into her knees briefly, she began to remember all the rumors she had heard. Standing quickly there was a small grouping of other children. Unable to determine their ages, Tayce waved to them. As they spoke she learned of their stories. About the ones they were trying to save. Smiling softly, she asked if she could fallow. Walking with them, it was the feeling of [i]Deja Vu.[/i]


[b]Other:[/b] Tayce is physically weak. Her left leg is lame, she limps when walking or running. She also carries around Master De Chevlier pale red book. However it is in a language she cannot read.[/SIZE][/COLOR]