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It is Reality. A Ever_After and Tsukasa Usa-chan Roleplay
http://www.menewsha.com/forum/pictur...ictureid=53308 Name:Amsrael, has Genevieve call him Jefferson since it is a much more human name. Age: 28 human years Height:6' Bio: Amsrael has been with Genevieve since she was young, her mind being the most inviting place he had seen in some time. He is protective over his little human stopping others of his kind from using her mind to enter the corporal world of humans. He had never used a humans mind until her so he stumbled around the first few years. In his world he is fairly young but that still adds up to decades in the human world. He is a playful creature though his mannerisms are clearly not human. |
http://i978.photobucket.com/albums/a...Lady_large.jpg Name: Genevieve Bourbon Age: 15 Height: 5ft Bio: Genevieve or as many called her Gene, has had Jefferson around her entire life. To her he is a living breathing presence and she can't understand how other people don't see him. At an early age she learned it was best not to mention him to many people. Gene was born to a life of wealth and that wealth has helped in paying for many doctors to look at the sickly girl, sick from all the remedies various doctors had used in trying to "cure" her. Her mother keeps her daughters "illness" under wraps trying to avoid scandal. |
The feeling of slipping through his world and into the world of physical beings always left tingles along his whole...himness. Amsrael was never quiet sure if it was the act of walking through the human mind or if it was the transition into a solid being.It was the same feeling he got when he shifted his form to look more human.Either way the feeling tore a giggle from him each time he came to see his little Gene. Now he found himself seated on her bed while she slept. In the background the sun was leaking in below the curtains of her large windows. Leaning back on his hands so that he could look down at the sleeping child. Letting his head roll onto his right shoulder he let off a low whistle, " Wake up little bird." He liked her much better when she was awake and able to leave the bed. Her worthless parents had allowed people to shove poisons into her and it had left her weak. he knew that it was because of him but how could he leave her alone with such people. The thought, her ignorant parents, left a foul feeling in him. Kicking his legs out he looked around her room through the bangs of his blond hair. It had changed over the years that he had known her. Pouting his lips he thought on how many human years he had known her. She had been so little then. |
The drugs always left her feeling sluggish and queasy Gene came around slowly wincing at the bright light that felt like it was drilling its way into her brain. The doctor yesterday had insisted it was state of the art medicine and her mother had eagerly snapped it up. Genevieve was given no choice on the matter. The soft call of Jefferson was enough to rouse her out of her drug induced stupor. A soft groan wormed its way past her lips as she sat up slowly trying to avoid jostling her poor aching head as much as possible. “State of the art what a joke” she said in a soft voice still fighting off the effects of the last remains of the drug. |
Tilting his head all the way back to look at the door colorless gray eyes watched the maid for a second before he focused back on Gene. Smiling down at the sleepy little girl. "A day." His face turned serious as he leaned down so that he could look into her eyes. "Are you feeling more like Gene now?" The drugs made her less focused and though they made it easier to slip into this world when her mind was so open she wasn't any fun. All she did was lay in bed. It wasn't her fault, he could never blame her anything even when it was her fault, it was those men in white that she called doctors. They didn't have these doctors on his side. The first time he had ever seen one they had made Gene's deep sickness vanish. So at first he had been confused but welcoming to the men. She didn't look like she had the last time they had been called in. Now she was getting worse and they didn't seem to be helping. He had never been fond of her parents. Another human concept. " Are you feeling up to going outside?" Keeping his face close to her's his lips stretched into a wide smile. Amsrael, Jefferson as he went on this side, liked to smile for her. He liked to make her smile more then anything. She didn't realized that she was helping him enter this world slowly by simply not getting giving up the idea that he was real. Honestly as if he wasn't real because others couldn't see him.He liked to keep her happy." I could help sneak you out." |
“Maybe after some food I am rather hungry” his smile was infectious and had her smiling in return, as the last of the medicine wore off she started to feel a lot better although the headache was a dull throbbing in the background it was something she could ignore. She really wanted to go outside, she hadn’t been allowed out of the house in the past week, her mother seemed to be on some sort of doctor kick. It might have had something to do with the way Genevieve had started talking to herself, or what everyone perceived as herself, in the company of a small dinner party. Gene hadn’t meant to do it but this little imp like creature was going to play a mischievous trick on the people at the party. Although she tried to explain that to her mother she got stuck in bed again and threatened with a one way pass to the Asylum if she didn’t clean her act up and stop pretending she wasn’t a child anymore. |
Straightening up into a sitting position on the bed Amsrael shifted over so that Gene could eat with out him hovering over her.Instead he watch the maid. She wasn't friendly but still interesting to watch and play pranks on. Over the years he had found that he could move small things if he focused and let the everything but his hand slip back into his realm. Still he couldn't be seen by anyone other then Gene. Amsrael had never given it much thought on why only Gene could see him. Others from his realm had used other humans minds to come into their world. Why couldn't those humans see him? It was a stray thought that he pondered sometime but it wasn't something that plagued his mind. Pushing himself off the bed his large smile grew showing off his teeth. "I'll go scout the area for your noisy little parents and plan out the best escape route while you dress." And like that he moved out of the room and into the hall. Though to his little human he would have simply faded from her sight to him it was more slipping back into his world briefly and sifting to another part of her world. it had taken some time for him to master the art of moving from room to room with out the ability to open the humans silly doors. The hallway outside her room was clear, only the retreating figure of the maid could be seen. Moving alone the halls he would bow to anyone he came across. Not that they could see him. Planning out the route with the least about of people he sifted himself back into her room. This time he was leaning against the all opposite her bed. |
Jefferson’s little fading trick still unnerved her sometimes especially when she wasn’t expecting it, one second he was there and the next second he was gone. Smiling after her friend she turned her attention to the delicious food that sat before her. Although she hadn’t told Jefferson this she did feel slightly queasy but after a few bites of toast smeared with butter and jam she felt much better.
After the small meal, in which she didn’t actually eat everything her maid the lovely Mrs. Adel came back and helped her to dress, it was quite a chore what with all the articles of clothes, the skirts and petticoats, underclothes and corset, and after every single piece of clothing was in place, Gene was already feeling tired from it all, her hair was to be done. So Genevieve sat for close to an hour while Adel fluttered around her fixing up her hair and tugging at her skirts to straighten them. Gene sighed heavily annoyed already, while Adel’s back was turned she took out a few bobby pins to soften to look of her hair. Every time Adel did Genevieve’s hair she pulled his back achingly tight, it made her feel like a governess, an old lady, or nun… or something. It was a tug of war between the two women Gene would never ask Adel to stop fixing her hair up like that and Adel would pretend not to notice. After the lengthy dressing and hairstyling Gene was a little hungry again, Adel had told her that her mother was looking for her but Gene pretended not to hear, instead she headed down to the kitchens and stole some biscuits. She knew she made many of the servants uncomfortable so she tried to limit her interactions with them, as a result she was often left with a horrible lonely feeling. Munching on a biscuit she wandered through the house using her knowledge of the old house to keep away from her step mother who was now in search of her. Oh are you looking for another role play partner? I know a good one who's looking and asked me to help. |
Rocking on the heels of his feet he looked around the room noticing it's very missing owner. Well it seemed Gene had wondered off while he was out. Which was just a shame. He had to go a whole day with her just laying in bed dreaming and now she had snuck off on her own. Pushing off the wall he checked behind the curtains and under the bed, She could be simply hiding form him. That was a game they had played some years ago. He had cheated sometimes by slipping back to the shadow world. When Amsrael's search of the room turned up with not a hair of Gene he gave an annoyed huff. Sitting on the floor in front of her bed,legs spread so that he could fold his body to see under the bed, gray eyes looked to see if there were any new spots she could choose to hide. Since it would take to much time searching the large house he opted for taking the easy way of finding his little human. SLipping into his world of fog and colored wisp of air where he was not a body so much as a gathered form of fog and thought and color. In the dark little world that was endless yet not it was easier to find the light that was her mind. He didn't need to search for it just let himself be lead towards the light that he had known for years. Others massed around the light, creatures who and long lost the right to take form in the human world. A noise a mixture between a hiss and a crackle eased from his smoky form. It was answered with similar sound from the more persistent creatures before they eased their way towards a different light. That was someone else human and of no concern to him. When he slipped through once more, giggle torn from his lips and tingles dancing along his now solid body he was standing right in front of her. Hands at his hips and bent over so that his face was in front of hers. "Sneaking off without me?"The dangers her mind faced int he shadow world was erased from his thoughts as he smiled down at her. |
Ducking behind a tapestry she avoided the calls of her maid Mrs. Adel who upon finding her room empty and knowing the girl she had raised, had gone off in search of her. By now it was all a great game to Gene, avoiding her maid and thus whatever activity or social la di da thing her mother wanted her to do. Her mother was always cautious about taking Gene out to pay social visits because she always feared the girl would embarrass her. But if the girl wasn’t out and about she couldn’t meet possible suitors. Marie had always played Gene’s “craziness” as an overactive imagination especially if it showed up in front of other people.
Peeking out from behind her hiding spot she dashed off to another part of the house, it went to say just how weak she felt that her cheeks were flushed pink and she was panting softly from the exertion. “Stupid corset” she muttered under her breath closing the door to the room with a soft click. She had ended up in the library, her mother said she spent too much time in the library and that was why she always saw things “girls shouldn’t read so much” she had been told on more than one occasion by her mother. Gene rolled her eyes as that thought flashed through her mind. “Silly woman” Humming under her breath she turned eager to find the small storybook she remembered her father reading to her when she was a little girl. The time was so long past, she couldn’t even remember the last time they had even eaten dinner together. She stopped mid step a sheepish grin lighting up her face “I’m sorry Jefferson but… if I hadn’t left I would have become gripped in the evil clutches of a monster, who would devour my soul and leave a useless husk of a girl” she said referring to the way her mother tried to mold her into the image of a proper young lady. |
Leaning back he gasped in mock horror bringing his hand up to rest over his heart. "A monster you say." Taking a step back he looked around the library as if looking for some creature to fight off. He knew of course she was speaking of her mother and not one of his kind. Still with the shadows lurking around he couldn't be too careful. Reaching down to take her hand he bent over as if to kiss it, "My lady I don't see any evil monsters lurking about in the halls. However I shall hut your tormentor down and slay it if you so wish." He hovered over her hand but turned his colorless eyes up so that he was smiling up at Gene. It was a common game of theirs based off of the fairy tales in one of the books she loved to read. |
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