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Post by Rapunzel on Sept 7, 2011 16:05:38 GMT -5
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Name: Rapunzel Alias: Punzie, Blondie Age: 18.5/19 Gender: Female Appearance: Rapunzel has fair skin, a rosy blush remains permanent on her cheeks. A sprinkle of light brown freckles are placed on the bridge of her nose and a little under her mint green eyes. Light green eyes, with emerald rims around the pupil, are somewhat 'large' and are framed by long, dark lashes. She wears a pink/purple gown and no shoes. The gown goes so that it hovers over her ankles. Rapunzel's most prominent feature is the golden blonde hair that is 70 ft long. To others it's just A LOT of blonde hair, but to her and Gothel, it's magic. With the special song, her hair glows, a brighter, more prominent gold, and has the ability to take back age and heal those that are hurt. Personality: Bright and bubbly, though she understands others. She has a useful knack when it comes to understanding animals. She is slightly timid in a sense, as she fears ruffians, thugs, and thieves, and fears that others might want to kidnap her for her hair. But past these fears, she's a curious young woman, wanting to see more of the world than her hidden tower. She's quiet outgoing, and seems to do what others might not truly expect. It just seems to go with her. History: For 18, going on 19 long years, Rapunzel was afraid to leave her tower. But this year she was going to do it, she did do it. Asking Mother Gothel for more paints on a fairly long trip, Rapunzel worked up her guts, and left. She didn't know exactly where the lights were coming from, so she left a day early, so the night of her birthday she could follow them. As the lights illuminated the sky, Rapunzel flitted away, nearly out of breath, she had to stop, pinkish orange pillars in sight. But the girl didn't have enough energy to make the distance. With that the girl fell asleep, tucked away in the nook of a tree trunk, dreams of the lights, flitted in her vision, she'd know the path to come next year, right? She stopped the fearful thoughts and rested her head on her frying pan. What Changed: She never met Flynn Rider
Family(if any)
- Mother: Believes she's Gothel
- Father: Unknown
- Siblings: None
- Offspring: None
Friends: Pascal, Mother Gothel, left to rp Enemies: left to rp Plans: To meet Sinbad and Flynn!! THEY MUST have joined together and Rapunzel being clumsy and stupid and falling into the boat or something? xD BIG plans!
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She was going to do it. She was going to do it!!! Rapunzel looked out the window of her tower, Mother had left early this morning. Rapunzel gripped her long hair in her hands, part of her 70 foot long hair dangled over the ledge, held over by the hook. Butterflies started to fly faster her stomach. Then a lovely breeze rustled the air, the sweet scent of grass and flowers, those she'd dreamed of touching, of seeing closer. And then she was falling, her hands gripped loosely on her long, golden hair. The air rushed past her as she fell freely now. And then she stopped abruptly, the soles of her feet brushed the prickly grass. This was it...
And she let go, the grass gave way under her feet, the breeze ruffled her hair and touched her face with a warm caress. Warmth and happiness flooded threw her, and she dashed through the grass and the little stream that run into a crevice in the rock hollow. Pure joy flitted through her as she dashed through the Ivy that served as the entrance's camouflage. Bending down to smell a clutch of flowers, swinging in tress by her hair, it was glorious! And then a thought struck her.
"Oh no... Mother'll be furious.. heartbroken.. devastated!" her guilt flared and she looked behind her, to the hidden entrance. "I'll be back before she comes home... she'll never know." Rapunzel barred herself from herself, trying not to think about Mother, flitting in the direction she'd seen the lanterns come from all these years. Her blonde hair streamed behind her, from above it was a golden scaled snake, slithering over the forest floor. Green eyes led it's way, inner turmoil hidden by the pure joy of freedom.
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