ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʀᴏꜱᴇᴡᴏᴏᴅᴋɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - - - - - ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄɪʀᴄᴇ (ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴘɪᴄ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ) - - - - - ᴇɴᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʀᴏꜱɪᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ. . . ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ {1} ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛᴇᴇʀ - ᴇᴘɪᴄ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ Captain, I have something that I must confess Something that I must get off my chest Until it is said, I cannot rest (Captain?) Eurylochus, go make sure this island is secure (But captain) there's only so much left we can endure Whatever you need to say can wait some more Of that, I'm sure (Okay) Eurylochus, back so soon? Where's the rest of your crew? And by the gods, what happened to you? We came across a palace Inside we heard a voice It seemed to show no malice To greet it was our choice But nothing could prepare us for the power that awaited inside (What did this palace hide?) Sir, since we left home, we've faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places Gods, monsters, you know the roster, hostile creatures that we could resist But this was a hell of a twist, 'cause we are weak to a power like this (What was it?) A woman (What?) She had us in just two words "Come inside" (damn) Welcome to the best part of your lives Go ahead and rest wherever you like I've got you, don't worry, Circe's got you now (Only I stayed outside, but the rest went in) Take a seat Let me bring you all something to eat I bet you're tired from the years spent on your feet I've got you, don't worry, Circe's got you now (By the time they ate, it was far too late) For inside the meal (think of your past) She had cast a spell (and your mistakes) They began to squeal (they'll be the last) And grow snouts and tails (mistakes you'll make) She changed them I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah They transformed (this is the price) And it wasn't quick (we pay to live) She turned our men (the world does not) From men to pigs (tend to forgive) She changed them I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah no, we don't Look at all we've lost and all we've learned Every single cost is so much more than what we've earned Think about the men we have left before there's none Let's just cut our losses, you and I, and let's run Of course, I'd like to leave now, of course I'd like to run But I can hardly sleep now knowing everything we've done There's no length I wouldn't go if it was you I had to save I can only hope you'd do the same I can hear her still (no one will find) And her voice deceives (their way between) What if she can't be killed? (My nymphs and I) Will you choose to leave? (Their loving queen) (I don't know) I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah She's a clever witch (this is the price) And she's hard to slay (we pay to love) It's a game of wits (we draw the line) But you don't have to play (watch from above) I have to try I've got all the power, yeah, I've got all the power No, I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer No, I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah {2} ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ (a) the artist / (b) their muse (a) is Rosie, she loves the creative forms and constantly has bubbling ideas involving (b), she is drawn in instantly and takes it upon herself to make (b) feel like a star; even if she can be overwhelming about it. (a) Circe / (b) Telemachus (a) is, of course, Rosewood. Rosie has the desire to feel more 'normal', she had built up a reputation for being an outgoing she-cat and was tired. She wanted to feel normal, while (b) wanted to do good things. (b) fell first, (a) fell harder. This is not a KITS AS MATES story, more like slow longing love. Maybe at some point, Rosie or (b) would find another love and cause some heartache, but eventually they'd get together and live the rest as one, after their losses and loves. And finally they'd feel normal, maybe. (a) Circe / (b) Hermes this is a frenemy relationship, Rosie (a) is more sassy and snarky while (b) is energetic and playful, they have a slight opposites-attract friendly dynamic but they get into little fights at some times, but end up sticking up for each other if they need to. {3} ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟɪɴᴋ {4} ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ (ᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ) | Mag1cR0se or MagicRose ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) | bloomcore, petalcore, cottagecore ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ | Morgana or Circe <3 ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ | soft girl aesthetic, pastel, cottagecore, ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ (ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪᴛ) | fem. italian <3 ꜱᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ | "quiet girl" "bookie" "artist" "orchestra kid" ꜱᴜɴ, ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ꜱᴛᴀʀ, ᴏʀ ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ | Eclipse {5} I will be giving Rosie BPD (Bipolar disorder) because I think, with her personality and other aspects of how I'd roleplay her, it would make the most sense because of her multi-sided ways but still being herself. Research will be put in my application <3. < look down >
{6} Chaotic Evil- A chaotic evil character does whatever his greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive him to do. He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If he is simply out for whatever he can get, he is ruthless and brutal. If he is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, he is even worse. Thankfully, his plans are haphazard, and any groups he joins or forms are poorly organized. Typically, chaotic evil people can be made to work together only by force, and their leader lasts only as long as he can thwart attempts to topple or assassinate him. Chaotic evil is sometimes called demonic because demons are the epitome of chaotic evil. Chaotic evil is the best alignment you can be because combines self-interest and pure freedom. However, chaotic evil can be a dangerous alignment because it represents the destruction not only of beauty and life but also of the order on which beauty and life depend.
