Sincerely, Mr. Nobody

Dear beloved characters from Sues to Originals;
After careful consideration of the overwhelming angst, bitter heartbrake, cruel death and romantic drama that your authors put you through, I have decided to give you an opportunity of a brief escape. A break. A vacation. And on top of that, a bit of a social experiment, if I may. In the chat Minds' Eye, your authors have been inserted into the worlds of their imagination. Here, I wish to insert the characters of their imagination into their world.

Now this tidbit is top secret, so don't tell the authors. There is another portion of the mansion of the Minds' Eye, one that records Nonfiction stories. In other words, real life. And yes, there is a door to each and every author's story you know. You will temporarily escape the struggle of your own stories and visit your author's worlds one by one, to provide the data of how fictional characters might react to a very real world. And yes. You may talk to your authors.

Sincerely,
Mr. Nobody

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To those of you that are not familiar with the chat 'Minds' Eye,' it will be a lot less confusing if you are :3 Here's a link! Read the intro, and some of the actual chat if you want, to see how the mansion and the chat works. If you have any questions or something is unclear, ask me!

http://thecharacterchatrevo.niceboards.org/t352-minds-eye

Character format:
Name:
Chat/story they're from:
Author:
Age:
Gender:
Appearence:
Brief backstory:

*you* format: (You may alter specifics slightly so you're not giving any personal information away; for example, use a pen name instead of your real one and use a general location rather than specific)
Name:
Appearence:
Where you live and/or general descrption of where you live:
Brief backstory (optional):

Name: Timmi Ruth Kline
Appearence: I had a picture up of me for a long while...
Where you live and/or general descrption of where you live: Oklahoma, in the country, right outside of a teeny tiny town
Brief backstory (optional): Eh

Chat/story they're from: Originally, Hell, but she has her own book and stuffs now. Once Ende writes it. Hehe.
Author: Endellion Aleric
Name: Marley Marie Aldric
Age: 14
Gender: female
Appearence: Long dark blonde hair, hazel eyes, short and thin
Brief backstory: uh... long story, just figure it out as we go along, people

(Can I join even though I'm not in the Minds' Eye chat? That sounds like a really cool chat too, wish I could join it.)

Sure, go ahead! If ya need any clarification on anything just ask

Thanks! I'll make sure to ask .

Me:

Name: Jelsa Mepsey
Appearance: Brown/black hair, brown eyes. Asian. (Which should describe everything.)
Where you live and/or general descrption of where you live: TX. It's hot and the weather is awful.
Brief backstory (optional): Uhh, no .

Character:

Name: Melly Hewson
Chat/story they're from: Facades
Author: Jelsa Mepsey
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short curly brown hair, gray eyes, paleish skin.
Brief backstory: Her parents divorced about three years ago, and a year ago her mother was in a car accident, so her father married her mother's twin sister, who had just divorced her husband. She tried to commit suicide through a car accident but ended up with amnesia instead.

(Can we add people if we want to as we go?)

Me:
Author's name: Invisimort
Name: Call me Invisimort.
Age: 17
Gender: I'm a chick.
Appearance: Tall, Blonde-ish, Short-ish mowhawky sorta haircut
Brief Backstory: She has lived a rather uneventful life in suburbia. She has some sort of mystery disorder with her hands which makes them twitchy and kinda painful. She is highly involved in her drama department at school, and comes off as a bit of an eccentric in some cases.
General Location: Near D.C. Suburbia.

Character:
(Am sorely tempted to bring Riddle along for the ride. Decided against it.)
Name: T.Morbid Namechov
Age: 22? ish?
From: ~CC~, also appears in JAH, referenced by Mr.Face in GCAW, And... He's also in my book. Which is still sitting on the floor of my room...Yeah.
Gender: Guy.
Appearance: Wickedly underfed, Black hair that's sorta Messy I guess is the word...Tall-ish. Pale as...something pale.
Brief Backstory: T.Mor grew up in the city of Auda, unaware that his world was undergoing political upheaval...until he came home to find his house on fire and his parental units deceased. In order to protect his sister, and to keep his parents house, he got a job with the government- the people who killed his parents, at age 8. He hates his job.

*reserves spot*

Name: Peter Arkan
Chat/story they're from: Soulbonders
Author: Winter Dragon
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearence: Shaggy brown hair; equally brown eyes; wiry build with lean muscles; average height; wears Scout stealth uniform--black shirt, black pants, black cloak, black scarf and gloves, black boots
Brief backstory: You know it already

Sarah's story isn't really tragic, but I need to work on the exchanges between her and Peter anyway. I'd bring the whole team, but I don't want to swamp you. I'm not even sure if I should bring Leslie, even though I kinda want to.

Name: Sarah Rivers
Chat/story they're from: Soulbonders
Author: Winter Dragon
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearence: Slightly wavy, auburn hair that hangs to mid-back; gray eyes, wiry build with lean muscles; average height; wears same thing that Peter is wearing
Brief backstory: She had to leave home when her energy came to a peak, turning her into a bonder.


Name: Susan Wolfe
Appearence: 5'3''; extra-super-special-uber pale skin; round face--covered in freckles, mainly concentrated at top of forehead, cheekbones, and across bridge of nose, though she has many on her arms, wrists, and hands; gray...ish eyes that change color based on clothes and surroundings--eyes have the capacity to get obscenely dialated, to the point that she may have nearly no iris in very low light (makes for excellent nightvision, though, as weird and unsettling as it looks); straight, brown hair worn in pigtails that begin at base of hairline, hangs to mid-back--turns purple all around at about shoulder height; wears generally plain t-shirts, either jeans or cargoes, and [dirty] white sneakers
Where you live and/or general descrption of where you live: Small, suburban town twenty minutes north of Boston
Brief backstory (optional): Neh...

Name:Rogal Seboyer
Chat/story they're from: The House at the End of the World (WIP)
Author: Peter Stannard
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearence: 6'6", with a whitepainted face and the details of his skull painted on in black. His hair is long and dyed black. he wears a lot of plate armour that on closer inspection comes from a Jaguar E-type, with the hood ornament adorning the top of his open-faced helmet. His shield is the driver's door. He has a capital F branded into his forehead.
Brief backstory: It's very, very complicated.

Name: Peter Stannard
Appearence: see the avatar.
Where you live and/or general descrption of where you live: Rural south-east England. Mainly rainy. Actually less than twenty miles from where Rogal grew up, although obviously I live in the 21st century, not the post-apocalyptic 25th.
Brief backstory (optional): I have cystic fibrosis. The rest is mind-numbingly dull.

((Forgot to post my charries lol...but I think you all know them pretty well. I'll use Cricket and Finn and...uh...Winnie in this one, just for kicks and giggles. Questions? Just ask.)

So, here's how this is gonna work. Your characters already know they are fiction. Right now they are chilling in a place they call the Break Room, where they just hang around.)

Winnie lounged upside-down on a couch, twirling a finger around her hair. Sooo...bored...she absentmindedly glanced around, and--there was a white thing under the couch. She cocked an eyebrow and twisted onto her belly so she could get a better view, then slid it out...ew. An envelope. She slid it back.

"Wait, what was that?" Finn caught Winnie red-handed and stooped to grab the letter. He flipped it around in his hand. "Was that there b'fore?"

Cricket snatched it away and opened it. "I don't think so..." Damnit. It was in English. He handed it back to Finn. "Can't read it."

T.Mor stood up and looked at the card over Finn's shoulder. It was near unintelligible to him as well. He mentally cursed his poor literacy. "Read it! I bet it's something about...Taxes." T.Mor said, coming to an accidental anti-climax with the end of his sentence.

(Man...I wanna bring Riddle in...Even though I said I wouldn't earlier. Permission to add her?)

Sure!

Finn shrugged. "Nah, can't read. Anyone 'ere read English?"

"I READ!!!" Riddle said excitedly, rolling out from under a sofa.

"Shut up. No you don't. You're worse than I am."T.Mor corrected her. It was true. Riddle would just make stuff up about text, and pretend to read.

"Oh. Right...I eat. Does that help?" Riddle offered.

"Not really..." T.Mor said, looking back at the note. He wanted to know what it said so badly.

Cricket took the note back, and stared at the letters as if he was trying to put a mental puzzle together. Annaleah had taught him how to read...a little..."D, E, A...R...Deh-ahr...Wait no. Dear. First word."

Marley
"Wow... for once, I'm one of the best readers in the room. This is new" I said, climbing off of the couch, and snatching up the card from Cricket. "Alright..." I read the card out loud to them, my eyes widening slightly with every new development. After I was done, I looked around, shock evident in my eyes. Then my mouth widened into a grin "Awesome!"

Cricket cocked an eyebrow like he wasn't quite sure he believed what he'd heard. "So...you're telling me...that letter says we can meet our authors? As in, real life?...This is one of those bad ideas that's 'ard t' resist."

"I have a bone to pick with her actually...If it is a her...Uhm." T.Mor said excitedly. He really did have a bone to pick, but would also like to see what reality was like.

"I WONDER IF SHE EATS." Riddle wondered aloud, automatically assuming that her author was a chick.

"Of course she eats...Everyone eats..." T.Mor said, blatantly ignoring the fact that neither he nor Riddle had eaten in several days.

Marley
"No more character revolution crap, guys. And I know /my/ writer pretty well, we hang out a lot." I nodded, putting the note down "So we're going, right? To heck with caution?"

Robin
"I don't know, guys... I have a bad feeling about this. And last time I ignored logic, I died"

Marley
"Wait, you're here?! Why didn't YOU read the note?!"

Robin
"Erm... you guys had it covered?" I smiled sheepishly. Then I glanced over at a sleeping Speedy, sprawled out on the couch "Guess if we really are going, I should wake him up..."

"No...Of course not. The author would probably kick my butt one on one...But still. I can negotiate can't I? And I mean...I wonder if the world there is as bad as the world we live in..." T.Mor thought about what reality would look like.

"DUDE. Maybe we'll see AN OCEAN." Riddle was excited. Moreso than usual. "And don't worry about logic, It stops dead when I attack it with my ninja death ray." Riddle reassured Robin, with a frightening grin.

Melly: I walked into the room. "What's going on?" I asked. Then I remembered I had my memory and clenched my fists. "Jelsa is so dead! She gave me amnesia! WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?!"

((Lol, the CBR. I'm so glad I had a good idea xD))

Peter
"Hey, hey, hey!" I said, looking at the new girl. "No character revolting! If there's one thing I've learned, it's that writers have a reason for everything they do. You may not agree with that, but it's the truth. They always have some method to their madness."
"Wow...imagine meeting Winter in her own world!" Sarah said. "Well, I mean, it's like Izzy's world--I think she said they're the same... Oh, but do you think that we'll still have our powers? Or...or be able to talk to souls?"
I felt a chill in my heart. The idea of not being able to talk to Sesria...to not know her...it scared me.

((Legitimate question here.))

"YOU GUYS!! I know you guys!!" Riddle jumped up and down upon seeing Peter and Sarah.

"Yes. You know them..." T.Mor said with an amused smile. "I agree to the 'no character revolt' thingy. I already don't like killing people, and that chat makes my head hurt. It feels like working for Mr.Face." T.Mor said.

"I wonder if there will be mutant zombie babies." Riddle wondered aloud.

Name: Ezra Cox (the majority know him)
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Apperance: Raven-black hair, longish. Dark eyes. Height: 6'1
Personality: Sarcastic, Hot headed, stubborn
Breif Backstory: He was raised by both his parents till they divorced. He now lives with his mom and hates his dad. His dad wants Liz dead amd only focuses about winning the battle.the propecy talks about. His mom doesn't know about his abilities and now that he has met Liz and won't kill her... his family (not his mom or his mom's side) wants him dead.
Extra info: None to put right now..

(ok now I have finally put my charrie in)

"What's going on?" asks Nokia, waltzing in followed by the typically tacit Rogal.
"I heard something about meeting our authors."