Post by Gavner on Oct 28, 2009 3:10:10 GMT -4
Name: Gavner
Age: 18 years old / 23 years old.....(see profile)
Appearence:
Hometown: Boston, Mass.
Family:...One big mess to be exact.
Special Abilities: Stopping time, Molding reality, illusions and so on and so forth
Weapons of Choice: don't need any
Status: Goblin
History:
Families tend to have their secrets...the sketeons in the closet...their dirty laundry...their curses.
...Let's see how to start this....oh yeah this will work...
Once upon a time there was a a miller/commoner who lied to the king that his daughter could spin straw into gold. The king called for the girl, shut her in a tower room with straw and a spinning wheel, and demanded that she spin the straw into gold by morning, for three nights, or be executed. She had given up all hope, when a goblin appeared in the room and spun straw into gold for her in return for her necklace; then again the following night for her ring. On the third night, when she had nothing with which to reward him, the strange creature spun straw into gold for a promise that the girl's first-born child would become his.
The king was so impressed that he married the miller's daughter, but when their first child was born, the goblin returned to claim his payment: "Now give me what you promised". The queen was frightened and offered him all the wealth she had if she could keep the child. The goblin refused but finally agreed to give up his claim to the child if the queen could guess his name in three days. At first she failed, but before the final night, her messenger discovered the goblin's remote mountain cottage and, unseen, overhears the goblin hopping about his fire and singing.
When the goblin came to the queen on the third day and she revealed his name, Rumpelstiltskin lost his bargain. In the 1812 edition of the Brothers Grimm tales, Rumpelstiltskin then "ran away angrily, and never came back".
And they all lived happily ever after...not so much.
You see it would have all been well and good if that was how it actually ended but noooooooooo things got much more complicated. You see even though Rumpelstiltskin lost the bet with the now Queen he felt as if he had been cheated since it had been him who had basically saved her neck by turning the straw into gold so he deserved soemthing in return. The first deal had been for the first born child...that deal was now broken and so the first born was fine...but the youngest child in the blood line was up for grabs...it would always be up for grabs.
Rumpelstiltskin bought his time and made a deal with the dark witches whom he had deal twith on several occassions and they placed a curse upon the Queens blood line for as long as her blood continued on it would forever be cursed and Rumpelstiltskin would gain what was owed to him. The curse was that there would only be 2 children born to the woman the oldest a girl to carry on the blood line and the youngest a son who Rumpelstiltskin on the night of the child's 18th birhtday would claim as his own.
After the Queen gave birth to her son she spent the next 18 years trying to find a way to free herself and her son of the curse and she failed and no matter the protection her son ahd been put under when the morning of his 18th birthday came he was gone never to be seen or heard from again and so it continued on centruy after centruy the youngest son always torn away and that is where I come into this little..."fairy tale."
You see life was perfectly normal right up until the night before my 18th birthday....one second I'm there and the next second....well not so much. The Queen who made the deal with Rumpelstiltskin is in my direct line...I'm my mother's youngest son...put the pieces together.
The thing is is that when I was taken is when life...or whatever we are callig this now got a bit on the weird side. You see Rumpelstiltskin has been collecting people for centuries now and he grooms them grooms them...or well I guess I should say us to be goblins...to carry on with what he has been doing for years upon years. We age slower then normal; every 10 years which past is only 1 year for us so even though I was taken in 1955 when I was 18 I am only physically 23 these days.
Were stuck for eternity as a goblin...or at least as far as I can tell...there is no way out of it...no way tot urn against him and no way to stop the curse. As the years go on and the body decays I reckon I will eventually resemble a heaving pile of flesh sort fo like old Rumpelstiltskin does these days...he doesn't do much...it's our job now...my job I suppose to make the deals and cause just enough trouble to keep the world on its toes...
Age: 18 years old / 23 years old.....(see profile)
Appearence:
Hometown: Boston, Mass.
Family:...One big mess to be exact.
Special Abilities: Stopping time, Molding reality, illusions and so on and so forth
Weapons of Choice: don't need any
Status: Goblin
History:
Families tend to have their secrets...the sketeons in the closet...their dirty laundry...their curses.
...Let's see how to start this....oh yeah this will work...
Once upon a time there was a a miller/commoner who lied to the king that his daughter could spin straw into gold. The king called for the girl, shut her in a tower room with straw and a spinning wheel, and demanded that she spin the straw into gold by morning, for three nights, or be executed. She had given up all hope, when a goblin appeared in the room and spun straw into gold for her in return for her necklace; then again the following night for her ring. On the third night, when she had nothing with which to reward him, the strange creature spun straw into gold for a promise that the girl's first-born child would become his.
The king was so impressed that he married the miller's daughter, but when their first child was born, the goblin returned to claim his payment: "Now give me what you promised". The queen was frightened and offered him all the wealth she had if she could keep the child. The goblin refused but finally agreed to give up his claim to the child if the queen could guess his name in three days. At first she failed, but before the final night, her messenger discovered the goblin's remote mountain cottage and, unseen, overhears the goblin hopping about his fire and singing.
When the goblin came to the queen on the third day and she revealed his name, Rumpelstiltskin lost his bargain. In the 1812 edition of the Brothers Grimm tales, Rumpelstiltskin then "ran away angrily, and never came back".
And they all lived happily ever after...not so much.
You see it would have all been well and good if that was how it actually ended but noooooooooo things got much more complicated. You see even though Rumpelstiltskin lost the bet with the now Queen he felt as if he had been cheated since it had been him who had basically saved her neck by turning the straw into gold so he deserved soemthing in return. The first deal had been for the first born child...that deal was now broken and so the first born was fine...but the youngest child in the blood line was up for grabs...it would always be up for grabs.
Rumpelstiltskin bought his time and made a deal with the dark witches whom he had deal twith on several occassions and they placed a curse upon the Queens blood line for as long as her blood continued on it would forever be cursed and Rumpelstiltskin would gain what was owed to him. The curse was that there would only be 2 children born to the woman the oldest a girl to carry on the blood line and the youngest a son who Rumpelstiltskin on the night of the child's 18th birhtday would claim as his own.
After the Queen gave birth to her son she spent the next 18 years trying to find a way to free herself and her son of the curse and she failed and no matter the protection her son ahd been put under when the morning of his 18th birthday came he was gone never to be seen or heard from again and so it continued on centruy after centruy the youngest son always torn away and that is where I come into this little..."fairy tale."
You see life was perfectly normal right up until the night before my 18th birthday....one second I'm there and the next second....well not so much. The Queen who made the deal with Rumpelstiltskin is in my direct line...I'm my mother's youngest son...put the pieces together.
The thing is is that when I was taken is when life...or whatever we are callig this now got a bit on the weird side. You see Rumpelstiltskin has been collecting people for centuries now and he grooms them grooms them...or well I guess I should say us to be goblins...to carry on with what he has been doing for years upon years. We age slower then normal; every 10 years which past is only 1 year for us so even though I was taken in 1955 when I was 18 I am only physically 23 these days.
Were stuck for eternity as a goblin...or at least as far as I can tell...there is no way out of it...no way tot urn against him and no way to stop the curse. As the years go on and the body decays I reckon I will eventually resemble a heaving pile of flesh sort fo like old Rumpelstiltskin does these days...he doesn't do much...it's our job now...my job I suppose to make the deals and cause just enough trouble to keep the world on its toes...