Official Mod's Contest - 'Fairy tales and Mythical Characters'

This is a water nymph.
They are spirits of the water, normally in the form of a women.
Originally from Greek Mythology, they are said to inhabit water all over the world.

'Alice's adventures in Wonderland' is an English novel written by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson in 1865. It's the story of a girl who falls through a rabbit hole into a fantasy world. The book is commonly referred to as 'Alice in Wonderland'

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Boruta, the devil.
In the most popular legends Boruta is a member of nobility, with very long moustache, with black eyes and tail.
But in some other he was also shown as the bird with great wings (called Boruta Šęczycki), also as a big fish with horns, sometimes as owl.


here is the whole legend about him:
Adapted and translated by Anna Piwowarska for Polish Radio

Over four hundred years had passed since the devil named Boruta had taken guard of the treasures in the vaults of the Šęczyca castle. As you can imagine, after all this time he was very bored indeed. The dungeons of the castle were dark and damp and there was not much to do, especially for a devil who was used to having lots of naughty fun. He used reminisce about all the fun before he got this boring job. When he’d go to an inn, drink all the alcohol there and then start a fight. Or when he’d hide behind a tree in a forest at the dead of night and jump out at passing travellers, robbing them of their money and horses.

“ Those were the days,† he thought to himself, “ Now I just sit around waiting for someone to rob the dungeons. And no one even  does that!  This is no life for a devil. I’m wasted here….â€

And Boruta wasn’t just moaning about nothing.  Four hundred years is a long time to sit in the cold and the dark, all by yourself. So one day, he decided enough was enough. He would go out into the world and remind himself what life was all about.

Before he went out, he donned the attire of a noble man to disguise himself. This consisted of a long velvet coat with a golden belt to which a sword was attached;  a three-cornered hat (to hide his devilish horns) and long black gloves that covered his hairy, clawed hands. Although he didn’t have a mirror to look in, he knew thought that he must look very dashing indeed. So, he twirled his long moustache, which stretched from ear to ear, and opened the rusty gates to the dungeons.

As soon as he walked out onto the courtyard he immediately felt better. The sun was shining high up in the sky and next to the castle peasants were singing happily while working in the fields. It was all so much more colourful and cheery than the lonely, dark dungeon. He felt alive again.

It so happened that on the estate next to the castle, a nobleman was giving away his eldest daughter. There was a throng of guests, a band playing merrily, tables full of food and dancing and cheering that could be heard for miles.  Boruta saw the wedding party and decided that he wouldn’t mind having a bit of fun himself.

“Although, I’d better wait until its dark so no one will be able to recognize me.† He thought . Even though he was wearing a disguise, he didn’t want anyone to know that the devil had given himself some time off from guarding the treasure.

So, just after dusk he entered the wedding reception. As he stood in the door, his tall frame cast a long shadow over the dance floor. Immediately, the band stopped playing and the wedding guests stopped chattering. The father of the bride, who was also the host of the reception, stepped forward and spoke to Boruta:

“ Good evening stranger, “ he said graciously, “ I am always happy and honoured to welcome all my guests into my humble home although I don’t seem to remember inviting you on this occasion. Please have the grace to tell us who you are and where you have come from.â€

As you might imagine, devils are not known for their good manners so Boruta simply ignored the host and went straight to the buffet. The table was so heavily laden with hot steaming meats and that it was bent in the middle. Boruta immediately picked up a whole roast piglet and took an enormous bite out of it. He was very happy he’d come. This certainly beat the flea ridden rats and slimy toads that he’s had to eat for the last four hundred years.  The guests looked at him in horror but none were going to mess with him. There was something very strange – and frankly, a little frightening – about the enormous stranger

After he’d had a bite of everything he fancied, Boruta suddenly felt very thirsty. So he ordered some beer. Not just a pint, mind. Oh no – Boruta went behind the bar, picked up a whole barrel and poured it straight into his mouth. The guests looked at him in surprise. It may have been a joyous occasion where drink flowed freely but this was certainly no way to behave, they thought.  However, Boruta didn’t care in the least that people were looking at him and shaking their heads in disgust. He just picked up another barrel, and drank it bottom up. Then he got hold of another and emptied it in the same way - then another and another! The noblemen gathered around him, their mouths open aghast. They’d never seen anyone drink so much in such a short amount of time. They couldn’t believe that he was still standing upright!

Truthfully, Boruta was barely standing upright. After drinking all that beer, his head was spinning and his body was swayed from left to right. However, all that drink had certainly made him ready for a dance.

“Is this a wedding reception or what?!† he shouted drunkenly, “Let the band play play something merry!â€

Not knowing what to do, the band looked to the father of the bride. He nodded, for what else could he do? Perhaps all that eating and drinking, mixed with some dancing would make the greedy, rude stranger weary and he would go to sleep in a haystack. Then the rest of the guests get on with the reception. The host hoped so but unfortunately the ill-mannered stranger seemed livelier than ever. He grabbed the pretty bride by the hand and dragged her on to the dance floor.

The young bride squealed and shrieked with fear. Her father, the host looked on in horror. The young groom felt a hot, flush of anger rising inside him.

“How dare he!† thought the groom, “ Not only does this stranger come to our wedding reception uninvited. He eats all the best food, drinks all the remaining barrels of beer and now he’s grabbed my wife for a dance before I’ve even had a chance to dance with her! He will pay for this – I swear it!

Now, the problem was that the young groom wasn’t at all a match for the devil. He was half his weight and a good two heads shorter than him but he was young, fearless and very much in love with his new bride. So he went onto the dance floor and grabbed her from Boruta. The bride quickly ran back to her mother and sisters. Boruta looked at the groom and smiled so widely that his moustache touched each one of his ears. The young man was holding a sword in his hand and pointing it at him. It was clear that he was challenging the devil to a dual.

The reason that devil was smiling was because he knew that he was an excellent swordsman. So many years in the dark vaults of the castle had meant that he’d had a long time to practice. He’d got so good that he was even able to slice a flying bat in half with his sword,  in the pitch black.  Normally the young bridegroom wouldn’t have stood a chance against him. However, Boruta had drunk over six barrels of beer and was now a little unsteady on his feet. The bridegroom lunged at him, before Boruta had even had a chance to pull his sword out of his belt.  They started to fight and the guests looked on with a mixture of terror and excitement. They both fought well – with skill and strength. As they fought, they moved from the courtyard, into the hallway, then out to the courtyard outside. Just as Boruta was sobering up and showing that his height and weight was sure to win over the slender young groom, the **** crowed. The devil was not used to this strange sound having been in the dungeon for so many years. It made him flinch and the groom took this moment’s distraction as an opportunity. In one fast swoop, he cut off three of Boruta’s gloved fingers. The fingers fell to the floor and everyone looked at the hairy, ugly claws in horror.  Without a moment’s hesitation, the groom swooped the three cornered hat off Boruta’s head and exposed his devilish   horns. Everyone gasped. Now, they all knew that they were dealing with the devil himself!

In the distance another **** crowed and the pinky-purple light signaled the arrival of sunrise. The young groom stood fearlessly above him, pointing his sword at his face. Boruta suddenly felt very sober and quite frankly, a little embarrassed. He quickly got himself up and started to run towards the castle. He was in such a hurry that he didn’t even bother to pick up his golden belt, sword or three cornered hat. He even left his three fingers on the ground and before long one of the village dogs carried them off and buried them in the ground somewhere. As he ran, Boruta could hear the laughter and the cheers of the wedding party as they celebrated the young groom’s victory over the devil.

Boruta went back to his dark, damp dungeon with his tail between his legs. For a very long time, he sat around sulking and licking his wounded hand. He’d lost his sword and his favourite hat and he’d even lost three of his fingers. It hadn’t been worth that few barrels of beer and half a dance with a pretty bride. He was also furious that he’s let a young groom beat him at sword fighting. Worst of all, he was angry at the fact that he’d exposed himself and all the nobleman had seen that the devil could be beaten by a human.  Now no one would be afraid of him! They’d probably all come and get the treasure now. He couldn’t bare to think about it. His head and his hand hurt and he just wanted some peace and quiet.

Since then, Boruta never ventured out of the dark dungeons however bored and lonely he got. He didn’t have a hat to cover his horns, his fingers were missing and he didn’t even have a lousy sword to fight with. However, most of all he was just embarrassed at having been beaten by the young groom . It turns out that even the devil can be conquered if you put your mind to it! Especially if you’re doing it for the sake of love…

JAMAICA - White Witch of Rose Hall, Annie Palmer


Annie was born in Paris and moved to the beautiful island of Jamaica. She was to marry a powerful man who owned Rose Hall and thousands of acres of sugar plantation.

According to legend, she was a beautiful but spoiled young white woman who arrived on the island east of Montego Bay in 1820. Perhaps out of boredom, Annie started taking slaves to her bed. When she lavished her attentions on a slave, that man's days were numbered. After Annie grew tired of her lover, she would murder him and have him buried in an unmarked grave. We know little of her first husband, John Palmer, except that she murdered him in his bed as well. Perhaps he caught her in the act, or maybe she just tired of him too. The legend has her murdered in her bed during the slave uprisings of the 1830s.

The spirit of Annie Palmer still haunts Rose Hall, along with a host of other spirits... presumably those of her victims.

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I live in Montenegro, town called Herceg Novi and area called Boka Bay. Boka bay is among the loveliest in the world. It consists of four connected straits. It is all surrounded by steep cliffs that mirror in blue waters of the Adriatic Sea. We have many legends in Boka Bay but it is difficult to make bimbo based on most of them. I choose one that is among my favourites and it is called The banishment of Alkima. According to legend, Alkima was not a godess but she lived in Greece together with Gods and they enjoyed her accompany beacouse of her extraordinary beauty. One day she said to God of the sea, Poseidon ... I am God here and not you. People look at me and not you. They notices me everywhere I go, and nobody notices you. Poseidon got very mad and he banished her barefoot, in her dress, to the distance country, to the Boka Bay. Since then, she is wondering around, doing only good things to people, helping them, hoping that one day Poseidon is going to bring her back in Greece.

My bimbo is SNOW WHITE from the fantasy story snow white and the seven dwarfs. She had an evil step mother who wanted her killed because of snow whites beauty, but to her rescue came seven dwarfs!

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I'm from Canada which doesn't really have a legendary and/or mythical creature, so I chose the Succubus which is a common legend in Europe and Asia. "A succubus (plural succubi) is a demon who takes the form of a beautiful woman to seduce men, especially monks, in dreams to have sexual intercourse, according to the medieval European legend. In Sri Lanka and other Buddhist cultures, the succubus is named as "Mohini", where she would wait on the road with a white dress with a baby and ask for men's help." -Wikkipedia

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Dryads are tree nymphs in Greek mythology. In Greek drys signifies 'oak,' thus dryads are specifically the nymphs of oak trees, though the term has come to be used for all tree nymphs in general.

Legolas, from Lord of The Rings. He's an Elf from the Woodland Realm. He is a member of the Fellowship of the ring. He 's tall brave and warm-hearted

I chose Cinderella. Since there are no gloves....the  fur is acting as her accessory. I was always read this fairlytale at bedtime..that is why I chose her.

I am from the USA

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Annie Palmer, the White Witch of Rose Hall. A legend of my country: Jamaica



Annie Palmer, born in France had moved to Jamaica where she married John Palmer, the owner of a booming sugar plantation called the Rose Hall Great House. It is believed that she killed her husband in his bed, as well as her 2nd and 3rd husbands.
Annie was feared by the slaves because of her ruthlessness. Due to this, some of the slaves taught her the art of voodoo (or obeah as it is referred to in Jamaica). She was a well known 'obeah woman' throughout the island, and she took pleasure in making young slave men her lovers, but only for a short period of time, as she would kill them after a while.
Some of the practices Annie Palmer was involved in included horrors such as human sacrifice, particularly in children, and she used their bones for her black magic. She became well known as the 'White Witch of Rose Hall' as she was a white woman who practiced black magic, and owned Rose Hall Plantation.
Legend has it that she was finally killed by one of her slaves who was stronger in the art than she was. It is said that she wasn't aware of his powers or practice in magic, and he used this advantage to avenge the death of a slave he wanted for his son-in law.
Today, the Rose Hall Great House is a popular tourist attraction, and people believe it to be haunted by former slaves, and even Annie Palmer herself.

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I am from the USA and my bimbo is the female legend Annie Oakley.



"Her name was Phoebe Moses and she was born in Darke County, Ohio in 1860 and she could shoot the head off a running quail when she was twelve years old.
Once, at the invitation of Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany, she knocked the ashes off a cigaret he was holding in his mouth.

When she out-shot the great exhibition marksman, Frank Butler, he fell in love with her and they were ideally happy the rest of their long lives.

She could handle a rifle or a six-gun with an artistry unsurpassed by that of any human being before her time or, probably, since. And when she appeared with Sitting Bull and other notables in Colonel Cody's Wild West Show, she thrilled your father and mother -- not as Phoebe Anne Oakley Moses but as "Little Sure Shot," the immortal Annie Oakley."

http://www.cowgirls.com/dream/cowgals/oakley.htm