Rowen Characters

[ѕтαяк, The Rebel Princess]

Part l

He who has overcome his fears will truly be free



[Normalities]
{Full Name} Princess Griffin Collette Stefan Drake
{Nickname} The Odd Princess, Griff
{Gender} Female
{Age} 16 (One and six)
{Race} Human
{Area.of.Birth} Inside the royal castle of Rowen
{Kingdom} Rowen

{Appearance}






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Overall Appearance
By the royal standards, Grifffin wouldn't be considered pretty. She has a heart shaped, wide face with large wide set eyes. She has plump cheeks and a wide mouth with strait, white teeth. She doesn't have the dainty look that most princesses posses, but her smile is pretty enough. She has a large lopsided nose and short, dark eyebrows. Her hair is a dark brown, very nearly black. It adds contrast to her skin, which is extremely pale, almost as pale as skin naturally gets, without the pink tint to it. Her hair is as brown as her eyebrows and falls to just past her shoulder blades in untamed brown curls. They are usually kept away in a bun or a braid to keep it out her eyes when training. Griffin is rather stout, standing at about 5'4. Griffin isn't the skinny type, as most people her size are, she is rather extremely muscular with an athletic hourglass figure. She keeps it hidden through her training clothes. She is extremely muscular, sometimes even beating out the boys in strength. Her legs are the most muscular part of her, following her stomach or torso, and then her arms are her weakest, although they are of exceptional strength. Griffin never wears her royal robes, she wears her armour, although it is greatly frowned upon by the royals and her family.



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{Personality}

The thing about Griffin is that she isn't like normal princesses, she fights with the knights and tries to learn any form of fighting that she can. She attends her princess duties Sometimes but mostly spends her time as a boy. She isn't liked by some for that, but she doesn't listen, she is happy with her training. She is trained in martial arts, bow and arrow, and daggers.

Lets get this clear, Griffin is not a princess type. First, she is fierce and defensive to everyone, no exceptions. She is also sarcastic and witty to the point that she usually ends up hurting people with her tongue. Her tongue is blunt and unafraid to say anything, and she tends to say things that come to mind without any thought. Even though she knows that she shouldn't be speaking, she finds herself doing so anyway. She has a very blunt tongue that is honest to a fault. She will tell things as they are, and doesn’t sugarcoat anything. She is a sly creature, with a mysterious tone to her. She is very independent and sassy. She never turns down a challenge, no matter how much the odds seem to be against her, and can live off a single thought for days at at a time. She is able to think on her feet and make split-second decisions, making her a great liar and very persuasive. She is extremely smart, and has the ability to pick up knowledge like a sponge. She is extremely stubborn and doesn't take orders from anyone, and sometimes to prove her point she will do the exact opposite of what she is told. She can come off as very strong and sarcastic, and that usually scares people away, but she never tries to offend anyone with her sarcasm, it is more of a habit of hers. She has a bad habit of not liking people that she doesn't know, and remains mostly to herself, deep in thought or in a book or in training. She has a hard time standing still, and if she stands still for too long she starts to fidget. has a white-hot temper that could compete with the sun that can involve throwing things, holding people at weapon-point, or just leaving and waiting for revenge silently. She gets anxious really easily, and can’t stand to be around too many people without feeling uncomfortable. She is able to be unseen and quiet, blending into her surroundings and being unnoticeable. She has a bad habit of not liking people she doesn’t know, and can be mean to them based on an image of them she has in her mind, even if they haven’t done anything to her. She get frustrated easily, especially to people that don’t cooperate with her, but she tends not to listen to orders as well. Sometimes she even does the opposite of what she is told to do to prove a point. She has a habit of talking down to people, even people of much higher a social status than her, and she usually is punished for that. She is proud, too proud for her own good and she refuses to admit it. She fears the things she can’t control (Like natural weather disasters), and fires, but refuses to tell anyone, fearing she would look weak.
She loves storms, rain, and cold weather but hates hot weather because she isn’t used to it, and it usually cuts her performance, and makes her feel uncomfortable, as well as makes her stay indoors if she can. She is very determined to achieve any goals that she has set and will reach them, eventually. Griffin finds pleasure in teasing and provoking people, and she is very good at it. She usually hits low with her words, and it can hurt people a lot. She doesn't really think about that when in the moment.

{History}
Griffin was the second child of the royal Rowen family, and the finally awaited daughter to the Rowan Royal family that her mother had always wanted. Griffin was born prematurely, roughly three months early, which caused an unhealthy and small child and a risky birth, the child wasn't expected to live but she managed for some reason, and it became clear that she was a strong child. Because of that the queen named her Griffin, after a proud and strong creature in the myths. . From the moment Griffin could learn she thought of herself as a tool of marriage, for the sake of the kingdoms personal gain. Griffin was always expected to grow up to be the beautiful, graceful, delicate one, but she grew up to be none of those. Although the royal family still tried to morph her into a girl that was what they hoped for. She hated it, as well as she hated all of her girly duties as a princess. She watched her brother learn with swords in the courtyard and envy him for being able to do what he wanted while she was stuck in the castle learning how to knit and sew and eat.
When Griffin was seven she snuck out of the castle into town and met with a group of boys older than her that were training to become knights. She begged them to help her and they agreed, and made a deal. Every night she could sneak out into the castle and meet them in the courtyard where she would train with them. Every night, she snuck out of bed after her mother kissed her goodnight she would sneak out and join them, and that is where she learned to fight with a sword. She wasn't very good, but she got better and better as each lesson went. Her mother got suspicious, seeing the new bruises on her and her tired eyes, and her falling asleep in lessons.
One night the queen went to check on Griffin, only to find the child missing from her bed. The queen naturally assumed kidnapping and called the guards to shut down the city and look for the missing child. When they found her training, no one in the royal family was happy with her, but that didn't dampen her spirits to continue training. Whenever a new person from somewhere she had never heard of came to the kingdom, she would always go and train with them and learn their style of fighting.
Now that Griffin is sixteen, the threatening thought of marriage lurks inside her mind. She hates the idea of marriage, no way is she going to like it, no matter who she marries, but she knows that she has no choice in the matter.

[ѕтαяк, The Rebel Princess]

Part ll

Marrage will be the death of me




{Talents} Bow and arrow, Martial arts, persuasive, sneaking and making her way around. She is also very good at making her way out of sticky situations.

{Weaknesses}
-Commitment- Griffin can't stand staying in one place or doing one thing at a time, she just can't. It is the same with any kind of commitment, wether it be attending studies of meeting suitors, she has always been one that lacks in commitment. She will, of course commit if she does find something that interests her enough, but she has quite high standards for that.
-Being ladylike- Naturally, Griffin has never been ladylike. She was always too clumsy, too loud, too outgoing and too aggressive for that kind of lifestyle. She loved fighting and hated her lessons. Perhaps it is just genetics, possibly just because it was too normal for her, but one thing is sure, she will never, ever act ladylike.
-Staying still


{Likes}
-Bow and arrow
-Martial arts
-Fighting
-Pickpocketing and Lockpicking

{Dislikes}
-Marriage or any kind of loving commitment
-Acting girly or delicate
-Love (Or anything gushy)


{Rank} Royal (Princess)
{Occupation} Princess

[Relationships]
{Family}
King Tiberius Stefan DrakeFather-
Griffin has always known, even though he had never said it, that she was the favoured child. He is kind and courteous to her, and she knows that he has a sweet spot for her, and she loves to take advantage of it. Admittedly, she is most obedient to him too, so it goes both ways.
Queen Aeronwyn Druella DrakeGriffin knows that for many reasons, she isn't the favoured child of the queen. It used to bother her, but her father comforted her. Griffin realizes now that because she isn't a lady she is not the favoured child. At least her mother still tolerates her, even if they are not as close as they should be.
Prince Elric of Rowen Brother-
Griffin and Elric are, well, to say the least, opposites. Where Elric is the prince-like, gallant and charming, Griffin is anything but. She feels that her brother envys her for marriage being her only duty in the family, but she would give anything to have his life. Sometimes she does purposely taunt him, but she mostly enjoys it because he reacts so nicely to it. Besides fighting they do have a good relationship, and at the end of the day they are brother and sister, and their relationship may be more 'respect' than love, but it works for them.

{Friends} Her family, she has close family bonds, but she is a little distant with them
{Enemies} Whoever she has to marry, and anyone who is opposed to her wanting to fight.
{Boss} Her father and mother, who she (Very grudgingly) Listens to. She tends to get in arguments with them often, even over the smallest of things
{Courter} None

[Eccentricities]
{Fighting.Style} She is trained in sword work, and although she isn't particularly good at it, she is trained in other things.
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Martial arts Believe it or not, Griffin is exceptional at martial arts, many different forms of it. She is a master at four different styles, all from all over the world.
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Bow and ArrowWhen it comes to hitting her target using a bow and arrow, she usually takes a couple of arrows in order to hit her mark, but she always does. She isn't the best as bow and arrow, but she is rather good.
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Daggers At all times Griffin has at least four daggers on her. They make her feel safe, and she is able to do some major damage with them.

Hawk Griffin has a hawk, namely Silver Wind, that she has nursed herself. She has learned her own way of protecting herself by training the hawk to attack, it doesn't do much damage, it is mostly for a distraction.
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{Prized.Possession} Her hawk named Silver wind
{Magical.Preferences} She doesn't really care for magic, if people do it in a fight against her, she will rule it as unfair, but outside of that, she couldn't care less.
{Animal.Companion} She desperately wants a dragon, but she has a few pets of her own because she is a royal.
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Wynter, a two year old cat that she rescued a year ago.

Elder, a large wolf that was taken from his litter tamed when she was three and the wolf was just a kit. It is fierce and protective over Griffin

Seeing that everyone in the royal family has a mount, Griffin has Nightshade,a dark seven year old mare

With her she usually has a large domesticated ferruginous hawk, namely Silver Wind. It is a female of three years. It cannot fly but seems to take care of itself fine in the wild, so she leaves it there from time to time when she goes into the city.
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{Criminal.Record} In these times, she could be in trouble because of her ways of fighting even though she is a girl, but the royal family keeps her safe for the most part.

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[Savannah W ~, Dragon Rider of Lider]

All rights to this character are reserved by me. If this is copied and used else where (even with slight alterations), it is considered plagiarism and is punishable by law.
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Part One
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[Normalities]
»»[Full Name] Braylin Wyatt Wake
»»»»[Nickname] N/A
»»[Gender] Male
»»[Age] 21
»»[Race] Human
»»[Area of birth] Outside of Rowen in the Lost
»»[Kingdom] Currently Rowen (see history)
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[Face Claim] Caleb Lane
Braylin is a rather dashing young man. He stands at 6'0.5" and weighs in at 189 pounds of muscle. Oh yeah, he's in hella good shape. Braylin had deep star burst blue eyes that are rather enticing. He has a few scars across his body from combat.
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[Formalities]

»»[Personality]
Braylin isn't one to wait to react, especially when he sees the need to take action. He wont think twice to running headstrong into a situation that he considers posing an issue or a threat to him or his friends. Braylin isn't one to have friends that stick around, usually getting scared off from his bluntness or the other strong attributes of his personality. But those that do stick around and that Braylin deems his friend have perhaps one of the best allies possible and are kept close. He has his opinion and his opinion alone is usually the only one he will truly trust. Thanks to his brilliance and what not, Braylin is commonly mistaken for a highly ranked form of nobility or even of royal descent, people believing someone born in his shoes incapable of being as well rounded as him.

Braylin is one of the rare who does not keep his emotions out of his actions. He believes that his actions should be influenced by his emotions considering emotions can fuel people to do the impossible--though he knows some emotions should not be allowed to sway his actions. But he has trouble filtering out which to follow so he tends to follow them all--each and every single damn one. Braylin rarely experiences fear, but when he does his courageous side dominates and pushes him through. He can be cocky and times and is fully confident in himself. Braylin is an open book, not bothering to hide any of who he is, but some of the pages are written in fallen languages, making them hard to read but still there and open to interpretation.

»»[History]
*Braylin's Parents*
Andrew Wake was born into high nobility and was perhaps one of the most respect knights among the kingdom of Rowen. He was forever faithful to his king and the royal family. In truth, he was a great man, but as all great Andrew had a weakness. He came across his weakness when he was escorting one of the royals through Rowen. His weakness's name was Lydia March. She was a simplistic beauty who was perfect in the eyes of Andrew. So perfect. But as a Knight, he was bound to his duty and not allowed to take a wife. So he did no such thing.

But over a year's time frame, Drew found himself crossing paths with the fair maiden more often than not and was soon cursed by love's hold. When a terrible situation came about and Andrew had to pick to protect the royal family or save the life of Lydia, Andrew rushed to his love's aid. Luckily for him, none of the royal's died in the attack but he was ripped of his nobility and ban from Rowen. Oddly enough, Drew was fine with this considering the love of his life came with him openly and the two started a life together.

*Braylin's History*
Braylin was born to a once highly regarded knight and a peasant. Honestly, Braylin's childhood was rather nice; he had loving parents who paid attention to him and the community of the Lost was rather close, like a large family of misfits. His father started training him in the art of combat as soon as Braylin was able to walk basically. By the age of ten, Braylin was a knight in the making, by far one of the best warriors of his age across the entirety of the land. But it was at the age of approaching age ten that Braylin's father was killed and Braylin and his mother were devastated.

But Braylin manned up for his Mother's sake, trying to be her rock. The next six months were hard, but the broken family pulled through just fine. Just over the age of ten is when Braylin's fate started to row out before him. He came across a mysterious man cloaked in dark robes in the forest. The man approached Braylin and the headstrong boy lashed out to try and protect himself, not realizing the man had meant no harm. But the man was impossibly skilled, able to counter any frail attempt by the young boy. After disarming Braylin, the man said four words. Only four words. "I will train you." Then man then vanished into the forest.

Braylin went in search of the man the following day and surely enough he found him. For the following four years, Braylin was trained extensively by the man, never to see his face until year four when he pulled his hood down and revealed himself. He looked to be so cold, but there was an odd care within him. He was elven, Braylin had expected this since the man taught him how to use magic to enchanted his weapons and a few other tricks here and there. His Master told him in order to better himself beyond what the Master was able to teach, Braylin must travel.

So along his travels, he would cross paths with his "Master/Trainer" and get taught more. Ultimately, he has lived a rather exciting life, seeming to always arrive at a place when his existence is needed most. Thanks to this odd luck, Braylin has gained a name for himself over the six years he has traveled, having done a few very noted heroic things, but he moves on quick, never basking in the wake of his heroic actions. He had been taught soaking up glory would be the death of him, as it was most noble warriors. When one didnt care for glory, one did not do things for it. They keep their minds clean and untapped so their actions are not influenced.

*How he met the Prince of Rowen and became involved with his family.*
It was an hour within twilight that Braylin entered Rowen, not having been in the city for a few years now but allowed entrance since it was not him who had been ban but rather his father years back. His face was cloaked for the main part, but his face was not fully shadowed, not wanting to frighten those of the town. As he walked, he picked up an eerie vibe, one he had learned well. Something terrible was about to happen. Then the screams rattled through the streets and Braylin was off, weaving his way towards the cries. A team of five bandits had been paid to take a girl, one who held value but not one everyone knew of. Braylin finally arrived only to see he was second on the scene. Another boy had rushed in to make himself useful, and was doing a fine job. But the bandits were skilled. The boy had killed two, but three remained. One was trying to drag the girl of and the other two double teaming the boy who was slowly losing the edge.

Braylin decided to deal with this in the easiest way possible. He retrieved a small throwing dagger and didnt think twice towards his actions or aim as he spun it through the air at the one still dragging the girl. It lodged into the kidnapper's head, normally Braylin would go for the heart but did not want to miss and hit the flailing young woman, and dead bestowed him instantly. Then Braylin's attention went to the boy who had just been managed to be pushed to the ground. Drawing his twin blades, the weapons Braylin adored most, he rushed over and finished off the two before they could harm the reckless hero on the ground.

Within only a moment of him saving the boy, soldiers filled the scene, bows and weapons pointed towards Braylin as if believing he was the enemy. Before any could attack, the boy stood from the ground and commanded them to lower their weapons. It was then Braylin finally realized where he recognized that boy's face from; he was the Prince of Rowen.

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Part Two
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»»[Talents]
**Braylin is trained heavily in the art of combat. He has become extremely skilled in using his crafted twin short blades, an elven bow (given to him during his travels after saving an elven family), and with daggers. Braylin can also wield a broad sword well, but he prefers the shorter, dual combo he already has.
**He was taught magic. He can do various weapon enchantments as well as some healing tricks and actual battle related magic. He knows how his new King and best friend feels of the elves, so he does not flaunt the fact he has actually trained under one.
**Blacksmiting, surprisingly enough. During the first four years of his training under the mysterious man in the forest, Braylin was forced to learn how to properly heat and mold medals into excellently crafted weapons. He was then taught how to enchant them.
**In honesty, his talents mainly revolve around his warrior side. He was chosen to be trained by the mysterious elven man in the forest, meaning he had something special in him that only the old elf could sense back then. That particular Elf only trains those who have something special in them...something different from others.

»»[Weaknesses]
**His temper. Braylin tends to have a very short fuse, not sure why. As he has gotten older, he has been able to gain more control over his temper. As a boy, it was terrible. But it still lashes out when he sees something happening that shouldnt be or hears something he believes he should speak against.
**He's emotions. Braylin has many strong emotions. He had the belief that he should not keep his emotions out of his actions because if he acts based on his emotions, then he acts for what he alone believes in and feels something towards. Of course this poses an issue when he acts on his more angered emotions.
**Damsels. Give him a girl to save and Braylin feels the need to do his duty and save her. He cant stand to see a woman in distress. This has gotten him into a few bad situations.
**Children. Braylin has the softest spot for children, being a man who one days wants them. He knows that the want for children and a lover will one day push him to make the same decision as his father and leave his Nobility behind for the good life. Like father like son.
**Lying...he cant lie, for shit. He has never felt the need to. He is always one to say the blunt truth based off what he believes or knows to be fact.

»»[Likes]
**Being himself. If he cant be himself, Braylin goes practically insane. He believes being yourself is one of the most important things you can do in life.
**A challenge. Yes, Braylin loves winning, but he wants there to be some sort of challenge or else there isnt much feeling behind achieving his goal. This applies to women as well. He likes a little be of a chase, not just a girl who throws herself at him.
**Pushing himself to his limits and improving. He likes to constantly test himself to make sure he keeps himself on his toes. He likes to better himself in the areas he arent fantastic in.
**Honesty and loyalty. He despises those who lie to him, especially to his face. He believes that everyone should just be flat out with what they have say and if they arent truthful then they obviously have something they are hiding...

»»[Dislikes]
**Losing. Braylin does not like to beaten at all, thus one of the reasons he has become as good as he has. But even though he hates losing, Braylin does not pout over losing. He uses the experience to better himself so next time he will win.
**Betrayal. Never cross him. He cant stand anyone who would dare call him a friend and then stab him in the back (something that has actually happened literally).
**Feeling helpless. This is perhaps one of the worst thing imaginable to Braylin. He cant stand being unable to do something when he knows he should or needs to.
**Watching others be harmed. Braylin has this thing where he can not sit back and watch pain being inflicted unless the reason behind the infliction is fully justified. But if it's a child being punished by means greater than a good ol' whippin' then Braylin usually steps in.

»»[Rank] A highly respected Knight who has been mainly designated to guarding Prince Elric.
»»[Occupation] Knight

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[Relationships]
»»[Family]
*Lydia Wake, mother, age 40
*Andrew Wake, father

»»[Friends]
*Elric Drake, his closest friend
*Braylin has many scattered friends, but few extremely close ones.

»»[Enemies]
*Well...basically anyone who is doing something against what he believes or is trying to hurt him or someone he cares for. He doesnt have a hatred towards Elves like his best friend does seeing as Braylin was raised amongst them and even trained by one.

»»[Boss] the royal family of Rowen
»»[Courter] Braylin is a Knight, forbidden to be wed...but his father was the same way and yet he ended up happily wed and with a child. Braylin is open to falling in love, actually wanting to one day have a family. He knows he will be ripped of his nobility and possibly forced from Rowen, but he wouldnt mind. He had lived a life before being a knight and living in Rowen. He could easily do it again for the right woman. (CLAIMED ALREADY BY THE LOVELY CANDICE)

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»»[Fighting Style]
*Braylin is rather skilled in fighting seeing is it's what he was brought up to do. He ca use most weapons, but he defiantly has his preferences.
*His twin short blades that he crafted himself and enchanted:
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*His elven bow given to him during his travels:
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»»[Prized Possession]
His prized possession is a ring that belonged to his father. It's back from the times his father was a knight. Braylin wears it always.
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»»[Magical Preference] he is for it and has been trained to use it by the Elf who trained him in combat.
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[Other]
»»On the inside of his left wrist is a tattoo the size of a quarter that she received from the mysterious Elven man who trained him.
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I apologize for the spotty imaging. My camera phone sucks a bit...as does my drawing ability at times lol.
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[Normalities]
{Full Name} Aeronwyn Druella Drake
{Nickname} (This is more of a title that comes after her name) The Fair
{Gender} Female
{Age} 34
{Race} Human
{Area of Birth} The Royal Castle
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Aeronwyn is not known as the belle of the kingdom for nothing, even at the age of thirty-one. Her caramel tresses seem to be glazed with a aeneous sheen, bestowing upon her noble head the impression of a luminescent halo. The crown of her head is encircled by a diadem of bronze, glimmering in sunlight and emanating waves of golden light even in moonlight. Each strand of hair is as fine as gossamer thread, as shimmery as silk, and as soft as satin. Aeronwyn's face is yet another matter. Endowed with girlish, yet mature and delicate, features, she appears to possess eternal youth. Her eyes are of a silken butterscotch hue, embellished with brassy accents and gilt trimmings. They are surrounded by inky lashes, which bristle like long, slender spiked spears ready to impale their target with a smoldering look. They thickly surround their caches of crystalline topaz like knights defending their fortress. These precious jeweled spheres are lidded by numerous folds of heavy smoky velvet, above which lie imposing eyebrows, kohled and dark and cutting oblique lines in the pallor of Aeronwyn's face. Her cheekbones look as though they are carved painstakingly from the most exquisite bone china, so elegant and fine are they. Aeronwyn's mouth is narrow and thin, but of a vivid crimson colour, and they are most commonly curved in a knowing, yet slightly taunting, smile, full of enigma and mystique. Her nose is short and small, pointed daintily at the tip, then receding gracefully up her face in a refined, perfect curvature, to the ridge of her eyebrows. Her chin is narrow and spiked, meeting at a sharp angle. But, she is most envied for her extraordinary neck. It is like a dandelion stalk--long and slim, with a well-defined head perched atop it, a head which seems to be capable of toppling off any second. Her neck joins her body at her collarbone, a marvellous feat of sculpture, so white and tastefully bony is it. Her physique, however, is overall sylphlike and willowy--a long, svelte torso with a buxom bosom and narrow, angular hips alighted upon impossibly elongate legs. Her skin is a healthy hue, however, a sanguine, florid tint of pomegranate mingled with alabaster white.

{Kingdom} Rowen

[Formalities]
{Personality} Aeronwyn is a very persuasive woman. Despite what one might speculate, her charm lies not in her looks, but in her intelligence and voice. Raised in the Drake royal family, she was educated as much as any of her brothers, and spent many a candlelit night propped against her goose-down pillows, browsing tomes of great complexity, of whose subjects ranged from mathematics and astronomy to literature and language to the magical arts and herbal healing. She has always been centered on her studies. However, from this also springs one of her gravest weaknesses: her lust for knowledge. She is never contented with what she knows, and always yearns to know more, to hold the keys to the universe. As her vestiges of vast information still do not satisfy her, she is never happy, and forever craves more wisdom. She is also too loving. Her children are her greatest pride and joy, the sun and moon of her life. However, her son, the sun (wow, homophone) of her being, dominates the "day" of her life, she favours him over her daughter, who she still adores fervently. She would give her life for the safety of her beloved. Her bravery is also a risk to her life, at times. Reckless and overly gallant, Aeronwyn will never shy away from adventure or darkness. Horror and terror do not exist in the lighted cathedral of her world, and her utter fearlessness is an endangerment to herself.
{History} Aeronwyn was born to the preceding King of Rowen, Luther Drake, and his second wife, who had previously been a concubine of his, Avia Melusine, a flirtatious and flighty snippet of a girl. She, a fairly high-ranking noblewoman, had wormed her way into the king's affections though a combination of dashing charm and cleverly-placed flattery. Once secure in her position as the favourite of the king's many concubines, she began to aim her ambitions even higher. Her power-hungry, shrewd mind not content with that of concubinage, she began to plot. She knew that the queen had taken seriously ill with a broken heart after the death of one of her sons, and had been an invalid ever since, feeble and confined to her four-poster bed. Upon this point, Avia commenced her conquest of the king's heart. With her eye-inducing tricks and flaming-red mane of hair, she gradually won over the king to such an extent that, by the time of Queen Giselle's passing the following year, King Luther's heart was wholly in her cunning little hands, and she was free to manipulate him as she wished. Luther's first act once his first wife had deceased was to wed the enchanting Avia, and to throw a banquet such as Rowen had never before seen the likes of. Hardly several months after their disgraceful marriage, it became known that Avia had become impregnated with Luther's child. The kingdom was scandalized, and declared Avia a positive witch, a harbinger of Luther's downfall. However, their child was still borne in relative security, despite the mounting anger and insecurity among the populace. They named her Aeronwyn, meaning "white, fair, blessed". The name could not have been more accurate. The result of thirty-six hours' labor was a child of extraordinary beauty, with ivory skin, golden curls, and the most transcendentally mystical amber eyes. Indeed, the child who had been hailed as a witch-child and monster among the peasants had won their affections immediately. However, the commoners had been right about one thing. As soon as Aeronwyn reached her teenage years, Luther abdicated the throne to Aeronwyn's stepbrother, Tiberius, incidentally her favourite brother. As she grew, she flourished, and the people became ever more mesmerized by her. Her girlishly wistful features blossomed into those of a clever, lovely young woman. Her studies were excellent, and her face exquisite. However, her manners and etiquette were deemed abhorrent, odious. She addressed her parents by name. She never ate or behaved, in general, like a lady. Her speech was succinct and blunt to the point of rudeness, even to her beloved step-brother. She frolicked in the fields with the boys, and even tagged along when they went hunting. All in all, she was an odd child. Aeronwyn had never before been attracted by the charms of the young men who came a-courting, instead dismissing them with a wave of hand. She was a princess, after all, despite her shameful birth. However, when Tiberius noticed her, she felt differently. He was, after all, one of her best friends, and a trusted confidant of hers since childhood. When he proposed to her when she was aged fifteen, she accepted gladly. In less than a year, she was with child, the prince Elric Grigorii. Her second child, the princess Griffin Collette was born two years later. They are the pride of her life, and she adores them both, albeit Elric slightly more.
{Talents}
-Hunting
-Archery
-Swordsmanship
-Intelligence-based activities/knowledge/wisdom
-Persuasion
-Gallantry/Chivalry
-Bravery
-Kindness
{Weaknesses}
-Temptation (of knowledge)
-Excessively courageous, to the point of recklessness
-Deeply ingrained phobias of death, fear, and ignorance (she doesn't know this)
-Can be quite blunt and to-the-point
-Slightly tactless
{Likes}
-Her children, especially Elric
-Knowledge
-Bravery
-Generosity
-Virtue
-Truth
-Loyalty
{Dislikes}
-Cowards
-Ignoramuses
-Not knowing something
-Lies
-Deceit
-Espionage
-Greed
-Selfishness
-Disloyalty
{Rank} Royalty
{Occupation} Queen of Rowen

[Relationships]
{Family}
-Her husband and half-brother, the King Tiberius Stefan Drake
-Her son, the Prince Elric Grigorii Drake
-Her daughter, the Princess Griffin Collette Stefan Drake
{Friends} Despite her high social status--or rather, because of it, Aeronwyn has few kindred souls with whom to commune. Her best friends have always been her books and her husband.
{Enemies} Aeronwyn naturally has many enemies, of whose ranks include potential usurpers to the throne, prisoners-of-war, Morte elves, and the like.
{Boss} She recognises none as her superior, even the King. He is, in her eyes, a noble man, but not the cleverest of men.
{Courter} Her husband, the King.

[Eccentricities]
{Fighting Style} Aeronwyn is a swordswoman and archer of extraordinary prowess, and enjoys hunting side by side with her husband.
{Prized Possession} Aeronwyn particularly prizes these two pendants, one given to her by husband on their wedding day, and the other a legacy from her late mother.

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This bow is also quite meaningful to her, as she crafted it herself with the utmost care and precision.

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Her sword was also given to her by her husband, and it is prized quite highly by her.

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{Magical.Preferences} Aeronwyn is actually quite skilled in the magical arts, particularly elemental and healing spells, but chooses not to employ the magical arts unless absolutely necessary, for she believes that they can do more harm than good.
{Animal Companion} Her ivory-coloured mare, Rhonwen:

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{Criminal Record} Never. She is royalty, and her personality bars her from sinking that low.

[Other] Aeronwyn conceals a potions cabinet in her bedroom, with a section of false wall. She is talented at magic, and a gifted healer. Her concoctions have saved lives, but she dares not confide in anyone the source of the wondrous medicines, for it would surely set tongues a-wagging again about the "witch-child".

[Savannah W ~, Dragon Rider of Lider]

Temperance has given me permission to make this brother of the king. I have tried to make it so he did not highly impact anyone's characters and lead to forcing them to alter them.

Part One
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[Normalities]
»»[Full Name] Christopher Richard Drake
»»»»[Nickname] Chris
»»[Gender] Male
»»[Age] 33
»»[Race] Human
»»[Area of birth] Within the royal castle of Rowen
»»[Kingdom] Rowen
»»[Appearance]



[Face Claim] Eric Bana
Chris looks very much like his brother, Tiberius. Both of the men have their dark hair and always scruffy faces. Chris stands at 6'1.75" and weighs 199.50 pounds of nothing but muscle. His eyes are a beautiful shade of brown with blue flakes littered through the irises and a dark ring on the outside of the iris as well. He looks older than his age, his life taking toil on his appearance quite powerfully. But he is a rather handsome man regardless of if his looks surpass his age.
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[Formalities]

»»[Personality]
Chris has a twisted way of thinking. He was born perfectly fine, but thanks to being the youngest child of three, all of which were boys, meant Chris would get left out of much of the attention. So he found ways to entertain himself, stumbling into the world of magic. After his mother passed and the family entered a tragic time, Chris fell more towards magic as his guide. But even that did not save him. His sanity broke and it took awhile for him to piece it back together...but not all of the pieces where put back in the right place. Thanks to this, his thoughts of right and wrong were altered.

What he sees as right, others know for a fact it is wrong. But he cant help it. He truly does thing everything he is doing is for the best of the kingdom, for the people of Rowen. He switches often from the honorably brother to the king who seems just as sanity as his brother to his dark side. Typically his darkside is reserved for the dungeons that have been forgotten within the kingdom while his charming persona shines everywhere else.
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»»[History]
Chris was the last child to Luther and Giselle Drake, the late king and queen of Rowen. He was the youngest of the three boys and only children of the king and queen. A daughter had never blessed the couple as a unit. Being the youngest with two inspiration boys as his older brothers, well it resulted in Chris being relatively unnoticed despite how good his parents were. Hugh, the eldest, had received the charm and silver tongue, being able to sweet talk the finest of women. Tiberius had his knowledge of the court and untouchible talents with a sword. So what was left for little Christopher?

Well this question was answered when he ventured from the walls surrounding Rowen at the age of eight. Being unknown basically by his parents meant he was able to do as he pleased, which included wondering the kingdom and as it seemed outside of it as well. The prince came across the first elf he had ever seen within the edges of the forest surrounding Rowen. At first he had been terrified, not knowing what to do so he clumsily drew the small sword he carried and waved it at the elf. Of course the elf simply laughed and the boy and insulted his work with a sword. Taking offense, Chris attempted to make him pay by swinging the blade at the elf only to have the man give a simple wave of his hand that caused Chris to land on his backside a few feet away, his eyes wide with confusion and amazement. Magic.

That is what could separate him from his brothers. Chris could have magic as his own. After pleading to the elf to give him the ability to use magic, Chris eventually managed to convince the elf with a bit of gold. Over the years, Chris taught himself in great depths how to use magic, though he keep this a very deep secret from his parents and siblings seeing as it was a terrible thing to use since it was connected with elves. Chris saw it differently, though. He considered it a helpful tool that could be used to better their kingdom. So what if the elves were the main magic wielders amongst the lands? If Rowen embraced magic they could use it to defend themselves.

At the age of twelve, a tragic downfall came upon the family. Hugh, out of rage for his father having given Tiberius a lager army, decided to prove himself to his father. However this backfired and resulted in the death of Hugh and the men he commanded. Not long after, Giselle died of a broken heart and Luther stepped from the throne, giving it to Tiberius. However, during this downfall, Chris was the one the family should have been paying attention to...then maybe they would see his slipping into a darker state of mind. Something within Chris broke, shattered into a thousand pieces. What was it that shattered? His sanity and morals. He managed to put the pieces back togather...but when some pieces wouldnt fit where he thought they should, he forced them to fit thus distorting his morals and sanity so that his viewing of things was altered from what they should be.

Chris began to practice magic religiously along side of bettering his usage of a sword. He grew highly skilled for a human with the art of magic, swordsman ship still lacking compared to his brother. Chris soon began to dip into darker magics, believing that if he mastered this he could help defend Rowen. They should use magic to defend themselves. St the age of 26, Chris developed a plan, one he has kept highly secretive. Within the kingdom lays his secret, but not even his brother knows of this secret. It will better the kingdom, protect it. What he is doing is right. He just knows it is. He is sure of it.

*Miranda and Cassie Drake*
At the age of 18, Chris wed the lovely and beautiful Miranda Peters. She was the love or his life and she seemed to be the one thing that may be able to fix his messed up way of thinking. A few months after marrage, Cassidy Drake was born, the true pride and joy of Chris's life. It seemed Miranda was unable to bare another child, despite how much the two tried, but Chris was fine with this. He had his little Cassidy. For seven years, Chris was...well he was happy, not so broken and leaning to his magic for support. But then...Cassie became ill, tragically so. She passed away only a few short days after being sick and died at the age of seven, and with her death, Chris was truly broken again.

Miranda fought back tears for her lost child and tried to keep her love for Chris alive, but he had changed...his love not existing for her anymore. For some reason Chris blamed Miranda for Cassie growing ill, though it was not her fault. He needed someone to blame, and that was her. One day the burden became too great for Miranda and she left the kingdom of Rowen, leaving Chris to spiral into a depression he hides very well now. His focus has fallen to his big project and side projects.

(Will add info of wife/children as they are made. Request to make one before doing so, please)

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[Savannah W ~, Dragon Rider of Lider]

Part Two
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»»[Talents]
**Magic! Hazah! Over the years, Chris has become obsessed with magic, though hardly no one knows how well he has mastered it for a human and how truly obsessed he is with it.
**Lying and manipulation. Chris is simply fantastic and deceiving anyone. There is almost no one who can see his through his lies, thus how he has kept secrets for so long...especially his biggest one.
**Due to his different way of thinking, Chris tends to have the advantage of no one being able to uncover his plans. He has a sporadic, odd thought process that actually works to his advantage as well as to his weakness.

»»[Weaknesses]
**His actual fighting with swords and what not lacks. His focus had fallen more to magic, so he never took the time to become skilled in actual fighting without the use of magical assistances.
**The way he thinks is an advantage and disadvantage. He isnt as able to predict what others will do or how they will react since he would react differently to things than most would.
**After losing his daughter, Chris entered a strong depression that he can generally keep hidden, but to soften the blow of his own loss, Chris began to live through his brother's happiness, thus falling in love with his nephew and niece. So those two would be a pretty strong weakness to Chris as would his brother. He wouldnt be able to loss another person he loves dearly.
**His obsession with magic is driving him into dangerous situations and prompting him to dabble in the darker, more powerful and raw forms of magic.

»»[Likes]
**What family he has left
**Magic
**The knowledge that he is (he thinks) helping his kingdom.
**unlocking the impossible and discovering unheard of things

»»[Dislikes]
**Pressure. Chris was never one to have pressure put on his as a kid and thus he never learned how to properly handle it when he is pressured now. He tends to avoid any situations he doesnt have almost full control of.
**not being able to accomplish something that he feels he should be able to.
**Paper work. God Chris positively hates having to do any form of paper work.
**seeing other one's happiness...it reminds him that his own happiness was ripped from him when Cassidy died.

»»[Rank] a member of the King's council
»»[Occupation] Council member

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[Relationships]
»»[Family]
»Luther Drake, father
»Giselle Drake, mother
»Hugh Drake, eldest brother
»Tiberius Drake, brother
»Aeronwyn Drake, brother's sister
»»Elric Drake, nephew
»»Griffin Drake, niece

»Miranda Drake, first wife (she left one day. See history)
»Cassidy Drake, first child and the joy of his life

((If you wish to make another family memeber (child or new wife) ask me before hand please. Im open for requests))

»»[Friends]
*True friends? Well Chris doesnt really have those. He considers his brother his friend, but that about it.

»»[Enemies]
*Anyone who threatens Rowen and the human race as a whole.

»»[Boss] Tiberius Drake
»»[Courter] (open for request)

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[Eccentricitis]
»»[Fighting Style]
*Chris is not the best at fighting at all. He generally stirs clear of any physical alterations. He us, however, very good at using magic to fight his battles. But since he intends on keeping his use of magic a secret, thus he does not use it in battle when others are around.

»»[Prized Possession]
A thin leather necklace with a small seashell on it. When he traveled to Denta several years ago, Chris took his little girl with him. She found a beautiful shell and managed to pierce a hole through it and get it onto a thin leather strip, making it into a necklace for his father. This necklace is by far the most important item in the world to him.
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»»[Magical Preference] He is completely for it, but he keeps his love and support of it secret from nearly everyone.
»»[Animal Companion]
»»[Criminal Record]

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⊰ Ｃｙｒａｎ | Ｔｏｂｉａｓ | Ｄｕｍｏｎｔ ⊱
✵ ║Cy-ran║ ✵ ║T(o)-bias║ ✵ ║D(u)-mo-nt║✵

❝Don't try to hide. Don't close your eyes. God only knows what could lie behind them.❞

⊰ ＮＯＲＭＡＬＩＴＩＥＳ ⊱

{ Λge: } Nineteen ᒥ 19 ᒧ
{ Ɗate Ծf ℬirth: } April 30th
{ Ƭime/ℒocation Ծf ℬirth: } 7:06 P.M. ➟ The streets of Rowen
{ Λstrological Şign: } Taurus ᒥ ♉ ᒧ

↳ Taurus zodiac sign is represented by the symbol of 'The Bull' and just like a bull, a Taurus person is strong and silent. In the first instance, a Taurean comes across as extremely quiet and reserved person. Only after you get close to him will you have a proper conversation, rather than simple monologues. He moves deliberately and is as steady as the 'Rock of Gibraltar'. Once a Taurus has made up his mind, it is impossible to move him even slightly. If you leave him alone, a Taurean will come across as a very easygoing person.

{ Ɠender: } Male ᒥ ♂ ᒧ
{ Şexuality: } Heterosexual ᒥ Straight ᒧ
{ ℛelationship Ştatus: } Single ᒥ Not open to requests ᒧ

{ ℛace: } Human
{ ℛank: } Noble
{ Ծccupation: } Assassin

✵ ℭountenance
↳ Face Claim: Joshua Anthony Brand

❝I'm frightened by what I can see, but I know there is more to come.❞

✵ Ƥulchritudinous Ṃien
↳ Cyran is quite the sight to behold. With his physical traits, he is a fairly attractive young male, high cheek bones accenting the blue eyes of his mother and the black hair of his father. He stands at a height of six foot one making him a tall, lithe being though he is fairly muscular under the layers of black clothes he tends to shroud himself in during the dark hours. In the day time, his eyes are light in contrast to the malicious glint they hold at night. His clothes during this time are like any other being of his social standard: often a simple white, cloth shirt with brown trousers. He keeps himself in a mannerly state when in the company of others, but tends to let himself go when he is alone, his facade of lightheartedness slipping away into the shadows. Needless to say, looking upon this male specimen will end in two results: a respect for his standards or a knife across your throat.

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▸ ℋair: Black as night
▸ ℰyes: Bright blue
▸ ℋeight: 6'1"
▸ Ѡeight: 156 pounds
▸ Ɗimensions: Lithe; Well defined
▸ ℬlood Ƭype: AB+
▸ Ɗistinguishing Ṃarks: A long scar snaking down his back


❝Immobilized by my fear and soon blinded by tears. I’ll stop the pain.❞

⊰ ＦＯＲＭＡＬＩＴＩＥＳ ⊱

✵ Ƥersonality: Silent; Cold; Dark; Arrogant; Rebellious

▸ Şilent
↳ Cyran is quiet. He doesn’t talk too much, even when he is approached by a very easy to talk to person. He’d much rather be by himself in the silence of his own dastardly company. When talking to others, he’s very much withdrawn from the conversation, never really making much of an effort to speak to others. This often causes his conversations to fail epically. However, it’s not like Cyran really plans for this to happen. While he may enjoy his own company more than other’s, he often finds himself forced into conversation by his father. In these times, Cyran is presented as a loyal son, one of great respect and loyalty for the people he meets. However, deep inside he is watching their every move, picking out their weaknesses. It is for this reason that Cyran is often brought into the public eye. Not only does his father want the son to be trusted, but he also wants him to be able to examine the downfalls of his future victims. Needless to say, one had better watch him or herself around this silent observer. It can be certain that ones weaknesses will not go unnoticed under his watchful eye.

▸ ℭold
↳ As one would expect, Cyran isn’t exactly a warm person. He’s really a very cold being who has forced himself to be numb of any and all feelings. Sometimes his shield is passable, but the chances of this are minimal. Only once one gets incredibly close to him will they see the sweetness that can reside inside of him. However, he never lets anyone get to know him for that to happen. In fact, Cyran would rather die than let that happen. But then there is always the side of Cyran that everyone else sees and believes to be him. While Cyran may be dark and dastardly deep inside, he plays the part of a kindly gentleman when he’s not out to brutally murder someone. He can make jokes, talk normally, and even smile every once in a while. The only difference is that those things are never genuine. He’s a liar to the core.

▸ Ɗark
↳ The one key trait that describes Cyran better than any other is his darkness. Every thought the boy has tends to be laced with darkness -- every thought twisted with the beginnings of insanity. However, he isn’t completely psychotic just yet. Perhaps he isn’t completely right in the head -- after all, he takes pleasure in the demise of others -- but he isn’t inhuman either. He has morals and standards -- they’re just different from everyone else’s.

▸ Λrrogant
↳ Cyran knows that he is good at what he does. He believes in himself and his abilities more than anyone, giving off a cocky nature that he can’t seem to get rid of. Though, it’s not like he particularly wants to. Cyran likes himself -- likes what he does even if it is wrong in all ways possible. He relishes in taking down those around him, whether they’re on his side or not. This is just the way Cyran is: cocky to the core. After all, he has to be. With his past and inner turmoil, he can’t afford to be insecure. Being arrogant is the only way he can think to hold it all together.

▸ ℛebellious
↳ It is not often that Cyran goes against a direct order. However, it can be rest assured that he will never openly agree with anything that anyone tells him. It is most likely that he will give snide remarks or throw out a gesture of obvious resent. The reason for this is his simply rebellious spirit. It’s why he acts the way he does and can even be held responsible for the way he was brought up. While his father was somewhat of a saving grace to the young, raven haired boy, if he had not been raised by the man, it is likely that Cyran would not have turned out the way he did. He wouldn't be a cold killer and he wouldn't have blood on his hands every night. But it's not like the boy can change this now. With his father's tight grip around his neck, Cyran isn't free to make his own decisions. He can't do what he wants, he can't think how he wants to think, and he can't live the life he would chose. His life is at the mercy of his father and that is a done deal that even Cyran can't bring himself to turn against.

▸ ℋobbies: Sleeping; Eating; Killing; What else is there to life?
▸ ℒikes: Quiet spaces; Easy targets; Rebellion; The nighttime.
▸ Ɗislikes: Needless authority; Annoyances; Loudness; Idiotic dolts. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅

✵ Ṃethodological ℰmbodiment
▪ Ƭo ℬe Ծr Ɲot Ƭo ℬe ▪
↳ Cyran is a killer; there is no room for doubt. However, whether he wants to be this way is another story. His state of mind isn’t as it should be as described earlier, but at least he has one. In his mind, killing is the way that one gets rid of those who wrong him or her. He sees it as an easy way for someone to go that is both simple and efficient. No one has to hear their screams. But then, Cyran also tends to find himself conflicted over his own actions. Raised without a true mother or even a genuine father, he’s always felt he’s missing something. When taking another person’s life, it’s not too often that he doesn’t wonder if the people close to that being will now being feeling the same way. Though he doesn’t like to admit it and neither does his father, Cyran feels guilt. However, showing this only results in beatings from the one that supposedly cares for him, so he keeps it hidden deep under the darkness he has fallen into.

▸ Ştrengths: Quick; Brave; Confident; Talented; Deadly; Silent.
▸ Ѡeaknesses: Careless; Disloyal; Untrustworthy; Arrogant; Defenseless.
▸ ℱatal ℱlaw: Often a little careless in his actions, revealing weaknesses.
▸ Ѡeapons: Primarily uses daggers. Is fairly unskilled in weidling swords.
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[Jenna ⭐]

↳ Continued From Above
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❝Fallen angels at my feet. Voices ring in my ears. Death’s in my eyes.❞

✵ ℋistory:
↳ From the beginning, Cyran’s life was destined for horridity. His mother, a woman of slight standards, had never planned to be the bearer of children. She saw the task as dreadfully painful and would have liked to avoid it as much as possible. However, that became impossible once a pregnancy was forced upon her. It hadn’t been one of purpose -- a terrible act done by a man of unknown origins. The mother hadn’t known this man nor had she known what was happening as he selfishly impregnated her in the comforts of his own home. Kidnapped and raped she had been, an act of horribleness that she could not take back. The only thing she had to show for it after stepping out of the home was a bruise on her cheek from the man’s palm and a baby in her belly.

It was four months when the mother began showing. The moment that her stomach began to protrude, her mind went back to that night, remembering the acts of the unknown man. It had hit her then that she was carrying the offspring of that foul beast and for so long she lamented over that fact. Resentment grew for the man, but as the woman was one of kind nature, her hate did not spread to the child -- for it was only that: a child. It had no control over the things that had been wrought upon it and the mother did not intend to hold it to those truths. And so, being the kind soul she was, the mother kept the child. Or at least, she would have had she not died on her birthbed.

It was a common occurrence at the time for mothers to lose their children. With the ongoing poverty in the poorer sections of the kingdom, it wasn’t as though it didn’t happen all the time with the malnourishment. Not to mention the lack of medical supplies that could help these women along with their birthing. However, once it was done, it was done. As she held the baby in her arms, the proud light in her eyes soon flickered, dying just moments later. The beings that had helped in the delivery were unsure of what to do with the baby. Their hands were overflowing with bastardous sons and the chances of finding an adopter were slimmer than the chances of the mothers coming back from the dead. There was no where for the boy to go.

And so, Cyran was given away. To where? He doesn’t remember. It may have been an orphanage, filled to the brim with other starving children and adults longing to be free of the clutches of disparity. All Cyran remembers is the cold day that he escaped the hell hole that had been wrought upon him. The night had been cold -- a December evening, perhaps -- and Cyran was ill-prepared for what he had intended. With his rags for clothes and his dark, dirt clod hair plastered to his forehead, he had wandered a backstreet, the sound of wind whipping through his slowly numbing ears. But then, there was suddenly another sound. It was the thumping of footsteps upon the barren ground as a door swung open, nearly striking the young lad in the visage. His feet had stumbled back, eyes flickering up to the tall male specimen in front of him.

The man was intimidating -- he would have been to even the most battleworn of men. With his stern gaze and broad countenance, Cyran slowly felt himself creeping backwards, terrified of what this man would do to him now that he had been found out. Running away had never been looked upon as something to relish in. But it would appear that the fates were suddenly on Cyran’s thoughts. Or at least, for now because the man did nothing of horrid stature to the black haired orphan. Instead, he much rather helped him. He’d introduced himself by his last name -- Dumont -- and brought young Cyran back to his far from modest abode where he promised him food and shelter. All the boy had to do was provide the things the man needed. At the time, Cyran was foolish enough to agree.

And so began the bond of father and son -- of leader and follower -- of life and death. In return for the promised food and shelter, Cyran did as he was told for he was a boy who didn’t know better. When he was told to fetch water from the well, he did so without complaint. When his newfound father wished him to stand straight and act the noble he was now claimed to be, Cyran listened. He held his head up high and mighty, acting as though he were of the noble blood that his father figure had been. And, lo and behold, everyone began to believe it. No longer was Cyran seen as a helpless orphan: now he was a nobleman’s son. No one had to know that they weren’t really blood relatives, no one at all. Cyran was happy being the man’s son. Well, until one day.

It had been a December evening, much like the one on which Cyran’s life had changed. His father had been training him as always, his roots drawing from the assassin land of Iveress. They’d been going over the maneuver of slicing a man’s throat without the spraying of carnage, the incision meant to be made just diagonally on the side of the persons throat, allowing blood not to spill, but the entering of air to the jugulars simulating the death sequence. Over time, Cyran had been showing promise in the ways of assassination, as he should with all the training he’d been put through. For an eleven year old boy, his skills matched that of a grown man’s. However, Cyran had never thought he would have to put that to the test.

It was when his father brought out a man in shackles that Cyran finally understood what all his training had been for. This wasn’t some simulation; this was real. Eyes flickering up to the man that he had come to known as his father, Cyran shook his head, irises alight with fear. Instead of the kind words that Cyran had been used to from his father, harsh orders were thrown at him. He was to perform the action on this man precisely as he had practiced so many times in his quarters. If he did not, his father promised him hardships. But though he knew the punishment, Cyran refused. He didn’t want to harm an innocent man. Not like this.

And so, Cyran got the punishment his father had warned him off. He’d been stripped of his tunic and forced to the ground. It was then that a knife had arisen -- the same blade he had been instructed to use in the slaughter just seconds before -- and the blade plunged into his back, slowly moving upwards to carve a long mark just along his backbone. The boy had screamed in vain as the pain increased with every second, eyes squeezing shut just to try and make it more bearable. It wouldn’t kill him, he knew, not unless he bled to death, but it was still just as awful. What made it worse was the fact that it was his father’s doing. In that moment, Cyran thought him more a monster than he’d ever thought himself.

After the macabre scene, Cyran did the deed. It had taken him a while, longer than it should have, but he did it. The knife plagued with his own blood had sliced along the man’s neck, creating a deep laceration just shy of a major artery. Within seconds, the man was collapsed, his body wriggling for a moment before the motion ceased. From then on, Cyran was a murdered.

After that, Cyran did everything that was asked of him by his father. He didn’t protest his will even when he was ordered to continue with the killing. He did as he was told every time. However, this only went for his father. Eventually, resentment built up inside the growing boy as he learned to only do as he was told by his commander and ignore the rest who wished to control them. They couldn’t. To them, he was just the son of a noble man, a pawn in their game. Little did they know that he was the king -- the king of their demise. Cyran remembered each and every time they gazed at him from across the diplomatic table of his father’s study, a smug smile on their lips. And each and every time, Cyran would remember this, bringing out his frustration as he slit their throats, letting the blood spill each and every time. No longer did he worry about silent, careful kills. His father would never know that he showed his face every time he made a kill, let the victim know how he’d wronged him. No one would know, for it would only be revealed if one lived.

And Cyran never let them live.

▸ ℱamily: The only family Cyran is aware of is his adoptive father.
▸ ℰnemies: Those he deems worthy as such; His targets in assassination.
▸ Λllies: The people he's forced to be loyal to; His father's allies.
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▸ ℱighting Ştyle: Cryan’s fighting style is drawn out, efficient, and gory.
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▸ Ƥrized Ƥossession: Not acquired yet.
▸ Ṃagical Ƥreference: Cyran hates magic. He just finds it annoying.
▸ Λnimal ℭompanion: None thus far.
▸ ℭriminal ℛecord: No record. His father wouldn’t stand for it.


❝Forsake all I will fall for. Servatis a periculum. Servatis a maleficum.❞

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{Full Name} Loriella Callista Mikaelson
{Nickname} Ella
❝Call me by my full name, well... Have a nice meeting with my fist .❞

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❅ Ella (ell-uh)
English Meaning
The name Ella is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Ella is: Abbreviation of Eleanor and Ellen: Beautiful fairy. A names begining with El or ending with ella. Famous bearer: American jazz singer Ella Fitzgerald; American poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

American Meaning
The name Ella is an American baby name. In American the meaning of the name Ella is: Abbreviation of Eleanor and Ellen: Beautiful fairy. A names begining with El or ending with ella. Famous bearer: American jazz singer Ella Fitzgerald; American poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

French Meaning
The name Ella is a French baby name. In French the meaning of the name Ella is: Medieval given name meaning all.

German Meaning
The name Ella is a German baby name. In German the meaning of the name Ella is: From the Old German name Alia, meaning all.

People with this name have a deep inner desire for a stable, loving family or community, and a need to work with others and to be appreciated. People with this name tend to be creative and excellent at expressing themselves. They are drawn to the arts, and often enjoy life immensely. They are often the center of attention, and enjoy careers that put them in the limelight. They tend to become involved in many different activities, and are sometimes reckless with both their energies and with money.

❅Callista (cuh-liss-tuh)
Greek Meaning
The name Callista is a Greek baby name. In Greek the meaning of the name Callista is: Most beautiful. Calista was a Mythological Arcadian who transformed into a she-bear, then into the Great Bear constellation.

Latin Meaning
The name Callista is a Latin baby name. In Latin the meaning of the name Callista is: Chalice.

People with this name have a deep inner desire to inspire others in a higher cause, and to share their own strongly held views on spiritual matters. People with this name are excited by change, adventure, and excitement. They are dynamic, visionary and versatile, able to make constructive use of freedom. They fight being restricted by rules and conventions. They tend to be optomistic, energetic, intelligent, and to make friends easily. They may be changeable, restless, untidy, and rebellious.

{Gender} ♀ Female ♀

{Age} 18
{Date of Birth} March 1st
{Zodiac Sign} Pisces ♓ (view spoiler)[As the last of the twelve Zodiac signs, Pisces is said to contain aspects of them all. This makes the Pisces Sun so changeable as to appear not to have one singular identity. It's as if they're just touching down in this human reality, and light enough to try on a few personas.

Those with the Sun in Pisces can be so dreamy as to seem "somewhere else" half the time. They're tuned into the spiritual side of things, and this gives them an otherworldly air. It can seem that they're always sensing the emotional currents that run between people, as well as those connecting us to the great beyond.

The Pisces Sun leads with a compassionate heart, which can be both a blessing and a curse. Many are remarkably wise and self-sacrificing when it comes to helping the vulnerable or those down on their luck. But this noble trait can take them down a path of being used and abused before they learn to set strong boundaries.

This is the sign of the mystic poet, and a creative pursuit gives Pisces the motivation to be disciplined. And bringing structure to the vast imagination and shades of emotion flowing within the Pisces nature is a great achievement. Through art, they can bring a bit of heaven down to Earth for the benefit of everyone.

It's important for Pisces Sun to find a sense of purpose to avoid just drifting. Their sensitivity makes them also a tad more vulnerable to escapism through addictions or personal dramas. Finding a sense of worth, self-definition and purpose seem to be some of their life lessons.

In romance, they fare well with a guiding hand-type that understands the liquid-y Piscean nature. Life with a Pisces means having a bridge to unseen worlds of the heart and imagination, and how could this be anything but awe-some. (hide spoiler)]

{Race} Human

{Area of Birth} In her small, modest household on the outskirts of Rowen


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Description






{Face Claim} Amber Heard
{Kingdom} Rowen


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{History}

{Talents}

{Weaknesses}

{Likes}

{Dislikes}

{Rank} Warrior

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{Animal Companion}

{Criminal Record} Never been arrested before. What would her father say?

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Normalities
{Name}
Lucas Drow
" If your a friend, then you can call me , Luke, but since your not , don't...".
{Gender}
Male
{Age}
19
{Race}
Human
{Area of birth}
He was born near the sea, in a cottage where his parent where spending the holidays.

{Apearance}

{Kingdom}
Rowen

[Formalities]
{personality}
He's a pretty average guy in his personality, he likes to relax and visit the beach. He loves the ocean more then anything, especially the sweet blue color it has, just like his eyes, yet he does have a small musty green color. He doesn't like being ordered into doing things, not because he's spoiled but because he wants to live his life calmly and freely. He likes horses also, he finds then majestic and strong. He used to ride them a lot but his father prevented him from doing it anymore. He also likes birds mostly hawks but he was prevented from having one also . He did let him have a bath with fishes once and always let's him go to the beach, but he's worried that soon he won't be capable of going anymore. He strictly hates royalty and other so called elites, he thinks that they are all stuck up and worthless, he see's no need for them or any person with so much pride a live for themselves. Lucas finds it highly disgusting; for him seeing a royalty is like seeing death itself in the face and he doesn't want to do anything with them.
" I don't like my current arrangement to marry , this girl called Griffin"
{Hsitory}

He doesn't have much of a great life. That's what people would say but, he did once escape from his house and ran straight to the beach , where he lived in a cave for a while. there he saw some mages do a contract with the sea spirits, he stayed quite and observed until they left unsuccessful , or so they thought once he went down the contract was put into motion and so he became a practitioner of nature magic, specifically water. He had incredible amounts of fun learning and practicing different things, he even learned how to speak to dolphins. He met one in particular that seemed to fancy him so he made it his and named him Ricky , feeling a bit weird that day he chose the name until his parents found him. This was of course kept secret. He felt proud though, he learned how to fish swim and climb during that time. Sadly his parents weren't so happy, he was grounded for a year. During that time he read as many books as their where in the library. Sadly his mother died of an illness that, made him cry for weeks and his father cry for months upon her death bed. This caused his father to become cold and cruel, treating Lucas as if he was a mere instrument. His father also got married again with a kind woman as so was his mother, but he can never think of her as his real mother, not this person that looked nothing like him..

{ Talents}
1) Swimming
2)Fishing
3)climbing
4)Sword fighting .( he learned it because his father forced him to)
5)Building things or essentials.
6)Nature spells, ( especially water)

{Weaknesses}
1) Social problems.
2) bow and Arrow
3) speaking his mind too much.

{ likes}

1: the Beach
2: Food
3: fishing.
4: climbing mountains.
5: Horses.

{ dislikes}
1: his father
2: people ordering him around.
3: overconfidence.
{ranks}
Royal
" I sadly do nit like royalty".
{occupation}
royal.

[Relationship]
{Family}
father Martin
mother: Alice.
Real mother: Louis. " You can imagin from where I get my name
{Friends}
none.

{crush/ relationship}
He's supposed to get married to Griffin.

{ enemies}
none yet

{ boss}
none

[eccentricies]

Fighting style: he's very good with his fist and is very strong and fast, he usually tried to over power his opponent.
(view spoiler)[. . He fights muay Thai , which he developed soon after he left to live in a cave in the beach. He slowly started learning it by following some drawings that where on the cave walls and some people that he observed from a afar at did muay Thai, in the hidden.
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{Prized possession}
a small blue crystal drop the color of the sea.


{Magical preferences}
Hes okay with magic. He uses water spells.
{ Animal occupant}
dolphin friend, he calls him Ricky.

{Criminal record}
none.

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[Normalities]
{Full Name} Elektra Arianrhod Drake
{Nickname} Elek, Ari (her name as a male is Alec Simond)
{Gender} Female
{Age} 19
{Race} Human
{Area of Birth} In a stately manor, the residence of the King Luther Drake and his second wife Avia Melusine.
{Appearance} (Olivia Wilde)



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Elektra differs from her elder sister in many ways, but most notably in outward appearance. Whereas Aeronwyn is possessed of a sort of golden beauty and perfect symmetry, Elektra seems to emanate an aura of dark radiance and anarchic passion. That is not to say that Elektra is not beautiful--indeed, she is stunning--but that she is not lovely in the usual, mundane way. At first sight, it is most likely Elektra's singularly odd eyes that hold one and fixate them. They are large and wide, the pupils coloured an odd tint of periwinkle, laced with electrifying streaks of cobalt, mazarine, beryl, celadon, and jade. Light in colour, they have a sort of alluring mystique to them that is her main utility for stringing men onto her fingers. They are hooded partially by Elektra's heavy, seductive eyelids, which give her eyes a lazy, sultry look, while still retaining their undeniably chalybeous look. The lids are harpooned by thickly silken jet filaments, lacquered with a sort of steely shine and shadowed by opalescent obsidian shimmer. Everything about her appearance is undoubtedly feline, from her eyes to her oily manner to her slippery personality. Her facial structure is also quite notable, with wide, sharply-cut cheekbones, and an angular, heavy jaw. Her mouth has a foxy quality about it, with its scarlet lips and mesmerizingly-cut angles. Her body is also considered the ultimate feminine figure. Endowed with a cataract of flaming chestnut, bordering on raven black, a long, swan-like neck, and a lovely figure, she has the necessary tools to attract men to her like flies on a particularly juicy fruit. Her body is also extremely desirable. It is nubile and womanly, with slim arms, buxom breasts, a cinched waist, wide hips, a svelte abdomen and torso, long, sylphlike legs, and alabaster skin the texture of a flower petal, Elektra is beautiful, and she knows it.

{Kingdom} Rowen

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{Personality} Elektra embodies the essence of fire itself. Her piquant speech and passionate, fiery nature make her a feared opponent when she is angered. She is extremely short-tempered. Being the child of a former king, and an extraordinarily wealthy one at that, Elektra has had all her wants indulged and needs met. While she may be exceptionally clever and astonishingly beautiful, she lacks any sort of empathy, fidelity, sense of self-sacrifice, kindness, generosity, or patience. She loathes the commoners, believing them filthy scum that rank far below her. She is only charming when around handsome men, potential suitors, to win them over, play her cruel little game, then to dispose of them as casually as one would throw out a piece of rubbish. She is utterly heartless, and has not a female friend in the world, being a vicious gossip and a notable backstabber and traitor.
{History} Elektra was the second child of former King Luther Drake and his concubine/wife Avia Melusine. However, she was born after her father abdicated the throne of Rowen to his son Tiberius. The manor where she was conceived and born is an opulent one, a fitting dwelling for a former king who retained his sense of pride and liking for grandeur and money, even after his fall from grace. As a child, she was an exotic little slip of a thing, with heavily hooded eyes, and a lazy smile. True to the magnitude of her beauty, her parents prized her above all else, and showered her with luxuries such as had never even been dreamt of before by peasant children. She had little playmates, all the fancy gowns a girl could want, beautifully-crafted trinkets from only the best of sellers, imported from other kingdoms, and all the playthings a girl could want. She was pampered horribly, and her sense of self-entitlement, even now, is immensely strong. She truly believes that she ought to be the heir to the throne, and she will employ any means necessary to meet her ends. She has no scruples, whatsoever. Once Elektra reached the age of sixteen, her father was warned of an illicit slave ring operating surreptitiously in the kingdom, and instantly became alarmed. Fearing for the loss of his youngest and most coddled daughter, he sent her to Denta, masquerading as a lady-in-waiting, to serve the Lady of Denta. He felt that there, she would be quite safe, and shielded from any possible harm. However, he did not foresee his own death. Two years later, he died under mysterious circumstances. This left Elektra dangerously unguarded. The ring having pinpointed her location, Elektra fled Denta with her servants, and returned to Rowen. Once there, she learnt that her mother, mad with the grief of her father's death, had flung herself from a terrace and effectively committed suicide. She was no longer safe, and her position in society was, at best, precarious. Her father, in a never-disclosed section of his will, had decreed for her to disguise herself as a commoner boy and to seek protection under the pretense of interest in knighthood at Rowen Castle. Acquiring filthy, ill-fitting rags to conceal her womanly figure, chopping off her long tresses, and smearing dirt on her face, she pretended to be a poor boy in need of food, and thus obtained an apprenticeship with the knights at the castle of Rowen in exchange for rations. She has remained there for a year, and is intensely bitter and sharp-tongued, whiling her days away by contemplating the life she could have led, but is now forced to continue an existence wedged in drudgery and toil. The royal family does not even know she exists, for King Luther was adept at keeping this secret from his family. Luther had known that there would be more public uproar over his disgraceful conduct following his first wife's death, and was determined to conceal the fact of Elektra's birth lest he suffer even more disgrace and jeering from the populace. Similarly, he never disclosed the information to Elektra that her sister was the queen, due to his fear that Elektra might go to her sister to learn the truth about their family, how he had shamelessly wed Avia so soon after Giselle's death and of how the commoners silently mocked them. Elektra does not even know that she has a sister.
{Talents}
-Manipulating men
-Gossiping/Rumour-mongering
-Oratory
-Intelligence
-Knife skills
-Certain types of combat
-Charisma
-Beauty
-Overly bold/daring
{Weaknesses}
-Excessive hubris
-Massive sense of self-entitlement
-Lacking in athletic skills
-An extremely hot temper
-Superfluous confidence
-Holds grudges for a very long time
-Vengeful
-Sharp-tongued/swears a lot (I'm not going to RP this, because I do not swear, on principle)
-Disrespectful
{Likes}
-Men
-Good food
-Wine
-Parties/Balls
-Gossip
-Gold
-Jewellery
-Ball gowns
{Dislikes}
-Commoners
-Physical combat (she prefers to use her mind)
-Dirt/mud/filth
-Poverty
-Most animals
-Beggars/peddlers
-Other women (she does not trust most of them not to steal the men away)
-When she is told she cannot do something
{Rank} Technically nobility, but of royal blood
{Occupation} Knight (she is actually a very high-ranking noblewoman, technically fourth or fifth in line to the throne)

[Relationships]
{Family}
Father: (former) King Luther Drake
Mother: Avia Melusine
Elder sister: Aeronwyn Druella Drake
{Friends} None. All the rest of the females despise her for her outrageously flirtatious manner and crude speech.
{Enemies} Too many to list.
{Boss} The royal family of Rowen
{Courter} Elektra's to-be husband, whom she was matched to when she was born, is dead. She has also had a string of beaux at her command, drooling after her like awed puppies, but whom she discards when she tires of them. But open.

[Eccentricities]
{Fighting Style} Elektra is not very good at even sword-fighting, despite her year of training as a knight. She is mediocre in aforementioned area, but uncommonly talented at sneakier forms of combat. Knives are her specialty, and she also deals in vials of poison. Her dexterity with a dagger contributes to her dangerous personality and her femme fatale reputation. If someone displeases her, she merely pulls out a short, but razor-sharp knife, and, in a fit of temper, will stab them, or perhaps poison them with just the merest pinch of venom in their tea or food. This is the truly terrifying way in which she is dangerous, and her fighting largely relies on these methods of precise assassination.
{Prized Possession} Of course, being so rich most of her life, Elektra has had many trinkets given to her, jewellery of all sorts presented to her on her tiniest whim. However, the crowning pieces of her collection are two silver knives--one simple functional one for concealing inside the folds of her dress, and one for battle, an extravagantly jeweled affair, her chosen weapon, and a stunning but garishly coloured pendant necklace on which hangs a golden medallion embedded with mysterious blue stones.

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{Magical.Preferences} Being clumsy and bad at magic herself, Elektra scorns practitioners of it and detests it in any form.
{Animal Companion} Elektra has owned a peregrine falcon, Ilmatar, an unusually intelligent specimen, since the age of ten, given to her by her father as a hunting companion.

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{Criminal Record} Despite her coquettish manner and rude speech, Elektra has never committed any crime of note. Perhaps there is the occasional excessive dose of alcohol or of swearing at certain individuals, but nothing actually gravely serious.

[Other] (The stones on her pendant are Arctic Tears, but she doesn't know their true value, only that they're valuable. Her father, being very wealthy, was able to procure the lovely Arctic Tear for a necklace for his precious daughter, of course not caring anything about the cost.)

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Done! Candice, Jojo, Savannah, what do you think?

[ѕтαяк, The Rebel Princess]

((Uh, I don't believe we had room for another royal.. did you get permission for this?))

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ʝøʝø wrote: "((Uh, I don't believe we had room for another royal.. did you get permission for this?))"

Candice and Savannah.

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♠Ι₦Ç∀₦ÐΣ₴ÇΣ₦ÇΣ♠ wrote: "Yo Bellatrix! I have a few questions... Why did Luther and Avia hide Elektra's birth? Avia already conceived Aeronwyn with him, so what made Elektra any different?

Also, even after having lost bot..."

Okay, I'll hop to it!

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Hope it's good, now.

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♠Ι₦Ç∀₦ÐΣ₴ÇΣ₦ÇΣ♠ wrote: "Great!!!! I have to go to class now, so I shall leave either Savannah or JoJo to check! Other than that, I see nothing else keeping her from being approved. But I must go before I can give that say..."

Okay, thanks! Tee hee. I haven't got school today....

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♠Ι₦Ç∀₦ÐΣ₴ÇΣ₦ÇΣ♠ wrote: "Lucky..... -____- Meh.... Okay, so I gave her a once-over!

Approved! Sorry for the wait."

It's okay. Thanks!

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"σƒtєηtιмєѕ α ρєяѕση ωнσ кησωѕ мє ωєℓℓ ωιℓℓ αѕк cυяισυѕℓу ωнєtнєя ιt ιѕ ησt α ραιη tσ нανє ѕυcн α ℓσηg ηαмє. αη∂ му σηℓу яєѕρσηѕє tσ tнαt ιѕ; 'σƒ cσυяѕє ιt'ѕ α ραιη.' ιt'ѕ ησt tнє tяυtн, ηαtυяαℓℓу. ωнєη tнє вℓσσ∂ σƒ мαttнιмeo Tυяριη яυηѕ ιη уσυя νєιηѕ, ραѕѕιηg σƒƒ αѕ α ∂郃єяєηt ρєяѕση ιη cαѕєѕ ιѕ яαtнєя нαη∂у. ѕσмє ρєσρℓє кησω мє αѕ ѕαяαн. σtнєяѕ αѕ αηα, σя αηαѕtαѕια, σя cαѕѕ, σя cαѕѕαη∂яα, σя мιѕѕ Tυяριη. нανιηg ѕσ мαηу ηαмєѕ αctυαℓℓу gινєѕ му вяαιη tнє tιмє tσ ρℓαη ѕtяαtєgιєѕ συt яαtнєя tнαη ωαѕtιηg му tιмє tнιηкιηg αвσυт α ƒιttιηg αη∂ cσηνιηcιηg ηαмє ƒσя α мαѕкє∂ ι∂єηtιtу."


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ѕαяαн αηαѕтαѕια cαѕѕαη∂яα тυяριη

▓▒░ ѕαяαн |ˈsɛːrə|
Sarah (alternatively spelled Sara) is a feminine given name found in many different areas of the world. Frequently, the name refers to Sarah, the wife of Abraham in the Hebrew Bible and the Christian Old Testament. In Hebrew, it means woman of high rank, often simply translated as "Princess". (In contemporary Israeli Hebrew, "sarah" (שרה) is the word for "woman minister".)
Sara is the usual transliteration of an old Sanskrit word (सार) approximately meaning "essence" or "core", or "speckled" (sâra).
Sarah in Persian (سارا) means, "pure", "excellent" and "honest".

▓▒░ αηαѕтαѕια |ˈɑːnə ˈʃtɑːzi, ˈʃtɑː- ə|
Anastasia (Greek Αναστασία) is a personal name and the female form of the Greek male name Anastasius/Anastasios (Greek: Αναστασίος), meaning "resurrection." The name, and its male counterpart, were often given to Greek children born around December 22 or around Easter during the early days of Christianity. It is the name of several early saints. Anastasia of Sirmium, a 2nd-century Christian saint martyred at Sirmium, is commemorated during the second Mass on Christmas Day each year according to the traditional calendar of the Roman Catholic Church. She is no longer commemorated on Christmas Day according to the Vatican II calendar. She is the patron saint of weavers.[2] The best known Anastasia is the Grand Duchess (Romanova) Anastasia Nikolaevna, youngest daughter of the last tsar of imperial Russia. Legends about her have been the subject of numerous books and films.

▓▒░ cαѕѕαη∂яα |kəˈsandrə|
From the Greek Κασσανδρα (Kassandra), which possibly meant "shining upon man", derived from κεκασμαι (kekasmai) "to shine" and ανηρ (aner) "man" (genitive ανδρος). In Greek myth Cassandra was a Trojan princess, the daughter of Priam and Hecuba. She was given the gift of prophecy by Apollo, but when she spurned his advances he cursed her so nobody would believe her prophecies.
In the Middle Ages this name was common in England due to the popularity of medieval tales about the Trojan War. It subsequently became rare, but was revived in the 20th century.

▓▒░ тυяριη |ˈtəːpɪn|
This surname has long puzzled researchers in the past, although it is difficult to see why. It is of Olde English and Norse-Viking origins and like many, perhaps the majority of all surnames, has been changed over the centuries by transpositions brought on by a combination of strong local dialects and poor spelling. The 1086 Domesday Book refers to people called Torfin or Turfin mainly from the Yorkshire area, and from these original baptismal names developed a whole range of surname alternatives which include Turpin of later highway renown, and other forms such as Toping, Topling, Toplin, Tapin and Tuplin(g). The original pre 7th century translation is from 'porfinnr' a word associated with the Vikings which loosely means 'God-Finn', and no doubt explains why 'Finland' was so named. The name in its various spellings was widely popular in England, and examples of the recordings include Turfin of Northumberland in the 1202 pipe rolls, and Richard Trurpin in the 1287 Hampshire rolls. Later examples include John Topyn, christened at St Botolphs church, Bishopgate, London, on July 8th 1621, Margree Tuplin who married Francis Price at the famous church of St Mary Magdalene, London, on July 14th 1631, and Benjamin Tupling, christened at St Mary Le Bone, Marylebone, London on April 8th 1791. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of Gaufridis Torphinus, which was dated 1196, in the Curia Regis Rolls of the county of Yorkshire, during the reign of King Richard 1, known as 'The Lionheart', 1189 - 1199. Surnames became necessary when governments introduced personal taxation. In England this was known as Poll Tax. Throughout the centuries, surnames in every country have continued to "develop" often leading to astonishing variants of the original spelling.

Read more: http://www.surnamedb.com/Surname/Turp...

❬Nicknames❭
⁍ Sandra
⁍ Cassie (usually her sibling would call her that)
⁍ Cass (her preferred name)
⁍ Ana

〖ᴘʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ〗
Sa|rah . A|na|sta|si|a . Cas|sandra . Tur|pin

❬ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs❭

#⃣  Daughter of the Highwayman

#⃣  The Highwaygirl
The reason for these 'nickname titles' is because Sarah's last name is not one unknown to most.
Although many would probably be blind to this, some of the blood that runs through her veins is that of the famous highwayman, Matthimeo Turpin. Yes. This mastermind of a criminal, who shot and killed his crime partner (Tom King) whilst trying to shoot an authority guardsman, is indeed one of the most wanted criminals in the land. Read on more to find out how some of his blood courses fever-hot through Sarah's veins.

(view spoiler)[Now her criminal relative was the Highwayman Matthimeo Turpin, who committed most of his crimes from the years 1235 - 1239. Short business, huh? In any cases, if it is no problem make him the country's most well known criminal in Rowen and I daresay this will come out rather nicely. (hide spoiler)]



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{ⓩodiac ⓢign} Cancer ♋

➺They say those born with the zodiac sign of Cancer are extremely loyal {True}to those who appreciate and support them, {False} they are the nurturers {You’re kidding.} of the zodiac signs and will protect and cherish a beloved person for a long time. {Possibly} One of the greatest things about Cancers are their abilities to make others feel good about themselves and loved. {Nope.} This is because instead of doing this for themselves, they project this onto other people. This is a positive cycle because in making others feel nurtured, wanted and loved, they in return feel good for making someone feel good. {Nope. Not AT ALL.} Other people can lean on and depend on cancer, they will listen to people's problems and help them however they will rarely express their own deep feelings to anyone. {Haha! Dying of laughter. NO.} People who want to share deep emotional thoughts and opinions with a Cancer might feel that the scales are tipped on one side for a Cancer will rarely reveal their true deep feelings. {Yes. Add ‘and they may also experience certain death’ and it’s true.}

≫[∂єтαιℓѕ σƒ вιятн]≪
↪️{Date of Birth} 24/6/01 ~ in other words:
Sarah Anastasia Cassandra Turpin was born on the twenty- fourth day of the sixth month in the late first age of Rowen. Her birthday is the 24th of June, but she never celebrates it. Why? Because it's never been recognised.
 
↪️{Time of Birth} Sarah was born at exactly 12:45 am
Three quarters of an hour into the 24th of  June. She just made it into the next day.
That night the silvery remnants of a waxing gibbous moon could be seen suspended in the starless night.

↪️{Place of Birth} The kingdom of Rowen, of course.
Where exactly? In a poorly furnished brick cottage to the eastern side of the Village of Rowen.

≫[gєη∂єя]≪ Female (F)


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≫{ĸιɴɢdoм loyαlтy}≪ ROWEN
Sarah fights for Rowen and no other kingdom. Obviously.
↗️[яєαѕση ƒσя ℓσуαℓту] Rowen has been her home ever since she can remember.

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But rules? Please. She doesn't follow the rules. It's not like she cares for them, or even likes them. Quite on the contrary, actually. She doesn't mind breaking the rules at all, but will only do so if she thinks she should.
All in all, her opinion on the laws of Rowen is rather low.

However, one must keep in mind that Cass is loyal to her kingdom and she liked the monarchs, she just doesn't like their laws. The two things are very different.

⏩≫[яαcє]≪ HUMAN
Sarah is a human who is an incredibly good rider and surprisingly, very light on her feet. And she's also got a rather high criminal record for someone of such loyalty to her kingdom and at such a young age.



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{☺️Face Claim☺️} Bonnie Wright

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≫≫[ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ] ѕαяαн αηαѕтαѕια cαѕѕαη∂яα тυяριη нαѕ α ƒαιя cσмρℓєχιση, αη∂ qυιтє α ѕмαℓℓ ƒяαмє. ѕнє ιѕ, нσωєνєя, яєℓαтινєℓу тαℓℓ ƒσя нєя αgє, αη∂ ℓσσкѕ ѕℓιgнтℓу σℓ∂єя тнαη ωнαт ѕнє яєαℓℓу ιѕ. нєя єуєѕ cнαηgє cσℓσυя ѕℓιgнтℓу ∂єρєη∂ιηg ση нєя мσσ∂. мσѕт σƒ тнє тιмє тнєу αяє ∂єѕcяιвє∂ αѕ тнє cσℓσυя σƒ gяєу ωαтєя ωιтн тнє ѕυηℓιgнт ѕραякℓιηg 域 ιт. ωнєη ѕнє'ѕ ιη α тємρєя, тнєу тυяη ѕтσяму, ωнєη ѕнє'ѕ ѕα∂ σя ƒєєℓιηg αηησує∂ σя ємσтισηℓєѕѕ, нєя єуєѕ cαяяу ησ ℓιgнт. ησ мσяє ƒℓιcкєяιηg, ∂αηcιηg cαη∂ℓє ƒℓαмє. αη∂ υηƒσятυηαтєℓу ѕнє нαѕ тяιє∂ αη∂ ƒαιℓє∂ тσ ѕтяιкє тнє мαтcн αη∂ яєℓιgнт тнє cαη∂ℓє ƒσя тнє ραѕт тωσ тσ тняєє уєαяѕ.

αηα'ѕ нαιя ιѕ α ηαтυяαℓ яє∂∂ιѕн ∂αяк αυвυяη. ιт нαѕ ηєιтнєя αятιƒιcιαℓ ησя ηαтυяαℓ нιgнℓιgнтѕ αη∂, ιη тнє ѕυηℓιgнт, ιт ѕнιηєѕ ℓιкє тняєα∂ѕ σƒ ∂αяк cσρρєя. ιт ιѕ ηαтυяαℓℓу νєяу ѕтяαιgнт, αη∂ яєαcнєѕ α gσσ∂ вιт ραѕт нєя ѕмαℓℓ ѕнσυℓ∂єяѕ.

{Height:} 165 cm
{Weight:} 45 kg
{Eyes:} Stormy grey
{Hair:} Dark ochre auburn

[To be continued below]⤵

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≫≫мedιcαl ғαcтorѕ
{Blood Type:} - AB  
{Genetic/ inherited diseases:} Haemophilia
(view spoiler)[Haemophilia |hiːməˈfɪliə| (U.S hemophilia)
ORIGIN (from the Greek haima αἷμα 'blood' and philia φιλία 'love')
Haemophilia is a group of hereditary genetic disorders that impair the body's ability to control blood clotting or coagulation, which is used to stop bleeding when a blood vessel is broken. Haemophilia A (clotting factor VIII deficiency) is the most common form of the disorder. Although haemophilia is morw commonly found in boys, in extreme rare cases it can affect girls. (hide spoiler)]
{Immune System Strength:} Strong (92%)


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If they knew her bloodline, everyone would most likely say she genetically inherited these 'abilities'. Some may even say it's magic. Think it if you will, but say it in front of this girl who has absolutely no tolerance for magic, and your next piece of advice would be to simply run away and get as far from her as possible.
So think TWICE before you speak with her.
But there's no need to worry too much, for you'd be in luck if you ever caught a glimpse of her.

➡️ tαleɴt ᴏɴᴇ Fencing

➡️ tαleɴt tωσ Riding

➡️ tαleɴt tняєє Escape

➡️ tαleɴt ƒσυя "Stand and Deliver!"

➡️ tαleɴt ƒινє A Game of Shadows



1) ғeɴcιɴɢ
"Would you like to duel, my good Sir?" The hooded figure gives the knight a bow so low that he isn't sure whether it's mocking or not. Under the hood, Sarah smiles like the Cheshire Cat. She's happy for him that he can't see the devilish glittering in her eyes. She twirls her long, polihed sword in her hands, having unsheathed it after she had straightened up from the bow.
The knight looks at the smaller figure in amusement. Unprotected, without the muscly build of a fencer, and with only a sword, he believes this is going to be child's play.

It's only a matter of five minutes before she's got him begging on his knees for mercy. She'll let him go, but leaves with a very heavily loaded saddlebag full of riches. She tosses him a coin with an odd scratched insignia on it- her signature. It's not like he'll be able to use it- they're viewed as a token of misfortune. "Thank you and have a good day. And with a sweep of her cloak and a flick of the reins, she's gone.



2) rιdιɴɢ
Cloak billowing around her shoulders in a mass of black, Sarah's grip on the reins is firm and commanding as she controls every movement of the surging mare she sits on. Pitch black as a moon-and-starless night, black as tar, Black Bess gallops across the plains. Cass can feel the muscle and sinew of the great animal underneath her, moving like waves underneath the saddle.

Anastasia sits on the high perch of her saddle on Bess, looking ublinkingly straight ahead. A spear in hand and her long ruby encrusted sword at her belt, the hooded figure attracts curious and frightened glances. Everybody knows who it is, but nobody knows the namw or face of the figure under the cloak. Nobody dares move out of fear as she rides, smirking, past them.



3) eѕcαpe
The very first- and only time Cass was caught was when she was nine uears old. But, being the sly and mischeivous person she was, not to mention intelligent, all she had to do was make the guards pity hear to let her out under surveillance on a walk. Easily said, easily done- that is, for Cass. All she had to do was get a weapon, fight for a while, and run. She melted into the darkness and was never captured again.



4)  "ѕтαɴd αɴd delιver!"
Now she is like the man her father once was. His cry "stand and deliver!" Struck fear into the hearts of any travelers who knew they would either have to hand over theor riches to the cloaked figure or be killed.  

To kill from long distance from atop Black Bess, one could say that Sarah's spear- throwing skills come in handly.

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5) α ɢαмe oғ ѕнαdowѕ
The figure is cloaked. Hooded. And clad in complete darkness. It is almost as if it is made of shadows itself...

Thanks to her dark clothing and relatively small-ish build, Ana does not find it hard at all to simply melt and disappear into shadows.
For her it's a game to play- chasing the shadows....
... And she always wins.



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Having been brought up in the darkness of loneliness and the feeling of being bound, Sarah shies away from people, preferring the company of her mind than that of another person. She is cautious about everything and everyone, having only known fear and guilt as a child. She doesn't trust anyone but herself, however she will not refrain from drawing unnecessary attention to herself, but she will whe it comes to talking with others. She spends a good portion of her time alone, watching the sun set, where she sits alone on the crags high over the seas, the wind whipping her auburn around her face, splitting up her vision...
Then sgain, it wouldn't be untrue to say that you could potentially find her patrolling the streets on Black Bess, sword in hand and hood drawn up, feeling excited, squirmish, reckless and bold.

Also, getting a true smile out of her is difficult. She will either force one, give you a sarcastic smirk, or just stare at you stonily. She is hardly ever seen as cheerful, and is more of a solitary girl. If you're lucky, she'll be in a sarcastic mood. If the odds aren't exactly in your favour, she'll be in her more commonly seen mood- grievous, annoyed, reckless and ruthless.



➡️ trαιt oɴe Antisocial

➡️ trαιt two Pensive

➡️ trαιt tнree Pessimistic

➡️ trαιt foυr Brave

➡️ trαιt fιve Sarcastic

➡️ trαιt ѕιх Distrusting

➡️ trαιt ѕeveɴ Loyal

➡️ trαιt eιɢнt Grieving

➡️ trαιt ɴιɴe Reckless

➡️ trαιt teɴ Intellingent



⤟ "ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ." ⤠
Ana likes to just be left alone, most of the time. If you try to comfort her, she will generally try to push you away. Most of the time this is because she knows that comfort will only arise false hope for her, and she’d rather face the truth than put her faith in hope that is just a fake idea. If she doesn’t like you she will not hesitate to tell you, whether it be by words or action, or simply glaring at you.



⤟ "ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ... ᴛʜɪɴᴋ." ⤠
Cass likes to submerge herself in a sea of her own consciousness. Why? You ask. The answer is very simple. It provides her with  quick escape route from people, things, everything around her. It gives her a two-way door to her own world, a world of dreams and a place where there is no such thing as impossible. It’s an escape from REALITY.



⤟ "ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ." ⤠
If you’re trying to comfort her because she’s grieving over something, good luck with succeeding. As mentioned earlier, she does not tolerate and believe in false hope. Also, she heals very slowly. Which is why she has to be very careful. She’s got a strong immune system, but unfortunately was gifted with the blood disease commonly seen in royal or highborn human families- haemophilia. How very unusal for a peasant girl.



⤟ "ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜᴇʟ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴇɴ?" ⤠
Being a relative of Richard Turpin and not being brave is a problem. Besides, were she not brave, Cass would not be able to make a living. Also, she likes challenging guards just for the fun of laughing at them when she wins.



⤟ "ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ. sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ?" ⤠
With her sarcastic and witty way of handling things, Ana isn't the most humorous of all people to hang about with. Not that you'd ever want to anyways- anybody following and tagging behind her she'd probably give them a warning and if they didn't obey- well then they were dead- most likely.



⤟ "ʜᴏω ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏω ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?" ⤠
Because of her strange past associated with quite a few betrayals and untrustworthy people, Sarah has learnt better than to agree to someone's request or believe someone's words by only looking at them. As they say, "never judge a book by its cover." And she's learnt it the hard way to never trust a person because they look or write or talk like a trustworthy, honest person.



⤟ "ωʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ωᴀʀ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴏωᴇɴ. ɪ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ɪ ᴏωᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ." ⤠
She knows she owes Rowen. She owes te country for her crimes, robbberies, and the terror she's inflicted upon some. And she's ready to die in war fighting for the countey she's loyal to. Even though it may not seem it, her heart lies linked to the ancient country of Rowen.



⤟ "ʜᴇ─ ʜᴇ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ..." ⤠
There's an everlasting grief that haunts Sarah. She won't talk about it and she will avoid the subject that causes this pain whenever she can. This is for several reasons. She doesn't like the pain. She wants to keep up her strong posotion as terrifying criminal, and will certainly not have some stupid memory or person put her off of 'business'. The subject makes her feel weak and helpless.



⤟ "ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪ sʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇsᴛɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴋᴇωᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ sωᴏʀᴅ." ⤠
There are many that would deem it unwise to not follow this 'warning', especially if it's coming from the black-clad hooded figure. Never underestimate the figure, people would whisper. And unless you wish to nail you own coffin together, it would be best to shut up and nod when she tells you this. Or else things may get a bit nasty.



⤟ "ɪ'ʟʟ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ωɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ." ⤠
Cunning and sly intelligence are always the strogest elements of a 'successful' criminal. Ana's got quite some wit and she knows her way around the authorities and where the best riches come from. She's sly as a fox, and just as smart. Her orientation is not the best, but who cares, all she looks for is riches. She's not a cartographer or explorer. It's not like she even wants to or needs to be one.

[To be continued below]⤵

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☑ Her criminal life
☑ Her family
☑ Neutral people
☑ Sunsets
☑ Black Bess
☑ 'Business'
☑ The kingdom of Rowen
☑ Being alone
☑ Snow
☑ Thinking
☑ Fencing and dueling
☑ The Lost (view spoiler)[She's considering about being an occasional 'Robin Hood' for them. She finds them interesting. The reason she isn't Lost is because she has never been caught or identified. (hide spoiler)]



[∂ιѕℓιкєѕ]
☒ Vain people
☒ Mean people
☒ Other kingdoms (In general)
☒ Elves (In general)
☒ Snobby people
☒ Laws and regulation
☒ Missing her family
☒ Magic (view spoiler)[Although she finds it fascinating, she finds it too untrustworthy. (hide spoiler)]
☒ Seafood



[мαιη αιм ιη ℓιƒє] Now, she hasn't got a proper aim, but who knows? If you wanted to know and she had to tell, Ana would most likely say that she wants to become just as 'great and fierce' a criminal as her father once was.



[gяєαTєѕT ƒєαяѕ/ρнσвιαѕ]
"Even the greatest of criminals and the bravest of men fear something. It is inhuman to not be afraid. We can master our fears, and overcome them, yes. But push them away forever? No."



☛ Spiders
☛ That the ghosts of her past will haunt her
☛ Elves
☛ Magic
☛ Being imprisoned
☛ Dying without reason/ against a weak foe
☛ The authorities

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[cσммση кησωℓє∂gє]
✤ Everyone knows that: The mysterious hooded figure is the most feared criminal of Rowen...
✤ ... And she's a relative of Matthimeo Turpin.





▂▃▅▆▇█[ｔｈｅ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ]█▇▆▅▃▂

{"So dark, so dark and deep... The secrets that you keep."}

Nobody knows...
❈ Her real and full name.
❈ Her true appearance
❈ Her full history
❈ Why she chose the life of a criminal



[ƒℓαωѕ]
※ Her arrogance
※ Her bravery
※ Her attitude towards everything
※ Her carelessness- especially for rules
※ Her past



[νιяTυєѕ]
Cass has got a lot of virtues, and to be honest she doesn't mind showing some of them off. She hasn't got a huge ego, but it's on the higher half of the scale:
✯ Her bravery
✯ Her ability to fence
✯ Her sneakiness
✯ Her riding skills
✯ Her criminal record (she's actually immensely proud of it.)

"̅̅Hmm. Think you can run, do you? Don't worry dear, you can run all you want, but no matter what I will find you. Sleep and dream safe… for now. Your time is running out."̅

▂▃▅▆▇█ H █ i █ s █ t █ o █ r █ y █ / █ B █ a █ c █ k █ g █ r █ o █ u █ n █ d █▇▆▅▃▂


"̅Blood of my blood, you shall rise from the ash once I have fallen..."̅


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۰ＥＡＲＬＹ ＬＩＦＥ۰

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ａｇｅｓ ｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｒｅｅ

Born to legend Matthimeo Orthon Turpin and his wife, Eleanor Jennie Turpin, Sarah Anastasia Cassandra Turpin was a secret to the world when she was born. Her parents feared for her safety, and their job. Matthimeo’s greatest fear when Sarah was born was that the authorities would use his own baby daughter against him and force him to give up on his career. And giving up the job of a Highwayman meant the family’s well-being would go down in the dumps.
With an already astonishingly low reputation, Matthimeo and Eleanor knew they had taken on a great responsibility and risk with having another child. Their eldest, Emmanuel Alexander Turpin was twelve when Eleanor gave birth to his little sister. Emmanuel ended up being rather expressionless at the prospect of having a sibling... He didn’t speak much, do much, or act any more joyful or sullen than usual. In fact, throughout his whole life, Emmanuel never really did speak much. He was quiet, intelligent, and cunning, in his own ways and respect.

Ana spent the first three days of her life asleep in her mother’s bed- and then she opened up her eyes, and they were happy, but the lingering scent of worry stayed thick in the air.

“Oh, look at her, Matt, isn’t she a darling? Hello, hello!” Eleanor looked up at her husband, her eyes lit with renewed joy. He was happy, as well, happy that she was happy, but only his eyes betrayed his true emotions.
“Yes, yes she is, isn’t she?” He agreed, a smile curling up the corners of his lips. He ran a smooth hand through his dark hair as he looked down at Eleanor, who was cradling the little newborn in her arms. He had his arm around his own son, Emmanuel. Emm hadn’t spoken a word since the arrival of his sister. His face was blank, and did not betray his emotions. Matthimeo sighed and ruffled Emmanuel’s hair.
“You mastered riding Chestnut yet, Emmanuel?” He asked his son.
“Oh, Matthimeo, you’re not going to start with that again,” Eleanor said with an exasperated sigh. “Now are you?” He shot her an irritated look and then turned back to his son.
“Well, son?” He demanded.
“Yes. Yes, I have, father.” Emmanuel replied in an absolute monotone.
Eleanor sighed. She hated it when her husband was so strict about everything. Emmanuel was just a boy, for heavens’ sake! Still only twelve years old.

To distract herself from her husband’s attitude towards their eldest child, Eleanor focused on her newborn. A beautiful baby, with dark brown locks and blue eyes. She smiled and wiped away the tears of joy and worry that were springing to her eyes. “What shall we name her, darling?” She asked.

It took them a long time to decide. Finally they settled on a long but very successful name. Oftentimes Anastasia wonders whether they had known she was to become a well-known, infamous criminal with no fixed name when they baptized her.

And so they chose a suitable name; Sarah Anastasia Cassandra Turpin.





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ａｇｅｓ ｆｏｕｒ ｔｏ ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

Cassandra grew up with only her family and her own thoughts for a social life. She never went to school, never had any education of any sort... Well, she never got any normal education. Growing up with a crook as a father, a pensive brother, and a mother too occupied with taking care of the household to entertain her own daughter is never an easy thing to do.

To be frank, Sarah loved her family with all her heart. She loved them no matter what, Black Bess (or Bessie, as she used to call the beautiful mare) included. They were loving and kind and gentle. The only thing she lacked was someone to talk to, to go to in times of need.
By the time Cassie was eight years of age, Matthimeo had raised his daughter like he had done his son- in the world of crimes, theft- and riding.

Four year-old Cassandra was listening with sixteen year-old Emmanuel to their parents’ conversation outside the door. What was going on? Cassie could hardly make out anything. But with growing anxiety she watched her brother’s once chipper and joyful expression spiral slowly down into the dumps.
“Emm!” She hissed, but he silenced her with a depressing look. Finally he took her by the hand and then picked her up. He carried her mutely to his room and sat her down on his bed.

“Now listen to me, Cassie,” he began. His tone was serious, unforgiving, commanding. Everything about Emmanuel then suddenly seemed so... Uniform to Anastasia, it was rather frightening. She had never seen him like this before... never. It was odd.

She spoke before her could open up his mouth, cutting him off. “What is going on? Please, Emm! Tell me.”
“Shh! Will you please calm down, Cass!” He said. She shut up immediately, eager to hear what he had to say. He swallowed. His whole body was tense. “Mother and father are currently having a heated discussion about whether they should keep you or not.”

She looked at him, puzzled. “Keep me? What do you mean?”
“When you were born, they didn’t know-” He cut himself abruptly short. She was too young to hear this. Far too young.

"Never mind it." He sighed. "Now get some sleep, you look awfully tired. It's dark already." He forced a strained smile, then picked up his four-year-old sister and took her to her room, where he tucked her in, sang a lullaby, and watched her fall asleep.

Then he retired to his own lonely and isolated corner in his dark room, thinking things over.


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So it was that Cassandra was raised in the dark by her whole family. Although Emmanuel was the one who spoke the most to her, who was the most fun to be around, he never told her anything of importance, and it was to his greatest relief that her parents did not abandon his little sister- or worse, perhaps, kill her. He knew what his father was capable of- and hat his true, twisted personality was- that of an unforgiving, merciless criminal.

Very much like Cassandra today. And fearless- almost.



"̅ I want to know."̅
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Cassandra was twelve years of age when most of the turning points in her life that opened up her eyes to herself and the world happened. A few major events occurred- and all that in just one year.

[To be continued below]⤵

[sᴀʀᴀʜ]

[Continued from above]⤴

ραят IV

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“Oh, Cassie! Thank the heavens!” Emmanuel scooped a bewildered Sarah into his arms one late afternoon. Ana hadn’t seen him the whole day- so it came as a rather unexpected welcoming.
“Uhm, ‘afternoon, Emm.” She replied, puzzled at his sudden outburst. He kissed the top of her head, smiling.
“We’re keeping you!” He said, and hugged her tighter- if that was even possible.
“What- do you mean by that?” She replied, getting more and more confused by the second.
“Mother and father- they were unsure whether it would be safe for them- safe for us , when you were born....” He looked down at her comfortingly.
“Is it- was it-” Sarah cleared her throat. “Was it because of daddy’s occupation- or job??” She asked curiously.
“Yes- yes.” He replied. “Now let me tell you something...”

“Father’s job requires a lot of courage. He needs passion, will, and a blindness to fear. He needs the strength to drive him forwards... And his enemies are the authorities. THey want to hunt him, kill him, Sarah. He’s done bad to this world of which I would rather not speak of.
He is powerful, feared, yet there is one thing father loves above his own self, and life, and that is his family. You, me, mother. And you need to understand that. Because of this, we are the authority’s ideal targets - the only thing that would make him fall under their threats.
He does not wish for them to take us... And if your birth would have not been kept in secret, goodness knows what they could’ve done to you...”
“I proved an easy target,” the young girl said logically.
He looked at her, surprised she had figured it out so quickly, and nodded. “Indeed, and you could have been threatened and the family would no longer stand on this podium of hierarchy built up by the fear our own father has struck into the heart of this very land.” He said. “Do you understand?”

All Sarah could do was nod. She had been struck by the faintest bolt of the truth, the reality, and it was only the start of it all.




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The next thing was a most unexpected discovery for the whole family.

Now before this short story is told, there is one thing, dear reader, which you must know. Sarah has but one single scar on her entire body- were it not so, she would probably be dead by now.

Cassie was running. It had just rained the previous night, and the grass of the meadows that bordered their little house was fresh and had the pleasant, awakening smell of wet nature. Unfortunately it was slippery. So, to make a long story short....

Cass fell- no, more like she slipped. It was only a small graze, yet it simply wouldn’t stop bleeding...
What an oddity, her family had remarked that evening. And what a near-impossible rarity.

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ａｇｅｓ ｔｈｉｒｔｅｅｎ ｔｏ ｆｏｕｒｔｅｅｎ

"̅ If there is one thing, Sarah Anastasia Cassandra Turpin, that I wish from you to learn from me, it it this:
dαɴɢer ιѕ reαl. вυт ғeαr- ғeαr ιѕ α ＣＨＯＩＣＥ. "̅
Her father, the infamous criminal, Matthimeo Turpin, taught his daughter all he could, in the remaining year of his life. His training was harsh and intense- this became Sarah’s schedule until he decided she was ready and could take over: (view spoiler)[The reason why Matthimeo chose not to educate Emmanuel like this? Simple. Because Emm was already all grown up, an adult, and he needed to help his mother, needed to replace Cassandra. (hide spoiler)]

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[5:00 AM] Wake up
[9:00 AM] Riding
[1:00 PM] Fencing and Lunch break (10 min)
[5:00 PM] Fencing
[9:00 PM] Riding
[12:30 AM] Sleep

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[5:00 AM] Wake up
[9:00 AM] Riding
[1:00 PM] Fencing and Lunch break (10 min)
[5:00 PM] Fencing
[9:00 PM] Lecture
[12:30 AM] Sleep

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[5:00 AM] Wake up
[9:00 AM] Riding
[1:00 PM] Fencing and Lunch break (10 min)
[5:00 PM] Fencing
[9:00 PM] Riding
[12:30 AM] Sleep

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[5:00 AM] Wake up
[9:00 AM] Riding
[1:00 PM] Fencing and Lunch break (10 min)
[5:00 PM] Fencing
[9:00 PM] Riding
[12:30 AM] Sleep

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[5:00 AM] Wake up
[9:00 AM] Riding
[1:00 PM] Fencing and Lunch break (10 min)
[5:00 PM] Fencing
[9:00 PM] Riding
[12:30 AM] Sleep

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[5:00 AM] Wake up
[9:00 AM] Riding
[1:00 PM] Fencing and Lunch break (10 min)
[5:00 PM] Fencing
[9:00 PM] Riding
[12:30 AM] Sleep

░ＳＵＮＤＡＹ░
[5:00 AM] Wake up
[9:00 AM] Lecture
[1:00 PM] Fencing and Lunch break (10 min)
[5:00 PM] Fencing
[9:00 PM] Sleep

Even when it was Sunday there was no exception. It was tough, but Cass made it through, and throughout it she learned more about her father. He taught her to look at the world in a different way, how to harmonize with the nature, how to live thorough the storm of both your mind and that of the ‘reality’.

Tears were shed, but no blood mixed with the sweat.



"̅ Tell me, Sarah, what do you see?"̅
"̅ I see the waves crashing onto the shore."̅

"̅ That is only the beginning. What you see is the endlessness of our existence, of our power, and our mark. The waves represent our family tree. Since the dark we were on this unforgiving earth. For all eternity our reputation has been held, continued in a never ending pattern. And everywhere, we leave our imprint, as the waves leave their permanent mark on the seashore."̅

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I had to run. The world was a blur now. Where were they? Emmanuel? Father? Mother? WHERE?

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A cold but light sweat broke out on Anastasia’s forehead as she recalled the last words her father had told her. They had been slaughtered, all three of them by the authorities, yet those men did not seem like they belonged to the Rowen powerhouse.

"̅ Take Black Bess, Sarah! I love you! Take my sword, take my cloak, take my teachings with you and run! RUN! GO! And perhaps in the latest of all futures we shall meet again! You are our only hope to stop the tree from dying! Go! And remember what you see in the waves! And remember your country! I lo-"̅
There was no more after that. Just fleeing. Blankness. Darkness. Fear. NO. NOt fear, she couldn’t. She had to keep her promise. Remember your country.... Waves... I love you....

“EMMANUEL!” NO! He couldn’t be gone...

But her time had come.
Jumping off Black Bess, her father’s cloak pooling around her feet like a mass of shadows, Sarah clenched her fists. It was time. Time to step up to the highest rung of the ladder. Time to follow her father.




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{Occupation} Criminal
Highway'man' (view spoiler)[Or Highwaygirl. Either way works, I suppose. (hide spoiler)]

{Rank}
↳Low
↳Infamous
↳Well-known Criminal

[To be continued below]⤵

[sᴀʀᴀʜ]

[Continued from above]⤴

ραят V

▴○♦▵◉ ☛ [RELATIONSHIPS] ☚ ◉▵♦○▴

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[Sexuality] Straight Heterosexual

[Courter] Nope. Nada. 0. She'd say: "Love is for the fools and only the fools of this world."

But Love plays tricks on people. So who knows what can happen...

Either way, good luck with that.


[Enemies]
➢ The Authorities

∆ [Family] ∇
⇶ Matthimeo Orthon Turpin (view spoiler)[ＨＥＲＥ ＬＩＥ ＴＨＥ ＲＥＭＮＡＮＴＳ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＩＮＦＡＭＯＵＳ ＣＲＩＭＩＮＡＬ ＭＡＴＴＨＩＭＥＯ ＯＲＴＨＯＮ ＴＵＲＰＩＮ． ＭＡＹ ＨＩＳ ＦＡＴＥ ＢＥ Ａ ＲＥＭＩＮＤＥＲ ＴＯ ＡＬＬ ＴＨＯＳＥ ＷＨＯ ＣＯＮＳＩＤＥＲ ＯＲ ＨＡＶＥ ＦＯＬＬＯＷＥＤ ＩＮ ＨＩＳ ＦＯＯＴＳＴＥＰＳ． ＡＮＤ ＭＡＹ ＨＥ ＢＥ ＲＥＭＥＭＢＥＲＥＤ ＦＯＲ ＴＨＥ ＣＲＩＭＥＳ ＨＥ ＨＡＳ ＢＲＯＵＧＨＴ ＤＯＷＮ ＵＰＯＮ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＯＲＬＤ． (hide spoiler)]
⇶ Eleanor Jennie Turpin (née Arden)(view spoiler)[ＨＥＲＥ ＬＩＥＳ ＴＨＥ ＢＯＤＹ ＯＦ ＥＬＥＡＮＯＲ ＪＥＮＮＩＥ ＡＲＤＥＮ， ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ ＷＩＦＥ， ＤＡＵＧＨＴＥＲ ＡＮＤ ＭＯＴＨＥＲ． ＭＡＹ ＨＥＲ ＳＯＵＬ ＲＥＳＴ ＩＮ ＰＥＡＣＥ ＡＮＤ ＦＩＮＤ ＥＴＥＲＮＡＬ ＨＡＰＰＩＮＥＳＳ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＣＬＯＵＤＳ． ＹＯＵ ＳＨＡＬＬ ＢＥ ＭＩＳＳＥＤ． (hide spoiler)]
⇶ Emmanuel Alexander Turpin(view spoiler)[ＨＥＲＥ ＬＩＥＳ ＴＨＥ ＢＯＤＹ ＯＦ ＥＭＭＡＮＵＥＬ ＡＬＥＸＡＮＤＥＲ ＴＵＲＰＩＮ， ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ ＯＬＤＥＲ ＢＲＯＴＨＥＲ ＡＮＤ ＳＯＮ． ＭＡＹ ＨＩＳ ＳＯＵＬ ＲＥＳＴ ＩＮ ＰＥＡＣＥ ＡＮＤ ＨＩＳ ＹＯＵＴＨ ＢＥ ＲＥＧＥＮＥＲＡＴＥＤ， ＦＯＲ ＨＩＳ ＦＡＴＥ ＷＡＳ ＡＮ ＵＮＩＮＴＥＮＤＥＤ ＯＮＥ． ＹＯＵ ＳＨＡＬＬ ＢＥ ＭＩＳＳＥＤ． I̶̶ ̶̶l̶̶o̶̶v̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶,̶̶ ̶̶E̶̶m̶̶m̶̶.̶̶ ̶̶I̶̶ ̶̶m̶̶i̶̶s̶̶s̶̶ ̶̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶,̶̶ ̶̶I̶̶ ̶̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶k̶̶ ̶̶o̶̶f̶̶ ̶̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶.̶̶ ̶̶B̶̶u̶̶t̶̶ ̶̶I̶̶ ̶̶k̶̶n̶̶o̶̶w̶̶ ̶̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶’̶̶r̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶a̶̶l̶̶w̶̶a̶̶y̶̶s̶̶ ̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶w̶̶i̶̶t̶̶h̶̶ ̶̶m̶̶e̶̶.̶̶ ̶̶I̶̶n̶̶ ̶̶m̶̶y̶̶ ̶̶h̶̶e̶̶a̶̶r̶̶t̶̶.̶̶ ̶̶~̶̶ ̶̶S̶̶a̶̶r̶̶a̶̶h̶ (hide spoiler)]

▴○♦▵◉ ☛ [ECCENTRICITIES] ☚ ◉▵♦○▴️

❈[Fighting Style]
Sword fighting; fencing.

▶️[Weapon of choice]
This would be a sword.
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❈️[Prized Possession]
Her father’s cloak. It covers her face entirely, bringing it down into shadows, and making her face unrecognizable.
(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

❈[Magical Preference]
SHe doesn’t use magic, finds it interesting, but fears it, for it is the unkown.
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ＢＬＡＣＫ ＢＥＳＳ



[Name]
Black Bess

[Animal]
Horse

[Breed]
Black Mare

[Physical Appearance]


All in all, Black Bess is a powerful horse, made almost purely of rippling muscle, sinew, and glossy fur, darker than a starless and moonless night. HOwever, she is also a graceful animal, intelligent, and difficult to ride.

[Age]
9 nine years old

[Date of Birth] 31st October
[Place of Birth] The Turpin family residence, Rowen
[Time of Birth] Unknown

[Purpose]
A best companion to Sarah Anastasia Cassandra Turpin, Bess never fails her mistress.

[Likes]
✔ Oats
✔ Sarah
✔ Running at top speeds

[Dislikes]
✗ Cold weather
✗ Other people (watch out, she’s ferocious at times)

[Other]


▴○♦▵◉ ☛ [ANYTHING ELSE?] ☚ ◉▵♦○▴
[Other]
Beware.

"Stand and deliver! Or die. Of course, 'tis completely up to you, Mi'Lord, Mi'Lady."

[sᴀʀᴀʜ]

[ＳＡＲＡＨ ⚔ ＡＮＡＳＴＡＳＩＡ ⚔ ＣＡＳＳＡＮＤＲＡ ⚔ ＴＵＲＰＩＮ is finished! Sorry she took so long, but I hope she's alright!]

[sᴀʀᴀʜ]

thank you Candice!! And sorry about the picture, I'll remove it when i can.