Did you have a particular idea in mind? If so, I'd love to hear it! If not, I was wondering if we could do something historical, since you mentioned you liked that? I've been dying to do an rp with a medieval setting, so if that sounds like something you'd be interested in, that would be cool :)
No worries :)Well, the one idea I have is for a group I made that never quite got off the ground. Here's the basic plot (view spoiler)[The marriage of the heirs of two kingdoms is a joyous affair, and fully entitled to all the pomp and circumstance that can be provided.From all around the neighboring kingdoms and countries, royals and nobles flock to Brelrien, pouring into the capital for the ceremony. It's two weeks of dancing, feasting, and celebration.But forces are at work that most are not aware of. Whispers and conspiracy in the shadows. There are those who would seek to turn this celebration into the start of rebellion. Who would see the capital burn in order to right past wrongs. (hide spoiler)] If that interests you, I have some other worldbuilding stuff for it
Rather than copy-pasting all of the information, here's the link to the relevant information. If there's anything you'd like to change, add to, etc., I'd totally be open to that. I was also thinking of incorporating magic somehow, so if you'd be interested in that, just let me know :)
Okay, well then we can just leave it as is, without magic. So would you like to stick with doubles, or have more than two characters each?
Three or four would work well, and you're definitely right that some could be main and others minor, so whatever works. Maybe we should list out all of the characters it might be good to have for the plot, then decide how many characters to each have.Off the top of my head, the characters it would make sense to have are:-Heir to the Brelrien throne-Heir to the Northbarrow throne-Ruler of Alston (I was thinking he or she would be the one heading up the plot to keep the marriage from happening and go to war with Brelrien/Northbarrow)-Someone close to the Alston ruler, sort of a second-in-command-Maybe someone in the Brelrien royal family or government who is sympathetic to Alston and serves as a spy?I feel like I'm missing some really obvious character, but I'm not sure who.
Those additions make sense, so definitely, let's go with those. I'm not sure we necessarily need to plan for every character to have a relationship, but making some pairs sounds good to me!It's because of a general sense that Brelrien and Northbarrow becoming one kingdom would be bad for Alston, since Brelrien (Alston's traditional enemy) would be gaining the wealth, resources, etc. of Northbarrow, and when this current peace inevitably ends, some feel like that would give Brelrien an advantage over Alston.
Alright, makes sense :)Hm... I'll go with the heir to Brelrien, the ruler of Alston, one of the peasant characters, and the sibling or cousin. Yeah, that's what I meant. Sorry that I didn't make that clear before!
I'll have the ruler of Alston and the sibling or cousin be guys, and the other two girls.Since we're planning on having two romance pairs, which ones should we plan on?
Yeah, making the characters first sounds like a good idea. I'll get to work on them, and will probably start getting them up later tonight or tomorrow. I'm thinking about having my peasant character be a guard of some kind. Maybe a guard of the Brelrien castle, or maybe a guard for someone else who came to Brelrien for the wedding? I'm not entirely sure yet. I'm thinking he'll be the cousin to the Brelrien heir. I'm also thinking I might make him an illegitimate child, because that would make him a bit conflicted when he gets involved in the political situation; on the one hand it's his family, but on the other, he's not really one of them.On that note, can we switch and I'll make the Northbarrow heir and you can make the Brelrien heir?
Yeah, that's about what I use too, so that will work! Twenties in general for the age range, I think. I figured the two heirs would both be 18-20ish. Then I was planning on making the Alston king and the peasant about 25, and then the cousin somewhere in his early twenties. Sounds great :)
I'm going to go ahead and start posting my characters. If there's anything that needs to be changed in them, just let me know!
we stood, steady as the stars in the woods ─────────────────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────── · F R A N C E S C AT O R R E N S · ──────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── eighteen · · · female · · · heterosexual ────────────────── heir to the northbarrow throne ─────── The day Francesca came into the world, early in the hours of the morning, before the sun had crested the horizon, there was celebration all throughout her parents' castle. She was their miracle child, borne to parents who had long-ago resigned themselves to childlessness. And from the moment her parents first laid eyes on her──a screaming newborn, but so indescribably beautiful to them──she had the world at her feet. Her parents doted upon her endlessly. As soon as she could walk, she had the run of the palace, giggling as she hurried from wing to wing, often with her mother or father taking a break from work to chase after her and play. And she had everything she could possibly want, since neither of her parents ever quite learned how to say no to her. While a lavish childhood might have made others spoiled and bratty, it only made Francesca fundamentally, inherently happy. She never quite outgrew that sense of childhood wonder and optimism. To her, the world is an incredible place, and if you gave people a chance, they are incredible too. You might call her naive or oblivious, but if simply believing the best in people makes her naive, then she will accept that. Even tragedy couldn't quite shake that light from Francesca. In her fourteenth year, a deadly sickness washed over Northbarrow like a tidal wave, taking countless lives back with it as it receded. Unfortunately, disease doesn't recognize or respect royal titles. Within three weeks of each other, her father and mother fell ill and passed away, leaving behind their only daughter, still a child and too young to rule. The first month after their deaths were the worst. Grand state funerals were put on for both royals, and Francesca had to find strength she didn't know she had to put on a brave face. Afterwards, new responsibilities awaited her. A council of regents was chosen to officially rule in her stead until she came of age, but she was still expected to attend council meetings, act as the official face of the kingdom, meet with various dignitaries and nobles, and so much more it made her head spin. Despite all the assurance of her parents in the years before their deaths, telling her that she was already more than ready to lead well and fairly, she felt lost, unprepared, and more than anything else, unqualified. Even now, with fours years of experience, she still doesn't feel ready. The crown is only a few weeks away from being hers, but she can't picture herself wearing it. She may be able to see the best in everyone else, but she can't see anything in herself that is ready for this responsibility. ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════anastasia tsilimpiou ──────────────────── 5'5" · brown hair · green eyes══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────── so happy-hearted, and the warmth rang true inside these bones
I walk the same way my father told me ──────────────────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────── · B R A E D O NC H A M B E R S · ──────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────── twenty-two · · · male · · · bisexual ─────────────── illegitimate son to the brelrien king's brother ─────When you are born a bastard, the world never gives you a chance to forget it. You will never get access to the whatever titles your family might have, or even your family's name. Every interaction you have with people will be tainted by the knowledge of your illegitimate birth. Even the most common-born peasant will feel superior to you, simply by virtue of their parents' marriage. Though, Braedon supposes that in the illegitimate-birth lottery, he at least got lucky. Many illegitimate children of nobles are ignored, unacknowledged, shipped off to the non-noble parent, or simply abandoned. In that sense, Braedon was truly lucky. When he was born, his father actually took him in──an unusual move, one that certainly would have earned him strange stares and whispered gossip, had he not been the brother of the king. Instead, Braedon took the brunt of the social repercussions. He may have grown up right alongside his half-siblings and cousins, but it was always impossible to ignore the differences between them. The most outward mark was his different last name, but it went deeper than that. When foreign dignitaries or nobles came to visit, his father's legitimate children and his cousins were introduced, but he was always quietly shuffled out of sight, like some shameful secret to be kept from guests. And while nobles wouldn't dare disrespect royal children, he was fair game for gossip, ignoring, or outright hostility. But Braedon is used to it. He may not like it, but he's used to living the life he has. And he's gotten quite good at it. Over the years he's learned to just let all the looks and all the whispers slide right off him. He just keeps up his good humor and easy smile, and keeps marching forward, ignoring all else. It's the way to survive. ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════julian morris ─────────────────────── 5'9" · brown hair · brown eyes══════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────── back straight, chest out, just like a soldier
but in all chaos, there is calculation ────────────────────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────── · M A T T H I A SC A L D W E L L · ──────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── twenty-five · · · male · · · bisexual ───────────────────────── king of altson ─────────────Upon meeting Matthias, it's hard not to think that he's the perfect king. He's charming and polite and intelligent, with just the right amount of teasing humor to make him amusing. He can discuss policy and politics as well as he can discuss idle gossip and social affairs. He seems like exactly the kind of man you would want ruling your country. And, in a way, he is. But beneath all the practiced smiles and memorized rules of etiquette, Matthias is a well of bitterness and resentment that never seems to run dry. Matthias grew up shadowing his father. The only education fit for a future king, his father said, was to watch the current one work. And when he was younger, he loved it. He would sit at the table and listen to his father's council debate, and almost felt like an adult. But as he got older, things changed. He viewed his father differently; he was no longer the courageous, dashing young king he once was, but one whose years and premature sickness were weighing down. Worst of all, he came to view his father as cowardly. When he heard about the peace agreement with Brelrien──signed in secret, in meetings he wasn't even informed of, let alone allowed into──he was outraged. Generations of good, brave Altson soldiers had laid down their lives to protect them from these aggressors from the south, and his father would just stand aside and let Brelrien go without a fight? Despite his anger, he held his tongue. There was nothing he could do.His father died a year ago, succumbing to an illness that had haunted him for years, and left Matthias king. And this was the chance Matthias hadn't even known he'd been waiting for. He could finally fix his father's great mistake, no matter the blood and ashes left in his wake. It would be worth it.══════════════════════════════════════════════════════giacomo gianniotti ─────────────────── 5'10" · brown hair · brown eyes══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────── now we're in the ring, and we're coming for blood
the past is still the past, the bridge to nowhere ──────────────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────── · T H E A O S M O N T · ────────────────══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── twenty-five · · · female · · · bisexual ──────────── ─────── commander of the castle guard in brelrien ───────When you are born into poverty, there is no escape. Not in this world, so focused on titles, lands, and prestigious names. Possessing none of those, Thea didn't have much of a future: dirt-poor, common family with no land or titles to their name. At fifteen, Thea joined the army in Brelrien. The minimum age was seventeen, but even at her age, Thea was a towering height, and carried herself with enough confidence to suggest age and experience. The life of a soldier was as good as anything else to her, better than the starving and stillness of her home village. And at least the army gave her a place to stay and two meals a day. But there was no real future for her there. Sure, she proved to be talented──give her a sword and soldiers to command and she can get almost anything done──but Brelrien didn't need its army. Since the peace with Alston, things have been quiet. Peace doesn't have the need of soldiers that war does.And Thea? Try as she might to tell herself that this was good, that what she had was good, she wanted more. That desire that tomorrow will be better than today burned somewhere deep within her, and led her to join the army in the first place. That desire then led to her requesting a transfer to the guard of Brelrien's capital. Since then, Thea has had that better tomorrow she's always secretly sought. She's been steadily promoted to a commander of a large unit of guards, and is respected by her superiors and subordinates. She gets paid enough to survive, more than enough in fact, and has an honorable position. But she hasn't found that contentment she's always been searching for. She hides behind professionalism and closed-off silence, pouring all of her energy into trying to prove herself as more than the poor girl who managed to luck into a better life. That stony exterior, while earning her respect, has given her a lonely existence. ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════gaia weiss ───────────────── 6'0" · blonde · brown eyes · large facial scar══════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ──────────────────────── my black shroud, holding down my feelings
Yeah, they look great! Sorry, I meant to reply earlier, but it seems like even during summer I can't get a break from school, so yesterday and today have been pretty hectic. And sure, I don't mind starting :) Do we want to start with all the characters, or just a few and then gradually bring in the others?
Makes sense to me! Though actually, before we begin, it would probably make sense to just establish what the relationship is between the characters who know each other already, so we're both on the same page.
Hm, well I think that Francesca and Evander would probably clash at first, since their personalities are pretty opposite, but they could probably actually bond over the shared sense of not looking forward to ruling, so maybe there's hope for them after all haha.And I feel like Genevieve and Thea could be interesting together, too. But what I meant with my original question was that we should work out how characters that already know each other before the start of the rp feel about each other, whether they get along, etc. So, Arlin and Matthias, Evander and Braedon, and maybe Genevieve and Thea (though it wouldn't be unlikely that they wouldn't actually know each other, but had just seen each other around in a vague way).
Yeah, I think that Braedon and Genevieve could definitely work as friends!I'm glad you agree, since I think they'd be pretty cute :) And yeah, I can definitely see what you mean that Evander and Francesca might clash too much. But either way, it'll definitely be interesting to rp. And with Arlin and Matthias, I feel like those options seem likely haha. But we'll have to wait and see, I suppose. So one last thing (unless you had anything else you wanted to discuss?): Evander and Braedon. They would've grown up around each other, and so they would know each other very well at this point. And I'm just not really sure what to think, because I can see a case that they might get along, but I could also see them definitely not getting along, and I'm not sure which makes more sense.
That makes sense, and sounds good!So yeah, I think we're about ready to start. So I'll go ahead and start off with Matthias and also probably Francesca, and then we can bring in the others as it makes sense to?
The sound of wheels rolling over cobblestones as the carriage lurched unevenly down the road provided a sort of background music to Matthias's mind, but with every passing moment he found it harder to concentrate on his own thoughts. The lurching and the clop clop clop of horse hooves seemed to drown out everything else, even the sigh he let slip out without thinking. "For such a wealthy country, they certainly can't seem to spare a coin to repair their roads," he said absently, glancing in the direction of Arlin in the seat across from him. In the hours they had been in this carriage, heading towards the Brelrien capital, Matthias hadn't made much of an effort to break the silence. It was always this way; once he was behind closed doors, away from the hawk-like eyes of attendants and nobles, ambassadors and subjects, his charisma went away, like a winter coat hung up until the next storm. And in these moments, out of sight of prying eyes, he was a different person, content to sit with his thoughts until he had something to say. He turned his gaze back out the window as though not actually expecting a response, and tapped out a rhythm with his fingers on the windowsill. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly. Perhaps the beat to a nursery rhyme from his childhood, the words long forgotten to the haze of memory? He didn't know, but it gave him something to focus on as they rolled further and further into the lion's den.──────────────────────────────────────────────────────Francesca wasn't sure she had ever been more elated in her life. She had spent hours stuck in the carriage as she traveled from Northbarrow to Brelrien, and it had seemed like every moment took a lifetime. Every minute she spent in the carriage was another minute she had to wait before she could see everything. Unfortunately, horses could only go so fast, so she had to content herself to incessantly questioning Callista, her lady-in-waiting. What did she think Evander was like? And what about Brelrien? Was the capital beautiful? And did the cooks there know how to make lemon pie quite like they did back at home? Callista, of course, didn't know the answers to the questions anymore than Francesca did, but the two girls spent hours speculating and giggling together as the carriage bounced towards Brelrien, and towards Francesca's future.But the wait was over, and the carriage finally pulled up in front of the Brelrien palace. Through the window, Francesca could see a crowd of various nobles and dignitaries, assembled for her arrival. If it was just her, she would've just thrown open the carriage door and run out, but protocol existed even for situations like this, so she waited as patiently as she could manage for the carriage driver to circle around and over her a hand to help her out. As an attendant began to announce her to the crowd, reciting her long list of official titles, she stepped out gingerly. The sun was shining right into her eyes, so she had to squint to even get a look at everyone, but even so, she grinned bright enough to almost rival the sunlight.
((That all makes sense, and sounds good to me! Should I go ahead and bring in Thea in my upcoming post, then, or wait a post or two?))
At her comment, Matthias only raised his shoulders slightly. It would've been generous to actually call it a shrug, but it at least did the job of acknowledging Arlin's response.When she spoke again, Matthias took a moment before responding. As he met her gaze again, he flashed a polite half-smile. "Certainly not," he responded. And in a way, it was true. He might have been content to sit in peaceful silence for the remainder of the journey, but if she wanted to talk, so be it. Besides, in his year on the throne he had learned that Arlin was a good second in command, and useful to have around. It was always a good idea to keep people like that on your good side. Other people might have viewed this was of thinking, of looking at people almost as assets, as a bit unemotional or clinical, but Matthias was simply practical."Well, I would like to think that I'm not quite at the point of madness, but perhaps you know better than I do about that." He shrugged again. "But if you must know, I was simply considering the plan for the upcoming weeks." Matthias, honestly, was unhappy with the lack of an airtight, preestablished plan. He understood the reasons for it, of course──they had to wait to see the layout of the castle, to meet in person with sympathizers on the inside, to bribe guards if need be, before they could formalize what would happen──but it made him deeply uncomfortable. It made him feel like he was walking onto a battlefield blindfolded, groping around in the dark for a miracle.──────────────────────────────────────────────────────When she was younger, Francesca would always watch her father at official functions. She watched the way he would quickly grow tired, the way his smile started to strain under the weight of being the center of attention. People would always compare Francesca and her father, saying that they had the same kind of quiet grace and affable way of dealing with people.But in moments like this, Francesca couldn't have been more different from how her father was. She was at the center of attention, all eyes of her as she walked up the short path and through the palace gates, but she didn't feel that sense of weariness or nervousness. She only felt excitement.However, excitement can only propel one forward for so long. As she entered the palace and paused while attendants opened the ornate door to the throne room, the whole situation seemed to suddenly crystallize in her mind, as if she only just now fully realized what was happening. Inside that room was the man she was to marry, the future king of the country hers was to join. The very thought was enough to make one's head spin, and as a brief surge of panic welled up in her, she found herself mindlessly fiddling with the side seam on her dress. As the door started to swing open, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to steel her expression and still her hands. It will be fine, she told herself, and stepped through the door.──────────────────────────────────────────────────────This moment had been weeks in the making. As Thea stood along the wall of the throne room, hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword in case something went wrong, she considered just how much work had been put into this.Being a guard meant being paid to be paranoid. You have to constantly be prepared for the worst, constantly considering all the possible ways a situation could end badly. That only doubles when you're organizing the arrival of foreign royalty and meeting with local royalty. The arrival of the princess had been preceded by weeks of long days for Thea. She had had to coordinate with the Northbarrow guards accompanying the princess, who insisted on remaining with her despite the more than adequate guard already here, change the guard schedules to allow for tighter security, investigate three potential security threats──all false alarms, thankfully──all on top of her normal duties as commander of the guard. Needless to say, Thea was beyond tired, but she knew better than to let it show. Besides, she was used to this. Army training involved long periods of sleeplessness, showing trainees just how far they could actually push themselves. So as she stood there, she stared straight ahead, ignoring the sense of exhaustion that seem to sink into her very bones.
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