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Sep 09, 2017 11:43AM
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What were we gonna do again?
Do you want to do original characters? Preexisting ones? Romance? Friendship? Action? MxM? FxF? MxF?
Romance if thats okay. We could make our own characters that resemble the original ones kinda or just use preexisting.
Original characters with similar traits to the book characters sounds good:-) Do you have a preference for romance? Mxm? FxF? MxF?
I don't care. Up to you. If we do male and female can I be female please?
Yep that's perfect I prefer male:-) So we want to do like MxF romancd with characters similar to the book characters?
Sure :)Can you make your character first :)
Yep:-) I'm headed to bed so I'll make him tommotow
Name: Alec HavilliardPosition: Crown prince of Adarlan *Note Dorian's older brother!*
Age: 24
Appearance: Alec looks incredibly similar to his brother's Dorian and Hollin. He has the same midnight black hair. To be continued...
Personality: TBD
History: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Likes: TBD
Dislikes: TBD
Sorry ! I didn't get very much time to work on my character today! Hopefully I can have them up my tomorrow night! Do you want to start on yours? Doug you want them to meet the same way Dorian and Celeana did? Him freeing her from Endovier to compete in the Kings Challenge?
Name: Magdalena Sardothian (Emeline Ashryver Galathynius)Position: Adarlan's Assassin (the Princess of Terrasen)
Age: 18
Appearance: she has golden blonde hair like her sister but it's longer and the same turquoise eyes with rings of gold shes pale like her sister as well. But she has freckles on her cheeks and she's shorter and a little curvier than Celaena.
Personality: she is much like her sister though a little more . . . explosive. If someone upsets her, they know. She is usually the more quiet sister unless she's upset. She enjoys reading and art and dancing as well as violin.
History: When she was born, her and her twin sister Aelin (who was born a few minutes before her so that's why Aelin would be queen) were born of the same fire that their ancestor Brannon had. She was always the smaller more fragile sister who was always protected by her sister and her cousin, After the murder of their parents, her and Aelin fled and were found by Arobynne Hamel and were shaped to be his killer weapons. Her sister was always considered the unstable one but that was because her sister was the one in the light whereas Emeline always stayed in the shadows, mostly this was to protect her from Arobynne. Her and Aelin were unstoppable until she met Sam and after they tried to leave Arobynne, they were both tortured and killed and when Emeline tried to avenge her sister she was taken to Endovier where she was tortured with countless scars on her back (not just three) too many to count. She always remembers her sister and wishes to claim her role as the new queen of Terrasen to avenge her sister and parents against the king of Adarlan.
Relationship: she's never been in a relationship but she wants to love someone like her sister loved Sam and he loved her.
Likes: reading, violin, chocolate and anything sweet, cats and fire.
Dislikes: the dark, whips, Arobynne Hamel, the royal family of Adarlan.
Name: Alec HavilliardPosition: Crown prince of Adarlan *Note Dorian's older brother!*
Age: 24
Appearance: Alec looks incredibly similar to his brother's Dorian and Hollin. He has the same midnight black hair but instead of blue eyes he has bright emerald eyes. He's medium height. 5'9. He's willowy and lanky.
Personality: Alec is uptight! He's a stickler for rules and law and the order. He's never recovered from what happened to Sage. His icy, stiffness is the only way he can mask the swirling anger inside if him. Hatred and disgust for his father overwhelm him. He filters those emotions into coolness because he knows it's the only way he'll ever fool his father into thinking he trusts him. Alec has sworn off love. It's a weakness. A weakness that got an innocent girl killed. He despise class and hierarchy. He just wanted to be with Sage and her class vs his got her killed.
History: Alec is the oldest of three boys. He's the crown prince and future King of Adarlan which results in his father's harsher treatment of him. Hollin and Dorian were pretty much allowed to do as as they pleased but the weight of a kingdom was rested on Alec's father. His corrupt father worked diligently to shape Alec to be just as corrupt as him. When Alec was seventeen he meant the girl he knew was his soulmate. She was a lowly healer named Sage. They had a beautiful romance. She was kind, sweet, genteel, caring and he loved her more than anything else. They had to keep their relationship a secret because Alec knew his fath would never approve. He had Sage executed in front of Alec while he screamed and pleaded for him to stop. Alec already disliked his father but after that he could hardly look at him. He harbors a hatred that runs deeper than blood for his father. He will get revenge. Alec is a good actor. He pretends to be someone he isn't for his father. He has a strong internal moral compass. The only way he's managed to stay in his and Perrigton's good graces is to act. They have to trust him completely. He pretends to be like them while he plots. Alec's been waiting. He's been waiting for the time when he'll be strong enough to join with the rebels and overthrow his father. His secret search for the lost princess has been going on for years. He knows she isn't dead. He knows she will return Adarlan to its former glory. She'll be the savior of them all. His search for her will only be disrupted by his search for a champion for his father's competition. He knows he must win the competition to maintain his father's good graces. There only one palace Alec knows he'll find his Champion. The mines of Endovier.
Relationships: never again.
Likes: Rules, order, law, books
Dislikes: Class, his father, death, love, weakness
((Ok so he's really bad because I made him in like ten minutes but I can clean the sheet up later. We can start!))
((Are you kidding I love it! I love him! He could be looking for Aelin but she's dead so the next best thing is Emeline!)
((Awww thank you! Where do you want to start?))
((I'm headed to bed but if you post I'll reply tomorrow. I can have Alec on his way to retrieve her at Endovier:D))
((Okay!! I super excited for this rp :D))
((Sure:D))Alec sat atop his midnight black mare, Bella as he cantered across the rocky terrain he'd been traveling for weeks. His legs were raw, his back was stiff, and his headache was a pounding one. It been a grueling few weeks of travel but he knew it'd all be worth it in the end. He would find her. Adarlan's Assassin and then she'd win, he was sure of it. With her win his father's trust would be locked completely in place not to mention the deadly killer he'd sway to his side if possible. Then he could finally put his plan into action. He would avenge his lover and cut off his father's corrupt rule. The only thing missing? The lost princess.
Magdalena Sardothian stood in the shallow tunnel of the Endovier Salt Mines, her arms sore and thin from the lack of food, nutrition and her poor living conditions. The overseers looked at Maggie with something shining in their eyes. Was it fear? Was it lust? She didn't care. She'd slit their throats and smash their head in if she wanted to. And they knew how dangerous she can be, which is why she was to wear more of the iron chains around her wrist, elbows and ankles.
Alec had finally arrived to the Endovier Salt Mines. In front of him Chaol Westfall, the captain of the guard and his brothers closest friend, spoke to the overseer manning the great iron gates. Alec had wanted to go alone but his father had insisted he bring Chaol and several palace guards along. Alec didn't mind Chaol. They were like minded. It never ceased to surprise him that someone like Chaol could be friends with someone like his brother. The overseer nodded to Chaol and the gates opened. Alec would be going in alone.
The nameless overseer grabbed Maggie by the back of her neck, her long, choppy hair, she snarls at the man touching her. The overseer brings his face close to hers and grins with his yellow holy teeth on show. "I'm going to miss you sweetie." he says as his gaze dips lower. She smiles sweetly before snapping her head forward so it his his nose. He swears and grabs his bleeding nose and she lunges at him, wrapping her chains around his neck, him almost overpowering her but she rams him into the wall, his skull bleeding and cracked as he falls to the ground.
Magdalena didn't know that Alec had entered the mines. He was standing concealed from her vision watching. He'd seen the way the overseer had treated her, the way he'd looked at her, and now he was watching the way she cracked his skull as if it were merely a twig to snap. He deserved it to. Alec stepped out from where he'd been lingering. "Impressive." He admitted blandly gesturing to the fallen body. He didn't say anything while he waited for her response. He knew she wouldn't make a run for it. He'd done his research. He knew she'd only ever tried to escape once and the path of death she'd left behind her was insane. He knew she could escape if she wanted to. He could see it. She didn't want to. She had no purpose, nothing to live for. He'd give her one.
She freezes and tenses up, not looking behind her because she knew the coldness of the strangers voice. Her arms aching from where the chains now cut into her arms, wells of blood dripping past the metal. She finally turns to face him, her hair sticking to her face due to the sweat of killing the overseer. "Great. What do you want Princling?" she asks with venom at the Crown Prince of Ardalan standing in front of her. The cleanness of the prince contrasting with the filth of the salt mines.
"I want to give you a gift." He replied vaguely folding his hands delicately on his stomach. He Riley Shia head ever so slightly and studied her. "Is that something that would interest you miss..." he trailed off allowing for her to fill in what she wished for him to call her. He remained in the same place. He knew she would not turn down what he was offering but it also did not escape his mind quite possibly the deadliest person on the continent now stood in front of him. He had no weapons with him save for the gaudy decoration sword strapped to his waist. That was merely a status symbol, useless in a fight.
She lets her eyes rake up and down the Princes body, and puts her arms closer together. "Magdalena. And you're Alec, the crown prince of Adarlan. The kings favourite son and lapdog." She says and smirks. "What's your offer Princeling?" She asks and leans against the dirty wall of the mine and snickers at the princes sword. Like that would do a lot of damage in a fight. He probably doesn't even know how to use a sword. Useless Royal pain in my ass.
He let her taunts slip right off his back. Instead he smiled a small, even smile at her like he knew something she didn't. Soon they would all see what the "king's lapdog" was capable of. Although she feigned indifferent nonchalance he could see she was interested by whatever he had to offer. "An opportunity." He finally settled on firmly. "A chance to win your freedom and clear your name." He added the final section of the offer that would be irresistible to her.
Her ears basically perked up when he said the word freedom . "What do you mean freedom?" she asks, trying desperately to keep and trace of hope out of her voice. She knew all to well what hope could do; give you false expectations of the future and get innocent people killed. That's what hope could do. "Why me? I'm sure there are other people in Rithford who'd be good at this . . . so why come all the way to Endovier?"
This could be a test for all she knew, a way to get her executed.
"Exactly as it sounds. You will be free to do as you please if you comply with my wishes." He explained, allowing the smallest hint of a smile to creep onto his face. He'd become skilled at twisting his smiles into cruel, dark little things that pleased his father. However something's just couldn't be faked and if you looked closely you could catch the thrush to his personality stirring. When she asked why here he evens out his smile. "Because I know you'll win." He replied simply still not exactly telling her what it is she'd been required to do.
"Oh, my winning is not in question. There's only one person who could beat me. But she . . . gone." she says and shakes her head to clear the images of her sisters mangled corpse. "What 'wishes' will I have to follow?" she asks and moves closer to the prince, surprised that there weren't any guards around. "What do I have to do if I win?"
"All you'd really have to do is prove your loyalty. The King of Adarlan's looking for a champion. Someone he can rely on to take care of any....disputes." He gave her a small knowing smile. She knew what kind of "disputes" he was referring to. She'd have to do what she was best at, kill. "He's hosting a competition. Every royal he deems worthy in his court must contribute a competitor to the challenge. Whoever wins will become his champion for six weeks. If you win and you serve faithfully for six year he'll grant you your freedom." Alec finished explaining. He allowed his gaze to longer for a moment. He hoped he was able to communicate that "faith" and "loyalty" did not have to be genuine. If he could fake it and remain as close to the King as he was she could.
Her eyebrow rose, she was good at reading people . . . extremely good. But there was something off about this prince, something that made her second guess him. "Not six years. Forget that. Two years. I'll serve the king" she shudders at the statement. "For only two years." she negotiates, she'd never serve the man who ruined her life for six years - that was too long to be out of control of her life. "There's no doubt I'll win, obviously. So if it grants my freedom from these shackles, I agree." she says with her chin up high, not wavering from Alec's gaze like many others would.
"You're in no position to be making wagers Miss Sardothien." Alec replied lightly. He figured she'd be surprised he'd used her last lame She hadn't given it to him. Asking her about her name had all been for show. He'd done his research on Adralan's Assassin. He wouldn't have come all this way without knowing what exactly he was getting himself into. It was incredibly challenging to get any information on someone who's identity was so hidden. A steh Kings son he did have his sources and had managed to get her name, age,and appearance. All very rare pieces of information. Of course he had no idea who she exactly was. He had no idea this girl he'd chosen to get his father off his back so he could search for the princess WAS the princess. "Five." He finally said. "If you serve for five years you'll be free." He wagered knowing his father would skin him for lowering the time.
She smirks, enjoying this, 'At least he isn't a pushover. This could be fun...' "Four years and you have a deal. That would make me twenty-two when I get out. That's a good number, I'll give that king four years of my life and no more." She says, still flexing her hands and wrists underneath the shackles. Life without them seems like a dream. "Do we have a deal Princeling?" she asks, feigning innocence. There was another reason she felt like she had to get out . . . she had to find where her sister was buried . . . she needed to know where Celaena's final resting spot was and if she was with Sam. She needed to know she wasn't just left under some bridge for the birds to eat, or just thrown in a mass grave without any identification of who rests there eternally. She wanted this more than her own freedom. If she believed in the afterlife, she'd hope Celaena was up there smiling at her, proud of her for raising hell in the salt mines. She also wanted to figure this prince out . . . something was off in him, whether it was his smile that didn't quite reach his eyes no matter how hard he tried. his tone of voice when speaking of the king, or something deep in his green eyes. She needed to figure it out as well.
Alec tilted his head accessing the girl in front of him. He had to admire her stubborn persistence. She had so much to lose here yet she refused to submit her control. "Four." He finally agreed on stupidly. His father would not be happy to learn he'd negotiated the time sentence. "I believe we have a deal than Miss Sardothien." He agreed with a dark smile twisting his lovely features. He stepped forward, extending his perfectly manicured hand for her to shake.
She felt his soft hand against her grimy hand which was hardened with callouses from all her hard work and training. She could tell by his hands that he's never done a slither of work like she has. Never had to destroy her left hand because she couldn't do anything as well with her right, Never been tortured like her, but the look in his eyes gave her a vibe about the man. Maybe, just maybe . . . she could be free . . . be happy. But it seemed like too much of a stretch.
When their hands connected he rested his eyes on her own. He could see the golden rings that circled the blue irises. There was a look in his eyes that conveyed to her that he could be trusted. There was so much more to him than what one would see from a firsts glance. "Lets go then" he gestured for her to follow him towards the exit to the mines. Every guard they passed he addressed with a look of authority so definite no one dared challenge them. He would have to restrain her hands before they left the mines. He wasn't stupid enough to think she wouldn't kill every single one of them of she saw an opportunity for freedom.
She rolled her shoulders back, her breathing getting a little more erratic than she's used to, she was so close. So close to feeling the sun on her skin and the breeze on her face. So close to freedom. She didn't expect to have her hands freed on the trek to Rithford. She isn't an idiot and neither seems the Prince if he was wise enough to not let her go just yet. Her eyes were squinting in the brightness of the outside world, her eyes used to the harsh darkness that was the Endovier Salt Mines.
Sunlight had begun to spill into the space surrounding them which allowed Alec to determine they were nearing the exit of the mine. They took several more steps until Chaol and Ren came into view. He nodded at the two and jerked his head in Magdalena's direction. Followed by two guards with significantly lower statuses Chaol and Ren approached the assassin. "They'll escort you back to the castle." Alec explained briefly offering her a look that suggested the consequences would be severe if she decided to protest. "You'll obviously be restrained." He added before breezing past the gathered individuals to leave the mines. Before he disappeared completely from view he paused. "And don't even think about trying to escape. The entrance is manned by about thirty of Endovier's finest guards." He added before leaving with a flourish of his royal blue cloak.((Omg I'm so sorry!! My notification must not have went off!))
(((Haha its fine. I just really love this rp)))She watched as he walks out and looks back to Chaol, the captain of the guard. She smirks realising how close she'll be to him on the venture back to Rithford and gives him a devilish smile. She knew what shed be doing on the trip home . . . annoying the hell out of the guard.
((Omg I'm sorry! Do you want to roleplay the ride back to the castle or should we skip to them arriving?))
