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Joker's Girl (("In my whole life, I didn't know if I even really existed. But I do. And people are starting to notice."))- Joaquin Phoenix Joker
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Name: Lillian Marie TrishGender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Neutral
Rank: Store clerk ((Wasn't really sure about this one.))
Appearance:
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Appearance description: Brown hair, blue eye, 5'2"
Personality: Bubbly, outgoing, somewhat shy
Relationship status: Taken
Age:20
History: She was always somewhat popular. She had a lot of friends growing up, but when her mother died, her and her father had to move to a different state so he could find work. She ended up losing most of her friends to this. Things were tough for her for about 4 years before things started taking a turn for the best. His father ended up remarrying a very nice woman with two children. A boy and a girl. They were both older than her, but not by much. Lillian's step siblings were mostly her only friends until she transferred schools again. The third time since she had moved. There, at this new school, she met up with a lot of new and exciting people. Including this one kid named Jerome Wilcox. He was a handsome and sweet person. Things got heated between the two and they ended up dating. Now she and him are happy together.
Family: Father, Step-mother, step-siblings
Other: She does like to keep to herself once and a while. But there are times where she likes to get out.
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You're free to roleplay with her! Also, the store clerk thing could possibly be her working at a shop? You could request a small shop for her to work at if you'd like.
Name- Zoe CarthyAge- 32
Gender- female
Sexuality- Pansexual
Side- neutral
Occupancy- master healer
Appearance- https://s7.favim.com/orig/150313/beau...
Personality- Zoe is a kindhearted women. She has a calm nature, and rarely gets mad. One thing she does get mad about however, is the false king. She doesn’t like him or his ways, but stays silent because she doesn’t want to be tried with treason.
History- Zoe was raised under the rule of the previous king, and loved what he did. Both her parents raised her. Her father was a carpenter, and her mother was the heart who taught Zoe the ways of healing. Her father traveled after her mother died a few years before the false king took power.
~--\\Basic Info\\--~
{Full Name}:Kesreles Goviard
{Nickname}:K, Kes
{Name Origins}:Kesre meaning spirit, Goviard meaning defender
{Age}:24
{Alignment}:Chaotic Nuetral
{Gender}:Female
{Side}:False King
{Occupation}:General
~--\\Appearance\\--~
https://goo.gl/images/WAunby
{Face Claim}:Celaena Sardothien
{Hair}:Ash Blonde
{Skin Tone}:Warm Ivory
{Eyes}:Dark turqoise
{Height}:5'8
{Weight}:140
{Other Distinguishing Features/Important Info}:Blue tatoo on her right arm
~--\\Description\\--~
{History}:Kesreles remembers the old King. She associates him with her family being whole. It was her, her mother, father, and younger twin brothers. Her mother worked in a nearby marketplace, selling intricite cloths and fabrics. Her father was a soldier in the place, one who was most often posted by the King. Kesreles's father, Abrann, took great pride in this, as their family did not have as much as most. Kesreles wanted to be as great as her father desperetely, as he was nothing less than a hero to her. When she was old enough, she began training to be a soldier, much to her mother's shock and her father's delight. Kastil, her mother, was incredibly worried about her oldest child, but she wanted for her what made her happy so in the end, she accepted the fact. After her first day of training, Kesreles decided she was going to work harder and do better than everyone else. So she worked. While everyone else was playing cards or chatting away, she was training. She got up early just to have more time in the morning to train. After doing this for awhile, the work was finally paying off, as she pulled ahead of the pack. She had no one in front of her. No one, except for Isobel Hallord. Isobel with her long brown hair, Isobel with her bright green eyes, Isobel who was a far better fighter and leader than anyone else, Isobel who Kesreles was despretely in love with. They began to train together, as nobody else could keep up with either of them. As they spent more and more time together, Kesreles fell more and more in love with her. As the spent more time together, Isobel realized that she loved Kesreles back, and before long they were a couple. About a month before they were to graduate and become official soldiers, a terrible sickness spread throughout the barracks. It didn't have aan official name, but people called it the Death's hands plague. Kesreles and Isobel both got it, and the all of the barracks were put on quarentine and graduation was postponed. They were sick for months, and Kesreles was devestated to hear that her brothers had succumbed to the sickness, but even more so when she heard that they had died from it, as had her mother. As she started to show signs of getting better, Isobel got worse. Fading in and out of conciousness from day to day, the doctors said she would have at least a week. They were wrong. She had four days. Most of the epidemic had died down when Isobel died. Kesreles's heart had been cracked open and stomped on. As much as she didn't want to, the people around her kept her moving foreward. But still to this day, she's never taken off Isobel's black leather anklet. Graduation came around, and at the top of her class, Kesreles became a soldier. Abrann couldn't make it, but Isobel's whole family came. Abrann was incredibly proud of her, and she was of herself. Fast forward eight months, and Kesreles has worked her way through the ranks to General. One month later, and the old King is gone, as is her father, who was is the regiment guarding him that night. Then, she was truely alone. As the years have gone by, she's recovered, and the old Kesreles is back, and stronger than ever. But some scars never heal, and some memories never fade.
{Personality}:Kesreles is a natural leader, someting she takes great pride in doing, tending to initiate things. She is headstrong but tends to come off as fearless, as she is the first to leap into battle or explore a dangerous territory. She also will tend to follow something on whim, but not if it will hurt someone else. She knows her place and doesn't do anything rash, but she resents being restricted and sometimes challenges authority if she deems nececary. She has a strong desire to do good, even if she can be impulsive. Yet she tends to radiate sheer force. Force of competiveness, force of bravery, and force of strength. She has a drive to suceed, and an even stronger one to serve the crown, no matter who sits upon the throne. However, she tends to be a bit hot-headed and once riled up, she can get pretty agressive. Despite all of this, she has a lot of enthusiasm for most things in life, and strives to protects everyone around her, so if I were you, I wouldn't get inbetween her and someone she loves.
~--\\Favorites\\--~
{Food}:Chocolate
{Color}:Blue
{Instrument}:Violin
{Animal}:Wolf
{Flower}:Bellflowers
{Day of the Week}:Thursday
~--\\Other Info\\--~
{Birthday}:March 30th
{Zodiac}:Aires
{Pets}:Wolfdog named Whisper, https://goo.gl/images/ZQqiPw
{Likes}:
-Chocolate
-Swords
-Stars
{Dislikes}:
-Rebels
-Lies
-People who cheat the system
{Fears}:
-Someone she loves dying
-She has Trypanophobia
{Strengths}:
-Master of all weaponry
-Connecting with animals
-Leading others
{Weaknesses}:
-People she's attracted to
-Headstrong and impulsive
-Hot-headed
{Sexuality and Status}:
Pansexual, single *cough cough*
{Family}:
Father-Abrann Goviard-Dead
Mother-Kastil Goviard-Dead
Twin brothers-Ayden and Ririan Goviard-Dead
{Affiliations}:
Currently:False King, Xandra's defenders
Previously:Old King
{Theme Song}:Monster by Imagine Dragons
~--\\Quote(s)\\--~
"I like the light for it shows me the way, yet I love the darkness for it shows me the stars"
“I wasn't going to kill him, you buffoon.”
“We each survive in our own way.”
“I am loyal to the crown before anything else, myself being a close second”
~Yuki's Template, Please don't use without Permission! If you wish to use this template, don't be afraid to PM me for Permission. I'm not all that mean, so I won't bite you or anything.
Yes, I do have permission from Yuki to use her Template. XD Thanks again!
{Full Name}:Kesreles Goviard
{Nickname}:K, Kes
{Name Origins}:Kesre meaning spirit, Goviard meaning defender
{Age}:24
{Alignment}:Chaotic Nuetral
{Gender}:Female
{Side}:False King
{Occupation}:General
~--\\Appearance\\--~
https://goo.gl/images/WAunby
{Face Claim}:Celaena Sardothien
{Hair}:Ash Blonde
{Skin Tone}:Warm Ivory
{Eyes}:Dark turqoise
{Height}:5'8
{Weight}:140
{Other Distinguishing Features/Important Info}:Blue tatoo on her right arm
~--\\Description\\--~
{History}:Kesreles remembers the old King. She associates him with her family being whole. It was her, her mother, father, and younger twin brothers. Her mother worked in a nearby marketplace, selling intricite cloths and fabrics. Her father was a soldier in the place, one who was most often posted by the King. Kesreles's father, Abrann, took great pride in this, as their family did not have as much as most. Kesreles wanted to be as great as her father desperetely, as he was nothing less than a hero to her. When she was old enough, she began training to be a soldier, much to her mother's shock and her father's delight. Kastil, her mother, was incredibly worried about her oldest child, but she wanted for her what made her happy so in the end, she accepted the fact. After her first day of training, Kesreles decided she was going to work harder and do better than everyone else. So she worked. While everyone else was playing cards or chatting away, she was training. She got up early just to have more time in the morning to train. After doing this for awhile, the work was finally paying off, as she pulled ahead of the pack. She had no one in front of her. No one, except for Isobel Hallord. Isobel with her long brown hair, Isobel with her bright green eyes, Isobel who was a far better fighter and leader than anyone else, Isobel who Kesreles was despretely in love with. They began to train together, as nobody else could keep up with either of them. As they spent more and more time together, Kesreles fell more and more in love with her. As the spent more time together, Isobel realized that she loved Kesreles back, and before long they were a couple. About a month before they were to graduate and become official soldiers, a terrible sickness spread throughout the barracks. It didn't have aan official name, but people called it the Death's hands plague. Kesreles and Isobel both got it, and the all of the barracks were put on quarentine and graduation was postponed. They were sick for months, and Kesreles was devestated to hear that her brothers had succumbed to the sickness, but even more so when she heard that they had died from it, as had her mother. As she started to show signs of getting better, Isobel got worse. Fading in and out of conciousness from day to day, the doctors said she would have at least a week. They were wrong. She had four days. Most of the epidemic had died down when Isobel died. Kesreles's heart had been cracked open and stomped on. As much as she didn't want to, the people around her kept her moving foreward. But still to this day, she's never taken off Isobel's black leather anklet. Graduation came around, and at the top of her class, Kesreles became a soldier. Abrann couldn't make it, but Isobel's whole family came. Abrann was incredibly proud of her, and she was of herself. Fast forward eight months, and Kesreles has worked her way through the ranks to General. One month later, and the old King is gone, as is her father, who was is the regiment guarding him that night. Then, she was truely alone. As the years have gone by, she's recovered, and the old Kesreles is back, and stronger than ever. But some scars never heal, and some memories never fade.
{Personality}:Kesreles is a natural leader, someting she takes great pride in doing, tending to initiate things. She is headstrong but tends to come off as fearless, as she is the first to leap into battle or explore a dangerous territory. She also will tend to follow something on whim, but not if it will hurt someone else. She knows her place and doesn't do anything rash, but she resents being restricted and sometimes challenges authority if she deems nececary. She has a strong desire to do good, even if she can be impulsive. Yet she tends to radiate sheer force. Force of competiveness, force of bravery, and force of strength. She has a drive to suceed, and an even stronger one to serve the crown, no matter who sits upon the throne. However, she tends to be a bit hot-headed and once riled up, she can get pretty agressive. Despite all of this, she has a lot of enthusiasm for most things in life, and strives to protects everyone around her, so if I were you, I wouldn't get inbetween her and someone she loves.
~--\\Favorites\\--~
{Food}:Chocolate
{Color}:Blue
{Instrument}:Violin
{Animal}:Wolf
{Flower}:Bellflowers
{Day of the Week}:Thursday
~--\\Other Info\\--~
{Birthday}:March 30th
{Zodiac}:Aires
{Pets}:Wolfdog named Whisper, https://goo.gl/images/ZQqiPw
{Likes}:
-Chocolate
-Swords
-Stars
{Dislikes}:
-Rebels
-Lies
-People who cheat the system
{Fears}:
-Someone she loves dying
-She has Trypanophobia
{Strengths}:
-Master of all weaponry
-Connecting with animals
-Leading others
{Weaknesses}:
-People she's attracted to
-Headstrong and impulsive
-Hot-headed
{Sexuality and Status}:
Pansexual, single *cough cough*
{Family}:
Father-Abrann Goviard-Dead
Mother-Kastil Goviard-Dead
Twin brothers-Ayden and Ririan Goviard-Dead
{Affiliations}:
Currently:False King, Xandra's defenders
Previously:Old King
{Theme Song}:Monster by Imagine Dragons
~--\\Quote(s)\\--~
"I like the light for it shows me the way, yet I love the darkness for it shows me the stars"
“I wasn't going to kill him, you buffoon.”
“We each survive in our own way.”
“I am loyal to the crown before anything else, myself being a close second”
~Yuki's Template, Please don't use without Permission! If you wish to use this template, don't be afraid to PM me for Permission. I'm not all that mean, so I won't bite you or anything.
Yes, I do have permission from Yuki to use her Template. XD Thanks again!
{Full Name}: Yukino Kiera Cadwell
{Nickname}: Yuki, Yui, Snow
{Name Origins}: Yukino means "To Be Like Snow"
{Age}: 16
{Alignment}: Chaotic Neutral
{Side}: Rebel
{Occupation} Spy
{Gender}: Female
~--\\Appearance\\--~
~Insert Image!~
{Face Claim} N/A
{Hair}: Brown
{Skin Tone}: Porcelain
{Eyes}: Brown
{Height}: 5'2"
{Weight}: 102 lbs
{Body Frame}: Slender (Curvy)
{Other Distinguishing Features/Important Info}:
~--\\Description\\--~
{History}:
~Yuki grew up in an orphanage. Not knowing her parents were tough and she often questioned who she was. When speaking to certain people, she would often put on her best act. At the time, this was only a mechanism for her to not let anyone too close to her. However, eventually she found herself loving to act. The orphanage was rather poor and sad, until the day the king came visit. The previous king was a kind, generous man. All the children in the orphanage seemed to love him. Yuki didn't really talked to him, but she did admire him. He gave the orphanage some money to properly take care of the children. He would always come visit when he could and eventually, everyone was looking toward his visit. Even Yuki, whom the king managed to talk to and encourage her to be an actor. However, after a few years, the previous king disappeared. And a False King rose to the throne. Yuki started to notice the kingdom's suffering as weeks past by, and she decided not to trust this king. He was simply not the rightful throne in her eyes. Eventually, she found herself becoming a spy for the rebels. She may not have been an actor, but a spy was as close as she was going at the time. Being rather young, people underestimate her abilities.
{Personality}:
~Yuki is actually very good at acting. She usually puts up acts around people, generally going for the sweet and innocent act. However, whenever she doesn't have an act up, she's rather quiet and reserved as to not reveal her secrets. When around others, she's sweet and kind, however, many think this is just an act. It's rather hard to distinguish between her true self or just another part she plays. She'll play whatever part that the rebels wish her to play, even if it were to place her in a dangerous place such as the very castle the false king lives.
~--\\Favorites\\--~
{Food}: Cake
{Color}: Blue
{Instrument}: Piano
{Animal}: Cat
{Flower}: Anemone
{Day of the Week}: Monday
~--\\Other Info\\--~
{Family Tree}:
Rose (Mother), Max (Father), Austin (Younger Brother), Liam (Youngest Brother), Annabelle (Abuela), Jax (Abuelo)
{Birthday}: October 13th
{Zodiac}: Scorpio
{Pets}: A small Black Cat
{Likes}:
~Cute things, Animals, Nature, Sweet things, folktales.
{Dislikes}:
~Jerks, Murder, The False King
{Fears}:
~The Dark
{Weaknesses}:
~Obviously Fatal Wounds
{Sexuality and Status}:
~Single, Bisexual
{Hobbies}: Stargazing, Reading, Baking, Training with the sword, Target Practice
~--\\Quote(s)\\--~
"Life is too short to deal with other people's insecurity."
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"You wanna know the real me? I'm an Actor, that is who I am. If you wanna know which one is me, then I'm afraid you'll have to search for that person yourself."
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"Acting is the ability to dream on cue."
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"A good spy is to know, not to be known."
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~Yuki's Template, Please don't use without Permission! If you wish to use this template, don't be afraid to PM me for Permission. I'm not all that mean, so I won't bite you or anything.~
Mod
I’ll add them to the character list as soon as I get my hands on a computer! :)
Name- Jasmine ZandraNickname- Jess
Age- 17
Gender- female
Sexuality- homosexual
Side- False King
Occupancy- princess
Appearance (in castle) http://hbimg.b0.upaiyun.com/1d25de8f5...
Appearance (sneaking around) https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4a/aa/...
Personality- Jasmine puts up a tough girl act, but in reality, she just wants some love. She loves her father, but she wants to be able to do what she wants. She likes life as a princess, but she knows she can never find someone she truly loves inside the castle. That is why she is always sneaking out.
History- Lotor is constantly trying to bring Jess suitors, but she doesn’t like men. She doesn’t have the heart to tell him, so there are always more suitors for her.
Likes- roses, the color blue, birds
Dislikes- Men
{Full Name}: Kaito Zandra
{Nickname}: Kai
{Name Origins}: From Japanese 海 (kai) meaning "sea, ocean" combined with 斗 (to), which refers to a Chinese constellation, or 翔 (to) meaning "soar, fly".
{Age}: 13
{Alignment}: Chaotic Neutral
{Occupation} Young Prince
{Side}: He doesn't necessarily have a side, however many believe he is on the side of the False King.
{Gender}: Male
~--\\Appearance\\--~
~Insert Image!~
{Face Claim} N/A
{Hair}: White
{Skin Tone}: Pale
{Eyes}: Red
{Height}: 4'8"
{Weight}: 95 lbs
{Body Frame}: Slender, small
{Other Distinguishing Features/Important Info}:
~--\\Description\\--~
{History}:
~Kaito grew up as a rather quiet and reserved kid. He was a rather obedient kid who did whatever he was told, no matter what it was. He was cold to everyone around him, never making friends, and never ever letting people get to close to him. Why though? Well, there is no actual answer. He's just always been like that. He always seemed rather comprehensive as well. Having never really made a real friend, he's actually grown rather anti social, his only friend being his stuffed bunny he got from his old teacher. When his father took over the throne, unlike how many kids his age would feel like being in this sudden position, Kaito didn't really care for it all that much. In his eyes, it only brought more attention to him, even though he wanted a quiet life with as minimal contact with humans. However, when he became prince, he decided it would be best to put on an act for the public. He pretended to be this bubbly, happy, and energetic kid that was kind to everyone.
{Personality}:
~Kaito is seemingly emotionless. He hardly shows his true nature and is very hard to crack. He always does exactly as he is told, whether it's murdering someone or hiding a theft. It doesn't matter who the person is, he's likely to listen to them. Right now, that person is his father. In public, Kaito acts like this energetic, kind, and sweet prince, like most expect from the youngest Prince. However, behind the scenes, he's actually cold to most. Once someone gets past his walls, they will find a confused and lost boy. He's actually very sweet, and often messes up. When he's flustered, he's actually very clumsy.
~--\\Favorites\\--~
{Food}: Anything Sweet
{Color}: Red
{Instrument}: Harp
{Animal}: Bat
{Flower}: Freesia
{Day of the Week}: Saturday
~--\\Other Info\\--~
{Family Tree}:
Lotor Sea Zandra (Father), Jasmine Zandra (Older Sister), TBA (Older Brother), Syannis Zandra (Eldest Brother), Wern Zandra(Younger Sister)
{Birthday}: January 20th
{Zodiac}:Aquarius
{Pets}: N/A
{Likes}:
~Sweets, Mind Games, Mr. Kibbles
{Dislikes}:
~Not much of anything. There's not many things he necessary 'hates' or 'likes.' But, he does hate pure arrogance.
{Fears}:
~Being stuck in a small, dark room.
-Getting too close
{Weaknesses}:
~Fatal wounds {Duh}
{Sexuality and Status}:
~Single, Pansexual
{Hobbies}: Playing Mind Games
~--\\Quote(s)\\--~
"It's so strange... Autumn is so beautiful, yet, everything is dying."
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"Damaged people are dangerous.... They know how to make hell home."
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"A place where only nightmares and dark entities can stay long, a place of fear, also known as The Land of Phantoms. It's one of my favorite fairytales.."
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"Have you ever felt more comfortable and safe in the darkness rather than the light?"
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"It is the darkest nights that the stars shine the brightest."
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~Yuki's Template, Please don't use without Permission! If you wish to use this template, don't be afraid to PM me for Permission. I'm not all that mean, so I won't bite you or anything.~
Name: Syannis Simon ZandraAge: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Neutral
Rank/Occupancy: Prince. A very independent, slightly rebellious prince but a heir to the throne nonetheless
Appearance: I’m not a fan of finding pictures for my people being I can never find a picture that is exactly right with how I imagine by children. However for you guys I shall finds pics closeish what I see then explain in more detail what they look like. So this is the closest I can find. ((love my will turner boy <3))
https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/k...
Hair/eyes:
Syannis is quite pedantic on how he looks, loving to look like the prince he is. However… Syannis doesn’t stick to the usual rule book of looks. He’s the prince, he can do whatever the heck he likes. Beside he hates stereotypes and quite likes breaking them, quite likes being different. That’s his more rebellious side coming out. Syannis has grown his hair out having it is fall at about shoulder length. Even though it’s long he does keep it tidy, often keeping it out the way and well kept. Though it’s often down being it finds it to annoy when it’s tied up. Plus he thinks it looks better even if it does get in his eyes. As for his eyes they are an stunning electric blue. Though his left eyes has a splash of hazel brown cutting through it making it rather obvious he is the prince. Now Syannis isn’t afraid to stare daggers at someone his eyes going surprisingly cold when annoyed or told what to do. However most people notice they are soft, reflecting genuine care for others, especially that of his brothers and sister. They often are eyes of a gentleman, one that cares and will become a great king one day. However to some the electric blue is sometimes a door people can’t see past. They see their care and the loyalty but no one really knows what happens behind them, what they could be planning. Only some can pick up on all the things that go on inside his head. Years of acting and playing the of good little boy taught him that trick. They can tell when he thinking of something, tell when he’s annoyed, or in a good mood. Which in some cases is help for them. Being Syannis likes planning things, likes letting people know hes the one in charge even if he ain't. He isn’t a fan of taking orders from other and told where to put himself. In his mind he’s in charge because he’s in charge of his actions and people can't stop him.
Clothing/body
Keeping with this princely looks Syanniss’ skin tones can be described as tanned honey. It’s not pale but is darker then the normal tan. It’s both because of the sun and a natural tan through genetics. Therefore Syannis doesn't burn, it seems to take a lot to make him go red, in fact he seems to have no repercussions from the sun other than a light dusting of freckles up his arm and across his cheeks. Syannis can also be described as a bean poll, tall and lean but quite muscular thanks to his extreme stubbornness. He’s also of about normal height, if not a smidgen taller, for people his age and will likely not get any taller. But his natural slimness give the illusion that he is taller. To go with that Syannis has two different things he wears. When out and about, or wanting to go unrecognised he sticks to mostly dark comfortable stuff as to not draw attention but allow him to move around and slip through the cracks. When prancing around as a prince Syannis goes all out with what he wears. With his red velvet capes, golden embroidery, the pure ivory and the soft silk fabrics. The only thing, other than his hair, that is not extremely princely of Syannis is he has a small collection of jewelry that seems to be mostly gold things. A few rings with various engravings, necklaces with delicate pendants and carefully crafted bracelets along with earrings, cause yes Levi has his ear pierced. In fact he has them pierced the whole way up. He sees it as a rebellion almost. His father highly disapproved of males getting their ears pierced so of course Syannis went and did it. Also because it made him different, it made him less normal which was exactly what he wanted even if he made him more noticeable or memorable. Syannis also has a deeper meaning behind his jewels, most of the bling he has once belonged to his mother or are little golden delicate things being that was his mum’s favorite type of jewelry.
Other
accentSyannis has a weird accent that no one really knows where he got it from. No one really knows what it is, some even saying it’s just a weird thing like a lisp or some vocal cord malfunction. It’s hard to explain what exactly he sounds like but most can agree it sounds kinda cute.
((Imagine a soft British accent and you basically have Syanniss’ accent.))
WoundsNow Syannis, despite being a prince has accumulated many scars over the years. Most of the time you can’t see any of them or if you can they are only little blemishes on his skin. Syannis doesn't care about them. They are battle wounds of battles he long since won, and honestly doesn't even know most of them exist. But Syannis does have one he’s more than aware about. It’s a large mark going diagonally down his left thigh to his knee. Which, despite how he hides it, gave him a permanent limp. It’s one asset of his he tries to hide not wanting the questions of how he got it, a time in which he doesn't want to remember. He deals with it still running and being just as active as everyone else, stilling putting up the act of a perfect prince. Not many people noticed but despite how active he is after a day of moving with little to no breaks Syannis limp becomes more prominent and is often forced to rest or risk making his limp worse. It’s a weakness and Syannis despises it.
His eyes Now his eyes are a electric blue but in his left eye he has a splash of hazel brown cutting diagonally through the blue. Marking him as the oldest prince and heir to the throne which makes it extremely hard for him to go around town unnoticed.
InstrumentsAlong with everything else he can Syannis his surprisingly musical, knowing a variety of instruments but often playing them alone when no one else can hear, his music is the one thing he keeps to himself, he needs one thing no one knows about. He often sticks to pianos and violins but he can use guitars and some others if he really wants.
Personality:
For the more part Syannis is quite a gentleman, living up to the many hours of training he had on how to be a gentleman. Perfecting his bows and learning how to talk to ladies and those higher up. It can be said sometimes he goes a little over the top when he’s in the mood. Potentially being a slight flirt but those cases he always has good semi intentions. As seen he rather likes the attention that comes with being a prince. Bathing in it a owning the spotlight, making a good image of himself and putting up a great act of being on his father's side. However Syannis isn’t always a power loving freak. In fact he quite easily goes back to calm cool and collected when he wants. He does often know full well when to tone down his hyperness. However he often ignores it, no one can tell him what to do. But he does tone it down, especially around the more quiet of his brothers. He knows how to deal with his siblings and often stands up for them or comes up with cheeky little lies to help them in situations when they need it, even if they don’t notice or if the lie gets him in trouble. He is the kings right hand man, they wont hurt him to bad where's who knows what would happen to his siblings. He often writes his siblings into his actions and see what is the best out come for them before doing something large. And if said this he does has negative consequences on them he tries to fix it not wanting to see them especially when it’s his fault.
However as said Syannis acts loyal but inside, he’s not. Being the oldest of the brothers and even one of the oldest out of all his siblings he knows everything that happens within the castle. He knows his fathers plans, knows what he is thinking and he knows that things are crumbling under his command. Most of all he knows it needs to stop. Now being the oldest male, and heir to the throne, Syannis knows he needs to end his father's reign. Now Syannis isn’t obvious of this knowledge, he knows many people hate his father and he also knows he would be dead by morning if his father found out he was planning to someday throw a mutiny. For now Syannis acts loyal, being his father's right hand man but slowly sabotaging things whenever he gets the chance. He also has a love for being a slight rebel, and this rebelliousness rubs off on siblings. Being their father never really cares for his brothers and sisters Syannis takes it into his own hands to look after them. Despite seeming to ignore them he knows what all of them likes and needs and his more himself around them letting his his loyal hyper prince act fall.
Now the last little thing about Syannis is his stubborn independence. He hate’s doing what he is told. Hates have to bring useless guards everywhere and hates the fact that they think they are better than him. He can be his own guard and his own life saver. He doesn’t need some pathetic not even trained adults following him around, when they don’t even want to, and making more noise and making it harder for him to hide.He learnt the hard way what happens when you trust others. So he can deal with himself thank you very much. In fact Syannis is rather decent this swordplay and even has accurate aim in bows. So Syannis likes leaving the castle, alone, no guards and just being free. He has a habit of likes to take his siblings, being it’s hated when they leave the castle alone, or at least bring them back something from town. Something their father would never let them have. So despite his princely appearance his eyes sparkle with mischief and much more logical planning than anyone thought he could have.
Syannis part 2 History: ((Histories are boring!!!! So i only did a lil one XD))
It was semi normal to start
Syannis was the first of the royal children to be born, well the first male anyway therefore making him the heir to the throne once his father passed. So as soon as he could walk Syannis was taught to be a perfect heir, the perfect prince the perfect boy. He was the face of the royal family and much pressure was place on his young shoulders to look good. This was the cause of him having a rather large head, thinking himself as perfect and he made loved the attention. He was completely unaware of the painful training and hours spent awake into the night learning. He got to big of rewards to care. He became distant from his siblings that were being born and was way too focused on getting better and better, not caring for his family. He shone in the spotlight, he threw balls, had parties and loved running town around as the well known young prince. At the age of fifteen he had knew everything about partner dancing, knew how to perfectly bow to ladies, could read, write, do complex math problems, cook, ride horseback, wield a sword, dual wield and shoot a bow. And even play a few instruments piano and violin being his favorite. He was the perfect boy, until he started noticing things.
Little side story
At age fourteen Syannis went out, a group of guards tailing behind. He was out for a trip around town but had decided, as the demanding boy he was, to go on a little forest trip. So reluctantly the guards obayed leading him into the woods and along a small path. Now Syannis loved it, loved the nature and the birds. What he didn’t know was that they were being followed. It was about halfway into their walk when they were attacked. It seemed to be only one or two people but they took down al his useless guards and gave him that wounds he now has on his leg, the one creating the permanent limp. They would have killed him in fact, if some random girl hadn’t come and saved him. She took him back to her little home, patched him up. In fact she looked after him for a few weeks thanks to the blood loss he suffered. She was a girl about his age but was seeming to make a living off little to nothing. And also seemed to have enough time to look after the young prince. It was about two weeks later that he went home, that he was stable enough to return to the castle. And to his shock he found his father didn’t even care. He grinned welcoming Syannis but didn’t seem to care. That was when he first knew things were wrong. He also made sure to keep in touch with the girl despite her being a commoner. He suck her gold and money, even some weapon in thanks for saving him, plus she was kinda cute. However he lost touch with her a few years back. He still wanted to find her but he had forgotten her name and wouldn’t be surprised if she left this little town using all the money he gave her. This incident was also when he became stubborn and independent. He learnt he couldn’t rely on others, especially not the royal guard. So Syannis learnt to fight, learnt to have no mercy. In fact he became quite a strong fighter. So has decided screw guards, with a few swords strapped to his back and on his horse he can do whatever he wants and be find.
That was, until he got older
However as Syannis got older he started to realise the severity of the situation he had been tangled in. His father wasn’t all good as he thought, in fact he was tearing the kingdom apart. It was once a beautiful place, he could see that in the paintings on the walls. But when he went out the flowers were wilting and the tree dying, it was painful for him to see. Syannis, after his potential had been noticed, was appointed to be the kings his right hand man so he could get an idea of what being king was like. However that put the very cleaver power hunger little boy in the best place to screw things over. And being in this position Syannis started noticing the more darker things going on. Things that couldn’t continue. Syannis knew he had to do something but… what? As his eyes opened to the destruction it was also when he started noticing his family. He had learnt all he needed to and now saw what he had neglected for the first fifteen years of his life. His father had neglected them ages ago despite his youngest son being only five at the time. So Syannis started looking after his siblings, rebuilding his role as oldest child and taking care of them while also plotting against his father. He had seen how his siblings had been treated and didn’t want his siblings to suffer, or be forced into being an obediant kid like him. In fact he got his reblousiose nature because he always had a leash around his neck. The commanding words and hypnotic spell of the kings forcing him into situation he now regretted. He never got to be free, so now he is fighting for it. Now he won't let it be taken from him. And he won't let it be taken from his siblings either.
Years went by
Syannised was still young back then, and still is. He can’t do much, but with age he is getting more powerful, getting more and more people against his father. Slowly tearing him down from the inside out. And sure enough he is getting close to overthrowing his father. Ever since the age of fifteen he has been balancing looking after his siblings, keeping ‘loyal’ with his father and also getting as many people on his side. He is still doing this in fact. Playing the role of good little boy and the one always seen at his father's side. He hates it but he still shines in the spot light, loving to show off but also loving a bit of solitude.
Family Tree: ((I might be incorrect about middle youngest oldest but looking at the ages this is my guess I will update this the rolls of brother and sister get filled))
Father- Lotor Zandra King
Mother- TBA
Oldest sister-
Middle sister- Jasmine Zandra
Youngest sister-
Oldest brother- He is the oldest brother, and it one of the oldest out of all of his siblings if not the oldest
Middle brother-
Youngest brother- Kaito Zandra
Relationship Status:
Syannis is open for a lover if he find some suitable and someone that can deal with the fact that he is a prince. Love his one of the last thing on his mind, the first being taking the throne. But he wouldn’t be surprised to find multiple girls having a crush on him because the oldest, more commonly, seen prince as well as being a bit of a flirt when in a good mood.
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Name*: Jinha Kang Age*: 22
Gender*: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual/Prefers men.
Side*: Rebel
Rank/Occupancy*: Rebel Spy
Appearance:
Appearance Description: Tall, Lean, Silver grey hair and piercing
yellow eyes.
Personality: Arthur is a very quiet guy who keeps to himself. While he is stoic and gives off a scary vibe, Arthur is actually kind and likes sweet things. He is rather aloof and shy, getting flustered easily.
He doesn't speak much and usually points/nods/shrugs instead of speaking.
History: Jinha as a child lived with his grandparents who were sickly while the past king was still ruling. Jinha always wanted to be a Nursery/Orphanage caretaker, like his mother and father but due to his poor eyesight, not many people believed he could do much.
Once the new king ruled, his grandparents died for unknown reasons (believed that they were killed by the new king's followers for the money they had stashed away) and he was taken in by rebels who trained him and believed in him. They believed that even with his bad eyesight he could do just as good.
Family Tree:
Mother: Alexandra Kang- dead
Father: Taeyang Kang- dead
Grandparents: Min-Seo Kang and Lu Xua Kang- Dead
Relationship Status: Single and open
Ethnicity: Korean (most of the family), Chinese (grandfather), English (mother).
Likes: Children, Cats, Mochi/Sweets, Snow, Reading, Quietness, Mints, small animals, sweaters, quilting, working out, Sleep.
Dislikes: The new king, Spicy foods, loud people, Talking, Bitter foods (coffee), Heat, math, mushrooms.
Other: Has bad eyesight, almost blind. He gets around by hearing his surroundings and is skilled at moving around by using his hearing.
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daniel james adam; dan-you'll || 25; jan 8 ; capricorn ||male; bi [mostly homo]
appearance(view spoiler) || xandra; assassin ;rebel
personality ; history(view spoiler)
Name*: Yurina Aki ShinoaAge*: 19
Gender*: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Side*: Rebel
Rank/Occupancy*: Head of the assassin corps
Appearance*: Midnight blue hair, white eyes, pale white skin. Other than her uniform, she tends to wear just a tunic and pants.
Appearance Description:her uniform is light leather armor that has been given an
invisibility enchantment. The enchantment activates when the mask has been pulled over the face. The mask looks like a white skull with a red slash across the right eye.
Personality*: She’s fun loving when she’s off duty. Though in the field, she behaves like a
lioness protecting her cubs. Her teammates take priority above everything
History*: She was enslaved by one of the knights of the false king. They’d beat her, rape her if they felt like it. She was even their maid. She was orphaned at five. She made her first kill when she escaped the guard barracks. Ever since she's been fulfilling contracts that has drifted onto her desk for the rebellion. Her main goal is to inflict the same amount of pain those knights inflicted upon her.
Family Tree*: No family: all were executed when they tried to free her.
Relationship Status: Single
Other: Is rather talented with alchemy and lockpicking
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Name- Kai Kurenai (Thanks Zander)Age- 19
Gender- male
Sexuality- Bi
Side- Rebel
Occupancy- Assassin
Appearance-
https://goo.gl/images/RqQvNy
Personality- Kai is a little crazy. He is the kind of person who’s personality is hard to tell, because one moment he is there, and then the next he is not. He needs to be active, because if he is cooped up too long, he gets angry and lashed out at anyone around him. When someone can get him relaxed, he enjoys the company of his friend, as they make him happy.
History- Kai raised himself after the false king took rein. His father worked for the previous kings guard, and disappeared. His mother got curious, and went to the castle to investigate, but never came back home. Kai was left alone, not knowing where his mother or father was. When people came to his house, he left home and went off on his own. Kai learned to protect himself, and how to sneak around because he had no way to get food. When he turned 16, he stole from the wrong person, and they came after him. He killed them and his guards. Those were his first kills. He joined the assassins, and found people that would accept him. People who understand him.
Family tree- all deceased or missing.
Relationship- single
(view spoiler)⟞ identity ⟝
name ⇝ baikim (bā k hi m) lee
nickname/alias ⇝ bai (bā)
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age ⇝ 15
species ⇝ human; light elemental mage
gender ⇝ male
affiliation ⇝ good
side ⇝ netural(view spoiler)
occupation ⇝ shepherd; also sells handmade things from sheep's wool and others sheep related things at the market
⟞ appearance ⟝
for those unable to see image
hair ⇝ black, short
eyes ⇝ a deep brown, quite small, thin and angular
skin ⇝ a warm amber tone
height ⇝ 5’6
build ⇝ lanky, thin, his arms are a little long, fingers nimble but boney
scars ⇝ a few from growing up
clothing ⇝ normally in thin tunics, lightly dyed, hide pants, sandals, in colder weather warm wool lined tunics, hide pant and boots. most everything he wears is hand mand.
⟞ personality ⟝
bai has a very easy going personality, quite soft spoken and kind. he practices the ways of being your best self and most of the ideals the monks who raised him. having almost a sleepy aura about him, baikim is able to settle uneasy people. calm, collected and patience with all walks of life. he speaks to those who seem lonely, buys enough ratios to share with the poor. baikim really is a pure soul.
flaws ⇝ naïve, klutz, non-violent, soft-hearted, and stubborn
virtues ⇝ independent, patience, kind, and very clever
likes ⇝ nature, storms, meeting people, teas (when available), heat, and traveling
dislikes ⇝ narcissistic people, greed, violence, intolerant people, and the cold
skills ⇝ hand to hand combat, calming people,
⟞ brief history ⟝
raised by monks after he was left at their monastery. at the age of twelve he left them taking their teachings with him. bai took to the life of a shepherd. he wanders the hills with his flock often times going into town to sell his produce, if he needs a place to stay baikim will offer merendice or one of his flock depending on the time given to stay in someone's barn if it’s too cold. He visits the monks who raised him at the turn of the new year, he shares with them his adventures and the lessons not only he learned but taught others.
⟞ other information ⟝
trusted ⇝
untrusted ⇝
weapon(s) ⇝ his shepherds crook if needed and his body
powers ⇝ photokinesis: able to bend, summon, and extinguish small amounts of light;
example:
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(view spoiler)⟞ identity ⟝
name ⇝ amora rivet hi’lrin inclementia
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nickname/alias ⇝ mora, rivet, riv
age ⇝ 28
species ⇝ human
gender ⇝ female
affiliation ⇝ neutral
occupation ⇝ head royal assassin, but also does spy work for the rebels
⟞ appearance ⟝
for those unable to see image
more photos:
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hair ⇝ shoulder length, ginger
eyes ⇝ dark brown color
skin ⇝ pale, but covered in freckles
height ⇝ 5’7
build ⇝ tall, slim, but is a bit muscular
scars ⇝ her upper and lower lip are scarred yes (view spoiler)
clothing ⇝
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⟞ personality ⟝
amora, a fairly smart woman of few words unless the situation calls for a chatterbox, she is cunning, lies come to her easily and are said without thought. she is ruthless when needed the blood coating her hands doesn’t affect her after years of being ordered to do so without flinching. cold, cruel and calculative amora does not like to be held back. she does not form relationships, in fact, many aren’t sure she can anymore, due to having a partner being a liability amora would rather not risk getting them or more importantly herself killed. disconnected with people as she is, amora also possess a skill for changing her personality to fit the situation, a chameleon of sorts. while she is needed to be cruel, there is one thing amora craves, affection, though she’ll never admit to it preferring to pretend it was stomped out of her years ago, amora does want some sort of bond with a person.flaws ⇝ the risks needed keep her covers, a weakness for children, her disconnection with people in a normal setting and a desire for something more than it all
virtues ⇝ extremely smart, able to read people, her memory, ability to blend in
skills ⇝ multiple combat types, languages, runes, concealing her true emotions, she also over the years has increased her pain tolerance as well as sharpened her memory
⟞ brief history ⟝little is to be said about amora, she from the start was skilled with the art of being a killer at a young age. only then, it was simply wildlife. she had a knack for most weapons used though she preferred archery and knives. growing up in a very remote area in the forest she never really was able to connect with kids her own age leading her to be very bad with people for a while. it seemed there was a royal guard of sorts who lived by in the hunting season who took an interest in her, only because of her accuracy and efficiently when killing the prey she hunted. her father, being the one who taught his only child all of this was not opposed it seemed when the guard, who would soon become her mentor offered to see if she had what it took to be an assassin. her first target would a criminal that the guard in their heavy armor was never able to get ahead of. it went smoothly. her first human kill was at the age of seventeen.
over the years amora became more skilled, her disconnect with people allowed her to become numb to it quite quickly. she simply didn’t feel for her target no matter what persona she put on to lure them in. she never questioned who was on the throne until the world started dying, her own magic becoming faulty during times of need. Amora can’t pinpoint when she questioned her loyalty, or when she started selling off information for the rebels, however, she’s in too deep now not able to keep loyalty to either side lest she wants to keep her life.
⟞ other information ⟝
trusted ⇝
untrusted ⇝
powers ⇝ talent with runic magic, often using it to aid her
weapons ⇝ a wide variety, typically either a small but sharp dagger or a set of arrows and a crossbow, though she’s also used other methods depending on her target
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lotor sea zandra; low-taor || 42; june 7 ; gemini ||male; hetero
appearance(view spoiler) || xandra; "false" king ;royalty
personality ; history(view spoiler)
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Nickname[s]: Zeke, though he is only addressed like this by those he is personally close to.
Date of Birth: September 22nd.
Age: 24 Yrs. Old.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Allegiance: Despite his position within the False King's ranks, he prefers a more neutral stance. He believes that taking a side will only encourage others to continue to act out negatively against those that do not have the same loyalties.
Rank: General.
Appearance:
Appearance Description:
- In the many years after he was taken under his mentor's wing within the walls of the royal castle, Ezekiel has long been known for his natural grace and beauty both in and out of the battlefield. With hair as soft and golden as woven sunshine and gentle eyes the color of cool shallow waters of the ocean on a warm summer's morning, he is the envy of many, but he does not seem to pay much mind to this nor does he appear to use his fair appearance to earn favors or manipulate others to do his will. His stature is tall and proud, standing up to about 6'1 in height with a slender, yet noticeably lean and evenly toned figure hidden beneath his polished platinum armor that he is rarely seen without, with the sole exceptions being when he travels into town on personal matters or when he is present in his private quarters. On his chest and shoulder plates are the bold emblems of his beloved kingdom that he wears with great honor. Preferring maneuverability rather than excessive style, Ezekiel's clothing in general are surprisingly understated and simple, favoring hues of dark blues, whites, pale golds, and purples.
Personality:
Ezekiel, known for his virtuous and magnanimous nature whether it be towards a friend or foe, is a very kind and reasonable individual who tends to often deviate from what many would likely suspect one of his position to be like under the new reign of the False King. Taught at a very early age that one should always do what they believe to be right and that it is much more rewarding to have loyalty rather than fear on his side, not only for himself but for those around him as well, he is quite chivalrous and gentlemanly to those that he meets no matter what their social status may be in comparison to his own. He has a very strong and detailed code of honor that he follows with steadfast determination, and he never strays far from his own ideals of one day contributing to a brighter future for the kingdom and its citizens. In spite of how agreeable he seems, those that are not particularly familiar with him sometimes do make the mistake of underestimating the underlying brilliance of his mind and what he is truly capable of when the situation calls for him to work to the best of his abilities.
He can be very straightforward and sometimes just a tad bit too honest with how he feels when he's around those that he knows that he can trust, but during most occasions, there is a certain charm in the way that he converses and interacts with others, especially to those that reside in the aristocracy. He is also certainly not without his sense of humor, though he often saves this more open side of him to entertain those of the younger generation when he travels out to the villages to meet and enjoy the company of those that he had once shared a very similar lifestyle with, so long ago.
More of a scholar at heart, Ezekiel does have a yearning passion for learning more about the world that they live in, as well as civilizations and cultures beyond the vast territory of the kingdom.
History:
Fragments of the past, bits and pieces of what once was. The taste of ash upon his tongue. The roar of flames deafening as the remembrance of scorching heat licked hungrily at his bleeding flesh with an insatiable desire to consume. The stinging burn of smoke and dust that blinded his eyes and coated his lungs black, stealing his voice from his raw throat as a hoarse whisper barely escaped his severely chapped lips. A vanishing presence, a vague, yet familiar voice desperately crying, screaming, his name over the sound of the fiery destruction and tangible terror all around him. 'Who is she? Who was she? Where did she go..? That voice.. she needs me.' Lost, blinded, disoriented.
Furious.
The moist soil mixed with his own blood as his fingers curled within the mud as he began to try and crawl towards where he had heard her last call for him. 'They are taking her away from me. Why are they taking her? Don't.. don't leave me behind..' Every small movement felt like one more inch closer to death as splitting pain shot through his spine all the way down to the very tips of his toes, dragging himself across the rain-soaked earth regardless of his agonizing fatigue. The choking stench of burnt flesh hung like a heavy weight upon his body as he left the charred remnants of his home behind him, and the piles of burning corpses that had once belonged to the lives that he had so cherished. Slaughtered, murdered in cold blood. His mother, used and butchered like an animal. His father, forced to watch before he was nearly beaten to death and then executed by the separation of his neck from his shoulders right before the very eyes of his children. Helpless as their father's blood splattered against their cheeks and clothes, blending with their tears as he felt a chilling and sharp pain pierce his back from behind him; his dying body kicked to the side like vermin as they mounted their horses and rode off into the night. Their forms and their voices disappeared behind the thick sheets of rain, but the memory of what they had done, and what they had taken from him, still lingered like a festering wound.
There is little else that Ezekiel remembered before that stormy night, when everything that he had come to know in his small and once simple world literally went up in giant clouds of black smoke and torn asunder by the bloodthirsty and merciless greed of those that had come in search of rumored gold secreted away within his village, only for them to burn everything to the ground when there was no gold to give. Sacrificing his family, and everyone that he knew, to the fire. Caked in his own ichor that seeped heavily from his wounds and sunken deep into the mud had been what had likely saved his life from sharing the same grim fate, having assumed that he had died along with the rest. Besides, it was not like they had much time to check every corpse for a potential pulse when they knew that it would only be a better of time before the smoke was investigated by those that would have a much better chance at putting a rope around their necks for their notorious crimes against the King's people.
Aide came quickly in the form of the former king's previous general and his regiment at the time, but in Ezekiel's eyes, they had come far too late. Against his wishes to be left to die in what little peace he had left and rest alongside his fallen people, he was taken in by the general himself; a stoic, graying man with hardened eyes that had seen many battles and a body fit to take on three men simultaneously. Yet, in the first few moments that Ezekiel was held in that man's cradling arms as he was lifted from the blood-stained mud and wrapped tenderly inside of a thin blanket, he knew with almost every fiber of his being that he had never met someone that had seen so much death and still have the capability for compassion for another until that very moment.
Brought into the castle to treat his wounds and to hear his sorrowful tale of what had befallen his now destroyed home, Ezekiel remained mute and nearly unresponsive to any kind of stimulation until approximately two months had passed after his traumatic experience. He had only been eleven at the time, after all.
After one point, many resigned to the belief that he would never speak again at all, while others said that it was also likely that he had not been properly been taught to speak in the first place due to his peasantry background. However, no matter what they tried to convince him of what they believed the boy was, the former general was never swayed in his belief that there was still something about the way Ezekiel's eyes always seemed to absorb and to desire to know what was going on around him that was special and could be of use. By the time that Ezekiel was fourteen years old, he was already well on his way to becoming a potential successor of the general's position after just three years of being apprenticed under his guidance.
It was also around that time that Ezekiel began to finally try to speak once again, practicing day in to day out with a powerful conviction to prove himself worthy of his mentor's high praises, and one day, his position.
Upon the day of his mentor's passing, his title of general was passed down unto Ezekiel at the age of twenty-one, vowing to uphold and exceed the standards and expectations required of him in honor of the former general, who he had come to see as a second father in a life that he never would have imagined he would now be living the night of his village's massacre.
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- He loves the scent and taste of cinnamon.
- Cloudless, blue early morning skies.
- Purple Hyacinths and yellow Zinnias, but he enjoys flowers in general, especially their hidden messages.
- Books of every genre, though he has a strong preference towards tales of triumphant adventure and close familial bonds that survive through even the harshest of adversity.
- Writing personal journals.
- He has an unwavering love for horses.
- Ezekiel has developed a more refined taste for teas over the past ten years, and he often enjoys having a cup or two while he reads whenever he has some time to himself.
- For the sake of exercise, and a tad bit of amusement, he enjoys participating in training regiments with newly recruited soldiers every now and then to gauge their progress as well as give them a bit more hands-on experience in combat.
- Aiding those in need, especially young children.
- The people of the kingdom, no matter what walk of life they may stem from.
Dislikes:
- War, unnecessary conflict, and bloodshed.
- Actions or decisions of cruelty.
- Individuals that place themselves too highly on their pedestals.
- Those that lust for power.
- Cold or indifferent natures.
- Winter and heavy snowfalls.
- Lightning and thunder.
- Greed.
Strengths:
- As expected of one who has earned his way up to become one of the kingdom's finest generals, Ezekiel has an in-depth and analytical way of thinking when it comes to strategies of battle and intellectual wit.
- Mastery in swordsmanship.
- His loyalty to the kingdom is unquestionable.
- Arguably the most superior rider on horseback within the guard.
- His respectable position in combination with his reasonable and dependable nature allow him to make alliances with a fair amount of ease.
- He has a practiced skill in diffusing tense or hostile situations through discussion rather than force. Basically, he has a way with words.
- He is experienced in the art of politics and diplomacy, though he does not make it a habit to deeply involve himself in the prior unless it is necessary to do so.
- Taught at an early age how to hunt and survive out in the wilderness if the need ever arises.
- Tracking and navigational skills are top-notch.
Weaknesses:
- Under a significant amount of pressure, even the best of men can crack.
- His benevolence and strong desire to protect can become a double-edged sword if taken advantage of by those that know how to use it.
- The mentioning of his past before he was taken in by his predecessor and mentor is a sensitive subject for him, and can be used to press certain nerves that Ezekiel would very much not want to be pressed.
- He has difficulty maintaining his patience with those that he feels do not have the best intentions for the kingdom and it's people.
- His loyalty to King Lotor.. perhaps just a tad questionable.
Family Tree:
Mother: Janette Sosanna Mercouri - Deceased.
Father: Jeremiah Guiart Mercouri - Deceased.
Siblings:
Sister: Azriel Edelinne Mercouri - Missing; Presumed Dead.
Relationship Status: Single.
Other:
- He considers Lotor's children like a second family, though he does not exactly approve of some of their behaviors or decision-making.
- When he was a young boy, he used to send secret messages to his sister through the language of flowers.
- He dabbles in light elemental magic.
- He owns two pure-blooded Andalusian stallions by the name of Azur and Navajo.
Azur:
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Navajo:
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Name: Bella Yelena TrixNicknames Bella does have nicknames like Bell, Bells but she hates anyone but her closest friends using them. She will mercilessly slit your throat if you do use them without her permission.
Assassin name Mystique
Age:20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Rebel
Rank/Occupancy: Rebel assassin
Appearance: Once again this is the best I can find but I think this is close enough for my Bella darling.
https://i.pinimg.com/750x/d2/f8/86/d2...
Hair/eyes:
Bella hair is rather interesting. It’s a midnight black and surprisingly well kept for a rebel assassin looking like glossy black waves that cascade down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. However that’s only one half of her hair. The other half has been shaved short so you can see the skin under it. The back of her hair only going down to brush the back of her neck. A weird hairstyle but Bella likes it. It makes her stand out and also makes her hair easier to deal with having it only long on one side. She can’t tie it up easy but she does plait the long bit to help keep it even more out her way. Her eyes, well her one eyes, is a crystal blue that holds malice along with something much deep then just ill intent. It’s hold many levels of the desire of revenge, the need to get back to those who hurt her. Her eyes are often seen as cold and calculating judging things harshly and holding no mercy, no fear. They are the last thing many see before they take their last breath and they never show regret. They never show anything but a mask of cold malice and revenge. However there’s often a little glimmer of insanity, for lack of a better word. A slight glimmer of mischief the twinkles behind the cold. A flash of the girl Bella once was, once could have been. As for her other eyes, her right one, it had a large scar cutting diagonally down it starting at her eyebrow slicing down to her top lip she got once being found. She can’t see out that eye but can open, the whole iris being a milky white that can look rather terrifying in most situations. But of course can’t see out of it making her blind on her right side. Therefore she it surprisingly jumpy when approached for her right side. In fact there have been a few cases she has accidentally stabbed someone cause they approached from her right side without her knowing. She relies on her sense of hearing on her right side but sometimes that fails her. Weird for an assassin to be partly blind but that doesn’t stop her being great at her job.
Body/clothing:
Bella is quite pale making the black of her hair stand out. Her ivory skin is clear, not a blemish , not even any freckles. The only thing marking her skin is her multiple scars that coat her body, ruining her once beautiful looks. Bella would have grown up as a rather pretty girl if she had that luxury. Now she’s covered in many scars including the gash down her eye, which completely ruins what she could have been. Bella dose really care, beauty is the last thing on her mind but she does regret her scars wondering what would happen if she never got stuck in this situation. As for her clothes Bella wears plan dark clothes sometimes throwing on a large cape to hide her looks and so she can store some extra weapons in the pockets. She almost always wears a belt with two simple daggers just in case worse comes to worse.
Personality:
It would be fair to say Bella doesn’t have fears of anything. She is long past the point of caring about spiders and even caring about those ranking above her. She has quite a sharp tongue and isn’t afraid to talk back even if she is talking to a leader or someone who is meant to be a higher rank then her. It’s not that she think she is above them but more so that she just honestly doesn't care. Ranks are just words, it your fighting ability that concerns her. If you can’t fight you are weak and pathetic. If you can fight she will beat you even if it takes a few broken bones and many years. Because of this she had gotten into many stick situations. All of which she got out of, whether she got out of them unscathed that’s more the question. However Bella relies a lot on her ability to use weapons, to kill. Problem with that is Bella is better at sneak attacks able to end someone before they see her but she isn’t so skilled at head to head. Once she’s been noticed Bella tends to slip away knowing her blind side will hinder her in head to head combat. That’s why she’s an assassin not a mercenary or a thief. She does a bit of both is she really wants. If something in shiny she will take it but generally speaking she slips in, does the job and gets out again no questions no worry.
Now Bella ain't your usual assassin girl. Well, she ain't a usual girl in general. In fact Bella could be described as what you may say is insane. She seems to find great pleasure in some death especially if she is getting back at someone who broke her like any royal guards, i fact she finds great please in killing anyone that are in favor of the false prick of a king. Her insanity also comes through her lack of giving a damn. Like she seriously doesn’t care what people think of her. She has no filter on her mouth, saying whatever comes to mind no matter how offensive or harsh it may sound. And her strange ways of passing the time. In fact she has a habit of playing little practical jokes on people liking to watch them squirm and panic as she puts fish in their bed or as she swaps their once clean blades out for rusted ones. And she just does other dumb things when not annoying others. Leaping off high things, doing dangerous stunts and having a great time being a right nut. Yes she has broken many bones doing all that but… she’s fine. What other way was she meant to learn out to do a back flip off the roof.
However, unlike many Bella isn’t a ‘broken girl.’ She has no fragments of the girl she used to be. In fact she was a feisty girl at a young age. However that blood thirstiness ending up being formed into the shape of an assassin and not a loyal soldier. So Bella is quite content with how she is, she doesn’t wish she had a better childhood. She doesn’t wish her parents never died. She is more sad about her assassin mentor dying. If anything he is who she would go back for. The past is the past, forgive forget. So no, no you can’t talking her down into a soft little girl. Bella is strong and forever will be. And no she doesn't have the classic iron walls around her heart. Nah she lets everything and everyone in or out. She just has a lack for feeling things like sadness and pain being she had been through so much it takes a lot to have her scream in pain. Her insanity plays in that a bit, her finding little to no pain in most wounds and some strange fascination in blood...
History: She lived fine for a bit
Well, fun fact Bella’s parents worked on the royal guard. In fact they were extremely loyal to the sick prick of a king her mother being the head of the guard. So yes, Bella’s last name was rather impressive and still maybe is. Being one both of her parents were on the royal guard, one was a captain and it was her mother that was the captain. So she lived a rather sweet popular first half of her life. And they taught Bella how to be that perfect little girl. Bella, even at a young age was taught to hold a sword and how to control one. Her parents thought she was amazing, treating her as a spoiled brat. That was when they were around. They were often out together doing whatever royal guards do. They were gone she was either sent to one of her parents friends houses and when she got older the let her stay home alone. Which, to be honest, happened quite a bit. Her parents were always out meaning she often got a lot of time alone. She would often wander town, buying random things being she had more than enough money to spare. Then every moment her parents were home they taught her how to use fight. How to use a sword and efficiently shoot a bow. Bella had been a quick learner by the age of ten she knew how to wield various types of swords and was capable in bow and arrow skills. She was a golden, powerful, spoiled child that was quite happy with her life, oblivious to the damage the new king was doing. That was until the day of her twelfth birthday.
Then they left her
She was only twelve. Yes she was trusted much more than any other twelve year old but she was still new to the world. Still learning and still growing when she was thrust in the deep end with nothing more then good luck and a few coins. In simple words her parents died. Died doing a silly little job for they false king. They had gone out of town leaving Bela alone like usual. She thought nothing of it… Until they didn’t come back. It took three weeks for her to hear anything. For her the three weeks went fast and she wasn’t worried at all about her parents. She trusted them. She thought they knew what they were doing. However they clearly didn’t. Three weeks after they left Bella got a visit from one of the Generals. He came, sat her down and told her everything. Told her how her parents had died defending what they believed. How they died and honorable death. Now Bella wasn’t very attached to her parents as youngster. She wasn’t seen with them, she seemed to avoid them in fact. But she loved them, loved them more then anything. So you can probably guess the death the General got. It was semi honorable, being it was the first real death on Bella's hands. Blood coated them live gloves as it slowly seeped from his wound staining the once nice carpet with crimson. And Bella watched. Watched the light fade and flicker form his eyes. Watched as he choked on his own blood, as he slowly left the world and oh we it so satisfying for her. That was the first taste of blood Bella had and she had found is so pleasurable. That’s when she knew her powers would never be used for good, when she first saw the weird girl lying behind the pretty face. She could never join the ranks for the false king. Her parents had died defending his worthless ass and Bella was never going to let him have her skills. She would rather die then serve him. So she left. Looted his body and ran onto the street to live her life as the girl she was. She was independent and she could deal with herself.
She was alone... Till she was found
Bella was perfectly fine being alone. In fact she loved it. Having the wind her in her without having to care about rules. No one could touch her. Even the other homeless kids never messed with her. In fact she became their leader for a while before getting bored and finding that being alone was better. She was feared, and everyone knew of her. The girl on the streets who got nicknames Mystique. One minute she was there then next she was gone. She would raid a shop and vanish into the thin air leaving no trace and even the royal guards couldn’t find her. She could slip into gaps others couldn’t and very quickly learnt how to maneuver over rooftops and other tall things. And she loved it. The life of a rogue was so much more fun than the life of a a petty guard. And she did well, never killing another person, only breaking into shops and sealing everything she could get her perfect little hands on. This was all until she was found by someone. She had just done a break in and had slipped away, scaling a wall to count her coins and all her goods when she was found. Bella heard their approach only a few seconds before the hard pipe slammed into her head. She spun around feeling the pipe cut right down the side of her face. Bella screamed attempted to fight back despite the blood running into her eyes. But she didn’t get anywhere. The last thing she heard was. Whoops sorry girly Before the piped connect with her head knocking her out cold.
She was taken in but left alone
Bella woke a few hours later her hands tied behind her back a thick bloody bandage around the right side of her face. Seeing she was alone Bella yelled and screamed fighting the restraints that were tightly bound around her wrists. It was only a few minutes later that someone, and older male, walked into the room. He gave her a pointed looking saying the struggling was going to get her nowhere. Bella glared but gave in letting him talk so she knew exactly why she had been kidnapped and why they wanted her. Turns out he was part of a rebellion against the false king and decided she was going to be a worthy asset hence why he went through the trouble of kidnapping her. Her eyes wasn’t meant to get so damaged however, she had just had better instincts than he expected. She would live but it would leave a nasty scar and likely make her blind in that eye. Now, despite her being extremely annoyed this dumb organisation made her blind, It would be fair to say Bella adapted to the lifestyle of a rebel real quick and quickly became a assassin being trained by the one who kidnapped her. In fact she got rather close to him seeing him almost as a second father. He taught her everything her parents never did. How to play with poisons, how to jumped rooftops, how to scale walls with very little to no holds and how to shoot with pinpoint accuracy from three roofs away despite her blindness in one eye. He helped for her and cared for her like her father was. He barely ever left her for missions being he would often bring her on them. He loved her and she loved him. And a top of all that she managed to keep the nickname Mystique but this time she was more feared the just a rouge girl on the street she was now a fabled assassin. However she was very quickly left to do her own thing when her instructor was caught and hanged for his crimes. That only fueled Bellas fire more and many guards died that day. It was considered a mass murder and her face was plastered across the whole city. She then turned from fable to legend. But Bella didn’t give a damn. They just as well deserved to be scared, they deserved all the pain they got. She enjoyed watching them suffer, loved watching the fall under her own hand. That was when the last few strings tying her down to sanity snapped. And they would feel her wrath. She will take down the false king and watch him suffer they way she did.
Family Tree:
Father- Mike Trix- Deceased
Mum- Sandra Trix- Deceased
Relationship Status:
Ha, ha, ha, ha Nooooooo. Well I mean sure you can try it would be kinda cute to give her a lover but she doesn't come with any benefits. She ain't all the protective, she doesn’t care what her lover would do nor does she really need someone to lean on. The only thing she will give is a few flirtatious jokes and some very weird one lines thanks to her lack of mouth filter.
Weaknesses:
Her lack of caring: As said Bella doesn't care for no one or nothing. She had hard and not cause she keeps people out but because she actually does not care. The only thing she really cared about was her mentor and he’s gone now so oh well. As expected this has gotten her into a few sticky situations when running into those who expected her to actually give a damn.
Her cockiness: This is kinda a clear give away. As you can probably tell this had gotten her into many problems to thanks to the last of filter o her mouth.
Thirst for revenge: See she actually can care for something even if it is the death of everyone loyal to the false king. Now she doesn’t necessarily go out her way to kill someone loyal, she only does work if she gets paid. But if i good opportunity presents itself and she can be bothered…
Close combat: Now this is rather surprising for a assassin but keep in mind Bella is blind in one eye. Se can kill from miles away but as soon as she’s in close combat her skill leave decrease. She wont die instantly but she will be weaker especially against two or more people. One she can deal with as long as they stay on her good side. But with two she is screwed.
Blindness Bella is extremely jumpy on her right side being she was constantly crept up on. She will not hesitate to actually stab someone if they take advantage of her right side blindness.
Bella. Hates. Bridges. Like she doesn’t really have to cross any often but when she does she would gladly swim then go across the actual structure. Weird but when you almost get killed atop a bridge in a failed assassination attempt you kinda like to avoid them.
Strengths:
Distance and assassinations combat: Despite being blind in one eye she can shoot things from afar and can do a lot of damage in sneak attacks. As long as they don’t know she is there she can do a heck of a lot of damage.
Nimble Bella can often outrun or out skill most royal guards. Being they were such heavy armor and she wears whatever she can steal from shops. She can do impressive thing solely cause she had no fear. She doesn’t fear anything, she knows full well what happens if she falls but that doesn’t stop her.
Her lack of fear: In simple words nothing will stop Bella. She isn’t afraid of pain, isn’t afraid of those stronger with her. She knows what happens when she falls and knows what happens when she hits the ground. Knows what happens when she does a stunt wrong. After all, it’s not the fall that kills you, it’s the sudden stop.
Beggars can't be choosers Good thing Bella doesn’t beggar.
Likes:
-High places, they are so peaceful
- Adrenaline. Doing risky stunts and other weird things like that are extremely joyful for her.
- The strange satisfaction the comes from certain type of bloodshed and a successful mission.
- Bella, though not a big lover of thing like tea and coffee she seems to much prefer goats milk over cow's milk despite goats being harder to get she just steals it
Dislikes:
-Anyone loyal to the false king.
-Anyone abusing her right side blindness
-Anyone using her nickname. Literally no one uses it but her old mentor
-When sleeping Bella has a weird thing where she always has to lie with her head to the east her feet to the west. This does make sleeping difficult and she will gladly move a bed if it’s facing the wrong way
-Cooked apples. She can’t stand the soft squishy texture. However fresh apples are her favorite fruit.
Theme song
Halsey - Castle Lyrics
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(view spoiler)⟞ identity ⟝
name ⇝ wern adrienne zandra
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nickname/alias ⇝
age ⇝ 11
species ⇝ human
gender ⇝ female
affiliation ⇝ neutral
occupation ⇝ youngest daughter of the royal family
⟞ appearance ⟝
for those unable to see image
hair ⇝ waist length, ginger, normally in twin braids
eyes ⇝ warm brown
skin ⇝ fair and covered in freckles
height ⇝ 4’9
build ⇝ slender, lean, is tall for her age
scars ⇝ just ones from growing up
clothing ⇝
⟞ personality ⟝
wern is quite the sweet little girl often times bubbly and energetic as you’d expect from the youngest. while many think her to be naïve she is very much the opposite often times surprising most of the court with her understanding of politics and how they affect her family. she’s pretty stubborn it’s one of wrens flaws and her father is working on correcting it. while her stubborn streak is there and present, wren does her best to be the good little daughter he expects of her trying to be as obedient as possible. wern is smart she loves to learn and has picked up a few talents often needing a few new tutors once she’s surpassed another level. though she’s quite polite and acts older than she is, there are times when werns age shows sometimes, but she’s just a kid so what more can you ask of her? lover of people wren really is again a sweet person, she wants people to understand that her family is not evil, no matter what others might say and that the rebels don’t know them as wren does.flaws ⇝
- stubborn
- a bit childish sometimes
- becomes ill easily
virtues ⇝
- courteous
- obedient
- smart
skills ⇝
- baking
- socializing
- socializing
- flower arranging
⟞ brief history ⟝wren adrienne zandra is the youngest born daughter of the royal family just two years to her brother kaito’s junior. she had a well-learned childhood very uneventful inside the castle walls. speaking of the castle, unfortunately, wren gets ill very easily and isn’t really allowed outside the castle due to her condition as much as she’d like too. the staff is who wren thinks of an almost second family often times talking with them and building bonds with them rather than other kids her age. she knows full well about the rebellion but only what she overhears from her siblings, members of the court, and even her father at times. wren is a very studious young girl with the help of the multiple tutors her father has hired for her picking up a few topics such as the history of the land. not many know much about wern due to her inability to go outside and is only seen during very public events.
⟞ other information ⟝
trusted ⇝
- syannis zandra (older brother)
- kaito zandra (older brother)
- jasmine zandra (older sister)
- lotor zandra (father)
- nera zandra (mother)
untrusted ⇝
powers ⇝ n/a
weapons ⇝ isn’t trained with them
[ ★ ] ━━━ full name kikyo mizushima
[ ★ ] ━━━ preferred title kikyo (key-key-yo)
[ ★ ] ━━━ gender cisfemale
[ ★ ] ━━━ age twenty years old
[ ★ ] ━━━ sexuality heterosexual
[ ★ ] ━━━ r. status single
[ ★ ] ━━━ alignment false king
[ ★ ] ━━━ rank/occupation royal assassin
[ ★ ] ━━━ personality (view spoiler)
[ ★ ] ━━━ background (view spoiler)
[ ★ ] ━━━ family tree kokoro & zorome mizushima - deceased
[ ★ ] ━━━ appearance (view spoiler)
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leonardo vincinate; leo-nar-doe vin-cinadee || 24; jan 9 ; capricorn ||male; asexual
appearance(view spoiler) || xandra; temporary-spy ;rebel
personality ; history(view spoiler)
Name*: Luna Shiro ShinoaAge*: 17
Gender*: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Side*: Rebel
Rank/Occupancy*: Bodyguard for Marina (Arthur) Luciane
Appearance*: Midnight blue hair, white eyes, pale white skin. Other than her uniform, she tends to wear just a tunic and pants.
Appearance Description: She prefers to wear either light armor or heavy armor when she’s on the battlefield. Both sets are midnight blue with white flames painted on the gauntlets.
Personality*: She’s rather playful when she isn’t on duty, but when she’s guarding she is the coldest person in the room, unless she knows they’re cool. Also, rather flirty towards women. ;)
History*: She was enslaved by one of the knights of the false king. They’d beat her, rape her if they felt like it. She was even their maid. That was until Marina took her in and she became her bodyguard to repay her kindness. Yurina and Luna still communicate via messenger raven.
Family Tree*: Yurina is her only living relative
Relationship Status: Single
Other: Rather talented with cooking and using wind magic in tandem with creation magic.
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Luna is not approved, you cannot make a twin of a character and only write "they have the same history, appearance, etc." you must write it all back in again. Trust me, it doesn't take that long! :)
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ulric nox radovan| twenty years old | male & hetero | steward
Side: False King
Appearance Description: (view spoiler)
Personality: (view spoiler)
History: (view spoiler)
Family Tree:Peter and Andrea Radovan, parents
Relationship Status: Seeking to become a suitor, while continuing to flirt with others.
nera cosima zandra| forty years old | female & hetero | xandrian queen
Side: False Kingfor now
Appearance Description: (view spoiler)
Personality: (view spoiler)
History: (view spoiler)
Family Tree: (view spoiler)
{Full Name}: Haruko Kagami
{Nickname}: Haru, Koko.
{Name Origins}: Haruko means "Spring child". Kagami means "Mirror"
{Age}: 22
{Alignment}: Neutral
{Side}: Whatever side Princess Cecile Clemenceau Is on. {Doesn't really care either way}
{Occupation} Personal Maid
{Gender}: Female
~--\\Appearance\\--~
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{Face Claim}: N/A
{Hair}: Brown
{Skin Tone}: Porcelain
{Eyes}: Green
{Height}: 5'7"
{Weight}: 120 lbs
{Body Frame}: Slender
{Other Distinguishing Features/Important Info}:
~--\\Description\\--~
{History}:
~Haruko's eyes, being green, are actually pretty rare. It's often attracts unwanted attention and she would be kidnapped quite often. People used to try to sell her, and eventually, after a few close calls, she was afraid to leave her house. Her parents were actually quite well known and often would force her to attend these social gatherings where she was supposed to put up this act of this 'perfect princess.' Sure, her siblings were good at that, but she. being the youngest, wasn't all that comfortable around people. Especially grown ups. She always felt as though they were staring at her, always asking about her unusual eyes. It didn't help that before she started these social events, she was often kidnapped. Sure, she always managed to get back because of her family's connections, social status, and money, but she was so terrified for these often events, that everyone around her terrified her so much that it came to the point when she became introverted. Everytime someone would talk to her, she'd either get so scared she'd run and cry or she'd jump and be extremely nervous to even talk. Her siblings were always supportive though and were extremely kind to her. She loved talking to them, and eventually, they were the only ones she actually talked to. She wouldn't even talk to her parents because she was just so terrified of adults and anyone outside of her siblings.
Eventually, her parents got sick of it. They had no room for someone without any etiquette, so, they disowned her, despite her siblings digression. There were multiple arguments, many of them being around the lines 'she can't survive on her own,' 'you know how much danger she would be in on the streets, how many people would take advantage of her and try to sell her?,' or 'She's terrified of people! It would be horrible to leave her out there, alone. And you wonder why she's terrified of her own freaking parents!' However, no matter how much her siblings argued, the ending result was inevitable. She was kicked out. She spent a couple weeks on the streets, constantly in the fear of people. Eventually, she started to resort to the option of starving herself. However, she found a much better alternative and moved out the small town she lived in. She went to the capital of her kingdom and looked for work, the only thing keeping her going was the possibility that one day she may see her siblings again one day. However, that wasn't enough to keep her from starving. She couldn't find any jobs, which meant no home or food. No one wanted a skinny, terrified, fourteen year old girl working for them.
Haru was still a teen at the time and had no idea what she would do. She knew how to cook and clean, but living in the streets when she could hardly bring herself to actually speak to people? It seemed nearly impossible. That's when she met Cecile Clemenceau, Princess of her country. For some reason, Haru was actually drawn to the princess after meeting her. She seemed like someone she could trust. Haru rarely had moments when she had a feeling she could trust someone, at the time, she had only trusted one old man that lived in the streets. He was a kind man and extremely sweet, always willing to tell her stories. Well, that was the same pull she felt toward the Princess.
She had met the Princess right outside the castle walls. Haru had agreed to help the old man with a little errand, catching a small dog. At first, Haru had thought it was going to be an easy and quick errand, but the little dog was just to fast for Haru. While she was chasing after the dog, she had bumped into the princess, by sheer accident. She apologized immediately. After that, she found herself talking to the princess for a bit because Haru didn't want to frighten her. She managed the courage, and soon enough she felt as though she could speak normally with the princess, that she could trust her.
After that, Haru was properly motivated to get a job. She finally found a job and started working. After two years or so, she had a small apartment and sent the old man to a nursery home, paying for whatever he needed. With what money she had left, she bought new clothes. She decided to apply for a maid's position in the castle. She knew how to clean, sew, cook, bake, basically everything any house wife at the time would need to know. She wasn't all that excited about learning this stuff when her parents taught it to her, because she never really wanted to be some wife married off for the benefit of alliances and whatnot. Her parents were actually trying to arrange a marriage between Haru and some boy she had only met once before, however this was before they disowned her. Which, Haru was actually happy about. She didn't want to marry someone she hardly knew.
She managed to get a position as a maid. And in the castle, she saw the princess more and more. Haru was still very frightened and shy and had trouble talking to the fellow maids, which was her only complication, communication. However, eventually she was appointed as head maid in the castle after three years. And eventually, after one year in that position, she was maid a personal maid for Princess Cecile Clemenceau. It's been about two years since she has became the Princess' personal maid.
{Personality}:
~Haruko is extremely shy and timid. Sure, she can socialize with maybe a few people within the castle of her home kingdom, but other than that, it's still very difficult for her to talk to others. She doesn't really run away as soon as she's approached anymore, but people terrify her still and she has trouble even getting out a full sentence. Outside this timid atmosphere, she's actually super sweet and full of energy. She's extremely responsible and always willing to do something for others or her kingdom. She seems to be able to talk to the Princess normally. Most actually believe it's because she works with the princess on a daily basis.
~--\\Favorites\\--~
{Food}: Cookies
{Color}: Blue
{Instrument}: Piano
{Animal}: Horses
{Flower}: Anemone
{Day of the Week}: Everyday except for the 21st of December.
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{Family Tree}:
~Minami Kagami {Mother}, Austin Kagami {Father}, Mimi Kagami {Eldest Sister}, Kiki Kagami {Older Sister}, Max Kagami {Elder Brother}, Felix Kagami {Eldest Brother}
{Birthday}: December 21st
{Zodiac}: Sagittarius
{Pets}: N/A
{Likes}:
~Sweets, Animals, Her Kingdom,
{Dislikes}:
~Murder, Meeting new people.
{Fears}:
~The Dark, Losing her position as the Princess' Personal Maid.
{Weaknesses}:
~Fatal Wounds, Talking to new people.
{Sexuality and Status}:
~Single, Bisexual
{Hobbies}: Stargazing, Doing chores and stuff, cooking.
~--\\Quote(s)\\--~
"When baking, follow directions. When cooking, go by your own tastes."
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"Everyday may not be good, but there is something good in everyday."
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"I'm not antisocial. I just have a personal space bubble. It just so happens that the radius is five miles long."
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Real Name: Jonathan Sulver Nickname: Jest, Jon
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, prefers guys
Side: neutral, as he was a traveler before becoming the kings jester
Rank/Occupancy: Court Jester
Appearance: https://i.paigeeworld.com/user-media/...
Personality: When Jon is acting as Jest, he is flirtatious and a trickster. No one is immune to his charm, men and women alike.
When Jon is himself however, he is very relaxed. He is a little antisocial, and has few friends. He loves hanging out with people, but has a hard time talking with those he doesn’t know.
History: Jon’s family was very poor. Even under the good king, they suffered in the cold, and rarely had enough food to sustain them. Jon became a thief to get enough food. His mother knew of his ways of stealing, by didn’t say anything to his father.
One day when Jon was 8, after two years of thievery, he saw a magician performing in the street. He was fascinated, and watched him until his performance was over. Jon approached the man, and asked the magician to train him. The man considered, and told Jon that it may be years before he would master the arts. Jon accepted, and he trained under the magician for months, while still continuing to steal for his family. After 7 months, the magician could not teach Jon anymore, so Jon left his apprenticeship and went on to become a traveling magician himself. This earned him money from those who tossed even a little change into his hat, and he gave almost all of the money he made to his family to allow them to live.
A traveling noble saw him and his tricks once, and asked Jon to join him as his personal jester. Jon accepted, and became known among the nobles as ‘Jest’. His popularity grew, as did his income. He was given a job be the old king, then taken by the new king as Lotor’s royal Jester.
Family: Mother and Father: Kathrin and Somin Sulver. Younger brother: Farni Sulver
Relationship: single
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hanzo khan dumaka | twenty-one years old | male & bi | rebel
Side: Rebels
Appearance Description: (view spoiler)
Personality: (view spoiler)
History: (view spoiler)
Family Tree: (view spoiler)
