Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Aᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ *Closed

[avery ♞ do something revolutionary]

This is where you would apply for any special characters. Right now, we have one open: a princess who was kidnapped by rebels as a baby but became a Selected girl. Remember, it is not first come first serve. To have the opportunity to create and roleplay as her, complete the following form:

Wʜʏ Yᴏᴜ Wᴀɴᴛ Hᴇʀ:
A Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ: Please, choose one that is your average length. We want to see what you usually do, not what you can do.
A Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ: Just copy and paste it from another group.

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Can we put multiple characters for the character example?

[avery ♞ do something revolutionary]

Alex wrote: "Can we put multiple characters for the character example?"

No, just one, sorry.

[[deleted user]]

Wʜʏ Yᴏᴜ Wᴀɴᴛ Hᴇʀ:
I actually really enjoy doing plot twists and things of that nature, its really exciting don't you think? I was actually kind of hoping for an application like this.

A Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ:
I have three exapmles:

Excerpt from Illusions a wolf P.O.V roleplay:
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As the silver moon ascended to her place in the foggy sky Azura pawed through the woods, her own inky fur creating a shadowy illusion against the white snow. Her lonely figure slinked through the tree's her gleaming incisors displayed. She knew what she was looking for, that lone rouge tainting the Astor's territory. It was roaming along their boundry line, taunting them, testing their patience.

Enough was enough.

Her nose lifted into the air tracking it's scent. He was nearby, she could tell. Azura wasn't too positive on what she was going to do to the rouge yet; but the mere thought of potentially getting involved into another skirmish just made her mouth curl into a twisted grin. It was all fun and games for her; the adrenaline rushes are almost intoxicating. Azura could shape out the other wolf's silhouette. His bone structure signified a large one (view spoiler)[it just makes the game more exciting (hide spoiler)]. Azura crept closer. But as the excited thoughts of tearing another life force limb from limb whispered in her ear, she lost focus. And she stepped on a fallen tree branch. Without thinking Azura lunged forward at her prey, in desperate hopes of catching the now fleeing creature. Her sharp white teeth snapped onto the poor thing's leg like a bear trap, bringing the beast down.

The fight was a concoction of growls, snarls, and scratches. Azura had the upper hand, clamping down on the leg of the rouge, as it let out a painful bark. The sound was melodic through her ears. His free leg thrashed and kicked Azura in the chest, knocking her backwards and setting him free. He dashed into the night, half limp, half rapid. Azura shook the snow from her black fur and let out a rumbling snarl. The chase begins.

Each of Azura's four legs held it's own, running like a well oiled machine. Her amber eyes were trained on the fleeting figure, but soon they would be heading out of the Astor boundary line. She had to pick up the pace before she entered unknown territory. Her claws dug into the snow with the sheer force and anger coursing through her veins. It was almost too late, and the trouble of getting caught in another family's area almost frightened her (key word almost). Azura sprung forward like a python clamping her jaws onto her real target all along, the neck. Immediately the wolf went limp, rusty water spurting from the wound. She shook the body and dropped it in utter disgust. Even with her knowledge that the rouge was dead she leaned forward and mutter in a low husky growl: "We are capable, we are committed, we are accurate."

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Excerpt from The Selection another group with the same plot:
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"I'm lying on the moon." Paris's voice echoed through the empty room, bounced off the chalkboard covered wall and wafting out the door. She was trying to do something special, something to keep her busy. And so The Moon Song was born. She was currently stuck on the first verse, unfortunately. "My dear I'll be there soon...Yes! that would work beautifully. " She gasped to herself.

Paris shouldn't really be in here right now. Athens told her about 35 minutes ago to pick up some flower seeds for their garden while she was away at work. Yet here she is sitting in her family classroom strumming a ukulele and singing to herself. It's a little hobby, song writing. She could sing pretty beautifully if she really tried; and being poetic is almost a gene passed down from her father. Her progress was scribbled in her most trusted diary journal and the pencil was currently resting in her messy bun.

The sunlight broke out from the clouds and landed in the classroom illuminating the room and brightening her brown eyes to a muddy green. Paris wanted to finish this song so badly; wanting an excuse for her absence in delivering the flower seeds, maybe even telling her sister she wrote the song for her which she really didn't. Paris sighed and leaned back in her chair plucking the stings of her ukulele in an out of tune fashion on purpose in frustration.

"I'm lying on the moon, my dear i'll be there soon......it's a quiet and starry place... Perfect!" She scribbled that in her notebook. Three verses; much song, much progress. She groaned again tossing her journal and pencil over to the side and dropping her ukulele she stood and wiped her eyes, glancing at the time wearily. "Crap" she whispered through her teeth grappling the hems of her long skirt and rushing out the door of the classroom

Did I say 35 minutes ago? I mean't 1 and 35 minutes ago.

She was late. She was so very late. Paris cycled down the street with unforgiving stamina and agility, swerving past pedestrians and things of that nature. "Hello Mrs. Brinim! Sorry I have to go!" She called out in her vaguely British accent to her lovely neighbour, an old widow with an ever growing amount of cats in her abode. "Hello my dear, are you sure you can't stay? I've just got a new kitten, his name is Franklin." Paris lessened the quick speed of her bicycle to shake her head sullenly at the old maid. "I'm sorry I'm in a rush right now. How about later?" She apologized, her abrupt stop causing her hair to collapse out of her bun. Paris gave the woman an apologetic smile and waved. "I apologize again, see you soon!" Paris grinned and pushed her feet on the pedals to quicken up again

Oh her sister is going to kill her.
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"Oh my goodness, Athens I'm so sorry!" Paris gushed running her fingers through her now free locks of brown locks. Her sister nodded absently leafing through pages of her social studies textbook. Venice lay in his crib nearby, and Paris couldn't resist scooping him up and cradling him. "You have to learn to not be forgetful sometimes however." Athens scolded, and closed her book taking Venice from Paris.

"The Selection has been announced...don't you want to be a contestant, you know, after the whole Fergus incident." Athens continued leaning against the doorway of their family room. Paris hesitantly reached her pale fingers to stroke her scar. "I don't suppose the prince would fall in love with me when he has 34 other girls to choose from." Paris sighed tucking a loose strand behind her ear. It was still fun to hope, right?

"I imagine she would be a two, very beautiful...perhaps with blonde hair; men always love blondes, a good temper and a great personality to match. I could never amount to such high quality." Paris mused sitting down with The Marionette a thick classic novel whom she has read over six times. "I would have to be perfect, and no one can be perfect, it's a scientific fact." She added, her voice slightly muffled for she was chewing on her thumb nail. Athens rolled her eyes. "But don't you ever dream he would fall in love with you and you would get married and live a long prosperous life? Maybe with a few children or so and a great big room all to yourself--" "Athens! It will probably never happen. I have 1 in 35 chance of being selected, the odds are very low" Paris chided turning a page of her novel.

A girl could only hope...

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Excerpt from Hayward Academy a role-play about the gifted (this is what I write when I have writers block, or when I have to leave quickly):
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Maybe it was the mass of bodies. Maybe it was not knowing who standing right in front of her. Maybe it was just the atmosphere, but as soon as Ava stepped foot into this formal party she immediately wanted to back out. Like a few others, Ava likes the peace and quiet of being by herself with her instruments and her extensive imagination. But something made her want to attend something for once, to finally go to a party since her almost 15th birthday bash.

Ava stood silently at the entrance, the mask giving her some security that nobody would realize who she was. But that was just her vast imagination making her feel secure. In truths, there was no way of escaping her identity because of her damn freckles. Those little monstrosities climbed up and down her bare arms and legs and splashed her face with polka dots. Anyone could realize who it was standing so awkwardly at the entrance, gazing at the food with the intensity of a un-tamed wolf.

Yeah, Ava only came for the food.

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A Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ:
Continued Below ↷

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▸ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ me...─ × × ×

( Lindsey Alicia Deseriee - Selected 2

18 year old Lindsey Alicia Deseriee was named after a famous actress back before the war, and since she was a two it only seemed fitting for their star daughter to have a star name. Her last name holds much value, since the Deseriees are widely known for being in the circles of the rich and famous. They are rich, not just rich, extremely rich. Her mother is an infamous actress who was previously a model for one of the most widely known magazines in the country. Her father is a star athlete turned director. Their whole life is a story of fame and fortune. But Lindsey is different.

She is a rare two, someone who breaks the mold of a haughty spoiled rich brat. Of course she is grateful for what she has, but often doesn't use her influential power for the wrong reasons. She is sweet and gentle which is extremely unusual because her mother and father don't have a kind bone their body. Lindsey has a pretty good sense of humour and isn't afraid to stand down for something she truly believes in.

▸ please, don't fly away

Lindsey is smart as well. She knows how to shuffle her way around a situation and how to lie with no indication whether she is lying through 3 hard years in acting school, curtsy of her mother. She keeps her head held high, and does not let anything get to her, unless it is an act of betrayal, which is something that can truly hurt her.

Lindsey falls in love easily. It is a pretty hard trait to control. She has had her heart broken more times then she can count. Her cheeks turn pink when she is around someone she has a crush on and she becomes extremely nervous in front of them often and stumbles over her words a lot.


▸ keep on runnin'


Lindsey is a sharp beauty. Her jawbones are high and precise and her nose is thin and pointed. You could tell appearance wise, she is a force to be reckoned with. She stands at 5'6, a below average model height, which is her current occupation with an average weight and maintains a shy from perfect fashion sense. Her eyes are a cat-like blue, light and accusing although her gaze is usually a soft and gentle one. Her lips are a natural pink, and her teeth are perfectly straight and gleaming white.

Her hair is a golden hue and usually flows down her back a few inches past her shoulders. Lindsey enjoys girly dresses and such, but despises high heels for they are certainly one of the most uncomfortable shoes in all of human history.


▸ back towards me

The birth of Lindsey was a very public affair, more popular than the wedding between her parents. She was hailed as the 'next great star' in many different magazines. And the Deseriee family ate it all up. Her mother and father's heads were already inflated to maximum capacity, well it seemed at least; but with all the attention caused by Lindsey, they took it upon themselves to show her in the public eye as much as possible. Her first birthday was televised and every aspect of her life was not far away from the lenses of the press.

After her 9th birthday, her mother forced her into pageants, so she could let everyone bask in her daughter's glory. But sometimes it was all about her mother, never about what Lindsey wanted to do. She Lindsey quint pageantry at the ripe age of 14 and refused to do anything her mother suggested.

Her joining the Selection was all based on teenage rebelliousness. Her mother wanted Lindsey to marry the son of a billionaire; someone she didn't love, she entered the Selection in hopes of getting away from home. When she received the letter, she was the only one who was overjoyed.

[ relations › she loves to try

▸ mother - ɢᴇᴏʀɢɪᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀɪᴇᴇ
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▸ father - ᴄᴀsʜ ᴅᴇsᴇʀɪᴇᴇ
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[avery ♞ do something revolutionary]

Great application! You are in consideration.

[emma]

Why you want her:
I love the idea of having a character finding something about their past and I would love to explore that in a roleplay.

Example of roleplay:
Kaelyn knew she was in the selection. She had to go if it meant falling in love with someone who wasn't her first love. She was a four and had a first love, Blake Woodson. She didn't want to leave her family or her boyfriend. She knew what she had to do, enter the selection and become a selected girl.

[✖ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ✖]

Thank you for you application, but I'm gonna have to say you do not meet the requirements to play this character. I'm sorry.

[[deleted user]]

Wʜʏ Yᴏᴜ Wᴀɴᴛ Hᴇʀ: I feel like she would be quite fun to role play with, a great character to make, a fantastic plot turn, add a lot of suspense to this role play, and just be an overall amazing experience.

A Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ: (I am going to make this how I would role play with my selected girl, Rose. I cannot write an essay every time I post, I simply don't have time for that, but I will happily write this length, even longer.)
Rose stepped into the palace, marveling at the amazing site, but feeling empty inside. Back at home, she lived in a simple one-story home, there really wasn't anything amazing or spectacular there. Here, there was a grand palace covered in gold and crystal, yet she still disliked it. Why? At home, she was with her friends in family, and knew the place like the back of her hand, and it gave her pure comfort. Here in the palace, it was open, empty, full of dozens of people she had never even seen before in her life, huge, and it just seemed unwelcoming.

Rose suddenly turned around, she heard someone walking behind her. It was a maid, whom obviously she had never seen before. The maid had a kind looking demeanor to herself, and had brunette hair in a tight bun, which was probably uniform for them. She looked about Rose's age, and also looked a bit frightened. As soon as Rose was about to speak to her, the maid ran off to do some chore, or just got embarrassed. She sighed, with her luck, it was ought to happen; her chances of actually becoming friends with someone so early, especially so early, were extremely low.

Rose looked around again, and saw no one this time. She decided to stay sitting in the entrance hall and wait for further instructions. Rose didn't want to get lost or confused on her first day, that would be extremely embarrassing and probably get her eliminated. She just sat timidly in a plush, velvet chair, hoping that at least another girl would come soon.

A Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ:

Lucia LeClair from Arendelle
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Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє Lucia
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє Lilliana
Lαѕт Ɲαмє LeClair
Ɲιcкηαмє None, Don't Give Her One Either

Agє 18
Ɗαтє Of Ɓιятн: February 16th
ƤƖαcє Of Ɓιятн: Cardiff, Wales
Ƭιмє Of Ɓιятн: 2:56 p.m.
Ƶσɗιαc Sιgη: Aquarius
Ɓιятн Sтσηє: Amethyst
Ɓιятн ƑƖσωєя: Violet/Primrose

Ɠєηɗєя Female

Pσωєя Luft Department of Air

RєƖαтισηѕнιρѕ
SєxυαƖιту: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: None
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single



Aρρєαяαηcє

Lucia is quite beautiful. She has long, wavy, dark blonde hair the goes far past her shoulders and eyes that are a mix between blue and grey. Lucia also has light colored skin and pink lips. She does care about her appearance, but she is not completely vain. Lucia usually wears her hair in the same style (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]. She wants to look professional and elegant, so you won't see her in a pink puffy dress. Here are a few pictures of her: (view spoiler)[






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Hαιя ƇσƖσя: Dark Blonde
Ɛує ƇσƖσя: Blue
Hєιgнт: 5'8
Ɯєιgнт: 119
Ɗяєѕѕιηg SтуƖє:



ƤєяѕσηαƖιту
Lucia might seem like a totally nice and sweet person to authority or people who don't know her well, but she is really quite the opposite. She loves to make lives miserable, and is someone is feeling glum, then she'll cast a storm over them to make their day even worse. What a nice person! Lucia is a great lier and very manipulative, so she can get out of some of the toughest situations. Although she seems like the worst person ever, there is a way to get on her good side. It's a very hard way, but there's a way. Until then, Lucia will just pretend to be your friend.



Ƭяαιтѕ
✵ Clever
✵ Manipulative
✵ Deceiving
✵ Acts Sweet
✵ Rude
✵ "Friendly"



Hιѕтσяу
Lucia was born into a small family of just her father, James LeClair, and her mother, Lilliana LeClair (that's where she got her middle name, after her mother). They lived in a nice, mid sized home in Cardiff, Wales. Lucia enjoyed her early years, but was often ignored by her schoolmates for no particular reason, which she absolutely hated. That caused her to start to be a rude person.

One day in primary school, when she was eight, Lucia was outside on the playground. Someone had upset her, so obviously, she wanted revenge. It was a bright sunny day, but somehow she made clouds and caused a storm. It scared her, but drenched everyone, and then lightning came and made everyone go inside. It pleased her, and upset others. No one knew why she was so happy to go inside that day, and everyone was confused on why there was even a storm. Lucia was the only one who knew.

Lucia kept that a secret until her parents found out when they saw her power in action. It turned out that her mother was also a Luft, and had the same power as her. Lucia stayed the same kind of girl and lived the same kind of life throughout her years until she went to Arendelle to go to school, which she enjoyed because it helped her use her powers even more.



ƑαмιƖу
Ƒαтнєя: James LeClair
Mσтнєя: Lilliana LeClair
SιвƖιηgѕ: None
Ƒяιєηɗѕ: To Be Determined Throughout the Role Play
Ƥєтѕ: None; She Thinks That Pets Are Messy and Unneeded



Lιкєѕ
✵ Her Powers (view spoiler)[She uses them for many different things that she likes to do. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Being the Best (view spoiler)[Who doesn't? (hide spoiler)]
✵ Arendelle (view spoiler)[She likes the kingdom and the school. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Her Family (view spoiler)[She loves them. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Perfection (view spoiler)[She is a bit of an perfectionist. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Herself (view spoiler)[She doesn't love herself, but she definitely likes herself. (hide spoiler)]

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ
✵ Imperfection (view spoiler)[It drives her crazy! (hide spoiler)]
✵ People Better than her (view spoiler)[She hates them! (hide spoiler)]
✵ Jordens (view spoiler)[She doesn't like them. Ground and air don't really get along. She doesn't hate some of the Jordens though. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Messes (view spoiler)[It adds to her hate of imperfection. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Getting Bad Grades (view spoiler)[She might cry afterwards in her dorm if she gets a worse grade than a B (hide spoiler)]



Sтяєηgтнѕ
✵ Smart (view spoiler)[Always makes a strait A. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Clever (view spoiler)[Extremely clever. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Manipulative (view spoiler)[She can easily manipulate people into doing what. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Good Lier (view spoiler)[Can get her out of tough situations when she needs to. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Can Act Sweet (view spoiler)[She is like poisonous honey. (hide spoiler)]

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ
✵ Plain Mean (view spoiler)[You should know that by now. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Rude (view spoiler)[Talk about insults! (hide spoiler)]
✵ Deceiving (view spoiler)[She'll lead you into believing something that never will happen. (hide spoiler)]
✵ Not Very Friendly (view spoiler)[Yeah, you wouldn't really like to have her as a friend. (hide spoiler)]

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[avery ♞ do something revolutionary]

Great application! You are in consideration.

[ʟ ᴀ ᴜ ʀ ᴀ]

I would like to have this princess because she's pretty much my idea and the entire idea had been mine in the first place, when I was suggesting it to someone to come up with an interesting history for their character.

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Lilia was resting calmly and for once, peacefully, on the roof of the stables. She had escaped the palace, a.k.a her mother, wearing only a small comfortable blue dress. If she had been caught wearing that by her mother, she would've been sent to change into some frilly pink dress to see the selected girls. The selected. Lilia groaned a bit. At least she would have something to tease Perry back with, now. It was his fault, really, for calling her Lily all the time. She guessed he didn't deserve those slaps, but they had been awfully fun to do, so she ignored it. Suddenly, Lilia heard a faint sound-like a whistle-and sat up. She noticed one of the guards, who she assumed was on break, and she lay back down, trying to hide as much as possible. She had already been found once by a guard, and was forbidden to do it again. Who knew what would happen if this guard told her mother about it. Lilia closed her eyes and hoped he wouldn't see her, but knew it was unlikely that would happen because of the rather short height of the stables.
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To die would be an awfully big adventure.



↳Lilliana
Origin: Latin
Meaning: "Lily"

↳Mae
Origin: French
Meaning: "May {like the month}/Maia {a beautiful Roman spring goddess}"

↳ Rinaldo
Unknown origin and meaning

↳Lilia or Lily (mainly Lilia, it's unique)

{Age} 16

{Gender} Female



{Birthday}
↳{Date of Birth} December 18th
↳{Time Of Birth} 2 a.m.
↳{Birth Stone} Turquoise
↳{Birth Flower} Narcissus/Holly

[Relationship Status]
↳Crush: None at the moment
↳Relationship Past: Lilia has had a few flings here and there, but nothing ever serious
↳Looking Into A Relationship: Yes

Rank: Princess of Illéa



[Appearance]

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↳Hair Color: Blonde
↳Eye Color: Blue Gray
↳Height: 5'3"
↳Weight: 113 lbs.
↳Dressing Style:
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{Casual}




{Riding}


{Important Events/Dinner}




{Ball Gowns}

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[History] Daunte and Louise met at a party in Italy, after the last selection and Riley Anne became queen. The result of this unlikely friendship was a marraige, and later, a beautiful baby girl. They pair had moved back to the Illean castle to live with Louise's family, instead of staying in the rambunctious Italian's home land. A few years after their marraige, their baby girl, named Lilliana Mae Rinaldo, was born into the Schreave family. Around this time, two other babies were being born, both counsins of little Lilia. The first was Charlie, son of William and Echo. He didn't live in the castle along with the others, but his family visited so often it was hard to find a day when they weren't here. The other was one of the princes as well, the baby of the Schreave family, Roan. He was born about four months after Lilia, and the two grew up friends. Lilia always loved just relaxing or adventuring around the castle or castle grounds. She isn't sure how she feels about the selection, though. If the girls were anything like Liss or Sabella, Lilia was sure she wouldn't like them.

[Family]
↳Mother: Louise Rinaldo
↳Father: Daunte Geomar Rinaldo
↳Sister(s): N/A
↳Brother(s): TBD



[Personality] Lilia could be considered the perfect child-if she were a boy. She honestly isn't a girly girl and would rather spend all of her time being a nerd with Charlie, or riding horses with Roan. She has never been extremely close to her mother~though they do like each other. Lilia has grown to be more like her father~adventurous, mischievous, and very athletic. There are, perhaps, two different sides of Lilia, though. Not many can know of her boy-ish behaviors, so she has a princess-like side of her as well. At oublic events and such, Lilia is quiet, well-mannered, and overall just like her mother. The real Lilia, though, is the one you'll see outside climbing trees, shooting targets, or blowing things up. She honestly loves explosions, the reason she experiments with Charlie so much. Lilia is also an incredibly loyal and hardworking person. Any person that is kind to her immediately has a place in her heart-one of her weaknesses. Not everyone you meet is really who they say they are, and she has experienced this once or twice. Although Lilia is sad at times like those, she is normally a ball of happiness-not so much to annoy people (except Bella and Liss, of course), but just enough to make people happy. Lilia also greatly enjoys her share of adventures, which is pretty much the only reason she is close friends with Perry.

[Traits]
↳Kind
↳Loyal
↳Confident
↳Adventurous
↳Loving
↳Hardworking
↳Friendly



[Likes]
✔ Running
✔ Sketching/Art
✔ Archery
✔ Her male cousins (Not Liss or Sabella, they annoy her)
✔ Horse-back Riding
✔ Being outside or expirimenting with Charlie

[Dislikes]
✘ Dancing
✘ Dressing Up
✘ Her female cousins
✘ Makeup

[Strengths]
▲ Sketching/Art
▲ Archery
▲ Horse-back Riding
▲ Experimenting

[Weaknesses]
▼ Dancing
▼ Acting like a princess should (like Liss)
▼ Everyone kind to her immediately has a place in her heart

{Favorites}
↳Favorite Song: N/A
↳Favorite Food: Spaghetti and meatballs
↳Favorite Color: Red
↳Favorite Location: The archery range, or Charlie's room to experiment, or the trails
↳Favorite Family Member: Pretty much all of her male cousins~although she tends to stay near Charlie or Roan because of the closeness in age.


{Other}
↳Blood Type: O-
↳Vacation Home: Yes
↳House: Royal Palace



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[✖ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ✖]

Thank you for your application, you are under consideration

[[deleted user]]

Wʜʏ Yᴏᴜ Wᴀɴᴛ Hᴇʀ: I think that it would be a gret opportunity for myself to experience roleplaying a more complicated character, and I also just love the idea and plot twist altogether.

A Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ:

(view spoiler)[Rhiannon snorted, "This is no special addition to anything. What I just did was something someone of a lower caste could never, ever understand." There, she had gone and done it, said it. She had almost mistaken the girl for a Three, with her excitement in reading that book, but her 'caste senses' had kicked in and she suddenly remembered that she'd seen the girl somewhere before the Selection other than the TV. Where, she could not remember, and she didn't entirely focus on that as she was thinking up another insult.

There! Rhiannon knew where she'd seen the girl before, her best friends birthday party just a couple of months ago. Perhaps she'd been singing? Dancing? Either way it was clear she was a Five.. how on earth did she get in the Selection. Rhiannon had been running into far too many Fives for her own good that day, the first in that exact same room on the exact same seating arrangement. Coincidence. Not magic. Not a 'special addition'.

A rather mean, a rather cruel insult made its way through Rhiannon's head, surpassing the others. "Say, have your skills improved since I last saw you? I daresay last time you were so bad that you could have been up there naked and no one could have laughed any harder." It was a lie, actually. This girl was actually quite good at what she did. It almost made Rhiannon feel bad for what she had said. She fingered the magazine absentmindedly. It was nothing special, just a fashion magazine, but one addition she'd never read before, and so she'd been determined to get it before anybody else. (hide spoiler)]

I may add more later

NOTE: : This application is for the Selected Princess.

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A Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ:

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❝ and so her feet danced her to ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞


•?((¯°·._.• αη υρsι∂ε ∂σωη cнαяαcтεя •._.·°¯))؟•

❰ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ❱ ❮ uǝlloԀ oʇ ɔıƃɹǝll∀ ❯

❮ She doesn't dye her hair different shades of brown, it changes itself non season dependent ❯
❮ lɐɯɹou ʇou sı ǝɥs ❯

❰ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ❱

❮ f a t h e r ❯ Atticus Keogh
❮ m o t h e r ❯ Addison Keogh (nee Barnt)
❮ s i s t e r ❯ Brittany Arielle Keogh
❮ s i s t e r ❯ Cali Astrid Keogh
❮ s i s t e r ❯ Gemma Skylar Keogh
❮ h e r ❯ Rhiannon Alexandra Keogh
❮ a d o p t i v e... b e l o w ❯
❮ f a t h e r ❯ Colby Harlan
❮ m o t h e r ❯ Samantha Harlan

╳ sᴄʜᴏʟʟɪᴇ ╳

❰ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ❱

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I decree our fifth daughter born on this fine morrow of December 17th shalt be named Rhiannon Alexandra Keogh.

This is the type of man Rhiannon's father was and still is. Always using fancy words because of his professional job, and her mother was just the same. And get this- still is. In fact, the two were accustomed to live like the extremely rich and honorable people they were.

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We shall now toast to our youngest daughter growing up in this most royal villa mansion, living the life of a princess, and may God bless her

Rhiannon Alexa Keogh most certainly did grow up in the life of a princess. Her family had maids and servants, even a butler. She had a wardrobe most girls could only dream about, and her hair accessories and make up was orderly yet everywhere. Her appearance also was quite stunning, with long brown- almost black hair and eyes the color of flames. The boys chased her down the beach, swam after her ocean speedboat; the girls spent their life fortunes on trying to exact their wardrobe to hers and 'just so happened' to catch her at the most exclusive restaurants.

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Daddy, I want to learn to dance

Her daddy would do anything for his little princess and so he agreed immediately. She was indeed a bit old for dance lessons especially beginner ones as she was 8, but her daddy worked his way through some connections to get her to start at the third level. Soon, she was twirling around, dancing with such grace and regalness that it was as though she was a prima ballerina. Before she knew it, she was 11, 11 and ever much prettier, ever the best, most perfect girl there was. Of course she wasn't perfect, but her daddy convinced her that she was. Her daddy convinced her she was everything she was not.

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Daddy, I want to go tubing

On that day that her daddy took her tubing on their speedboat on the middle of the Pacific, where the water was the bluest most clearest shade. It would have been much better if Rhiannon had decided to stay home that day and go tubing more inland, or go swimming in her outdoor swimming pool, but no. She wanted the best, and on that day the best meant going tubing. She brought along three of her girlfriends, Alexandra, Rebecca and Leah, just to add some fun. There were three seats, and on one of those shifts where she was the one who was on the speedboat...


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Annou! Don't fall over!!

The 11 year old had fallen off of the speedboat, now at the mercy of the ocean waves. She of course hear the cries even submerged under the water, but the current was pushing her in the opposite direction. The waves flipped her and flopped her around, under and above, under and above. She was never under the water for more than half a minute. And finally the waves flopped her onto the sands of an island. She wasn't on that island for more than three minutes before she fell unconscious. The little princess wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to wake up to, but she certainly hadn't been expecting to in the warm, plush sheets of a hotel bedroom.

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Sleeping beauty has awoken, huh?

To this day Rhiannon isn't exactly sure how she made it into that hotel bedroom, and the next few weeks passed by like a blur to her. Rhiannon was adopted by an upper-class family- certainly not as rich as her real one, but it was good enough for her. She had all of the necessities, and her adoptive parents treated her well. Of course, everyone in the small town realized that she was the daughter of a rich kid, it's hard to miss the daughter of someone who may as well be a celebrity. But her adoptive parents wanted to keep her as theirs, and so she was homeschooled. A few people in the town knew about her, but her adoptive parents always gave a made up name, and would dye her hair red.

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Keep up your grades, little princess

In terms of school, Rhiannon has always done well- excelled in fact. Even before she ended up in the small town, she never got anything less than an A+ in just about everything. She joined clubs at the local junior high/high school and libraries, always attended the meetings, offered to help teacher after meetings, got caught up in terms of extra activities and such. The directors of the programs has always said something along the lines of how brilliant the girl was. They never mentioned her faults, however.

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Rhia, look at this academy website

It was a bright and shiny morning, the day that Rhiannon's adoptive father accidentally clicked on the ad for Athena. The moment he saw it, he knew it would be perfect for his little princess. After a series of fights about not wanted to leave her friends, Rhiannon eventually agreed to apply for the academy- her grades judged by school boards were beyond amazing as well as her extra curricular activities. Besides, her old friends were getting fucked with losers anyways.

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Get lost, cops

Because Rhiannon would be applying for a scholarship to the best academy in about the history of the universe, she had to give her real name, real family, real everything. And being the clever little snitch that she was, she had written down all of her real information on a piece of paper and hidden it so that she would remember her real identity. She was no longer Allyson Marlee Harlan, she was once more, and hopefully permanently, Rhiannon Alexa Keogh. When her true identity was revealed... well, let's just say shit hit the fan. Her adoptive parents were arrested, and after a trial and in jail to this day, her real parents and gaggle of older sisters were reunited, and so she got to keep her scholarship, and so she got to be a schollie. If she was accepted, that was.

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Dear, we have to move

Rhiannon's arrival at her family mansion was truly delightful for everyone. Except her. The first thing she saw was the 'For Sale' sign outside. The rest of her family, sisters, mom, and dad, had already gone and bought a condo nearby. Some sisters would have to share a room, Rhiannon couldn't keep all of her wardrobe and make up. This and much more was something she did not get over for many, many weeks. What happened in fact was that the fortune Rhiannon's father had made in the stock markets had been lost due to the recession of the stocks he owned. And his lawyer position? Removed by the private company he worked for. They had, of course, had the remaining money, but it was not nearly enough to continue living in the mansion due to the purchase of the condo and other things. The family was poor. She would need a scholarship for her education.

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Bright and shiny mornings seem to be the start of everything

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❝ I wilted and died and wilted and died ❞

❪ ➸ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ➸ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ➸ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ➸ ❫

❪ ➸ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ➸ ❫

( ʟɪᴋᴇs 'ɴ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs )

➶ ɢɪʀʟʏ ɢɪʀʟ sᴛᴜғғ ➶ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ➶ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄs/ʟᴀᴡ ➶
➴ ɢʀᴀʙʙʏ ᴍᴇɴ ➴ ʙᴀsᴇʙᴀʟʟ ➴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴘɪɴᴋ ➴

❪ ➸ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ➸ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ➸ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ➸ ❫

❪ ➸ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ➸ ❫

( sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs 'ɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs )

➹ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ➹ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇʀ ➹ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ➹
➷ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ ➷ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ➷ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ ➷

➺ kaya scodelario ➺ brown hair ➺ grey eyes ➺
pale skin ➺ few freckles ➺ 5'7 ➺ 127 pounds ➺

╳ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss & ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ : : major
╳ ᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴍɪᴄs : : major
╳ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ : : major
╳ sᴏᴄɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ : : minor
╳ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ : : minor
╳ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : : minor

{ female. straight. seventeen. nov. 29th. year four }

❝ and then I flew my troubles away ❞

Bastille : : Albatross

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Thanks!!

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We will be making the final decision on Saturday. Please get your applications, if you have not already, in either tonight or tomorrow in order to be considered. Thank you!