Approved Characters - Guards

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[Leena]

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“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre




Name Jet Steele
Nickname N/a
Age 25
Birth/Location Iceland
Relationship Status Single
Social Standing Caste 2
Time of Birth 6:34 PM
Occupation Palace Guard
Favorite Color Teal
Favorite Animal Shark
Favorite Flower N/A
Face Claim Travis Fimmel

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6'4 man that has a half shaved head, the top of his head still has hair, long, golden honey colored hair that he keeps in braids and a pony tail. His jaw looks like it was chiseled from marble, his eyes are an ice blue that will cut you sure as look at you, he is of a large, muscular build that has not been seen by many, his face usually has facial hair on it and when he smiles, which isn't that often, well its one that makes everyone else smile too, either from fear or because they're relieved to see that he is human too.

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Traits
*Strong Willed
*Hard Nature
*Driven
*Fierce in everything he does
*Loyal

Fancies
-Battle
-Fighting
-Beautiful Women
-Arguing
-Leading(Though he technically isn't in a position to)
-Serving the kingdom

Forgoes
-Rebels
-Weak people
-Traitors
-Trusting just anyone
-Virgins

Jet Steel is not a man to be trifled with, he has a strong, intense personality. He doesn't put up with any crap, he doesn't deal easily with liars or thieves if they're lying or thieving against the crown. Traitors are also a big pet peeve of his, he will slit their throats with ease, he is not an innocent of death and mayhem. He was raised with violence and things that no boy should've seen, but he did , and there is nothing to be done about it now. He takes his duty very seriously, and would die for his king and kingdom. The people mean everything to him as well, and as long as they're not going against the crown then he would lay his life down for them as well. He has no taste for weak men, or women, children cannot help how they are, that is all on the parent, he also has no time for virgins, they take far too much time and care. Though he will protect their maidenhood if it is threatened by unwanted advances, he has a code, and he lives by it.

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Jet Steel was not born in a normal setting, no he was born right onto the earth, the dark soil of Iceland. His parents were part of a clan there, one that was wild and free, well for the most part. His father was leader of the clan that held about 46 families, then their children and so forth. He was the second born, the one that was of less, because the first born son was always more important in his cultures eyes. Even his sister held more value than himself, and she was younger than he. Still his mother tried to show affection to him in stolen moments, and he was made to train right alongside his brother when he was five years old and his brother was seven. Jet killed his first man when he was six, during a raid that came unexpected to their lands. He saved his little sister from being killed, making their family proud for once, and his father started taking a slight more interest in his second born son, still not as much as his first, but it was progress none the less. After that Hammond, the boys father, took his two sons with him more often when he went exploring, raiding, pillaging. Jet only knew what he was taught, and he thought that his life was normal, like any other child. And how could he know any different when that was how he had always lived? He probably killed more easily than most grown men in the rest of the world, and by the time he was 10 he was well known for his quick mind and quick reflexes. It was then that things changed though, strange boats reached their shores, men with much different weapons and clothing landed and took over the village, killing those that wouldn't make peace, unless they were young. Like Jet, they took him, though his brother met an unfortunate death, and bound him, telling him that this was no way to live, they promised to show him what a childhood was, and how he should be living, but not before he had to watch his father be beheaded, and his sister raped, at only eight years old. How could these men show him a better life? Impossible, anger seethed in the young boy, and he swore that he would slit at least one neck before he escaped the men that thought they were doing him a favor.

It only took a matter of weeks before he escaped the brutes that had taken him and his sister, his mother had been left behind in their homeland. The pair, the brother and sister, were taken to a new land, one they knew nothing about, his sister was sold in a matter of days and Jet would never see her again. Though he would never stop looking for her, sending men to look for her, she was the last of his kin after all. When he did escape, well it wasn't without blood shed. He found a few of his captors and made sure that they paid for the things they had done to his family, and then some. One was even made to beg for mercy, before he left them all for good. A boy on his own, to fend for himself in an unknown country. And he did it, for quite a while. Even managing to steal away on a boat a few times, until he found himself 14 years old and in Illea. A land where there seemed to be order, values and men did not kill each other without reason. Or at least not the Kings men. The head of the guard was interested in the 6'4 boy that had the half-shaved head and braids in his hair, he looked like a brute, but a lost one. He took the boy under his wing and began teaching him values, and a code, one that the guards lived by, and he encouraged Jet to add some of his own words to the code, his own values and beliefs, and Jet did. HE proved to be a valuable guard, as well as someone that had a lot to learn. He was rough around the edges, and maybe more than just the edges, he had a gruff manner and no problems with speaking his opinions on things. He also killed without a second thought if he truly believed that the person deserved it. So he had to have someone over him that had a firm hand, or he could easily end up raiding, and killing much like his father, and it took years of training before he got into a trustworthy position in the guard. Some of the palace women are scared of him, while others find him intriguing, foreign, and hot. The rugged man has drawn a few women in and had his fun with each one. Though he hasnt' committed to just one yet, he uses them for his needs and then tosses them back to where they came from. If they bear his bastards, well he doesn't want to know about it, the way he see's it, well he will take claim to his own children once he does take a wife later on down the road.

The Relations
::Mother, Lilah thought to be deceased
::Father, Hammond Deceased
::Brother, Jaden Deceased
::Sister, Lorelai Sold to unknown sources(up for collab)
-Liam, Friend Another guard, an ex-pirate that he appreciates and considers a close friend
-Henri, Friend A blacksmith that has proven his worth more than once



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Mist Mountains Cold
Come Away To The Water
Kingdome Come
The Hanging Tree


“The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good, and how he treats people who can't fight back.”
― Abigail Van Buren





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Approved :)

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Approved!

[lil' Lily [ filled with DETERMINATION ]]

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Blaz
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Hadi
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Coman
Ɲιcкηαмєs: N\A

Agє: 26
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: October 29th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Angeles

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Hetero
Ƈяυѕн: N\A
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: 6
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Australia
Occυραтιση: Patrolling the castle
Face Claim: Douglas Booth

Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Douglas is kind, brave, and loyal, but he can also be naive, and too trusting of people. He works hard every day to become outstanding in his field, and never gives up.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Very casual, unless the situation calls for something more formal.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Kind, caring, innocent, eager to please

Lιкєѕ: Training, sword fighting, being praised by his superiors, dogs

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Rebels, people who disrespect their superiors

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Gaurding the castle, sword fighting

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Fast learner, respectful

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Too trusting, too eager to fight

Hιѕтσяу: Braz was born into a tailoring family. His father ran the store, and his mother and sister made the clothes, but Braz yearned for action, and dreamed of becoming a royal gaurd at the castle. However, at a young, Braz's mother passed away, forcing him to work at his father's shop in his mother's absense. At night, Braz trained tirelessly, holding on to his dream of becoming a gaurd. And then, at the age of 24, he found an opening for a gaurd, and signed up immediatly. He blew the competition away, and he is working at the castle as a gaurd today.

ƑαмιƖу:
Father,
Older sister

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Not many. Between training and patrolling, he doesnt get many opportunities to make friends

Ɛηємιєѕ: The rebels, anyone who attempts to harm or displease any of the royals

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Green and blue
Favorite Flower: Angel Trumpet
Favorite Foods: Anything with meat in it
Fears: Being a failure
Flaws: Is very self conscious at times

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The large city near the palace would be Angeles. Other than that, you're Approved . :)

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female × twenty-one × dec. vii × single ( pansexual ) × guard ( 2 )
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sofia boutella × mud brown × black × six six × one sixty × prosthetic legs

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ you better sharpen up

[ h ] erc, as she prefers to be called, is far more devoted than people seem to realize. She has an air of aloofness to her, an easy way of doing things, that makes people think she couldn't give two shake's of a rat's ass about her job. When, in actually, it's her life. Hell, she switched out prosthetic limbs to walk around on blades. You'd think her more an assassin type when you see her walking around in them. People thought she was gonna cut off limbs when she first arrived, forceful and intense. Her job is her life; it pulled her up from the dregs of the caste, and she owes it all to her employment as a guard. You'd think it strange that someone would want an eight, a disabled girl that could have danced, but there is much that she has brought with her.

There are several kinds of intelligence, and one that Herc is most known for is her street smarts. She still, inexplicably, applies it to her current employment. She comes off as a fairly "stupid" husk of meat, and they think she has only the intention of working as human shield. But, she knows better. She knows her way around a weapon, knows what to look out for and what to avoid. She knows things that her fellow guards might see as trivial, and wish they'd known more about when they're suddenly useful. She doesn't cut corners; she simply gets to her end point faster because of her experiences.

The last thing that people expect to see Herc do is laugh, or even smile. But, she's gotten very good at hiding her reactions to most things. She's easily amused, finds something to laugh at in even the most serious of situations. Sure, that's not entirely good, but it's not bad either. The only real problem she faces with this is that she's maintained a careful reputation of being so utterly unapproachable, and can't share her amusement with those around her. By attempting to be her best and fit the image she had of guards, she isolated herself in a perfect cone of deterrence. She does ponder over her lack of friends, but she isn't too bummed by it. Less distraction from her job, she'd say.

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[ fixations ] dancing, music, flowers, gymnastics, jokes
[ abhorrences ] staring, gelatin, licorice, rain
[ specialties ] flexible, athletic
[ kryptonite ] where her prosthetics meet her actual legs often ache
[ interests ] telling/listening to jokes, dancing
[ weaponry ] her prosthetic legs -- which are actually blades, so...

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ all you have's your axe to grind

[ t ] ake a seat at Madame Furey's table of wonders; that's what Nicolas Voss did. It was how he met the strangest and yet most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He returned to that seat even as her troop moved cities, moved provinces, even once moved to an entirely different country. Gela Furey was deeply amused by this strange man who followed her so persistently, asking for the same reading every time: "a future with you and me." So, she complied, finally, and thought she'd made the best decision of her life. For her, he became a member of the troop, of her moving circus. He watched her read palms, call out fortunes, and occasionally grace the freak show with a spectacular display of contortion.

Married after a full year of extra courting ( which Nicolas had no complaints about, and always voiced just that when people asked ), and then they had triplets. Two beautiful boys and one extraordinary girl. They were elated, ecstatic, and frightened that their first round as parents would be to three infants at once. But, they did their best and hoped that would be enough.

She was ten when the accident happened. Her mother had been teaching her dance, her father and brothers standing by to watch and laugh with her. Something had gone wrong with the one of the cages, and an animal--she'd later find it was an agitated lion that had been ill for a long time--was loose. Hell, for half an hour, arrived at their encampment. People were screaming, throwing themselves into the safety of their trailers. The Voss family had been too slow, and Gela and Hercula were left behind.

She listened, barely, as her mother shouted for her to stay down, stay hidden while she went to find her brothers and father. She watched her mother creep off, and missed the flash of pale gold that was beside her. She didn't fully register what was going on until it was over, until the great beast slunk off. There was more screaming, so much blood, and she passed out to the sound of someone being ripped apart.

When she awoke, the first thing to register was that part of her hurt. And by hurt, she meant she was in excruciating pain. They'd been in the middle of closing up the wounds of what was left of her legs. They thought they should distract her, and when she saw the tearful eyes of her family, she was informed that among three victims, her mother had been one. Wrought with grief and pain, she passed out again, and they finished up stitching the stubs of her legs up while she was numb to the world.

She spent a better part of a year recovering, and by that point, she'd lost her place in the troop. She couldn't, in her mind, do that same things she'd done before; she'd followed in her mother's footsteps and taken to contortion and card reading. She, only eleven at this point, felt her place to be in the streets and left her family. Nicolas found her again, after several failed attempts to run away, and decided that he'd return to his trade for her sake. He made legs, wooden and sturdy, but her dreams were all hollow.

Herc used those same legs to walk away from her family when she was fourteen, in the darkest parts of the night. She kissed her sleeping family goodbye and looked for a new life. What she found was a dangerous world. Twice, someone had attempted to steal her legs, and twice she was forced to strike them down. Self-defense had been something she was working on before she left the troop.

Someone, a kind stranger, made her an offer she didn't think she could refuse. The offer: her wooden legs for a better life. She was allowed to consider it for a week--if she even had a week left--and she came up with a "yes". This better life, though, came in the shape of deadly instruments. The first time she glided along of them, she felt a surge of power go through. She was, in a sense, no longer helpless. She could do things again, or at least was more confident in her abilities. She never saw the stranger again; they've practically vanished into thin air after the transfer of goods.

Part of her has always felt that there was a debt that needed to be paid. She's been searching, looking high and low, and suddenly a lead was given to her like a blessing. This lead, coming to her when she was nineteen, was just a whisper of good words on the part of the stranger. A whisper of a kind soul within the palace walls that visited those in need. Of course, Hercula didn't think twice about enlisting to be a guard at the palace.

She was different from her peers, she noted upon her arrival. Slightly less literate, too stiff, and out of place. But, she's spent the good part of two years proving that she's one hell of guard.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- gela voss
  ▽ father -- nicolas voss
  ▽ brother -- ibrahiam voss
  ▽ brother -- malachi voss
[ external ]
  ▽ employer -- shreave family
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open

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male × nineteen × apr. xii × single ( bisexual ) × guard ( 2 )
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anton lisin × pale grey-blue × walnut brown × six three × one eighty-one

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ casually, we're breathing with the pharaohs

[ v ] ana is not troubled in the way that one would assume based on his appearance. He's complacent, but he's also in a perpetual state of mourning. He pushes people away because he doesn't think that he deserves the contact--not after what he's done. He's too caught in the idea of being the bad guy, even in his attempts to be a good guy, or at the very least a neutral character of no import. He doesn't think that he's capable of being more than he is, a guard in a palace. While he sees the honor in it, he doesn't see it as a saving thing. If anything, it's for violent people to find perfect outlets for their aggression in the form of "protecting" those of great power. That, as he sees it, is the basis of his work.

He doesn't do well with others. No, it's best to keep him on his own, and he tries he hardest to keep it that way. He doesn't interact much with his colleagues not because he thinks too highly of himself, but more so because he doesn't trust that he won't blow up in a fit of rage or find some way to ruin any possibility of friendship. So, he isolates himself as best he can.

Pessimistic is one word that describes Vana quite well. He's given up seeing the bright side of things, and is very secure in thinking the worst of everything. Every word, every look, every action is marked with some sort of paranoid suspicion of nothing good coming from it. He doesn't see people--mostly himself--of capable of doing anything truly without ulterior motives, without some sort of gain. He is, to say the least, devoid of faith in the human race and any miraculous good they could possibly do.

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[ fixations ] chamomile ( tea and flower ), running, isolation
[ abhorrences ] crowds, cats, himself
[ specialties ] close combat, obedient
[ krptonite ] himself
[ interests ] being alone, string games
[ weapons ] rifle, pistol, several knives

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ tragically, we fall just like the arrows

[ n ] ormal was a term that Haven and Gillian Gavaldi knew well. They were a regular caste six family, Haven a seamstress and Gillian a driver. They thought nothing of children; never had intentions of having any. That is, until Haven became pregnant while having an affair. The man involved fled the scene of the crime, and she was left to pass off her unborn child as that of her husband.

Vana was never told of this, of course, until much later. So, for much of his life, he lived under the care of his supposed father in an unexpected turn of happiness. He was later joined by a younger sister, curiously named Nir. He was informed that it had been taken from a band from many years ago, and together they were Nirvana. He found this comical, and said nothing more.

He went through years of a somewhat devastatingly boring life, until the day he turned seventeen and everything went to hell. Well, he felt like it had gone to hell. It had been a seemingly normal day, colored with a blue sky and chirping birds. He woke up, ate, and then was presented with a cake as he usually was. Luckily for him, his birthday had fallen on a day that didn't involve going to school, and so he was left to his own devices at home. That, right there, was a very bad decision on the part of his parents.

People tend to do stupid things when they're feeling the high of priveledge. Vana decided that his stupid thing would involve his younger sister, who was also exempt for school. He doesn't remember what it was--she certainly doesn't--but it didn't end too well. He crippled his sister, as well as struck her with temporary memory loss. He remembers the realization on her face when she put two and two together, and didn't attempt to move her legs anymore. When she had to think about his name, and asked him who he was. It was, quite literally, the most destructive moment of his life.

From there, he spiraled downwards. He didn't bother with interactions anymore, didn't bother with feeling like he was much in the grand scheme of things aside from a horrendous human being. He rejected people, left himself out of things. Vana, to say the least, checked out from society as best he could.

When the time came for him to find work, he didn't push further than a guard. Being a manual worker would mean being stuck in a field or whatever with dozens of other people. They'd try to befriend him, try to talk. As a guard, he'd have only to shut his trap, do as he was ordered, and not have to worry about much else.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- haven gavaldi
  ▽ father -- gillian gavaldi
  ▽ sister -- nir gavaldi
[ external ]
  ▽ employer -- schreave family
  ▽ friends -- not likely
  ▽ enemies -- open

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[Leena]

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“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre



Name Sorin Epidias
Nickname Rin
Age 19
Birth/Location Rome
Relationship Status Single
Social Standing Caste 2
Time of Birth 7:21 pm
Occupation Illean Guard
Favorite Color Gray
Favorite Animal Stag
Favorite Flower None
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Traits
-Brave
-Strong
-Courageous
-Stubborn
-Hard headed
-Opinionated

Fancies
*Protecting the kingdom
*Having a sense of duty
*Drinking with his brethren
*Tournaments
*Pretty faces

Forgoes
*Seeking out his family
*Talking about or to his brother
*Doing anything that will go against the Crown
*Putting himself in sticky situations
*Fanciful clothes


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Sometimes we disappoint those that are closest to us, without even meaning to do so, just the choices we've made over time effect how the outcome of our lives play out. Young Sorin could never know that he would be one of the biggest disappointments of his family, he couldn't know with his first breath that he would be changing a family forever. The youngest, Sorin was to be the youngest of the Epidias family, the family of Romans were loud, and obnoxious, they were close and friendly. They took care of their own, and never made apologies for it. Helena and her husband, Keiran, had three other boys besides Sorin. Cato was the only one close to Sorin's age, he was four when Sorin was born, and stayed nearby while Sorin was still a baby. He helped his mother with things, he liked to think he was protecting his mother and the baby while his older brothers and father were out working and earning a living for the family. The Roman family moved to Illea when Sorin was just three years old, needing a change, or so they said. The real reasoning was that Sorin's father was joining the Northern rebels, but not officially. Him and his family would live in Angeles and be undercover for the Northern rebel group, reporting to them any findings they might happen upon while living in the city. Sorin was ignorant of it all, just a little tyke, and Cato didn't know anything either, their older two brothers, Jango and Marley though, they knew, and they were in on everything. Jango got a job as a royal guard, while Marley became a bakers assistant in the royal kitchens, making both of them very valuable to the Northern rebel group. Helena didn't agree with her husband allowing their sons to risk their lives so, but she didn't have much choice in the matter, and still had two boys to raise.

Cato was the one that Sorin looked up to, he was always tagging along after this particular brother. Cato never pushed Sorin away, or chastised him for following him, he welcomed his brother to tag along and help with things. He taught Sorin how to hunt and fish, he taught him what it was like to climb trees and skip rocks across a river, he showed Sorin that getting their mother flowers was the easiest way to get her to smile. The two boys were thick as thieves growing up. They were left in the dark about their families dealings with the rebels until Cato turned 14, that was when he was let in on the family secret. they needed Cato to actually leave, to join the rebellion, they needed more men. Cato was fully on board, he would do whatever his brothers and father told him to, and believed in the cause full heartedly. The only thing that he disliked about the whole thing was that he would be leaving his ten year old brother behind, and he wouldn't even be able to tell the little guy why. Sorin was thoroughly heart broken and confused when he was told that Cato was being sent away for a long spell, but that they would see each other now and again. Sorin had to be a big boy, and take care of their mother while Cato was away, this made Cato feel a little important, but he still felt like someone was taking away his other half as he watched his brother ride away, to who knows where. It was several months before Sorin heard word from Cato again, a letter came in for him from his brother, it was simple, short, to the point. Just letting Sorin know he was okay and that he was having a good time at a new 'job'. This kind of communication kept up for a few years, with Sorin being left in the dark.

Once he was 15 his family decided to reveal the truth of it all to him, Cato even made a special trip to Angeles to be there for it, which was risky. Sorin was the naïve, young and innocent brother that was kept in the dark for far too long if they had intended on having them on their team. Because after finding out Sorin flipped, he screamed, threw things, accused his family of being traitors. They only told him because they were all moving up north to be with the rebels officially, his older brothers had already quit their jobs at the palace. Sorin refused to go though, he told them no, he would not be joining them, but that he would be joining the Kings guard as soon as he was of age instead. Cato was surprised, the other two brothers and Sorin's father, were furious, his mother was understanding. Helena told the family to continue without them, that she would stay behind with Sorin and get everything sorted out. At first they said no, Cato tried reasoning with Sorin, but nothing was going to make the young boy budge on his views. He was loyal to the Crown, and he was ashamed of his family ties. After a few days of trying to get Sorin to change his mind, the family left, everyone but Helena. It broke Sorin to be at odds with his family, especially Cato, but there was nothing to be done about it. He could not stand beside them in this fight that they were choosing, his entire being told him it was wrong. Him and Cato had some very untoward words right before he left to return to the rebel camp. Sorin was in a daze after that, trying to just get through each day as he tried to handle the information that his family was a bunch of traitors. He followed through on his promise, at 17 he joined up with the Royal guard, leaving his mother in Angeles, where she decided to stay permanently, removing herself from the rest of the family just like Sorin had. Good thing too, because only a year after Sorin joined the guard he got word that there had been an attack made by the Northern rebels, and the Southern rebels had somehow gotten involved, Sorin's two eldest brothers were killed in the fight, along with their father. The only one that had remained was Cato, and there was no way for Sorin to see him, or the burial of his family. Because he was of the Kings guard now, and he had to stay strong in his own beliefs of what was right and wrong. the only reason he even knew about any of it was because Cato had sent a messenger to their mother, and on one of Sorin's visits to his mother, well she'd relayed the information. The years have gone by slowly, and Sorin misses his brothers terribly, and his father, though three of them are dead. He also misses the boy he grew up with, the boy he looked up to, Cato, and hopes that one day, perhaps they can reconcile.

The Relations
::Father, Keiran Deceased
::Mother, Helena Alive
-Brother, Jango deceased
-Brother, Marley deceased
-Brother, Cato Alive





“The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good, and how he treats people who can't fight back.”
― Abigail Van Buren





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[Leena]

Sorry Red I meant to do this before, APPROVED :P

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Approved!

[ʀᴇᴅ, lover of everyone]

「 alexander robbin tenney ∷ 19 ∷ male ∷ heterosexual ∷ 2 ∷ zander 」

█ ♧ ► ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ∷ mother, Leean (a.39) father, Cody (a.40) younger sister, Alexanderia "Lexi" (a.6)
█ ♣ ► ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs▾ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ∷ a guard or two▾they are all back in Whites
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〔 max schneider∷depths of the ocean black∷oak tree brown∷5’10”∷171 〕

he isn't the tallest, or the most attractive, he isn't the most anything really. Zander doesn't have much to him, both appearance wise and personality wise. he stands two inches under the six foot mark, and his muscles aren't big enough to brag about, but that's okay. who said you had to be tall and muscular to get a girl? what ever happened to the thin hotties!? but besides that, Zander has other good things to his appearance. like his dark curly hair, sitting nicely on his head. or the brown eyes, which would be very dark except you can always see a small twinkle of light. or maybe it's his smile, big and bright with slightly pointed teeth here and there. but whatever it is, you're going to find him attractive. sorry, not sorry
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♡║ cup of intelligant, teaspoon of charming and a dash full of clown, and you have Zander. expect some funny jokes and lots of laughs from this guy, as he cannot stop trying. he's just a determined person. which is okay, sometimes. at times it might be going towards the wrong things because Zander can often be pretty impulsive at times. Zander can also be pretty stubborn and he usually won't change his mind. at times he can be pretty quiet, which isn't the best, but that's okay. there's really not much else to say about this guy, except that you should totally consider dating his ass. just keep in mind he can get quite jealous.

♕║ "well there isn't much to say, but I guess I could tell you if you'd like to know. it all started not too long ago, on a warm summer's day. August fifteeth to be exact. a woman was in labor for what seemed like forever before she had her baby, but she couldn't have been happier. the baby had a good life ahead, born a four and an only child. he essentially had nothing to complain about. growing up was easy and simple for me. and quick, don't forget quick. i was an only child(at the time), so i tended to be the main focus in my parent's lives, besides their jobs. my father was a head chef for a popular restaurant and my mother was the owner of a hotel chain, so i guess you could say we had a couple of dollars or two. at a young age i was introduced to parties, and i loved them. especially the big ones. they were so much fun, and there was so much you can do—especially when no one was watching. and maybe that's why my first kiss came to me at the age of eight, but who knows. by the time high school rolled around, i basically was prepared to leave already. see, a lot of people were excited to have all these 'high school experiences', but me? well, i already had them. but no worries, i busied myself with parties on the weekends. it was going well. my parents were getting kind of bored with me, as all they seemed to care about was whether or not i was going to follow into one of their footsteps, so they had invested in having my younger sister. once i graduated high school, i decided to go be a guard instead. so i went off, and now i am here, living an okay life. i've been here for a bit, trying to be comfortable with my new surroundings, but now i have to admit i'm kind of bored. now, not trying to sound weird, but i had quite a few girlfriends in my past. it was nice, but i never felt that one connection with anyone, you know? eh, just hoping i meet them soon."
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◖ likes∷ the fam, making people laugh, big parties, drinking, taking walks and pda
◖ dislikes∷ small parties, when people are too shy, his jealousy, being forced to do things and people without a sense of humor
◖ fears∷ fire, dying alone, and small spaces

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[Leena]

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►Fυll Nαмe: Augusto Walsh
▸Nιcĸɴαмe: Auggie
►Fc: Bernardo Velasco
▸Bιrтн Plαce:
►Socιαl Sтαɴdιɴɢ: Caste 2, Royal Guard of Illea
▸Seхυαlιтy: Heterosexual
►Occυpαтιoɴ: Royal Guard
▸Aɢe: 29


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(Brief description)

⊰Mαιɴ Trαιтѕ
•Considerate
•Captivating
•Determined
•Vigilant
•Meticulous

Augusto Walsh is a fairly light hearted guy, he has a good sense of humor and has compassion to boot. He's the kind of guy that every mother wants for her daughter to marry, he knows how to work hard and then come home and be all soft and fuzzy. He's a wonderful father, always protective and loving towards his little girl Willa. He's not afraid to get down on the floor and play dolls with her, or to take her outdoors for some sort of parent approved activity. Sometimes he's fairly laid back enough to even leave Willa with Sybils mother, and he goes out with the guys, the other guards, and has a few drinks. Some say he's too good to be true, while others say he was just raised right, and has a big heart. With his past he's not too keen on letting anyone back into his heart just yet, but he does have the qualities of a wonderful boyfriend/husband, or just a great friend to do things with, as long as you don't mind little one tagging along with you.

⊰Fαvorιтeѕ
♥Willa
♥His job
♥Gathering with friends
♥Music

⊰Loαтнeѕ
✗Talking of his deceased wife
✗Willa crying
✗Liars
✗Cheats

⊰Forтeѕ
♥Parenting
♥Secret Keeping
♥Loyalty

⊰Deғιcιeɴcιeѕ
✗Overprotective(just a little bit)
✗Speaking his mind at the wrong time
✗Giving into pouting children

⊰Terrorѕ
✗Willa dying
✗Falling in love again(he's a little leery)
✗Manikins(they creep him out)

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Augusto, or Auggie, grew up in a family that did well for themselves, they owned a small book shop in Angeles, and were fairly popular. Were they rich? No, but they had enough money to get by on, and plenty of love to share. Things were fairly normal for him as he grew up, and he grew into a loving, fair, compassionate young man. At 18 he joined the Royal Guard, surprising his family to say the least, but it was something that he felt he would be good at. His mother told him that she'd miss him but she was proud of her son for wanting to protect his King and country, all in all Auggie's family supported his decision to make a new life at the palace, and promised to visit when they could, and he promised the same to them.

Once at the palace Auggie found himself surrounded with men that called him brother, and made him feel like he'd found a whole nother family. He didn't know friends could feel like this, or that he would ever become so attached to the men that he worked with, they were his brethren, and he'd readily die for any one of them. The first year was crazy busy with training, and learning about the palace, the ins, outs, secret passages, the procedures in case an attack happened. He not only bonded with the guards, but he met a girl, her name was Willow, and she liked to talk to Auggie when he was off. They started out having picnics together, then it went to horseback riding, and late night dinners, laying under the stars and discussing their dreams and expectations in life. Auggie never kissed her, but he held her hand, hugged, her and sometimes they cuddled when beneath the stars. One night beneath those stars he asked her to marry him, he was handsome and sweet, romantic, and loving when he proposed. She of course said yes, and they planned a small wedding at his families home. Their wedding was the first time the two kissed, and it was everything and more, Auggie did not regret waiting one bit. Afterwards he and his new wife went on a short honeymoon to Ireland, and after they got back he and she moved into a small family cottage they had for just such situations.

Willow was a maid, so she had a job at the palace as well, the two were both loyal to their jobs and their country. But when they weren't working then they were together, learning more about one another and keeping busy decorating their home, and working on the yard, enjoying each other in various ways, and spending time with one anothers families. It only took a few months and they found out that Willow was with child, they couldn't be happier. The thought of expanding their family made both mother and father excited. They both claimed they wanted a girl, Willow wanted a little one she could dress up and be best friends with, while Auggie wanted a little girl to treat like a princess and buy things for. They were in luck, when they went for the 6 month checkup they discovered that they were indeed having a girl, thus began the binge shopping of anything and everything pink. Auggie swore that he was going to puke if he had to buy one more thing pink by the time it was close to time for their little one to come into the world, he was half jesting of course. The nursery was gorgeous and all done by Willow, so by the time she went into labor, well everything and everyone was ready. One can never prepare for trauma, for things to go south, but it happens, and sometimes it happens to the best people.

Willow went into labor and Auggie all but dragged the royal doctor to his home, insisting that he come to their home and deliver the baby because that was what Willow wanted. The pregnancy apparently went smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary, a beautiful little girl was born and placed in her mothers arms, then placed in her fathers arms. Willow had a cough, so Augusto took their baby girl for the night in the living room, and the next morning when he went to give her the baby to nurse he found his wife's skin ashen, slick with sweat, she was running a fever and barely breathing. He called the doctor in and come to find out she had pneumonia, no one had caught it before, for some odd reason and it had progressed fast. It only took days, and she passed away, leaving a widowed husband and a child behind. Augusto was a mess afterwards, he lost his lover, his bestfriend, the one and only, or so he believed. His mother helped take care of Willa, their daughter, for an entire month after the funeral, but then she told her son he needed to get over it and move on, he'd had a proper time of mourning, now he had a little girl to raise and take care of.

That was all it took for him, the mention of Willa and her needing him. Augusto turned himself around, pushing his grief aside instead of letting it overtake him. The little girl with the wide eyes was his new main focus in life, so he threw himself into that. He took care of her, and the older she got the more they did together. When she was three he took her horseback riding for the first time and even began teaching her how to take care of a horse, grooming and all that entailed. She was a spunky little thing and when she learned to talk it was all about the questions, she questioned everything and everyone. Willa ran around the castle like she owned it, and the little one was not alone, she had a best friend Sybil, and another friend, Kenna. It was all a bit overwhelming sometimes, but he knew that it was just who she was, so he didn't chastise her too much. Augusto has a very hard time telling his little girl no, and he can't help but give in when the pouty face is played, most of the time. The one thing he's been repeating no about it teaching her how to shoot a gun, he believes she has no reason to learn this since he plans on protecting her for the rest of her life.

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Relαтιoɴѕ
➤Daughter: Willa Walsh

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Fαтαlιтιeѕ
➤Deceased wife: Willow Walsh

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A Recollecтιoɴ
Her laughter rang through the air, and I couldn't help the thudding of my heart, it felt like it might burst out of my chest with love. This girl, woman, person, was the love of my life and this, this was our wedding night. Willow was dancing in the arms of my best man, so pretty, and happy, I can safely say that she's made me the happiest man on earth. I walk onto the dance floor and interrupt, I took her into my arms and danced with her myself, her eyes were looking up into mine, love obviously there. I couldn't help but lean down and kiss her, and then whisper sweet things in her ear, it would be a night to remember, one that I would look over in my mind for the rest of my life, and even tell my daughter about.


Plαylιѕт
♬Nothing Lasts Forever
♬When She was Mine

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Awww omg he's approved of course!! It's so sad, but I can't wait to get Willa done and have her chill with hot dad <3

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((Nah Eli it doesn't Cx they literally made a "Dead Parents Club" but yeah it's lucky for them in a way bc they don't know what they're missing, the just know what their parents say? It's so sad though, someone give this hot dad some love))

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

"Sometimes I wonder what the point is. Just... to anything. And then I look at you, my own lucky leprechaun."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Ryan
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Lucas
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Kavanaugh
Name Meanings:
↳ Ryan, American, meaning "Little King", Ryan, Irish, meaning "Kingly"
↳ Lucas, American, meaning "Light"
↳ Kavanaugh, Irish, Derived from the Irish Gaelic name Caomhánach, which means "a student of Caomhan".
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Ry, Luke, Kava. Mostly just goes by Ryan or whatever ridiculous thing people call him.

Agє: 22
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: November 18th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Born and raised in Angeles, Illea.



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: No one, so far.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single.



"What can I say? For such a tiny girl, she's hard to ignore."

Ƈαѕтє: He was born a five, a magician. But he became a six when he went to work at the palace as a guard.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Caucasian, Illean.
Occυραтιση: Guard
Face Claim: Jake Abel

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Ryan is a good looking man. He's tall, at 6'1, with long legs, an athletic, toned body, but not bulky. Definitely fit, though, with a tan on good days. He has size 9 feet, as well. He has cool blue eyes, sometimes which look green in certain lights. To match the typical blue eyed blonde look, he has blonde hair, not too short but not long either, styled perfectly for his head. He has a chiseled face, good genes, and he has a beauty mark on his chin.

"Oh, sugar. You haven't known all these years? You're definitely eye candy. Blonde, pretty blue eyes, devil-may-care attitude? You're the poster child, stud." ~ Quote by Callum O'Callaghan upon meeting him.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: He hates formal dressing. Hates it. Will not wear a tux if his life depended on it. He prefers wearing boots, jeans, and a loose shirt that he can roll the sleeves up to his elbows on. He dresses simply. Also, he enjoys being barefoot. In bed he wears nothing but loose sweat pants that hang on his hips.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Ryan is a mix of cynicism, spite, and charm all rolled into one. He's cynical, stubborn, and often blunt. Some might think he's a grouch, but he just likes to act that way so people leave him alone. He's a good guy, at heart, but if he let anyone believe that, he wouldn't be himself. He was raised with good morals, a clear sight of right and wrong, some things worse or better than others. He has a good sense of humor, with a sharp tongue, and an endearing way of treating others. He's affectionate to those he loves, in the 'pick on you because he loves you' type of way. He's the guy who has nicknames for people, the guy who high fives random strangers, the guy who volunteers to sit at the kiddies table because he doesn't mind. He's the guy that acts grumpy when you ask him to show you a card trick, but as soon as it makes you smile, he's in a good mood. He's clever and witty, with a carefree, let the chips fall where they may, attitude. He's sweet, and caring, with particular softness towards those he loves and children. But he has his flaws too. He has a temper, and if he's really angry about something he will yell, and possibly punch a wall. He'd never intentionally harm someone, but a temper is bad enough. He also is very prideful, but he's not an idiot. He knows when he does something wrong and he knows when to apologize. So Ryan has a very distinctive personality between being cynical and slightly like a jerk, to being kind and slightly childish and loving. He's also fiercely loyal and protective, as well as thoughtful and considerate. He also has an extraordinary amount of patience, and his temper only really flares up when he feels strongly about something, but most things he lets pass.



Lιкєѕ: Magic, His Personal Time, Training, His Job, Reading, Music.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Rude People, People Who Waste His Time, People Who Hurt Those He Loves, Children (it's his fear to have his own children because he fears he'll fail as a father), Rain, Cold Weather, Dancing, Death, Funerals.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Formerly being a magician, he's good at magic, sleight of hand tricks, all that stuff. Even though he claims to hate dancing, he's an extremely good dancer. He can also eat flames and swallow swords, some tricks he learned and doesn't like letting people know, because then they pester him to do it. He also is interested in surfing, even though he's never been. And scuba diving.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: He's physically strong and skillful in fighting. He also is good at making decisions in hard moments, and being soft and gentle when he knows he has to be.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: His pride, those he loves, his fears, his temper.

Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.



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Mother: Theresa Kavanaugh, Status: Alive. Theresa and Ryan are close but not warmly close. She's kind of more like a coach or friend than a mother. But they exchange letters and hug each other, so it's all good. She's part of a dancing team with her husband, Derek. She's a quiet woman, reserved, professional, who loves her dancing more than her own life. Very graceful, and very hard working. She never said so, but Ryan always got the impression she was disappointed in him for choosing magic rather than dancing or singing or some other art. But he didn't have any talent for anything else, so she tolerated it. FC: Cameron Diaz



Father: Derek Kavanaugh, Status: Alive. Ryan's father and him have a bit of a strained relationship. Derek was a professional dancer, part of a team dancing show with his wife, Theresa. He's a structured man who believes in discipline and routine. He and Ryan differed on multiple things, and he worked Ryan hard growing up. So they aren't the closest, but Ryan respects his father more than anyone, and is always searching for his approval. FC: Derek Hough.



Little Brother: Jesse Kavanaugh, Status: Alive. Jesse is Ryan's younger brother. Nineteen years old, he's a singer, nothing big yet, just casual things in their town, but professionally when he has the bigger gigs. He's very close to Ryan, though he hates that Ryan got pulled into being in the Illean military and serving the royals as a palace guard. Jesse is a hothead who despises most royals, and he can be a moody mess. But he loves his brother. FC: Jesse McCartney



Pet Rabbit: Nigel was born to a family of bunnies that Ryan's family owned, and Ryan took Nigel with him when he became a guard, after making sure it was okay. Nigel, despite having a boy's name, is actually a female. Ryan assures everyone that she's very sensitive to people referring to her as a boy.



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Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Callum & Cassidy. Otherwise other guards, maids, advisors, and diplomats.



"Has it ever occurred to you that you're not totally sane?" ~ to Callum, during roleplay

Ɛηємιєѕ: None, so far. Maybe rebels.

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Orange, Brown, Green
Favorite Flower: Does he look like the type of guys that cares about flowers?
Favorite Foods: He likes soup, sandwiches, and salad, strangely enough. But he also likes junk food, pizza included.
Favorite Constellation: Again, he doesn't really care, so he doesn't have a favorite.
Birthstone: Topaz
Birth Sign: Scorpio
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Losing the girl he loves, not being able to protect those he loves, being defined by others, being trapped in a cage of a life, fear of commitment, fear of fatherhood, failing.
Flaws: His tendency to be blunt and rude, his temper, his reluctance to ever have children.
Theme Song: Fool's Game by This Century

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Part Two of Two

<< Ryan's answer for everything.

Ryan Kavanaugh's History:

Ryan had a normal childhood, or at least as normal as a Five could have, but it had its bumps too. His mother and father were a dancing team, and they made okay money but they never made it big time. So Ryan lived the life of a five. There were times they didn't make any money, times they starved. Times his mother and father gave up their food for their two sons. It wasn't uncommon for a young, hungry Ryan to tug on his mother's sleeve, blue eyes full of fear, asking her if they would have dinner that night. Or for him to walk into his parent's bedroom and see his mother and father so thin, their bones jutted out of their skin in a sickly way. Winters were particularly hard, which has led to Ryan's dislike of cold weather. He loved rain because that was a water source for his family that could be filtered and drank for free, but snow just made him remember hard times. All these bad times made him never wish to be a father himself. He's scared he'll mess it up, that he'll be a bad father. That he'll push his kids like his father pushed him, or that he won't be able to provide for his kids. No, he's certain he isn't good enough to be a father. But let me back up a little, to his parents.

Theresa was a two, an actress who was particularly fond of dancing. She was an only child, her parents both famous and always too busy for her. So she was raised by servants, particularly her nurse maid. Derek, however, had an entirely different childhood. He was one of eight brothers, in a family of fives that could barely feed themselves. He grew up much like his sons did, fighting to survive. Out of his family, he was the youngest, the runt of the litter who had to prove himself. They were all talented singers and artists, and he preferred dance. It was pure chance that he performed at Theresa's seventeenth birthday party and the two clicked. She loved him, she loved his dancing, and there was no question in her mind she wanted to marry him. At the time, she didn't care about being a Five. Maybe because she didn't realize how hard it was to live so close to the bottom. Or maybe she wanted to rebel against her absent parents. They didn't know she spent six months dating a Five, nor did they know when she married him. All they got was a note delivered by her nanny claiming she was married, the paperwork was done, and she was no longer their daughter. Within a few months, she was pregnant with her first born, Ryan.

Ryan was a trouble child. Not at first, maybe. He was a quiet baby, never made much fuss. However, he was much more difficult growing up. Ryan is the kind of person who gets easily frustrated when he feels helpless. Growing up, he saw his parents dance for hours, practicing routines for shows just to have money for him to eat and go to school. It was hard to watch them, and he acted out because of it. Always getting into fights at school, being fussy, skipping meals as if it made it better. His parents had a handful with him. He went to a multi-caste school, so whenever a two or three, or even a four made fun of him for being a poor five or choosing to skip lunch, he had such a temper. It wasn't uncommon for him to start a fight and get thrown into the principal's office for it. Though, as he got older he gained a shell of sorts, and didn't let as much bother him. Making him come off as rather grumpy, the strong silent type. Even so, people marked him as trouble.

As a kid, his parents tried to figure out what skills Ryan had that he could make a living on. They tried everything from art, to music, to poetry, to dance. But alas, he sucked. Except for poetry, which he had some skill in, but that wasn't a money maker. The only other thing he was interested in was magic. Pulling bunnies out of hats, card tricks, vanishing acts, flower bouquets. He was extremely interested and talented in stuff like that, sleight of hand tricks. His parents, particularly his father, was disappointed. He called it cheap trickery, and didn't think it would be enough to feed the family. Better left off as a hobby, he said. He even suggested that Ryan would make a better pickpocket with his sleight of hand tricks than he would a magician. Ryan was... a disappointment, to say the least. The only one that supported his magic was his pet rabbit, Nigel. Who is in fact, a girl. For a long time they tried to get him into something else, like dancing. They would work for hours, making Ryan practice until his body ached. And he was never good enough for his perfect dancing parents. It didn't help that he had no interest in being a dancer, but they just claimed he was being lazy. Finally they focused on his younger brother and let him be a magician, working birthdays and other events, or performing for tips on street corners.

Three years after Ryan was born, his parents had Jesse. Jesse was their baby boy, their pride and joy. Enough of Ryan's disappointments, they focused on Jesse, their star. Part of Ryan always was a little jealous of his little brother for this, but he didn't mind once they were older. Let them spoil Jesse, Ryan thought. He didn't care. At least they left him alone and stopped pressuring him to find something other than magic tricks. Jesse was gifted, blessed with a good voice. It was clear early on he would be a singer, and he thrived because of it. Jesse could be arrogant and hot headed, rebellious like Ryan with none of his restraint. The two brothers often acted as if they disliked each other, always fighting and rough housing and competing. Mostly because Jesse would challenge Ryan and poke his buttons and Ryan would get sick of him and show him not to bother him. Even so, they were close. Ryan was loyal and protective of his little brother, and Jesse worshipped him. Often Jesse felt like his future had been decided because of his talent with singing. It made him angry, and he envied Ryan's attitude of doing whatever he wanted. Ryan was his role model.

Like all lower caste families, his parents wanted a girl so they could have her marry up into a higher caste. Unfortunately, they had to make do with sons. Even so, they talked their son's up all the time, trying to get them an upper caste girl. Ryan was set up countless times, as was Jesse. Both boys didn't really care too much for it. Jesse was a bit of a tsundere. Bashful, quiet, not really good around girls. Many loved him for his voice and good looks, and he had many girls even from higher castes trying to gain his attention. But Jesse was young, still is, and hadn't found a girl who was interested in him beyond his singing and good looks. Ryan was a different story. He just didn't care. His parents wanted him to court a pretty girl? Sure, fine, whatever. He didn't find any of them particularly interesting, but he didn't think highly of 'true love' and hadn't tried much to find it. After all, his mother was miserable as a five. Often he heard his parents fighting growing up, arguing so much the walls of the house shook. He used to leave the house or sit on the roof with Nigel just to avoid their bickering. The way he saw it, any girl he would be with would have the same docile relationship. He just... gave up on trying to make anything work.

So he spent time with these set ups. They all wanted him for his rugged good looks and devil may care attitude. Often he dragged the girls to his room and the next day they'd sneak out, walking funny, starry eyed from their encounter. He deflowered many a girl in his neighborhood, with no care what the consequences may be. It was a frisky little waste of time, something to get his blood pumping and make his skin hot. He didn't have anything better to do, way he saw it. The girls he really liked were the ones he didn't sleep with right away. Particularly a brunette girl named Amberly, after the old Queen, was one of them. That was one of his more serious relationships. She was a pretty, wholesome little thing, pure as silk. She'd never danced with a boy like Ryan, and he rocked her world. She was totally different than his usual type, but there was a certain point where he knew he had to settle down. He was a five, there was a life to follow. He would get a paying job, marry a good girl, have a few kids, and try to make his kids thrive in life and marry up if they could. That was his fate. So he got engaged to this girl, Amberly. His mother was ecstatic, as she was a four and her family was well off. His father clapped him on the back and told him well done. Ryan, who shockingly hadn't slept with Amberly like his other trysts, was pretty resigned.

<< One of his few kisses with Amberly, in the rain. She enjoyed it more than he did, though he did put his best effort into it.

That was when he changed things. One of his friends got drafted and started telling Ryan how upsetting it was, leaving to die. Sure, pay was nice, but boys hated being drafted, at least usually. And Ryan made the stupid comment of, 'I'd trade places with you if I could.' His friend and him just laughed it off, but that night, the night before his wedding, he was seriously thinking about it. What if he went to be a soldier? He was a good fighter, he knew that. And he'd get out of this marriage to a ditzy brunette he knew he didn't love. AND his parents would finally get off his back about his magic, because he'd be a two, getting paid well and fighting for it. Sure, he could die but... when had that ever stopped him before? Over night, his mind opened up. Boys who were drafted could have someone go in their place who was the same age. He could take his friend's place... It was an odd possibility, but a possibility non-the-less.

Everyone was shocked when he left his bride at the altar with nothing more than a wave and a 'Have a good life'. His parents were outraged, his brother was angry and upset that Ryan was leaving home to be a soldier. More afraid for him, than anything, but also a little jealous that he'd be the higher caste who got paid well. His friend was grateful. Within a day Ryan had volunteered and was shipped off to the academy. Now he's three years into his four year draft. He writes home regularly and sends most of his pay to his family.

Turns out, things worked out well. Ryan was such a good student at the academy that he graduated top of his class and was one of five in his year that got sent to the palace as a palace guard, the highest position he could get. His friend ended up marrying Amberly, having comforted her after Ryan left for his draft. Amberly is currently pregnant, happily so, living the life as an artist Five. Things worked, and he's happy as a guard. He took Nigel with him, of course. He can even go visit his family, since they live in Angeles and the royal palace is in Angeles. He's never far from home. Though admittedly, he doesn't visit as much as he should. It's not a bad existence... Especially since it leads to him meeting a very pretty freckled redhead princess.

<< Ryan and his brother on a pretend 'stakeout'.

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➥ Part One

━ ❝ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀyꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏʟᴅᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏʟᴅ ━━ ━ ━━━ ━


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◆ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ➝ Renley was born in Angeles, Illea the youngest son of Harry and Louise Claridge. His father was a palace guard and his mother one of the palace interior designers. Renley's brother was also a guard. Both his parents have retired and Renley now lives at the palace full time.
◆ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ➝ Renley is a caste 2 palace guard, maintaining the high up status of his parents and the same caste as the other guards, he considers himself lucky. Within the guard rankings he is considered quite highly though he is still yet to earn his stripes amongst the men.
◆ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➝ Renley is a palace guard, trained within Angeles by his father and older brother. Renley loves his work and could never envision doing anything else with his time. He's dedicated to protecting the royals and the people of Illea through his work or however else he can.
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Renley is typically attractive with a shock of dark hair, bright blue eyes and a rather rugged appearance. His hair is naturally curly like that of his fathers, almost black in colour and worn long in a messy style. Renley doesn't tend to do anything with his hair he just wakes up and goes. His features are very classic, a long straight nose, strong jaw and sculpted lips. Renley is considered rather attractive by the opposite sex though he doesn't let this affect his judgement. Renley has blue eyes which make his appearance quite striking, their a bright sky blue which contrast with the dark of his hair. In body Renley is physically fit, lean and muscular though quite compact. His skin is pale and marked with a handful of scars attained from him time on the battle field.
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ~ 5"11
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ~ lean and muscular
ʜᴀɪʀ ~ dark, curly
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ~ blue
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ~ chiselled
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ~ pale
ɪᴍᴩᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ~ scar across his chest
━ ❝ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴩʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ━━━━ ━━ ━━━━ ━━ ━━

━ ━━ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ʙᴀʀʀᴇʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴᴇ, ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪɴᴇ ❞ ━
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Renley has all the makings of a weathered soldier, he knows the ins and outs of battle, the best way to approach an enemy and how to think like the opposition. Renley is very intelligent having been raised by a soldier and a doctor respectively. He's a quick thinker and knows how to work his way around a problem. Renley is highly logical and has a strong approach to problem-solving and dealing with threats. Underneath his smart and smarmy exterior Renley is particularly kind, he has a bit of a soft spot for people in need, especially damsels in distress and likes to offer his help where he can. He's not afraid to be kind unlike many soldiers who feel that a rough and cold exterior is beneficial to the cause. Aside from this Renley isn't afraid to take on any challenge, he will face every obstacle with the same determined and yet stubborn outset. He's not one to give up without a fight and will almost certainly take up any challenge he is offered no matter how dangerous. As smart as he is Renley is also incredibly charming, he has a winning smile and the kind of eyes that can draw any woman in. He's a bit of a flirt and likes to use his quiet duty days to chat with the house maids and the attendants. It's all sport to him but Renley enjoys it all the same.

Renley is very empathetic to the feelings of others, having experienced tragedy himself he's learnt how to deal with grief and offers his advice to others were he can. His loss at a relatively young age is one of the things that both motivates him and holds him back. Renley's brother Aston was his idol and his death has made Renley a better soldier but a more distant person. Loyalty is one part of Renley that is unquestionable. He cares deeply for his family and his country, doing everything he can to protect them. Renley knows that he would lay down his life in order to serve his country and wouldn't hesitate to do as the King asks. Renley's confidence is one of his questionable traits. It's not arrogance as such but Renley does possess a large degree of self assurance. He knows what he's good at and he's not afraid to be a bit of a show off. Renley can be seen as being something of a showman, not afraid to jest for sport or take up a fight as a challenge against another.


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Renley is the second born son of Caste 2 palace guard and a renowned neurosurgeon. Renley's has a brother, Ashton that is two years older and was also trained as a guard like their father. Renley grew up in a large english style town house set just outside of the Illean Palace. His father often worked long shifts on guard duty so it made sense for the family to live so close. Renley was an energetic child, forever chasing Ashton about the house or out riding his horse through the brooke. He placed a lot of trust in his older brother and it was Ashton that Renley always looked up to. Both boys were highly ambitious and their days spent sword fighting with sticks in the garden soon flourished into dreams of joining the palace guard. Their father was overjoyed at this. Harry had always wanted to see his sons follow in his footsteps, Renley's mother Louise had her concerns though. For her husband had come home many a time wielding injuries or tales of his comrades that had fallen prey to the rebels. Still this did very little to discourage the boys.

Ashton was the first to join the training program, two years later an eager Renley followed in his brother's footsteps. He was sixteen, stronger and faster than most boys his age and ready to succeed in his post. The two boys would spend their time sparring together, Ashton would always win but Renley definitely showed potential. The two brother's were very close and would spend most of their time together, training, drinking or partying. It was about a year and a half into Renley's training when Ashton was sent on a scout mission to the southern rebel camp. Renley had wanted to go but the team was already formed and he was required at the palace instead. That was the last mission Ashton ever went on, the team were caught out by the rebels and the leader had them killed. As a final sick twist the rebels returned the guards bodies in pieces. Renley never saw his brother again, never saw that smile or fought him on the palace lawns. He was heartbroken, distraught and filled with a need for revenge.

He never sought it though. To cope, Renley through himself into his training, working to be the best soldier he could possibly be. As time went on the hole his brother had left was never filled but Renley had come one of the most highly regarded soldiers at the palace. He never forgot his plan for revenge. But Renley intends to bide his time, to wait until the rebels are weak and then use his opportunity to strike. It has been over five years since Ashton's death and no one would know of the loss he had suffered by looking at him. Renley keeps his tragedies to himself, intending to continue his work for the good of the royal family and the country of Illea.

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♔ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Harry Joseph Claridge
➝ status: unknown
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇
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♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Louise Jodie Claridge nee Sinclair
➝ status: alive
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
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♗ ♕ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Aston Charles Claridge
➝ status: deceased
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆
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◆ɪᴍᴩᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs
➝ His brother's knife
➝ A sliver chain he wears around his neck
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━ꜱᴩɪʀɪᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀʀᴍᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀɪᴄ ᴩʀᴏᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ❞ ━

[ʀᴇᴅ, lover of everyone]

approved ((officially in love with him))

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

"Why don't people do what they want? I certainly do. If I saw someone and thought 'Well I'd love to kiss her', I'll go do it. I'm sure she'd thank me for it, I'm a good kisser. See my point? Carpe Diem, baby."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Kristen
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Dana
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Harper
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Kris.

Agє: 20
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: April 6th.
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: She isn't actually sure, she's moved a lot in her life.

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Homosexual.
Ƈяυѕн: None.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single.

Ƈαѕтє: Six, though for a while she was in eight as a runaway before she came to the palace.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean.
Occυραтιση: Guard.

Face Claim: Kristanna Loken

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Kristen has model beauty. She's 5'9, perfectly fit, slender, lightly muscled. She has tan skin, almost completely unblemished. She has C-cup breasts, size 10 feet. Her hair, long and often curly, is a blonde. But more of a sun-kissed blonde than plain blonde. She has beautiful jade green eyes. She doesn't focus too much on her appearance, but she knows she's beautiful and she works it.
Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: She wears her guard uniform, mostly, but she can rock a pair of jeans and a tank top with heels. She also looks great in lingerie, but that's something not many people know. She knows how beautiful she is, so when she can get away with it she'll wear slutty clothes, just because she can.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Kristen is very tomboyish. She's been raised to believe that a girl can do anything a guy can do, and she lives by that. She's daring, brave, intelligent, and independent. She's not stubborn at all unless she's truly passionate about something, otherwise she's calm, very passive-aggressive. Kris is patient, caring, and nurturing. However, she can come off a little crude because she's a very sexual woman and passionate. She speaks her mind, unafraid of what people think of her. Kris is also a very jealous person when it comes to relationships. Her easy nature and great self-discipline helps her stay back, but it tears her up to watch someone she loves with another person, and it actually makes her self-destructive. Like say she saw someone she loved with someone else, she'd go out and have sex with someone she doesn't love, or get drunk, or do drugs and get high, just to keep her mind off the person she actually loves. Kris is also very rough around the edges, she doesn't mind getting dirty, and she'll rough house with any guy who claims that because she's a girl, she's not good enough. But she's also very vivacious and loves the fun side of life. It takes her some time to be serious about things, but she'll come around and be serious if the stakes are high enough. All in all, Kris has a very soft, flirty, girly side but she's strong too, and she shows it in the way she interacts with other people.



Lιкєѕ: Cute girls, hot girls, sexy girls, girls who fight rough, roleplaying (in bed), ice cream on hot days, Selections, fighting, training, killing rebels, Secrets, Thrills, Taking Risks.
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Break Ups, Cheaters, Nightmares, Serious Discussions, Rebels.
Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Sledding, Skating, Training, Sparring, Sex, Kissing, Cuddling, Jogging, Fighting, being in Battle, Drinking, Sex, Hanging out with her Friends or Brothers, Sword Fighting, Gymnastics, Wood Carving, Dangerous Stunts, oh and did I mention Sex?
Sтяєηgтнѕ: Her courage, her strategic mind for battle, and the fact she'll never give up on something or someone she has passion for.
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Her self-destructive tendencies, her hot headed jealousy, her speaking her mind with no thought of consequence.

Hιѕтσяу: Kris led a simple life. Her parents had worked for the royal family before, her mother a maid, her father a guard. They'd had a simple romance before they married, and then came Kristen's brothers. Four of them. Dylan, Derrick, Danny, and Donny. Talk about being out numbered. Kris's mother died when she was four, from an illness they couldn't afford the cure to. So she grew up in a household of all boys. She saw the disgusting parts of them, the rough parts of them, everything. She never had many girls to hang out with, but after a while she didn't mind. Kris had always been a rough, outgoing child anyway. She loved horse riding, sword fighting, any activity with her brothers. She was a wild child once she got older. Drinking, having sex with strange girls and even guys (before she found out she preferred the finer sex), staying out late. She was a little bit of a party girl, despite having no money to do so. She wasn't always a lesbian, surprisingly. Kris is one of those people who knows who she is, she knows it so well, but in love she didn't. She hadn't discovered herself in that aspect, yet. So she dated a couple of guys. I mean, her brothers all got girlfriends eventually, and her three eldest brothers got married. But she found that guys were... well, boring. She just didn't like them, she never had deep feelings for any guy she ever dated. It wasn't until a pregnancy scare, that turned out negative, that she stopped dating men. A friend of hers, who was a lesbian, asked her out, and she discovered how dating is supposed to feel like. She worked small jobs, had a couple girlfriends within a couple years. All her girlfriends were... strange. Girls that most called oddities. Dyed hair, piercings, tattoos, slutty clothing, weird hobbies. They were all girls she cared about, however, and she was with some of them for quite a while. She got into military work fairly young, enlisting in the Illean Navy and quickly rising through the ranks. After four years, her term ended with no major injuries, but she hadn't enlisted again too fast, wanting to spend a year homebound. However, she finally got her ideal job as a guard at the palace. Leaving home, now is her first year at the palace. And during the selection, too. Lots of responsibility. She's currently between girlfriends. She also mails letters to her brothers constantly, they're really close, though her father died a while back in a plane crash.



ƑαмιƖу: Plenty, she comes from a big family. Her parents are dead but she has four big brothers. Dylan, Derrick, Danny, and Donnie. All D names, and all of them have K middle names, so they all share the initials D.K.H. She was meant to be named Dana but they messed up her birth certificate so her first name became what should have been her middle name, Kristen, and her middle name became Dana, giving her the initials K.D.H. She also has some nieces and nephews, but they're all young yet and she hasn't seen much of them.
Ƒяιєηɗѕ: None yet, open.
Ɛηємιєѕ: None, open.

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Gray, Brown, and Lavender.
Favorite Flower: Calla Lilies.
Favorite Foods: Cake. Specifically wedding cake. She eats like there's no tomorrow, and never gains any weight. Every girl in existence knows a girl like that, and is jealous.
Favorite Constellation: Not specifically a constellation, but her favorite star is Bellatrix, one of Orion's brightest stars. Bellatrix means female warrior. Kris always claimed if she ever had kids (Quote from her "Pfft, like that would ever happen"), she'd name her first daughter Bellatrix. Trix for short, or Bella. She's always liked the name Bella or Belle, but she isn't sure she'd want to name her daughter that, so she compromised with Bellatrix. Deep down, Kris does want kids someday but she's a lesbian and she can't be pregnant and not be married, or she'd be killed. Plus, she'd never marry a man just to have kids, she'd rather die first.
Birthstone: Diamond (Also her favorite jewel for Jewelry, with her second favorite being rubies)
Birth Sign: Aries
Birth Element: Fire
Fears: Losing someone she loves (both by death and by them being with someone else), Burning alive, being Executed, being whipped and sent to live as an Eight.
Flaws: Her biggest flaw is her self destructive tendencies.
Theme Song: I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry (I know this is a stereotypical lesbian song but it fits her so.)

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“Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is as cruel as the grave.”
-Song of Solomon 8:6, KJV



Basic Details

Ƒιrst Name: Lasair
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Xander
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Lewis
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Doesn’t have any, but wouldn’t mind one.

Agє: 24
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: November 14th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: His home.

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Open-minded Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: None
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single as a Pringle

Ƈαѕтє: Two
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Englishman, White.
Occυραтιση: Guard
Face Claim: Aaron Taylor-Johnson

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Height: 6 ft
Weight: 190 (Mostly muscle)
Hair: His is dark brown, a mess of curls. His hair cut can vary from short, medium, and long curly hair. Currently, it is short. Usually messy, in a cute way.
Skin: Tanned
Eye Color: A pacific sea blue.
Style: On duty, he is in his uniform as a guard. Off duty, he’s usually found in a comfortable cotton shirt or button up shirt with some jeans on. When fancy, he puts on a tuxedo.
Special Markings/Scars: He has cigar burns on his lower neck from his father, and scars on the inside of his arm that he usually hides.


ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:

Lasair is a very sweet young man. He is extremely easygoing, always with a smile on his face, and never fails to hold some form of humor. He has a very open heart, one of his fatal flaws, and is accepting of almost everyone. His loyalty is unwavering, though he is trustworthy of all, his innocence refreshing to the mind. The guard has a strong sensitivity towards children, very loving and affectionate towards them, like an adorable big brother. To those whom are less fortunate that he, there is such a sincere concern for their well-being in his eyes. He lacks the emotion of hatred, finding the good in everyone. Alas, if you do get on his bad side, it is one of the most unnerving, most bone-chilling things that can happen. He’s only ever been angry once in his life, and it didn’t end well.

Lιкєѕ:
-Children
-Art
-Music
-Friends
-Selflessness

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
-Controling attitudes
-Taking Advantage of others
-Cigars/Cigarettes
-Pessimism

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Lasair absolutely loves to draw in his free time, looking to improve quite a bit but doing rather well. He is good at singing, but doesn’t show it. He has an interest in the art of knife throwing, finding it quite interesting. Other than that, he doesn’t really have a lot.

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
-His open heart
-His loyalty
-His kindness
-His accent (British)
-His ability to read others
-His intelligence
-Children


Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
-His trustworthiness (Trusts to easily)
-Cigars/Cigarettes/Fire (Anything that can burn)
-Thunderstorms (Lightning mostly)
-Turtles (Don’t ask)
-Good food (A sucker for red velvet cake)

Hιѕтσяу:
The bottom of the food-chain is where Lasair was born and raised. His mother, Haylen James, was a young waitress, working in a small diner around a less populated area of the kingdom. His father, Matthew Lewis, was a construction worker, living close to said diner and visiting almost everyday, not just for the apple pie. His eyes were focused on a sweet treat known as Haylen, showing up to the diner for a good conversation and a good meal, always giving extra tips for her. Ms. Haylen obliged, offering the sweetest of remarks, complimenting and talking with the young man. Soon these conversations turned into long walks through the town, movie nights, and perhaps even a home-cooked meal. This of course lead to the ring on Mrs. Haylen Lewis’ finger.

With a marriage comes a life of adventures afterwards. Such a loving pair of people were bound and determined to create more loving beings, which they did. About three years after their marriage, out popped adorable little Lasair, all cleaned up and ready to explore. With his limits of being the son of a Caste 6 and a Caste 7, he made the best out of what he had. Unable to get really any education, his parents tried the best possible to teach him and gather as much information as possible, making sure he knew at leasts the basics and maybe even a little more. They wanted to make something of the boy, to make sure he had a future rather than just staying in the lowest castes.

Despite somewhat of financial struggles, theft and the occasional bike accident (took awhile for Lasair to learn how to ride), life was good. Loving family, caring parents, all out good life. Of course, nothing can be good, can it?

It was right after Lasair’s 8th birthday, maybe a few weeks. His mother had announced her pregnancy with a new child maybe a week after his birthday, which was exciting to him, since he’d always wanted a younger sibling. His father had recently gotten a promotion, which put more food on the table, bringing him quite a bit of joy, as he did love food. More happy times in the Lewis family. Not a week after all was said and done, a call was received.

Funerals weren’t meant for cute eight year olds, happy eight year olds, especially if it was his own father. His mother was so filled with grief, yet she tried in vain to hide back her tears in order to comfort her child(ren). Mr. Matthew Lewis had been in an accident at work, an explosion that was quite gruesome, that ended up taking his life. With heavy hearts and sad eyes, they tried their best to give him the best funeral they could offer, sadly needing money to have a ceremony worth the community to attend, so it was just them and a priest.

His family was no longer happy after that. His mother struggled with bills plus with the stress of the baby, changing the woman once before. In order to try and relieve some stress, Lasair got a job working as a mover, helping others and making a decent pay, enough to help his family get by. When the baby was born, he had to take on about four jobs, trying to support and become the man, since they did lack a manly figure in the house. And with all of his work, his mother needn’t worry about him, just about the newest member of the Lewis’, Mason Lewis.

One night, Lasair came home to a new man in the house. A grubby gutter-cleaner, attractive in the face but with a bad attitude, Mr. Darrel Hollis. This meeting progressed into a stepfather-stepson relationship.

Everything went downhill. Lasair ended up having to quit two of his jobs to tend to Mason, as his mother was working and having to put up with Darrel. The man might’ve had a job, but it didn’t offer any benefits to his family. Rather than just having a crappy job, the man decided to make it worse. The creep would do things to his mother that he couldn’t stop, only get the backlash of. If he tried to bring it up, he was backhanded and sent to his room. When his mother was away at work, Darrel decided it would be fun to play a little game called, “How many burns till the baby screams?” Burns from a cigar, every day as his mother was away, sometimes writing words in Lasair’s skin for fun. The poor child received twice as many because he refused to let Darrel get ahold of his younger sibling. It didn’t stop at that though.

One day, he decided to do better for his family and himself. He attempted convincing his mother to come with him to the palace, to let him and Mason become guards so they could escape, but she had fallen so bitter, so deep down into depression, she disagreed. She wouldn’t let him take Mason anywhere. So with great regrets, he left. He is currently a guard at the palace.
(Gosh I suck with backstories)

ƑαмιƖу:

Mason Lewis (Unknown)



Haylen James-Lewis (Near death)



Darrel Hollis (Alive)



Matthew Lewis (Deceased)



Ƒяιєηɗѕ:
All of the guards.

Ɛηємιєѕ:
None so far

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: A crimson red.
Favorite Flower: Peony
Favorite Foods: Anything edible, truthfully.
Favorite Constellation: Cetus
Birthstone: Scorpio
Birth Sign: ?
Birth Element: Air
Fears: Cigars, Alcohol. (More, but can’t think of any right now)
Flaws: A little to nice, isn’t always completely honest to spare someone’s feelings.
Theme Song: TBA

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢5"8
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ athletic and curvy
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ dark brown, braided
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ brown
ғᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ⇢ oval
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ⇢ pale
ɪᴍᴩᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ⇢ bullet wound

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↴
Aela possesses the typical qualities of a soldier, strong minded, determined and able to shut out the horrors of war. She's a wilful young woman with firm moral standing and generally good intentions. Born into a military family in the mountainous region of Norway, Aela was always encouraged to fight for what she believed in. Aela is particularly wilful, rarely bending to the instruction of others unless to a designated authority. Don't be fooled, she's a practiced and obedient soldier but if someone says the wrong thing Aela certainly isn't afraid to say something. She's often been described by her fellow comrades as being incredibly sassy and tenacious. If there's something to be done you an certain that Aela will do it, but if someone gets in her way she'll be sure to reprimand them for it. She's incredibly dedicated to her work and will take on any role that is required of her. The downside of this is the fact that Aela hasn't exactly had much time for romance. She likes to keep to herself and though she is friendly with many of the palace guards she's just not really that interested in being intimate with anyone. It;s been a long time since she's had romantic relations with anyone and right now she just intends to focus on her work.

Because of her aversion to relationships Aela can be considered quite cold to those around her. It's not that she doesn't like being around people, but Aela is something of an introvert and tends to be happiest when she's along. Aela is very decisive and a good leader, whilst she will always follow the instructions of her commander she very much has her own mind about how things should be done and how to approach a problem. With her current role as a personal guard to one of the royal children Aela has found herself with a new found sense of responsibility. She's always been protective of those she's tasked with guarding but now that the role involves keeping a child safe Aela has had to change the way she deals with situations. Aela can sometimes be a little harsh with her words, saying things that come across meaner than she intended. She's brutally honest and if something isn't quite right she'll say it. Though having to look after a younger child has meant she's really had to consider everything she says before she speaks. Aela isn't particularly quick to anger but she can get frustrated easily, this can on occasion cause her to take her anger out on those around her, becoming moody and unpleasant to be around.

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Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ↴
ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ being outdoors / horse riding / training / praise
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ bad decisions / obnoxious people / cowardice
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ fighting / shooting / physical strength / decision
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ stubborn / impulsive / selfless / frustration
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ failing at her job / watching people die
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Aela was born in Norway, one of a pair of fraternal twins and the only girl to be born to the Bozovsky family for a century. Her parents were overjoyed at the prospect of having both a daughter and a son. Aela and her brother Jorah were showered with gifts and affection. And though their father was away for long periods of time he would always spend time with them upon his return. Aela was particularly close to her mother and from a young age the two formed a near inseperable bond. Young Jorah was largely independent and spent much of his time self-soothing whilst Aela was the apple of her mother's eye. As the twins grew they became much closer, though both possessed a highly competitive streak. Aela's father would set them challenges in sports and academia, encouraging them to work hard and ensuring they had the good ethics that his family had flourished upon.

As the twins grew their father finally chose to retire from the military and take a desk job. The wars were too dangerous and he didn't want to risk his family being left without him. Aela and her brother spent many hours with their father, he'd take them both shooting or drive them to competitions in the various activities that they partook in. Jonah was a strong fighter, a national champ but Aela was a wicked shot and rarely missed. Together the two of them made quiet a pair and when they came of age both signed up to the military with the intention of following in their father's footsteps. Their father was immensely proud and as was the twin's mother, though she of course feared for the safety of her children. As their training continued Aela and Jonah stopped competing and started working together. The two of them graduated from their training program with the highest of honours. And both were offered prestigious jobs within the military brigade.

It took Jonah less than three years to become and Sergeant and though Aela progressed more slowly it wasn't long before she took command of her own team. Together the two siblings made their parents immensely proud and after several years in service Aela finally got a call of a different kind. One of the Illean King's men had been serving in a local Norwegian port, he'd come across the young girl training and saw potential in her. Aela was wary of course, though Norway and Illea had only ever had good relations. After much persuasion she took up his offer to join the King's Guard in Illea. Her brother was sad to see her go and her parents though proud of her achievements were also sad to see their daughter leave. And so Aela moved to Angeles and has served there as a guard ever since.

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ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Viktor Bozovsky // alive // 8-10
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Amalia Bozovsky // alive // 10-10
ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Jonah Bozovsky // alive // 9-10
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Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Dennis
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Andrew
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Chrew
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Andy

Agє: 18
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: August 21, 1997
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Panama (Caste 4)

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: A girl from his province, Panama, but it wasn't allowed
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: 5, but now a 2
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illian
Occυραтιση: Guard
Face Claim: Nathan Kress

Aρρєαяαηce:

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Written Decription: Dennis has tousled chocolate brown hair with matching hazel eyes. He usually wears his guard uniform everywhere he goes, but whenever he can, he attempts to dress plainly. Dennis likes to guard others, thinking that that was what made the kingdom safe. if anyone got hurt, Dennis couldn't stand it. He has a heart birthmark behind his neck, and he usually wears his hair in a whipped wave on his forehead.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Again, he usually wears his uniform guard outfit, but whenever he can, Dennis tries to wear his plain clothes he wore back in his province.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Dennis is sweet, and can always make you smile. He loves to give out compliments to people. he is also loyal and would never stray the Selected girls or the royal family. He would risk his life to them, if he had to. Dennis is kind, and understandable. if you have troubles, just go to him for help. Dennis isn't really good at keeping secrets, but if it is huge, he can keep it. At times, he can be bossy,but his charm wears out his opponents. He tries to act calm in spite of terrible days and cheers everyone up.

Lιкєѕ: books, nature, friends, animals

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: enemies, mean people, people who disrespect the royal family

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: reading, writing, learning, working out, guarding

Hιѕтσяу: Dennis is the oldest of five siblings. he has two sisters and two brothers. His family was happy, but times call for sadness. His father died while he was eight and his mother was handling two other babies. From then on, Dennis attempted to take matters into his own hands. He began to work at the age of 10 as a newspaper boy. He decided that he could take more jobs, and soon, his two younger siblings started to get jobs too. His mother was still in a state of depression, but she was still able to help around the house.

Dennis, along with his two younger siblings, each had two jobs and earned some money for it, therefore, keeping the family well fed and well-clothed. Soon enough, his mp\other fell in love with a 5 and they married, and his family moved up a caste. Not long after, a set of twins was born. By this age, Dennis was 15. he decided to enroll in a class, but failed to understand anything, so he dropped ut. That was when he found a Wanted! letter at the end of his porch. He was recommended by someone to be trained as a royal guard. he thought it was a good job because he earned a very good amount of money and he would move up 3 castes, up to a 2! He accepted right away, and before he knew it, he was right off to the palace!

ƑαмιƖу: Richard Chrew- father (deceased)

Melanie Chrew- mother

Dillan Chrew-step-father

Dennis Chrew- oldest brother

Lyran Chrew- second oldest boy

Richard Jr. Chrew- third oldest boy

Sofia+Maria- Twin sisters

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Part One of Two

"How do you love someone, when you know you're the worst thing for them? Everyone says if you love someone, you do the best by them... so how do I love her, knowing I'm the worst?"



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Devon
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Paxton
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Beckett
Name Meanings:
↳ Devon, American, meaning "Poet"
↳ Paxton, American, meaning "Trader"; Pax, American, meaning "Peace"
↳ Beckett, derived from Beck, American, meaning "Stream, Brooke"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Dev, Pax, Beck. Usually goes by Dev or just Devon. Some call him Devil, though he's anything but. And some, who have never met him but know of his deeds, call him, "The Golden Heart of Yukon."

Agє: 17
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: November 13th.
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Unknown, somewhere in Illea.



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual.
Ƈяυѕн: He has a crush is in love with Fern Singer.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single and madly in love with Fern Singer



Ƈαѕтє: Born an eight, bumped up to a 2 when he got in as a guard for the royal family.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean.
Occυραтιση: Guard.
Face Claim: Devon Bostick.

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Devon is handsome in his own quirky way. He's tall at 6 foot, long legged, a skinny body but fit, athletic from his Guard training. He has tan skin, with a lean face. A very pointed nose with an odd end, probably what people notice most is his unique nose. It's just a bad nose, just unique. Specifically when he smiles and his cheeks pull up. He has a little beauty mark by his left eyebrow, another distinctive mark. His hair is dark brown, almost black in certain lights, and always messy. He can look very different depending on his hair, whether it's styled cutely or mischievously, it changes his entire look. His eyes are equally dark, as well. In fact, his entire appearance is towards the darker side, though he's anything but.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: He's casual and stylish. Jeans, boots, a shirt. He likes to wear something on his head, a hat, goggles, guard's helmet, head band. He didn't used to have the money to dress the way he liked, so now he accessorizes when he can. Plus he hopes girls find it charming when he tips his hat to them.



ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Devon is hard to explain, because his personality is conflicting and depends on the situation and current emotions. Because of his history, he's very mature and serious most of the time, but you have to remember that he barely had a childhood, he never had a chance to just be a kid. There are times when he is childish and cute and funny, like a little kid. Although, you have to be a special person to get him to relax around you. Devon, due to mental trauma, can be rather skittish and difficult with certain subjects. Almost like he's mentally scarred, and he probably is. It isn't uncommon for him to wake up from nightmares, drenched in sweat, screaming "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Or something along those lines. During his time as a slave, he had kept strong and silent, but memories can be rather haunting. Devon does have a good heart, though. He's caring, considerate, thoughtful, kind, generous, and gentle. He's loyal to those he believes to be good, and protective of those he loves. But he's hard on himself, usually blaming himself when things go wrong, or convincing himself that he's the problem. He doesn't see the goodness in himself, he only sees the horrible things he's gone through, and his hope that no one he loves ever goes through something similar. He tends to be formal when he's nervous, and stick to what he knows. Although he used to steal, he only did so to survive and hasn't stolen a thing since becoming a guard. He also used to do some unsavory things, such as drugs, but has since kicked it and started a clean, pure life, striving only for good. Some might not look past his clumsy, goofy charm or his formal, strong attitude, but if they did they would see the broken boy who had no childhood and grew up too soon. He's healing, over time, but he still has some serious psychological damage. It'll take time, and he might never be who he was. Maybe he never was pure and unharmed, maybe he was born damaged. But he's trying.



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Lιкєѕ:
↳ Cute girls.
↳ Working towards Justice and against Crime.
↳ Hot food (he never had much to eat as a child, still getting used to having food available to him.)
↳ Music.
↳ Good Memories.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
↳ Bad Memories.
↳ Nightmares.
↳ Criminals.
↳ Seeing People Being Taken Advantage Of.
↳ Triggers to Bad Memories. (such as being touched in certain places, loud doors opening, the sound of footsteps on stairs approaching him, and people who talk or look like people he's killed or been tormented by)

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
↳ Scrapbooking.
↳ Collecting Things That Mean Something to Him.
↳ His Job.
↳ Reading and Learning.
↳ Cloud Watching.

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
↳ His Determination to Fight Evil and Protect the Good.
↳ His Gentle, Good Heart.
↳ His Selflessness.
↳ His Thoughtfulness.
↳ His Hardworking Perseverance.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
↳ His Self-Doubt.
↳ His Shy, Quiet Attitude Sometimes.
↳ Extremely Clumsy When Nervous.
↳ Tries to Protect Others but Sometimes Doesn't Go About It The Right Way.
↳ His Fears.

Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.

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Only his mother, Linda Beckett, who passed away. Before she past away, Devon and her were very close. He took care of her, despite her schizophrenia, and he always made sure she was fed and taken care of, above himself. She was everything to him until she died of suicide. FC: Linda Perry.



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Ƒяιєηɗѕ: None, open.

Ɛηємιєѕ: None, open.

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Brown, White, Green, Blue.
Favorite Flower: He likes Dandelions. His favorite thing used to be to blow them into the wind.
Favorite Foods: Anything edible. He never had the option to be picky.
Favorite Constellation: Canis Major, the Great Dog.
Birthstone: Citrine
Birth Sign: Zodiac
Birth Element: Water
Fears:
↳ Hurting Those He Loves.
↳ Being Exploited.
↳ Going to Fight in a War.
Flaws: He thinks very lowly of himself. The things he's done, he's certain he is tainted and that he doesn't deserve anything. Once he gets past that he is loveable and great, but it takes him some time to get past his past. He also is extremely clumsy and shy, and gets easily flustered.
Theme Song: The Reason by Hoobastank.

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Hιѕтσяу: Devon's history is not one for the faint of heart. He was born to an Eight, a rare occurrence. His mother was the daughter of a wealthy family of threes, actually. She had been beautiful, intelligent, but always strange. Finally, around the age of thirty, she was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. She started getting worse, having mood swings. One day she'd be fine, and the next she'd be blaming the world, yelling in public about how the castes were, how unfair things were. She was going to do something worse than yelling one day, and she was going to get worse than a warning. Her parents were older and couldn't handle their daughter's deterioration, so they filed the paperwork to make her an eight, cutting all ties with them. What they didn't know was at the time, she was pregnant. She had a couple of lousy, good for nothing men in her life, and one had knocked her up shortly before she had became an eight. A schizophrenic woman with no living, it was tough. Nine months she starved, barely surviving by panhandling. She finally had her son, whom she named Devon Paxton Beckett. Devon, though not premature, was a small baby, probably due to the lack of food during his mother's pregnancy. He was a weak baby, one that cried nonstop. But he was a fighter, and while his mother didn't have much, she made sure he was fed enough to survive. He grew up on the streets, a scrawny child. Fighting for survival, never enough to eat, never any money, in tattered clothes. Living as an eight was near impossible for children. They were dirty, hungry souls with sunken in eyes, seen in the slums of cities, looked down upon by other castes, even Sevens who were almost as low as eights. They got pushed into mud and beaten by bored guards and sneered at until they felt like thorns in people's shoes. It was a difficult existence, but like anyone in that situation, he adapted. It made him stronger, though it also led to his playful, young personality, because his childhood was filled with so much pain and he never had a chance to be just a child.

Even with is difficult childhood, Devon grew to be a sweet child. He loved his mother, he loved the neighborhood kids he grew up with. He never understood why people would look at him with disgust, like he was a rat in a street of mice. Or why when he went to the market, the venders would shoo him away from their stands. Or why parents would pull their kids away from him and warn them not to play with him. It made him sad, and often lonely, but he had his mother, even if she was a little strange. His mother was his world. He took care of her from a very young age, and had to mature quickly because of it. As he got older, her health got worse, and their living conditions didn't help.

They moved around a lot, despite his mother's frail health, living in provinces for months at a time before moving on. His mother couldn't work, being an eight, so from a young age Devon had to learn to steal so he could get medicine for his mother and food for the both of them. Or at least the money to get it. He became quite talented as a pickpocket, able to slip just about anything out of someone's pocket. This existence worked for him. Wake up, search for food if there was any, pickpocket or panhandle, use profits to feed mother and help her take her medicine. But she didn't like her medicine, claimed it made her sick, and often his efforts were wasted as she would have a fit and smack the medicine out of his hand, yelling at him to just let her die. But he'd just go out to get more medicine again. He didn't like breaking the law, and he didn't like risking being punished, but it was a way to survive. When he was nine, he was growing into a good boy. Kind, good natured, tall for his age, wise beyond his years. He was a good fighter, despite being scrawny, underfed, and frail. He was small and quick, with good reflexes, so that gave him an advantage. It was around that time that he was living in Yukon, in a small city. And like always, there was corruption wherever he went, the injustices of the system clear to his young eyes.

It was there that he developed a crush on sixteen year old Jennifer Floros. She was strong and pretty and he liked her, though he didn't know her well. Plus, one time she slipped fifty bucks into his tin can panhandling dish, which was pretty substantial for him. He developed a devotion to her from afar, like a puppy dog. Well, there's a whole story but something happened to her family and her, and she got put in jail. Well, he couldn't let that happen! So, he put his skills to good use. Armed with nothing but a knife and some lock picks, he staged a break in to the jail. Unfortunately on the way he was spotted, and a guard tried to grab him. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd dodged the guard and swung the knife, slicing into his neck and killing him instantly, his first kill. The blood was what startled him most, and how warm it was, how much of it came from the neck. Even though what he had done horrified him, the boy who had never even considered taking another life, he kept moving. This was for a good cause, he thought. Jennifer didn't deserve to be imprisoned. He was doing the right thing... right? He had no idea she'd turn into a killer herself, or that, unlike him, her damage would take a darker side and create a worse version of the Jenny he knew. He thought he was saving her, but he was bringing her chaos to the world.

Things didn’t improve for poor, innocent Devon. He had felt that he had done the right thing, yet the kills he had made wracked him with guilt. As he grew up, he got a conflicting nature, torn between right and wrong. At times he felt like he was going crazy, like his mom. He began self-destructing, nightmares tormenting him, eating less and starving more, even though once he got older he had been able to secure more food. He cut his wrists, began drinking, though he never did drugs like his mom often did. And then he came home one night, after having been at the bar pickpocketing and gambling to get money. At this point his mom and him had moved into a small apartment, due to his ways of getting money on the streets. It was here he called out for his mom, walking in like nothing was wrong, throwing his bag on the chair, wandering towards the bedroom and talking about his luck that day, thinking she could hear. He didn’t realize anything was wrong, until he saw the slightly ajar bathroom door. His mother never kept that open, believing open doors let unwelcome devils into the house, so every door in the apartment was always firmly shut. Unease hitting the then 14 year old, he pushed open the door, stepping in. In the tub was his mom’s body, the water bloody from her sliced open wrists, her skin already deathly pale. He didn’t even check, he knew she was dead the moment he saw her. His world revolved around her, and she was dead. For some reason, he didn’t freak out, he just sat down, slid down the wall by the sink and stared at the wall. It took weeks for him to be himself again, and even then, he was somewhat more broken. After that, he changed. He was less conflicted about right and wrong, he knew in his heart what was right. So he became a vigilante .

Known to Yukon as the ‘Golden Heart of Yukon’, he worked in secrecy, but crime significantly decreased because of him. Some called him a murderer, but he only killed really bad guys, other murderers and rapists. And because of his experience on the streets, he easily avoided arrest. Many were impressed, while many others despised him. It caught attention, even if Devon didn’t want that. His last job had been stopping an underground sex slavery ring, the biggest in all of Illea, located in the Yukon mountains. It was huge, and if Devon pulled it off, killing and capturing the slavers and freeing the slaves to go get the Illean Guards, he would be a hero. He already was a hero, but that was major. Unfortunately, he was tricked, and ended up caught instead. The young boy was turned into a sex slave, captured and sold to a couple who liked the look of him. He was never raped but he was touched, ridiculed, tortured. To this day, being intimately touched makes him nervous and almost fearful, and he has scars along his back, shoulders, and chest. Burn marks from cigarettes, whip marks, knife marks. Devon had gone from the worst time in his life, to clawing his way up to being a hero, to being in another worst time in his life. He was caught for over a year, kept in a small, dirty room, threatened and humiliated. He felt worthless, spoiled, someone that no one would ever willingly associate themselves with. The way he grew up, he had already struggled and lost his childhood, maturing at a young age. But this was… horrific, even to him. Finally, about a year and a half after being captured, he lost it. He couldn’t stay there anymore, he strived to live purely and positively and rid all bad influences from his life. But that required more murder.

Devon got loose after finally ‘giving in’ and claiming he’d had enough, that the man and his wife who held him captured could have sex with him. (Because they had held back, wanting to 'break him' and 'have him want it'). They came close, too, lots of touching done while he was tied up. But when he convinced them to let him touch them, it was all over. When they freed him, he struck. Two dead criminals. He stole clothes from their closet, took a shower, ate food from their kitchen, found some weapons, and left. Some may have just given up and run away, but Devon had a job to finish. After experiencing slavery himself, he couldn’t imagine leaving anyone else to that fate. So, he got some more weapons on the black market and went back for the slave ring. And this time he didn’t fail. Three hundred slavers in that ring, murdered. Two hundred more grievously injured and tied up, later recovered by tipped off guards. And over four thousand slaves released from horrible conditions. After getting information on the sales of other slaves, he took three months to track each and every one down, not killing the buyers but handing them to the police, releasing the slaves. In all, over five thousand slaves owe their freedom to Devon Paxton Beckett. Only now did he reveal himself as the vigilante, but he was rewarded. He got full honors, rewarded handsomely, though most of the money he got was donated to charity. The best part was meeting the slaves he’d rescued, hearing their tearful stories and thanks, and receiving hugs filled with gratitude. The king himself rewarded Devon as a hero, and offered him a spot as an Illean Palace Guard. Spending a couple months healing from his own grievances, complete with counseling, and going to the Illean Military Academy was the only rest Devon got. He was done murdering, other than in battle in his new job, of course. He turned into a quiet, shy, sweet boy with lots of nervous problems. An excellent fighter, he graduated top of his class from the academy, though that wasn’t a surprise.

Devon, despite still going through counseling, was a better man. He still liked to be carefree when he could, as he never really had a childhood. Much of his daily doses of pleasure come from simple things, like flowers and sunlight and good food. He’s become modest, humbled by the terrible things in his life. Even his bedroom at the palace, which used to be a broom cupboard, is the simplest bedroom you’ll find. He still has scars, emotional trauma, and a lot of quirks. But he’s good, at heart. He just hopes to be forgiven for all the lives, good or bad, he’s taken in his life. And sometimes, you can hear whispers after criminals related to sex crimes are taken down, that the 'Golden Heart of Yukon' was behind their defeat.

[Savannah]

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Devrim (revolution)
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Ryder (knight)
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Moriko (forest child)
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Dev

Agє: 22
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: May 2
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Germany

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: None
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: Two
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean
Occυραтιση: Guard
Face Claim: Craig Horner

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 169lbs
Hair: black white a few brown tufts
Skin: a peachy olive tan
Eyes: the color of smooth, dark chocolate
Voice: attractive, need I say more?
Markings: pale freckles all over his face

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Flirty: :iking people of the opposite sex, a lot, Devrim is a flirt through and through. He even flirts playfully with those already taken, but only in jest, and he makes it known that his flirting is only his way of complimenting the recipient. However, if he knows the female in question is unattached, he will not hold back and will pull out all the stops to impress her.
Friendly: Devrim is warm and friendly to everyone, though this doesn't mean he trusts those around him, at all. Being welcoming to all those he meets, Dev does not believe in being prejudice against anyone from their first impression. Race doesn't matter to him, their actions do though. If someone was to do something to his disliking, such as hurting someone he loves or holds dear, then his friendliness will turn to disliking, and, depending on how bad the wrong doers deed was, pure hatred.
Understanding: Having his own demons to deal with, Dev is very understanding of others problems, and will not judge people if they act out of character because of something wrong in their lives at that moment. Taking into account other peoples feelings, he knows when he shouldn't be flirting and instead becomes very considerate, listening to what the person in question has to say, and helping them through their problems.
Fierce: While in battle, Devrim is a very fierce some opponent, not taking mercy on someone if they have done him, or those he holds dear, any great wrongs. Even when practicing his skills, or sparring with others, he doesn't hold back much, only stopping short of serious injury upon someone, as he believes everyone should be prepared for the worst, while only hoping for the best. He makes sure people know he will not hold back before sparring with them.
Trustworthy: Any secrets or opinions or words entrusted to Devrim will stay with him through hell or high water. He takes being trustworthy very seriously, and would never stab someone in the back by betraying what he has been told.

» Lιкєѕ: camping; causing trouble; equality; horse riding; jerky.
» ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: being stuck indoors; bowling; fancy dress; Germans; maid dresses, particularly when being worn by a maid.
» Hσввιєѕ: hunting; parkour; sketching; sword fighting.
» ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: painting and drawing; artillery; carpentry; smithing.
» Sтяєηgтнѕ: artisan skills; artistic skills; drinking beer; getting into mischief; picks up other languages easily through listening.
» Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: reading; refuses to harm woman; Northern rebels.

Hιѕтσяу: Devrim is the illegitimate child of the German Baroness, and his story starts far from Illea, all the way in Germany. It was before his mother married the German Baron and it was a kept very quiet within her family. For months she was shut away from the world, supposedly having been on her sickbed with something highly contagious so no one was allowed to seer her, but in truth she was carrying her unborn son. There was nothing motherly about what happened after his birth. His grandmother took the child and did the only thing she could think of doing due to him being unwanted in the family. Leaving him on the doorstep of an orphanage with only a ring and a blanket, Devrim was about to enter into a world of pain. For the first nine years of his life, Devrim was treated badly, being one of the youngest at the home for abandoned children. This is what made him resilient for the future years to come. The man who ran the institute was doing illegal dealings with the children at the orphanage, making them into prostitutes and slaves, smuggling them out of Germany and into other countries which needed new play things and servants for cheap costs. Devrim was luckier than most and was being sent to Mexico when the ship he made port for supplies on the coast of Illea. The guard he was supposed to be watching was drunk and unconscious, and the keys to his cell were within reach. Freeing himself and escaping from the clutches of his owners, Devrim ran into the woods, and he didn't stop until he could no longer put one foot in front of the other. He thought he was going to die lost and alone in the forest of the country he knew nothing off. But after falling asleep on the leaf covered floor, Devrim awoke on another ship, but this time it was one belonging to the Northern rebels. It took awhile for him to learn how to speak English, and it was almost two years later when he was inside of the palace when he saw a television report inside of the study he was ransacking with his fellow comrades. On the screen was one other than the German Baron and Baroness themselves, talking about how even before she was married, the Lady had her own rich family and crest which she used to where on a ring. She explained how it was lost many years ago, the family heirloom causing her to get sick as superstition believed that if it was lost, the person responsible would be struck down. The crest tugged at his memory and he absentmindedly looked at the ring he had on his finger. It was the same crest of the one of the report. As the Baroness kept talking, all he heard was how she was sick for nine months, and that her still being alive was a miracle. Then his life all clicked into place. But as his world came tumbling down around him, Devrim was frozen, and didn't hear that his comrade was shouting at him to leave. That there time was up and the guards were rallying to expel the rebels from the castle. It was too late for him. At that moment, a guard came flying through the door and tackle Devrim to the ground, his friend barely managing to escape down the hall and back to camp. The king was lenient on Devrim because of his age. Seeing this as his opportunity to one day meet his mother and demand what had happened, why he was not wanted, he put everything he had into learning to be the best guard possible.

яєƖαтισηѕ:
» Name - Mother; TBA; German Baroness; Has Not Revealed He Is Her Son
» Name - Friend; TBA; Trainee Nurse; Plaything; Flirts With A Lot

Oтнєя: "If I could give you one thing in this life, it would be the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then would you realize how special you are to me."

Theme Song: Broken by Seether featuring Amy Lee
Favorite Colors: green; orange; red; yellow
Favorite Flower: wild flowers
Favorite Foods: roast meat and all the sides
Favorite Constellation: all stars
Birthstone: emerald
Birth Sign: Taurus
Birth Element: earth
Fears: being sent back to Germany
Flaws: pushes himself to the limits all the time

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Approved! ((Love the name! and FC!))

[Evelin ☪️ Queen of Witches]

NAME
      ~First: John
      ~Nickname: Jo or Hayden
      ~Middle Name: Lucian.
      ~Last name: Hayden

      ~ Age: 18
      ~ Date of birth:  March 31
      ~ Place of Birth: Iceland

      ~Gender:Male
      ~ Sexuality: Straight.
      ~ Relationship Status: Single.

      ~Caste: 2
      ~Nationality: Illean
      ~Occupation: Guard
      ~Face Claim: Nick Robinson.

  Appearance:

http://www.imdb.com/media/rm361795891...


      ~Dress Style: Black leather Jeans.

https://sk.pinterest.com/explore/daun...

     ~Personality: He is that typical hot guy who doesn't show his emotions. He doesn't like involving with others as the other guards would, but only does his job. He doesn't like when others abuse of the weaker people in a story, and often found fighting with people. He doesn't let anything get in the way of his job. When he is on an angry mood, he doesn't try to, but somehow ends up making almost everyone be in one too. When on a good mood, he can be the sweetest guy to ever exist...
    
     ~Likes: He likes reading, singing, dancing, exercise, and swimming.
     
     ~Dislikes: Nosie people, heights, and tight places.
 
     ~Hobbies and Interest: He likes reading, dancing, and staying active on his free time.

     ~Strengths: He is good at combat, archery, sword fights, shooting, and throwing knifes.

     ~Weaknesses: His weakness are Fire and heights. But he can work around them.
 
     ~History:  When he was smaller, his parents had died in a horrible fire. His sister, Selene, where on their own for most of their life's. Until one day, he was selected to become a guard. He asked for on thing in exchange: That his sister could work as a maid, along side him.

     ~Family:
-Mother named Rebecca, deceased
-Father named Erick, deceased.
He has a twin sister named Selene.
 
      ~Friends: NO one yet.
  
 
                 ~FAVORITES~

  ~Colors: Black and Silver.

  ~Flowers: Violets.

  ~Foods: Any except Lasagna, and cheese.

  ~Constellations: Aries Constellation.

  ~Birthstones: Aquamarine

  ~Birth Sign: Aries.

  ~Birth Element: Fire.

  ~Fears:  He's afraid of fire since his parents died in one.

  ~Flaws:

-He has the flaw of always keeping to himself.
-He can also be a jerk at times.
-He is Bipolar.

    

[Evelin ☪️ Queen of Witches]

ah...I have to change Strengths to Good at combat, Knife throwing and Shooting.

[Evelin ☪️ Queen of Witches]

...okay lol. The spelling errors is bc of auto correct. Sorry XD

[Evelin ☪️ Queen of Witches]

I'm fixing it rn XD

[Evelin ☪️ Queen of Witches]

there

[Kikki]

Place of birth would be one of the sectr/district things in illea. There is no Iceland.

Grammar and spelling need to be looked over

Could you give more for his history?

[Evelin ☪️ Queen of Witches]

what is a secter then? so I can change it later?

I'm sorry for the grammer/spelling, I blame auto correct.

[Kikki]

https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...

the different provinces are found here ^-^