Approved Characters - Other

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

Approved , this is your waiter right? You should probably put his job in here, somewhere. Plus if he worked for the Palace, he'd be upgraded to a Caste Six.

[[deleted user]]

No, he's not. Read the history, and you'll find out that he's hear for entertainment.

[[deleted user]]

The waiter is in the other group.

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

Um, Right, entertainment. Except their isn't an entertainment position in the character claim. I'll add it though, that's a good idea. However he still wouldn't be a caste eight. If anything he'd be a caste five or a caste six, the castle really wouldn't hire a caste 8 for entertainment.

[[deleted user]]

I'm not changing his caste. So entertainment would be a caste six right? Good, I'll change it so that he's now a caste six, but was and still thinks he is a caste eight. Well then, there's always a firt for everything...

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

Well entertainment would actually be a caste 5, but being employed by the castle would make him a six. And that works, he's now a caste six. What he believes he still is, is up to you.

[[deleted user]]

Okay then. Thanks c:

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

Approved! She's great. :)

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

Although just to point out, you bolded half the headings and didn't do the rest. XD

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

XD Alright then. It's not major, just thought I'd mention it.

[ᵉˡˡᵃ]

Say hello to Kol Davidson; a 22 year old from Angeles. People say that he resembles Austin Butler, but Kol doesn't see it.

"I will make you believe you are lovely."

People describe Kol as:

❤ Loyal, Kind, Hard-Working
✘ Naive, Sensitive, Over-Worrier

Kol isn't your typical snobby and rude Footman, that thinks himself to be higher than others simply because he works in a castle, he isn't like that. He doesn't have enemies, or beefs with anyone. He's a kind young man, who was raised from boyhood to be respectable, caring, and good towards all people. And that's what he became. He does his best to make sure that those around him are happy and taken car of, and if they aren't, he'll take it upon himself to make sure that they're loved. He has a huge heart with room enough for everyone, and will care about people forever, if they let him. He sounds like a sap, and definitely is. This is the kind of guy that cried during The Notebook, and doesn't exactly know what to do when he's flirted with, half the time he doesn't even pick up on it. The girls in the palace flirt with him constantly, because of his obvious handsome face, but he usually doesn't understand, unless the girls are very, very forward with their compliments. And once he picks up on them, he's a bit leery of actually dating any of the women in the palace; from what he's seen they're very mean to each other. But he's on the lookout for the right one, and once he finds her there's no chance of him letting go. Kol is a hard worker, and has put in quite a bit of elbow grease to get to the job position he has as a footman. He didn't want to be a manservant or a waiter, he wanted to be a footman ever since his father told him that it was the best position for a man in the castle. The downfall of Kol is that he can be too much of a worry wort, and overthinks things after they leave his mouth. He just doesn't want to insult anyone, that's all.

The story begins…
Kol Davidson was born on a rainy, breezy day in the beginning of April, a day that would be remembered by plenty in the small hospital of Angeles, Illea. There was a whole group of people waiting outside the room, dying to see his mother, Anita, and her new baby boy. One of them was her husband, George Davidson. He worked at the palace as a footman to guests, often times working in the dining room or answering the telephones. It was a bounce around job, but he hoped to get higher up in the ranks one day. On the day his done was born, work was the farthest thing from his mind. He was worried about his wife, who had a long labor and went through a lot of pain to deliver their first child. But when the doors were opened for the family, and they all saw Anita, holding a beautiful blue eyed boy in her arms, all of the worries vanished. Kol was a happy little boy, barely crying and always content to just be held by his mother or father. He made a bit of a fuss when anyone else tried to hold him, though. He liked to stick close to his parents. And as he grew, that didn't change. He liked to follow them around at their jobs, the maid and the manservant. It was fun for him, and he was fascinated by the royals and all of their elegance. While he always dove into his bowl of morning cereal, these kids would sit and wait patiently until everyone was seated, how strange was that? He admired then, though, since his mother said that they were the most important people in all of Illea. When Anita's stomach began to swell for a second time, Kol shadowed his father instead every day, since his mother was so busy, with being pregnant and working, that she couldn't watch him. And working with his father was one of the best things Kol ever did. The man had recently been promoted to working as a footman to the king. George loved his new job, and took it very seriously. He showed Kol, who was only just four years old at the time, how to shine shoes and correctly wash and press men's garments. He showed him all the tricks of the trade, and Kol never forgot those secrets.

When his younger brother was about to be born, Kol was overjoyed to be a big brother, but the day soon turned bittersweet. There were complications in the birth, and Anita lost so much blood, that she died in the process. The baby was born healthy, and named Finn by Kol's father, but they couldn't celebrate like they had when Kol was born. They had to plan a funeral and watch their beloved Anita be lowered into the ground, instead of watching her care for her baby, that she'd loved so much before he was even born. Finn was a mysterious child, always sneaking away from Kol's watchful eyes and trying to make sure that the boy didn't get into any trouble around their cottage home or around the palace. He was to make sure that the young boy was quiet, even though he was only five years old himself. He would wander the palace grounds with his brother, or go into the kitchens and ask the cooks for a snack, which he always received. Kol was the kind blue eyed boy with a little brother just as cute, no one ever said no to him. Sometimes they would run around with the other servants children, and had much fun playing hide and seek I'm the gardens or tag in the fields. It was a good childhood, but all too soon it was time for Kol to work as well as his father. At age 12 he started to do things around the castle; just basic things, like how his father started out. He would run errands for the cook and help anyone that needed it; his only advantage being that he was small and quick at the time, so if something needed to be done fast, Kol was your kid. He became loved and valuable to the staff of the palace, and by the time he was 15, he was taking on the role as footman to any guest that hadn't brought their own. He was very good at the job, some said even as good as his father, since he'd been able to learn from the best. Kol liked the work, and spent time with his brother once his day was done. He did very much the se job for years, always taking care of the guests, and never anyone too important. He got to be the valet of a visiting diplomat once, which lasted for a month, and was the best work time of Kol's career. He was a fantastic footman. But at age 19, another tragedy struck Kol's family. His younger brother was only 15, and George, their father, had a heart attack. All of the doctors assured the boys that it was a quick death, that he didn't feel pain, but Kol didn't believe him, and happens to think that he's cursed because of his parents deaths. But the king was generous, and offered him a job as his footman after his father left the position vacant. It was hard to do, since it felt like stealing, but Kol knew how generous it was, and accepted the position with obvious thanks shown to King Aric. He's been working as his footman for three years now, and has done a sufficient job the whole time, impressing the king with his likeliness to his father.

Relationships:
Anita Davidson Kol's mother died when he was four, but he still has fond memories of her blonde hair, pretty brown eyes, and tinkling laugh.
George Davidson Kol's father, George died just three years ago from a heart attack. Kol misses him greatly everyday.
Finn Davidson (OPEN) Kol's younger brother just turned 18. Kol is always interested in making sure his brother is happy and taken care of, since he loves his brother, and it's his job.

[Leena]

Approved, he's so cute<3

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Say hello to Maya Fitz; a 23 year old from Angeles. People say that he/she resembles Jessica Szohr, but Maya doesn't see it.

"I was in a clique, but I wanted out."

People describe Maya as:

❤ Determined, Creative, Confident
✘ Cold, Over-Worrier

Maya isn't a mess around type of girl. She takes the bull by the horns and makes sure that no matter what, she'll come out on top. Maya is driven and determined, and if she puts her mind to something, she's going to achieve it. And she's going to exceed all expectations that anyone could have for her. She's always wanted to be the best at things, because she just can't rest until she's amazing at something, and she really won't. She's confident in her abilities, and even when she feels like nothing is going to work, she kicks herself in the ass and gets back into gear. Maya has a huge creative side, too, which allows for her to have a huge steak of talent in a lot of areas. She's done things like dance and art, but cooking is the one thing that she's felt a real passion for. It's even more than just wanting to be good, she's actually driven to be a cook that can inspire others, that can make food like no ones ever tasted before; and she's on her way already. Though she doesn't mean it, Maya has a tendency to be cold towards other people. It's just that most people don't peak her interest.

The story begins…
Maya Fitz was born to Callie and Gabe Fitz, a young couple of caste sevens. They had had hard lives themselves, doing manual labor instead of going to school, marrying young, and starting a family so they could have another source of joy in their lives. Before Maya, their only source of joy was each other, when they finally got to go home each night after dark and curl up to go to sleep together. It was all they had. But with Maya, they had a whole new light in their lives. She was a bubbly baby, who cooed and gurgled all the time. Callie took her daughter with her when she went to work her long shifts everyday. She would carry Maya around while she did her work; it was very unorthodox, but if anyone argued with Callie, she would've just quit her job. Was it rational? No. But it was who she was; she would rather love than be stuck in a job that she hated. Her family was small anyway, and basically they were making by on very little Income. It was ridiculous that they were expected to live on that amount of money. But then Callie got pregnant again, and she couldn't even think of going to work. She was nauseous all the time and had far too much to do around the house, to prepare to have a new baby. They didn't even have room in their house for the three of them; Maya had her own room, but she would soon be sharing. And besides one small bedroom and Maya's attic room, they just had one medium sized room that was doubled as a kitchen and a living room. Maya had always sort of liked her home. Yeah it was small, but she kind of liked how cozy it was, especially up in her room. But when the baby got old enough, she has to share her room, and the little brat wasn't any good. He would always tug on her hair and yell nasty names at her, then act like a little cherub in front of their parents. His name was Cody and Maya spent as much time away of him as possible. She had to start work when she was 8, just like the other children of her caste. It sucked, that she had to watch her old classmates go to school while she was working with her mother. She'd been good at school, she'd excelled in her classes while she was there, but that wasn't any reason to let her stay in school. She had to start earning money for their family, so work was the only real option.

Maya hated her job, it was so awful. She and her mother worked in the flower gardens doing maintenance for some wealthy family of twos. She didn't like the people she worked for; they were stuck up and snobby, and always looked down at her and glared at her. They treated her like she was the dirt that she was working with, and Maya had serious problems with it. She deserved better than that, and she knew it. She'd never done anything wrong, and should be able to do things that she wanted. She did the work that she was told to do for a long time, working in the stupid flower gardens that always had way too many bees in them. But once she could really, truly think for herself, she stopped going to work as much. Instead she would leave early or go in late, and when she wasn't at work, she was exploring. Not exploring the town or anything, but exploring the careers that other people were allowed to do. Mostly creative jobs; se made some friends with a bunch of fives, and snuck into the dance studio and gave it a shot. She danced for a little bit, but soon she was moved onto the next thing, and the next. She got in loads of trouble whenever she went home, since she was the problem child. But her parents just didn't understand that she had ambitions beyond being a seven, she just needed to find it. And one day, when she was working in the back kitchen of a pub that a lot of sevens went to. She loved it. She went back the next night, then the next, and eventually she was working there under the table. It was completely illegal, but Maya was so great at it, it got to the point where they couldn't function at the pub without her. She made all the food, and she was so amazing at it. They got wind in Angeles of a position open for sous chef up at the palace, so Maya ditched work for a week. She didn't even go home, she just took her things to the pub and worked there for a week, perfecting all the skills that she had. And she went into the interview confident and ready. She auditioned in front of the head chef, who she had to admit was a bit of a dog, but she didn't care. And when she got the job, she didn't even say goodbye to her family, she just went off to the palace and got herself the room, and when she started to work, she started to have the time of her life.

Relationships:
Family Maya doesn't talk to her family anymore, she doesn't really understand them. They've never had any desires to move up in caste like she did, and they don't make any attempts to talk to her, either.
Fellow Staff Maya doesn't really know any of the staff members, not yet. She's been sticking to herself more than anything.

[Leena]

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                           Nala Rei ⋗ Butterfly ⋗ She has no Alias
                  Twenty-Nine ⋗ First of January ⋗ Dakota Hospital
     Heterosexual ⋗ Heteromantic ⋗ Available ⋗ Doesn't have a Crush

 
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                      Teresa Palmer ⋗ Blonde ⋗ Pale ⋗ Blue Eyes
                      Five foot Seven ⋗ Eighty Kilo's ⋗ Slim Figure
                          Jeans ⋗ White Blouse ⋗ Black Pumps



                       Kind ⋗ Patient ⋗ Toughtful ⋗ Level Headed
                  Stubborn ⋗ Indecisive ⋗ Misunderstood ⋗ Sensitive

                       Likes ⋗ playing her cello, star gazing, reading,
                                       teaching people sign laguage

                      Dislikes ⋗ rude people, being laughed at, bad
                                          food, strong tea



Nala had an interesting life before the entertainment job at the castle. When she was born, her vocal cords were not properly developed and were pressing on her windpipe and so had to be surgically removed, leaving her incapable of talking. So, her father home schooled her, taught her sign language and then taught her music. She didn't get to learn maths, or other languages apart from a little bit Italian. When she was old enough, she started writing her own music, and her own stories to occupy herself when her parents were out and about, her writing and musical skills developed over the years magnificently and it ended up being her paying the family's bills ever since she was fifteen. She didn't mind though, she enjoyed it very much. But because of her incapability of talking, men took advantage of her more than once. But every time she went to the guards to report the assault, she would only get shooed away, like an annoying fly buzzing in your ear. This is where she learnt that women were looked down upon, and she didn't like it one bit. A few years went passed, and Nala became more well known, not bad for a five, eh? A couple of years ago her mother passed away peacefully in her sleep, and now her father is in the home alone getting income that his daughter is paying from the money she earns at the palace. How did she get to the palace? Well, they offered her a job and she took it, as simple as that.
 

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'Allo?

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

Approved! Sorry for the wait. ^_^

[[deleted user]]

It's okay! Thanks!

[Leena]

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『 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
-Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II 』


(full name here)
Jack | Evan | Gallagher
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→Jack \j(a)-ck\ as a boy's name is pronounced jak. It is of Old English origin. Name based on John (Hebrew) "God is gracious", or Jacques, the French form of Jacob (Hebrew) "he who supplants". The name has a rugged, down-to-earth aura.
→The name Evan is a Celtic baby name. In Celtic the meaning of the name Evan is: Young fighter.
→Gallagher is the anglicisation of the Irish surname Ó Gallchobhair


(Jackie boy) ♡


Overall Gender:
♀Male
Derived from the: XY chromosome
Physical Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single


Apparent Age: 19
Real Age: 21

Place of Birth: Italy
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Date of Birth: Octobe 3
Chinese Zodiac Sign: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Birth Stone: Pink tourmaline
Birth Flower: Calendula

Time of Birth: 5:32 Pm




『 To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
-A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act II, Scene I 』


Appearance:
Face Claim: Michael Trevino
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Hair: Black, medium-short length that he usually keeps in a sexy mess with massive amounts of hair product, and he doesn't like it messed with
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'2
Weight: 184

Distinguishing Marks
→ He has a tribal tattoo on his arm
→ A scar above his left eyebrow, barely noticeable
→ He has a scar on his hip from a stunt accident


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『 Shall be eternized in all age to come.
Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!
-Henry VI Part 2, Act V, Scene III 』






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『 Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who to advance and who
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
Or else new form'd 'em;
-The Tempest, Act I, Scene I』

Crucial Aspects
Jack Evan Gallagher has always been different from others. His childhood was nothing like those of his friends, he was mostly left to fend for himself while he was especially small. Everything that he has gone through has really effected him and his personality. Some say he's funny, and someone that you could become addicted to with no hope of ever being weaned off of. While others say that he's toxic, and you should never involve yourself with him. Jack has some quirks, and bad habits just like any other being on this earth, but you have to scratch at him until you get below the surface to get to know the real Jack, otherwise you'll just see what he wants you to see, he plays his games very well, so beware.

Around Family
Jack doesn't really do 'family' like some might. His family usually only gets together if something has gone terribly wrong, there's been a scandal, a party is being hosted, or a charity function of some sort. So you could say he's stiff around them, unnecessarily sarcastic, disrespectful, obviously rude, not nice in other words, unless given a reason to be so. They're not all that great to him either, so most don't really blame the kid for how his and his parents relationships work, when you have that kind of influence during your childhood, well it doesn't normally turn out with rainbows and unicorns.

Around Friends
Depends on the friends really, are they his real friends or his fake ones? If they're his fake ones, then he's the aristocratic bad ass that everyone believes him to be, he has attitude from hell and lets everyone know his opinions on things, he tries his best to be center of attention and throws the best parties. Now if its his one or two REAL friends, the ones that have seen the huge family blow outs and his dad knocking him around, well then he's a bit more laid back and doesn't try so hard. But still he has those emotional barriers in place and doesn't trust anyone easily, so don't be surprised if you never really get to know this guy, not many people do.

Opinions
"Jack has a heart, you just have to dig deep down to find it," -Jason

"This guy? He's a complete jerk, you know he left me on the side of the road one night because I wouldn't let him do something very... risqué? In the middle of Venice!" -Emilia

"He's my son. He's got to be everything he's supposed to be, because if he isn't there are consequences in this family," -The mother

"My boy knows that our family hates scandals, so as long as he doesn't cause one him and I see eye to eye, if he screws up though... well he does it big, never goes small that one," -The father

Overall
Jack can be a complete and total ass, but he can also be the best friend a person could have if you've earned his trust and proven yourself loyal. He's smart, funny, charming, spoiled, selfish, a jerk, loving, addictive, rich, sexy, a risk taker. Some say maybe he's better off alone, so that he doesn't risk hurting those around him, but its not like he always does it on purpose. Sometimes he is so caught up in his own emotions(that he has no idea of how to deal with) that he pushes people away, or to the point where they want nothing to do with him ever again. Its not something he came by naturally, it was the way he was raised, and I doubt there will ever be someone that can change him.

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♦Tuberculophobia- Fear of tuberculosis.
♦Dermatophobia- Fear of skin lesions.
♦Katagelophobia- Fear of ridicule.(by his parents, happens often)
♦Tomophobia- Fear of surgical operations.


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✓Parties
✓Drinking
✓Getting laid
✓Fast cars
✓Daredevil stunts
✓Shocking people
✓Entrepreneuring
✓Exploring new places
✓France
✓Italy



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✗Being told what to do
✗Rules
✗Laws
✗Acting
✗Caring
✗Emotions
✗Being told he's wrong
✗Cats
✗Trains
✗Prudes



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•Business
•Swagger
•Words
•Manipulation
•Lying

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•Girls
•Booze
•Parties
•Father
•Mother

『''Tis right:' quoth he; 'thus misery doth part
The flux of company:' anon a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
And never stays to greet him;
-As You Like It, Act II, Scene I 』

[Leena]

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『Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love
And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
-Hamlet, Act III, Scene IV 』



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『The wall is high, and yet will I leap down:
Good ground, be pitiful and hurt me not!
There's few or none do know me: if they did,
This ship-boy's semblance hath disguised me quite.
I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it.
If I get down, and do not break my limbs,
I'll find a thousand shifts to get away:
As good to die and go, as die and stay.
-King John, Act IV, Scene III 』

[The Early Days: A Summary of the Child from the Legal Guardians' Point of View]

『 Good morrow, good Lieutenant: I am sorry
For your displeasure; but all will sure be well.
-Othello, Act III, Scene I 』

Note: The following two parts of this character's history is written and conducted in an interview fashion, with I, the creator, being the interviewer.

"Did your pregnancy go well?
"Yes actually, it went smoothly of course. Only the best for a Gallagher, I had a health coach, as well as other birthing coaches as well. I ate healthy, exercised regularly, did everything the doctor instructed, we wanted our son to turn out perfect," His mother answers matter of fact like.

"Was there a lot of family there to greet you and baby after birth?"
She pauses and looks at me kind of with a confused look on her face, "No not really. Jack's father, Peter, well he had to go to Tokyo for business, and my sister well she doesn't live near us, she's in London, and the rest of the family was very busy. I mean honestly I only stayed a day in the hospital and went back to work the day after, leaving Jack with his nursemaid and nannies," She acts as if this is a perfectly normal thing to do.

"Were you and Peter in young Jack's life often while he was growing up?"
"Of course, I mean... well we were there when he first walked. Kind of, we saw him after work and he was walking, I'm pretty sure it was the first time. When he was four I put him in acting school for a couple of years, then he went to three boarding schools in one year when he was 7. Got properly kicked out of each one," She grimaces with disgust here, "But we decided that acting was surely the way to go, he had a knack for it, and he could memorize lines better than any other child out there. So we pushed him to do that, it wasn't like we didn't have time for him, but he didn't have time for us?" I stare with a sort of shock on my face at her, how could this mother not know that its her job to make sure there is family time with she and her son?

"Mrs. Gallagher, is it safe to say that you were absent from most of your sons childhood unless he was in a scrape of some kind? I'm being bold, I know, but it had to be asked.
"I suppose so, I mean when he would get in a fight, or bribe someone, or steal something, sometimes he was caught in the girls bathrooms doing whatever it is young boys do, then I'd have to make the trip to go straighten things out. We saw each other most holidays, but it was nothing ever too close or anything. Our family firmly believes in personal boundaries, well my side at least. You see Jack's father and I divorced when he was young. Still we all got together for family functions and the sort, but for summers we would switch on who would need to take care of him that summer, who's problem he would be," His mother looks tired, like ignoring her son for most of his life was very hard work indeed.

"Do you think your upbringing might have had something to do with the way your son acted out in his adolescence? Do you think it accounted for his early drinking at age 12? The cutting school? The stolen money?"
"I do hope you're not suggesting that we raised him to be that way, no Jack just was a bad seed from the beginning, had to be. He is no way the perfect son that we had hoped for, but we'll mold him that way eventually. He'll learn, and if he doesn't well then we'll just have to disown him I suppose..." She looks off into the distance, as if this is a real, and distinct possibility, I am dumfounded by the interview and its entirety.


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[The Teenage Years: The Life and Times from the Being Itself]

『Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
-Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI 』

I was 13, I was staying with my 'mother' that summer, but she was nowhere to be found. Probably off with some young male, model on a beach or something, who knows. It was the first time that I really did something that was apparently scandalous enough to bring both my parents together, and bring them to me to have an 'intervention'. I'd been getting bored, as I was prone to do when there was no one there to entertain me, so I figured I'd invite some of my actor/actress friends(ranging ages 10-39) over for some partying for a few weeks. No harm right? Boy was I wrong, so I was used to drinking by this time, so booze being around for the time they were there was normal for me, I also did it for the first time during this little party vacation thing, and drugs. There were plenty of drugs that came with the older actors, and they were handing them out to all us kids like it was candy, of course I like being the life of the party so I couldn't say no. So I tried a few things, pot, ecstasy, and some unnamed pills. It didn't really get out of hand until the third week, I overdosed. My parents had to fly home and find me in the hospital, almost dead. Of course I didn't get sympathy, no I get a firm lecture of the scandal I was putting on the family name, and then recommended to a few therapists, that they would not be attending with me. I never told any of the therapists anything they wanted to hear, if they gave me drugs I sold them, and I went back to my solitary life of doing what I wanted when I pleased and how I wanted. My parents were never in my life growing up, why should they start when I'm in my teenage years? I graduated school early since I was homeschooled by a tutor(perks of being an actor) I got into movies a lot, and I became fairly famous by the time I was 16, that was when I visited Illea for the first time. Its a strange place, stranger than where I'm from at least, but I made friends with one of the princes while I was there, Zane. He was quite comical and didn't judge me too harshly like some did, so we hit it off quite well, and pretty much right away. I spent half a year with this prince, and then was called away by my career, but I've never forgotten the friendship I experienced there, it was one of the few times in my life that I wasn't out to just completely destroy myself or my family. I also got a good, close up look at what a family should be, and it is far from the one I had.


[Early Adulthood: From the Creator's Mind and Hands]

『Who would be jealous then of such a one?
No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
-The Comedy of Errors, Act IV, Scene II 』

Once Jack was old enough to get out on his own he did, and he rarely saw his parents anymore, he was a trust fund kid, plus he had his own money from all the movies he'd acted in and continued to act in. It wasn't like he couldn't afford his lifestyle without them, well unless they took his trustfund away, then it might have to of been tampered down just a little bit. He reunited with his parents on holidays, and certain functions but that was it, otherwise he stayed as far from them as possible emotionally and physically. His mother moved to England, his dad went to France, and he stayed in Italy. His film career was great until he was 20, then he decided to take a break. Acting was never something he wanted anyway, that was something he was forced to do since he was young. He had a real interest in business and doing entrepreneur. He had visions for old, classical buildings, and he just needed the start up money for it, so he started saving. His parents caught wind of what his plans were though and informed him that if he went through with it then they would cut him off. That was six months ago, now he's decided to take hiatus from his life. His best friends brother is going through some age old tradition called the 'selection' and he's decided to go stay with him and his family for a spell. Parties, girls, yeah it sounded like the perfect time to pay his friend, Prince Zane, a visit.


『Who then shall blame
His pester'd senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there?
-Macbeth, Act V, Scene II 』

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『That Katharina and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
What will be said? what mockery will it be,
To want the bridegroom when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage!
-The Taming of the Shrew, Act III, Scene II 』

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The Immediate Family
→Mother, Anne
→Father, Peter
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The Close Friends
→Zane, Prince of Illea
→Jason
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The Lovers
→Too many to name off, this kids been around since he was 13
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The Enemies
→His parents
→Anyone he's snapped at
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The Unknown Dead
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The Deceased
→Maternal grandparents
→Paternal grandparents
→Uncle Shaun

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Favorite color:
→Pink

Career:
→Ex movie actor, now entrepreneur

Favorite genre of music:
→Indie


『 The king's a beggar, now the play is done:
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day:
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
-All’s Well That Ends Well, Act V, Scene III 』

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

Accepted! XD Love him.

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                           Rupert Golf ⋗ Peri ⋗ James Bond Jr.
                  Twenty-Five ⋗ First of April ⋗ Belcourt Hospital
     Heterosexual ⋗ Heteromantic ⋗ Available ⋗ Doesn't have a Crush

 
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                     Jon Czart ⋗ Golden Hair ⋗ Pale ⋗ Pale Green Eyes
                      Five foot Nine ⋗ Ninety Kilo's ⋗ Slim Figure
                                  Suits ⋗ Jackets ⋗ Combat Boots



                       Persistant ⋗ Patient ⋗ Cunning ⋗ Level Headed
                   Stubborn ⋗ Insensitive ⋗ Bloackmailing ⋗ Ruthless

                       Likes ⋗ stories, journalism, digging dirt on everyone

                      Dislikes ⋗ bullies, drugs, his family the royal family
                                          


When Rupert was born his parents did not, I repeat did not want him.And they kept telling him, over and over again. Every time he came to school, teachers would ask him what was wrong. Why did he have a black eye? Why was he sad, depressed and angry. "I fell." "It's nothing, really." "It's to complicated for you to ever understand!" Excuses, excuses. That's all Rupert ever had. Sometimes he would sleep over in his school's library, but the bullies would always find him, make fun of him, hurt him, laugh at his clothes. You see, Rupert was a caste five, he never had much, all he had was a pen and paper, and his imagination. As he grew older, the bitterness in his heart grew until he finally struck out. He wrote a story for the paper on his family and used it against them. He said that if they didn't leave him alone he would publish this for all to see. Of course, they didn't take him seriously and so he got a fist to the stomach and by God, did he regret it. A week later, the couple was arrested, and Rupert got a new home in Angeles, and a spot in journalism. He's become a ruthless man who thinks everyone is the same.

 

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

All approved!

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female × twenty-five × nov. iv × betrothed ( bisexual ) × governess ( 6 )
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katheryn winnick × brackish blue × blonde × six four × one sixty × scarred

The ongoing discussion of Freyja's appearance has nothing of any merit to her. She's engaged; there is clearly someone who finds part of her beautiful, or she wouldn't have a ring on her finger. Just because she's old school--an anti-gun advocate, with an affinity for knives and sporting a good deal of scars--doesn't mean she's not an elegant woman. No, she's quite attractive in her own way, and she couldn't care less.

Freyja is known for her intricate dresses and ensembles consisting of flowing skirts. But, most don't get to see her in close fitting pants and shirts, for when she decides she's going to do some extra work. That in mind, she also keeps her hair up most days.

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ you murdered for

[ i ] f there's one thing that you should know about Freyja, is that family is everything. Her family is usually the first thing on her lips, all good words. She known for comparing people to her family, to their traits and habits. It's not to be taken as a bad thing, but someone people just don't like it. And she just doesn't care. She's intimidating in the way she lacks care for most of the opinions that surround her. "She's a giantess." Keen observation, my friend, but she's not the tallest in the family. "She's got so many scars." That's the sign of being real for her.

The other thing that people know her for, aside from her heavy accent and surprisingly vulgar sense of humor, is how much she cares for people. Her loyalty to others is both a blessing and a curse. She's biased, taking sides. She sees the world in black and white, no grey areas allowed. There is right, and then there is wrong. With that, even if you've done some unspeakable wrong, Freyja will still be at your side. Because she's far too invested in you. While she does have faith that people can change, and things can become clear rather than murky, she has a hard time forgiving people that have wronged her or people she cares for. That, that is the moment when you must fear for your life the most.

Territory is a big thing for Freyja. Territory isn't limited to a place, either. People, objects; she becomes quite possessive of things she's fond of. Like, for example, her knives. The only people allowed to touch them are her and herself. She doesn't quite trust people not to mess with what she holds dear, and thus keeps a careful watch over them. She's short fused with things valued to her, and it's best to leave her be. Unless, of course, you'd like to lose some fingers and add a scar to new collection.

[ fixations ] knives, her family, daises, rowing, fishing
[ ahorrences ] goat milk, roses, people touching her things, opinions
[ specialties ] excellent marksman, intimidating
[ kryptonite ] her tendency to not back down
[ interests ] knife collecting, scrap booking, fishing
[ weaponry ] throwing knives

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ fighting for your soul

[ l ] ife has always been interesting for those of the Valsden clan. They, stuck in their old ways, were a rowdy bunch of marauding warriors, philosophical drunks, and courageous thieves. They were, essentially, a collection of people thrown together by blood and circumstance, and they loved every minute of it. That was where Odin met Nott, and where the two of them fell in love. They married under the night sky, which her patron goddess was named for, and began a new branch of the clan, starting with Freyja.

Being an older sibling is fun. You're in charge, you have all the say over your siblings. But, Freyja was lonely in the two years she had on her own. Sure, she enjoyed being spoiled with sharp objects, but there was that lack of being able to sharing her teething toys with someone. Then, her brother came along with his twin sister. The trio were a happy bunch, despite the fact that Freyja was the only one capable of toddling around. Then, came a flurry of more children.

Freyja, to say the least, wanted to do her best as the eldest. She wanted to pave the way for them, and so she did. She was the first to receive a scar, though the others followed suit quickly. They were always at her heels and she took pride in it. She loved the competition. Her siblings were the best part of her.

Then the merry clan was rocked with internal conflicts. One branch thought different from the other, while two more wanted to avoid taking sides, and still another wished to pass the matter over entirely. And, then there was a feud within the family. One that, unfortunately, claimed the lives of many within the family. When peace came, Freyja and her siblings were without parents.

All over the thought of integrating into the world around them.

The clan scattered, and so did Freyja's siblings. Some stayed within the country, hidden in the depths of the wilderness, and other took to the safety of places like Illea--which was what Freyja did. At this point, she was already betrothed, and he came with her. When they arrived, Freyja didn't see much to gain from practically abandoning her family, but she soon learned that it was for the best.

They found each other, but remained at a distance. They didn't wish to see conflict again, see death within the family on any scale. So, they kept their space and loved from afar.

[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- nott valsden
  ▽ father-- odin valsden
  ▽ a plethora of siblings + cousins
[ external relations ]
  ▽ betrothed -- open
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- rebels

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

Approved! I love her! :)

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male × twenty-seven × feb. xxii × single ( pansexual ) × advisor ( 2 )
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hugh dancy × hazy green × chestnut brown × five ten × one seventy

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ angel of small death

[ i ] f you know Dasha, you know well enough that he doesn't take shit. He's a man that cuts right to the point he wants to get at. He doesn't beat around the bush; he leaves that for others to do. He's the man you want to go to if you really want the truth, the man that most people don't quite like because of how blunt he is. Dasha is well aware that most people don't take kindly to his bad choice of words on most occasions, but they know his intentions are usually good. Usually.

Dasha has a mean streak, and it's not something to be trifled with. If he really doesn't like you, he will go out of his way to tell you that and much more. He'd write a sonnet about how much he despises a person; trust me, he's done it. But, this nasty side of him is reserved for a select few. He's not one to target people at random with his animosity; he's got a strategy. He's usually indifferent to most people, but there are a few who he respects and likes quite genuinely. Though, most people on't think that to be possible in any way.

There are certain principles that Dasha follows: order, compromise, and completion. He likes things to be in order, or to not be there at all. There is no in between for him in that regards. If it's not tidy, he'll either redo it himself or walk away from it. Don't hand him anything that isn't organized; he'll chuck it out a window. As for compromise, he likes to make sure everyone is getting the fullest out of the ordeal. If one person isn't totally satisfied, he'll go back and do it all over again. Which goes back to the last principle: completion. He likes to see things through to the end. It must be finished. No "I'll get back to it later"; no, he'll do it all in one sitting, even if he has to lose a night of sleep for it.

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[ fixations ] organization, orange slices, symmetry, lemon rinds ( scent )
[ abhorrences ] disorganization, strawberries, asymmetry
[ specialties ] staying organized, negotiation
[ kryponite ] he's not sure, but he may have OCD
[ interests ] playing the violin, cleaning, drinking coffee
[ weaponry ] a pistol, but that's about it

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ jarring of judgements and reasons defeat

[ e ] veryone knows the stereotypes about politicians, but none could know them better than one. Edgar Finnick had much to deal with early in his career. He was thrown one scandal after the other, but the biggest by far had to be his wedding. Unintentional and a drunken mistake that he saw through, people just couldn't get enough of it. He remained in the limelight as Tilda Hin crept her way up the social ladder, and became a second caste citizen. The still running speculation is that she got pregnant and that they had never been together more than a single night, but that's not what really happened. See, the press has a way of loading the media with lies and such, but there was no great debate on Edgar's "predicament". They had been friends, and crossed that line with a couple drinks. Simple, a little messy, but nothing too grand.

Their children, however, grew up with these accusations and instructions: "Don't let it get to you." Dasha was the second child to hear this from both parents, second to his sister, and one above a brother. They were encouraged to be individuals, but not too individual. Too be free, but not free. There was a limit to how much they could show of themselves, how much they could relax, how much they could do everything. They were rewarded for robotic behavior, and scolded for being human. Funny how much he prospered from it.

The children began a rebellion, of sorts, when they were all teenagers. His sister took to promiscuity and his brother decided he had a penchant for setting things aflame. Dasha, though, found his revolution in questions. He undermined everything they could possibly teach them, down to the very little "please and thank you." He questioned their honesty, their dignity, even how faithful they were to each other. And then, he did some digging, and realized, he didn't much care for his family. So, he left them.

Amazing what a kid who lived sheltered for much of his seventeen years of life could do. He tried his hand with art, found he didn't like it despite a budding talent, and moved on to cooking. He nearly burned down his home. Then, there was Chemistry, but chemicals and him just weren't a good mix; he wasn't a fan of the way they exploded. But, he liked this new side of exploration.

However, he still fell back into the same routine of his family, and went into politics, like his father.

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  ▽ mother -- tilda finnick ( nee hin )
  ▽ father -- edgar finnick
  ▽ sister -- daria finnick
  ▽ brother -- danna finnick
[ external ]
  ▽ employer -- shreave family
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open

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female × twenty-one × may i × single ( pansexual ) × royal planner ( 2 )
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anais mali × honey brown × wooded brown × five nine × one fifty-two

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ no gold in my hands

[ s ] ome people think that Eliza might just be a robot or a machine. While she's certainly a flesh and blood human, her work ethic and diligence tends to make it seem like otherwise. She likes to get things done efficiently, quickly. It has mostly to do with the fact that she has one event to plan after the other. Peace treaties require proper welcoming ceremonies, birthdays need parties, and the Selection quite clearly needs to be mapped out well to not crumble to pieces, and you have the royal planner to thank for that. So, yes, she does tend to work a little faster than those around her, because that's what her job requires.

Eliza does enjoy some relaxing moments, and she has a flair for the dramatic. She tends to exaggerate things--not lie, no, no--and make them slightly bigger than they seem. This, of course, is to get the proper attention the situation merits for, because it usually is something big or important if she has to take it to a superior. She, in all honesty, likes to blow things out of proportion most days. She likes to regale people with tales of her nonexistent woes; not for pity, but to relate to others.

Some days, Eliza gets a hot streak of laziness. In this instance, she's fairly good at passing off the baton to someone else. She knows how to goad people into doing her work for her, though she doesn't do it often. She has a knack for getting people to see her point, and to understand where she's coming from. She's an eloquent enough speaker, but that doesn't matter apparently at the sight of her pretty face.

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[ fixations ] handbags, floral arrangements, tea, lavender
[ abhorrences ] dark chocolate, complications to work, rain
[ specialties ] directing others, planning
[ kryptonite ] her bouts of laziness
[ interests ] picking out color swatches, floral arranging
[ weaponry ]

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ hell knows where I'm gonna land

[ s ] omehow, the title of Royal Planner has become something passed down. Yemma Harrison, Eliza's mother, held the title with so much pride, she wanted a legacy. And that was what she got. Eliza's father had died only a month before her birth, caving in to a long time sickness that had made him suffer. They don't know if it's hereditary, but Eliza feels as though her days are numbered.

Her childhood was solely focused on royalty and grand events. She, unsurprisingly, had no qualms with this. It meant she got to dress up, got to play princess for a little while. Her mother did need someone to bounce ideas off of, and that was what Eliza became. She was the understudy to the leading role, waiting for her time to shine.

As Eliza grew older, it became known that what her father had was hereditary, but nearly impossible to detect. She would be taken over by it slowly, but surely. So, her mother attempted to distract her from all of this. The chaos of knowing that her days would be ticking down to a final one closer than what should have been normal was always present. She had to balance visits to the doctor, schooling, and her mother's tutoring. By the time she was eighteen, she would surely have already been well over qualified with the capability to multitask.

Her mother then passed on her legacy to her, elated and saddened. Her years would be shortened, and her work may take a toll. But, Eliza never once thought of this as she was given the position of Royal Planner; she was too concerned to being the greatest planner they'd see yet.

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  ▽ mother -- yemma harrison
  ▽ father -- derek harrison
[ external ]
  ▽ employer - schreave family
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open
  ▽ lover -- open

[Leena]

Approved <3

[sucre'd fiend]

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male × twenty-three × jun. xv × single ( pansexual ) × head gardener ( 2 )
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benjamin eidem × hazel brown × walnut brwn × six one × one seventy-two

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ fantasy, taking over like a disease

[ n ] ik is a very carefree kind of guy. Despite his position, he acts as though there isn't much to worry about. He's the kind of person that is usually relaxing on the job, but somehow getting it done. He doesn't think much for consequences, though he does warn those working under him about slacking off. There's a difference from taking a break and slacking off. That, though, is all in the results, and he does give some pretty good ones.

There are times when Nik should really stop flirting, but he doesn't. He goes after pretty much anything that moves, save animals and all. He has no real discrimination in his choice of target; if he finds someone attractive, he'll let them know. He isn't good with long term relationships because of this. Girlfriends and boyfriends have lost trust in him over a few words exchanged with a pretty face, and he can be very nonchalant about that type of stuff. He doesn't work very hard to get someone's attention, though.

People have complained about how dismissive Nik can be. He can easily wave off the problems of others, and this doesn't help his communication skills. No, it's not that he doesn't care--though, most times he honestly doesn't--it's just that at the moment they choose to come talk to him, he can't be bothered. He may not seem like it, but he does have some responsibilities to think of. He does have to get work done, and sitting and listening to someone complain just doesn't fit in between relaxing and doing his work.

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[ fixations ] smoking, chrysanthemums, poppies ( for their color )
[ abhorrences ] being disturbed, people pestering him
[ specialties ] green thumb
[ kryptonite ] too much of a flirt
[ interests ] napping, smoking, gardening
[ weapons ] switchblade

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ you never have to ask

[ w ] hat more could have been done to save the poor French chef, Baldo Gaston, from an overly large ego stroked by a doting wife named Francis? This man fathered Nikolai, and thus continued on a cycle of flirts and dismissive men in a long line of them. But, that's not what he needed saving for. What he needed saving from was an overactive need to pass on the idea of his greatness to every man, woman, and child he met. Of course, no one was able to stop him until he'd gotten himself beaten bloody for it later on in life.

Nik grew up with exaggerated tales of his father's, and much of his life was spent thinking that each one was a terrible lie at the sight of his crippled father. He didn't much like the man, who had a tendency to flirt with women even when he was supposed to be taking a young Nik out to get groceries. He didn't much care for the way he did certain things so hesitantly, and would then proceed to spin a web of lies to make it seem like he'd mastered it in one go.

He wanted to be something unlike his father, but sadly, the two of them somewhat ended up the same. Nik, before his time as head groundskeeper, he was a chef like his father. He found that he had been too much like his father and sought out ways to change. He tried acting different, showing more care. But, in the end, some things just couldn't be changed forever. He fell back into old ways, lost his job, and was stuck at home for a year.

His mother was unable to stop him as he walked out the door as an eighteen year old. He was too unhappy to allow himself to live in the same space as his father. Until, one day, it just hit him: why care? He didn't think that a total lack of care was necessary, just not caring so much. He relaxed, became the same Nik that he is today.

To his great surprise, he had a real talent for landscaping and the like. He enjoyed it, honestly, and decided that was what he wanted to do with his new found talent. And that, my friends, is what leads to his present position.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- francis gaston
  ▽ father -- baldo gaston
[ external ]
  ▽ employer -- shreave family
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open
  ▽ lover -- open

[Leena]

Approved

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Approved!! You should probably ask whoever has the King of Italy in the sister group if the execution part Is okay~

[Leena]

shes approved!! *sniffles* so so so sad, I hope she finds a sweet man to make her love again. I'll finish her daughter today

[Leena]

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                                                   Sybil Aryn Willabelle

◖Sybil, Sybil is of Greek origin with the meaning 'Prophetess'
◖Aryn, Aryn is of English origin with the meaning 'Ireland'
◖Willabelle
◖Face Claim, Alisa Bragina

                 

◖ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ 9〔years old〕
◖Bɪʀᴛʜ Dᴀᴛᴇ December 12〔Angeles Hospital〕
◖Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Female
◖Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Pʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ 〔Unsure as of yet, too young to know〕
◖Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs 〔Not Applicable〕
◖Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ Cʟᴀss Caste〔6〕
◖Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 〔None〕


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Sybil Aryn "" is a young girl that has beautiful chocolate brown hair, its long and has a natural curl to it. She usually has it braided or pinned back in some way so that it won't get in her face, that drives her crazy. She has a eyes that are blue with a tinge of green in them, they look big and innocent most of the time, and those coupled with the pout that she uses sometimes, well its hard to say no to this little darling. She's not very tall just yet, only standing at 4'5.






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◖ Cooking
Sybil, like most children, is interested in what her mother does for a living, which is cooking and baking. Sybil has taken a great interest in the art of cooking, she asks her mother, as well as the other chefs, questions about certain techniques and recipes all the time. And she doesn't just forget what they tell her, she remembers and actually is allowed to help out now and again, she gets to help a lot more at home with her mother, but once in a while the kitchen staff lets the little one in on the cooking as well.

◖ Playing
Mischief, curiosity, fun, Sybil has all of these traits and puts them to good use as she runs around the palace with her friends. They love to play behind the curtains of the ball room, or under the tables of the dining room, sometimes when they're occupied, sometimes when there's people in them. They really don't understand the Caste system so the little girls run around the castle doing their own thing, playing where they please, they're so adorable that no one really reprimands them.

◖ Socializing
Sybil loves people! She can't get enough of talking and spending time with those she's grown up with in the palace. She has no qualms about going up to Queen Rosa and taking her hand, just chattering away to the Queen like she's any other person. Despite her mother trying to explain that its not okay, she still does it and Rosa just smiles at her and lets her rattle on about dolls, horses and other things. Her best friend is always right there with her, holding Rosa's other hand, the girls are inseparable. They also sit on King Aric's lap, or play tricks on the Princes and Princesses, they hardly ever get scolded though, the palace staff and royalty love the little girls that run around and have fun, children are something the people of Illea cherish, most of the time.

◖ Dead Parents Club
This particular club is one that Sybil and her friend Willa started, because Willa's mother was dead, and Sybils father was dead. So they started this club to talk about what its like with one parent, and how they wonder what it would be like to have the other present. Or what they might have been like when they were around. The two little girls have a secret handshake and everything.


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Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs
◖Lighthearted She doesn't take much too seriously, always trying to make light of any situation. Sybil doesn't like to see others sad or upset, so she'll go out of her way to make their day just a bit brighter.

◖Loving Sybil doesn't half do anything, and that includes loving others, she full out pours her love into each and every person that's in her life, never holding back.

◖Funny She likes to make jokes, and pull pranks, harmless ones, on her friends. Sybil enjoys making others laugh, to see a smile on someones face makes her whole day better and brighter.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs
◖Her daddy Sybil's father died when her mommy was pregnant with her, and talking about him is hard for the young girl. Her mother has told her all about him, but to talk too much of his death, well it takes its toll on her. She wishes that she had gotten to meet him, he sounded like such a fun, loving, spirited person.

◖Mommy She would do anything for her mommy, its been just the two of them her entire life, and she can't imagine a life without her. She does her best not to disappoint the one that bore her, and loves her to the moon and back.

◖Sensitive Sybil is quite the sensitive little soul, she doesn't take teasing lightly if she thinks its done out of malice, and when she upsets someone well it upsets her too. She can be a bit 'dramatic' but hey she's a girl, and little, and sensitive, so its allowed, right?

Fᴇᴀʀs
◖Mommy dying
◖Snakes
◖Lizards
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Faria Louisa Berg, a young, vibrant, big hearted girl that fell for a guy that her parents disapproved of, Mason Andrew Willabelle. The two were separated by her father, but she didn't know that, she thought that her young beau had run off on her, leaving her to the wolves so to speak. On the day of her 'arranged' marriage though he showed up, Mason appeared and carried her off into the sunset, and explained that Faria's father had kept him away with not so nice tactics. The two eloped, finding love and being together, away from everyone else. It seemed like the perfect, fairy tale, happy ending, except there was a catch, even though the two had found one another and run off together, well... there was more to it than that, the fates had other plans for young Mason. He was slowly dying, and there was no cure, months went by and he slowly withered away right before Faria's eyes, she had to watch him die. It was a horrifying time for her, and right before he died he made her promise to love again, to live, for him. She wasn't sure how that would be possible, the love of her life had just died, she couldn't return to her parents, and she had no means of taking care of herself. But slowly she came out of her grieving and decided to take her life into her own hands, she would get training and get a job. Cooking, she was good at that, yeah, she could get a job as a chef, that was the plan. A little while later she found something that changed her life forever, she was pregnant! A baby grew I her womb, her's and Mason's baby, and it was then that she realized that she would forever have a part of her long lost love, someone to hold close to her, and someone to remind her of that magnificent love that she had.

The pregnancy went well, and by the time that Sybil Aryn Willabelle was born, Faria had a job as a Sous Chef at the palace, something to be proud of. She had a way to take care of and support her little baby, and the two of them would be able to make it. Faria was an excellent mother, when she wasn't working she spent every moment with her little girl. Sybil was in the daycare when she wasn't with her mother, that was where she met her bestie Willa, and her other friend "". They girls played on the playground, overtaking the swings as soon as they could get themselves up on them, pretending that they could fly like Peter Pan and Wendy, sometimes Sybil pretended she was a lost boy. Their imaginations were wild, and only expanded as they grew, dress up, super heroes, chefs, princesses, the list goes on and on of the games they came up with. Though once she was old enough for tutoring Sybil began spending her afternoons, after tutoring, in the kitchens. Being underfoot, asking her mommy tons of questions, and trying to steal a swipe of icing, or a cookie that was a bit too close to the counter. Sybil has the kitchen staff wrapped around her little finger, especially Chef Owen, he likes to sneak her sweets when no ones looking. Sybil has some friends her age, as well as those far older than herself, but she says that age is just a number and shouldn't define who can or cannot be her friends. She has friends from royalty to the guards, to the stable hands. Sybil likes to be friends with anyone that will give her the chance, the more the better in her opinion, all in all she is a well rounded child with a wonderful mother.




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◖Family
Faria Louisa Willabelle, Mother Alive
Mason Andrew Willabelle, Father

◖Friends
Willa, bestie
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◖The Deceased
Mason Andrew Willabelle


◖Pʟᴀʏ Lɪsᴛ
Sugar, you
Best Day Of My Life
Happy
It Can't Rain Forever


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                          ↺ all this bad blood here ∾ won’t you let it dry? ↻

                                                     ↺ Isaac Clockwork ↻

                                    ↜ masculine ↝ heterosexual ↜ available ↝
                                  ↜ twenty-five ↝ february tenth ↜ aquarius ↝
                                             ↜ illea ↝ yukon ↜ nurse ↝ caste six ↜
Isaac is twenty-five years old, he is from the province named Yukon, caste six and is a nurse that works in the castle for the Royal Family. Many people would say that it is an honour to work for the King and Queen, but this blonde man finds it dangerous yet exiting. He is married to his work and keeps making new medicines and such, and so has no time for any relationships, even the thought of having someone to care for frightens the life out of him.
       


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The male nurse is not a bad looking man, he stands at five foot eleven and is lean. His hair is dirty-blonde and falls in choppy layers around his face, it just begs to have fingers running through it. His eyes are one of his key features, they're a chocolate brown that seem to be endless with every emotion possible and yet with his guard up, it's like staring into a brick wall, it annoys more than one person. Whilst at work he wears trousers and a blouse that has it's sleeves rolled up to the elbow. And when he's working he usually has a poker face on.
       


                                        ↺ bringing darkness ∾ from above ↻

Personality doesn't matter to Isaac one bit. It used to, a lot, but not anymore. As he grew older he seemed to realize that people are the same and so it's not worth trying to get to know them for who they are, and the same goes for this man. He has walls made out of titanium and they're impossible to break, and so people think he's an emotionless jackass that doesn't give two tosses about anyone. Which is true, on the outside anyway. His exterior consists of a man with a cold attitude that ignores most people and keeps to himself. He likes the silence that loneliness brings. However, his interior is rather different. He has a shielded heart, but even the shields can't protect a heart as big as his. He loves company but only if they can share quietness without making it awkward. He may not look it, but he enjoys his work in fact it's the only time he'll let passion enter his eyes. One thing stays the same with his exterior and interior though, he has a very short fuse and is not to be messed with. Especially when he's angry.
       


                                          ↺ without them ∾ we’d be doomed ↻

History is a sensitive situation for Isaac. He didn't have a childhood, and he didn't have a life up until he got hired as a nurse.

When he was born, his mother and father kept having arguments. Some were minor while some ended in physical connection. And the mother and father would have red slap marks all over their faces and arms. Isaac was seven when his parents split up. At school, he had learned five lessons. Love is everything. Trust is needed. Respect must be given. Honesty must be provided and your heart must be kind. The first lesson he had learned has been lie. Surely if they loved each-other they would have stuck together through thick and thin?

The divorce hit Isaac in the gut and he stumbled backwards. It was weird not having his blunt father around. But at least he had his mother with him. As he grew older, his mother started acting... strange. She started to call him back from school to look after her as she had very bad stomach bugs most of the time. One month he had to look after her and had no time for school. It affected his grades badly and sooner than one could say "Life is hard" he got kicked out and was now educationless. He asked his mother time and time again if she had eaten something bad. She denied everything. One day while he was cleaning out the house for spring, he found some rat poison in under the sink and two other lesson he learned at school flew out the window. Honesty did not exist and neither did trust.

When he was thirteen he called one of his friends who told his mother about Isaac's current situation, and she came over as quickly as possible to take care of her, while Isaac went to visit his father. He hadn't seen the man since he was seven and was rather exited as well as nervous. Once he reached the house where his father lived he knocked on the door and waited. A woman open the door, she was breathtakingly beautiful and behind her stood a tall boy with brown hair and then another boy who clung to her legs. Then his father appeared and frowned upon him. "What are you doing here?" He spat with venom in his voice. Isaac was hurt. Did he hate him? "I came to visit you, dad-" "I am not your father, you are not part of my life now go help Victoria!" His words hurt Isaac deeply and his anger started bubbling over. "You left us with no money whatsoever! You left your seven year old son to look after his mother! How could you?" "Stop your blabbering servant boy and leave." Said the woman and stared with distaste at Isaac's rag like clothes and shut the door in his face. And another lesson was shattered that day. Respect could not be given if it did not exist.

As an angry Isaac returned home he lashed out at everyone, even his closest friends that had stuck with him all through his childhood. But with his constant mood swings and anger issues they left him, for their own protection. Everything seemed to turn for the worst. His mother was diagnosed with dementia and he couldn't get a job because he had no education. But, there i a light at the end of every tunnel and that light was Vanessa. She was a beautiful girl with a big heart and she and Isaac fell in love. She helped him through many troubles and she even got him to sign up for a coking course in her uncles restaurant. They were perfect for each-other, at least that's what Isaac thought. Little did he know that Vanessa was just using him as her "re-bound" once she got back with her ex, she kicked Isaac to the cerv and taunted him, saying that it was all a sham, that it wasn't even real. That is when Isaac snapped he stood up and gripped her arms tightly and started shaking her, asking her over and over again, "how could you do it!" and she just laughed and patted his cheek leaving him to turn dark as the last lesson he had been clinging to broke into a million pieces. Kindness was nonexistent in this world. And so Isaac grew bitter and started to build walls so high and impenetrable it was as if the old Isaac had vanished.

As the years went by, Isaac stopped working at the restaurant because honestly, he hated being anywhere near that girl and her family and so asked the woman that had diagnosed his mother with dementia for tutoring in medicine. It was hard work, very hard work. But then after a couple of months it just... clicked. Everything seemed to make sense and he was happy for once! Although it still looked as if he were about to punch someone in the face. Another three years went by and his friend sent him to Angeles to work for the Hospital, instead, he found himself in front of the palace door, ready to become a Royal Nurse. What had his friend put him up to?

       


                          ↺ i have always worn my ∾ flaws upon my sleeve ↻

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

Approved!

[Lord]

Heather Bonnie Fallon, Journalist.

"Hi, I'm Heather. You'll answer my questions... Right?"


Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Heather
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Bonnie
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Fallon
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Bonny Heather

Agє: 19
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: 16th July
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: England

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: None
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: 3
ƝαтισηαƖιту: British
Occυραтιση: Journalist
Face Claim: Doutzen Kroes

Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
Heather is tall, slender and blonde, with blue eyes and a nice jawline. Given the nature of her job, she keeps herself looking neat, tidy and most importantly - friendly.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
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ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Heather is a complete workaholic. Everyone she knows, save for her family themselves, are all linked to her job in some way or another. She lives for her job, and as there's never a dull day in her profession, very little can get her down. She's outgoing, vivacious and stubborn, and though she may come across as overbearing to some, she's a very fun companion. Though she cares very little for her own beauty, she is obsessed with beauty as a concept. If something or someone is beautiful, she could stare at it or them all day long and never grow tired. And not just aesthetically. Put simply, she's somewhat of an idealist.



She believes that smiles and friendliness are the keys to getting what she wants, and if that fails, insisting usually does the trick.

Failing that, there's nothing really she wouldn't do to get her story, no matter how scandalous it might be, and no matter who gets hurt. It's not that she means it in malice, she simply does not understand or care.

Her friends at school would describe her like a drug. She's absolutely terrible for you in the long run, but there's something so addictive about her personality that you can't give her up. Not everyone can handle being in her world, and some have saved themselves the pain and left. This does not bother her, she only ever wants people to be happy. It taught her that people leave, so trust only yourself. People never need you as much as you want them to.

"I can live neither with you, nor without you."

~Martial

Lιкєѕ:
- Animals
- Snow
- Music
- Apples
- Reading
- Beauty

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
- Heat
- Celery
- Spiders
- Clowns

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
- Her job
- Walking
- Swimming
- Music
- Reading
- Writing (recreational)

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
- Her job
- Charismatic
- Confidence
- Intuitive

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
- Fear of spiders
- Destructive
- Innately selfish

Hιѕтσяу:
She was born to Stephen and Patsy Fallon. They were a fairly middle class family, her father being a banker and her mother a housewife. As a child her parents loved to show her off at dinner parties, their darling little angel with her pretty blonde hair.

It was all fine until her father hit her, after that her life was a little strained for a while. She never knew why her father became so angry. Her mother cried a lot, and she didn't understand. As far as she was concerned, everything was fine.

She didn't know much at that point, but she knew she didn't want to end up as sad as her mother, so she worked hard at school, and put the life of a pretty dolly behind her. After excelling particularly at English and History, more so than Maths, she decided she wanted to be a writer. It wasn't until she hit sixth-form college that she settled on Journalism.

Having always been a huge part of all her school musicals and productions, she felt she could use her skills as a performer and as a writer into one, and she began to do work experience at a local newspaper. She was vigilant and ambitious, and it wasn't long before she rose among the ranks - high for a 19 year old girl.

When she was a little older, she learned that her mother had an affair, and her father had found out. What she couldn't understand, was why he'd chosen to take all his fury out on her. She never asked, because she knew he loved her dearly, and it wouldn't do to bring up old wounds.

"Now what to do with you... hm?"


She's never had time for friends, let alone boys, and she hopes to use the Selection to further her career. She has no hard feelings against the Princes or their suitors, but she won't be holding anything back from the public. She doesn't care what people think of her, so why should they? Let the reign of Heather Fallon begin.

"Yes I know I did that... But I still love you!"


ƑαмιƖу:
John Fallon - 54 - alive
Patsy Fallon - 47 - alive

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: None

Ɛηємιєѕ: None. Yet.

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Green, Blue and Red
Favorite Flower: Cherry Blossoms and Tulips
Favorite Foods: Carbonara
Favorite Constellation: Corona Borealis
Birthstone: Moonstone
Birth Sign: Cancer
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Spiders and Clowns
Flaws: Lying, workaholic
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yATtd...

Her pets:
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Julius Caesar
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"I'm not saying you can trust me,"

"but tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

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lucky blue smith × cerulean blue × white blonde × five ten × one fifty

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ when we burst start over

[ f ] rom the perspective of an outsider, some people think that Ambrosia is a terrible sexual person. He has a bad habit of looking people over like they've got something he wants, and while that may be primarily true, it doesn't necessarily need to be sex. He, while he does have certain days, is repulsed by the idea of sexual acts. He can't, doesn't like to think about it. This, though, doesn't mean he isn't a bit of a romantic. He's gotten it, a passed down trait, of being so hopelessly romantic with the best intentions, but just the way he looks happens to lead people astray.

While everyone may not be aware of the fact that he's startlingly asexual, they all know that Ambrosia is a little shit. Sarcastic, snarky, whatever you wanna call him: he's slightly annoying. It's cute, sometimes, but most times he gets one people's nerves. And he enjoys it. Hence why they call him a little shit. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that he's the youngest of six, all of which were female before him. He's had a lot to compete with, and they were all just as much little shits as he is, if not worse. To be honest, he looks up to his sisters quite a lot, and that could be why some people see him as overly feminine.

Did I mention he's fairly tactless? He doesn't have much of a filter, and it's not because he thinks it's funny. He genuinely doesn't know when to not say certain things, and some of his social cues are off. Funny, considering he's a footman and his job requires that he have the barest grasp of tact. Ambrosia has received a slap to the face or two because of this, and to his perpetual confusion, he can never learn from it. It just happens, again and again.

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[ fixations ] masturbation, romantic things, music, cake
[ abhorrences ] sex, brownies, large animals
[ specialties ] snark
[ kryptonite ] social cues
[ interests ] masturbation, reading, smelling roses
[ weapons ]

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ look at the fire and think of me

[ l ] ife has an odd way of throwing lovers together. Sometimes it's sweet and cute, and other times it's violent and passionate. Ambrosia's parents fit into a space between those two extremes. They hated how much they loved each other, and loved how much they hated it. They stayed together simply out of spite. They didn't want to see the other one happy, and thus they found a solution by locking themselves into a vow of marriage that they likely would never break from just to watch the other one suffer. Their mental anguish turned physical and the first of six children was born. This poor one, however, was not Ambrosia.

It took them four more tries before they actually had a son. Ambrosia was the last of the litter, the runt so to speak. As the only male child, he was subject to tea parties and dress up games that were startlingly fun. That, and as he grew older, his sisters realized he looked quite nice in a dress. Much to his chagrin, his mother realized the same thing one day and decided she'd flaunt about a ten year old Ambrosia in front of her husband to watch his face redden at the sight of his only son in a dress. They broke into an argument, and he slipped away before they could start to throw things.

Arguments like that were common in the household. At most of their beginnings, one of the six children would be held hostage momentarily. It was like an unspoken rule of warfare that they should be privy to the exposition of carnage, witnesses to a passionate hate and hidden love. Ambrosia wondered for some time why they'd never simply split, and saved each other air and time. But, he soon came to realize that neither party believed that the other deserved a reprieve. They didn't even remember what it was that had made their relationship the way it was; something involving a cold lonely night, and a shared heat.

While the love of their parents were twisted, the only thing that made it worse was when one of the children forgot to make their escape. Another would need to come rescue them, and then they too would be roped into the whole thing. Reinforcements wouldn't be able to come in, because then things would have gone from verbal to physical. His father had a penchant for bruising and breaking, and his mother had her shoves and hair tugging. Ambrosia was usually lucky enough to avoid this, but he'd had his fair share of battle scars. His ribs had been broken twice in three different areas, his lip cut, his eye blackened and swelling enough to making seeing an impossible thing. His parents were not light-weights when it came to abuse.

They showed enough of it to be deadly. Abuse, of course, doesn't always have to be physical. Ambrosia made sure it was him taking the worst of the beatings, because that was what he was supposed to do. To say that his duties as a brother, a man, a human being were to act as a body-bag or as something to throw around is simply pathetic, but he thought it was noble enough. That is, until relatives decided to make their appearances.

He was fourteen, a budding boy. Puberty had hit strong, and while he wasn't bulky and overly masculine like the boys around him, he held the beauty and elegance that had girls dropping at his feet. Sometimes, even the same boys who could snap him like a twig would confess undying love and painfully, extraordinarily vivid dreams that had them wetting the beds. It, while somewhat gross in his mind, was flattering enough. However, his looks gave him the misfortune of being spotted by his aunt Belle. She was a blood relative, but so far removed they had to wonder.

Of course, there was not a thing that could said to disprove her relation, and when she showed up at their door, they could only let her in. She had an odd preference for Ambrosia from the moment she set eyes on him, and while he denied the existence of it, he couldn't say he didn't have some inkling of what it was. Mornings were the worst. Those small hours when he would be wide awake and so very aware of how close she was to his room. Footsteps by the door, wispy breaths that wandered in through the wood.

Now, Aunt Belle was a woman of exceptional looks. It was safe to say that whoever had held any of the attractive genes was still up for riveting debate with the look of both parents. Belle was also a lot older than she looked, and knowing this struck any charm the woman might have had on Ambrosia. Which was why he was incredibly put off when she became a more hands-on viewer of his figure. The small hours of the morning suddenly didn't seem so bad.

It took her three months, but she finally cornered him by faking an illness during a family outing. She requested the presence of her favorite, her cherished one: Ambrosia. He had his suspicions from the moment she said his name, but the fear set in when the door closed behind his family. Belle, obviously, hadn't been sick. She was, in fact, quite energetic. She chased him through the house for a solid twenty minutes before Ambrosia was cornered.

If one doesn't already understand where this has lead, then there isn't much more that can be done to make it clear. Ambrosia was violently deflowered, and any curious inclination as to what sex was at this point had been shoved down into a mental drain. This is to made clear, however: Ambrosia had only the faintest curiosity in sex. While he could pick and choose which person he found attractive, it didn't necessarily mean he wanted to jump their bones like Belle had done to him. No, he was sickened by the idea of sticking his--just no. But, he didn't have much choice in the matter with Belle.

That was how his parents found him, screaming and pinned beneath the older woman. She was promptly evicted from the house while he was pampered and cared for. He had nightmares--no joke; mostly about Belle and sometimes of faceless women or men--for months. But he also picked up a peculiar habit. (view spoiler)[Truthfully, he had no real intention of starting it. He really, honestly didn't. It was an accident, entirely. His hand slipped while he was taking a piss, and the rest is history. (hide spoiler)] But, eventually, life went back to normal. Things didn't seem so bad.

When his parents found that he had no real inclinations towards bedding someone of either or neither sex, they were quite disappointed. He was supposed to be the one to carry on their name, to make the family grow. But, they got over it. And kicked him out of the house, because what good would housing an asexual seventeen year old be if the only thing that involved his willy--aside from peeing--that he was willing to do got them no grandchildren. At that point, he'd expected as much from them. He'd gotten himself a job at the palace shortly beforehand, which is where he's been ever since.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- helena liera ( nee bennet )
  ▽ father -- paris liera
  ▽ sister -- ana liera
  ▽ sister -- felicity liera
  ▽ sister -- eranna liera
  ▽ sister -- benny liera
[ external ]
  ▽ employer -- schreave family
  ▽ allies -- open
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open

[Kendra]

"There're two ways to respond to force when ye're weak. Ye can put up a resistance ye cannot keep up li' glass, and shatter. Or ye can bend around an' adapt to the force, like a cloth, an' be left un'armed."

First Name: Gethin
Middle Name: Agrona
Last Name: Alwyn
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Place of Birth: Hansport

Position: Manservant/Butler; Generic servant

Appearance:
http://potboilerpress.com/images/king...

Personality: Gethin, or, as has become his nickname, "Get," tends to slink into the background and has some effort speaking to people. He is especially intimidated by those who are of a forceful personality. As a consequence, he is an utterly agreeable yes-man who will not oppose anyone. He will swiftly obey any order (so long as it isn't too complex) and avoid conflict at all costs.

Likes/Dislikes: He finds joy in peace and maintaining a status quo. Keeping things out of flux, chaos, and confusion are nice for him, as confusion and complexity baffle him.
Strengths/Weaknesses: He is good with his arms and can grab a weapon and fight in a pinch, but he is illiterate.

Family: He had a mother, Ceridwen, who has died due to the appallingly low lifespans for the lower class, but was not suitable for marriage precisely for the same reason that he never met his father. He is a bastard.

Background History: Upon being born he was a plague on his mother. Because of him she could find no husband or work as a maid or farmhand. He, however, was good with his hands and was recruited as a dock worker age of ten. The dock fell on hard times when a bigger port nearby absorbed its business and Gethin took up work with a cobbler until he secured a "real job" mending shoes at a noble's manor. When the noble was conquered by another, he became that noble's servant. That noble died and his line was only continued in his daughter, who then went on to win the Selection for that generation.
That was fourteen years ago, when Get was fifteen.

Province: Hansport

Caste: Lower than six but higher than seven.

Others: Around other servants he does actually loosen up quite a bit.

[Kendra]

Name: Ozan Sair Sarkici

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Job: Poet

Appearance: http://toosfoundation.com/wp-content/...

Caste: Five

Skills: Writing (in English, no less) with iambic pentameter poems of wars in interesting ways.

Personality: Ozan had been one of the "converts" celebrated by the church, but he is not religious. Rather, he has abandoned the religion of his home land in Iran rather than adopting the God of the church. They counted it as a victory anyway. Ozan is out to make a good story. His verses are finely tuned and their rhythm is precise. And this is good. He needs nothing else. He is content with himself and his verses. The fact that they give him a place in society is a bonus.

History: Ozan was born in Iran but his poems didn't do well there. There was something "western" about them in its underlying psychology that he just could not shake. So he didn't. He moved west and got into the country by claiming to be a convert. He told his verses at various taverns until a high guard to a noble heard his poems and liked it. So Ozan was soon invited to perform at that noble's manor. Soon he was a regular bard there and other nobles, consequently, heard his poems. After enough of them heard him he eventually gave poems at the palace. Though he had little experience with love poems, he was asked to deliver one at the selection fifteen years ago, when he was seventeen (pretending to be eighteen). Now, Ozan is a part of the staff, the Royal Family's personal minstrel for poems of both love and war.

Family: Ozan does not speak to his family or attempt to. He had two brothers, both younger, and a sister, older than he. His parents disgraced him for a reason I'm not telling you right now.

[Leena]

sucre'd fiend wrote: "created by fiend; inspired by jenn, shah, and chrys
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Fiend Approved~

Kotu I'm going to approve them but I would like to encourage you to next time please bold your 'age, gender' ect. next time? It just makes easier for reading :P Unless Summer says otherwise you are okay to rp

[Kendra]

Embolden them. Understood.

[Leena]

Awesome ! Welcome to the group btw :D

[Kendra]

I feel welcome.

[Lord]

Leena wrote: "sucre'd fiend wrote: "created by fiend; inspired by jenn, shah, and chrys
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male × nineteen × feb. ix × single ( asexual ) × fo..."

Is there anything I need to do? ^_^

[Leena]

SO DIDN'T SCROLL UP THAT FAR SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME, you're good, Approved Strike, and hello!

[Lord]

Leena wrote: "SO DIDN'T SCROLL UP THAT FAR SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME, you're good, Approved Strike, and hello!"

It's okay don't worry hehe - thank you! :')

[Lord]

Adrian Alex Day, Royal Entertainer

"Yes I know I'm perfect, anything else?"


Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Adrian
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Alex
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Day
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Golden Boy

Agє: 24
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: 18th October
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: England

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Bisexual
Ƈяυѕн: Open
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Open

Ƈαѕтє: 2
ƝαтισηαƖιту: British
Occυραтιση: Singer/Songwriter/Palace Entertainer/Sometime Actor
Face Claim: Jackson Rathbone

Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
Tall, slender and beautiful, Adrian has brown hair and brown eyes, his eyes being his favourite feature. He has nice cheekbones, and wears only the most expensive clothes.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
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ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Adrian is first and foremost arrogant. He's great fun to be around, and extremely fond of extravagance, but if he doesn't think you're worth his time, you're out. Once befriended, always befriended, and he dislikes his friends mingling with people beneath them.

Of course, people don't tend to leave him, even if they do disagree. Once Adrian is in your heart, he never really leaves. Of course, Adrian is well aware of this, and it does little to sate his massive ego. He lives the life of a rockstar, and his born talents have carried him to the top with ease. Proud and hot-headed, he does not take kindly to people saying no, and he is stubborn to no end. If there is a soft side at all to Adrian, people would have a hard time finding it. Music is the love of his life, and blessed be the one who replaces it as number one in his heart.

That said, he is very playful and can be childish at times, his friends often describing him as a demanding little puppy. It's all or nothing with him.

Lιкєѕ:
- Music
- Poetry
- Talent
- Sex
- Jazz clubs
- Money
- Dogs

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
- Ugliness
- Being told what to do
- Fast food
- His father

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
- Music
- Partying
- Thrill seeking
- Women
- Men, also

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
- Talented
- Confident
- Charming
- Ambitious
- Open
- Clever/cunning

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
- Arrogant
- Mean
- Elitist
- Demanding
- Egotistical
- Selfish

Hιѕтσяу:
Though Adrian came from a very ordinary family, every one of them knew from day one that he would go on to do great things. Mastering the piano at the age of 4, the violin by 8 and the guitar by 10, he had never dreamed of being anything other than a musician. When his parents put him in for the church choir, it was not long before he was chorister in the most prestigious catherdral around. Of course, church music was not where his heart lay.

When he was 15, he wrote a song for a girl he liked, and seeing how well it went down he wrote more. Song after song. He began to experiment with his voice, and little did he know then that he would one day be able to go from rockstar to Sinatra in seconds. By 16 years old, he was signed.

"I came from... Humble beginnings."

"Music gives me life."

His father didn't like it, and wanted Adrian to get a proper education so that he could get a 'proper job'. Of course, this was lost completely on Adrian and he knew exactly what he wanted in life. He performed on the West End for a while before going to record his first album. By the time he was 19, he was an international superstar.

When he was hired as a singer for a Royal event, he took the offer without hesitation, wanting to see the inside of the palace for the first time. He was so excited, he cancelled his tour. He toned down the rockstar, suited up, and provided an evening of cool entertainment that went down well. He was told he would be hired again; he was ecstatic. You know you've hit the top when the Royal Family want you back again. He met the other entertainers, and found they were easy to work with. He was living his dream; everything was in the palm of his hand, and nothing could be better for him. Though he had always hated the city, he knew he was at the top of his game.

People were always telling him there was more to life than living the way he did, but he figured he couldn't miss what he'd never known. He got famous very fast, when he was very young. The only way is up.

ƑαмιƖу:
Malcom Day - Father - alive
Rhydia Day - Mother - Alive

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Open

Ɛηємιєѕ: Open

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Red, black and grey
Favorite Flower: Roses
Favorite Foods: Pasta and sushi
Favorite Constellation: Lyra
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Libra
Birth Element: Air
Fears: Falling from grace
Flaws: He's an arsehole
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fNMg...

"Do you wanna go, where I've never let you before?"