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Honeydew and & QueenOfHearts || The Princess and the Thief
Meeting Lana Sidus: As stated earlier, Lucas met Lana when he found the cottage. He crept inside, sunlight seeping in through the broken windows, the door making an ear-piercing creak. “Hello?” He asked, stepping inside. He heard a sound coming from one of the rooms. He crept slowly to the door and took out the dagger that he’d bought (with the gold coins he’d stolen) and held it in front of him. “Hello?” He called out again, opening the door. He heard a yelp and something hit the floor. What the…? He thought as he crept around the table, and raised an eyebrow. “Who are you?” He asked. He was a woman laying flat on her face, with a whitish-light-blue-ish dress with small sparkles, and platinum blonde curly hair. She had a silver cuff on her wrist (he’d have to get that and sell it to the market later), with grey flat shoes. “You can’t see me.” The girl said, and Lucas laughed and squatted down. “Miss, I can see you just fine. Now lift up that pretty head of yours so I can see you better.” He said softly, and the girl looked up, a mix of scowl and confusion written on her face. “‘Scuse me?” She said, and Lucas cracked a grin. The girl was undoubtedly beautiful, with her pale blue eyes and dark red lips that brought out her cupid’s bow. Her skin seemed to glow faintly in the dark like she was illuminating her features. “Come on, up.” He said as she stood up and held a hand out. The girl cocked an eyebrow at him but took his hand reluctantly. “Who are you?” The two asked at the same time. “Sorry, sorry, uhm you go first.” The girl said and Lucas nodded his head. “I’m Lucas.” He said. “I’m Lana.” She said with a smile, and Lucas pondered the name. “Lana—Luna—Moon?” He asked, trying to figure out her name. “Sic Latine loqueris?” The girl asked. “Paulo.” He responded. “How about this, you don’t get to kill me, and I’ll teach you some. And….I guess I can let you stay here as long as you don’t take advantage of it……or me.” She said, eying the knife and his waist. Lucas felt his face turn red. “W-what? No! I would never- I mean I would like to stay here- but I wouldn’t-” he stammered, and Lana laughed. “It’s okay. Besides, you can help me give this place a fix-up.” She said. And so Lucas did. He helped fix up the house, got some stuff to go inside, and in return, the girl Lanna, would teach him Latin. Latin is now the 2nd language he knows best, right behind English. The two quickly became friends and slept together a couple of times. When they realized they liked each other, they dated for two years before deciding that it was best for the both of them that they’d stay as friends.Taking in Pax the Oak Leaf Ferret: Lana and Lucas were doing their usual chores around the small, broken-down cottage when Lana decided that they could use a break. “I saw some berries down by the creek yesterday, and they looked liked they’re ready to be picked.” She started, looking up from making the bed. “Really? Why didn’t you grab some?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “It didn’t occur to me,” she said, and Lucas nodded. He could understand that. The two finished the chore they were doing (Lana was making the bed, and Lucas was fixing a chair…..for the 7th time in a month) and headed out into the forest. When they came across the bush, it was indeed full of ripe berries. The two collected enough berries to make a jam and whatnot and headed back. They went to bed. The next day, Lucas heard something in the kitchen, so he brought his pocketknife, and searched for the sound. When he saw it was a green….well he wasn’t sure what it was but it looked like it would pickpocket him on the street if it was human. Or just in general. “Hey! What the!” He yelled and the little thing ran to the room. Lana heard a yelp and giggle, and Lucas went to go check it out. “It's an Oak Leaf Ferret!” she exclaimed as the thing scampered around. “He was hungry,” she said, holding out a small handful of the berries to the thing, and it ate the berries out of her hand gently. After a long talk and a quick argument, Lucas decided to name it, Pax. He felt like it suited the little guy, and so that was that. Pax the Oak Leaf Ferret.
The Obsession With The Crown: When Lucas was 6, his mother told him of the king and queen of Caetador; Alaric Cypher Damaris and Mirena Verice Bronte Damaris. “They sit on their zadok all day, and don’t pay attention to us, môj syn. They don’t feed us, and we’re stuck to feed on the scrapes of what they give to the pigs.” She explained, and Lucas nodded. “We mustn’t trust them, nor shall we follow them. One day the padne koruna, and môj syn, we will rise.” She told him. This was also when she started to explain how they should survive; thievery and tricks and scandals. Once his mother died, Lucas became even more determined to get the crown. “If I was King, I would make sure everyone got food and homes!” He would say to those who would listen. “Eheh, sure kid.” the drunks would say and roll their eyes. It was only a year later that Lucas started making plans for stealing the crown. When he was 20, he started to go over them with Lana. “You’re crazy…” she said in awe, and Lucas smiled and replied, “I prefer creative.”
((Great!! Should I make a character first then before we get started? Perhaps they meet at a seasonal ball or something?))
((sure!))
((Okay, I'll try making a character today at some point!!))
((Alrighty! no rush!))
((Alrighty! no rush!))
((Sorry not sure it'll be today and this weekend I'm leaving on a week long trip, so not sure exactly when I'll get a character up))
that's fine! take ur time :]
Thank you so much for understanding. But I am not abandoning you lol
lol all good
Honestly I think I would do better with a simple character profile if that's alright! If it is, I'll put one up and if that sounds okay then could you start us off?
Name: Princess Rosalind Analise Clemonte
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Details: When she was a child, her mother grew sick and died from the fever. She was raised by the ladies of the castle and the command of her father, the great king. Rosalind wants to do what is right and be the kind of daughter that her father is proud of, but being a daughter and not a son, she knows he does not care for her as much as he should.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Details: When she was a child, her mother grew sick and died from the fever. She was raised by the ladies of the castle and the command of her father, the great king. Rosalind wants to do what is right and be the kind of daughter that her father is proud of, but being a daughter and not a son, she knows he does not care for her as much as he should.
QueenofHearts wrote: "Name: Rosalind Analise ClemonteAge: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Details: When she was a child, her mother grew sick and died from the fever. She was raised by the ladies of the castle and th..."
:000 she's so pretty!!!!
Thank you!! Where should we start?
So here is like- idk- like the starter that I've thought of(view spoiler)
So Ig like with Rosalind responding to Lucas's interaction with her.
Rosalind stood amongst the bustling crowds in the huge ballroom, laughing softly at some sort of joke that one of the young knights had shared with the group. More or less it was a nervous laugh, for Rosalind hated these parties where she was thrown in the midst of them by her father in an attempt to marry her off to the most eligible lord or prince to secure her place in the world. She was a princess. She was supposed to be used to that. She was supposed to live her life as some rich fancy girl who wanted to someday rule the world or have everyone practically worship her. But Rosalind hated it. Every day, she put on a fake mask to cover who she was and pretend for her father.
Eventually, the group of popular pretty princesses and ladies and handsome knights and lords moved on and for a moment, Rosalind found herself standing alone. She jumped as someone tapped her arm and turned, finding herself looking at a young man dressed in a dark set of clothing. While he wasn't as extravagant as most of the lords in the room, he carried an air of importance about himself and there was something about that grin.
"And you are?" she asked before she could stop herself and simply nod, agree with him, and dance to put on a show for those around her.
Eventually, the group of popular pretty princesses and ladies and handsome knights and lords moved on and for a moment, Rosalind found herself standing alone. She jumped as someone tapped her arm and turned, finding herself looking at a young man dressed in a dark set of clothing. While he wasn't as extravagant as most of the lords in the room, he carried an air of importance about himself and there was something about that grin.
"And you are?" she asked before she could stop herself and simply nod, agree with him, and dance to put on a show for those around her.
((Hi, sorry I didn't see this! I love the response!!))"What, no exchange such as how are you?" he teased, leading her to the middle of the room, where others were dancing, the skirts flowing across the floor. "You can call me Keldings," he said with a smirk as he lifted the princess's hand and twirled her slowly. "And who may you be?" He asked, placing a hand hesitantly on her waist, clasping her hand with his other as he swayed with the music with her. The hand on her waist seemed to be hovering there as if he wasn't sure if his hand placement was correct or not.
((I apologize for the reply being much shorter T_T))
((Thank you!))
Rosalind frowned at him as he tugged her by the hand towards the dance floor. It was automatic for her to slip into the dance steps but she felt rigid. She hated all of this. Her father wanted her to catch the attention of the right man so they could marry and he would no longer have to deal with her. She couldn't wait until she could slip away for the evening and shut out all conversation with these hundreds of party guests.
"Keldings? Keldings who? Are you a prince? A king? A lord?" Rosalind cocked her head, her brown eyes searching his face. She didn't recall seeing him ever before, but again, she ran into so many new faces all the time that it didn't surprise her too much. "Princess Rosalind Clemonte."
Rosalind frowned at him as he tugged her by the hand towards the dance floor. It was automatic for her to slip into the dance steps but she felt rigid. She hated all of this. Her father wanted her to catch the attention of the right man so they could marry and he would no longer have to deal with her. She couldn't wait until she could slip away for the evening and shut out all conversation with these hundreds of party guests.
"Keldings? Keldings who? Are you a prince? A king? A lord?" Rosalind cocked her head, her brown eyes searching his face. She didn't recall seeing him ever before, but again, she ran into so many new faces all the time that it didn't surprise her too much. "Princess Rosalind Clemonte."
((That's fine! It's great :) ))
((Thanks! And you're welcome ^^))He let out a warm laugh at her questions, trying to turn on his charm. "I have no title that would mean something to you, Princess Rosalind Clemonte." He said, bowing before her again, kissing her knuckles lightly, just as his mother had taught him. He was avoiding the subject of his name since he wasn't sure if he would be able to pull this off, and if he didn't, he didn't want people to come after him, or find him.
"You look lovely this evening," He said with a smile, picking up his pace as the music started to quicken. He wasn't wrong, either. She looked as lovely as the stars in the night sky, but he figured one compliment at a time was best. He was intrigued with the way her eyes seemed to try and dissect him, see who he was and what he was up to.
"So what does that make you?" Rosalind pressed, insistent and continuing to frown at him for his lack of answer. She knew he was avoiding her question but she didn't quite understand. He must be hiding something. It was hard not to feel suspicious about someone she hardly knew. She already felt distant to most, if not all, her immediate family members.
"Thank you," Rosalind said stoically. It was required for her to be a kind princess in the very least. Anyone would probably be able to tell how much she did not want to be here anymore. She swallowed and looked away from him, concentrating on the steps to the dance. Another dance would soon be done. Then she would be alright.
"Thank you," Rosalind said stoically. It was required for her to be a kind princess in the very least. Anyone would probably be able to tell how much she did not want to be here anymore. She swallowed and looked away from him, concentrating on the steps to the dance. Another dance would soon be done. Then she would be alright.
"A guy dancing with a pretty girl," He teased, spinning her around on the dance floor. He would dip her and bring her to her feet, spinning her outward and pulling her in close to him as they danced, taking on a more fluid approach to it rather than the elegant swaying and spinning the other partner dancers had. He saw a look on her face that Lucas understood, and eventually, he and Rosalind had danced their way (without drawing an eye) to the edge of the ballroom by a set of open doors. He spun her out there, following after her. When he was in the hall, he dipped her, holding her with one hand while closing the door behind him with the other. He pulled her back up, his chest rising and lowering heavily. Why is dancing not considered a heavy task? he wondered. Lucas figured that if he had to dance any more, and as intense as he was, he would faint. And then his mission would fail.
He was full of compliments, this man was. She blushed, frowning at him. He was flirtatious, and she didn't know how to react to any of that! They danced hard until her heart was throbbing and her breath was coming in rapid bursts. She needed to relax. It wasn't easy with this handsome man - for he grew more handsome the longer she looked at him and she wasn't sure that was a good thing.
It didn't take long before she realized where they were, just as the door shut behind them. The two of them were alone in the hallway. Rosalind listened to her breathing for a moment, her eyes meeting his gaze. "What are we doing? We need to go back...where the others are." She let out another shaky breath and attempted to pull her hand back from the man.
It didn't take long before she realized where they were, just as the door shut behind them. The two of them were alone in the hallway. Rosalind listened to her breathing for a moment, her eyes meeting his gaze. "What are we doing? We need to go back...where the others are." She let out another shaky breath and attempted to pull her hand back from the man.
"You look like you were ready to set the room ablaze with everyone in it," He said, a small spark in his eyes at the thought. "You also looked like you were ready to drop dead from boredom. So, huzzah!" He said, gesturing around as he did a slow 360 turn, his voice echoing slightly as he exclaimed "huzzah.""Besides, it's cooler out here than there." He said, shrugging off his leather vest. A small ring came out of the pocket and he smiled as he swooped it off the floor. "Ah yes, I nearly forgot." He said, exaiming the small ring. It was a gold band with a small light-pink jewel in the shape of a blossom. "For you," He said softly, taking one of her hands and sliding the ring onto her pointer finger.
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"I'm supposed to be out there with the others!" Rosalind insisted. She was already imagining the smoke rising from the room, curling up towards the tall ceiling and choking out the light. She hadn't been bored; that didn't describe her feelings. She had felt as though she were the one being choked with the pressure of all those hundreds of guests. But now that she was standing out here in the hall with this man who told her little about himself other than being Keldings. What did he want with her? Knowing she was a princess, was he going to kill her, steal her away, or worse?
Her eyes tracked his every movement. She even caught the furrowing of his brow as he slid a ring onto her finger. It was beautiful, Rosalind had to admit.
"You don't even know me - why is this for me?" She asked. "Keldings, this isn't proper in the very least. We must go back," she tried one more time. The way he was standing, his body blocked the direction to the door.
Her eyes tracked his every movement. She even caught the furrowing of his brow as he slid a ring onto her finger. It was beautiful, Rosalind had to admit.
"You don't even know me - why is this for me?" She asked. "Keldings, this isn't proper in the very least. We must go back," she tried one more time. The way he was standing, his body blocked the direction to the door.
Lucas rolled his eyes at the Princess's comment about where she was supposed to be and not supposed to be. Her hand was soft and smooth. Not a single callous. he thought. He let out a small hum at her question. "Well, you can always give it back and I give it to some other gal in the ballroom," He said, raising an eyebrow. "You can go back, Princess, but you're not gonna enjoy it." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Besides, no one seemed to care we slipped out." He said with a shrug. "And the whole thing about being proper is stupid. Why should you sit still and quiet while some duke from who-knows-where keeps getting on your nerves?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Of course, it was a hypothetical situation, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was something that occurred daily.
Princess Rosalind's hand curled into somewhat of a loose fist and she lowered it down to her side. The ring felt heavy on her finger. He was going to play this game, wasn't he? Her father hated her sassiness, told her it was going to get her killed at some point. Or embarrass him, which was practically the same thing.
She let out a heavy breath and rolled her eyes, turning to face him directly. "It's what's expected of me, Mr. Not-a-Lord-or-a-Duke-or-a-Prince. Royalty isn't all about doing whatever I want when I want. Now tell me. What are we doing out here?" She arched an eyebrow, feeling some irritation grow with his casualness.
She let out a heavy breath and rolled her eyes, turning to face him directly. "It's what's expected of me, Mr. Not-a-Lord-or-a-Duke-or-a-Prince. Royalty isn't all about doing whatever I want when I want. Now tell me. What are we doing out here?" She arched an eyebrow, feeling some irritation grow with his casualness.
"And I was expected to die when I was a child," He said it as if saying a fact. Normally he didn't pull that card, one of a deck he'd kept mentally handy in case he needed to win something—or someone—over. His lips tilted slightly upward at her response. "I already told you: you didn't look comfortable in there so here we are."He liked to see the bit of the "un-princess-like" act come out in her, because it reminded him of why he chose her instead of someone else—she wasn't a complete rich snob who would laugh at him.
Rosalind raised her eyebrows, eyes widening just slightly when he spoke. "I just don't see what we're supposed to do out here. I don't know you." This was somewhat risky, the two of them standing alone in the hallway. But she didn't have to put on an act. She sighed, crossing her arms, and walked over to lean back against the nearest wall. "Everyone expects me to marry some rich, important man and most of them are a good deal older than me and are as ugly as they could get and care nothing other than having a foofoo girl on their arm."
"Could be worse," he said. "You could've grown up with nothing but the faint memory of a warm smile." He said, raising an eyebrow. "No clothes, no food, no shelter. Just your thoughts and will." He said, glancing down at his clothes as if afraid they disappeared. He looked back up at her, hoping that, if her family did ship her off to some stranger, she would be with someone who treated her well, not just with the basic necessities, but with all of their heart and soul.
"Yes, it could be worse for me. That's why I shut up and do what I'm told," Rosalind shrugged. She frowned at him. "Tell me more about yourself. You've hardly told me who you are."
"And so have you," He said teasingly. "Besides, I'm the outsider here, I can't just go and stop being all mysterious. Then you'll forget about me, forget how I saved you from murdering everyone in that room." He joked. He paused, and then Lucas spoke again. "But, I will tell you this: I'm not rich nor important. I'm not much older than you, I assume, and I most defiantly do not want to marry anyone, nor have a bond like that." He said with a shrug, shifting her words from earlier around so they told his truth. "And I'm obviously handsome," he said with a wiggle of eyebrows in a joking manner.
"Oh really, you think I would have murdered everyone in the room?" Rosalind scoffed, but she could tell he was joking. She really hadn't thought there was a certain expression on her face but clearly this man had seen one. "You're also quite the haughty character. I can see that. How come you are here at this ball when the majority of the time they are for couples to find each other and marry?"
He gave her a wink at her comment about him being a daughter character. "Because I got bored and I love drama, and no offense, but something always goes down at one of these. Last year a duke was caught having a....multi-person affair." He said with a chuckle. "So yeah, drama. Love to see it in person rather than hear it from someone who got the details all mixed up." He said with a shrug.
"Something's always tangling into a mess and that is exactly why I hate these. I don't have any interest in getting stuck in the middle of one." Rosalind looked disgusted by that and frowned. "I don't even care what duke does what as long as I'm not involved."
((Sorry that is so short. Couls not think of what else to say.))
((lol it's okie, dwai))Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Don't like drama and yet you just danced with a random guy who clearly doesn't belong to these kind of thing." He said teasingly with a laugh. "You're something else, Ms. Rosalind." He said with a smile.
(( omg i love this rppp <333 ))
"Did I have much of a choice there?" Rosalind scowled at him, resting her hands on her hips. "You practically forced me onto the dance floor. I-I...and it's Princess Rosalind to you," she added with a frustrated huff. She turned on her heel and suddenly found herself hurrying down the hallway. She would take a breather, give herself some space from this irritating man, and head back to the dance hall where she was expected to be.
He frowned. "I did not force you, I—hey wait!" He called, taking long strides to get to her, which didn't take long. "Princess Rosalind, I did not force you, you could've left at any time." He said with a huff of his own. He stood in front of her, as if to make her pause. "You're telling me, that I forced you to dance with me, even though I was hesitant to touch your waist, your shoulders, anywhere but your hand, which, by the way, war firmly in mine the entire time." He said with a narrowed look. "You can accuse me of a lot of things, but I did not force you." He said, jutting out his chin. "I would never force a lady, much like yourself, to do something she didn't want to do."
"I said practically, you Mr. Keldings," Princess Rosalind stiffened. "You were also the one who took my hand in the first place and pulled me out onto the dance floor. None of this matters anyway," she scowled, moving forward to step around the young man blocking her path.
"It matters to me," he said with a frown, but he let her step around him. He wanted to say something to make her stay, but he wasn't sure as to what he could say.
"Why does it matter?" Rosalind stopped, trying her hardest not to give him a good slap across his face. He was so irritating and truthfully she wasn't even sure why. He hadn't really done anything wrong, but she did not like attention much. She had too much of it on a normal basis as a princess and now being singled out like this in private, she had no idea how to handle herself when you would have expected her to be the best at it.
"Because. Princess Rosalind, you're going to go around after the party, after dark, gossiping to whoever will listen, that I forced you to dance with me, to come out here." He spat at her. "And that is the one thing I don't do, forcing others to do what I want. I always give them a choice. It is not my fault you failed to see your two options." He said, furrowing his eyebrows. He was trying to stay calm, but she was making it hard for him. "But that's what you people do, isn't it? Anyone who is below your status, you claim that they have ill intentions." He said with a scoff.
Now she really wanted to slap his face. She clenched her fists in the most unladylike of ways and faced him straight on. A frown passed over her features. "You assume I'm a gossiper. You assume that because I was born into a certain household that I must take after whatever you think I am. Yet again you have your own made up ideas about who I am and you expect me to play out each of them to satisfy you. How unkind." A look crossed her face, a mixture of anger and pain.
"Yeah, I assumed that, because you give me nothing to go off!" He said. When she said that he was unkind, he let out a humorless laugh. "You say I'm unkind, but you don't really know, do you. You don't really know what is happening outside your castle walls as we speak, do you
"It is foolish to assume!" Rosalind exclaimed. "Look, I'm sorry I said anything about you forcing me to dance that stupid dance tonight. You didn't, and I didn't mean that. I said the wrong thing because I am frustrated, alright? As far as what's going on, I'm only human. I only know so much. And I do know that I'm to marry the first man out there that proposes to me so long as he's rich and powerful. I'm a pawn in my father's hand and he doesn't care what happens to me so long as he makes the right allies and benefits from me. And there is nothing I'm allowed to do about it." She paused as a ridiculous idea came to her mind. "Unless I ran away." Princess Rosalind looked at the strange man and her fists unclenched.
He decided to forgive her after she finished her monologue but then paused when she suggested running away. "Oh?" he mumbled, staring at her. "The good little Princess thinking about," he leaned in mockingly. "About rebelling?" he said in a stage whisper, smirking slightly.
Her brow pinched. "What do you suggest I do? Marry some crusty old man twice my age so he can have babies with me?" She looked sick suddenly at the thought. "Sometimes I just really hate being a princess."
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King Alaric and Queen Mirena were hosting a party for their oldest, Destry Harlin Damaris, who had just turned 24. Everyone was invited to the land. Invites were sent out to each house in the South, a spokesman shared the news in the center of the North, and letters were sent out into the Forest of Elves. It started at noon and would end at midnight. There would be lunch, dancing, and entertainment. Supper would be provided, a huge banquet if you will. Then drinking and dancing and telling stories and dancing would begin.
A young man scanned the ballroom, wearing his finest clothing: A black button-up long-sleeve with a leather vest and trousers with boots. He carried a satchel with him, a hand clutched on the strap. His hungry eyes scanned the room, spotting luxurious goods that would fit in said satchel; a ruby necklace, a golden goblet, a ring with a blue stone, a marble plate with a gold lining, earrings, and a pouch of gold coins. His eyes scanned the ballroom again and grinned when he landed on one of the princesses. She was quiet and polite. Young. Smart. She must have access to the crown. he thought mischievously. She was talking among her family, laughter escaping the group and into the ball. He slowly snaked his way through the guest, taking a ring or two along the way and putting it in his satchel. He figured he could give one to the princess once she was done talking, so he fished one out of his bag and place it in his pocket.
As the crowd move on to other subjects, eventually leaving behind the princess, the man came up behind the princess and tapped her shoulder. “Hm?” She mumbled and turned around, but the man was now behind her again and tapped her other shoulder. “Ah. I see.” She muttered with a smile, turning around again. When the man went to go tap her shoulder again, the princess lightly grabbed his hand, and turned around. “Hi,” He said with a crooked grin. “May I have this dance?” He asked with a bow, looking up at her.
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*You would be rping the princess, I the theif.*
CHARACTER
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“You say I steal, I say you're oblivious to my borrowing…”
First Name: Lucas
Middle Name: Ray
Last Name: Keldings
Nicknames: Luke
Age: 21
Sign: Aries
Height: 6’4
Weight: 210 lbs
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Straight
Sex: Cis Male
“Fine, go ahead, make me your villain!”
Personality: Lucas Ray Keldings is a bastard. Literally. His mother was a scoundrel who got her head chopped off when he was 10. His father was married. Because of his background, he usually avoids the subject and carries on with his life. Lucas is the kind of guy who will tell you that the golden goblet is half full, and then steal it from you. He doesn't take no for an answer, no matter what. He’s stubborn when first met, unlike his flirt. He’s known in the North as a flirt, no matter who you are. He makes the women swoon, and can charm a man when he really wants something from them, such as their daughter or wife, or his money. Usually the last one. Lucas has this teasing side that reveals itself whenever he wants something, from a fancy necklace to a few gold coins. Very devil-may-care (he seems relaxed and doesn’t seem worried about the consequences of his actions (most of the time)) attitude.
“Su casa es mi casa…”
Where do they live?: North Caetador
Where are they from?: North Caetador
Languages spoken: English, Latin, Dorian (Slovak), Spanish
Cultures/ Beliefs: Believes in taking things from those who deserve it (ex. Snobby rich men) Believes in giving to the poor rather than taking from them.
House: An old cottage just on the banks of North Caetador and The Forest of Elves (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/8754576...)
LIVING ROOM: Just a few chairs, a bearskin rug, a little fireplace
DINING ROOM:A table that looks like it's ready to collapse, a few chairs, a cabinet in the background (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/6382451...)
KITCHEN: Small oven, place to cook (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/3300300...)
BEDROOM: A bed, a desk, maps and whatnot on the walls, a trunk full of his stuff (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/2603712...)
BATHROOM: toilet, cabinet
OTHER ROOMS: OUTSIDE: garden, river, creek/waterfall
“Kind of a pretty boy, ain’t I?”
Outfit vibes: Flynn Rider Vibes from Tangled
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/4433237...
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/6240300...
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/9394931...
I'm feeling devious….You're looking glamorous….Let's get mischievous….
Mother: Sandra Elise Reynolds (Died at 27)
Father: Eli Marn Keldings (62)
Siblings: Lilith Elise Keldings (sister) (26)
Pets: An Oak Leaf Ferret named Pax (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/7951736...) (2 years old (in human years it's roughly 32 years old in ferret years))
Other Family Members: N/A
Friends: Lana Sidus (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/5999639...) (Moon Elf) (20)
Significant Other: N/A
Enemies: Royal Guards
“We’re just kids who grew up too fast…”
Background: Lucas Ray Keldings grew up in a rough house. Well, he didn’t live in a house ‘till he was 14, but that's not the point. His mother caught the eye of a man front the South, and the two slept together…even though the man was married and already had a family of his own Multiple times. One of the times was the cause of Lucas’s sister, Lilith. A few years later and lots of secret nights later, Lucas was in the world, screaming and crying. Once they had Lucas, the man decided that he couldn’t risk his wife finding out about his mistress. Sandra Elise Reynolds (his mother) ran around with other men in the country, not caring one bit about the effects it had on her two kids. Lillith practically raised Lucas, especially once he was 10. When Lucas was 10, his mother had slept with two guys at the same time, and the third guy she slept with before those two found out, and sliced her head clean off. Lucas and Lillith were hiding behind a barrel and some sacks of potatoes and carrots and meat and whatnot, too scared to do anything. The screaming and the heavy thump of his mother’s head falling still haunts Lucas at night. Lucas helped out every now and then with getting food (via stealing/charming the people) when he was young, but now that his mother was gone and it was just him and Lillith, he had to step up his game. He broke into houses while Lilith charmed the old man who owned the place, taking what looked like it could be worth something, and snuck off. Lilith would usually arrive at night back in the alleyway they were living in kiss-drunk. When Lucas was 14, he ventured off a little too far away from the village he lived in and came across an old cottage on the outskirts of North Caetador and the beginning of The Forest of Elves. There, he ran into a moon elf who went by the name Lana Sidus. A few years later, when Lucas was 19, he and Lana came across an Oak Leaf Ferret that was roughly a couple of months old, with no mom. Lucas decided to take him in. Lana and Lucas live together in the cottage, Lillith coming by every now and then. Lana and Lucas dated for two years before agreeing that they were better off as friends, though every now and then they’ll flirt with each other.
“Daddy’s not here now to save you…”
“Well, not her dad, but I sure am here!”
Bite my tongue, bide my time….wearing a warning sign….
“You sit up there on your throne, giving no thought to us whatsoever. You had everything handed to you on a silver platter. That silver platter got tossed out to the North, where I stole it from some drunkard.”
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Extra background info will be added in the next post