Fantasy Another Reincarnation Rp (Cs)

[Britt-21]

Here is the basic sheet as well as the available roles at the moment. Anime and semi-realistic art only please. The sheet will be very simple and if you want to add more, you're more than welcome.

CS

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Role:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Height:
Personality:
Magic?(This can only be minimal things like healing small wounds, blessings, etc. Reach out to me for further assistance with this one):
History(Optional):
Appearance:




Roles


Princess (Reincarnated): SavannahSmiles
Royal Pet 1 (Reincarnated): DracoNightshade
Lady in waiting 1: Blispy125

Sibling of Princess (Princess): phibglib
Royal Pet 2(Reincarnated):
Lady/Lord in waiting 2:
Princess Knight 2: Lost Echo

Princess Knight 1(Reincarnated):


Duke of the East(Reincarnated): poi
Dutchess of the West: Britt-21

Prince of the Far North: Megilagor
Princess of the Far South: Marceline_idue

The Merchant: @Aue
The Weaponless Fighter(Reincarnated): Anthem

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION FOR REINCARNATES

The Prince/Princess of Saerin is known as a Tyrant, selfish, and could be cruel. While not the ruler, they have found multiple ways (Without being caught) of sabotaguing their younger sibling from ascending to the throne. They had yet to find a lover in order to finally take the crown, finding many men/women not right for themselves.

The first royal pet is a type of bird, firmly loyal to their master as a small little baby bird the master found it out of its nest. After being well taken care of, the master turned the bird into a messenger when urgent things needed to be handled. Even when its master turned into a Tyrant, the bird still remained a loyal companion.

The second royal pet is very Loyal to their master, always sticking by their side and always saving them from different situations. As a baby, the animal was adopted shortly after the second royal had been born and remained a friend since. Playing and guarding the baby when they could even though they themselves were also a baby in their animal lifespan.

The Weaponless fighter was someone who was good with fighting just with pressure points alone. He was well respected and no one messed with him in fear that he'd hit the one point that would end it all. In fact, he had peers also learning underneath him on how to carry on his legacy.​

 

[Alisutte]

CS

Name: Lirbert me Chinci
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Role: The Merchant
Eye Color: Yellow ■■■
Hair Color: Red like this. ■■■
Height: 140cm
Personality: Worships money as the one and only god of the world, she is happy with doing anything profitable, including human trafficking rings which are extremely profitable. Her only redeeming quality is her love, of money. She is very shady and makes no effort to hide it.
Magic: Masterful use of magical energy flowing through her body gives her the ability to determine whether cash or equivalents (for example, stock or bond certificates) she's holding in her hands are real or counterfeit. It only works on objects in her hands, so if she wants to check big volumes of documents or money she needs to do it in small steps: take some in hands, check, put away, take another batch in her hands, check, put away and so on and so forth. Actually, this tediousness isn't something Lirbert minds. On the contrary, she often enjoys spending hours of her time on using her magic in this way on money and documents as it brings her mental satisfaction.
History: The me Chinci family are infamous for their usury and overpriced merchandise.
Everyone, especially royals and nobles dread getting close to or reaching bankruptcy not only because bankruptcy in and by itself is bad but also because they fear that a me Chinci would crawl from underneath their beds and offer to sign a demonic contract with them. In fact, the legends say that ever since the family appeared 500 years ago the financial solvency of kingdoms throughout the known world has improved merely because having to borrow with the me Chinci around is not quite worth it.
Lirbert is the most recent demon of money incarnate.
She spends her days going from kingdom to kingdom, hoping and "hoping" that trouble hits one of them so they'd be forced to borrow from her as the me Chinci are often the only ones solvent and fearless enough to lend money during crises and tumultuous periods unlike most others who often get wiped out whether a great crisis occurs. This is why the me Chinci are hated and yet the necessity of them being around is often realized as well.
Appearance:
In the public's eye she can be usually seen in an attire consisting of a long, big bicorne (Napoleon-style) light-brown leather ■■■ hat worn in such a way that the two corners are situated by the front and back of her head rather than it's sides; and a brown-green dress which is voluminous, long and fully covers her legs and the rest of her body except her hands. (■■■)

Her stature is diminutive and her facial structure is elegantly aristocratic and lovely. Her hair is long and free and of the classic length. In the middle of her face (mostly on her nose) is a big linear scar which looks like one part of an "x". From an observer who is standing in front of her's POV it would look like an exceedingly slightly curved line going from top left to bottom right. It's something she received after a monarch of a now bankrupt nation lashed out at her lending rates and she sees it with great pride and honour. Rather than take away from her appearance, it presents itself as an accessory highlighting her looks.

 

[Britt-21]

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Name:
Isabella Lockhart

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Role:
Dutchess of the West

Eye Color:
Icy Blue

Hair Color:
Silver

Height:
5'6"

Personality:
Isabella is like a dice as she has multiple sides to her. Most would assume that perhaps she's playing games, or maybe even had a disorder of some sort. But that's the fun in it all isn't it? She plays with the people around her, leaving them in confusion on whether she is really playing games or having some sort of mental disorder that could make her unfit to be head of the household. There are days where she could be found sipping tea in the garden with a deadpan expression on her face, bored or perhaps having no patience for the day. Some times she's abnormally happy, greeting with kindness, hugs, and more. There are even days where she's hiding in her room all day glaring outside her window of her large home. The girl can also display high levels of possessiveness when she deems something as hers, as well as jealousy on top of it all. Nothing would stop her from spreading false rumors or causing a stir within the high class to get what she wants. In this case she could be seen as selfish too.

Isabella loves affection, attention even from other suitors. While most don't fit what she's looking for, it doesn't stop her from basking in the affection and absorbing it like a sponge. At times, she could be playing hard to get by giving the cold shoulder or perhaps avoiding the person she wants specific attention from. If she doesn't like you, there would be no hesitation on showing her displeasure. Venom will drip off her words, she'd slap rude comments down, and sometimes even Alienate. This is why both herself and the Princess got along so well, that woman was a Tyrant and someone that Isabella can count on and support.

Magic:
Icy Hands - Isabella is able to turn anything she touches into ice. Similar to how Midas turns things into gold. However she is able to activate or deactivate as she sees fit. Though the longer she holds onto something while active, the more it'll drain her and spread. Very rarely she'll use this and the only times it activates against her will is when she's severely jealous or angry. Thus she avoid touching anything.

History(Optional):

Being the first and only child to the Lockhart family, she was always valued to be head of household and was spoiled as a child. Though that's not what caused her to become who she is, in fact, she was the opposite of this person. While being spoiled, she was very kind, humble, and more. Even along with the princess of Saerin, they would play together, send letters, visit eachother, and more. The pair were basically two peas in a pod. Now while something happened with the princess and she suddenly became a Tyrant, the dutchess was upset about this but found her own dark calling as she found the attention of a local noble who would give her the attention she never asked for. Of course, being a young woman she slowly opened up only for the end to result in the man saying he was merely just using her to get what he wanted and that caused something to snap within her. After that she hadn't been the same and thus slowly became what she is today: A seductress who uses others to get what she wants and using them as a stepping stool. This didn't stop her from going after the man who pushed her in this direction and in the end, he was left broken and was nothing more than useless to her after that.

Now she understood why the Princess was a tyrant, no one understood and no one ever would aside from Isabella. The pair had began to meet once again, both enjoying each other's company and Bella fully supporting the Princess in what she wanted to do. The Tyrant Princess would rule the kingdom with an Iron fist and Isabella was all for it, no matter who they killed or knocked down to get what they wanted. As the pair got older, the Dutchess did get busier so it was harder to visit so she merely settled for letters to which she exchanged with the Princess. The only person who hadn't betrayed her and thus had her full trust and faith in her. While remaining at her humble abode in the west, her reign remains as she continues her path of possible destruction.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Isabella Gallery

 

[DracoNightshade]

Name: Blaze
Age: 3 years, about 30 mentally
Gender: Male
Role: Royal Pet 1 (Dragon Hawk)
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Red and gold plumage
Height: 2'6"
Personality: Blaze is loyal yet stubborn, he will argue if he doesn't agree with something. He also has a hard time sitting and waiting, preferring to fly, occasionally playing small pranks for the fun of it.
Magic: Searing Talons; Blaze can heat up his talons to the point of burning anything that touches them.
Telepathy; Blaze can't speak with a beak, he has developed this ability purely for communication.
History(Optional):
Appearance: Blaze's body is covered in primarily red feathers with a belly the color of cream and his outermost flight feathers the color of gold. Similar colored feathers appear to crown his head with a trio of horns. His legs and feet are more muscular and powerful than normal birds with each toe ending in a jet black talon. He also possesses a single, small claw on both of his wings. Finally, a gold anklet secured to his right leg with the royal crest.
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Will this do?

 

[Anthem]

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Name:
Ezekiel A. Pendragon

Epithet:
"The Deadliest Weapon"

Occupation(s):
Mentor of Martial Arts
Mercenary for Hire

Age:
20 Years of Age

Gender:
Male (He / Him)

Role:
The Weaponless Fighter (Reincarnated)

Unique Traits:
Assassin's Touch : By striking pressure points, nerve clusters, and other vital points placed around the body, Ezekiel can easily inflict pain or paralysis upon those who stand against him. He has also been rumored to be able to cause near-sudden death with these strikes, though the validity of that statement is undefined.
MMA Professional : In his previous life, Ezekiel classed high among his peers in the ring thanks to his ability to string together a dance of fists and kicks. Unlike many in a realm like this, he holds a deadly style of combat that doesn't require any form of weapon except his own body.

Eye Color:
Purplish-Red (#990147)

Hair Color:
Dark Brown (#5C4033)

Height:
5' 11'', but usually just says 6'

Personality:
Spending his life in front of numerous cameras and lights in his previous life, Ezekiel was never the type to shy away from pretty much anything. Despite the severity his profession could have at times, he was always there to crack a joke or two even if he was the only one laughing at them. Though everyone has a persona when in front of millions of people, whether the lot of them be fans, haters or just people looking for a way to spend their Saturday nights. Behind the muscle-head role he played in the ring, Zeke's quite the bookworm and wouldn't mind some peace and quiet to just study. He has a kind yet cautious heart, fame had also shown him that everyone wears a mask at times... keep your friends close and rivals closer, because they're showing their true colors more often than not.

Minor Magic:
Hydrokinesis - Minor control over water / liquids, can move water at a slow - medium speed within a 4 meter radius around him. Has little control over over forms of water that are not liquid (gaseous, solid). Has to get creative to bring any usefulness to the table, but primarily used for show and entertainment.

History:
Even before the his life became what it is now, Ezekiel's life was never truly a calm one. From a young age he grew bored of the status quo of learning subjects he would never use in his path. No matter how many times he scowered the through the books given to him by his teachers and professors nothing truly grabbed his interest until a fateful day his eyes laid upon the TV as a true spectacle was on display... A battle of some kind. This is when Zeke found his love for the martial arts, and soon enough no one could peel the teen from a punching bag, dojo or gym. A force of nature was created as he mixed his fast thinking and ability to deduce people's actions with the fighting ability he displayed. The boy who had been viewed as a bookworm for most of his life had found his calling to the ring and it would carry him beyond the confines his previous day-to-day placed him within.

Soon enough, Ezekiel found himself taking part in local bouts and winning every title he could get his hands on. He felt alive for the first time in his life, the adrenaline the dance of battle gave him was impossible to ignore and he continued to chase the intense feelings they placed unto him until the teen finally got the attention of a sponsor. Zeke would soon find himself in an official ring, cameras on him as he officially debuted in the MMA, he had made the big leagues. He was popular too, being the underdog that just didn't seem to give even when he was knocked down again and again.

Life was good, but all good things come to an end.

A battle that Ezekiel never stood chance was one he didn't know he was fighting, as time passed an undetectable virus ate away at his body's ability to recover from injury. Bruises took a miracle to fade, small cuts seemed to only stop bleed after hours of keeping them covered and compressed, Zeke felt his life slipping away from his grasps but couldn't stand the thought of dying a meaningless death so by pulling some strings he received one final fight. After a long and hard match he stood victorious, though when the refs came to congratulate the warrior they found his heart stopped as he was standing... He died proud, not falling to his knees.

Though something was wrong, he didn't simply just pass on like most do when they die his soul... remained intact. Soon enough, Ezekiel found himself in an world unbeknownst to him and in a body that was not his own yet he didn't seem upset or afraid... but rather, excited. He was given a new chance at life, in a body that could handle much more than his previous one ever could have and with some new skills to boot. With newfound infamy and even disciples, Zeke intends on proving this reincarnation meaningful by making his mark on the new realm before him... how he will will only be seen with time...

Appearance:
(Lam - Honor of Kings)
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[Blispy125]

Spoiler: Appearance

Amira Fadel

Age
19

Gender
Female

Role
Lady in Waiting

Eye Color
Brown

Hair Color
Black

Height
5,0ft

Likes
Chocolate, Gossip,
Fashion, Eavesdropping, Writing, Parties

Dislikes
Disrespect, Water, Being alone, Failure

Personality
Amira is extremely loyal to who she determines worth of it. She never leaves a job half done and when asked to jump, she’ll ask how high. When she has to do something she does her best to find out everything about it and can even get a bit obsessive about a lot of things. Amira is generally positive and cheerful. She talkative and enjoys spending time with
others.

Magic
Amira can form small illusions out of star like lights. She usually turns the illusions into small animal and usually uses them to entertain her fellow servants.

History
Like most lady’s in waiting Amira came from a lower upper class family. Her parents were quickly running out of money though and decided that she would become a lady in waiting. Even though Amira was completely and utterly terrified of being away from her family she decided to dive in to her work. She learned on the a lastest trends, learned all the gossip she could, gained information on rumor, and tried to find good people for her lady to form alliances with.

 

[riwole_]

Name:

Ciara Gloxin.//Tiara.

Age:

20//4

Gender:

Female.

Role:

Second Royal Pet.

Eye Color:

Blue.

Hair Color:

Red.//Brown.

Height:

162cm.//57cm.

Personality:

Shy, introvert, helpful, clumsy, active, bubbly.//Shy, helpful, clumsy, protective, adorable.

Magic?(This can only be minimal things like healing small wounds, blessings, etc. Reach out to me for further assistance with this one):

Healing small scratches.

History(Optional):

Ciara was a normal citizen before, living her life normally. Her parents were an old couple, living forty years together. In any way, she lived a happy life with them since they were in their thirties. Lovingly living together, one day, they decided that they should go to the local shops, and suddenly..
There was an attack near, fights and knives everywhere. Cici was unlucky enough to get stabbed accidentally while she tried to break the fights between the people and the attackers, and she passed away that day.
And now, she was reincarnated as a deer that is four years old, named Tiara. She was adopted recently by a royal family, being the royal child's pet.

Appearance:

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[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Name: Glenn Danua
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Role: Princess's Knight

Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Green
Height: 190cm

Personality: Glenn was once a knight with hopes of serving his kingdom and Princess with dignity. His goal was to live an interesting life among the greatest warriors in his kingdom. He was courteous to his allies and fearless in the face of his enemies. Glenn changed when the Princess went down a different path. Fighting became killing, persuasion became intimidation and knighthood was slowly corrupted into something which could only be met with a heart of steel. Nowadays his luster for the job has been lost. Death is a constant companion and his once wild nature has been replaced with cold cynicism. Although he is referred to as a Knight, he feels more like a hired killer. Chivalry and mercy have given way to pragmatism. Killing millions to enforce the rule of his mistress over billions is simply the way things are for Glenn now.
Magic?: Storage Magic
History(Optional):

Spoiler: N/A

 

[phibglib]

Name: Princess Alice
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Role: Younger sister to the Crown Princess
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5'6" (168 cm)
Personality: Intelligent, innovative, charismatic, driven. More easygoing than her older sister.
Magic: Minimal healing abilities

History:
- Former child prodigy, showed early signs of high intelligence
- Was friends with the Princess of the South in her youth
- Studied philosophy (most obviously ethics, but also metaphysics, epistemology, logic, rhetoric, and natural philosophy) and other subjects (including literature, history, law, and art) from a young age
- Founded the Ethereal Fellowship of Wisdom at sixteen, with the goal of spreading knowledge of philosophy (particularly ethics) as far as possible, so people have better chances of qualifying for a pleasant afterlife. The Crown Princess has attempted to sabotage this organization every chance she can get, simply because Alice is passionate about it.
- Disheartened by her older sister's cruel actions aimed at sabotaging her out of jealousy
- Stays hopeful she can mend their relationship and cares deeply for the kingdom's wellbeing
- She has also pleaded with her father to codify the succession laws to make them as clear and unambiguous as possible, in order to ensure peaceful transitions of power. She has also introduced the idea of appointed heirs: An heir to the throne who may not be first in line normally, but the current monarch thinks that this chosen heir would be better for the kingdom. This idea would include checks and balances like vetting by the royal council. The king himself has responded favorably to these ideas and has initiated discussions with his council about pursuing this.
- However, the Crown Princess has construed this idea to make it seem like Princess Alice's primary motivation is wanting the throne for herself (Alice does personally think she would be a better queen than her sister, but her primary intent is regarding succession in general).
- This dynamic worries Alice somewhat, as it sounds like the beginning of a plot in a book where Alice ends up turning figuratively into her sister. However, she remains vigilant in her leadership, consciously embracing transparency, empathy, and inclusivity, to ensure her path diverges from her sister's, guided by a moral compass that prioritizes the well-being of her kingdom over personal ambition.
- She is moderately skilled in archery, swordsmanship, and combat tactics.
- Has a personal diary in which she records most of her thoughts, as she hates the idea of them being lost to time. One of the most important activities she partakes in here is list the things she is grateful for. Her sister makes a habit of reading this diary whenever she can get her hands on it, so Alice has made a habit of switching up the locations she puts the diary in in her bedroom. This doesn't stop the Crown Princess, but it does annoy her greatly.

Appearance:



Pet: A young female deer named Tiara, very loyal. Alice recently healed and rescued Tiara.

Alice is exceptionally bright and talented for her age. Her kindness and desire to help the kingdom contrasts the tyranny of her elder sister. She maintains hope of reconciliation but disapproves of her sister's harmful actions, staying resilient through that adversity. Alice values knowledge and progress but is not consumed by ambition, focusing instead on the welfare of the people.

 

[Megilagor]

Name: Alexander Riley Ingrid Krozar
Nickname: Arik
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Role: Prince of the Far North
Eye Color: Golden
Hair Color: Rose Gold
Height: 6'4'' / 193 cm

Personality: Arik as he likes to be called is a fascinating human being. One could say he is a two-faced man, but that is far from the truth, after all behaving nicely as the next one in line in his family is required, but in private Arik prefers to be himself. In public Arik is a well-behaved young man with tact and a bit flirtatious, with manners of a gentleman and a flair of an artist worthy of a prince. In private though Arik is an all-over-the-place person, he is energetic and enthusiastic about his hobbies which appear to be hereditary from his mother's side, as every generation had them. Though in both versions of himself, he is confident of himself and his people as well as determined to always see things through to the end, pair that with his general sociable and friendly nature makes him quite a person.

Magic: Mettallopathy- Arik from a very young age could hear things most couldn't even skilled blacksmiths could only dream of his magic. In simplest terms Arik could hear the voices of metals, allowing communication between the metal and himself, letting his craft of blacksmithing rise steadily and fast, for the metal itself would guide him on how to forge it into its ideal shape. After that, the voices of that metal would cease to be heard, or at least he thought, cause after a few years of tinkering and practice he could finally hear the voices of his finished products. After figuring a few things out he knew that for him to hear the voices of the things he crafted he needed to do at least 80% of the work on them. Sure this magic wasn't offensive or even defensive, few could even call it a curse, for he could not turn it off. Though to him it was a blessing.

Likes: Smithing, Krozar [family+country], His Magic, Swimming, Boating
Dislikes: Parties, Fashion, Gossip, Matchmaking
History [Will Add Later]:

 

[poi]

basics

NAME Na'lan Shi Yue
ROLE The Reincarnated Duke of East

GENDER Male
AGE 22 (??)

in-depth
PERSONALITY
Shi Yue could be described as somewhat jaded, contemplative, and admittedly, socially awkward. In many cases, he can be quite difficult to read, though this isn't exactly on purpose; his deadpan mannerisms and habit of mentally floating away being the primary culprits. He's secretive not for the reason that he's particularly distrustful, but because the thought of being open doesn't even cross his mind. Even though he is quite smart, he is prone to being dense for one reason or another, and his seriousness can seem a bit excessive through the eyes of others―though if you ask him, it probably has more to do with miscommunication than it does a lack of humor.

BIOGRAPHY

Spoiler: whoops i wrote more than i wanted to

Despite being the son of a shaman, [redacted] held little belief for the mystics that surrounded it. Perhaps somewhere, there existed practitioners of the art who came from legitimacy, but as far as he could tell, there were none―not even his father, world-renown for his services, and regarded as the most skilled in his craft. From a young age, [redacted] knew that the business was nothing but a hoax, and that the family's wealth was built upon by a combination of good luck, decent acting, and fame. The halo effect was most exploitable.

Unsurprisingly, [redacted] was depraved of what many would call a normal childhood; not only was his father a con-man, but the fame cast an unwanted spotlight on him as well. Prior to the shaman-antics, his mother had supposedly passed during childbirth, alongside what would've been his younger brother. [Redacted] was too young at the time to feel much towards it, but maybe it was that event that started his father's lunacy in the first place. Not that it was valid justification.

When [redacted] was seventeen, everything began crashing down―you know, like it was doomed to. [Redacted] only watched the frenzy with hollowed eyes from start to finish; it all starting from an outcry on tweeter about some problematic things his father did over the years, followed by his own quality of life rapidly deteriorating with every lawsuit, until finally, bankruptcy, about a year later. His father would emerge with a fragmented mental state and a stain on his name, but unfortunately for [redacted], life had just one more thing up its sleeve.

On a winter morning, he departed for school, but he would never end up coming back home.

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The subject of what happened after death was something the living could never figure out for sure, beyond the process of bodily decomposition. [Redacted], like most people, knew vaguely of various theories, including eternal oblivion―the idea that after death, there was nothing. And having died, he found out that the eternal oblivion concept was on the right track, but there was one crucial difference between that and his own experience: the fact that he could draw such a conclusion, or even have experiences, meant his consciousness still existed. He still existed, albeit lacking a physical body, and lacking a physical plane to exist in; he was being held in abeyance, with nothing to do but think.

Thus, an indeterminate amount of time passed. What even was "time" here, anyway? What was "here"?

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[Redacted] had gotten so used to his existence in non-existence that the very act of waking up came as a surprise to him. To be able to wake up meant he had a body, and he quickly realized this body was in a bed. Things existed around him, and―was he alive again? A plethora of questions swirled around in his head, and the more he lingered on them, the worse it got. Had he woken up as the person he'd always known, things would've been a bit different, but as far as he was aware, this new body wasn't... well, his.

He'd soon learn that it belonged to someone called Shi Yue, as moments after he was able to take in his surroundings, a woman (mom?) had made her way into the room as if it were habit to her. With a solemn smile, she walked over to the side of the bed, but upon laying eyes on him, her features quickly contorted into something resembling shock. It was that name she exclaimed as she pulled him into a hug, rambling on about how she hadn't seen light in his eyes since he was a small child, he'd finally returned, her son wasn't living as a soulless husk anymore; something-something. Likely having heard his wife's commotion, a man who he assumed was "dad" also rushed into the room, only to do the same thing.

It was kind of awkward.

After some time, they'd go on to explain that when he was three, his soul had left his body, and never returned. Since this family in particular was highly in-tune with spirituality, they noted that normally when a soul leaves its shell, the shell is motionless until it returns. With him, however, even though they could sense there was no soul anymore, his body functioned somewhat normally as though it was driven purely on baseline survival instinct. It ate when it needed to, slept when it needed to, moved around to get from point A to point B, but all without a personality, or expression, or a drive outside of doing those simple things. It was because of this that they had him holed up within the Na'lan estate, fearful of what could happen to their son if he wandered out into the world.

Quietly, he would let out a sigh. As if this situation wasn't odd enough as is, the fact that "his" second family was so heavily involved with spirits seemed like some sort of joke. In all his time stuck in limbo, the fraud-shaman fiasco that led up to his death in the first place was certainly not something he forgot about, that was for sure.

physical

WEIGHT 86 kg
HEIGHT 183 cm
BLOOD A negative

HAIR Dark teal
EYES Pale amber
MISC Has a mark on his back.

ABILITY
The Line Between Here and the Spirits

Those born within the Na'lan family tend to possess a supernatural-level of spiritual attunement, and because of this, they have access to certain capabilities people otherwise wouldn't have. This includes a more acute sense for the presence of souls and spirits, but more importantly, they are able to depart from their physical body and cross into a "spirit-realm" of sorts; which is essentially a layer on top of the physical one where most spirits reside. While in this state, messing with the physical realm directly is near impossible.

EXTRA
LIKES mahjong ― spring season ― snackies :3c
DISLIKES green peppers ― an unrelenting winter ― fraudulent behavior

ADDITIONAL INFO
❖ Not that he's aware of this, but the whole "floating in nothingness" thing doesn't normally happen to those reincarnating. i just found out too late that reincarnates are supposed to be new to the world so i had to improvise, teehee

❖ In his past life, he spent a lot of free time in mahjong parlors and going around trying new snacks.

❖ In this new life, he noticed he was in pretty good shape, and judging by what the parents looked like, he figured it must've run in the family. Despite being nobles, they did not shy away from physical activity. Good health leads to a long life, as they say.

 

[Marceline_idue]

Princess of the South

• Basics
• Appearance
• Bio
• Extras

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  ~ Name ~
  Rue Adara Mallory Niviel
  ~ Age ~
  22
  ~ Gender ~
  Demi-girl
  ~ Role ~
  Princess of the South​
  
  
  
  Magic

  Rue has the ability of fire. Her hair turns into fire, it only burns if she wishes it to do so, otherwise it only provides a bright light and warmth. She can touch the fire without getting burned for only a short time though. If she is near fire when her hair turns it will consume the fire, this causes the time she can hold it to be shorter.
  
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  ~ Weight ~
  140 lbs (64 kg)
  ~ Height ~
  5'10" (178 cm)
  ~ Hair ~
  Fiery red
  ~ Eyes ~
  Emerald green
  ~ Style ~
  I'm extra
  ~ Misc. ~
  Burn mark down the side of her right hand​
  
  

  Gallery

  

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  ~ Personality ~
  Rue is a cheerful individual, who always wants to get everyone smiling. She has a very bubbly personality and often is seen as crude in when mixed with nobility. She often gets carried away and is chastened for dragging people she finds interesting about. When put on the spot or given too much attention she gets extremely shy and draws into herself though. She's not completely ignorant though; she knows that some people don't have the best intentions and tries to guard herself appropriately. Knowing the darkness in the world won't stop her from trying to get them to smile though, even sometimes at the cost of herself.
  
  ~ History ~
  TW: Mentions of death, child abuse, allusion to suicide and depression
  
  That day was a whirlwind of doctors rushing about the royal chambers. Servants talked in hushed tones about the Queen and her baby that was to come. The Queen had been sick for days and her body was weak, no one wanted to say it aloud for fear it might come true, but she was not going to survive childbirth. It was the King that was effected the most. He was torn between himself, wanting to be by his beloved, but also not wanting to see the tired look in her eyes. It was one morning that he found himself in his office, looking over some papers, those stupid papers. Suddenly a servant came bursting through the doors; the King jumped up out of his chair. Their eyes met and not a word needed to be said, "It's the Queen." They ran through the winding corridors trying to get to her room as quickly as they could. When the King finally got there he could hear the wailing of a child, there was a flood of relief in his chest. But the world seemed to stop as the doctors came up to him. "The Queen..... Her highness... Didn't-" The King stopped them from speaking and simply screamed. His wife, his beloved, it couldn't be true.
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  Rue was seen as a curse, she killed the Queen. If she hadn't been born their beloved Queen would still be here. She learned from a young age that there was nothing she could do to make them like her, but maybe if she tried a little harder. Maybe if she could make them smile, they would love her.
  
  The King never really wanted to talk to her or see her for that matter. Rue grew up with the faces of her servants, and her only friends in the world the young Princess of Saerin and the Prince of Krozar, Alice and Alex. Rue made it her mission to know everything about them and make them smile at any cost. Whenever there were balls or gatherings, she would seek them out, she had no need for anyone else. Rue took to dragging them about to play and have fun. Which got her in trouble with her father often; although he never dare in public say or do anything. For certain rare moments she felt like a child.
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  Footsteps echoed in the hall, slowly receding, growing ever farther away. Rue lay curled into herself on the floor; her body ached and she could feel tears well up behind her eyes. "No..." she whispered into the thick air. It was all wrong. Everything was not as it should be. She made a mistake, she shouldn't have done that. The King was right she was better off. Rue grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes closed tighter. No, if she just smiled. Her body raised despite the protest in her bones; she sat up her skirts thrown about her. Her vibrant red hair clung to her wet cheeks. Rue tried to steady her breath, it will be alright, everything will be alright. If she just smiled, maybe everything would be right. She opened her eyes and her face drew up into a smile. Her lips quivered and tears threatened to fall, but she smiled. If she smiled everything would be fine. Everything will be fine.
  
  
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  ~ Likes ~
  Books, ribbons, flowers/plants, rain, making people smile
  ~ Dislikes ~
  People she can't read, cold, her hair, too much attention, bees
  ~ Extra ~
  She is well studied, but isn't the smartest.
  She rides horseback.
  She knows how to cook and sew and bake.​

 

[Lost Echo]

((Just quickly filled it out. If you want me to add more detail, I can manage it tomorrow or the weekend.))
Name: Geofridus the Invisible
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Role: Princess Knight 2
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5’11”
Personality: Honorable and true, he is the type of man who would have been lost if he remained in the main army. Even now, knowing his position is necessary and for the good of all, he flounders when he sees the state of his country. He’s determined to keep his head down and the princess safe. He just wished she cared more about her own safety.
Magic: He can turn himself and one other person, invisible for as long as they both can hold their breaths. They’re still solid and vulnerable, just unseen. They can move as long as they don’t breathe.
History: He used to consider the post an insult to his skills. He wanted to be out there, fighting and supporting his country, not stuck inside some castle babysitting. A straightforward man, right and wrong used to be easy. He joined the army to support his country. But as the army was used for darker and darker things, he’s grown grateful his princess has remained good. He fears the day he’ll have to protect her from her sister’s orders.
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