Realistic or Modern Escape The Crown: CS

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[youth]

name : hidya zinna saville

nickname : dya

age : nineteen

gender : female

personality : warm hearted. kind spirited. usually keeps her
opinions to herself. loyal. has issues trusting others.
often speaks without thinking. sometimes brutally honest.
emotional.

likes : warm weather, beaches, swimming,
flowers, gardening, sewing, cooking, storms

dislikes : loud noises, dresses, makeup, dancing,
poorly made music, complaining

kingdom : kingdom Of kilawin

position : princess

biography : hidya saville is the first born daughter of King Marco and Queen Zinna. hidya lived the ideal life as a princess. from the start she was handed everything she could ever dream of. yet, there was no material that could please her. money became an object she no longer valued. it meant virtually nothing for her. from a very young age she participated with her people, joined in on civil work, helped out around at local shops. it was rare not to find her elbows deep in someone else's work. she adored every single minute of it, helping others while her younger sister, Aadya, focused on her studies and the latest dress styles (which Dya usually had to sew.)

appearance : tashi rodriguez

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Spoiler: writing sample

Em hated weddings, which was ironic. She had spent the past six months planning this day down to the tiny, nitty gritty details. She knew Evan would have it any other way, he wanted everything to be planned out from what colour the flowers were to what drinks they were serving at the bar. Em never minded, really. It was their day afterall. He was allowed to have a say (and he usually took over planning half the time which gave Em more time to stare at gorgeous wedding dresses.)

Speaking of wedding dresses, hers was gorgeous. Long, white, flowy. The skirt part was wide and long, trailing about a foot behind her. The top part hugged her body tightly, a plunging neckline and a bare back. She looked gorgeous, with her hair curled and pieces braided back. Her makeup was done by her sister, which meant it looked professional. Em had to hand it to Caroline, she felt better than she did in weeks. The weeks to come to the wedding were messy and busy. She was stuck driving around the city to get everything they ordered. Her dress, the food, plates, the decorations, hell - even the giant book the guests were supposed to sign. Where were they even going to put it? That was beyond her. Evan claimed it was sentimental and years down the line they would be smiling and laughing while flipping through it.

None the less, today was the day. The day every little girl dreams of. The day women fawn over. Em would be wedded to the one man she loved more than anything else. She stood behind a tall door, separating her from everyone else waiting for her to walk down the isle. Her father was next to her, fixing his tie.

"You look beautiful, dad," Em grinned teasingly at him, nudging him playfully.

"I need to look sharper. Need to remind your mother what she married," He grinned right back at her with the exact same smile. Em was always more like him, from appearance to personality. Her mother was a very uptight woman, think pinterest mom gone wrong.

Em could hear the piano begin to play, signalling her to begin walking down. She linked arms with her father as the doors were opened. She walked down, her eyes focusing on Evan. Okay, he didn't look as happy to see her as she expect, he must be nervous, right? All eyes were on her, as they should be. Yet Evan's eyes strayed over to Caroline, almost like a cry for help.

Midway down the isle, Evan had enough. "Stop the music!" He cried, stepping down and in front of everyone. "I can't do this," He admitted, everyone looking thoroughly confused. "Emelie, I'm so sorry," He gave her an apologetic look. "Caroline is pregnant, with my child,"

Everyone seemed to gasp at the same time. How could this be? Just a week ago he was obsessing over today, how could he do this? Emelie stared at both her sister and Evan, at a loss for words. "But-" She tried, but her father stepped in front of her, fuming.

"Caroline, is this true?" He demanded. Their father never got mad. Ever. He was the most easy going person you could meet. But the anger in his voice said otherwise.

Caroline looked between Evan, Em, and her father before shamefully nodding. "We were drunk a-and-"

Her father cut her off. "Everyone, please leave," He called out. "Thank you for coming, but this wedding is cancelled,"

Instead of Emelie's mother rushing to her aid, she watched the woman rush to a crying Caroline, cradling the woman in her arms. Evan followed, soothing down her hair and pressing calming kisses on her forehead.

Em watched everyone leave, her father escorting everyone out. She stood there, confused, unable to speak or bare any other emotion. Yet, her heart was shattering. Watching the man she was supposed to marry calm her crying sister wasn't how she expected today to go.

When her father came back, she could tell he had a lot to say about the scene before them. "I'll take you to a hotel," He whispered to his daughter, an arm wrapping around her back. She leaned against him for support, walking out carefully. Her mind spun, she was dizzy and pale and ready to pass out.

Emelie didn't remember much after that. All she knew was she was sitting on an overly clean hotel bathroom floor with a bottle of wine in her hands. She was no longer in her dress, her father did the honor of folding it up and taking it home. Instead she was in a giant flannel and some shorts, sobbing her makeup (and life) away. She didn't understand how everything added up. Evan was so picky about the wedding, why would he be if he didn't even want her?

What did Caroline have that she didn't? An office job? An amazing body? Perfect, natural brown hair? Maybe Emelie was too much for him. She was too odd and too different from everyone else. Hell, her job was unreliable and half the time she struggled to pay rent. Well, that wasn't her fault. Evan was the one with the overly expensive apartment in the downtown area. None the less, Emelie came to a conclusion.

Caroline was everything Emelie was not. That was why Evan liked her in the first place. Evan always hated how spontaneous Em was, or how her life was constantly moving and never stopping. He disliked how she always slept in like an angsty teenager, and how she didn't own a single dress until meeting him. He hated how informal she was. He hated the way every month she would bleach away her brown roots, separating herself from her mother and sister and closer to her father. He hated how her opinions were always too strong for his liking, how she would go on in tangents about how she felt about he world.

He loved how Caroline always dreamed of settling down. He adored how she was so predictable, it was easier to keep up. He loved how she would get up and start breakfast for everyone and clean the house all before six. He loved the way her fitted, business woman dresses fitted her, and how she was made to live a grandiose, expensive life. He loved her natural hair, how the sun would reflect on it in the mornings. He loved how easy going and carefree she was.

Because that was everything Emelie was not.

Call after call, not a single person answered. Not her mother, not Evan, not even her sister. She felt abandoned, felt behind. She was always the odd one out. Always a little too loud, a little too much. Her mother tried to tame it as a child, making her dress just like her sister and force her to act a certain way. It didn't last long until her tiny personality was screaming at the top of its lungs.

Emelie was the thunder before the lightning. The storm after the calm.

 

[erzulie]

Andromeda Lilliana Medici

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Name: Brea Hayden Taylor
Nickname: Lily || Ana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Likes: Jewelry || Beautiful Music || Dancing || Tea || Reading || Horseback riding || Bird-watching
Dislikes: Her betrothed || Corsets || Being forced to do something || Staying indoors || Canines
Kingdom: Kingdom of Asilla
Position: Princess 1


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Personality: Andromeda is as elegant and poised as someone of her status should be. She is a polite young lady who rarely raises her voice. She doesn’t believe in engaging in petty arguments and physical fights. Instead should would rather cut others down with her sharp tongue and thinly veiled insults. Andromeda carries herself with the grace of a princess. Her kindness is a trait that she is known well for. She treats her subjects the same whether rich or poor. She makes sure that she always look presentable and neat. Beneath all of this is a young girl who yearns for more. Andromeda has always had a bit of a wild side. Her parents tried to get rid of this but it remained. Beneath her good girl facade Andromeda is a mischievous young lady who enjoys having fun. Should would much rather spend her days traveling and learning than being stuck in a loveless marriage.
Biography

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As the eldest princess of the Medici family Andromeda has much to carry on her shoulders. She’s expected to marry into another rich family in order to further her family’s wealth and power. This is not the life that Andromeda wants for herself however. She despises the thought of marry someone so much older than her and someone who’s a complete stranger. For years Andromeda has dreamed of living her life how she wants. As time passed she realized that this would never come true and she all put have up hope. That was until her parents informed her of her engagement to a distant cousin of hers.

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Atarah Stone​

Name: Atarah Stone

Nickname: Tara

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Kingdom: Skyee (pronounced: sky) Kingdom

Position: Princess​

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Personality:
Atarah isn't really what you would call princess material. She is first born, which means she has rights to the throne, but her personality is at 1000. She's got a volatile temper, and a loud mouth. She wears her feelings on her sleeve, and isn't afraid to let someone know what she really thinks about them. It's definitely not the way a princess, or a Queen, should act but she can't imagine herself being any other way. Sometimes it's not really her words that give it away; it's her facial expressions. When she likes you, she's all about you and wants to be around you. The girl has a good heart, but she can be a tad bit selfish at times.

Likes:
animals // sweets // tea

Dislikes:
people who call her out // stupidity // being controlled​

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Biography:
Atarah is first born to the Stone family. Despite the fact that she has two younger brothers and three younger sisters, it is her who will be taking over the throne one day. She dislikes the idea of marrying, wanting to be able to be free, even though that's not likely in the cards for her. Even as a child, she was carefree and always running around, never losing that energy that makes a child so child-like. Now, she doesn't do as much running, but she does like to ride horses and go on walks. She dislikes lessons, especially foreign affairs and languages, finding them boring. She doesn't make friends easily, because not many can see past her attitude, but once you care about her it's hard

Appearance:
Atarah stands at 5'3-- she's fairly short, but her temper and attitude make up for the lack of height. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she's your classic beauty, but more than one prince has turned her down because of her calling him out, or rolling her eyes at him. She's average in weight, and prefers clothes that allow her to move around freely.

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Writing Sample:
Bella needed coffee. Or a drink. Or... a shot of liquor... in the coffee? Smirking to herself at the thought, she pulled her shades down over her eyes, preparing to make the long drive to the lakehouse. She cast a glance back at her house, the smirk sliding from her lips as she recalled the heated argument she'd just left. She was 100% sure that her father was still in there, fuming, probably pacing back and forth in his study with the door completely shut as he blocked out the world. Her mother was probably still at the kitchen table, clutching her tea, staring down into it as she contemplated life.

Already over it, she shook her head and shifted into drive, peeling out of the driveway as one last fuck you to her father. She'd gone home to try and rectify things, since she hadn't seen her parents since the summer before. She had her own place near the college with some roommates, but she tried to at least visit once a year. And things always turned out the same. Deciding that her father's attitude wasn't going to ruin her trip, she reached for the radio dial and twisted it, music blaring out of the speakers.

Bella and her trusty ol' jeep made the trip in record time, and by the time she reached the lake house, all thoughts of her family had disappeared. Spotting a familiar SUV in the driveway, Bella squealed and almost hit the thing as she drifted to a stop. "Whoops." She shrugged, grimacing a bit as she climbed down from her doorless jeep. Turning to look at her three duffel bags in the backseat, she heaved a sigh and reached for them, not wanting to make more than one trip.

As she was walking up to the house, she spotted the SUV owner and paused, offering the girl a tired grin and wave. "Hey! Are we the first ones here?"​

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[JujuBee]

Josian Wythers

Nickname: Jo
18
Male

Personality:
Josiah is your average teenager. He’s very social with those that are in the same status as him. He can be a tad bit boisterous, having learned early in life that being loud and out there was what got him noticed, got hi work and helped him survive. Sometimes he doesn’t always say the right things as he wasn’t conditioned to be polite and courteous. This however does not mean he does it to be mean or anything. He just doesn’t have a refined type of personality.

He’s very protective of thins and people he deems important and can sometimes foolishly place them above caring for his own life if the situation calls for it. Along with the love he shows with his protectiveness, being on his bad list can be just as troublesome. He knows how to hold grudges and his attitude towards those he doesn’t particularly like makes it obvious they aren’t on good terms.



Likes:
Fruit
Sports
Working at his family’s place



Dislikes:
Idiots
Being annoyed
Being woken up



Position:
Local



Biography:
Josian was born into a large family, being the fifth oldest, and the third youngest brother. His family would continue to expand, ending up with five more younger siblings and a few nieces and nephews. Because of this, Josian had always grown up with noise, chaos, and disorder- It was his home. He grew up though, having to get what he wanted by getting attention the best way he knew how- making noise. He would become loud and joyful, always becoming somewhat the life of the party whenever it was that occasion.

For him, life would be good even when misfortune hit him. When he reached the age of 15, his mother would pass away due to her childbirth complications. It would be a huge blow to the family, causing his father to be in a rut for a bit. This didn’t stop the flow of the family, however. All of the older siblings who still lived in the house would take care of the younger crowd and the siblings that had already left would visit often and do what they could.

Josiah would also be a big part of this, taking over the farming that his father had done. He’d be the second in command for the farm, helping guide everyone with their jobs. Since then, he’s been living a good life, just happy to be blessed with a family like his.


Writing Sample:

W h e r e w e r e y o u w h e n y o u g o t t h e c a l l ?:

In bed.

It would be nearing evening when her phone would ring. The obnoxious ringtone jarring her out of her sleep.

"Turn that shit off." A deep voice would growl from her right as she gave a small groan. He sure knew how to be an ass when he was half-asleep.

"Go back to sleep Cian..." She mumbled, letting a hand wipe the sleep from her eyes as she blindly reached for the cell phone that had interrupted their peace and tranquility.

"Now Rosalind."

"Go away Cian!" She hissed back, the fumbling hand now finally grasping the sleek electronic and bringing it closer to them. Sitting up, she'd glance at the numbers displayed on the phone before swiping right. "Hello?"

"Is this Rosalind?"

"Yes, this is?"

"Okay, great. This is Peter from the local church you and your family used to go to. As requested by the family I've been told to inform you of the passing of Aaliyah Chesterfields. She died yesterday morning."

A small gasp would escape the young woman, the voice on the phone now drowned out as her thoughts swam this way and that in that muddled head of hers. Aaliyah? How could that have been? She... Just... How?

"Well?" The voice would bring her back to reality.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"Will you be attending the funeral?"

"Y-Yes! When is it?"

"It's..."

Rosalind would receive the information, making a mental note to go back home and be there. She would thank the man on the phone before hanging up as the tears were finally allowed to spill over. Wrapping her arms around herself she'd sit there and silently mourn the loss of a friend she'd pushed to the side years ago. Rose would partly blame herself for this tragic happening. She should have opened up again, seen the very friends she'd ignored. She wondered what exactly they had done when they found out- if they found out.

But all she knew was that they would most certainly be there themselves and that the reunion would certainly be awkward.

"You alright?"

Rosalind glanced over at the man who was now staring at her through his bed hair. She thought of what to say. If she opened up and told him that no, she was not okay... Maybe he'd hold her? Whisper soothing words into her ear as he ran his fingers through her hair? Or maybe he'd ridicule her for being so weak... For letting the death of someone she hadn't seen in so long get to her.

With that Rosalind would send him a forced smile and nod her head. "I'm alright, go back to sleep. We have a lot to do tonight."

He would nod and turn away from her before falling asleep as the woman beside him mourned until she could mourn no more, letting her tears caress her cheeks and shaking rock her to sleep.​

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