Fantasy Our Kingdom has Fallen ~ Characters

[Ms. Sparrow]

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Links
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Royal Children NPC's ~https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-kingdom-has-fallen-royal-children-npcs.334864/

OOC ~ https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-kingdom-has-fallen-ooc.334867/

Palace appearance ~
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/palace-of-relandra-wip.335094/

Main RP ~ https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-kingdom-has-fallen-ic.334865/

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Name:
Azalea Rose Harcourt

*Nicknames:
Az, Lea

Age:
18

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Appearance(realistic photos only):

Height:
5'8"

Hair Color:
Long dark brown, wavy locks

Eye Color:
Yellow-Green

Personality:
Azalea has a very strong, and fiery spirit. She's defiant and stubborn and she has a quick temper, but she cares deeply for those she loves, and wouldn't hesitate to risk her life for them. She's a good, loyal friend. She's got a quick mind and sharp tongue she often has to bury for the sake of her siblings. Azalea is however, for the most part, responsible, kind, and caring. She isn't afraid to do her own bit of teasing every now and then. But ever since Soris took over. She's always stepping in front of her siblings and trying to keep them close, she isn't trusting of strangers and may come off overbearing some days, as well as cold, but her main goal is to keep her family alive, and together.

Hobbies:
• Dancing
• Writing in her journal
•Stealing sweets for her siblings
• Cooking
• Sword-playing

Likes:
• Dancing
• Practicing with a sword (Even though it's illegal
• Writing
• Spicy Food
• The Gardens
• Her siblings

Dislikes:
• Magic
• Soris
• People loyal to Soris
• The tea set
• Know-it-alls
• The law against women holding a weapon

Fears:
• Magic
• Spiders
• Soris
• Her siblings being harmed
• People assuming she's like Soris
• Loving people

Bio:
Azalea was born first heir to the throne. She grew up as a playful, cheerful girl. Even as a child she looked after her siblings, if one of them was ever picked on by a servant boy or even an adult, you could be sure Azalea would be all over them. Mother had always loved dancing. Mother was a master of dancing, everybody was in awe when she danced. Azalea fantasized to be just like her, when she was six, Mother began to teach her to dance. Azalea became just as amazing as Mother by fifteen. And she loved it. But something was missing. Azalea craved adventure. She watched soldiers train in the fields and grew envious. She craved the thrill of running, at being victorious over others. Befriending a page by the name of Cal, she trained with him in the palace attic in swordplay. Considering women arn't allowed to carry or use a weapon of any sort. "Be proper, Azalea", "Act like a lady, Azalea." People would tell her. Well she was tired of it. Cal became a knight and soldier when she was seventeen. Together, they fell deeply in love with each other. Though none knew of their secret sword playing, they did know of their relationship. Azalea was very close with all her siblings despite this. Their father was busy, and distant, so much that nobody actually refereed to him as "Father" or "Papa", not even the younger ones did. Mainly because he never showed an ounce of affection. He may as well have been a stranger to them.

Growing up, Azalea always knew it'd be her duty to marry a rich, boring suitor and take the throne, being the eldest. She hated the fact. Her deepest fear was being married off to somebody she didn't love. Or didn't like at all for that matter. But when she turned eighteen, she realized that she shouldn't have worried at all. She shouldn't even have been sad because what came that year was so much more horrific.

Soris.

She remembered the pleasant evening. The ball was going smoothly, guests were enjoying themselves. Azalea was dancing with Cal and then... chaos.
Everything happened so quickly. Everything passed in a blur. She remembers the sounds of swords clanging, the earth shattering sound of thorns sprouting and cracking. The music stopping and the ball coming to an abrupt halt. The King told her to run, gather her siblings and flee. The ballroom was filled with screams, bloodshed, and bodies. So much death... Azalea turned and ran. She ran screaming for her siblings through the palace, running through frantic servants, running soldiers and guards shoving past her. Azalea grabbed her twelve siblings one by one. Scooping the infant Willow into her arms and dragging the rest of her siblings with her, they had just began to flee for the palace doors when thorns spread over the doors and blocked them from escaping.

The youngest ones clung to Azalea's skirts as they met the face of Soris. She remembered standing in front of her siblings, doing her best to protect them from any harm. She remembered thinking they were going to die as enemy soldiers piled into the room, dragging Mother and the King with them. They were trapped, surrounded, and backed against a wall of thorn bushes. So close to the exit, but impossible to reach.

She remembered Soris's sleek, black, rakish eyes traveling over her as she stood breathless and seething with her siblings behind her. She also recalled lunging and punching Soris in the jaw when he ordered her Mother's death in his calm, chocolate timbre. Azalea was furious, seething and ready to scratch his eyes out. But a punch was all she got. Soris's long black gloved fingers wrapped around her throat and her head thwacked against the marble, colors burst in her vision. He had quick, tight, catlike reflexes and dexterity. But Mother kept screaming. She begged him to leave her children alone and as a reward, he ordered her head cut off, just to shut her up. Azalea couldn't even muster a scream with his fingers wrapped around her neck, not even a lash at Soris with her being pinned against the cold wall.

The King had had a stoney, murderous expression Azalea had never seen before. But the moment his wife's head rolled to the floor. He broke free of the two soldiers restraining them in complete rage. He tackled Soris to the floor, Azalea collapsed unto the ground, gasping for breath, the King gave Soris a sound twack across the face. Then another, and another, before broken glass began to dance and swirl in the air above the two before they quickly went flying into straight the King. Millions of glass shards pierced him. And one found his heart. This time Azalea could scream.

But the nightmare didn't end.

Cal bursted through the soldiers, bloodied and wounded. At the sight of seeing Azalea collapsed unto her knees, and the sight of the dead King and Queen, he snapped. Azalea watched horrified as he ran for an amused and delighted Soris, but the soldiers caught him first. Azalea pleaded for Cal's life. Broken and defeated she was. Taking more enjoyment in this, Soris yanked Azalea off the floor in a bone crushing grip and dragged her over to Cal by her wrist, as she writhed and struggled, his grip only became more painful. Soris thrust a knife into her hands and demanded she kill Cal. She refused instantly, spinning around, her wrist flew, aiming for Soris's heart instead but he caught her wrist midair. His voice was cold as he told Azalea that she either kill Cal, her lover or he'd start killing off her siblings, eldest to youngest until she did. She remembered glancing back behind Soris and seeing soldiers move closer to her bundled siblings.

Azalea turned and forced herself to look into Cal's soft brown eyes before she plunged the knife into his chest. She watched the light leave his eyes, full of sadness, love, and understanding. And perhaps a little piece of Azalea died with him.

And then it was over. Soris had taken over. He had won.

Azalea did not show her guilt, heartbreak or sadness to her siblings for the most part. Instead, she had to do her best to keep them together. She'd do whatever it could to cheer them up, wether it be dancing, badly playing the piano, or something else. But inside, Azalea was broken. But for her siblings sake, she had to be strong.

Especially if she was gonna kill Soris.


Theme Song:

 

[Zaltusinel]

Lex Jasper Harcourt
"Gaster", "Ghost", "Retribution".​

• Basics
• Biography and Personality

• 
  
  Age: 16​
  
  
  Gender: Male
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  Sexual Orientation: Homosexual​
  Height: 6'0"​
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  Hair Color: Blackened Brown with faint swirls of navy and white.​
  
  Eye Color: Pure Amber​
• 
  Personality: A quiet yet loving brother plagued by an enigmatic being. Lex is full of emotion, incarcerated from intellect and the shadows that shroud him ever since birth. The outside world hardily reaches him, but he always notices it. Calculative and cunning, not to mention patient. As a royal, his more likely profession of vigilantics fled him by his name alone. Lex prefers dark corridors and colder climates, but in few moments, Lex has shown something, a sparkling hope that Lex is still inside. His memories of his siblings holds him together, he watches from a distance and always tries to protect his siblings if he can. In the end, he has no interest in ruling, but he knows he would be good for it. In these times of hardship, Lex questions himself through the instability of his inner truth. The swirling mess of locked emotions and darkness takes upon his typical interactions of isolation and self-reflection if he isn't gathering data on the various people around him. But if any of his siblings enter his room, he does not bat them away. He listens to their babbles, some out of his own intelligence gathering. Yet his inner self always wants to prove that he cares even though there's few signs of this. All of his siblings are welcome into his room and welcome to his bed if they feel the need. Lex is a very well-rounded son and a fit heir to the throne. Emotionally grounded all the time, even in the death of his parents. Others lack the instinct to foresee his thoughts and his words. Driving many off from him, but his words are powerful as they are few and far between aside from the normal banter that he upkeeps for customs sake. Lex is a godsend of a brother, but he never appears that way.
  
  
  Hobbies: Meditation, Mathematics, Law, and Combat.​
  
  Likes: Spies, reading, rumors, board games, quiet activities, Problem-solving, analysis.
  
  
  Dislikes: Crowds, spinach, swimming, and assuming people​
  
  Fears: His family losing faith in him, Failing himself in bringing redemption.
  
  Bio: The second son of the royalty of Relandra ever displaced by internal conflict. Lex captured the attention of many eyes during the years before Soris took over. He was never a problem child, ever watching his older sister and eventually the others after him. Perplexing and advanced in his schooling, he studies alone and has surpassed expectations over and over again. Yet, he never had much of a social life. This worried his parents, fearing that their son is falling into an abyss that no one could survive. However, every attempt to help him failed and as every year passed, his parents let him be. Lex has held himself to high standards, and this made him a symbol for his family.
  

 

[Misty Gray]

Name: Meredith Piper

*Nicknames: Piper

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance:


Height: 5'6"

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Personality:
Meredith is a very kind and compassionate person. Having spent most of her life serving others, she has learned to put her own well-being and feelings last. Even when her brother was killed, she bottled up her own grief to help the royal children with their losses. She always tries hard to make sure Azalea and her siblings are cared for.

When given the chance, Meredith is playful and lively, happiest when she's playing games with the young children or teasing her guard/servant friends. Unfortunately, those times have become rare with the presence of King Soris. Out of fear, Meredith is always polite and respectful towards the king, but she hates being dishonest with herself. When she is alone she stops hiding how unhappy and heartbroken she feels about what Soris has done to the place she calls home.

Hobbies:
Singing
Dressmaking and repairs
Hairdressing
Helping the gardener

Position: Handmaiden to Azalea

Likes:
The royal children
Helping and reassuring others
Hanging out with the nice guards (knows them through Julian)
Sneaking the odd alcoholic drink
Fun and laughter

Dislikes:
Soris
Bullies
Nightmares
Violence and destruction

Fears:
Soris (though she keeps it hidden)
Darkness
Being alone
Losing more friends

Bio:
Meredith and her brother, Julian, never got to know their mother as she died after suffering illness before Meredith was even one year old. Their father looked after them alone but he too died in a hunting accident when Meredith was just six years old. The two orphaned siblings were taken in as servants of the royal castle.

Meredith grew from being a servant to a handmaiden for Princess Azalea. Julian had trained enough to become a loyal guard to the Harcourts. Though they missed out on growing up with their parents, they grew to like their lives serving the royal family. So when King Soris invaded the castle, Julian refused to obey or surrender to the monster. Instead, the guard stood between Soris and the Relandran royal family, only to be slaughtered without second thought. Meredith watched as her own brother was killed and then had to watch as her king and queen were murdered in front of their own children.

Meredith was distraught, but didn't put up any sort of foolish fight against King Soris. She chose to submit to him and be spared her life so she could continue to serve and support Azalea. Although she hates the king, she shows him only respect. She wants to live long enough to help the royal children and one day be strong enough to aid any kind of rebellion against the monster.​

 

[arryn]

Prudence "Prue" Harcourt
15 | Female | Heterosexual

Height:
5’6”

Hair Color:
Dark brown

Eye Color:
Brown

Personality:
Prudence Harcourt is bold, yet does not abuse her voice. If the need arises she will stand up for herself with no hesitation. She has strong morals and beliefs and does not falter. However, isn't one to chatter or engage in small talk. Despite her dislike of idle chatter, she still shows affection to others through her words. She believes that if you save your words, they are so much more powerful when you use them. She doesn’t often let her guard down around people she doesn’t trust. She has a reputation to maintain, and she does not let herself come off as immature or childish. She is fairly mature for her age, however she doesn’t know a lot about the world and it frequently comes across in the logic of her decision making.

Hobbies:
-knitting
-cross stitching
-hiding things around the palace
-collecting small trinkets
-meeting new people

Likes:
-nature
-people
-exploring
-starry skies
-trinkets
-compliments
-intelligent people
-secrets

Dislikes:
-small talk
-liars
-insincerity
-people who need to be the center of attention
-bugs
-dark chocolate

Fears:
Heights, Large animals, Forceful people, Small spaces, Judgement

Bio:
Prudence Harcourt had always been very close with her mother. She taught Prue everything that she knows today. Her mother sparked her interest in sewing and knitting, in nature and exploration, and in finding beauty in the little things. They had countless conversations about the universe and about human nature; interests they both shared. She told her mother everything and went to her with any problems she had. When she saw her mother brutally murdered in front of her, she lost a part of her that she has yet to regain. She doesn’t talk as often and as passionately as she once did. She doesn’t get as excited or as blissful as before. She spends large amounts of her time wandering the halls of the palace aimlessly, or knitting alone in her bedroom. She now spends a lot more time with her siblings, especially the younger ones. She cherishes the bond she had with her mother, and would be heartbroken to see her younger siblings grow up without a motherly figure in their lives. Since the murder, she has slowly recovered parts of her sanity and happiness. It’s only upwards from here.​

 

[Damafaud]

[border]Name: Edward Harcourt

Nicknames: Ed

Age: 12

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Height: 156 cm

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Deep Brown

Personality:
The fourth successor to the throne, Edward held a distinct sense of pride toward his status. His claim to be mature and responsible is dismissed by the others most of the time, partly because he really isn't. Most of the time, he fantasizes himself as a gallant knight that everyone look to. In his best effort in trying to help everyone, most of them wish that he wouldn't be so eager to help, or help at all. Despite all of his fall and misdoing, he is a smart and clear minded, often surprising everyone with unexpected brightness.

Hobbies: Reading, riding, archery, writing

Likes: Sweets, story, knights

Dislikes: Spicy food, magic, formal ceremonies

Fears: Thalassophobia (Fear of sea and sea travel)

Bio:
He always try to best his brothers in everything, which result disastrously most of the time. He was quite persistent, describing himself as a knight in training that someday will bring glory and make his father proud. He loved his siblings with all of his heart, although he often shows it through friendly rivalry that should be expected from siblings. After the murder of their parents, most of his self confidence gone. Never again he can be seen to play pretend in the hall, proclaiming to be the heroic knight. His imagination became silent, often he confined himself in his room for an incredulously long time, only went out to sometimes took some paper before went back to his solitude.[/border]

 

[kipu lara]

Rosette ”Rosie” Harcourt
5 yo. | Female | Heterosexual

Spoiler: Hair Style

Spoiler: Full Body

HAIR COLOR
Brown​

EYE COLOR
Dark brown​

HEIGHT
3’10​

WEIGHT
53 pounds​

PERSONALITY
Rosie is fairly reserved most of the time. When she needs to be, she is loud and obnoxious, however only when she is provoked. Because of her general mental instability, she can be hard to deal with, but most of the time she is pleasant.​

STRENGTHS
She is friendly around the castle, therefore has developed many personal relationships with the palace staff. She uses this to her advantage wherever necessary.​

WEAKNESS
She has been fairly mentally unstable since the murders of her parents, and it is very hard for her to cope with it.

HOBBIES
Stealing, hiding, sometimes cooking with her siblings

LIKES
-Servants, guards etc.
-Hiding
-Secrets
-Cooking​

DISLIKES
-Dogs and most animals
-Going outside
-Nature
-Sweets

BACKSTORY
Rosie was not extremely close to her parents before their unfortunate passing. However, she was closer to her older sisters and some of the palace workers. She often played games such as tag and hide n' seek with them. The first years of her life were very easy and pleasant, as they should. Upon the unfortunate deaths of her parents, Rosie was heartbroken. At such a young age, she was not equipped with the proper coping mechanisms to handle such a traumatic event. It drastically changed her personality and mannerisms. Now, she often spends time alone. She has found a sense of security in theft. She often steals little things from her siblings and the palace workers. She habitually throws temper tantrums, but because of her high social ranking, she has little to no discipline. ​

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Name: Sellinous Barnou, Captain of the Guard

*Nicknames: Selly

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance(realistic photos only):

Height: 5'10

Hair Color: Greying Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Personality: Sellinous is a soldier to the core, obeying orders as he is told. However, since the civil war in Dwalip, he has changed. He is guided more by his morals now, primarily his will to defend his homeland, even though he is exiled from it. His goals are to protect boh his homeland and the royal children, and would he willing to lay down his life for either.

Hobbies:

• Sparring
• Training

Likes:

• Dwalip
• Combat
• Protecting the royal family
• Quiet
• Firearms

Dislikes:

• Soris
• Dishonesty
• Abandoning vows
• Magic
• Treachery

Fears:

• That Dwalip and the other kingdoms will not be able to free themselves.
• Tight spaces
• Never returning to Dwalip

Bio: Born to two minor nobles of House Barnou, Selly was shaped for war. His natural skill at arms, hammered into him by his father, helped him stand out in he military, gaining him a position among the noble-exclusive King's guard, and the honors that went with it.

At age 26, Selly saw himself part of his nation's civil war. As a knight serving the royal family, he was a major figure among the royalists. Under the command of the main royalist general, Lord Jeor, the royalists slaughtered many city folk, rebel or not, whenever rebels were reported nearby. However, despite the military tradition of the noble elite, they had been overcome by the commoners, by the Merchant's Guild and all its supporters, noble and common. The rebels wielded the full might of the modern, industrial nation, against the aged weapons and armor of the noble knights and their line infantry. The rebels cut down the power of the monarchy, but spared their lives and positions, due to the diplomatic skill of Selly, an avid royalist supporter to the end. Officially, Dwalip would remain a monarchy. But the traditional Noble Council would be expanded to include a hundred democratically elected commoners, representing the workers, farmers, and new industrial bourgeoisie. The new National Congress held all power in the nation, drafting laws and governing the nation. The monarchy became a figurehead, but was still respected by the nation for ceremony. However, the supporters of the monarchy had to be dealt with. Lord Jeor was executed for his crimes, and Selly exiled, despite the general respect held for him as an honest soldier.

Selly fled to Relandra, his only real option. Even here, his name was known as a protector of monarchy, and he found himself a member of the Castle Guard, protecting the young King and his growing family. In only a year, he had gone from a soldier of the Dwalipan King, to the royal guard of Relandra's King. For the next twenty years, he'd faithfully serve, protecting the royal family and teaching the men the way of the sword. He had nothing against women fighting, after all the rebels had many female soldiers. It was simply law here that they not hold a sword, and he would respect it.

Meanwhile back home, Dwalip innovated. Industry boomed as factories sprung up. Steamships, guns, cannons, engines, even electricity. Dwalip was advancing faster than anyone could have imagined. In their final days, they had began construction of a railroad, and the production of bolt action rifles and revolvers. The Usurper appeared one day, just as sudden as he had to the kingdoms before and the kingdoms after. He slew the kingdom's elderly king and Queen, and took their thrones. As powegul as Soris was, his isolation became his one weakness. He did not know that Dwalip had changed. The factories were dismantled, the weapons taken away before Soris could confiscate them. The National Congress and the nation's army fled, establishing bases in the border mountains, building underground factories with which they could resist. Soris soon departed for more conquests, as the army rose up. Even when outnumbered, the rebels won nearly every battle, thanks to their significant technological advantage. Yet, any time Soris returned, they lost any ground they gained, losing hundreds to the man's unnatural powers. Soris had cut off the kingsom from the others, keeping word from getting out. Meanwhile, Selly continued his duty as guard, blissfully unaware of what happened in his homeland.

He acted almost like an uncle to the children, but even he could not protect them from Soris. Even when surprised and agd, he was a skilled fighter. He slew several of the usurper's men, before being restrained by the dark king's magic. He could do nothing but glare, as the ones he served were slain, their offsprings' childhoods taken from them so brutally.

A week later, a letter slipped into his pocket while he was walking the streets. A parchment with the words "Dwalipan National Congess" printed upon it. He did not have to be a genius inventor to know that Dwalip wouldn't submit its newfound freedom. And just perhaps.. even though Soris ruled from Relandra's palace, they too could resist.

 

[Lordvader59]

Name: Halzarth Hadrada

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Appearance

(less dirty too)

Height:
6' 3"
Hair Color:
Blonde
Eye Color:
Blue
Personality:
Halzarth is strong, hardy, and loyal. He is honorable and noble, what the ideal soldier should be.
Hobbies:
Fencing and drilling
simple relaxation

Likes:
Order
Freedom (Which he has convinced himself Soris provides)
Dislikes:
Disorder
Those who wish to defy him.
Fears:
Defeat and disorder
Bio:
Halzarth was born in central Crelakor to a noble family. He grew up learning the ideals of nobility, honor, and loyalty. He joined the military at a young age, learning and mastering the art of war. During the Great Isolation, he helped Soris build up the Crelakorian Army as a member of his general staff, and together they revolutionized the army, with heavy infantry taking a key role. When Crelakor lashed out, Halzarth was the tip of the spear. He commanded an army group that marched north into Howan, while Soris led his men in the center. While Soris had most battlemages with him, Halzarth and his army's sheer martial skill overran the Howanian military, taking several key cities and meeting Soris for a two pronged assault on the capital. On his liege's behalf, Halzarth took an army and basically marched into Travia, the weak and poor kingdom being incapable of mustering a defense. He also fought the resistence in Dwalip for a time. Once the technological advancement of the Dwalpian rebels was discovered, Halzarth quickly became the biggest supporter of Crelakor's industrialization. Under his watchful eye, factories now dot the occupied lands, and rifled weapons are becoming more and more common within the ranks of Crelakor's army. He quickly adapted to gunpowder weapons, inventing several new and effective tactics for their employment. Soris offered him several positions, including lordship over all Dwalip on his behalf. Halzarth refused all of these, insisting upon staying with the Army he has served for two decades. Eventually Soris got him to settle on an administrative position within his personal guard in his castle at Relandra, the new seat of the Crelakorian Empire, without resigning his command and with the promise that he would be put at the head of an army if one needed to be assembled. Rumors are that, to sweeten the deal, he was offered the hand of one of the Harcourt girls, though these go unconfirmed. Nonetheless, he now dedicates himself to Soris' personal safety and to keeping order within the city of Relandra.

 

[Maxilgal]

Name: Aramina Abasola

Nicknames: Mina


Age: 22


Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual


Appearance:

Height: 5’8”


Hair Color: Brown


Eye Color: Hazel


Personality: Quiet but not shy, Mina is more of a thinker. She isn’t impressed by big shows of flamboyance, and is more humble in what she does. She is also determined and tough, but also ready to lend a helping hand when needed.


Hobbies: Spending time with her brother, Weaving, playing the Mountain Dulcimer


Likes: Poetry, wildflowers, weaving, meadows, singing

Dislikes: Dancing, arrogance, being locked inside, being alone


Fears: Messing up during a performance, losing her brother.


Bio: Mina comes from the Mountains. There are legends of strange people who live there, stories of half-giants who own sheep the size of cows and have voices like the cold streams of the alpines and hill country. She has been gifted with such a voice, and can beautifully recite epic poems or ballads of legends from long ago. After many famines in the hill country they were born in, Mina and her brother left for the kingdoms. They traveled around, performing for pennies when they were picked up by a bard named Tangen. He was kind, and got them a job with him in the court of the king of Reladra. He sadly died in the harsh winter months that followed, leaving the twins alone as the entertainers. They were pretty enough to look at, her brother Liothine being tall and handsome and Mina having a kind of mellowed beauty about her homely features. When Soris took over, he found both lightened the spirit of his guards and of the castle in general. Liothine is an expert firebreather and acrobat, and Mina is a talented singer.

 

[SilverSkyWolf]

Name: Rennie Joseph Harcourt

*Nicknames: Wren or Ren

Age: 8

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight, he does sometimes get shy around girls his age.

Appearance(realistic photos only):


Height: 3"11

Hair Color: Blond

Eye Color: Blue-green turquoise

Personality: Loud and brash, Wren is someone who doesn't think before he acts relying on his feelings and instincts. He understands the situation they are in and has an occasional moment of wisdom, despite not ever listing to his tutors. He is stubborn and has quite a bit of pride but does get shy around girls his age.

Hobbies: Wren runs around with a wooden sword challenging anyone he feels like fighting. He also climbs everything he can; the castle walls; the trees; the furniture, and isn't against stealing deserts from the kitchens.

Likes: Sword fighting, climing, exploring and food.

Dislikes: Getting told off by his siblings, going without supper, Soris.

Fears: Soris, but he doesn't admit it.

Bio: Born the sixth child of twelve, Wren is right in the middle of the family. He was taught swordfighting by a knight, who he used his wodden sword in the lessons with, but the knight died in the fight against Soris.

Ms. Sparrow

 

[Grandmaster Baphomet]

Name: Alexander Cornelius Morgenstern

*Nicknames: Xander

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: He says he's hetero-sexual but never had a relationship in his life

Appearance(realistic photos only):
Battle ready

Height:
5 feet and 5 inches tall

Hair Color:
Black with a tinge of brown

Eye Color:
One of his eyes is useless shown by the whiteness and the lack of a pupil the one working eye is brown

Personality:
He is a someone who you'd call by the books, he never speaks out of turn he never disobeys orders but he is someone who if you dare come close enough to him he will be loyal and defend you with his life to the end if required.

Hobbies:
Spending time alone when hes on watch, otherwise he just enjoys walking and just practicing with his sword and to stay in shape

Likes:
Quiet, calm and something he refuses at all cost to admit cats

Dislikes:
Mayhem and very loud noises

Fears:
Failing his commander and the people he was meant to protect

Bio:
Born in the outskirts of one of the many jewel mining hamlets on the furthest parts of the country of Crelakor to a single mother and with 9 previous brother 12 who died only two remaining he always he was tiniest kid, luckily what he lacked in the height department he made up in the muscle department and from all of the rigorous mining work to feed his family he got quite a bit muscle but not beautiful well shaped muscles one which great noble sons show off, no Xander had working muscles rugged and look they could carry twice the amount of a normal human.
Even though with all of the hard labor Xander doesn't consider his childhood to be bad he had fun working in the mines with the older people and then coming home to where his two older brothers who taller and also in some extent more pleasant to the eyes than he was, who at the time where working in the town garrison, anyways going back on track. Xander was quite happy with his life as it is, he didnt have much but he had something... a house, a family. But good things are never everlasting.
One day when he returned from his usual time at the mine he came home and opened the door. What he saw inside was going to haunt him for the rest of his days, inside there were two men who weren't related to him or did he see them before and before them there were three big masses covered by white cloth with blood covered in them and one of them were talking about had a knife in his hands.By the time Xander discovered what does 3 blood covered cloths were covering the two men picked him up and smacked him right in the stomach knocking him out. After waking up and realizing it wasn't a dream he slowly hobbled towards his dead family members corpses and removed the face of what seemed like a female figure.... his mother.When he removed the material what was there didn't look like his mother she was abused so much she was unrecognizable.A week after dealing with that incident he went to quit his mining job and sold everything in the house that would remind him of his happy days and went to the army recruiter and joined the army.
Due to his very small stature he bullied in the training camp he always put for latrine duty and always made the mickey out of him so he had to learn how to fend for himself and after a while he took in people who couldn't fend for themselves. Its worth to notice during this time of 6 years he also learned how use heavy armor and a mace and a shield and due to his above average physical strength he could handle being the vanguard of a infantry squad.
After reaching the age of 18 and finishing his military training Xander was a changed man, he was no longer the boy came home to see his mothers home cooking, no he was a heavy infantry vanguard of the new crelakorian army. When the king first marched against the other kingdoms he saw the horrors of war and he decided to ignore them, yes you read that right ignore them.He had already dealt so much in his life that he couldn't handle it anymore he became a machine of war he was sent next to the king in combat and he would cut man and child alike. Until one fateful day when his infantry battalion was sent to raid a nearby supply depot of the opposing side and set fire to the cache but in fact fate would play another trick on Xander the mission he was sent wasn't a milk run. No it was a suicide mission the "supply depot" was actually a heavily fortified barracks of a neighborhood town right there he had his last piece of his hope removed from him.His buddies the one he worked thorough the ranks with they all fell like flies in front of him cut by sword or spear he saw his new family and the memories of his old family die right in front of him. After reminiscing he went in a hate induced rage and proceded to bash everyone and anyone he could see in,where he also saw lost his eye which only made him more mad.
When it was all over he saw all bloodshed around him of his friends and of his enemies only he stood, and because of his eye whenever he would look in a mirror he would see what happened that day. He went back to camp covered in blood and was sent to guard duty for his merits in battle and this brings him to today

 

[Misty Gray]

Name: Logan Swann

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance:


Height: 5'11"

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Personality:
Logan has a sharp tongue and can often be a little too brutal with his honesty. Around his superiors, he often has to consciously remind himself to keep his opinions to himself and be fully compliant. He likes speaking his mind but he likes his being alive and his current "freedom" more. Like his predecessor, Logan is bossy and focused when working in the kitchen. Outside of that environment, he's quite a fun and witty person. He likes to learn about other people and discover new hobbies. Although Soris has committed many atrocities and therefore set many bad examples, Logan has a code of morals and gallantry about him.

Role: Chef

Hobbies:
Creating new recipes
Exercising
Knife throwing/target practice
Climbing

Likes:
Good food
Competent assistants
Cleanliness and tidiness
Adventures
Learning about others
Heights

Dislikes:
Thieves
Greed
Chaos and disorganisation
Innocents being slaughtered
Being forced to choose sides

Fears:
Failure
Death
Imprisonment

Bio:
The only life Logan has known has been within the castle walls. His father was a guard and his mother a servant. When Logan was born, the king and queen were very gracious in allowing his mother to remain in the castle with her child. As soon as he was able to walk and talk, Logan was taught to help his mother with her duties around the castle.

In his teen years, Logan befriended the chef and the man soon took the boy under his wing. Logan departed from his servant role and began assisting the chef whilst learning how to cook. Everything was going pretty well for him, until the day his mother was arrested. Someone had been stealing valuables from the castle and when his father discovered who was behind it, he had to turn in the very woman he loved. Logan was devastated when he learned what his mother had done and at first he was angry with his father for not letting her escape. Eventually, he realised how badly her actions would reflect on himself, so after visiting her once in her cell, he never went to see her again.

Five years ago, Logan's father died in in combat, leaving the young man more alone than he'd ever been. Luckily, the chef proved a worthy father figure to him and Logan began reaching out to make friends around the castle. When Soris invaded the kingdom, the chef was killed during the chaos. Logan had lost yet another person he cared for, but he knew he couldn't lash out at Soris, not if he wanted to survive.

Logan had learned some time ago that survival wasn't always a heroic thing. He'd disowned his mother in order to survive in the castle. Now, as he is happy in his position as the new chef, he wonders if he will have to disown his own morals in order to survive under Soris.​

 

[madame moiselle]

Jonah Ezekiel Rivers

All it takes is a fake, charming smile to hide an injured soul and they will never notice how broken you really are. Jonah E. Rivers

Don't be so quick to judge me. After all, you only see what I choose to show you. Jonah E. Rivers

Age:
19-going-on-20

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Height:
6'0

Hair Color:
dusty blonde, wild hair.

Eye Color:
warm chocolate

Personality:
As a boy, he had been a spirited, reckless troublemaker with a big heart for the needy. He may have been a mayhem maker, but was beloved by all in his community, remembered for his surprising generosity. This continued on as he grew older, right up until certain events that led him into what he is now:
A broken man.
His free-spirited side was gone all too quickly. Jonah grew distant and his heart hardened like stone. His tongue grew sharp, and he was prone to sudden bursts of emotion, provoked only when talking or thinking about his tragic past. Walls were built, shielding Jonah away from creating long-lasting relationships, to prevent him from being hurt once again. He's fierce and intimidating when he needs to be and definitely knows how to pack a punch. However, when the time is right, he could be surprisingly gentle and comforting, a clear sign that his generous side still remains, no matter the circumstances.
Jonah is also stubborn as a bull, and won't back down from a fight even if it would mean his life. He may come off as stupid that way, but it could also be considered as admirable and brave. He is determined but impatient, hard-working but easily irritated.

Hobbies:
-watching the sunset
-horseback riding
-drinking
-sneaking out of the castle (mostly at night) to have a night of fun in town
-swordplay

Likes:
-horses
-drinking
-swordplay
-the night
-freedom
-having enough food
-not being judged for once in his life

The things he HATES:
-being judged
-constantly having that sense of guilt wearing him down
-being reminded of his checkered past
-slavery
-injustice
-Soris
-Labour camps
-discrimination
-being a convict
-being reminded fo his past

Fears:
-being judged
-failure
-never being able to find love
-Soris finding out he's a fugitive
-people finding out what he is and what he'd done, finding out about his past.

Bio:


On July 22nd, Jonah Ezekiel Rivers was born.

It was an insignificant birth to most, just another addition to the population, another life, another face. But to Talaitha Rivers, it was the most important event in the whole history of the world, and because Talaitha was a traveling gypsy, Jonah was born on the road.

Now, Jonah's birth was quite unexpected. Though Talaitha herself was a good woman, it was said that she had whored around quite a bit as her clan made brief stops at large towns and such.
Talaitha was only sixteen when Jonah was born. Her family disapproved of the baby, telling her to get rid of it, told her he was nothing but a bastard's son. It was clear that Talaitha's baby would have no future with the gypsy band. He would grow up to be an outcast, an unwanted child. He didn't even resemble Talaitha---the only exception was those warm chocolaty eyes of his. The rest belonged to the boy's unnamed father---the dusty blond hair, the light complexion, the face structure. Because of these misfortunes, Talaitha was ready to give her baby up, as it was her family's wish. However, something sparked within the young mother. It could've been a spark of realization, determination, or even stubbornness, a trait her son would come to inherit. She couldn't give up the baby. It was her son, and she had the right to make the choice whether to keep him or not. Talaitha loved this baby with all her heart, even if he did come from one reckless night in the tavern. Talaitha ran away from her clan with the baby, traveling towards the rich kingdom Crelakor instead, where the promise of hope and a future seemed so reassuring and secure.

And so, little Jonah escaped death's grip for the first time, though it definitely wouldn't be his last.

* * * *

For a while, that promise Talaitha had so fervently believed in, had been coming true. Within the span of a few short years, Talaitha was cultivating a healthy jewelry and spice business, her son thriving right alongside her. They had joined an equally thriving gypsy community---people who had abandoned the nomadic lifestyle and were settled. Truly, this was their promised land, a land of honey and milk, a land where freedom could be genuinely achieved.

Then, Soris came into power.

Many referred it as the Silent Ages; trade routes with other kingdoms were abruptly closed down, any foreign royal visits had gone nonexistent, towns and small cities were getting ransacked by King Soris and his growing army, and the kingdom's borders were shut to anyone and everyone.

Crelakor was isolated.

Talaitha's business heavily relied on the commerce that happened between empires. Spices came and went, as well as the jewelry. But as soon as commerce was shut off, the gypsy's beloved business began to fail. The kingdom fell to a dastardous recession, but somehow, the business managed to hold itself up, surviving solely on the small trade routes sprawled across the land.
The King began sending out unjust decrees commanding foreigners to pay higher taxes just because they weren't born there. This put a strain on the already injured economy, including all businesses. Talaitha's business suffered, but stubbornly survived the increasingly terrible conditions.
However, that was only the beginning.

More and more decrees were sent out, all directed to the unwelcome foreigners who had decided to feast on Crelakor's wealth when they had no right to. These laws were even harsher, colder and more suffered beneath them. Heavier taxes, restraints on who could own a business and who couldn't, increased military presence, curfews---it was all a nightmare. Suddenly, it seemed every foreigner was a criminal in the eyes of the King.

Due to these harsh conditions, Talaitha's business fell, unable to survive the oppressive circumstances. The gypsy mother and her son became homeless, living on the streets, surviving off anything they could find. Jonah was forced to get used to going hungry most nights, forced to listen to his mother crying herself to sleep, forced to get used to sights he wasn't meant to see at such a young age, forced to get used to this harsh regime Soris was imposing on them all.
Jonah was only eight.

* * * *

Sickness.
Such a heinous thing.
Sometimes, it is as violent and as bloody as war itself, yet other times, it comes and goes just as quickly, if not silently.

As was the hundreds of cases in Crelakor one dreadful torrid summer, where disease ran rampant and antidotes were yet to be found, or much too expensive. The disease couldn't be identified, and it was commonly found in the poorest parts of Crelakor, infesting the streets and infecting the impoverished part of the nation.
Unfortunately,Talaitha was struck with this unusual disease, marking her inevitable death.

One crisp night, Jonah and Talaitha had set off to scavenge for food for dinner, just like any other opressive night under Soris's rule. Jonah off to steal, Talaitha off to beg.
The mother encountered one seasoned Crelakorian soldier who looked as if he had drunk too many pints, was patrolling the streets. Talaitha, in her weak state because of the disease, approached him, begging for food. Noticing how frail and sickly she looked, the man looked at her in horror and in disgust before shoving her away from him, not wanting to catch the sickness as well, cursing like a fiend. She came back again, begging, pleading. The soldier, irritated, shoved her away, harder. Disoriented and hallucinating as the disease worked it's curse on her, Talaitha called out to him once again, thinking it was Jonah's father, shoving her away because she had displeased him. Talaitha stood up weakly and tried to embrace the soldier, which angered the drunk man greatly. He shoved her once more with such force, that it forced her to the ground her head hitting the cobbled street, breaking her neck.

In an instant, her life ended.

* * * *

Jonah was returning from the black market, pocket full of apples and nuts he managed to cram inside those oversized trousers of his. He was planning to surprise Mama with the apples he had managed to steal, to show her how good he had become in the art of thieving. It would be a feast tonight.

However, that happy-go plan was cut short as Jonah abruptly stopped, witnessing in horror as his mother got pushed violently by the soldier. He ran and yelled "Mama!" as loud as he could, before the soldier shoved her to the ground hard, breaking her neck and sending 16 year-old Jonah's world tumbling down.

At first, it was just shock.
It hit Jonah hard, like a suckerpunch to the gut. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, staring at his mother's corpse with wide, disbelieving eyes. Then, the realization sets in. The grief is overwhelong, provoking tears to spill over his cheeks and fall to the ground. The rerun of events leading up to this tragedy filled his mind, trying to pinpoint exactly how this happened. And when he found it, that's when the anger settled in.
Burning, hot anger. Enough to fuel revenge, enough to provoke dangerous, unpredictable reactions. It was enough to send Jonah into a flying fit of rage, targeting the soldier that had killed his mother.

Jonah punched the man hard, which sent the solder flailing, but not falling. The soldier regained his composure and yelled obsenities at the boy, cursing as he delivered a punch to Jonah. The boy fell to the ground and though he was dazed, he was focused enough to see the drunken soldier pull out a three-inch blade, ready to cut his throat out. The man lunged his knife at Jonah. Soon, the boy was trapped underneath the soldier, who's blade was ever so close to reaching Jonah's face. Purely by instinct, the boy hectically tried to grab whatever was in his immeadiate area---and found a sizable rock wit in his reach. Jonah swung it with all his might to the commander's face, disorientation him for a few moments, which loosened his weight and grip on Jonah. Using this opportunity, Jonah managed to yank the knife out of the soldier's grip into his own.

Now, he had the upper hand.

The soldier recovered, pure fury burning in his eyes. In a stupid, drunken act of rage, the Crelakorian commander lunged for Jonah.
Except this time, Jonah had the blade.
And it was pointing straight at the man.

In an instant, acting once again purely on instinct, Jonah plunged the knife in the commander's exposed neck and backed away, watching in horror as the soldier bled out before him.

Oh God.

What had he done?

* * * *

Jonah was sixteen when he had first killed anyone before.

He was immediately arrested for murdering a respected commander of the Crelakorian Army, who was also even a close friend to Soris himself. Jonah was sentenced to a public execution that would, conveniently, be held right on July 22nd, his seventeenth birthday.

Just as I said before, Jonah had escaped death's grip more than a few times before.
This is no different.

Miraculously, Jonah, at the age of sixteen, escaped prison and fled the country (with outside help of course), heading straight for Relandra, where once again, he hopes of a better and brightwe future, just as his mother did before him.

* * * *

He was wrong.

Dead wrong.

It seemed Soris wasn't happy with ruling over only one kingdom. He needed more.

First, it was Howan. Then Travia went silent. Dwalip had created much of a stir, but then they too, were conquered by Soris.

But how?
No one knew.
Yet.

Soris had eyes on Relandra, who had the biggest land mass out of all the kingdoms.
But first, he had to get passed their army. Their large army. Larger than Crelakor's for sure. But Soris had one, single advantage, able to turn the tides to his favor.

Magic.

He invaded with brutal force, killing anyone and everyone. He had been a party crasher, crashing the ball thst was taking place at the castle that evening.
Jonah had just gotten a job as a chef assistant just as Soris took over. It is tragically ironic, but true. Presently, Jonah is starting out at his new job and trying to suppress feelings of horrid guilt, coping with the fact that he's a totally different, broken man, all the while also trying to nit be recognized by Soris.


Easy, right?
Well, if Jonah can escape death four times in a row, then I wouldn't be surprised if this would be a proud fifth.

Theme Song:


(So tired right now--I will most likely edit this tomorrow because I did moat of this on my phone. But for now, I seriously need to sleep.)
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[Teacup Cat]

“Non sibi sed omnibus”



Name: Magnus Featherston

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance(realistic photos only):

Height: 6'2

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Eye Color: Brown


Personality: Magnus is mostly quiet but sometimes plays the role of a mentor to his younger peers. Most of the time, he likes to partake in tea times and reading in the library when he is off duty by himself. Ever since he was a child, Magnus wanted to serve the king and queen and when he had finally achieved his dream, he performed his duties without mistake. This allegiance quickly gained him favor with the king and queen who saw the young guard as a trustworthy individual. When the late king and queen passed, Magnus felt it was his duty to protect his children. Never one to instigate any conversations, he quietly protects them from afar without their knowing who he is or what he has done.

Magnus unwillingly serves the new king as his strong loyalties lay with the children. Magnus' strong sense of justice that he gained from his father and his king makes him say a special phrase during his times of struggle, “Non sibi sed omnibus”(Not for myself but for all) .

Hobbies: Drinking Tea, Reading, Swordplay

Likes: Sunsets, Sweets, The royal children

Dislikes: Dishonor, Deceivers, Inequality

Fears: Death, Failure to protect the innocent

Bio: Magnus was born into a family that was not wealthy but that didn't stop them from having a fruitful life. His father was a retired knight and Magnus wished he could be just like him. As a child, Magnus would go into town to barter for goods. One day in town, he saw a girl getting harassed by several boys. Without a second thought, he took a stick and beat the boys with the training he received through his father. Unbeknownst to him, the then king was watching him and took a quick liking to him.

Magnus went to live in the castle to train with the royal guards and as the youngest member, he was quickly made fun of. Not wanting to be outdone, Magnus trained harder than anyone, from the first rays of sun until well into the night. Magnus tried to best to surpass all of the other guards. This went on for several years until Magnus was promoted to a guard. As the years went on, Magnus faithfully served until Soris had taken the throne. His king had been killed and worse, his father and mother had been executed before his eyes for protecting the innocent.
Blood dripped down from the blade that had struck them down while Magnus screamed in terror looking at the heads of his parents which were rolling on the ground devoid of any life.
Magnus had seen his father and mother get killed in front of him and vowed revenge. But he could no do it alone. He needed the royal children to raise up to the roles fate had laid out for them; and he would be there to guide them... Waiting for his time to strike.

 

[madame moiselle]

Princess Rebecca Lea Harcourt

I am the Princess of my own fairytale. Rebecca L. Harcourt

Nicknames:
Becca, sometimes Lea

Age:
though she is rather short for her age, she is 11.

Gender:
F

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Height:
52 inches

Role:
Fifth Royal Child

Hair Color:
Light brown hair with dark streaks

Eye Color:
green eyes

Personality:
Becca is a perfectionist. She cares about how she looks and tries to do every one of her princessly duties to perfection. She's gentle and thoughtful, very naive. She cares deeply for her sisters and brothers and has a deep, deep hatred for Soris. If the chance shows itself, Becca wouldn't hesitate to bring Soris down, no matter the cost. She is very emotional and wise beyond her years. She could be a little too judgemental and trustful sometimes---traits that could spell trouble for her. She has powerful opinions on certain subjects but knows when to keep quiet and listen. The emotionally scarring sight of witnessing her mother's death and Azalea's forced murder caused Becca to be mute most of the time. When she does speak, her voice is soft, barely audible. She only speaks comfortably around her siblings. She does have a soft spot for adventure, and will do anything for freedom outside the castle, away from Soris, even if it were for just a few moments. She often worries about what others think about her, and wears herself down, constantly thinking that she isn't good enough.

Hobbies:
-dancing
-reading
-poetry
-piano
-sketching
-picking flowers

Likes:
-everything above
-sweets
-her siblings
-the Gardens

Dislikes:
-SORIS
-bees
-magic
-disorganization
-rainy days
-forced marriage
-being imprisoned in the same place as Soris

Fears:
-Soris
-losing her siblings
-death
-getting caught while sneaking out and having fun with her eldest sister, Azalea.

Bio:

Being one of the younger children of twelve isn't an easy task. People are constantly underestimating you, belittling you, and worse yet, fussing over you as if you were no more than a wee babe. Of course, Becca was young, but that didn't mean she was that young. Not like Rosie anyway.

Becca lived the life of luxury, something most people could only dream about. She had a silver spoon in her mouth from the moment she was born.
Becca had an unusually strong bond with her father, closer to him than any of her siblings had been. She was the only one who ever called him 'Papa', the only one who ever truly loved her father despite his distancing, despite his faults. Deep in her heart, she knew he hadn't meant it. Becca also grew close to Rosie, whom she would try to teach manners and discipline, even though it was hopeless---Rosie would always be a free spirit.

Becca was first introduced to the art of dance by her eldest sister, Lea when Becca was seven. The moment she began learning, Becca fell in love with the art. Because of this shared common interest, Becca and Lea became exceedingly close, something that would aid Becca emotionally later on.

However, Becca's life wasn't picture perfect.
Though she was young, Becca could sense the emotional strain between her father and his family. The King had always been distant from his own children, and this undoubtedly affected not only the children, but their mother as well. Sometimes, Becca, Lex, Prue, Lea and Rosie would press their ears against the iron vent on the floor of their bedchamber and listen to their parents' arguments, the subject specifically on their father and his nearly nonexistent bonds between his own children. Becca would often wonder if Papa and Mama would separate because of this, but thankfully, despite their clashes, the King and Queen cared deeply for each other. It'd take more than a few squabbles to break their love for one another.

* * * *

They say only the grave is powerful enough to break a powerful bond of love. After all, 'till death do us part' right?

It was true that the King and Queen's love for one another could not be broken by a few arguments. However, it could be broken by a single swing of a blade.

One word.

Soris.

It had been a lovely evening. Becca had just turned ten a week ago and was eager to show everyone that she had truly grown up into a fine lady. After all, ten was double-digit. It was a celebration, a party, a joyous jubilee and everyone was invited.

I guess that meant Soris too.

In one fail swoop, the magical dream had turned into one hellish nightmare. Glass shattered, screams echoed across the ballroom, the clashing against blade and blade resonated within each ear. It was all a blur. Becca could only remember the piercing voice of her papa yelling for her eldest sister to take the rest of their siblings and run. Becca obeyed without any hesitation but was immediately stopped by a Crelakorian soldier. The man lunged for her, but nimble little Becca was able to dodge and sprint away, clinging onto Azalea's skirts as they fled for an exit.

The memory was a vivid one.
A wall of thorns. A pantheon of enemy soldiers at every corner. Mama and Papa held hostage. Soris himself staring right at the children, his dead stare chilling to the bone. Becca felt as if she was facing the devil himself. Which she probably was. She wouldn't be surprised if Soris was truly the incarnation of the devil---because what he did next, was truly diabolical.

At the sight of her mother's head rolling on the floor, Becca fainted. It was all just too much.
It was the last thing she could remember.
And her life changed forever.




Theme Song:


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[_SweetCandy_]

Basic
Name: Nyx Lacroix

Nickname: Nixy

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 5'8"

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Hazel

About
Role: Handmaiden

Personality:
Nyx is very laid back and can just go with the flow. She’s very ambitious when she sets her mind to it. Though she is not detail-oriented she will always complete her task to the best of her abilities. Nyx has a strong set of values that she withholds throughout her life. She has great control over her emotions and self, but if her values and beliefs are threatened she can become snippy and confrontational. Something Nyx tends to stay away from.

She does not like conflict and will go out of her way to avoid it. When involved in one she doesn’t look at it from who’s right or wrong but from her own feelings, and how the situation makes her feel. She can appear to be illogical and irrational when making decisions at times due to the fact she avoids having negative feelings. When the situation doesn’t involve her, she is good at settling others conflicts due to her being able to look from all perspectives, as Nyx often observes others.

Nyx is very sympathetic and is willing to help people. At first, she may seem quiet which may make it difficult to get to know her. She often holds back her ideas and feelings allowing only those closest to her to know. Even so, she tries to understand people and generally wants to be able to help. Nyx is very empathetic when dealing with others. She’s a good listener and able to calm people down. While not selfish she isn’t selfless either. If she sees fit she will put herself first.

She has a soft spot for animals and most things that do with nature. She is very independent and likes to have her space every now and then. She very practical with most things and as a result fails to take many risks. She learns best by doing rather than watching and can become easily bored with a mundane task. While practical she still thinks, decisions should be made on feeling not logic.

Nyx doesn’t want to be controlled nor does she want to control others. She feels everyone should walk their own path rather than told which to take.


Hobbies:
-Drawing
-Writing
-Paper pressing
-Gardening
Drawing​

Likes:
-Flowers
-Anything to do with art
-The royal children
-Nature
-Animals

Dislikes:
-Storms
-Loud talking
-Rudeness
-Liars
-Fighting

Fears:
War, fighting, and the unknown

Bio:
Growing up Nyx was the youngest of three. Her parents weren't of that of wealth and often struggled to put food on the table. It became harder when her father died in a work-related accident. As a result, Nyx learned to swipe things without notice. Lying became an easy task and she could easily read people. Nyx eventually did end up getting caught when she tried to steal eggs.
Her mother decided that she rather her kids be raised to serve in a place they could grow and have a proper life than beg and steal ending up in a far worse situation than they are now. At the age of seven, Nyx said goodbye to her siblings who were both going off to different kingdoms and then to her mother.
When she first arrived it was a struggle. She wasn't one to conform to the rules and never bit her tongue. As time went on she seemed to become more comfortable with the palaces way of life. It wasn't long until Nyx found out the while pickpocketing was a useful skill she didn't really need it anymore. She learned that everyone had their place in the palace and found comfort in the fact that she was needed. She began to resent her old life and family. The many skills and talents she picked up she soon abandoned. While she understands why one may steal she believes lying is never right.
When she was sixteen she got a letter from her brother stating her mother was ill and unlikely to recover. She was allowed to go to say goodbye but refused as that wasn't her life or her family anymore. She never talks about them and will become upset if her family and life before the palace are brought up.
When Soris took over she was saddened by the death of the king and queen as she saw them as the ones who "saved" her from her old life. Sadness soon turned into panic as she knew the life she had grown to love was inevitably going to change. During the time of Soris takeover, her friend Jaina tried to escape. She hasn't heard from her friend since and while she hopes she got away safely deep down she knows her friend probably met the wrath of Soris. Nyx knows life can get much worse than the one Soris is making her live so she bites her tongue while silently hoping someone will stop him.



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Name:
Alena R. Marino

*Nicknames:
Lena

Age:
17 years old

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Appearance:

Height:
5'5

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Eye Color:
Light brown

Personality:
Alena is a very loving, caring, nurturing, and respectful person. But she is very obedient and will follow the rules that are upheld. When you first meet her she is very shy and usually doesn't talk to others. She has a tough shell in which she spent years molding and masking her true feelings. Now she is quiet, somewhat Dauntless when she wants to be, and a very helpful servant. When Alena isn't doing chores or when everyone in the household has gone to sleep she sneaks away to the field and just reads. Alena has developed a few skills since she has been going from house to house. She learned how to play the piano because her previous master loved music and insisted on her playing for him but she knew nothing about the instrument, so he taught her. She also paints as well, but that's something she keeps to herself and none of the other servants know, not even the master and their children know. Alena will never back down from a challenge and she makes it her priority to put others before herself. Alena is very oblivious when it comes to love, she won't notice it even if it was in front of her. She hasn't been the luckiest girl when finding love nor has she ever been in love nor has anyone ever loved her the way she would like to be loved. She lost the feelings of what love is and what love feels like when you're with the right person so she drowns herself with work.

Hobbies:
-Sewing
-Cooking
-Gardening
-Cleaning
-Having picnics
-Reading

Likes:
-Animals
-Nature
-Sunsets
-Waking up before everyone else

Dislikes:
-Spiders
-Violence
-The King
-Loud noises

Fears:
She fears that the people who had taken her captive before will come back for her
-Alena has the fear of being rejected

Bio:
Alena was born in the countryside 17 years ago. During those years, she was abused by her father growing up when she was younger before alcoholism killed him and sent him straight into the ground. Alena didn't know whether she was relieved or sad, he was her father and all. Alena grew up with her mother and younger sister where she had to care for them both and help around the farm. Alena came from a beautiful Spaniard kingdom that thrived in many ways until raiders from the opposite side of the shore came and destroyed her village and everyone in it. They were about to take her sister and mother until she offered herself instead and they, without hesitation took her as their slave for her good looks. During the second night, Alena helped her mother and sister escape and she told them if she were ever alive, she will write to them every day and send over money if she had. When they caught her they were close to killing Alena but lust swarmed their eyes, and to make her theirs and nobody else's, they inked her back with their villages sign.

After that night, Alena was in great pain and each time she tried to escape or defy their rules, they would beat her. But somehow she never let them get close enough to take her virginity away from her. One night, she made her escape when a mercenary's ship came and she climbed aboard and before she knew it, she was in the kingdom of Relandra. She went around looking for work, running, but then she got tired and gave up. Alena was found later by a maid at the castle and took her in and gave her food and water and later she offered Alena her position in her line of work as a servant and Alena took it with no hesitation. Till this day she has been working for the royal family for as long as she can remember and she is still scared that the ones who marked her, will later find her and take her away.

Spoiler: Her Marking

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Name: Pvt. Lawrence Mandert

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance(realistic photos only):

Height: 6'1

Hair Color: Ginger

Eye Color: Blue

Personality: Lawrence dislikes war, truly, but he dislikes the tyranny of Sorris more. He is no coward, willing to die for his cause, although he fears the loss of his family heavily, and is unsure if he could cope with it. After all, he does get attached to others fairly easily, and does not cope terribly well when his brothers in arms die, much less his own flesh and blood. He is an optimist, hoping for the best future, that Dwalip and all other nations will be free from Sorris's grip.

Hobbies:

• Woodworking
• Writing
• Shooting practice

Likes:

• Home
• Dwalip
• Trees
• People

Dislikes:

• Crelakor
• War
• Sorris
• Repression

Fears:

• Crelakor soldiers taking his family away.
• The rebellion's loss.

Bio: Lawrence was born to a family of successful woodworkers, whose talent in the making of furniture was highly valued, giving them access to a small fortune. With the industrialization of the nation however, their business faltered. They were forced to compete with commoner factories, and found that they could not possibly hope to keep up. The family sided with the royalists during the civil war, as the monarchy promised to hinder factory production to keep artisans thriving. However, the royalists lost, and industry picked up, moving at incredible speed. By the time Lawrence was a young man, he was a factory worker in one of the factories that made the furniture that had put his family out of work. He of course, still worked on his own projects with the family for their small home, but he was paid for regimental, assembly line production.

Soris's invasion caught the nation off guard. Lawrence was eager to join the army to fight off the invaders, but his family was cautious, unwilling to flee to the mountains with the rest. So, he left them, joining the rebel forces, a rifle thrust into his hand. A brand new, breech-loading single-shot rifle known as the Hernand-Lemore rifle, after its duo of inventors. The weapon was superior in every imaginable way to the muskets other nations had only began to pick up. It's short reload time of only a few seconds allowed men carrying it to put out more rounds per minute, more accurately, and at longer ranges than their foes. During the year of conflict, Lawrence saw action mainly along the mountain chain that the army had fortified and built factories within. It wasn't long until he had killed his first man, and then his twentieth soon after. The initial invading army of Crelakor wielded no firearms at all, fresh from their conquest of the feudal farming Kingdom that to this day had responded to no one. Battles were overwhelmingly one-sided between the two armies, as no matter how rich the men of Crelakor were, whatever gear they could buy wasn't enough to face bullets. However, their foe quickly had begun to advance, gaining firearms, although primitive and ineffective in comparison. Perhaps an even greater advantage than the rifle was the Dwalipan artillery. Its thunderous roar shattered enemy morale, as much as the shots it fired shattered enemy lines.

Any advances they made too far into their homeland were crushed by Sorris personally, wielding his dark magic. The Witch King held them back from serious victory, too fearful of the losses his magic could bring. However, the great learned men of Dwalip never cease their work. The army is constantly developing new weapons of war, determined to always keep the foe outpaced, no matter what foul magics Sorris may wield.

 

[Luminescent]

Montgomery Grey

Nicknames:
Monty

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Height:
6’4”

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Hazel

Role:
Servant

Personality:
Monty is very flirtatious and talkative. Sometimes his social tendencies can distract from his ability to work around the palace, but his charm keeps him from any real discipline. He is very charming and he can tell pretty easily how to get onto someone’s good side. Or… at least he thinks he can. In general he can be pretty cocky and arrogant, and he thinks he can do much more than he actually can.

Hobbies:
Talking and socializing
Meeting new people
Exploring and adventuring
Working around the palace

Likes:
People
Long conversations
Romance
Living in a palace

Dislikes:
Authority
Kill-joys
Reading
Rude people

Fears:
Heights
Spiders
Abandonment

Bio:
Montgomery was born to two servants working for the old king and queen. He was raised in the servant’s barracks under the royal family’s noses until he was old enough to work as a servant himself. He was practically bred to work for royalty. He gained a love for the royal family and living in the palace. He hadn’t known anything different after all. Before he was old enough to work, he became friends with the royal children and all who worked beneath them. That slowly built up his confidence to where it is today. Or at least to how it was before his parents were killed in Soris’ massacre. They were all that he had. Since their murders, he has slowly tried to regain himself. There’s no telling if he will ever fully recover, but he is on the path back to happiness.​

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Name:
Katherine Swan

*Nicknames:
Kat

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Role:
Servant

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Height:
5'7"

Hair Color:
Golden Blonde

Eye Color:
Dark Brown

Personality:
Katherine is a sweet, kind and gentle girl. She's clever, at times her mouth a bit sharp, but she's generally very well mannered and never speaks out of turn, she hides any grief or tears well, but she isn't afraid to get physical. She's certainly I coward and she's quiet brace and bold despite her gentle personality.

Hobbies:
• Singing when she works
• Drawing scenery
• Sitting in the gardens
• Tending to the sick and wounded when she has time.
• Cooking

Likes:
+ Drawing
+ Small children
+ Helping others
+ Cooking
+ Plants and herbs
+ Sweet food
+ Animals

Dislikes:
- Fighting
- Conflict
- Magic
- Soris
- Crelakor people
- War
- Insects
- Spicy Food

Fears:
• Spiders
• Soris
• Faliure

Bio:
W.I.P​