Fantasy The Crown Unseen (characters)

[boo.]

Hey, all. Just a reminder, only humans are playable, with lifelike features. For example, no purple hair or pink eyes. Dyeing hair isn't really a thing in medieval times, so keep that in mind. Your character has been in the Royal Guard since a very young age; their experience is up to you. Age should be kept within 18-30, mostly because the Queen prefers an age closest to the Prince. Delete everything in parentheses after reading them over.

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Height:
Weight: (use bmi calculator)
Written Description: ( a little something describing your character. include eye, hair, and skin color, as well as any scars and such they might have. should be longer if you don't have a picture)
Personality: (a few sentences on what kind of person your character is)
Personal History: (once again, just a few sentences about their past. maybe include the age they were recruited, and achievements they might have, and what they think of the Prince, whom they have never seen)

 

[boo.]

Name: Orioch Trinsha Norben
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 140 lb.
Written Description: Orioch's skin is pale from a lack of sunlight, and is mostly an even tone. His hair is a light blonde, and falls past his shoulders, usually in a thick, loose braid. His slender fingers are steady and allow for dexterity, giving him great skill in his hands. His walking pace is slow and thoughtful, and as he knows his room front and back, he has little trouble navigating it.
Personality: Orioch is a quiet, thoughtful person, well-spoken in all he says and does. He is fluent in several dialects, as he spends his time learning rather than doing physical activities. His mother's guarding ways keeps him strictly in the upper levels, but he has one way of reaching out to the world he has never known; he knows many ancient songs by heart, and sings them from his open balcony at night.
Personal History: Orioch almost knew from birth that he was a failure. Lack of eyesight didn't keep him from learning, but it did keep him from earning his parents' love and respect. He never seemed to be angry, however, just confused. It wasn't until he heard of the Ceremony, which is parents had tried to keep a secret, that things became even clearer to him. He then knew why his parents wanted another heir, but were frustrated when they could not. Orioch tried time and time again to learn the skills he would need for the ceremony from the tutors he had, who were sworn to secrecy, but each time failed, for each test requires sight.

Orioch does not know why his mother has summoned four of the Royal Guard, but he senses something behind it. He can't quite put his finger on it, but he is wary.

 

[Cychotic]

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lance delaclare

Lance Delaclare stands tall with a built, but lean form that is not too small nor too large. His hair is stark black, falling towards the middle of his back. He prefers to keep it styled up in a pony tail, placing the bottom part of his hair in a adorned decoration made of white, with thick stands obscuring the side of his face.

He always wears a patch over his left eye because of his inability to use it.

His eyes are a dark gold, somewhat bright in normal light. Lance's skin is tanned, bordering in the middle of golden and white from days training in the sun.His gait is languidly confident, his strides long but slow as if he enjoys taking his time with things.

Usually, he wears the standard Guard uniform, black and adorned with gold trimming, allowing him to move around effectively while still being protected. If able, he lounges around in tight robes of white and gold.

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21
male
6'1"
165 lbs
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Personality

Lance is anything but static or shy - his personality borders in between flirtatious and teasing. His words are manipulative, full of charm and smooth talk.

He carries his person with veiled pride, masking his prowess with his nature. As much as he likes to dabble in slight scandal and skirts lines, Lance keeps others around him at a safe distance.

It's rare to see him truly as he is - unstable and incredibly hard spoken without the barrier of smooth talk and playful nature. He has trouble handling great emotional efforts and often will brush others off whether friend or foe. Lance prefers to keep himself alone, finding fidelity to be an issue.

When serious, the man can be harsh if not incredibly degrading, making him difficult to deal with. He's cunning and manipulative, but can keep his mouth shut when confidential details are involved.

If he does not, however, understand a concept, he will most likely brush it off and find another way.

History

To Lance's family, it was not a surprise that he would be recruited for the Guard; they knew even before he was born. His mother was an esteemed guard herself, as well as her mother and so on. Their family had a long lineage of men and women serving for the kingdom as guards.

Although, that expectation for him to join such a prestigious rank was thrown off the rail when Lance suffered from an ailment that disabled his left eye at the age of 2. However, he was still recruited through the troops despite his disability. By that time, he was a toddler at the ripe age of 5 and had accustomed himself to his eye.

His family was doubtful at his departure for such a program but bid him good luck as he started his training. Lance showed to be proficient in battle and a smooth charmer with some difficulties in strategy. He excelled in combat and learned the methods in which one would use to protect.

And he learned through his training that being strong alone would keep himself protected. His disability was long a thing to be mocked for him. He developed a distance that would be blurred towards others. It was advantage and disadvantage for Lance.

He showed himself as ambitious, a charmer, and one that could turn his sides as if one flipped a light switch. Lance was known as a hot and cold person and a fearsome opponent. He was cocky, surefire, and a bit self-centered. But he excelled nonetheless. (of course, there were the occasional punishments given to him for his behavior)

Along with the other troops, Lance proved himself worthy and was hand picked to be a Royal Guard, tasked with protecting and aiding the mysterious Prince with his goals.

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[vellichor.]

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at first glance ;​

this art is drawn by lin lq. anne stands at 5'9" and weighs 142 lb. she has an average bmi. anne has light royal yellow hair that is unevenly chopped to reach a few inches below her neck. her skin is a ghostly pale shade and has an unhealthy tint. annette also has greenish-grey eyes that are narrowed and focused. she has a tall nose and noticeable eye bags. annie's lips are an extremely light shade of indian red. she has a narrow face shape and sharp features.

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a little deeper ;​

NAME: annette lorenson
NICKNAMES: prefers to be called anne
AGE: twenty-one
GENDER: cisgender female
DATE OF BIRTH: july 18
ZODIAC: cancer
ORIENTATION: aromantic pansexual
ROLE: one of the royal guard
+ TRAITS: focused, intelligent, witty, determined, capable, dutiful, independent, strategic, disciplined, dedicated, valiant
- TRAITS: stern, cruel, sarcastic, forceful, critical, judgemental, aggressive, cold, calculating, sarcastic, hostile
MBTI: ISTJ-A
LIKES: being correct, power, observing
DISLIKES: being set aside, being insulted, people
STRENGTHS: intelligence, strategic, sharp eyesight, good reflexes
WEAKNESSES: introvert, anxiety, lonely, demanding​

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in the past ;​

Annette's parents raised her so that being recruited for the Royal Guard would be the greatest honor. She stayed up late, even as a child, to study and learn fighting techniques and strategies. Anne was able to defeat a man at the age of four. Like her parents taught her, "Beat them with their own brawn." She wasn't stronger than her opponents; they were usually quite larger than her, but she only used her agility and speed against them. After staying up late for so many years, the habit grew on her, and she now finds that she can't sleep, not even if she tried.
Anne was taught at a young age to not get distracted from her studies. She interpreted this in a different way, and pushed away everybody who even tried to talk to her. Anne grew up cold and quiet, unable to properly befriend anybody, even if she tried. She didn't exactly mind, as she preferred the peace and quiet that accompanied the loneliness. Fortunately, this paid off, as she was later recruited into the Royal Guard at age six. Anne had never seen her parents so happy as they had been that day.

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[Brazen]

Chevy Escanor

Name
Chevy Escanor

Age
18

Gender
Female

Height
6'1

Weight
141 lbs

Written Description
Chevy stands tall at 6'1 with dark brown hair. Her eyes have a light brown, almost sweet honey-like color. Her skin has a fairly light complexion, and a slender, angular body shape. She holds her slender body in an eloquent manner. Chevy can reach out to farther things as she has long limbs, being quite tall for someone her age. She always seems to carry herself in a calm, relaxed demeanor.

Personality
Being outspoken and direct, Chevy doesn't like to sugarcoat her words when stating her opinion. She will say something is wrong if she thinks so. She will agree to something if she thinks it is the right thing to do, no in-betweens. Complimenting her straightforward attitude, Chevy is also quite dense. She will not understand what you are talking about if you go with a more subtle approach. Conversations with her are always short and to the point, making her a less interesting person to be with. She does not find company to be uninteresting, however. In fact, she prefers being with other people to being alone, even though she outright sucks in socializing. By no means is she cold or non-emotional, as she can be sympathetic too when prompted. It's just that between the way she carries herself and the aura she exudes, it's no wonder that most people may find her as cold, cunning, and calculating.

However, Chevy doesn't let her personality be in the way of her orders. Being a Royal Guard, she always prioritizes her orders above anything else, and will do anything to execute them. This is because she believes that her orders are always correct and for the good of many people, no matter what kind of order it is.

Personal History
Chevy Escanor lived amongst the never-ending bickering of her parents. They were always fighting no matter over what, no matter who they were in front of. Sometimes their fights would get violent, and both of them would have a go at each other. Other times, they would make up quickly after. Luckily for Chevy, she was young then didn't understand why they were always fighting. She didn't have to understand why. For a four-year old living ear-to-ear with parents who were always fighting with each other, Chevy lived a fairly carefree life.

So carefree that she started thinking that fighting was normal.

Chevy's parents were no normal people. Both of them were mercenaries, who, despite not having proper education on how to fight, could handle their own around wild beasts. Both of them had up-to-par hand-to-hand combat skills, and their fights were always spectacular to watch, at least to Chevy. Sometimes her mother won, other times her father prevailed. Instead of being depressed that her parents were always fighting, Chevy was almost grateful, weirdly so.

Chevy has always had great photographic memory and the physical capability to back it up. Remembering things easily, Chevy can replicate what others are doing in quick succession. She learnt hand-to-hand combat from her parents, even if indirectly. Her parents, after realizing that their daughter had the talent to serve Bauk-Larat, enlisted her in one of the more normal barracks. For such a young person to have a blooming talent, instead the Royal Guard quickly recruited and trained to not let her capacity go to waste.

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[WickedDreams]

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Alots Lazardis​

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Appearance​

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 176; ectomorph-mesomorph
Written Description: Alots stands at 5'11, with a lean but athletic build. After years of training, his body is toned nicely and firm, and his good posture seems to add just that extra bit of height to him. His gait is more of a stalk, as he walks stiffly and resembles a march. His hair is a dark brown that appears black unless in the sunlight, and brushes just past the nape of his neck. Like his father, he has a noticeable widowspeak, which he finds adds character to him, and usually brushes his hair back to keep it out of his face. Extending from his hair, he has two very distinct sideburns that lead to nothing, as the rest of his face is bare of facial hair.

His skin is pale and makes for a nice contrast against his dark hair. Conversely, his pale skin clashes with his eyes. His eyes are a very pale grey, which many first assume is the effect of lost of sight. They work just as well as any pair of eyes, however, and suffer from no sight problems. While they are normally full of light, they simply give off the appearance of being cold and many people are unnerved by them.

His gait is more of a stalk, as he walks stiffly, and resembles a march. Which fits well with his style, as he is normally seen in his military uniform. If he is off-duty, and on his own time, his attire consists of what he considers 'leisure' military wear, which usually is just as formal as his uniform and is always accentuated by a blue cape that falls just past his hip.

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Personality​

A kind person, Alots likes to see the good in everyone. It is perhaps, his greatest quality and biggest pitfall. Where others are quick to judge and make up their minds about people, he takes his time to accurately determine how he feels about someone and gives them a chance to prove themselves. Even when he is wronged by someone he is quick to forgive, not seeing the benefit in dwelling on others' mistakes. Unless a person does something that goes against his core beliefs, he simply cannot reject an apology. This can cause him problems, as he will willingly allow people back into his life who might not have his best interests at heart. This also plays a major part in his loyalty, as he is willing to stick by a cause or person, whether it is best for him or not, and dedicate his all without expecting anything in return.

Despite how he comes off, due to his stiff posture and cold, grey eyes, he really does care about the feelings of others. When he speaks his voice is instinctually very formal but still quite soft-spoken, as an attempt to encourage people to warm up to him. He is naturally more introverted; a private, reserved, and self-conscious person. So while he always means well, his benevolence rarely translates to others. Instead he is often thought of as overly formal and disingenuous to others, which can easily be attributed to him being austere in appearance and his, perceived, unwelcoming gaze.

A major flaw of Alots' is his tendency to take things personally. When he is criticised or challenged, he sees it as someone attacking him as a person. He is not, however, a person who is fond of conflict. And so, in spite of what he considers a personal attack, he will always try to find middle ground to stay true to himself and please the other person. As such, he is very big on compromise and always takes a democratic approach to situations. However, everyone has limits. If someone is unwilling to compromise and insists on taking a more domineering approach, he can easily be riled up. Alots cares very little for those who are imperious and discourteous; feeling entitled and not allowing everyone to say their piece. Consequently, altruism being at the core of his character, people who are self-serving get under his skin.

MTBI: INFP-A

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Background​

Alots was born to two parents; a father who served in the Royal Guard, and a silk-worker mother. Both had a strong sense of morality and believed that helping the people was the greatest achievement in life. Growing up with two such parents, he quickly developed those same beliefs.

In the beginning, Alots had taken more to his mother's craft. As a toddling baby, he saw much more interest in his mother's soft clothes and designs than his father's imposing uniform and steel swords. His father, however, steered him away from that path. While both his parents believed in helping the people, his father felt his work as a guard was much more beneficial, and suited, for a male. So, at the age of three, instead of focusing solely on the academic side of training, Alots father began his physical training. While he was not very happy at the change, Alots was a smart child and learned to accept whatever his father thought was best for him without complaint.

For three years Alots was trained to not only fight, strategize, and gain better control over his body, but to also expand his knowledge and learn how to be a good diplomat. At the age of six, a bit of a late enrollee, Alots was accepted into the Royal Guard. During his training, he had to spend a lot of time from his family, which took an emotional toll on him. Not to mention that he often could not connect with a majority of his peers who seemed much more focused on furthering their positions than making allies. As a way to keep sane, in-between all of his normal training and routines, Alots took up sewing as a pastime. The first thing he ever sew was his blue cape, which he made using materials from his childhood blanket he had taken with him to the barracks as a child. He quickly gained some renown from other guards when they learned of his hobby, as they took to asking him to fix minor holes and tears that both the head seamstress and tailor deemed too inconsequential to.

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Tidbits​

- Alots has a fondness for sour and sweet foods
- Alots has a white birthmark on his right hip that extends to his lower back

"I may forgive a lot, but never shall I forget."​

 

[animegirl20]

Name:
Clara Pike

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Height:
5'2

Weight:
93

Written Description:
Clara has long straight brown hair, which she usually wears down, that goes to her chest. She has big brown eyes and is usually seen walking around with a book in hand.

Personality:
Clara is a very well educated girl. She takes and thinks seriously, almost to a fault, but does all that so she can to look out for others. She has an intense need and thirst for knowledge. Because of Clara's need to succeed and vast intelligence, she is also insanely organized. She values education very highly and only accepts perfection. This can be an issue for Clara, as it can make her seem very selfish and bring out her more negative traits. Clara is known to freak out and have anxiety attacks. Her nervousness can take a hard grip on her and amplify her almost non-existent social skills. When this happens, she tries to solve her problems and do everything herself instead of relying on her others, making any issues she had formerly grow exponentially.

Personal History:
Clara was born in to noble class family. Her parents were always going on about her getting a position in the castle and how good it would make the family look. Finally she got noticed for her intelligence and was hired as tutor for the Prince. Who she was surprise to see that he had no eyes. Even so she didn't judge the Prince she expected him to be able to learn and do the same things she didn't baby him or treat him any differently. They soon became friends even with her lack of social skills, she found it easy to talk to him. Recently she's come to care for the prince a lot and also as been a bit suspicious about what the Queen has been up to and is determined to find out.

 

[Nano]

Lucid Siefert​

xxNamexLucid Siefert

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xxAgex20

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xxGenderxFemale

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xxHeightx5’7” (170cm)

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xxWeightx121lbs (55kg)

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With clear porcelain skin, delicately tinted lips, and plush silvery blonde locks neatly framing a heart-shaped face, Lucid’s first impressions are always that of a fragile doll. Her deceptively slim figure—which is in fact truly just a culmination of just the right balance of muscle—betrays no notion of the temperance of a warrior, and even her tall stature seems dainty in her bearing. Everything from her meticulously placed strides to her elegant figure denotes the sophistication of a high-born damsel, even royalty perhaps.

However, as disarming as her appearance may be, the dame seems much more of an enigmatic maiden rather than a princess of some far off land. Neither immodest nor flauntingly embellished, her preferred clothing consists of a balance between aesthetic and practicality, typical for one who’s no stranger to travel. Yet of her dress, the true eyecatcher is the black velvety visor covering the upper half of her visage.

Hidden underneath the dark cloth is a pair of intelligent looking eyes colored with brilliant icy hues. However, for all their radiance, they’re marred by a single scar planted right across the browline of her left eye, one of the few of many subtle indications of her harsh disciplines hidden away under her frills.

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True to her mission’s roots, Lucid is a taciturn warrior, a silent tribute towards her clan’s cause. Deception means little to her, and any hindrances are to be quickly disposed of, even if said hinderance is to be her own self. Yet for all her stoicness, she is no mindless puppet of the Wiita: she is an advocate of her own faith.

As a firm believer that her clan’s objectives are for the greater good, Lucid considers all of her sacrifices as a symbol of true devotion to the world. She needs not the title of a martyr or a noble hero, for she knows that even her motives are likely not pure. However, if doing so would preserve the little things she still had in the world, then she’d be willing to deceive and even cheat those around her, a skill that she’s long acquired and grown accustomed to.

Although a strong person, her tendency to severely overthink things when her inner self is laid bare gives her a much more insecure and closed personality. However, while the dame finds difficulty in expressing her true feelings forthright, the words she is frequently unable to form give way to the burning passion blazing underneath her ice cold exterior.

Amusingly, when in the company of those she’s familiar with, Lucid can be noted to act quite sly from time to time.

From the start, expression had always been something foreign to her, and from this struggle rose a sense of estrangement from others. The cold impassionate stare that she cast their way was enough to force others to shy away from her. It was as if she were a human shell without a soul. Of course, this was all just their own speculations. In truth, Lucid was just about the same as any other: she had the ability to feel, she had her likes and dislikes, and she even bore the same degree of intensity towards the things she felt a particular draw to. However, that flicker of confusion within her icy eyes upon being rejected went long ignored.

The only affection that she could recall receiving was from her father—as rough as he was—and a collection of vague memories centering around a strange boy who had picked up an interest in her in one way or another. It had started with a prickle at the back of her neck. However, her four year old self had been much too young to realize that she had been being watched until the boy had decided to approach her himself. From that point on, be it due to childhood amnesia or the like, her memories were fuzzy. The one thing she was sure of, however, was that those days could be considered “fun”. Indeed, he had been a good friend, one that she had regrettably been unable to cherish.

Their individual duties towards their own families and training regimens formed a natural split between them. In fact, the rift was so gradual that Lucid herself had not noticed that she no longer saw that “cheeky faced boy” around until their contact was almost completely cut-off. Yet even upon noticing, she was given no opportunity to repair the friendship that had been so subtly frayed. Her duty came before her own selfish whims. All she cared about was becoming someone of use to her family, even if it meant abusing her own stamina and health in the process. Thus her aloof life of detachment from the rest of her community continued even well into adulthood. That is, until her diligent training brought before her a mission and with it a certain partner.

There was a familiar feeling about him, as if she had known him already for quite some time. However, it wasn’t until a brief reminiscence of one of their childish antics mentioned in passing that she recognized him as the boy who had played with her so long ago. Lucid had made up her mind to tackle the mission with the utmost confidence no matter the circumstance, but she secretly admitted to her own self that going along with someone she was somewhat familiar with was much more comforting. And so she left her clan with a reassurance...

“I will wager even my life on it.”

-Lucid’s FC sports white hair. However, Lucid’s hair color is meant to actually be a really pale shade of platinum blonde.

-As stated in her personality description, she's a good actor but when not "wearing a mask" but interacting with someone as "Lucid", she finds it difficult to put her feelings into words.

-Her hands are heavily calloused, so she almost always wears gloves.

-She prefers cats over dogs but more or less enjoys their company just the same.

-The cloth visor isn’t always worn.

-Her sight in her left eye is essentially non-existent. She gets around just fine due to years of refining her sight from her right and her other senses, but she still struggles a bit with depth perception. As a result, Lucid’s skill with the bow and arrow is poor.

-Her sense of hearing is extremely sensitive, and she tends to pick up noises that most cannot normally detect.

-Tends to kick more than punch, jab, etc.

-Is somehow skilled at running in heels.

rando

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