The Kingdom of Kirria {Actual RP}

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Moderators: Xynia1998 and Plume, story and summary by Xynia1998




❝The Kingdom of Kirria is at war, yet not with another land, or another kingdom that wishes to


hold its iron grip on the fertile land. No, but with itself is where this war starts. In the Kingdom


of Kirria there are two races that once lived in peace. The Shadowmancer and Arua manipulators,


the kingdom had always been split in two, in each side the different races rest. Shadowmancers to


the west where the sun sets and the days end, with the Arua manipulators to the east where the


rises and the day begins. They balanced each other like yin and yang, swimming in a eternal circle


of light and dark.


Yet, like they say the golden ages never last. A disagreement broke out upon the Rulers of the two peoples,


The Arua manipulators yearning for more power, yet the Shadowmancers refusing it. Soon a war broke


upon them.


A war that would seem to last forever.


It is now has been 253 years since this treacherous war has started, more than three new rulers


being crowned and, yet the war is still going strong. There have been small periods of truce in


this time, yet these opposite natures always find new reason to start it, and reason of the war


starting in the first place being long forgotten. All they can feel for each other is the hate that


had been pass down from generation to generation, until now we are in the present.


The High King Milokious and his Queen Ezmeralda the rulers of the Shadowmancers have ended


the truce, yet again the battling has began. Blood shed and corpses burn. Peace is now long gone


from this land. That is until one off the Rulers sons: Axis was captured in battle, by the young


prince, son of Queen Izaia(Ruler of the Arua Manipulators) and a bargain was struck out. In order


for there oldest heir to return to them, they must surrender the daughter of the young princes


choosing to be married, no later than the eve of the spring equinox and there kingdoms joined.❞


Rules:


No metagaming, god-modding, or bunnying.


Please keep typos and grammar mistakes to a minimum.


No one liners, paragraph minimum.


No excessive violence or gore


No explicit sexual content.


Questions? Ask me or Xynia.


Accepted Characters:


*♛= Royalty


Shadowmancers:


(Princess) Soulicy (Soul) Euryale Deynair by @Xynia1998

Name: Soulicy (Soul) Euryale Deynair


Gender: Female


Age: 16


Personality: Soul is an outspoken girl, with rebellion in her blood and can be a little selfish. She likes to do her thing and is, as stubborn as a rock and has the temper of a bull. Once she decides something it is hard to change her mind. Her family often think of her, as a black sheep. For she is always in a mess of trouble. Mostly because she is a extremely curious , yet she does try sometimes to be good it just never works out. Soul can also be a little sensitive, so if you see her just staring at you with her big green eyes. Well, you know you've hurt her feelings and might want to watch your back.


History: Soul grew up, as the ultimate middle child , with 12 other siblings 6 older and younger. She often had to fight for her parents attention and when she got it. It was, because she had done something troublesome. The king and queen were harsh with all their children teaching them, but to Soulicy it felt like it was only her getting the bad end of the deal, so she started to talk back, became rebellious. Putting all her time into her sword fight, or shadow manipulation. Even though her mother did not approve of this. She wanted her daughter to be a proper young lady. Not a wild child running around dressed like a man. So, she took drastic measures sending for the best etiquette teacher in the lander. Elenora Bloodworth. Who was ran off shortly after 2 months of lessons. Even though Soul put distance between her family and her she did always try to love them and become close to one of her brothers. Axis. Once Axis was captured her heart pounded with rage. She wanted nothing more to run to the other half of the kingdom and free him.


Skills/Specialties: Soul is skilled in the arts of the sword, along with shadow manipulation. Yet, she is not the best at shadow walking and it will take her several times to get where she wants to be in that type of travel.


Faction: ShadowMancer


Social Class: Princess. The 7th daughter of High King Milokious and his Queen Ezmeralda


Appearance:
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(This is here on formal occasions, but because she hates to wear girly clothing. She will wear black trousers with an emerald green tunic when she is not needed to dress, so extravagantly )


Midnight Misuki by @Kiro Akira






Name:Midnight Misuki


Gender:Male


Age:16


Personality: Midnight is overly aggravated with things, he doesn't like people and wishes everyone would have a sour mood. It just makes him happy to see others in pain. There is very few people he will show any kindness too and that is on rare occasions.


History:


Skills/Specialties:His speciality is the Shadow walking, and manipulating blades with the shadows. Much like an assassin. When the night comes, Midnight is rarely detectable. Other then that his skills are quite dull. Very useless in a non shadowless area unless he has an actual dagger or sword.


Faction: Shadow Mancer


Social Class: Commoner, he did jobs for people who paid him money, until recruited by the militia for the war


Appearance:
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(Prince) Cresil Leonardo Niles Deynair by @UnholyRedemption







Name:


Cresil Leonardo Niles Deynair


Gender:


Male


Age:


21


Personality:


Cresil is a devious and dark fellow, however he has a kind heart towards his family and subjects. He is a strategist and a leader. Both cold and calculating he is often the one behind any scheme that ends up with someone's misfortune. He fears nothing, well actually he fears his siblings as they could become someone he is emotionally attached to and so would provide an obstacle if they end up involved in one of his schemes. He often plays nice though.


History:


Being the first child, Cresil had his parents hold up a high bar for him to reach. Their expectations were so high that it drove the kid mad. He eventually became a lot colder and darker towards them both unconscious, but continued to play the happy first prince.


He learnt shadow manipulation from the best night that his father could find but it was not his interest when in the realm of battle. It was strategy. He took to reading many books on the subject till he was a devious and cunning snake.


He plays the 'crown prince' perfectly, greeting his parents with manners and a smile, the same with his family. None yet had seen past this masquerade mask and broken past the shields he has created from them.


Cresil finds a haven in the walls of his home, a reason why his face is often absent from social parties or displays. He only leaves upon his father or mothers order or that there is something going on that'll spark his curiosity and lead him to something amusing.


Skills/Specialties:


He is skilled with tactics and strategies but he does have knowledge on a few weapons. For example he knows how to use the sword, knife and bow and arrow with enough skill to use it in battle.


He can use shadow manipulation as he focused on that for many years but it was never and never will be his favourite skill.


Faction:


Shadowmancer


Social Class:


Prince, first child of High King Milokious and his Queen Ezmeralda


Appearance:


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Rain, The Tempest (Title given to him by King Milokious) Ellian Vanpur by @Gray







Name


Rain, The Tempest


(Title given to him by King Milokious)


Ellian Vanpur


Gender


Male


Age


24


Personality


Outside of the battlefield, Ellian comes off as a roguish and casual person. He lives life through luck and chance, he doesn't believe in destiny. Despite his rebellious personality, he is very loyal and caring for those he cares for. Ellian is known to be flirtatious with most girls he finds remotely attractive (almost anyone in royalty).


History


Ellian Vanpur's past isn't something one would like to live through twice. He lived in the kingdom of Kirria as a middle-class commoner with his beloved mother and father. During a raid of his home village, the raiders killed off his father and mother in front of his eyes, which led to Ellian's belief that there can be no God in a world where unspeakable things happen to innocent people. Ellian was one of the few survivors after the raid, and a generous solider took him under his wing teaching the arts of combat. Ellian always had a sharp mind, but his ability to learn how to wield a blade was unmatched by others of his generation. He quickly rose in the ranks of the army that served under King Milokious. During his tenure in the army, Ellian met Axis, the prince. They quickly became good friends based upon their abilities on the battlefield, and social personalities. King Milokious was in awe by Ellian's prowess, and labeled him as, Rain, The Tempest. Ellian now serves as a lone assassin on elite rouge missions for the King, but after Axis was capture, Ellian returned to the kingdom on direct orders from the King...


Skills/Specialties


On the battlefield, he is unpredictable and relentless, but calm and composed. Ellian's shadow manipulation skills are top tier. He made a pact with his “shadow”, and enemies often tell tales of Ellian's ability to make a shadow counterpart that aids him in battle. However, to gain his special ability, he had to give up half of his “potential life” to his shadow, in an essence Ellian has half the life expectancy of other people. King Milokious gave him the title: “Rain, The Tempest”, to describe his fighting prowess. He comes at his enemies like a giant storm, a great power of defense and offense. He is elusive and overwhelming at the same time. The rain describes the atmosphere of blood often left by his blade...


Faction


Elite Shadowmancer


Social Class


Assassin/High Ranking Official (No royalty blood)


Appearance


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Cecily Thistle by @NotKasey






Gender: Female


Age: 19


Personality: A bit quiet and shy and talks mostly only to Gerard, her brother. She's really attached to her brother, since he's the only family she has, but sometimes he annoys her since he does treat her like a baby sometimes. Cecily also has quite a quick temper if you piss her off.


History: Cecily's parents both died in a house fire when she was 14, leaving her with her brother, Gerard, who was 19 at the time. She doesn't know who killed their parents or why. Since their home was burnt down, they lived with they're cruel uncle. Gerard was a guard, so he taught Cecily how to fight and defend herself if she ever needed to. When Cecily turned 18, she became a guard just like her brother.


Skills/Specialties: Her aim is really good, so she always uses a bow and arrow or throwing knives. But she does know how to use a sword or dagger if she ever needs to. She is also quite stealthy.


Faction: (Arua Manipulator or ShadowMancer) Shadow Mancer


Social Class: (King, queen, prince, princess, guard, commoner, ect.) Guard


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Gerard Thistle by @NotKasey






Name: Gerard Thistle


Gender: Male


Age: 24


Personality: He acts like how he looks :P tough, badass, and fierce. He is really overprotective with his sister, and is a bit of a hot head. Some say he may have anger issues. But he's never mean or yells at his sister. He's gentle to Cecily and softly spoken towards her. She is his only family left, so of course he'd be like this. Basically, his sister is both his weakness and strength.


History: (Same as Cecily except he knows who killed they're parents :o )


Skills/Specialties: He's strong so he's good with big weapons like two handed swords or battle axes. He's good at stealth, but not as good as his nimble sister since he is obviously bigger than her.


Faction: (Arua Manipulator or ShadowMancer) Shadow Mancer


Social Class: (King, queen, prince, princess, guard, commoner, ect.) Guard


Appearance:


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Arua Manipulators:





(Prince) Kalin Yekatrina by @Plume






Name: Kalin Yekatrina


Gender: Male


Age: 18


Personality:


When Kalin was born, he viewed the world as his plaything. As the third, and last in line to the throne of his parents, he thought himself above commoners, and lower royalty. Despite this, he was still allowed to play with a small collection of servants and more common folk, quickly becoming detested by such people for his outlandish behavior. An alleged accident changed all that, and sharpened his views more harshly. While watching a practice skirmish, a young solider he’d previously insulted as poor snapped and supposedly slipped, injuring Kalin’s eye to such a degree it was blinded. This made his attitude take a drastic nosedive from its already shaky position; Kalin would spend the day yelling and complaining, a prime example of a spoiled, stuck up child.


He remained this way for years, building a reputation for his demonic temper. The day everything changed for him, the day his father died in battle and he met Soulicy, reciprocated his ill ways. When he returned home, his transformed behavior was at first blamed on mourning, but stuck. Soulicy’s kind words, words from what he believed was his worst enemy, caused him to start taking a second look at what people had convinced him was true. Kalin began to watch the commoners he had previously detested blazingly with interest and curiosity. He began to notice how different they acted when they didn’t know that royalty was watching them. Their smiles were intriguing, bright, something he didn’t see in the stuffy castle.


Taking walks in the city, to pick up on behaviors and inadvertently search for Soulicy, his outlook became even brighter.


Kalin is now soft-spoken, adopting a bright smile and gentle voice. While he can still be demanding when it’s necessary, Kalin often makes small talk with the servants, much to the disapproval of his parents. Such interactions have given his a clearer, and deeper understanding of the economy, along with the needs of the many. He’s incredibly curious about new people, especially ShadowMancers, as they fascinate him. ShadowMancers should be prepared for a flurry of questions from the eager prince if they were to meet.


Now an amiable soul, Kalin is usually easy to get along with, and will bond with those friendly to him at a fast rate.


History:


Originally intended to be raised as a warrior, the loss of his eye meant a fatal blind spot, and thus him being trained for battle was postponed indefinitely. This is largely to blame for his early views of commoners; he thought the soldier had stolen away his future, and that he’d be the shame of his family. This was ultimately untrue, as he was instead trained to be a political power, despite his being last in line to the throne. The fruits of these trainings didn’t become apparent until later, when he was through his rebellious stage.


Although his parents didn’t train him for battle, they wanted him to still build distrust towards the enemy, the Shadowmancers. For this reason, he would ride into battle with orders to stay back and retreat if things went South, which was such the case on that fateful day. It was one of the first snows of winter, a thick layer making visibility poor and the horses slow in fear of falling. They never saw the Shadowmancers coming, and the ambush was devastating. The King, Kalin’s father, was leading the charge. The image if his lifeblood leaking into the snow, staining in a bright and painful scarlet, still burns in his mind to this day. Fleeing from the scene while the King’s guard stayed to retaliate against enemy forces, their efforts in vain, Kalin stumbled across Soulicy in the woods. Loosing his only sword in his haste, Kalin was unarmed, defenseless, and completely at her mercy. Begging for his life, he explained what had just happened, half drowning in tears as he anticipated the end of his life. Instead, Soulicy comforted him; destroying the image he’d had in his mind that Shadowmancers were soulless monsters that ate babies for fun.


Years later, while he was hunting with a small collective guard, he happened across a Shadowmancer prince, Axis, lying injured in the undergrowth. Quickly captured, Axis was set up to be killed, but Kalin remembered the kindness of that girl many years ago and used his position to set him free. When the Shadowmancers offered a princess for the purpose of peace, he was at first strongly against in. Dragged into a small room, he eyed the portraits of his options, prepared to make an unwilling choice. He recognized Soulicy instantly, agreeing to marry her.


Skills/Specialties:


Kalin is fairly balanced when it comes to Arua Manipulator’s specialties. Able to summon, bond, and charm speak with reasonable skill, he’s neither advanced nor behind with his skills. While he’s in no way a master with his sword due to being undertrained, he can still handle one enough to defend himself against lower skilled swordsmen.


Faction: Arua Manipulator.


Social class: Prince of Arua Manipulators, youngest in line.


Appearance:
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Rogue Faunt by @UnholyRedemption







Name:


Rogue Faunt


Gender:


Female


Age:


17


Personality:


Rogue is a strange girl, seeming to be a mass of opposites all in one bundled up form. She will be kind and caring on minute, taking care of someone but displaying a cold form of pure loathing the next. She will be lazy and then full off energy and serious. She is a mystery, one which no one has yet to solve.


Originally she was a quiet girl, rarely speaking and taking action upon her emotions. Her upbringings of nobility cause her to be mindful of her manners to a degree that its almost as if she is obsessed with her manners.


She is in truth a very shy girl, but anything that is considered weakness she will hide instantly by a reaction that is expected of someone of high confidence and strong personality. This is where her 'opposite' moods come from.


History:


She was born into a noble family, so she was treated well and never was denied a thing. However she was following her family traditions and so she learned extensive manners because of her female role in her family.


Around the age of six she was kidnapped, trapped and tortured by street thugs. Traumatized and fearful that it would happen again she began her training to protect herself and so learnt the skills of the sword from her older brother who died at her fifteen birthday while on a mission.


Her mother, a strong willed woman taught her a range of poisons, so she could kill in a subtle manner, making sure to leave no trace at all. Her mother did not want her to die In a battle, females of her family were supposed to be less active in the role's of politics or battle. They were just figure heads and so she was taking another route.


At fifteen she applied and became a royal guard after the death of her brother, deciding to take his place and be a royal guard from the Faunt family.


Skills/Specialties:


She is fairly good with the Arua skills, not a master but she is quite proficient in using them. She can use a rapier due to training she has received from her family. Poison is another topic she has a wide range of knowledge on.


Faction:


Arua manipulator.


Social Class:


Personal Guard/Noble.


Appearance:


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(Queen) Izazia Lorenna Yekatrina by @paipai900






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"What is this madness?" - Queen Izazia



WARNING: If you engage in battle with this woman, your character may get mortally injured or even killed if it continues.


Name:
(Queen) Izazia Lorenna Yekatrina


Queen Izazia does not have the same last name as the others of the Arua Manipulator royalty because she did not marry into the royal family, she was the previous queen's younger sister who inherited the crown after Esrelda - the previous queen - died. Therefore, her last name did not change.


Gender: Female


Age: 29


You may think, "How is she only twenty-nine after giving birth to all those children who are around her age?" Well, the answer is; she didn't give birth to the princes and princesses of Arua Manipulators, the previous queen - Esrelda - had done that.


Faction: Arua Manipulator


Social Class: Queen of Arua Manipulators


This Arua Manipulator queen did not gain this title through marriage, she gained it through inheritance. Before the previous queen had died, she clearly declared that her younger sister - Izazia - would inherit the throne because Esarelda - the previous queen - did not want her children - who were still young at that time - to bear the stress of having to lead the kingdom into war, of course she had more reasons though.....


Personality: A rather calm and serious woman, Izazia has lead her kingdom through the tough battle of the two kingdoms ever since her older sister passed away. To be honest, the kingdom thrived much more under Izazia's control, she had ruled the Arua Manipulators with an iron fist and provided them with what they needed, she was and is a great queen. In high stress situations, Izazia easily takes control of the problem and can think rationally of a proper way to deal with the nuisance. She's rather hard to crack a smile, Izazia has grown quite solemn over the years she had led the kingdom through the war, the current Arua Manipulator queen is only carrying out what her older sister wished for her to do; to end the war.


A soft spot for children, Izazia envies the innocence and purity of a child and will do her best to give them all - no matter if they are an Arua Manipulator or a Shadowmancer - the proper raising to become a great adult. The thing about Izazia is that she cannot bear any children, Izazia was diagnosed as infertile and so if she ever wanted a child of her own, she would have to adopt. But, there is no need for a such a thing, the queen views many of her nieces and nephews as her own children, after having their mother die at such an early age, Izazia took it to herself to raise them all properly. She considered herself a mother at the age of twelve, as her older sister bore her last child, Prince Kalin.


A great leader, Izazia has the charisma of a true queen, the ability to motivate her subjects to do their very best and give them hope is unlike no other. Izazia is often looked up to and admired because of her strength and skill, and of course, her accomplishments. She was the one who thought to capture the Shadowmancer's eldest prince, I mean, she would be enraged if her own eldest nephew was taken by the enemy. Knowing how it would feel to lose a child, Izazia was rather kind to Axis and set strict orders for the guards to not harm the Shadowmancer prince to an extreme. Although, all these actions were subtle and hidden, Izazia was quite good with hiding her acts of kindness. After all, if - no, when - this plan worked out the way it was supposed to, Izazia needed a good connection with the Shadowmancers, she didn't want to have the bad relationship with them because their eldest prince was harmed.


Not easily angered, Izazia is quite mellow and rational when thinking, she won't allow her emotions to get in the way of her thoughts. She knows that emotions are almost never right and that you should never, "Follow your heart." For one, your heart is just an organ that pumps blood throughout your body, and two, emotions are just chemicals in your brain. Feelings will often get in the way of your thinking and can make you do things you will regret later, and Izazia is not willing to risk her kingdom and the lives of others just because she was a little pissed off and decided to kill someone, or anything like that. When you're the queen during a war you have a lot of pressure on you, everyone is watching your every movement, even your shoe choice could be the decision of life or death for someone. Izazia knew all this quite well, all of this was from experience and learning from her own mistakes.


People often see Izazia as a strong individual, and she is, she really is. But, no one can stay strong forever, Izazia does break down once in awhile, she does cry herself to sleep at night, she does do everything a normal person does, all by herself. Not wanting anyone to see her weaknesses, Izazia knows that if the public knows that their queen is unwell they will begin to panic. Often carrying her problems by herself, Izazia is rather stubborn when offered help by someone, if they even catch on that she's upset. Wearing a mask of stone, Izazia tends to cover up her hurting with a well developed facial expression that is very hard to see through, almost no one can read this queen, and those who can still have quite the difficulty in doing so.


Along with this skill of covering up her emotions, Izazia is a great actor. Some people who know about her lies would often think that she kissed the Blarney stone with the way she lies so easily, so fluently, with no mistakes as she fills in everything so that it is very believable. Although, Izazia will often use her Arua Manipulation to charm speak stubborn people who won't completely believe her lies that she set up. Of course, not all these lies are for the worse, Izazia sometimes lies to keep someone from getting hurt. The queen often lies to the public when something bad happens and that she wants to keep to herself, it's never good to have a panicky kingdom.


Skills/Specialities:


Arua Manipulation: Highly skilled, not to be taken lightly. Queen Izazia's ability to summon, bond, and charm speak exceeds all others. This dangerous woman excels the most in her charm speaking, although she barely uses it. She's not the queen for nothing.


Swordplay: Highly skilled, not to be taken lightly. Her proficiency in her swordsmanship is one that could take down a whole army if given the right circumstances. The queen uses her Arua Manipulation and swordplay together in a rather...peculiar way.


Strategic Planning: Above average skilled, still not to be taken lightly. An extreme strategist, Queen Izazia plans things way before they come to be. Thus, gaining her the title as "The Queen of War".


Childhood-


Born on the last day of the seventh month, Izazia was the second daughter of Queen Pandora and King Orum, the rulers of the Arua Manipulators. Third to the line of the throne, Izazia began training in her swordplay and Arua Manipulating the moment she could move her hand and make sounds from her mouth, they were preparing her to take over the throne in case of her older siblings absence. Princess Esrelda and Prince Howell were Izazia's two older siblings, Howell - or Howie, as she used to call him - was first to the throne and had quite the future ahead of him. He was strong, powerful, and quite the strategist. Princess Esrelda on the other hand, she was a more blunt, kind, soft-spoken, she wasn't very fit to lead thousands of people during the war between kingdoms. Along with two older siblings, Izazia also had one younger brother by six years, Prince Mathieu.


Rigorous training made Izazia the woman she is today, the princess often looked up to Prince Howell, wanting to be just like him one day. She admired how courageous he was to charge into battle against the evil Shadowmancers, Izazia loved to hear the stories Howell told her about the Shadowmancers, spewing lies like how they were the mean giants who tore out your heart. Obviously those were not true, but Izazia looked up to her brother so much, she believed all that. It was all for fun, though. When Izazia was ten, Prince Howell led the army into battle against the Shadowmancers once again, but this time...he never came back. Waiting for weeks for her brother to come back riding out of the horizon like a hero, but when the princess heard that her beloved brother was killed during the battle, her small fear for Shadowmancers grew into pure hatred.


That's when Esrelda came in. The older princess was very nervous about taking over the throne, but when she saw how her younger sister was going astray, she knew that she needed to be strong. Esrelda and Izazia weren't very close over the years, they were more on acquaintance terms than actual sisters. "You're letting your emotions get in the way of your thinking, you can't rule a kingdom like that." Esrelda repeated the same words her father had spoke to her as he lay in his deathbed, hoping it would help her Izazia. And, it did.


At first, Izazia was in complete rage, despising her older sister for even saying such a thing. But, inside, the princess knew she was right. Locking herself in her chambers for twenty days and twenty nights, Izazia had missed Esrelda's coronation and marriage ceremony, but, it took that many days for Izazia to reform herself. The only person she let into the room was Mathieu, her little brother. Mathieu was always a very sick child, he had almost died when he was born, barely making it out alive. Because of that, everyone always kept a good eye on the child, making sure he never got into any trouble. He would play with her and sing songs like nothing bad had happened, his optimism was what kept Izazia from committing suicide. She owed her life to Mathieu.


When the young princess emerged from her room, she was the hard and ice cold woman she was today, but, she was willing to think rationally and made a promise to herself that she wouldn't let her emotions get a better hold of her. Training even harder than ever, Izazia was at the skill level that she could be thought of as a prodigy. Her ability in her swordsmanship and Arua manipulating was quickly rising as Izazia continued to train for hours non-stop.


Esrelda then gave birth to her first child, _ _. As Esrelda was very busy with her duties as the queen, Izazia was often the one who had to take care of all her sister's multiple children. During Queen Esrelda's rule, the kingdom wasn't in it's best state, many crimes were being committed and the food was low, all because Esrelda was much too lenient on her kingdom. It was also around then that Mathieu passed away in his sleep, the food was so low that the only prince left had refused to eat the healthy amount and told the servants to bring the food to the commoners, they needed it much more than him.


Not really wanting to be around any children, Izazia was first quite cold to her nieces and nephews, not wanting to be around them and pushing them away. But, she saw something in each of the kids that were also in Mathieu, the innocence of a child. She was often reminded of Mathieu's cold body on his deathbed whenever she saw the children, but Izazia always managed to crack a small smile for them, working on her ability to lie and cover her emotions up, no matter how much hurt she was feeling.


Izazia was only twelve when Kalin was born and the Queen Esrelda died from childbirth. Pulling Izazia to her, Esrelda wiped away her sister's tears and whispered in a rasp voice, "You're letting your emotions get in the way of your thinking, you can't rule a kingdom like that." Signing a paper that declared that Izazia would rule the kingdom from then on, Esrelda soon passed away, still holding Izazia's hands in her own. Her last words were, "Put a stop to this war our ancestors have failed to end." And so, Izazia was the next in line to the throne.


Crowning the Queen-


After the death of Queen Esrelda, Izazia was soon crowned as the new queen of Arua Manipulators and she took everything into action right away. Remembering her sister's last words, Izazia took it to herself to fulfil what her brothers and sisters tried doing. Ending this nuisance of a war. Many people first thought that Izazia would mess the kingdom up even more than her sister did, she being only twelve years old. But, the princess was a smart child.


Immediately putting a stop to all crimes in the kingdom, Queen Izazia ruled with an iron fist, not tolerating any sign of defiance in her citizens. Feared for her power with her sword and Arua Manipulation, no one dared to question Izazia's actions, letting the girl do what she wanted. And so, the kingdom's state began to improve, the food storage began to rise up and was even overflowing with crops! The kingdom of Arua Manipulators thrived under Izazia's control, she was an extreme strategist after all.


It was around then when her mother - Dowager Queen Ivanna - began capturing Shadowmancers and imprisoning them to force the other kingdom to surrender. At first, Izazia didn't really care what her mother did, it wasn't really interfering with her plans. But, soon the prison cells were filled with Shadowmancers, and their kingdom was frequently placing attacks onto the Arua Manipulators. Finally having enough with her mother's delusional tactics, Izazia took it to herself to go into the prisons and examine the Shadowmancers. Ever since her brother's death and her sister's passing, Izazia didn't have a real opinion on Shadowmancers anymore. Howell had said that they were monsters, Esrelda spoke of their humanity and how they to were also like Arua Manipulators.


At first, the Shadowmancers would yell and insult Izazia, pissing her off just a bit. But, as Izazia left, she could hear the cries of children in the background and the tales of the Shadowmancers before they were taken captive. It made Izazia realize that the people in the prisons were just normal people, none of them really did anything terrible or horrid, they were just like her own civilians.


Ordering for the captives to be set free in the No-Man's land between the two kingdoms, Izazia found the perfect way to end this war. A way that didn't involve fighting, didn't need trickery, just...marriage.


Recent Ruling-


Under Queen Izazia's control, the kingdom thrived with life, almost returning to the state it used to be hundreds of years ago. Whenever Izazia went to go battle with the Shadowmancers, she always had a specific plan on how it was going to go. Sometimes she would purposely retreat back just for everything to fall into place, giving the Shadowmancers a sense of security. It was all like a game of chess, you have to look at all the possibilities and openings.


After taking Prince Axis capture, Izazia actually treated the Shadowmancer prince rather well, even giving the man his own room and letting him wander around the castle, with trained guards of course. The guards wouldn't be directly following Prince Axis around, just keeping an eye on him, alerting the queen when he did something out of hand. They never actually interacted with the prince, their job was to get the queen to handle it, not manhandling the Shadowmancer prince down and knocking him out wiht a club of cheese.


Now, all Izazia had to do was wait patiently and let her little game play out. Everything would go just as planned, "We're almost there, Esrelda."


(Princess) Athalia Crimson by @L u n a ☁






Name: Athalia Crimson


Gender: Female


Age: 18


Personality: Athalia is a very curious and adventurous girl. She doesn't fear anything much anymore (as much as she did when she was a child) and she tends to accept challenges. Even if she is great with Arua Manipulation, she does not brag, and doesn't shove how great she is in harmless peoples' faces. She is actually a gentle and nice person when she doesn't have to fight, and she tries her best not her identity to be revealed by the ShadowMancers but only her people.


History: Ever since Athalia was a child, about six years old, actually, she had been trained and programmed to never trust the ShadowMancers. Everyday would they tell her about horrid stories about the opposite faction that would give her nightmares every night. Each story was in a worse level, and her parents would always make sure that they would do thinks so anger would build up inside her, so that she would aid them in the war which never ended. They introduced her to Arua Manipulation, and always made her practice new things. But what her parents didn't know was that she practiced such not to bear revenge on the ShadowMancers, but to only escape them.


Years passed, and not even one of her parents' schemes in building the anger in her grow worked out. You would think that she would remain in fear of them, but no, she has also changed somehow. As she grew, she realized how much ability she wielded, and how powerful she was. Commoners feared her, nobles looked up to her, the others see her as a great role model, and she knew that her fear had already vanished. She knew that she was powerful enough to forever protect their faction from the opposite.


Skills/Specialties: All her years of living, Athalia had tried to apply Arua Manipulation in her everyday life. It was pretty much her only way to escape the horrible stories she had been hearing everyday, and she kept on learning new things about Arua Manipulating until she was very experienced with it. Now, she is considered by many a professional and even a master, but she thinks otherwise. She knows that she has a lot to learn. Her physical appearance and lifetime of practice helped her become better in charm-speaking and lessening the energy wiped away from her in every spell used. She uses weapons very badly though, but a simple knife could work.


Faction: Arua Manipulator


Social Class: Princess of Arua Manipulators, one of the youngest.


Appearance:
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(She wears this all the time, especially when about to fight.)


(Princess) Aura Aldis by @Odayaka Inazuma






Name: Aura Aldis


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Personality:


Aura has always been a quiet person, even as a child she rarely spoke up, yet when in battle she becomes a fierce outspoken opponent. Being the oldest child of the Queen of the Arua Manipulators she feels as if she has to be perfect and sent the example of what the royalty is all about. She is over protective of her younger siblings, going to extremes to ensure their safety.


History:


Ever since childhood Aura has been trained to do and be every thing a princess can. She has spent years learning all she could, from weaponry to politics. She even spent time learning the ways of the ShadowMancer in order to better her chances in battle against them. She studied them religiously for hours on end, but the more she studied the more she became increasingly worried over why the war between the two fractions started. This worry stuck with her even into to her young adulthood.


In her teen years she began to practice in the art of assassination, viewing it as the best method to use in a fight against ShadowMancers. This method became the foundation of her fighting style a long with a few common swordsman moves. A long with her studies and training, Aura started to put good use to her political knowledge lending it and her wisdom to the political matters of her people. She found ways around issues and creative solutions to diplomatic problems.


By the time Aura was eighteen she was right on track to being great princess. She was knowledgeable skilled, and powerful. Fitting the princess picture perfectly, but yet she still felt uneasy about the lack of knowledge regarding the war. She still worried about these issue and feared that this war could turn into the complete elimination of one of the fractions unless someone acted. She swore that if the war turned in that direction, her people would not be the ones to go down.


Skills/Specialties:


Aura is quite able to charm speak, bond, and summon, yet she prefers not to use these abilities unless the need is extreme. She is exceptionally skilled in the art of assassination, using this method in battle more often than others.


Faction:


Arua Manipulator


Social Class:


Princess of Arua Manipulators


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Soulicy sits in a red velvet chair, sitting with her back straight, as if someone had taped a broom stick to it: outside of the council hall that rest in the her family's palace. Her mind racing with hurried thoughts and her shoulders tense for her eldest brothers was at stake here and, also her family has made her stay outside as the meeting takes place. Which made her want nothing more than to barge into the grand hall and just demand they launch an attack, so they may take her dearest Axis back and leave, without the thought of deal." THEY STOLE HER BROTHER OF HEAVENS SAKE. WHY SHOULD WE CUT THEM SLACK!" She yelled at her mother right before they left their for the meeting hall which is located a mile, or so from the main palace for some reason. Soulicy had always found that weird. Yet, her mother took no heed of her angery rambles.


So, She sits there as the minutes tick by, transforming into hours at snails pace, running her finger up and down her silky green sleeve of the gown that her mother made her wear," God, I am not gonna survive that next thirty minutes," She mutters, boredom and furry like a earwig eating away at her mind. Soulicy has to do something, or she would fall into a deep instantly. So, she did what any other would do in her position and gets out of her chair, walking slowly to the thick cherry wood door. That had to be no more than 5 heads taller than her, opening it just the smallest amount, placing her ear above the small opening, so some sound may be heard. Unfortunately the council must have just been ending for all she heard was a firm voice saying," Their Youngest heir made his choice, so quickly. It was like her already knew who he was going to choose. We'll that is all you may go," Was all that was heard. Choose? Choose Who? Choose What? Soulicy thinks, slowly backing away from the door and taking her place in her stupid chair, which she was starting to loathe. And the door of the council room opens her brothers, sisters and a couple of cushions walking out, without taking notice of her. Something has happened, what was the deal? When are we getting Axis back!
 
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Midnight awoke that morning only to barely open his eyes. "Day.......I hate daylight." He muttered then sat up stretching looking to the window where the light was barely peaking in. "Sun sun go away come again after we're all dead." Midnight stood up slowly and looked to the door leading to the hall in the place he stayed only to disintegrate into the shadows and appear once more at the door his hand already on the handle. "Time to begin the day."


He left the room and exited the small wooden house only to proceed down a gravel made street towards the castle stepping into the shadows as much as he could and hopping down the street into other shadows. The less light he had to be in the better, and the more shadows coming from the houses meant the further he could jump. If the shadow was visible, Midnight could hop to it. They called it shadow walking but he preferred shadow step. Same thing just a different way of saying it.


Once Midnight made it to the castle he wandered up the stairs blowing off a few guards who said hi to him in a cheery tone, he disliked them with a passion and was only here because he was asked to come and assist in this war. Midnight's eyes glared as he tripped spinning around only to land a kick into the back of the guard who bumped him. It wasn't an excellent kick only enough to make him stumble. "Watch where your going." He then ignored any other comments made from the guard who was shouting at him about kicking and assaulting "authority" and about how he could be thrown into a cell for that. Midnight continued on his path and stopped once he reached the training grounds for the Shadowmancers. He then awaited for others to show up so they could start together.
 
The soft sound of foot steps echoed down the hall as Aura calmly walked to the meeting hall where she was supposed to have been over hearing a important case involving the matter of the ShadowMancers. She had gotten caught up in a old dusty book she had discovered the night before in the library. The book had been on one of the top most shelves in a dark corner of the library, and after dusting the old thing off, she had spent the whole night and part of the early morning reading it. In no time at all warm sun light had begin to shine through the stain glass window by her desk, which she has often been found sleeping at, warming her face as she read. Looking up from the book, she begin to panic realizing that she had already missed half the hearing.


After closing the book and tucking it under her right arm, so she could continue it later, she had begin to make her way down the long hall toward the meeting hall. She silently prayed that she would at least make it in time for the last few minutes of the hearing. If not she would most likely be given a lecture by her mother for her irresponsible and disappointing behavior, well that would be so even if she did make it for the ending bit. A defeated sigh slipped her lips as she thought of the trouble she had gotten herself into over a old dusty book.


The hall came to a stop in front of a grand wooden door that was hand crafted and an elegant red wood. She stopped at the door, running her had over it, she had always been fascinated by these elaborate parts of the palace, ever since she was little. Pushing open the door she walked in, sighing, the room was crowded and noise stopped at her presence. Taking a deep breath, Aura walked over to her purple velvet chair and took her place.
 
Kalin stretched lazily, the amount of sunlight filtering through the large window situated above his bed told him it was past the waking hour. The servants were likely already started on the preparations for the midday meal, and his royal sisters, Athalia and Aura were undoubtedly already about their duties. Dragging his sore body from the lush violet silks on his bed, he let out a groan, his muscles still complaining from the taxing hunt the day before. The pain wasn’t even worth the effort in the end, the only deer they'd caught was born and raised in captivity, one of the guards ushering it in the hunting party’s direction. It was common practice within this season, when the deer and other game migrated or went into hibernation. Kalin found it insulting that the servants didn’t think he’d notice the block of yellow dye in the animal’s left ear, but decided against motioning it, it wasn’t worth the effort. It was their poor, suffering jobs to appease the selfish royalty, and he wasn’t about to complain about the way they went about it.


Besides, he thought eyeing himself leisurely in the silver plated mirror propped in the corner, I have more pressing issues at hand. Flicking on a pale purple robe, he slipped out of his sleeping quarters, nodding briskly to the guards standing vigil outside. Dismissed, they went about whatever was next on their agenda. They probably let me sleep in because they figured I’d done my duty for at least a week, he thought with a sideways grin. Marrying the princess of the Shadowmancers means peace, at least for the time being. As much as he respected the Shadowmancers more than the average Arua Manipulator, he still had his doubts if they’d keep the treaty.


Trotting down the spire in which his quarters had been build, his bare feet hardly made a noise on the stones collating the floor, the tiles smooth from wear beneath his feet. Soulicy, he thought to himself, smiling as the name still sounded as good in his head as it had a few days ago when he was shown her picture as one of his suitors. Many years ago, she’d shown him such kindness that it had transformed him to a better man. There was no better wife, and Kalin was pleased with his choice. A mousy looking guard, out of breathe, stood sharply in attention before handing him a scrawled order. Reading it quickly, Kalin cursed, handing it back. He broke into a sprint, nearly careening into a servant lugging a large amount of lobsters in a crate, likely for the upcoming meal. I wish I'd been told earlier I was due for a meeting concerning my marriage, he thought angrily, bursting into the chamber fully swathed in nightclothes. Nodding sheepishly at Aura, he slunk to his own velvet seat, face flushed in embarrassment at his state.
 
Cecily woke in her bed made of hay to her brother's metal boots walking across the creaky wooden of their home. "Wake up sleeping beauty" Gerard said, grinning. "Time to go to work" He walked over to his bed and picked up his large two-handed sword, placing it into it's sheath attached to his back. Cecily sighed and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She pulled off her thin blanked, which was full of moth holes, and sat at the edge of the bed yawning. It was so early, the sun wasn't even out yet and outside was pitch black. "I hate mornings..." Slowly, she slid off the bed, placing her feet on the cold floor.


20 minutes later they both had their armor on and were out the house, walking down the cobblestone road toward the castle. The sun still wasn't out yet and the streets were dark, so Cecily stuck close to her brother. She yawned and looked up at his face.
"How do you not look tired?" She yawned again "It's so early" He looked down and smiled at her "Guess I'm just a morning person"





They spent their whole morning walking around the castle, patrolling it. Cecily stopped when she suddenly heard her stomach rumble. "Um... I think I'm gonna go 'patrol' the kitchen..." Gerard eyed her suspiciously. "Fine. But no snacking! It's not break time yet" But as soon as he said it was ok, Cecily was already making her way toward the kitchen. "No promises!" She giggled as she hurried away. Gerard rolled his eyes and sighed as he continued patrolling.
 
Rogue's view.


Rogue woke up, unfortunately the blonde haired lady was not the type to ever wake up and actually be happy at the fact it was a new day. Nope, she hated the time of day to a point she would silently curse it until she woke up properly. Her blue eyes stared ahead, peering angrily over at the window which was open. "Seriously...Open? Does someone hate me?" The girl asked as she pushed the sheets off her. "Great...I hate this... I hate this... I bloody hate, this." Referring to the constant stream of light into her room she got up.


She pulled up the white and gold rimmed stockings she wore as she continued to grumble. "Why can't I work all night? I wouldn't have to put up with this useless light all the time then..." She hissed before she walked over, grabbing her boots as she pulled the white shoes on, doing up the laces tightly before she pulled all her hair behind her. "...Food first..."


Walking through the halls only seconds later, the guard was heading towards the kitchen. Of course, the grumbling blonde just glared at most people she passed, it was a normal for her at this time of day. Anyway, she walked into the kitchens, a smile on her lips as she gave the chef a wave. "Good morning~" She called out, watching the oh so familiar chef just chuckle at her sudden optimism before heading off to get her something to eat. It took a few minutes but soon she had a few small things to eat. She never was one to eat much. She thanked the chef before walking off.


Once full, her sword strapped to her waist and a much more serious expression on her features she set off down the halls again. She had to work after all, it would be bad if she just went spent all day avoiding work...Then again, that was possibly something she would think of doing but never do. She shook her head, shaking those thoughts from her mind she just smiled slightly. 'Yeah...I really have to calm down..'


The girl noted something before she headed to the Chamber, walking inside quietly as she went and stood behind Kalin. Of course, she looked over the prince for a moment. His face flushed...and in night clothes? She placed her hands against her lips as she giggled. "Your highness..." She whispered, leaning down till the guard was close enough to be heard. "I never thought night clothes were appropriate for a meeting." With that the girl stood up properly, her hands behind her back as she seemed in a much better mood.


Cresil's view.


Cresil woke up early as usual. He went to bed late, woke up early. Always. So before most people woke up, he was perched at a desk in his room or in the library reading away without a care in the world. Some people even believed his constant studying was based on a need to impress. Cresil would never aim for that.


He walked up to his desk, notes and books spread across the polished wood. It was a mess, but in his defence this way he knew where everything he needed was. He shook his head slightly before he slumped into his seat with a silent huff. He needed to finish all of his notes on his current books. It would be weird, well in his opinion, if he took out the same books repeatedly. So he had thousands of pages on notes and his own creations alone. All on tactics.


Pages and pages were filled with tactical battle positions, others were just random images he had drawn in lapses of boredom. He often got lost in his own thoughts and ended up ruining papers with sketches. Imagination was dangerous.


A guard knocked at his door and he got up. That made him curious. Walking over to the door he opened, looking over at the guard with a look of boredom as he propped himself up against the door frame. "What's up?" He asked quietly before the guard spoke his reply. The guard went on about someone wanting him to turn up to breakfast personally this time. The white haired prince tilted his head before shrugging. "Tell them maybe..." He stated before walking inside and closing the door. As if.
 
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Cross-legged on a broad, scarlet chair as tinted as her hair, Athalia never forgot to sit straight. Attentively, she kept on listening and pressing on the topic that they were talking about. It didn't really require any more war, fighting or physical force, but only a marriage arrangement. She well observed that neither of her two siblings had not been in the Arua Manipulators' council hall. It was quite a shame for the lovely lady outside the hall to be kept waiting. She had seen Soulicy Deynair, the seventh princess of Shadow Manipulators, before entering the council, and it took only seconds to analyze every inch of her. The soon-to-be wife of the youngest of their siblings were to marry so easily, and if anything, Soulicy was well impatient. She couldn't blame her though, but there were countless things that she would do if she was to be stuck on a chair outside a hall with people talking and judging her, including barging in or playing around with her and other's auras.





Creaaaaaak,





A very faint sound oblivious to almost all in the council hall was heard with the help of Athalia's sharp hearing. She tilted her eyes a little bit to the right, and there she found the door some millimeters open. She bet that it was the seventh princess herself, but she didn't mind. Some minutes later, Aura, her older sister, finally came in the council hall, and coincidentally right when there were a group of people who didn't seem to get together well. Aura sat beside her, on a velvet chair on her right the same size as hers. "You're pretty late." Athalia muttered with a little hint of wonder. The oldest of siblings would always be early in meetings--even earlier than Athalia--and this was the first time that it took her about thirty minutes to get to the council hall. Athalia immediately knew that Aura had gone somewhere or had to attend to something that was more important than this meeting, but what was it?


A very embarrassing but funny scene happened right after minutes passed when she had dismissed her thought and started paying attention to everything again. Barged in the council hall was the youngest of siblings and soon-to-be groom of the princess of ShadowMancers, Kailin. It seemed that he wasn't well informed about this meeting, and it was very obvious when she noticed that he was still on his nightclothes. He sat on another velvet chair on Aura's right, and Athalia couldn't help but give the smallest of chuckles. "Talk about embarrassment."
 
Queen Izazia




Droplets of water hit the stone floor, its sound echoing across the silent chambers. The stone was cracked in many places, looking like it had a massive earthquake in it. It was just a plain room made of stone, but somehow, it held an air of superiority. Even the walls had little cracks doing up and down, some of the pillars had collapsed in a pile of rubble, but, it still had that sense of eminence. Shadows plagued over large room, covering it in endless darkness. The room seemed to be empty, except for the stone throne that sat in the middle of it.


A woman sat leaned over on her armour covered thighs, her long blonde hair neatly tied up into an intricate bun with a braid wrapped around the base of it. Wearing a grey dress of leather, the woman's legs were protected by metal boots, the toes and knees looked rather sharp and dangerous. Glowing red designs trailed all over the armour, even going down the base of her sword. Those weren't just pretty lines, they were a small visual of the woman's Arua Manipulation power. Sometimes your body can't handle that much power, storing it on the outside of yourself is one of the better options. If your body keeps in too much power, it may end up killing you.


Golden eyes glowed faintly in the dark room, as if she was judging the very air around her. A permanent frown played on the woman's lips as she began tapping her fingers against the hilt of her sword, waiting for something, someone. Eyebrows furrowing just a bit, the woman's mind wandered off to one of the many possibilities on why whatever - or whoever - she was waiting for was late. Perhaps they were killed, maybe the Shadowmancers were much too enraged of the capture of their eldest prince? Or they could've gotten lost. No, whoever the woman was waiting for was surely not a person who would get lost.


As the woman continued to ponder upon the different situations, a ray of light cut through the darkness of the room. The large door in front of the woman slowly opened, allowing more light from the outside to come in. Softly furrowing her eyebrows together to block out the brightness, the woman's grip on her sword tightened for a moment, only to relax once again as she saw who it was.


A man dressed fully in armour hurried over to the woman and knelt down, bowing his head in honour. "Message has been relayed, your highness." Not daring to raise his head to stare at his queen, the messenger knelt patiently as he awaited for his queen's answer. The man had been giving quite the important job, a task that would decide if this war would end or continue on. Relaying messages were quite important during a war, communication between two kingdoms were vital in understanding why they were doing such a thing. One wrong word and hundreds of innocent people could be killed.


The queen's piercing gold eyes stared down at the bowed man, her eyebrow raising just a bit. "Well done," the woman stated coldly, her voice showing no sign of pride or satisfaction. Straightening her back like a ruler, the queen sat proudly and regally as silence reigned over the cracked stone room. "Arise, solider." the sound of the woman's voice boomed throughout the room, echoing off the walls and seeming like it was more than just one person speaking. The queen's lips sat in a straight line, showing neither happiness or anger. She seemed just like a programmed statue, revealing no emotions whatsoever.


Rising up from his position, the man held his helmet under his arm as he stood a few feet away from his queen, anxiety building up in him as ever second passed. He dare not to speak a word from his mouth when the queen did not allow him to, it was much to dangerous to do so. Palms sweating under his heavy armour, the messenger could feel the intensity of the situation as he froze in place, an itch developing on the top of his nose.


"You may leave." the queen spoke lightly, her voice sounding just like a whisper of a mouse, but, due to the quietness of the room, it seemed like she was in a normal speaking volume. Her back as straight as if someone was holding her, the woman showed no lines of stress on her face, not revealing any sign of weakness to her subject. Waiting for the messenger to scurry away and out of the room, the queen held an air of elegance as she uncrossed her legs, signally that she was about to stand up.


Taking this opportunity to leave as fast as he could, the messenger gave a shaky bow once more and hurried out of the dark, cold, ominous room. Underneath all those layers of armour, the man was sweating like a pig, not being able to withstand the queen's aura for so long. It was so....dominant, elegant, powerful. As the man exited the room, he did his best not to make eye contact with his queen. But, at the last moment, his light blue eyes stared straight into the sharp gold of the Arua Manipulator queen. A cold shudder went down his spine as he quickly averted his eyes to the ground and left the room.


Standing up abruptly, the woman took long and quick steps as she approached the door, her chin held high as she pushed open both of the stone doors and walked out into the sunlight. Watching her subjects rush around the castle, the queen's lips twitched ever so slightly into a smile, rather pleased with how her plan was going. As the soles of her metal boots clacked against the marble floors, the woman had a soft calm and serene look on her face as she nodded curtly to a few of her servants while she passed by.


"Good morning, Queen Izazia." They would all greet her with their eyes averted to the ground, not daring to lift their gaze to their queen's piercing gold eyes. It was quite the routine, bow, greet, scurry off. Kind of like little mice running for their lives. An amused smile tugged at the corners of Izazia's lips as she strolled down the floors, trying to reassure herself that the meeting would go well.


Yes, the meeting. That meeting would decide if this whole war would stop or not, the queen hoped that the Shadowmancers would agree to the marriage. If they didn't however... Izazia furrowed her eyebrows together at the thought and continued to the meeting, turning a sharp corner and coming to a stop in front of the large and looming doors.


Now or never. Throwing open the gigantic doors with ease, Izazia walked in with an air of elegance. Not saying a word, Izazia stepped up the stairs and onto her other throne, personally, she preferred the stone throne much more. This red and plush throne was much too comfortable, it relaxed her a bit too much. And when you're relaxed, your body tends to react slower than when you're tense.


Spotting her youngest nephew in his pajamas, the queen raised an eyebrow at the boy, a soft - but amused - frown playing at her lips. Kalin was always so hilarious to watch, Izazia could still remember when he was just a little baby and how he grew up, even how he went through those rebellious teen stages. With that thought on her mind, Izazia's eyes trailed over to her two nieces, Aura and Athalia. Aura was always so quiet and adorable, but when she gets serious...it was rather cute how she became so aggressive. Athalia on the other hand, she was very curious, getting into a lot of different situations as a child.


Chuckling lightly, Izazia's harsh eyes softened as she stared at her older sister's children. "You're all a lot like your mother." the queen commented as she could see many traits of her sister in the young adults before her, they grew up so fast. Then again, Izazia wasn't that much older than them, she still recalled how it felt to hold them in her arms, they used to be so small to. Time went by fast.
 
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Hearing Athalia's comment, Kalin tucked his feet under him, attempting to look as presentable as was possible in his meager nightclothes. He tried his best to ignore the embarrassment of the situation, pressing his behavior to be respectable to make up for his appearance that lacked such dignity. He wasn't normally so concerned with such things, but this meeting was different, important. Keeping his back straight and chin high, he couldn't help but let his mind wander with such an uncertain fate awaiting him. What if they end up backing out, those Shadowmancers. . .will I be blamed for letting the enemy run free after so long we've waited for an upper hand? Automatically imagining the worst, he feared banishment from the country for being a traitor, would they see him as such? That he had connections to the Shadowmancers?


His thoughts broken by a voice in her ear, he turned to see his personal guard, Rogue, admonishing him teasingly. Scowling, he flushed a deep red, looking far from what a royal like himself should. Before he could reply, a strict silence fell across the room as the Queen, Izazia, swept into the room like a commanding burst of wind. She was known for her fighting skills and beauty, her strength making her a highly effective leader not yet to be questioned in her right to the throne. Though she wasn't his birth mother, he respected her as one, as well as a role model and teacher. The guards' weapons and armor clinked like wind chimes as they stood to attention, Kalin bowing his own head as an echo of greetings filled the room.
 
"Where the hell did he go!?" The angry call rang throughout the forest, causing the wildlife to scurry away in fear. "He's a slippery one, that bastard child. Search the perimeter! If you see anything suspicious, attack on sight!" The demand was followed by the clinking of armor and the sound of hooves making contact over and over on the forest floor.


Not too far away from their previous position, was a large log hidden by the brush. Behind this log was the figure they had been so desperately searching for. The man was covered in black from head to toe, merging perfectly with the scenery. The only think not colored jet black, was the plain white mask he wore on his face to conceal his identity. The thing was one solid piece, no holes or designs to be seen. It was a mystery how he could even see.


He wore this disguise for simple reasons. Of course there was the fact that he'd been hunted since he was a child, but there was another reason. How do you think people would react if they saw a boy walk around town, looking like a mix between the deceased rulers of each faction. The only picture the factions had on file of him, was the only picture that hadn't been destroyed from when he was around five. He preferred to keep his current appearance under wraps, just in case the mask was ruined in battle. In such a case, he could always wear a hood.


He peeked over the log and quickly brought his head down at the sound of footsteps. 'They've increased their numbers.' While this was troubling, he couldn't say he wasn't expecting it. With the upcoming truce between both factions, they've been hounding him now more than ever. However, he wouldn't be stopped by meer hunters.


He reached into his coat and withdrew his pocket watch. He ran his thumb over the piece, before opening it. Although the watch seemed to be in working order from the outside, the hands never turned. There was no ticking coming from the watch, leaving no way for a person to actually tell the time. 'I need to hurry. I won't make it before nightfall at this rate.' Of course he was an exception to the unreadable watch. Somehow, he always knew the time, even without the watch telling him.


He stood from his position, ready to move out. "There he is! Prepare to fire!" He looked over his shoulder to see the mass of hunters. They would appear before him when he decided to finally leave. As they began to prepare the attack, the shadow from beneath his feet shifted slightly.


Before they could attack, he disappeared, not a single trace left behind. The hunters that had been left in the dust were obviously frustrated and their faces held nothing but anger. "Damn exile! He got away!" Their ruler wouldn't be happy about this.


As the hunters were seething with rage, the man was a great distance away. That shadow walk ability did come in handy on occasion. At this rate, he should be at the palace before the day's end. He had a great deal of investigating to do. There was no time for rest in the life of an exile. He saw a great deal of irony in that title. Although the factions were the ones who wanted nothing to do with them, they spent all their time hunting him down. The man hated by Shadowmancers and Arua Manipulators alike. The bastard son of deceased rulers, considered a threat to all. A half-breed that shouldn't have existed. All these things could describe the outcast known as Xen. However, nothing the factions did or said could steer him from his goal. He would accomplish his mission at all costs, even if that cost is death.
 
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Aura sat in her chair with her head held high, she was watching her younger sibling out of the corners of her eyes. She could tell that her brother was worrying just a bit over what might happen today in this meeting, and that was reasonable any normal person would be. She wanted to reach over and comfort him, but thought better of it knowing that this was not the time to behave in such ways. She released her breath, not realizing that she had been holding it. Maybe I'm worrying just a little too, she thought. Her fingers traced over the elaborate lettering on her book, this was a habit of hers, she did this in situations were she felt useless.


Her eyes had wondered down to the book she had in her lap, but were quickly pulled back up when the room fell silent. Queen Izazia had entered the room, and was making her way to respected place. Aura had always looked up to her fierce, yet beautiful, Aunt. She was a strong woman and a respectable Queen. Someone Aura thought people could only dream of being. Although the Queen was not her mother she had always felt as if she were, sometimes even calling her such.
 
Rogue found it hilarious, she just didn't voice that. Of course, the guard smirked at his flushed state since it was just a sight to see. His highness blushing! She brought her hand to her lips, her eyes diverting to look in the opposite direction as she tried to stop her oncoming laughter. Yeah, today was good. Eventually, she got it to calm down and she nodded, coughing slightly before she looked down at his seated form. "I apologize your highness, I will wake you up next time." She stated quietly as she began to adjust her gloves. 'Ah...I had forgotten to do that...I blame the sun, yeah, blame that sun. Perfect excuse.' She thought, nodding to herself as she yawned, stretching her arms. She really need to get over her hatred for waking up early.


When the Queen, Izazia entered the female guard stood to attention. Of course she would, this was the Queen. That and she was a very strong female, something that got a lot of respect from Rogue herself. Wearing none of her armour currently but still holding weapons with her, she made no sound unlike the other guards when they stood to attention. She remained behind Kalin, her features once a grin at Kalin's appearance was now blank as watched the Queen enter and speak with her sisters children. Rogue silently looked between them all, curious to what the previous queen looked like. Ignoring that she put her arms behind her, one hand holding a firm grip upon her other wrist as she became alert. It was her job after all.
 
Looking into the eyes of her beloved Aunt, Aura smiled and nodded. "We are, but so are you. You share her blood as well, like the rest of us do." Aura spoke with the up most respect for her Aunt, as well as with love. Although she hoped her words were not out of place at such a time. Looking around she wished to see that the others agreed and approved of her statement. Her fingers tracing the lettering on the book even faster. I really need to stop my worrying, Aura thought taking a deep breath. Looking out at the people gathered in the hall Aura felt more worried than relieved and could only wish for this meeting to be over with. These feeling and thoughts were quiet strange for her, of all people, to be feeling and think at such a time. On most days Aura was over flowing with confidence, yet this day was different.
 

Queen Izazia




Connecting eyes with her oldest niece, Princess Aura, the queen's ice cold heart ached for a moment as she saw the very same eyes Esrelda. Why did they all have to look so much like her? Her chest went heavy as her heart pained from the grief, but the queen never broke the stare with her niece. Breathing stayed regular as Izazia felt herself frown ever so slightly at Aura's comment about her older sister's blood.


"We are, but so are you. You share her blood as well, like the rest of us do." the princess spoke up, her voice showed much respect and love, causing Izazia to hurt even more. She was nothing like her sister, Esrelda was kind, sweet, and pure. Izazia on the other hand, she saw herself as a cold blood monster who would do anything to keep her kingdom from falling into pieces.


Smiling softly at her niece that wasn't that much younger than her, Izazia's fake stretch of the lips didn't make its way to her eyes, leaving the golden orbs blank and emotionless, but, who would actually catch that?
"Thank you, Aura." Nodding curtly at the princess, Izazia's lips were left parted ever so slightly as she furrowed her eyebrows softly. "I hope you all know why I gathered everyone here today." With a frown gracing her lips, the queen crossed her legs elegantly before taking a deep breath.


"We all know that we currently have the eldest Shadowmancer prince in our custody at the moment," Sitting in a rather stiff position, Izazia pushed herself off the golden throne, causing it to tip backwards, almost falling over. As the queen stepped down the stairs, the metal of her boots clacked and echoed throughout the large room. "We are hoping that the Shadowmancers agree to the marriage contract." Standing less that four feet in front of the prince and princesses, Izazia held her arms behind her back and stood dominantly.


Obviously, that marriage contract had a very small chance of actually ending the war, but there was more to the plan, the little strategy that Izazia had been tweaking since her sister had died, which was nearly nineteen years ago. The slightest of sadistic smirks grew on the queen's face, a low chuckle escaping her lips. But, that "little strategy" of hers would have to wait to be revealed...



Glancing back at the prince and princesses, the queen spoke in a rather powerful - but quiet - voice, her eyes glazing over with intensity.
"Please do not mess up." With those words, Izazia turned back and walked out of the room, her shoes still clacking against the marble floor. She knew that this would be a lot of pressure on Kalin, but it wasn't all relied on the prince, Aura and Athalia had a large part in causing this plan to work. Izazia had it all planned out. And it seemed that she would soon have to find him once again. The queen wondered how her little bastard was doing.


((Ohohoho! I have much planned out!~ Izazia's probably one of the most enjoyable characters to RP as.
xD ))
 
[QUOTE="Lucem Tenebris](Xen is going to wreck her plans so bad...)

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(That's what you think....mwahaha... > :D lol most likely xD ))
 
For the past few minutes, things have been escalating quickly. Athalia's eyes roamed about, and if you would look very closely, you could see the amusement in her face. Rouge seemed to be amused too. The loyal female guard was close to laughing hard again, but it was a good thing that she stopped doing so. Nobody would like a guard just giggling off everything in the middle of a council meeting, now would they?


Ah, there came the beautiful and powerful aunt Izazia. Athalia noticed that all those guards were shaking and trying their best to not trash their greeting, their metal armors clattering with each other. "A true guard indeed," Athalia chuckled almost mutely as she noticed that Rouge was keeping her calm. Secretly, she was her favorite soldier, and probably the best one at that. It was expected though, being that Rouge was the youngest and only Arua Manipulator prince's personal one.


"Aunt Izazia." Athalia acknowledged her presence with a bow. She was delighted when she heard their aunt compliment them in a sense of comparison with their mother, and she nodded, agreeing to everything that her older sister Aura had just said. There was a feeling that she saw her aunt's face twitch a little after Aura's reply, but Athalia decided to dismiss that thought. Surprisingly and not, she felt her aunt's strictness again. She started speaking in a very serious tone, and it was obvious that things shouldn't be taken seriously.


"We won't mess up, so don't you worry." Athalia said with a ring of assurance in her beautiful voice. Athalia decided that she would start practicing more advanced Arua Manipulation, even if she was good at it. And probably I'll try to handle a sword too, she nodded to herself, waiting for the next council member to discuss something.
 

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