Fantasy Feuding Kingdoms -Arranged marriage RP- Character's

[Reiia silver]

This is the Character sheet
Rules for making a character
1. No characters under 16
2. No powers not matching the kingdom you are from
3. Decorate your CS however you want, but needs the following included

CS
Name -
Age-
Role -
Powers -
Likes-
Dislikes-
Fears-
Weaknesses (Personalty wise)-
Strengths (Personalty wise)-
Bio -
Picture (Must be anime)-

Pairings
Aeryn and Jasper
Mykel and Aelina,
Theo and youngest daughter east,
Mina and Eldest son of the South
Odette and Reon,
Vance and Maria,
Espen and Erin
Eira And tobias​

 

[Reiia silver]

Name - Mina
Age- 17
Role - Youngest princess of the west
Powers - Underwater senses
Likes- Cakes | Music | Books | Animals
Dislikes- Carrots | Extreme heat | Being Treated like a child | Mean people
Fears- Losing her Kingdom to war
Weaknesses (Personalty wise)- Fearful - Overly excitable
Strengths (Personalty wise)- Smart - Friendly
Bio -
Mina is the rather immature youngest Princess of the West, she likes to cause trouble when she can get away with it and she has often swimming most of the time. She consents most anything underwater, from the different kind of fish or other sea creatures, to shells and other stuff that might be in the water. She tends to get really excited about little things, she will talk fast and other childish things, but she hates being considered a child or treated like one. Mina adores her older siblings and often spends as much time with them as she can, she is especially close to her sister and likes to follow her everywhere she can.

While she does act really immature, she is really smart for her age and excels in most of her lessons, even though a few of them she does not do very well. She plays music whenever she gets the chance and likes to perform for her siblings.

Mina has a huge secret, she is in love with Mykel! She refuses to tell anyone, for one thing it would be pointless as she cannot be with him and it hurts her to think of that. The two of them met a while back, when they were younger and almost immediately became good friends. From there her feelings only grew, she dreams that they could be together. Has a journal somewhere that she writes about him all the time and every letter she received from him goes in a special box that she keeps in a special place.
(WIP)
Picture (Must be anime)-

(This is an example of what I am looking for a bit in case anyone is confused.... )​

 

[suzu]

(very very wip, will be tidied up soon)

Name: Eira -- the eldest princess of the north
Age: 24
Powers: cold absorption -- the ability to absorb and store cold energy for later use.
- a source is always needed, and the energy is absorbed though touch (I know in science, there's only heat energy and cold is just the absence of it but work with me)
- when used, the source gets warmer
- the user feels all the cold they store, so how much energy/ how long they store it for depends on them
- when it comes to using the power, the cold is amplified
- stronger than powers where cold/ice/snow can be made out of thin air because of the price of this power
- to decrease the intensity of output, the user has to absorb the cold into themselves which isn't pleasant
- Can be used to change atmospheres, freeze targets, as well as be inflicted on people
Personality:
- Eira is a mother hen through and through. She adores and dotes on her siblings a lot and is said to give the warmest hugs. There is no doubt she loves her siblings, but her affection comes across as embarrassing at times. She fixes your collar, your hair, wants you to wear her scarves etc.
- as the eldest, she believes she is responsible for everyone to be happy and get along well. She teases/jokes around a lot to make others feel included, and though it works for some, others find it annoying. Of course she likes it when people accept her, but she actually likes it best when people get annoyed and give big reactions. The people she doesn't like are indifferent/cold people who shrug it off.
- overdramatic just for fun.
- can be childish at times ie. childishly possessive.
- despite how she looks and acts, she is actually dependable. She hides a lot of her own worries and puts on a front for her siblings and the public. Gives good advice when needed
- like a true mother hen, she is ruthless when her loved ones gets hurt. She has a dark inner nature and her power is hard to control, so she loses herself when that happens. She doesn't really like that side of her though.
- Her kingdom sees her as the picture of elegance, maturity, and sensuality -- although, they are quite afraid to voice that last one.
• [ + charismatic, mischievous, nurturing, shameless ]
• [ - clingy, coquettish, overprotective, vindictive ]
Likes: h e r s i b l i n g s, cute things, knitting (often knits scarves and sweaters for her siblings)
Dislikes: anyone who hurts her siblings, indifference, rejection
Fears: loneliness
History:
- when she was born, the kingdom was a cold place and she was a cold child -- never smiled, let alone laughed. Many people wondered what was wrong with her
- it isn't that she doesn't want to though, she desired to feel warmth
- the first time she smiled was because of her brother. He was more cheerful than her etc so she couldn't help but be too when she was around him
- she wished for more siblings -- loud ones, troublesome ones and soon, her wish came true
- she loved her siblings and lowkey encouraged them to be loud even though they're meant to be royalty
- when it came to using her powers, she couldn't get the hang of it at first. It wasn't until she had held her sibling's hand (?), she managed to use her power. In her mind, her siblings had solved her loneliness problem and her power problem, so they were v v important to her
- she was always protective, but got overprotective when her brother went missing
- as they grew up, all her siblings had their own aspirations, but she found she was content with cheering from the sidelines. She wanted to be their strength/ their rock so they always knew they had something to come home to.
Relationships:
• Jasper -- younger brother
• Odette -- younger sister
• Mykel -- younger brother

Spoiler: appearance

Name: Reon -- the eldest prince of the east
Age: 23
Powers: photosynthesis -- the ability to gain energy from the sun.
- more accurately, it is his blood which has photosynthetic qualities
- Harnessing the energy allows him to have much more stamina than the average person + reduces his need for basic human necessities like eating and sleeping (although he probably drinks a lot of water)
- like the plant ability, it only works in the sun, however his energy can be stored to an extent
- acts on top of his natural abilities -- he is not bound to using it
- yes, he does produce oxygen
Personality:
- Reon has gained reputation as the strictest eastern royal and it is not hard to see why. This man follows every rule ever. To. A. Tee. In addition to that, he also has his own code, which is arguably stricter. He sees the world in black and white -- "wrong" and "right" -- and often forgets about everything else in between.
- he has the heart and mindset of a soldier and it shows in everything he does; he has an upright posture, a confident stride and always talks with formality and respect. Looks kind of cold.
- a man of strong resolve, morals, and justice
- a workaholic
- very very dependable. Once he gives his word, he keeps it or dies trying to keep it. Really -- he is fearless and that's not out of the question. Similarly, he is also very loyal in general to the people he cares about and the things he believes in. However it sometimes blinds him and makes him tunnel visioned.
- Reon blesses everyone with his honesty and expects the same in return. No tolerance for foul play + absolutely hates manipulation. Since he blocks a lot of it out, he isn't as skilled in picking up on it.
- regardless, his qualities have earned him the title of commander in chief of the eastern army. Under his guidance, the army has never been stronger -- but at the same time, it's never been smaller. Apparently, he has created a new entrance test and training regime which has sent many new recruits home crying. He is insensitive during those times + never moved. If you try to bribe him, that is 10000 push-ups and you are also never allowed to join the army.
- does he have emotions? Who knows? Rumours have been circulating on whether he is really a person, or just an automation designed to be a prince.
- Those who know him know him know he's not totally unfeeling though. He is cold, but not necessarily rude; strict, but fair; and insensitive, but far from heartless. The one thing that everyone can agree on is he is someone you don't want as an enemy.
• [ + brave, headstrong, honest, loyal ]
• [ - aloof, impatient, strict, tactless ]
History: wip
Likes: combat (has godly endurance + doesn't even need to sleep&eat often, so a lot of time goes into training), persistent people (if you show persistence, you get some of Reon's respect and it is only with this you can be friends with him), justice ("good will always prevail"/ "if I can't win fairly, I don't want to win"), the outdoors, his family & country
Dislikes: dishonesty, mind games, sweets
Fears: the loss of the things he cares about
Relationships:
• Espen -- older sister
• Tobias -- younger brother

Spoiler: appearance

 

[FireMaiden]

Name - Aeryn
Age- 22
Role - Eldest Daughter of the West
Powers - Water Manipulation - Aeryn can shape and manipulate water as long there is a source of water nearby, or with very humid air. Cannot solidify water, but can either heighten or lower it's temperature for varying effects.
Water Walking - Aeryn can walk or run on the surface of water by literally defying the surface tension and can move across the surface of water as easily as they would be able to move on land.
Likes- Rain, The Cold, Reading, Sweets, Time Alone, Her Kingdom, Combat
Dislikes- Unnessacary talking, Intense Heat, War, The Vast amount of expectations she must strive to achieve
Fears- Dying a horrible death, Being Forgotten, Moths
Weaknesses- Apathetic, Stubborn, Confrontational, Blunt, Intemidating
Strengths- Loyal, Kind, Intelligent, Strong, Diplomatic, Cunning, Protective, Feminist
Relationships:

Older Brother: Vance​

Younger Sister: Mina​

Younger Brother: Theodore​

Bio - Born to the kingdom in the West, Aeryn is of course, the eldest one of the King's two daughters'. Her parents dotted on her, her younger siblings were always following her around when they could. And you'd expect for her to act like a spoiled brat. But no, she some how managed to stay a half way decent person. Up until her preteen years. Like her younger brother, her powers didn't manifest as earlier as they should have, and while the expectancy was around the age of five or six, instead she was nearly 11 when they finally began to surface. In her eyes, it was worth the wait.

So, the interesting stuff starts here at age 11. Her parents were surprised to find their daughter gifted with not one, but two powers, which meant that twice the amount of expectations were put on her. Her childhood practically ended as an began the lengthy journey of becoming the perfect princess. The perfect daughter. While her siblings were off playing, and running around like normal children until they needed to start training for their future duties, Aeryn was being taught by her mother and some of the best teachers money could buy In order to prepare herself for everything from kingdom politics to how to sit straight. Aeryn was miserable.

At 15, she began to gain a reputation for two things. Her beauty, which rivaled her mother's, and her prowess in combat. Not many princesses can say they can take out an entire team of the most elite warriors in their kingdom, but Aeryn has the privilege of it. Her father pressed for her to not only learn how to run a kingdom, but how to fight as well. Her mother was against it at first, but upon seeing her daughter's natural talent, agreed to it as long as her studies continued as normal. So, her free time she once got in the afternoon, would be changed to combat training with the her brothers mentor, and nights were spent with the family, running I to what little few time she had. She grew distant from her siblings, her present saw her grow more independent, and she noticed that slowly, things that use to bother her, no longer did.

At 18, after three years, she wanted some time in real combat, and after convincing her parents, was allowed to join the war effort eve if it was only for a predetermined year of service. It turns out that Aeryn had to thank all those years of studying maps and learning how to maneuver properly, the unit she was working with had one of the best years they've ever had thanks to her tactical prowess. Of course, after a year she was sent back home, but as a changed woman.

What she saw didn't scar her, but she began to understand the importance of diplomacy. Many time some of the conflicts they would have encountered were negotiated with a temporary truce. And the troops needed someone who genuninly wants the war to stop. So, while she still continued her combat training, she began to learn the way of a diplomat.

At 22, so quiet recently actually, Aeryn was allowed to quit most of her studies as long as she would refresh every now and again, which allows her more free time. Of course, that free time can be overwhelmed by her duties as a princess, but she does have it. And she's thankful for it, but realizes it won't last.

Spoiler: Theme

 

[Chiryoshi]

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AELINA [/div] [div class=subtitle] The Southern Kingdom[/div] [div class=post]

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[/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]Relationships[/div] Older sister: M a r i a
Older brother: Rycherd
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[/div] [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]Personality[/div] g o o d n a t u r e She's kind to her people and always help out where she can. She treats everyone equally despite their differences in status.
c h e e r f u l This princess right here is rarely down or sad. Most people would see a smile on her face almost all the time.
a d a p t a b l e No matter where she goes, she is quick to adapt to her foreign surroundings.
o r d i n a r y She's just an average eighteen years old girl who is still discovering the world...well, she's average if you ignore the fact that she's a princess.
c l u m s y One of her downfall would be clumsiness. She was banned from the kitchen after her attempt to bake a cake, which ended up in a disaster. Holding a weapon cause more damage to herself than others.
t r o u b l e s o m e Other than being clumsy and ordinary, she's also a troublesome girl. From accidentally throwing a cake at a noble lady and escaping from her own parties to climbing the castle building. All in all, she's just too much trouble. [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab2 above this div! code by@sugarvine[/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsthree"] [div class=post] [div class=title]LIKES[/div] ☀ her f a m i l y

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☀ staying i n s i d e

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The ability to control/manipulate and create fire at will.
In extremely cold places, her power will weaken.
Unable to control big areas of fire for long.
Weak against water
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[/div] [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab4 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsfive"] [div class=post] [div class=title]HISTORY[/div] [div class=img]Aelina is the youngest daughter go the South Kingdom and unlike her other siblings...she dislike politics and refused to acknowledge it. She was mostly raised up by her older sister, Maria. Her parents were mostly focused on her older siblings, so she was neglected. She spends her time outside of the castle most of the time and she always, somehow, managed to avoid the social gathering, making herself unknown to the upper class. Although her parents did not pay any attention to her, her older siblings did. They were more like her parents than the real ones. Her close connection with her siblings caused her to care for them more. She is skilled in fighting but avoids all unnecessary fights and problems. She watched her siblings practice most of the time when she was young and she was also trained by an excellent master but she does not show her skills to others much so many assumed that she is just a spoiled princess who has unlimited freedom. [/div] [/div] [div class=subtitle]code by sugarvine[/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=navcolumn][div class="navbutton navbuttonone"]1[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttontwo"]2[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttonthree"]3[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttonfour"]4[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttonfive"]5[/div][/div] [/div] [/div]

 

[Elekta Kount]

If I've learned one thing, traveling all these years, it's that each and every one of us can make a difference;
but it is together that we can make change.
Name - Jasper
Age- 22
Role - Eldest Northern Prince
Powers-
Powers of the Ice- Jasper's spent a good chunk of his life mastering magic, including the mastery of ice magic. He can manipulate ice and snow, as well as the cold. He can manipulate the snow around him or create the ice out of thin air, though it takes some concentration. There's a variety of ways Jasper can use his ability, you just gotta wait and see...
Power of the Wind- Another power that Jasper's spent mastery, more out in the steppes then in the rooms of study, is the power of the winds. He can manipulate air, create whirlwinds that can lift objects and even levitate himself. It should also be noted that Jasper can...feel the wind, possibly giving him a heads up if trouble is coming.
Animal Whisperer- Jasper has developed a skill to talk to animals, learning from the people of the tundras.
Frost Resistance- Has a high tolerance for the cold, developed from traveling on the icy seas with the vikings.
Likes- Cold, Wind, Snow, Plains, Hills, Horses, Winter Critters, Reading, Books, Magic, Tea, Family, Friends, People, Music
Dislikes- Combat, Threats, Heat, Sand(In his shoes), Coffee, Ginger
Fears-
Death of Family and Friends
To see his lands consumed by flames
To see people consumed by ignorance
To see the world consumed by darkness
Weaknesses (Personality wise)-
Wanderer- It's almost impossible for Jasper to sit still, as his feet will ache to travel and his mind craves for new stuff to learn.
Boring- Not in general per say, but more along the lines of when he gets into one of those "lecturing" moods, he'll start spewing on, and on, and on, and on....
Oblivious- Sometimes Jasper has some trouble detecting people's feelings for him, or even feelings he has for others, especially the intimate kind, like love or anger.
Bending the Rules- "It's not technically breaking the rules, we're just bending them to their full extent."
Nosy- If he gets a hunch, you bet your butts that Jasper will definitely follow up on that hunch, no matter how much trouble it will land him in.
Persistent- Not one to give up easily, Jasper has a tendency of trying again, and again, and again...
Strengths (Personality wise)-
Scholar/Teacher- A life long learner, it's somthing that brings him joy. But byond just learning and researching, he enjoys it when people
Bureaucrat- Jasper doesn't mind doing paper work, fact is he has the mental fortitude to tackle even the tallest and dullest piles of paperwork.
Kind/Friendly- Doesn't matter to who he talks to, he'll always tr to present a smile and a friendly attitude...until things get serious.
Diplomat- Never one to want to initiate a fight, if one could avoid it, Jasper will try to talk things out, resorting to violence only when it is necessary.
Brother- To his family, and even to his friends, he tends to act as the big bro of the group, no matter the age. After all, if he's learned anything from traveling, it's that family can be more then blood.
Listener- Jasper won't hesitate to stop whatever he is doing to sit down and listen to what you have to say, no matter how dull, or how personel.
Man of the People- Unlike his younger brother, Jasper attain his charisma working with people. THere isn't a soul in the Northern Kingdom that has not been helped by Jasper or have friends that have been helped out by Jasper. Because of this, Jasper's a bit of a sage of the Northern Kingdom, as his tales and adventures continue to circulate to this day.
Courageous- Even if he does not condone violence, he won't stray away from doing what he must in order to protect those he loves, fact is he'll be the first to confront the situation head on.
Bio- Even as a child, Jasper had a great potential in magic, capable of generating snow flakes even before he was able to walk.
Growing up, Jasper was relatively sheltered in the capital of the Northern Kingdom, almost oblivious to the world outside of the city walls. Why would he? He had his family, his siblings to play with, and all the books he could ever dream of reading. Yes, Jasper was quite the book worm even as a kid, capable of spending hours in the castle library reading on and on about anything and everything he could get his hands on. Aside from the fun with his siblings and reading ungodly amounts of books(which subsequently took care of most of his education), Jasper started to hone his magical ability. Everybody thought that the magic he possessed always centered around ice and cold, just like his siblings.
But, Jasper’s magical potential extended beyond just ice, and it all developed, like most things in life, as an accident.
One particular year Jasper's father was called to meet with some Steppe tribal chiefs and decided to bring along Jasper to view the negotiations, perhaps learn a thing or two. Jasper was about 6 when he made the trip to the Steppe plains, which was relatively uneventful, considering that the two had to travel from the heartland of their kingdom all the way to the outskirts. Negotiations went smoothly too, it was the return trip that disaster hit.
No one could recall what happened that faithful day, Jasper himself was asleep, but when Jasper did eventually wake up, he found himself in the middle of no where, surrounded by rolling hills of the steppe plains.
Perhaps he would have died that day, but luckily a local steppe tribesmen found him, sobbing in fact, crying out for his family.
Said tribesmen was able to calm Jasper down enough to bring Jasper back to his tribe, on horseback in fact. It was there that they discovered that this particular child was none other then there king's child, who had somehow gotten left behind. Regardless of how, the tribes leader and tribal elder decided that he must be return to his rightful parents.
Thus Jasper's year long journey home began.
This journey brought him in contact with the various tribes and clans that made up the Northern Kingdom, who'd pass Jasper from there tribe to another in order for him to continue the journey. Such people he had only heard of, now he was meeting them in person. From where he was found, he traveled through the steppes, learning how to ride and mount a horse, how to draw a bow, and how to play the instruments of the steppe people. From the steppes, he traveled into the tundras, where he met the Kossack people, who taught him not only to stalk the prey of the forest, but also showed him how to talk to them, and of course the Kossack people taught how to dance their traditional dance. From the Tundra, Jasper traveled to the portsides of the Northern Kingdom, where he met the viking like people. These heart men and women showed Jasper how there boats worked, how to fish, even showed him how to hunt a whale, all the while teaching Jasper the song of their people.
All along the way Jasper meet people who treated him as if he was family, sharing their food, their beds, their fire, their warm embraces, their friendship...such things a man, nevermind a child, would never forget.
It took more then a year, much, much longer then the initial trip, but Jasper was finally home.
Jasper's family had presumed him dead, and almost thought him to be a ghost when he finally showed up, a year later. But nevertheless, when they were over their initial shock, they welcomed Jasper back with open arms...only this time, there was a additional set of rather small arms.
Jasper now had a younger brother.
Named Mykel
...
Life seemed to return to "normal", well, as "normal" as you could call it. Jasper went back to sticking with his siblings for half of the day while spending the other half sticking his nose in the books.
Gods, did he miss reading. Jasper must of spent nearly the entirity of the first week of his return in the libary. But...afterwards...
Books just didn't seem to be enough.
Indeed, something was differnt about Jasper's powers that just wasn't the same, while he retained many of the same powers of the ice, he exhibited powers that seemed...more windy. His snowflakes would occasionally shoot snowflakes with more force then usually, and along with a chilly atmosphere that was normal for his power, a breeze would also follow him about.
But more then anything, Jasper himself seemed to have changed.
Jasper started insisting that he venture into the city, out of the palace walls. He would spend more time roaming the streets of the city, in particular the bazaars and marketplaces as well as the port side. Wasn't a rarity that one of his siblings would catch him staring at the gates of the city or the distant horizons of the seas. Though Jasper continued his regular education, he seem to want to learn other things, like honing his skills on horseback or even archery. It was not surprise then that his tutors and educators would from time to time catch him daydreaming, staring off out the window and at the mountain tops surrounding the city, reminiscing about the time that times he had with all those people.
Indeed, somthing in Jasper now yearned to escape the confinements of the city and to go back to traveling through the wilderness of the Northern Kingdom.
And one day, Jasper decided to do just that.
It was a sudden move, but such feelings had been bottling up within Jasper for years, and it was somthing that Jasper needed to do.
At the age of 14, 7 years after his return, Jasper left home once again, and began his adventures within the Northern Kingdoms, this time determined to learn more.
Jasper traveled to the places his remebered, this time he came back and discovered the childhood wonder he remebered was no longer there.
Replaced by a sense of beauty and awe that made Jasper like, ney, love the lands he resided in.
But beauty wasn't the only thing he found, he also found war, war with the kingdom's neighbors, plaguing the lands that he had once traveled through.
So it began, as the days, weeks, months began to fly by.
Jasper would learn, learn further the ways of his people, learn more then any tutor or book could ever teach.
Everything from culture to skills, Jasper wanted to learn, but he also wanted to write, journaling about his experience wherever he went. The was in the plains that he discovered that the strange mutation to his powers were no freak accident; Jasper had unlocked his potential, his potential for wind magic, and spent time in the steppe plains honing it. Jasper learned how to hunt down game from the Kossacks, as well as learn communicate with the animals...not to mention how to hold down a strong drink. The vikings taught Jasper how to bear the cold weather, and how to push his ice powers to their limits.
War, was a reality that Jasper also had to grasp, not just from observation but also with participation. With the steppe people, they would gather in massive hordes, all warriors on horseback, descending upon like a whirlwind, raining arrows upon the invading forces, keeping them out of melee reach, before disappearing as fast as they came. With the Kossacks, Jasper learned how to stalk the enemy like prey, how to utilize his environment to his advantage, and how to call his allies of the tundras to his aide against the invaders. With the vikings, protectors of the Northern seas, they raided enemy supply ships and golded the enemy to follow them, using their mobility to out maneuver the enemy in the icy seas, watch as the enemies were smashed to part by icebergs or pulled down by the northern storms.
But, to think that Jasper did this all on his own would be more then silly.
If Jasper gained anything from his travels,
it was the sense of friendship
A sense of brotherhood.
His friends, one by one, reemerged as Jasper traveled, they themselves changed with time.
The emerged from their homes, their families, emerged to join Jasper on his journey.
With ever passing day, ever battle, ever further step they took together, Jasper and his friends would come to call each other brothers, not by virtue of blood, but by they're shared destiny.
With these battle brothers, Jasper achieved much, not just on the field of battle, but in other areas as well.
Jasper and his friends did all they could on their travels to help their people, weather it be hunting down a monster or bandits that has been attacking the local populace, mediating disputes between tribes and clans, or teaching the local kids how to read or write. Little and big things began to stack up among each other, and Jasper's reputation in his lands began to spread. Tales of his exploits also circulated, as Jasper began exploring regions once unbeknownst to even the native people of the lands, his greatest tale was discovering of an ancient relic deep within the caves of the tallest mountain in the entirety of the Northern Kingdom.
Though, as much as Jasper loved the open road, every year he'd return to his home at least once, always bearing gifts from the region he'd be traveling in and always with one or two more friends. He’s hair, once as snow white as his siblings, slowly began to turn bluer and bluer with every return. But, Jasper never stayed forever, often leaving within the same month he arrived, unless he was needed for somthing dire in the capitol. But afterwards, he would always be off to another region of the Northern Kingdom, often the region that called for the most attention.
So this continued, Jasper's reputation grew, but he knew better then anyone that this war had been taking a toll on it's people. Even as his people did their best to remain optimistic, Jasper could see right through them.
The people of the Northern Kingdom, no matter the tribe, never believed in burying their dead, prefering to send them to the heavens via cremations.
These days, no matter where you went, the winds were tainted with the smell of ash....
So when time came for peace, Jasper was the first to stand in agreement of the proposal, to the protesting sounds of even his battle brothers, even his own people.
But Jasper was not having any of it.
The people of the Northern Kingdom had done so much for Jasper and his family.
Now it was Jasper's turn to return the favor.

Spoiler: Winter Gear

Relationships:
Older Sister- Eira
Younger Sister- Odetta
Younger Brother- Mykel

Spoiler: Theme

Pet:

Spoiler: Biff

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[Flecker]

Name:

Theodore
Theo for short

Age:

18
Yet you couldn't shake the feeling of him being.. older.

Role:

Youngest son of the west

Powers:

"I call upon the light! Let thine strength flow through this sword!"

Lightning & Thunder
​

A late boomer at birth, he never showed any talents with water nor did he feel stronger when water is trickling down his cheeks. Later he discovered a mutated power of the rain, control of thunder and lightning.

Likes:
​

Simple foods (mostly rice and eggs), alcohol, consuming his physician's prescription, going to theatres and seeing cheap crappy shows, playing the flute(secretly), arranging flowers(secretly).

Dislikes:
​

War, battle, conflict, destruction, withdrawal of his alcohol or medicine, being asked about his age or marital status.

Fears:
​

Death, Riding horses, summit meeting of kingdom leaders made him nervous as well.

Personality:
​

He suffered an inferiority complex due to his ability not surfacing till he's in his late childhood and he tried his hardest to get his name on the same league as his older brother and sister or surpass his father. Theo also felt insecure and confused when asked about his personal life often giving false information when this happens. He hates conflict and would kill, lie and cheat just to minimize or remove any forms of conflict. The memories of the war basically made him cynical, lacking in many social skills and most of the time he'd spend his days staring blankly at the sky, at the horizon or just closing his eyes haunted by flashes of the past.

Weakness:
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- Sometimes he'd forget he's talking to you.
- Hard to get excited.
- Might seem cold at first meetings
- A man slightly obsessed with power and fame, he saw a lot of people as assets and components, he'd experiment his new techniques or powers using friends.
- Habitual liar.

Strengths:
​

- He'd seem relaxed most of the times and would maintain a cool head when things started to go south.
- Masterful and experienced about the war and the arts of war.
- Playful at times
- He'd really rely on those who impressed or shared his interest or assisted him in anyways, assuming them no longer as asset but as equal, putting their needs as important as his own.
- A quite skilled leader.

Bio:
​

Born in the western kingdom he found himself near the bottom in his familial hierarchy. He spent a great deal of time as a child in his mother's care, he never knew anyone other than the kingdom's staff or his family as he mostly kept to himself in his room. Theo harbors massive animosity against his father as he demanded for his power to appear and he can't deliver any. The combination of being too close with his mother, having no paternal figure to look up to and a childhood disease that rendered his reproductive organ and hormones slightly malfucntioned caused him to be confused about how he should act or behave. On the rare occassions of him leaving the castle he'd see boys his age playing sports, mock battles and run around, activities that are complete stranger to him as he was taught more on how to play the flute or arrange flowers.

Desperate for his father's recognition and knowing he won't be in line for the throne as long as his older siblings are around he decided to made his name elsewhere. When his powers materialize at 10 he focused on perfecting it until he reached 14 where he signed up for the army early and participated in the war of the four kingdoms. Bringing thunder and lightning was the right choice, his participation brought victories for the kingdom and soon the campaigns were successful enough that he was given command of his own platoon at the age of 16. Sure it was fun while it lasted, but he felt too much when he reached early 18 and decided to retire. His achievements and success might seemed great but they all cost him greatly, he returned a damaged man, he seemed soulless and traumatized.

He thought fighting and bringing glory to the kingdom would made him sure of what he's destined to be and all his past problems like with his father or with the confusion could disappear, but he wasn't prepared for the real thing. Now he's haunted by the past, if there's fame or glory that he got from the war, they all now tasted like nothing.

Appearance:

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

MARIA

24. Southern Princess. Explosion.

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❝ Actions speak louder than words. Though sometimes, words are the right way to take action.❝

- Maria is a born leader. She is very intelligent and able to grasp situations very fast. While being skilled in both, tactics and battle, she also has great understandance for politics. Maria knows how to read people and she uses it to her advantage. However, growing up the oldest of her family and yet being a girl, Maria always felt a strong urge to prove herself. Failure being her biggest fear, she can oftenly lose her cool when the situation gets out of hand. Maria is a person that can only feel comfortable in a situation she has full understandance and a grasp of, meaning those situations where she is powerless or that are not fully clear, discomfort her. THat goes to a point, where her rational thinking is interrupted by the discomfort she feels.

pos. disciplined, polite, intelligent, patient, studious, reliable, loyal.
neg. stubborn, irrational when out of her comfort zone, manipulative.

- likes // sweets, tea, training, reading, drawing.
- dislikes // snow, the cold, confusing situations.
- fears // failure, losing a part of her family

explosion​

- grants her full resistance to heat, but her tolerance towards cold is way lower than usual
- ability to launch small flares from the tip of her lance, that explode on command
- Can produce multiple flares
- flares either fly straight forward or hover in the air
- the explosions have high potential of harming allies, if not used correctly

- history
TBD

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[class=containerMain]width:100%;max-width:700px;min-width:300px;margin:auto;display:flex;flex-wrap:wrap[/class] [class=flexContainer]width:200px;height:375px;background:#fff;color:#555;flex-grow:10;margin-left:5px;overflow:hidden;padding:20px;margin-top:-20px[/class] [class=flexScroll]width:calc(100% + 17px);height:375px;overflow:auto;padding-right:100px;margin-top:25px;text-align:justify[/class] [class=imageRow]display:flex;flex-wrap:wrap[/class] [class=quoteContainer]Padding:5px;background:#f5f5f5;font-size:11px;margin-top:5px;text-align:center[/class] [class=nameHeader]font-size:35px;color:black;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;[/class] [class=detailHeader]text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px[/class] [class=textContainer]padding:25px;border:1px dashed #e5e5e5;font-size:11px;margin-top:15px;[/class] [class=blackWhite]width:100px;flex-grow:1;border:5px solid white;height:250px;overflow:hidden;text-align:center;transition:filter 2s;filter:grayscale(100%);background-size:cover[/class] [class name=blackWhite state=hover]filter:grayscale(0%)[/class] [class=largeImage] width:150px;height:400px;background: url(https://static.zerochan.net/Yamato.no.Kami.Yasusada.full.2042912.jpg);background-position: center center;background-size:500px;flex-grow:1;border:5px solid white;box-shadow:1px 1px #e5e5e5[/class] [div class=containerMain] [div class=largeImage][/div] [div class=flexContainer] [div class=flexScroll] [div class=imageRow] [div class=blackWhite style=background:url(https://images2.imgbox.com/36/a0/kyVBnY2Q_o.jpeg)][/div] [div class=blackWhite style=background:url(https://images2.imgbox.com/05/41/093VAXfr_o.jpeg)][/div] [div class=blackWhite style=background:url(https://images2.imgbox.com/80/58/Vf65H8U9_o.jpeg][/div] [/div] [div class=quoteContainer] I trust people to act according to their nature. Anything more is sentimentality. [/div] [div class=nameHeader]Prince Tobias[/div] [div class=detailHeader]twenty. younger prince/eastern. growth acceleration/biological perception.[/div] [div class=textContainer] - wip, just gonna write out some personality traits for now.

pos. disciplined, polite, meticulous, patient, studious, reliable, loyal.
neg. stubborn, hidebound, vindictive, pedantic, paranoid, irritable, secretive.

- devoted more to his country than the people in it.
- doesn't trust others to take up the burden, & wants to watch over everything himself.
- big cranky overprotective mother hen
- follows all the rules, but will very rarely bend them a bit.
- bit of a snob tbh.
[/div] [div class=textContainer] - likes // sweets, tea, new clothes, reading, drawing.
- dislikes // rain, the cold, crowds, politics, arguements.
- fears // being powerless, heights.
[/div] [div class=textContainer] - growth acceleration
- works best on plants.
- basically encourages organism to grow faster, a few years of growth in a few seconds.
- but what he grows decays faster as well.
- and he can't affect how they're growing precisely
- but he has enough precision to affect only a single cell's growth.
- biological perception extends actively 10m around him, passively not at all
- senses how organisms - especially plants work.
- can act as a way to perceive the position of others.
[/div] [div class=textContainer] He gritted his teeth as he, once again, landed backside-first onto the ground. They were only learning to fight with swords, he didn’t even think it would be possible to trip him over.

The training master stared down at him impassively.

“Do you wish to stop for today, your highness?”

He could almost hear the condescension in his voice. Tobias knew he was slow at learning this. Hated himself for the fact.

“No.” He said, throat dry from dehydration. “I will be fine continuing.”

“Of course.”

They began again, his stance still somewhat wobbly. He hated this.

But he had to learn, didn’t he?

It wasn’t that his parents forced him to – as the younger prince, the ability to fight was desired, but not necessary. He had mastered other talents, but he couldn’t quite grasp the details of sword fighting. The weapon was cold and heavy and graceless, and the young prince hated every moment he held it.

It was still necessary, however.

They needed a prince who fought, he knew, despite their comforting words and gentle recommendations that he pursued another area of study. They needed whatever talent he could bring to the table, and many more that he couldn’t.

That was the thought that kept him going, even as he failed again and again.

Oh, it wasn’t pleasant, of course. It wasn’t the burning fire of determination or rage. Just the horror of disappointing his parents, his kingdom.

The image of a strong prince was all they needed. How could he say no?

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pos. courteous, careful, eloquent, generous,
neg. deceptive, fickle, self-indulgent, untrustworth

- firmly unable ot believe she is inferior in anything she's even slightly good at
- but is pretty good at acting so doesn't show it
- likes leaving cryptic remarks
- 100% perfect fashion sense yup totally
- makes the best cookies. shame they're poisoned.
- your friendly neighbourhood master plotter [/div] [div class=textContainer]- likes // silver, new clothes, flowers, pastries, silk, company, chess
- dislikes // going outside, ignorance, violence.
- fears // being left alone
[/div] [div class=textContainer]- born with no power
- she doesn't even care
- like she needs one [/div] [div class=textContainer] “In this world, daughter, you are all alone.

She watched, as her mother took an elegant sip of her tea, sighed, and placed the cup back onto the table. She followed suit, with just a tad less elegance. Disapproval flickered through her mother's eyes for a moment, but soon faded. This was not the time to chide Annette on her slight loss of posture.

“Friends will leave you, allies can be bribed. I know better than to hope you will never go against me.”

"Yes, mother."

Neither of them were particularly bothered by the casual remark on treachery. Both of them knew better to take those personally.

The youngest daughter of the marchioness had been sickly from birth, and while she was the most beloved of her mother, the one that showed most promise, she commanded less raw power than her sisters. Her wits and appearance were all she had.

But they would be enough.

She would be away from her mother's protection from now on, instead serving in the courts. She knew her father was concerned.

She thought it was a fine time to stretch her wings.

“Your sisters have already married. Wonderful matches, I'm sure.”

“Yes, mother.”

She knew for fact that her mother was not fond of either son in law. They were her father's choice, and mother had not argued, for she did not place much hope in her frivolous sisters.

But she would be different. She would be the daughter mother wanted to pass on their legacy. She couldn't call the winds or swing a sword, but she didn't have any less power because of it.

“But the line of Diveras are so much more than just trophies. We rule.”

She leaned forward, slamming her hand on the table hard enough to rattle the china cups. The daughter had seen that expression on her face before, and she knew it was why many were afraid of her mother.

“If you can't win by playing, cheat.”

“Yes, mother.”

She couldn't see, but she knew she had the same expression as her mother.

They smiled.[/div] [div class=nameHeader style=margin-top:25px]RELATIONSHIPS[/div] [div class=detailHeader]truth is a lie grown old and beloved[/div] [class=hoverImage]height:560px;transition:1s 1s;font-size:10px;text-align:justify[/class] [class name=hoverImage state=hover]margin-top:-280px;[/class] [class=relationshipContainer]display:flex;flex-wrap:wrap;margin-top:20px[/class] [class=hoverContainer]width:100px;flex-grow:1;border:5px solid white;height:280px;overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=titleRelationship]text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;font-weight:bold;border-bottom:1px solid #555;color:#EBA2AC;margin-top:10px[/class] [class=detailRelationship]text-align:center;text-transform: lowercase;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px[/class] [class=relationshipText]height:210px;overflow:auto;width:calc(100% + 10px);padding-right:100px;margin-top:10px;[/class] [div class=relationshipContainer][div class=hoverContainer][div class=hoverImage] [div class=blackWhite style=background:url(https://images2.imgbox.com/fa/5d/7qWFwhi4_o.jpg);width:100%;background-size:120%;height:280px!important;border:0px solid white!important][/div] [div class=titleRelationship]LADY EDITH[/div] [div class=detailRelationship]older sister[/div] [div class=relationshipText]The title of Marchioness would most likely pass on to Lady Edith, much to Annette's displeasure, for she doesn't think her frivolous sister quite deserves the position. Her and her husband rarely visit, and are mostly forgotten by Annette and her mother, but the relationship between the two of them is icy at best, with neither of them particularly liking each other, even counting the bond of blood. Her wiles are used more on gossip than plotting, for one, and she is far too inelegant, for another. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=hoverContainer][div class=hoverImage] [div class=blackWhite style=background:url(https://images2.imgbox.com/a2/69/wYU1ptlp_o.jpg);width:100%;height:280px!important;border:0px solid white!important][/div] [div class=titleRelationship]DUCHESS Daphne[/div] [div class=detailRelationship]oldest sister[/div] [div class=relationshipText]Daphne married well, as her mother had always said, with just a touch of derision. Polite, passive, quiet, not smart enough to cause trouble, Daphne is the perfect trophy wife and far from Mother's - and Annette's - ideal heir. Fortunately, with her marrying into a higher class, it is her second sister that would pass the title onto her husband - not a much better choice.

The relationship between Daphne and Annette is civil enough, but even Daphne can detect the condescension Annette feels towards her, although she is too meek to feel resentful of the fact. Or so Annette believes. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=hoverContainer][div class=hoverImage] [div class=blackWhite style=background:url(https://images2.imgbox.com/f7/7c/W1yPY0aQ_o.jpg);width:100%;background-size:100%;height:280px!important;border:0px solid white!important][/div] [div class=titleRelationship]Marchioness Rosa[/div] [div class=detailRelationship]mother[/div] [div class=relationshipText]The Marchioness of House Diveras is one of the few people Annette truly likes. Clever, manipulative, and very, very deceptive, she's done a good job of passing those traits to her daughters. Even though she no longer has to act with her mother's approval, she still finds time to consult her mother occasionally. While the two are friends, both of them know better than to fully trust the other. None of them take any offense at this, of course.

The two of them share a fondness of trading cryptic remarks over a game of chess. [/div][/div][/div] [/div] [/div][/div][/div]

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  NORTH

  ❝now cracks a noble heart. goodnight, sweet prince and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.❞

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  MYKEL

  STRENGTH

  /*strength*/

  DEFENSE

  /*defense*/

  MAGIC

  /*magic*/

  RESISTANCE

  /*resistance*/

  AGILITY

  /*agility*/

  DEXTERITY

  /*dexterity*/

  LUCK

  /*luck*/

  AGE : Eighteen
  
  ROLE : Youngest Prince
  
  GENDER : Male
  
  KINGDOM : Kingdom of the North
  
  RELATIONSHIPS : Eira【Older Sister】
  Jasper【Older Brother】
  Odette【Fraternal Twin Sister】

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  BIOGRAPHY

  ❝words, words, words.❞

  For what purpose one is born? Such an enigma shaped the youngest twin of the family of the Kingdom of the North. Much too distracted with his studies, much too impetuous and heedless and much too hazardous of a power to wield, it was clear from the very beginning that Mykel never felt adequate in his role as a prince. He would eventually come to stabilize his control of his powers and adjust his burdensome personality, so to speak, by maturing over the years, but not without sacrificing much of what he once thought as his own.
  
  Showing a precocious, even if raw, prowess for the arts of combat and riding, Mykel would come to put all his passion and effort into perfecting his craft in different kinds of weaponry, close quarters and long range combat, and so forth. It was not enough to become a master archer, his desire was to become worthy of being at his estranged but idolized brother’s side as his “sword” to wield and thus, his kingdom’s. When Jasper decided to make his own path, leaving him and his sisters to pursue it, his return would sever whatever was left of his aspiration to become his “sword”. In Mykel’s case, as he became more and more close to his dream of the perfect warrior, so did his frustration as to never being “enough” to remotely rival Jasper, now a wise and powerful prince on his own. Privileged as his birth was, it would be very likely for him to not be recognized by his feats and worth in its favor, as well as never finding a style that fit his expectations and his powers.
  
  It was during this time that he would come to know a man claimed to hail from the western seas, an older viking warrior by the name of Lazar. Brought to the heart of the kingdom on a pilgrimage of sorts, or so he called it, he would come to take interest in the aspirations and talent of the youngest prince, leading up for him to become his mentor and teacher. Taught the ways of the vikings, the day would come for him to paint the markings he as to this day across his eye, arms and legs, as a ritual of his coming-of-age. “Blóðstjarna”, the blood star, would from there on become associated with the fearsome prince of the north, earning his right as his brothering’s side as tensions between the kingdoms rose. His maiden battle would be a gruesome and terrifying memory for vivid, the horrors of war forever scarring him to become something akin to a fatalistic death-seeker in the battlefield. Such a change in his character would also be perpetuated by the knowledge of his mentor Lazar’s reason for exiling himself from his people, stricken with a disease that would slowly eat him alive, to whom Mykel would swear an oath to assure he would ascend to the heavens a warrior and to become his mark upon this world. Realizing his feelings for a long term friend and the youngest princess of the West, Mira, had a lasting effect on him as well. Unable to break her heart to save her from a tragedy of forbidden love, he could only watch as the day would come for them to be arranged into matrimony with two other people entirely.
  
  He had found his answer at last. To protect, to smile, to love, to live for those who are your own, even if to sacrifice yourself was one's greatest purpose.

  ❝but break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.❞

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  STRENGTHS

  Mykel is someone who carries a strong aura of nobility in character and attitude, with a presence that more often than not is bound to turn the heads of others the moment he enters the room, brimming with dominance and confidence. He has no shortness of it, being a self-assertive and proud young man, well-aware of his capabilities as prince and a warrior of the Kingdom of the North, ever without coming across as arrogance or lacking in humility when facing one he recognizes one superior than him. He appears as someone who is filled of energy and does not back down easily, brandishing a smile that can just as dazzle as it can bring fear into the hearts of others. Daring and quick-witted, he is a warrior of renowned strength in character, mind and body, willing to learn more and more, with an infinite curiosity. He is not shy to act upon his loving and affectionate nature towards those he loves and cherishes, be it with physical touches or through his actions in their favour. Strongly opinionated and independent, while he may not be as diplomatic and knowledgeable as his siblings, he is inherently smart in a pragmatic and military sense.

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  WEAKNESSES

  Driven by his instincts and quick to act upon experience and practice rather than theory, the youngest prince of the Kingdom of the North is one bound by his impulsive nature. Mykel is violent and aggressive, be it with his words or his weapons, which may just as much as intimidate someone as provoke them. His personality overall is no stranger to the possibility of coming across as overbearing, so intense that it can drive one away without the intent. But being as mistrustful as he is towards those not within his circle of loved ones and allies, it is not always easy to tell. He may come across as the picture-perfect of a royal prince but, as those who know him better have come to know, he can be quite manipulative and deceiving that way to achieve his goals and reject any gesture he perceives as not beneficial to him and his own. It is particularly striking how distant and detached he appears before the opposite gender, with solely a handful of exceptions, being secretly timid and insecure around them. Cynical and sceptical, it is not a stretch to call him a pessimist, perhaps even a nihilistic that indulges in his generous share of hedonism while he can. Stubborn to a fault, it is nearly impossible to influence or change his view on something just as much as it is for him to be sensible towards one’s feelings.
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  ELEMENT

  Ice

  ❝this above all: to thine own self be true.❞

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  POWERS

  ❝a little more than kin, a little less than kind.❞

  Sharing a symbiotic bond with his element, this ability allows Mykel to mimicry it into diverse abilities such as cryokinetic immunity, semi-cryo-regeneration, cryo-invisibility, cryokinetic replication, cryo-phasing, cryokinetic flight, ice negation, cold empowerment, cryo-healing, ice aura and cryoportation, all limited to a certain extent.
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  LIKES

  Animals
  Duels
  Learning
  Journeys
  Spices
  Outdoors
  Sparring
  Myths and Legends
  Festivals
  Strong Individuals

  

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  DISLIKES

  Being Stuck Indoors
  Formal and Social Gatherings
  Gossip and Rumors
  Disrespect for Costum and Tradition
  Leadership
  Being Looked Down Upon
  Injustice
  Cowards
  Frigid Attitude
  Idealistic Pacifism

  

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  FEARS

  Drowning
  Fall of the Kingdom of the North
  Abandonment
  Disappointing Someone
  Failing to Protect Eira, Odette and Mina

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Spoiler: EXAMPLE OF A COMMON ATTIRE

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AELINA [/div] [div class=subtitle] The Southern Kingdom[/div] [div class=post]

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Older brother:
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[/div] [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]Personality[/div] g o o d n a t u r e She's kind to her people and always help out where she can. She treats everyone equally despite their differences in status.
c h e e r f u l This princess right here is rarely down or sad. Most people would see a smile on her face almost all the time.
a d a p t a b l e No matter where she goes, she is quick to adapt to her foreign surroundings.
o r d i n a r y She's just an average eighteen years old girl who is still discovering the world...well, she's average if you ignore the fact that she's a princess.
c l u m s y One of her downfall would be clumsiness. She was banned from the kitchen after her attempt to bake a cake, which ended up in a disaster. Holding a weapon cause more damage to herself than others.
t r o u b l e s o m e Other than being clumsy and ordinary, she's also a troublesome girl. From accidentally throwing a cake at a noble lady and escaping from her own parties to climbing the castle building. All in all, she's just too much trouble. [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab2 above this div! code by@sugarvine[/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsthree"] [div class=post] [div class=title]LIKES[/div] ☀ her f a m i l y

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The ability to control/manipulate and create fire at will.
In cold places, her power will weaken drastically.
Unable to control big areas of fire for long.
Weak against water
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[Reiia silver]

Name - Riko Tamblin
Age- 22
Role - Knight of the kingdom of the East
Powers - doesn't really have any
Likes-climbing trees | plants | loyalty |goofing off
Dislikes- being serious | fish | deserters |
Fears- failing and something happening to the kingdom he was born in
Weaknesses (Personalty wise)- obnoxious | a drunk | womanizing tendencies
Strengths (Personalty wise)- good swordsman | loyal | brave
Bio - (a work in progress)
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[Ineptitude]

Myrrh

"You! Get back here!"

Name: Mirielda "Myrrh" Jezebel
Age: Twenty-five
Role: Head Chef of the East Kingdom

Powers:
Flora Aura - Myrrh is capable of emitting a soft, emerald green aura that causes the surrounding flora to grow at an enhanced speed. This, more often than not, results in flowers and grasses growing from the ground with every step she takes, along with other such incidents whenever she fails to keep her powers in check.

Likes:
+ Cooking (There is nothing more rewarding than seeing the satisfied faces of those who've eaten her cooking. Then again, the disgusted ones they make when they eat her experimental cooking are pretty hilarious too.)
+ Freedom (Being able to choose freely for yourself, it's exhilarating when you think about it.)
+ Sleeping (Second only to cooking, she enjoys having a long and undisturbed night of rest.)

Dislikes:
- Poison (The mere idea of someone even thinking of putting poison into food disgusts her.)
- Wastefulness (Food is meant to be eaten and enjoyed, not thrown away like it's not even worth your time.)
- Discrimination (We are all human, regardless of what powers we have or what kingdom we come from, there is no changing that fact.)

Fears:
- Failure (No, not failing itself, rather, what would happen should she fail. She'll stare her own weaknesses straight in the eye for as long as she has to, just so she doesn't fail again.)

Personality:
Myrrh is an energetic and optimistic woman who has the constant drive to improve her cooking, mostly due to her strong relationship and rivalry with her father. She is confident in her skills and always seeks to satisfy her clientele to prove her abilities and test the limits of her cooking. Because of this, Myrrh constantly finds herself in very difficult situations which would break the spirits of most chefs, cooking for such high-ranking individuals daily being one of them. However, she remains positive and cool under pressure, never backing down from a challenge and is always constantly thinking and evolving her cooking. Myrrh is also flexible and innovative, able to break away from ordinary procedures to cook dishes, thus allowing her to make her own solutions when she needs to find an edge. As such, she can create some of the most unorthodox, but also incredibly delicious dishes the royal family has never seen.

+ Flexible and Innovative
+ Tenacious and Hard-working
+ Optimistic and Energetic

- Reckless and Impulsive
- Harsh and Blunt
- Willful and Headstrong

Bio:
Myrrh was born to Bartholomew and Adelaide Jezebel, a chef and a tailor respectively for the royal family. It was at the age of three that Myrrh starting helping out at the castle's kitchen. For as long as she could remember, Myrrh had been interested in her father's dishes and it was that interest itself that motivated her to become a great chef like her father, much to her mother's eternal lament. As soon as she was old enough to hold a knife in hand, she began to create her own dishes and made others, specifically her father's colleagues, into her guinea pigs for testing them, though most cried at the taste. Starting at the age of eight, Myrrh had begun challenging her father to cooking duels which, in the end, resulted in a long, long losing streak before her father eventually retired from his position as head chef. In doing so, however, he had passed it onto his one and only daughter. Despite her numerous defeats, Myrrh continued to further her skills in hopes of one day surpassing her father's skills.​

 

[That Poppy]

Name. Odette of the north
Age. 18
Role. Youngest Princess
Powers. Snow Manipulation: User can create, shape and manipulate snow, precipitation in the form of flakes of crystalline water ice. Because snow is composed of small ice particles, it is a granular material with an open and therefore soft structure, unless subjected to external pressure. Snowflakes come in a variety of sizes and shapes, with types that fall in the form of a ball due to melting and refreezing, rather than a flake, are known as hail, ice pellets or snow grains.
Likes. Cheap food (nothing fancy); Dancing; Painting (not what you think -.-); mice; Spicy food.
Dislikes. Her long hair; Her baby face; Not being taken seriously; Humid days; Gowns; Large jewels; Fancy meals; Dogs; Sweets; Cake.
Fears. Dogs; Dark; Heights; Fire; being alone; future.
Personality. often characterized by her loud, outspoken attitude noticeable even from a distance that one would think they own a parrot; her voice is known for driving dogs mad. She is shown to be very expressive in her speech; often imitating the sounds of things when she does not know what to call it, and shouting loudly when she is upset.
Weaknesses.
-has no charm
-can't seduce anyone
-Has a very loud voice
-has a weak and kind heart
Strengths.
-loyal
-Forgiving
-Strong
Biography. wip

 

[Grammatic]

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Name - Rycherd
Age- 24
Role - Eldest Prince, Southern Kingdom
Powers - Flames, Stealth
Likes- Books, Sword Fighting, Ale.
Dislikes- Fire, Social Events, being entirely sober.
Fears- Connecting with people, fire, sleeping.

Weaknesses (Personality wise)- Rycherd is a withdrawn individual, rarely making any moves to speak with others, or get to know people. He will generally be off-putting and rude to anyone he meets and doesn'
like, and will not go out of his way to apologize. He will not trust others, and will rarely confide in others, preferring to do everything himself, even if he can't. If in a situation he is uncomfortable with, he will simply vanish from the scene.

Strengths (Personality wise)- Rycherd had a good mind for military tactics, creating solutions and fail-safes long before anything actually could go wrong. He is confident in his own abilities since he doesn't trust or confide in others, and will charge ahead without hesitation if he feels it is right.

Bio - The twin eldest child of the Kindom of the South, Rycherd grew up in a safe environment. Given the best tutors within the Kingdom and combat training from several weapon masters, Rycherd was the embodiment of a perfect prince. That began to change though as he grew older. His parent' evident preference for his sister and his own darker mentality led to Rycherd losing standing within the realm. He focused all his time and effort into training and learning, trying to be the heir his parents wanted, though to little avail.

The death of his parents though changed things. Knowing the kingdom needed stability more than anything at this time, Rycherd put aside his personal grudges and chose to work with his twin. His military mind combined with her political know how made them a dangerous combination in the power vacuum they followed their father' death. He has since settled into his place in the word, though still holds a grudge against his twin, though in the more regular sibling sense now.

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[xXSunnyXx]

Name - Espen woods

Age- 26

Role - Eldest Princess of the eastern kingdom

Powers - Growing/plant manipulation- she can grow and revive any plant and can bend plants to her will

Likes- flowers, warm weather, climbing tree's, animals, sunshine, exploreing, challenging herself

Dislikes- cold weather, dead plants and animals

Fears- accidentally driving her kingdom into anarchy, accidentally driving a species extinct

Weaknesses (Personalty wise)- she can be very sypathetic which can be a liability, she is also kind of impulsive when she is angry or upset and may unintentionally lash out at someone, she is also quite stubborn.

Strengths (Personalty wise)- she is wise, mature, shy, generous, polite, passionate about topics she is interested in, apologetic, and eloquent, and is brave, she is very protective of her younger siblings, she also has a knack for adventure and is a natural leader, though she knows she has to sometimes let others lead the way

Bio - she has grown up in the palace and had a generally normal childhood and eventually will be takeing up the eastern kingdom throne. she has a knack for adventure and loves to explore though many would pass her off as weak, she can very well fend for herself, though she is willing to let others lead but she knows when to take up resposibility and be a leader.

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[Wasted Ink]

Name: Alexander Caelburn, although his knights address him as 'Commander'. Friends call him 'Xander', which he honestly prefers.
Age: Twenty-Eight, and still kickin'.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Knight Commander of the Southern Kingdom. In addition, Xander is pledged as the Southern Royal Family's personal protector, as elected by the late King, many years ago.

Height: 6'4". Very tall, but try not to be intimidated. He tries not to bite.
Weight: 205lbs. It's a surprise that he isn't built like a mountain bear.
Physique: Broad-shouldered, muscular, but with a leanness that testifies to his agility.

Powers: Unlike most 'magical' beings within the Southern Kingdom, Xander lacks the natural ability to manipulate the raw element of fire...which suits him just fine! However, that doesn't mean that his body wasn't blessed with any arcane mojo. He cannot manipulate flames, but heat smolders within his very core - a raging fire within that refuses to be snuffed out. This comes with the side-effect of making Xander immune to heat and fire of any kind, while also keeping his own body temperature at an unnatural, comfortably high level. If he wanted to, he could increase the temperature to sunfire-level heights, allowing him to melt through almost anything.

Personality: It's hard to confine Xander Caelburn into a singular 'box', and that's because he is simply too unpredictable to accurately do so. A veteran to many battles, and a hero to many people, this 'old' knight has a bloody and excitement-filled past that would leave most men a shell of their former selves. But, when one gets to know Xander, a 'shell' is the last thing they would use to describe him. Laidback, charming, self-assured and self-confident, and with a graceful and casual sense of being and ease that makes it hard to tell if he's attempting to either seduce or intimidate you....it's honestly hard to put a finger on what the rougeish Knight Commander is thinking half of the time. But, when times get tough, there is no one you'd want on your side more than this man.

Despite his high rank, he has never forgotten what he was in the past - an orphaned street rat begging for bread - and this humility is part of what has made him such a loved leader for his troops. However, let it be known that a sharp tongue lies within his mouth, accompanied by a dry and sharp wit that can easily leave men and women gasping in laughter, just as it can easily leave them frothing in shame and anger. Fortunately, the Gods have seen fit to bless - or curse - him with a naturally kind and courageous heart, so the barbed and toxic insults and dressing-downs are left to those deserving of 'em. With that being said, there are many sides to Xander Caelburn - the goods, and the bads, and the ones inbetween. He generally tries to keep out of the personal business of the Royal Families, but he does have a bit of an inquisitive streak...so be warned.

Likes:

• Fighting. Actually, that's a bit vague...he enjoys challenging himself, which has gotten harder over the years, as he grew in skill and experience.
• Peace. A contradiction to the above, but it is, in fact, true. As much as he loves challenges, he loves peace even more. The shade of a large tree, the warm breeze tickling his hair, and perhaps a book...maybe even some...
• Food! The love of his life. He cannot cook to save the Four Kingdoms, but he damn sure enjoys eating. Meat, vegetables, fruit, sweets...he especially enjoys sweets! Ahem...but yes, food is nice.

Dislikes:

• Sticks in the mud. Xander can be rather serious at times, himself, but he definitely knows how to relax. Those who are all work and no play aren't the best conversationalists, and he enjoys the challenge of making them release the tension.
• Unneeded death. Call him naive, but Xander has killed many people, and has seen many people killed. If death is not necessary for the survival of someone else, then there is no reason to kill. Plain and simple. When necessary, though...
• Nightmares...plain and simple. He gets them every so often, and they are never fun. Faces of those he ruthlessly slain in battle, faces of those he helplessly watched die...it all blends into a montage of his worst moments.

Relationships:

• Mother - Deceased.
• Father - Deceased.
• Others to be added later.

Gwynneth, or Gwynn for short - his bonded, beloved companion of the avian variety. It screeches out little fireballs, be warned.​

 

[Vacuum]

Basket
26 - Royal Fool
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Bio: A bloody brilliant fool. Of course a fool's origins must be laid bare for the prying eyes of the public. Let's leave a twinge of mystery in there though, wouldn't want to strip the poor fool naked with his shameful past swinging about for all to see. Basket was found at a young age by the king of the West while he was a performer in a travelling group of entertainers. At that time Mina, the youngest princess of the West was horribly fearful and shy. By what mayhaps was a stroke of luck, the night his group performed for the a banquet being held, Basket fit well with the young princess's idea of comedy at the time. As it was the first time the princess came so far out of her shell, the king was so moved as to make Basket a royal fool in the young princess's charge. Basket's life was forever chaged, his public station leagues higher than it once was. Now having been around the princess for 11 years, in which he grew to a staggering 5'7", Basket has become quite familiar with the royals of the West and the politics affecting the world at large. He is typically dressed in black fool's motley with a black coxcomb atop his head, bells and all. Carries around a small rod with a puppet on the end named Sammy.
Likes: Poking Fun, Jokes (Practical or Otherwise), Seeing those deserving get thier due, Good Food, Riding the Line, Challenges, Dancing, Singing, Fooling.
Dislikes: General Unfairness, Pain or Death when aimed at him, His Coxcomb being taken.
Fears: Losing his Position as Royal Fool, Mina being hurt or killed, Getting Horribly Lost.
Weaknesses: Doesn't always know when to stop, Frustratable, Does not forgive easily.
Strengths: Quick Witted, Smart, Brilliant Liar, Jovial, Empathetic.

Spoiler: Theme

 

[doneanddusted]

ERIN

Role

Youngest Prince of the South

Age

16

Gender

Male

Powers

He can create fire from his body (CREATE NOT MANIPULATE) and manipulate heat within a certain radius around him... that's about it. He's resistant to fire, of course, and much more prone to the cold... His fire powers don't work underwater and are weaker in the snow, but his heat powers work just fine in either area.

Relationships

Older Brother: Rycherd
Oldest Sister: Maria
Older Sister: Aelina

Appearance

Eye Colour
Red

Hair Colour
Black

Body Type
Mesomorph

Tattoos
None

Piercings
Pierced ears

Personality

Likes
Food (duh), being alone, success and power, (winning) games, being outside

Dislikes
Being looked down on, large crowds, being treated like a baby, kids (he can tolerate them though)

Fears
Failure, irrelevance

A rather fire-y individual, one could say. He's got a short temper and often pretty moody. It's like he's going through some medieval emo phase. He's still looking for an identity. He feels the intense pressure to prove himself as good as the others, if not better, while still being unique and not another Southern prince. He wants validation yet no amount of praise can satisfy him. Indeed, he'll never be enough in his own eyes. While he remains generally aloof and rather snappy, he's actually pretty patient when he's in a good mood. In fact, a lot of things about him seem to depend on how he feels....

Biography

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Bio Code By: Honeybees

 

[Vance_Meridian]

Name - Vance

Age- 24

Role – Eldest son of the west

Powers - Healing. Through a combination of healing magic and water manipulation, Vance is able to surround someone in a constantly moving sphere of water which, as those who've experienced it put it, gives a calming sensation and a feeling of peace similar to deep meditation, as well as assisting in healing physical wounds. It has been used both before a battle to calm the mind and wash away fear, as well as after the battle to recover from wounds to become mentally re-centered. People often said that when they were near him, they felt calmer and their minds were clear. As far as physical combat he is most proficient with a rapier and spear.

Likes- Food (if he's in the kingdom of the east especially), helping others, rainy days, spending time in the castle gardens.

Dislikes- The official duties of his role as the king's eldest son, snow and extreme heat.

Fears- War between the kingdoms, and harm coming to his friends and family.

Weaknesses (Personalty wise)- Overthinking situations and possible outcomes. Worry that he can't help everyone who needs it.

Strengths (Personalty wise)- Smart, friendly, and always kind to those in his kingdom.

Bio – Being the oldest of the king's sons, Vance had to lead by example which he didn't care to do. He hated the politics and diplomacy that he was forced to learn, but he did it grudgingly for the sake of his family, and the kingdom. He had traveled to the other kingdoms as an ambassador for the kingdom of the west and it was seen as an act of great honor that the king would send his eldest son instead of a hired attendant. This would mostly make up for the lack of skill (or desire) that Vance had in the arts of diplomacy, often getting nervous about agreements that would have an effect on both, if not all, of the kingdoms. It was a lot of responsibility, but he did his duty with pride. He mostly enjoyed his trips to other kingdoms for the sake of travel itself, being able to go outside the castle walls, as well as the people who he met both in the kingdoms and along the way. He always loved traveling to the southern kingdom. It was the princess of the kingdom, Maria, that had always caught his eye whenever he would visit, though it was always on official business so he could never speak to her privately. He always gave her a smile that lasted longer than his usual one when he looked at her.

He both dreaded and enjoyed the visits the eastern kingdom. The trek was the longest from his castle, which meant more danger and overnight camping but once he got there it he would claim that the food was the best he'd ever tasted, and that alone was worth the trip.
Relationships:
Younger brother- Theo
Younger sister- Aeryn
Younger sister- Mina


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[div class=subheader] MALE × TWENTY-FIVE × EAST × CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD [/div] [/div] [div class=basicswrap] [div class=basicsL] [div class=tag] xstrengthsx [/div] [div class=undertag] moral inclinations tend to border more on the good [/div] [div class=undertag] good at looking after others [/div] [div class=undertag] possesses an aura of authority [/div] [div class=undertag] level-headed and clever [/div]
[div class=tag] xweaknessesx [/div] [div class=undertag] tends to get easily irritated when it rains though he tries his best not to show it [/div] [div class=undertag] may go against orders at his discretion [/div] [div class=undertag] often pushes his own emotional needs to the side [/div] [div class=undertag] judges his overall worth as lesser than others [/div] [/div] [div class=basicsR] [div class=box] [div class=header] personality [/div] [div class=subheader] where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise [/div] [div class=boxtext] To those who only know him in name, the foreign hero of the eastern kingdom who suddenly abandoned the glory of the battlefield to join the royal guard is an enigma who leaves befuddled head-scratching in his wake. However, this image of a ruthless knight is all but preserved when meeting the man head on.

Constantly haunted by the sins of his past, Richter strives to never stray from the path of staying true to the things he values: life and liberty. He is a man who believes in the inherent sanctity of life and refuses to assume the role of an executioner once again lest the gravity of the situation call for it. Even then, he takes care to grace the life he has taken with a small prayer in that whoever they left behind will eventually find themselves at peace. Some view this philosophy as wholly idealistic in the face of war, but his choice is resolute. He will never regret abandoning the lance and taking up the sword, even going as far as to set up personal rules for himself and instruct swordsmanship not as a killing art but a means to protect.

Perhaps as a result of this ideal, many have come to describe the captain of the royal guard as a man with a certain quality of “softness” or “naïveté” to him. More so, his laid-back and modest attitude cause many to underestimate the Richter in plain clothes until they see his true abilities in action. However, as the sort who unconsciously acts like an older brother or just friendly in general, it’s plain to say that his personality borders more on the scale of being easier to like than dislike.

Unfortunately for those who wish to take advantage of him and his position, Richter is in no way weak-willed. As they say, what was once a demon is always a demon, and he’s proven time and time again that he’s a fearsome figure who needs not to show his anger through the fierceness of words. Though a kindhearted fellow, he does not fear rejecting the dishonest and admonishing the idle. As the captain of the royal guard, he knows better than anyone else the duties of a knight, and once a trainee begins to slack, they’ll notice...his eyes aren’t smiling. God forbid they get caught, they’ll be thoroughly enlightened that he is certainly not a man to be trifled with. That is, if they aren’t traumatized by the sudden change in atmosphere by then.

Unbeknownst to his subordinates, Richter does, in fact, have his own array of troublesome traits. His belief that he is someone whose role in other’s lives can easily be replaced has become the target of frustration of those who hold him dear over the years, and his tendency to act like a martyr is similarly so. Even his own sister has pointed out time and time again that he’s only being hypocritical by asking of others to depend on him when he keeps his own problems to himself, in fear of becoming a burden that should have never existed. This fear has also become one of the reasons as to why he tends to seclude himself on rainy days, though it is also half out of courtesy as to not take his irritation out on any innocent passersby. That said, he never skips out on overseeing training unless he is feeling truly unwell, so he can only do his best to curb his ire and neediness while hoping that his trainees will be on their best behavior (which they’ve long learned the hard way at this point). [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="Content ContentHistory" style="line-height: 0;"]

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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] In the distance, the faint ringing of a grandfather clock could be heard. He counted four chimes, determining that it was already well into the afternoon. But where was he?

Smooth jade blinked out into the interior of the room, meeting walls of pale green verdure. A quick scan of the room allowed him to infer that, from the fact that it appeared that the owner of the room hadn’t chosen to be stingy on the room’s accessories, whoever lived here was rather wealthy. Definitely not somewhere he belonged.

The sudden creaking of a door jolted him into a fully upright position on the bed (which he had only just noticed that he had been sleeping in). In peeked a delicate head of honey blonde before it disappeared with a click and a series of hurried footsteps. He could have sworn that he heard a little voice yelling “mom” accompanying the child’s thumping, but his stunned mind was quick to dismiss that trivial thought.

It wasn’t until a graceful-looking woman stepped into the room that his brain finally caught up with the situation. He must have collapsed from his fever somewhere nearby and the family living here had likely been kind enough to shelter him for the night.

“Seems, like you’re feeling better now,” the mysterious lady said, “I won’t ask where you’ve come from, but might I get to know your name?”

For a few seconds, he remained unresponsive. However, he quickly determined that it couldn’t hurt to give such basic information away. Besides, the lady had indeed helped him, so it was only right to, though when he carefully stated “Rictheris Herrscher,” he hadn’t expected the surprise that enveloped her face.

“Richteris Herrscher…” Her voice trailed off as she tested the name on her tongue. “‘Richteris,’ you say?”

He blinked. “Is it a strange name here?”

“Oh no! Not at all.” she laughed. “It was just unexpected, since the family name of this household is ‘Richteris’ as well.”

It was certainly a strange coincidence, which explained her reaction to his name. But just as he got over the first of the lady’s strange behaviors, she dished him yet another, with the first phrase being said rather disturbingly casually:

“You actually remind me a lot of my late son. Say, would you like to stay here?”

“Pardon?”

Slowly but surely, his instinct to make a break for it grew. As far as he knew, people normally didn’t make such offers without some ulterior motive, and becoming someone’s dinner wasn’t part of his life plans.

As if sensing his suspicions, the lady assumed a knowing (but still eccentric) smile. “Since our names match, doesn’t it feel a bit like fate? And I’m sure that my son would be happy if there was someone to take care of his beloved younger sister.”

He still wasn’t entirely convinced. The trust from his end aside, someone would have to have been dropped a few times too many on the head while they were an infant to trust a complete stranger enough to live with them on such a capricious reason.

“But what if I were to be a bad person?” he asked, all while praying that it wouldn’t result in turning the situation sour.

“Well, are you?” she shot back without an iota of hesitation.

“Err,” he mumbled awkwardly at the nth unexpected response, “I don’t suppose so?”

“Then isn’t it fine? You don’t have to give an answer right away, but at least stay until you’ve recovered completely.”

With a final chirp, the strange lady daintily stood from her seat, leaving him with only a single thought: were all wealthy women looneys?
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] A noblewoman with a flighty attitude that worries many. Richter’s first impression of his adoptive mother was that she was someone with more than a just few screws loose, and it took a few days for him to be won over by the charm in her ability to accept things as they come. As it is now, Richter believes that perhaps her wholly unbiased nature may result from being perceptive of people's natures and having a big heart rather than being needlessly careless.
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] Control it. Keep it contained!

His senses buzzed with nerves, yet at the same time, the palpitations of his heart reflected the excitement that glittered in his eyes.

Three...Two...

“One!” he shouted, and with his finger pointed towards the night sky, he detonated the flare right as it reached its apex. Above him, sparks of purple, red, and white bloomed from the starmine before drifting down as a gentle shower. In the midst of the dissipating rain of light stood a little girl whose smile and expression of wonder quickly assuaged the troubles he had experienced in order to develop this technique, and with a gentle smile of his own, he bowed, stating, “Happy Birthday, Peri.”

“Thank you…” she breathed out softly before regaining her composure. “First was colored flames. Now what made you think of this?”

The little boy laughed. “Mother told me that a lady ought to be most happy when receiving a thoughtful flower that most befits her. I’m no good at gardening, but don’t you think they look a bit like fire flowers?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she refuted, though her true intentions soon became obvious:

“Show me one more time?”

“Sorry. Even if it’s your birthday, Ms. Carina will definitely notice and scold us for disturbing the people of the city if I set off another.”

“Tsk, stingy!”

“Now, now, let’s go before we get called for dinner, shall we?” His teasing tone did little to appease his little sister’s mock irritation, instead prompting her to run ahead. While watching her receding back fondly, his smile upturned itself.

His father’s words suddenly resurfaced as an itch in the back of his mind, echoing the true reason for his inability to cater to his sister’s wishes. Ever since he had been found out to be from the southern kingdom—someone who did not belong in the east—he had received multiple warnings from his once-kind father that he was not to step a toe out of line. Even if he had his mother and younger sister’s favor, he was not to be trusted. What disturbed him most, however, was the cruelty that his own sister would be subject to “should Richteris Herrscher take any action to support his homeland in the war”. As it was, the Richteris family code of honor dictated that it was the duty of the eldest sibling (not including the traitor) to dispose of whoever was guilty of high treason, meaning that his executioner would be none other than Perial Richteris.

It was highly likely that his father had mentioned this fact in order to chain him to submission. After all, he’d rather betray himself before his sister.

“Please just let us stay as we are,” he murmured. Even if it was fate at work, the last thing he wanted to lose was her vibrant smile.
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] The only daughter of Edeline and Leonhardt Richteris as well as Rictheris Herrscher’s adoptive sister. Having looked after her since she was four, Richter shares a considerably close bond with Peri despite the lack of blood relation. However, that doesn’t mean that Richter will allow her to climb trees as she pleases, and Peri refuses to tolerate his cranky attitude during the rainy season. They aren’t above petty squabbles, but their irritation seldom lasts longer than a day and grudges between the two are almost nonexistent.

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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] “You-!”


At the sudden shout, Richter turned to face the door in panic. The sight that greeted him drained the blood from his face. Faced by the pure fury in the speaker’s expression, the tri-colored flames that had previously been dancing about in his palm quickly extinguished themselves without a trace. “Father, this is-”

“Richteris Herrscher!”

He flinched, and any excuses were promptly quieted. Though an ordinary scolding when coming from his mother, his father’s use of his surname was instead fully intended to be caustically derisive—a reminder that he did not belong in this family. And everytime, his blood ran cold to the point where he could only become meekly compliant.

“This is the last straw, or I swea-” Leonhardt cut himself off mid-yell, and suddenly a wry smile settled itself on his face. “Since you love your magic so much, you don’t mind sacrificing for it, would you?”

“Huh?”

An intense feeling of misgiving tensed his nerves for what was to come. He thought he had been being careful, but it seemed that he had crossed the final line, and there was no way out of it this time. Whatever his father was going to propose couldn’t be anything good.

“In two years’ time, you’ll be considered of age. Prove your loyalty by going off to serve as an imperial knight.”

The Imperial Army.

His breathing hitched. While becoming a knight was the dream of many, to Richter, it was like being handed a death sentence. The enemies on the battlefield aside, a foreigner couldn’t count on his own “allies” to back him up, much less keep from purposefully harming him in the first place. At first, he couldn’t believe his ears, but the look on his father’s face told him all that he needed to know that the man was being completely serious.

So as long as someone got rid of him in the end, it was fine?

“I…” He could barely even croak out a response, yet a new thought fueled his response. As long as it wasn’t Peri, he could bear it, and even if it was slim, taking this path meant that there was still a chance to achieve a “good end.”

“I swear on my life.”
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] In the depths of his memory, Richter can still faintly recall the time where Leonhardt was still kind to him. It wasn’t until he was first discovered using his fire magic that their relationship quickly turned sour, leading Richter to blame himself as the crack that caused the family to slowly shift from the loving group that it had once been. In spite of the harsh treatment, however, he still possesses an earnest desire to receive the man’s recognition. Not for Perial. Not for his mother. But for the Leonhardt who had once been his father.
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] That day, his efforts were finally recognized, and he was hailed a hero by the Kingdom of the East. But, for what? With a lance and a satchel of gunpowder in hand, he tore through the enemy lines, staining the white steel of his armor a deep scarlet. Thrust. Slash. Left. Right. Like a god of death, he descended upon the battlefield without a shred of emotion present, but it was all a ruse to hide away the turmoil that lay underneath.

For Perial...For the sake of the fragile bond I share with this family.

The shattered thoughts that barely kept ahold of his sanity only seemed to force him to deviate what he had once defined as “himself,” and with every new body fallen, the heat of their blood spread like a cruel reminder of his sin. By committing these atrocious acts, he was saving the lives of many, but were the ones he was taking of any lesser value? Amidst all these thoughts, he was also simply tired: tired of strife; tired of his hypocrisy.

And like that, the Neuhrr Campaign came to a “successful” closure.

“Hey, you! Wipe that soulless expression off your face and follow me. I’ve got a job better suited for you.”
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] Richter felt the touch of cold steel upon his neck.

“Captain, go easy on someone who’s eighteen years your junior, would you?” he complained, but not without a joking tone. Soon, the sword was retrieved from its threatening position, and a rough hand was offered to help him back to his feet.

“Go easy on you of all people? Getting desperate to steal a win are we?” The returning jest triggered laughs from both parties, revealing no sore feelings behind the results of the spar. Though it was to be expected. Richter testing his swordsmanship against his direct superior, the captain of the guard, was a daily ritual of sorts, yet there wasn’t a single match in which he had received a conclusive victory. However, he never felt bitter about his losses nor did he particularly care for winning. Despite holding a high-ranking title, Einhardt Albrecht was just as his name dictated: strong but noble. It was difficult—not to mention rude—to hold a grudge against someone so good-natured.

Besides, the knights under their captain’s command would cry if he lost to someone still considered to be wet behind the ears, even if said trainee had once been called a demon.

While wiping off the sweat on his face, Richter recalled the conversation that they had had before the exchange. “Sir, you mentioned that you had something to say after this?”

“Ah, that’s right.” Einhardt sheathed his sword and pat the ground next to him as an invitation to be seated. It seemed that the topic was to be a bit in the heavy side.

“Remember when I recruited you two years ago?”

Richter nodded in recognition of the event. Following the end of the Neuhrr Campaign, he had been approached by Einhardt with the offer to join him as a knight of the royal guards. Thinking back on it, had it not been for the captain of the royal guards, he likely would have deviated and become something that he didn’t even wish to imagine himself as.

“It may seem like it wasn’t very long ago that you had been pulled from stalking those battlegrounds like a blood-crazed hound, but those months in-between have been long enough for me. I can feel myself starting to get old, and my daughter has been getting more and more needy with each passing day. I think it’s high time that I start giving my wife the time that she deserves, as well.” Einhardt paused for a brief moment in the middle of his little speech, but upon seeing Richter’s confusion at his suddenness, he continued: “What I mean is that I’m thinking of retiring and stepping down from my position in another four years give or take...And I want you to surpass me by then.”

Surpassing Einhardt was impossible, but that wasn’t his issue. What made his mind spin was...

“Do you get what I’m saying?”

“You know I’m not qualified!” Richter blurted out in panic, his usual level-headedness completely gone. Though he couldn’t imagine anyone else in his captain’s position in the first place, the person he saw as least capable of taking up his duties was Richter himself. Sure, his fellow knights had finally warmed up to him over the years, but leading them as the pinnacle of the guards was impossible. If anything, he’d only lead them to their deaths.

Yet there Einhardt sat, giving him a knowing smile. “I never expected you to agree to it immediately, but you’ll change your mind in another three years. I swear it.”

Richter, on the other hand, was sure that Einhardt’s expectations would not be filled no matter how long he waited.
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] Richter’s former mentor and ex-captain of the royal guard. He personally invited and later vouched for Richter to become his successor, to which the King and Queen readily agreed out of trust as well as witnessing the young knight’s resolve. Though Richter had initially been skeptical of Einhardt’s decision, his present self is grateful to have been given a meaningful purpose by his mentor.

Despite complaining of back pains, Einhardt still spars with Richter from time to time.
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[div class=undertag style="text-align: justify; width: calc(100% - 10px);"] “Dear Peri,

Restenberg Survivor...Hero of the Neuhrr Campaign...it seems that these names have finally been lost to time. Ten years have passed since then, so I suppose that is only to be expected. It’s nice not having to worry about those names anymore…

Thinking back on it, it might not have turned out this way if it hadn’t been for Einhardt, my past mentor in a lot of things. Maybe I might take you to meet him one day. Anyway, being thrown at this position was surely a shock, but perhaps he just saw that I needed some shock therapy. If I’m being truthful, I still had my doubts that I’d be suitable to lead, but I don’t think this was a mistake. Life feels more meaningful this way.

Sorry to bother you with such trifles again. I just thought I’d mention it in passing, since you ask of my wellbeing so often. Thanks for that.

Have you been well? Mother has been complaining that you’ve been climbing and sleeping in trees again, so I suppose you are. Try to be more ladylike, or you’ll never get married! -Just kidding. Though speaking of marriages, it appears that the four children of each kingdom have been set to be engaged to one another. It would be nice if things truly worked out peacefully in the end, but I cannot help but have my misgivings. Perhaps I might have been able to detach myself if I didn’t know one or two of them personally, but I, as I am now, can’t help but feel as if they’re all being served up as unfortunate sacrifices. This makes me hope that you’ll marry someone who will truly look after you when that time comes, though I can’t see it going any other way considering how much mother and father dote on you. Really, what is the Queen thinking…

With all this in mind, I don’t believe I’ll have the opportunity to visit home for quite some time seeing that I’ll be accompanying the royals as the eastern kingdom’s captain of the guard. I’ll continue to send letters upon my arrival, so I don’t expect much to be different from usual. Regardless, make sure to take care of yourself!


Sincerely,

Richteris Herrscher
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[/div] [div class="Content ContentMagic"] [div class=box] [div class=header] magic [/div] [div class=subheader] technique can take you a long way over power [/div] [div class=boxtext] The Captain of the Royal Guard is famed—or rather infamous—for the magic he wields, not necessarily due to its potency, but rather its uniqueness within the eastern kingdom. Having been born in the south, Richter’s magic seems to oppose the magic of the east in every way. In lieu of the east’s power of growth, his fire leans much more towards the path of destruction, at least on a fundamental level.

At its most base value, Richter’s magic relates to the combustion of material and the control of the resultant fire or explosion through the manipulation of heat energy. That said, this ability to manipulate heat energy gives him the perk of forming a thermal map of sorts if he concentrates enough. Additionally, since he does not necessarily need the object to “burn” in the literal sense, the materials he can affect can range anywhere from even metal to water, though those tend to be of the more difficult scale to manipulate.

The nature of Richter’s magic causes a material to “burn” to become a mandatory requisite. Unlike some other fire magic users, he is completely unable to summon fire out of nothing, meaning that he is unable to set his sword ablaze unless he either coats it in some other material or destroys the sword in the process. That said, his magic also requires him to touch or be in very close proximity of the object or material, making him much more efficient in setting traps and close combat over ranged shooting.

Even so, he does not carelessly toss his pyres about. His job is to be a protector—not a destroyer—and irresponsibly wreaking havoc with his foreign magic will only stir up distrust in where his loyalties lie. Regardless, his usage of magic in daily tasks are almost comically frequent. From boiling water to lighting a candle, as long as nothing is harmed in the process, he doesn’t mind using it for menial tasks out of sheer convenience.

Richter also isn’t above using his magic for entertainment purposes. Referred to as The Pyrotechnician, his inner artist drives him to experiment with the different colors that flames can produced, creating a spectrum of lights.

Unfortunately, his magic isn’t all just fun and play. While water on its own is not an issue, his inborn affinity with fire caused his body to adopt a troublesome constitution that causes him to weaken whenever it rains due to the humidity. Though he no longer gets feverish during the rainy season as he once had when he was a child, Richter still feels miserable and is easily irritated during rainy days, to the point where it isn’t uncommon for him to sleep the entire day away. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="Content ContentExtra"] [div class=extraimagewrap] [div class=focuswrap3] [div class=leftfocus3] [div class=focuscolumn3]

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[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=extraimage] [/div] [div class=triviawrap] [div class=tag] xlikesx [/div] [div class=undertag style="text-align: justify;"] his family || thinking of new visual effects that he can achieve with his magic || brewing and experimenting with tea during his free time || drinking tea on rainy days (it calms his frayed nerves) || keeping his room tidy || spars || polishing his equipment || honorable people (they have his respect) || red currants || the scent of sandalwood [/div] [/div] [div class=triviawrap] [div class=tag] xdislikesx [/div] [div class=undertag style="text-align: justify;"] pet peeve: people who leave their clothes lying around in their room || prejudice (but believes that it can’t be helped at the same time) || the rainy season || killing in cold blood || the rumor that he’ll supposedly melt if splashed with water (...do people think he doesn’t take baths or something???) || being referred to as the “Restenberg Survivor,” “God of Death,” “Hero of the Neuhrr Campaign” or any old titles attributed to his achievements in the army (severe sore spot even when just said as a joke) || those who take advantage of others || trainees who think they can get away with slacking || cockroaches (they are the symbol of uncleanliness!) [/div] [/div] [div class=triviawrap] [div class=tag] xfearsx [/div] [div class=undertag style="text-align: justify;"] walking down the wrong path || breaking his family apart or destroying something he shouldn’t have || believes that his existence is not necessary but also fears being forgotten at the same time [/div] [/div] [div class=triviawrap] [div class=tag] xrulebookx [/div] [div class=undertag style="text-align: justify;"] Richter's "Seven Sacred Rules" are as following:

01. He is not to destroy public property with his magic unless circumstances call for the extreme.

02. Do not rely on a sword or a lance, for it is impossible to ensure that one will be at his disposal at all times.

03. Regardless of the quality, he must make sure to eat a three fair portioned meals a day to ensure a certain standard of health. Snacking in-between meals is to be avoided, however.

04. Gloves or gauntlets are to be worn whenever possible. In short, keep hands covered.

05. Whenever it rains, he is to seclude himself and only appear outside of his living quarters only when necessary as to avoid lashing out at others. If he happens to be in a good mood in spite of the rain, then rule no. 6 may be ignored.

06. Safety before all else. His and other’s whims are to be set aside completely should they compromise the wellbeing of the people that he’s supposed to be protecting, even if it means going against orders.

07. Thou shalt not die. [/div] [/div] [div class=triviawrap] [div class=tag] xliterally anythingx [/div] [div class=undertag style="text-align: justify;"] In regards to his second rule, Richter means just about anything be it hand-to-hand combat or some obsolete object that happens to be laying around. There was actually one incident where he fended off an assailant with a wooden broom that he found hanging on a wall nearby. Einhardt never let him live it down. [/div] [/div] [div class=triviawrap] [div class=tag] xpreferred colorsx [/div] [div class=undertag style="text-align: justify;"] Contrary to the fiery reds that typically represent users of southern magic, Richter prefers clothing himself in silvers, blacks, and blues, as evident in his armor and casual clothes. [/div] [/div] [div class=triviawrap] [div class=tag] xportion sizex [/div] [div class=undertag style="text-align: justify;"] Despite not having a particular fondness for food, Richter typically eats significantly larger portions than what would be expected of him. No one bats an eyelash at the dishes he piles up after a rough day of training anymore. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[NyanNyanYummy]

Name - Elizabeth Averoux

Age- Mid 20's (tbd)

Role - Lady in Waiting

Powers - Elizabeth can emit a cloud of vapor from her pours to hide her presence. It can be expanded to cover a moderately sized battlefield, however the further the cloud expands, the less effective the cover becomes. She often uses the ability as a tool for spying, although she has been known to use it during combat.

Likes - Books, money, tea, respect, high society functions, traveling, covertly gathering information, fighting.

Dislikes- Dealing with people beneath her, taking direction from anyone other then her princess, periods of inactivity, people (to some degree), and any non-royal that tries to court her princess (whenever anyone gets close or tries to become familiar, Elizabeth will take it upon herself to spy on them)

Fears - Losing the respect of her family and disgracing her family line through failure, her princess coming to harm because of a mistake she made, exhaustion.

Weaknesses (Personalty wise) - Elizabeth is very quick to anger, is prone to holding grudges, and is no stranger to covertly retaliating in a vindictive manner. She can also be difficult to work with if she does not respect the person she is working with, often opting to perform the task alone as she believes that she can accomplish any task quicker alone. Elizabeth is also two faced when it comes to trusting people. The more she trusts someone, the more honest she is with them, while the less she trusts anyone she needs to deal with on a daily basis, the friendlier and happier she will appear to be around them.

Strengths (Personalty wise) - Elizabeth is unquestioningly loyal to her princess, often encouraging and helping her with her work. She is smart, capable, and quick witted. She is a perfectionist, always making sure any job she does is correct the first time, even if she hates the task she's doing.

Bio - Elizabeth is the very definition of being born with a silver spoon. She was born into a dynasty of aristocracy, with every one of her ancestors having held some kind of position of renown spread across every kingdom, or at least that's what she's been told. It's true that her family has quite the distinguished lineage, however, she has heard rumors of a few underachieving relatives that have been made to disappear, as to not tarnish the family name. Those unlucky few are quickly forgotten and stricken from history and have served as a looming threat, should Elizabeth not reach her expected potential.

From her childhood into her teenage years, Elizabeth diligently trained to become a knight, as her mother had before her. Once her powers had begun to mature, however, it became apparent that her strengths were not in line with knighthood. Realizing this, her mother set Elizabeth on the path to becoming a lady in waiting, reasoning that she could better serve the royalty with her mind, while still having the physical prowess to protect her princess if need be. From that day on, Elizabeth's life became filled with etiquette, high society functions, political dealings, as well as the occasional combat and covert training. It was a mixed bag of comfort, deceit, privilege, and annoyance, yet she loved every minute of it.

 

[Daniel Reaving]

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Very submitting to the wishes of lady Aeryn
Often known to get cold and quiet when something is bothering her or when shes sad or hurt
feeling she isnt good enough for Lady Aeryn
very easy to read when shes upset

Strengths (Personalty wise)-
Loyal beyond compare
knowing she will do anything for her princess [/div] [div class=textContainer]- likes // Serving lady Aeryn, cooking, the mornings, being praised, the outdoors
- dislikes // mice, being scolded, the cold, getting messy
- fears // Losing lady Aeryn, being cast out from the person she closest to, dying before she confesses.
[/div] [div class=textContainer]Viana grew up in the castle. Being the daughter of the head maid she was always around royalty, Particularly princess Aeryn. As they grew up they became very close friends and out of that Viana developed very deep romantic feelings for Aeryn but never showed them. as the years went by the two stayed close together, Viana becoming her personal maid to keep close to her secret love despite not knowing if Aeryn feels the same or not. When Viana turned 18 though she came close to openly confessing her love for Aeryn to her but didn't for feeling she would be rejected by her one and only love. To this day Viana holds a very deep love for Aeryn but refuses to confess due to how different they are, her being just a maid and her love being the princess. Though with the up and coming marriage of her love to another Viana has found it harder and harder to hide her feelings for Aeryn and fears Aeryn will find out how Viana feels for her and break her heart.[/div][/div][/div][/div]

 

[NyanNyanYummy]

Name - Leena Shillo

Age - 19

Role - Blacksmith, specialty sculptor

Powers - Molten Hands. Leena has the ability to focus heat through her hands to the point where she can melt or mold metal with her bare hands. This level of control allows her to shape and sculpt very specific and highly creative designs, as well as perform general smithing tasks. She cannot always bring the temperature down to safe levels for interacting with other people, so while she is not working, she wears specialty gloves that can withstand and trap heat to protect everything and everyone she interacts with. Because of the prolonged use of her power, her hands have begun to turn an ash gray color, with a reddish glow beneath the skin.

Likes - Because of the physical activity from her work and the intense amount of heat she puts out, Leena is always hungry and a bit tired. So she loves to eat, although she's not too picky about what it is. She loves kids, beautiful craftsmanship, music, art, and overall just trying to stay positive.

Dislikes - Feeling exhausted, being talked down to, people who are rude and confrontational, cold weather

Fears - Losing her fire, being forgotten, getting caught up with organized violence

Weaknesses (Personalty wise) - Because of her past experiences, she can be quick to anger, especially when she witnesses someone who is struggling being taken advantage of. She is quick witted and smart, however she did not attend any higher educational programs, nor does she have any strong opinions about the political going ons.

Strengths (Personalty wise) - Defiant towards oppression, hopeful, optimistic, very creative, and refuses to let the bad things in life bring her down.

Bio - Leena was born in the Kingdom of the South to a poor blacksmith family. She learned the trade from her family's shop, with the expectation that she would one day take it over. Her family was not well known, but they did good, consistent work and made just enough to get by. That is until some of the smaller poorer shops began to get hit by gangs exploiting their defenselessness. Many of the shops in the area started to disappear as they could not afford the increasing payments demanded by the gang leaders. Leena's parents held out for a few years, but by the time she had turned 12, the payments had become so unreasonable that it was impossible for them to keep up anymore. And on the night the gang came, her mother woke her up and told her to run and never look back. She never really knew what happened, nor did she ever go back. The only thing she remembers from that night was watching the piercing glow of a burning building lighting up the unusually dark night sky.

For the next few years, Leena jumped from blacksmith to blacksmith soaking up as much knowledge as possible as an apprentice. When she was finally ready to open up her own shop, the blacksmithing council refused to allow her proper recognition, citing that she was too young, inexperienced, and using unsanctioned techniques. They stole work from her, redirected possible clients, spread terrible rumors about her quality, and demanded she pay a fee to be allowed to operate, essentially dooming her business to failure. Finally sick of their interference and being reminded of the dirty practices that destroyed her family, Leena left to open up shop in the Kingdom of the West, among the people of water. It was there that she finally began to make a name for herself creating beautifully detailed pieces. Her popularity had grown so much, she had even accepted jobs from members of the royal family from every kingdom. Despite her new home base in the Kingdom of the West, it was not uncommon for her to travel, as she was essentially a walking furnace.