Realistic or Modern ♂ M a s k e d ♀

KaoriMei · Sep 12, 2015

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I go by the rule quality over quantity.

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: I M A G E

Realistic only please.

Q U O T E

Relates to your character.

N A M E

First, middle and last.

A G E

18 - 20

G E N D E R

Self-explanatory.

S E X U A L I T Y

Self-explanatory.

C O U N T R Y

What country does your character's parents rule?
: E Y E . C O L O R

H A I R . C O L O R

H E I G H T

W E I G H T

O T H E R . F E A T U R E S

Tattoos, scars, etc.

C L O T H I N G

Either a description of what your character wears or a couple images.

Make sure they are small, please!
: P E R S O N A L I T Y

How does your character act like? Mean? Kind? Quiet? Does their history impact that?

L I K E S

What does your character like?

Food? Weather? All that stuff.

D I S L I K E S

What does your character hate?

F E A R S

Heights? Guns? Planes?

Just a couple examples.

T A L E N T S / H O B B I E S

Something your character LOVES to do.

H A B I T S / Q U I R K S

A movement that your character tends to do a lot?
: H I S T O R Y

When was your character born? Who are her/his parents? Did they do well in (a private) high school, or did they skate through? Were they a geek, a jock, a heart-throb, a nobody, or what? Any traumatizing events happen that their lives changed? What would they like to change about their life? What would she/he like to do but can’t?
: C H A R A C T E R S . O P I N I O N . O N . T H E . P L A N

What do they think of being married to a complete stranger? Are they excited? Looking for a relationship or not?

R E L A T I O N S H I P . W I T H . F A M I L Y

Does your character love your parents? Or hate? Are they distant?

Do they have any other siblings? Are they closer to their uncle/aunts?

O T H E R

Anything else you want to add.
: W R I T I N G . S A M P L E

(Can be taken from another roleplay)

In Character - Overview - Out of Character - Rules

logastellus · Sep 12, 2015

Q U O T E

I'm not a pretty princess, and I'm aware of that, so I like music that is really intense, really bold, and characters that in a way almost have a dark side and are kind of evil because, for me, that's when I feel my strongest and fiercest, when I'm not necessarily the good girl.

Ashley Wagner

The Gowns: N A M E

"Yes it a long name but please call me Kureha"

Kureha Marlene Antwoinette Chevnosky

A G E

"I may be young but I act like a proper lady...sometimes"

18

G E N D E R

"Well I am a princess so...that must mean I am a female don't you think?"

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

"I have an attraction to the personality of someone not just their looks"

Demisexual

C O U N T R Y

"My father isn't called the king...he is called Kaiser"

Germany
The Mask: E Y E . C O L O R

"They're not the special..."

Hazel with blue and golden specks

H A I R . C O L O R

"I change it from time to time with the help of my friends"

Auburn with golden streaks

H E I G H T

"I'm not super tall nor am I real short"

5'8"

W E I G H T

"In my opinion I am as light as a feather"

125 lbs

O T H E R . F E A T U R E S

"My dad doesn't know I have tattoos and I would like to keep it that way until I'm 25"

Kureha has three tattoos on her body.

C L O T H I N G

"I love the hipster look I find it to be real cute and you can mix and match different things to create a cute outfit! My dad want's me to be a girly girl but no I don't want that"
The Preparations: PERSONALITY

Kureha has the nonchalant type of attitude. She does love to have fun but she doesn't show it in her expressions all the time, unless she is around friends and her little brother. She'll smile in your face but they're mainly fake smiles you will rarely see her crack a real smile unless you are someone she cares for and that list is pretty small. Kureha hates it when people only look at her as the Princess of Germany and not a normal person. She doesn't like the special treatment all the time and the work that comes with being a princess. She's not the type for bullshit so don't even think about throwing it her way. You can try and woo her all you want to but it won't work. Kureha doesn't focus on apperances like most people do when trying to look for a relationship to be in. She focuses on how the person would treat her if they were to be in one. She doesn't want her heart to be broken so she is testing the waters before jumping in.

Kureha loves adventure and having fun. Whatever chance she gets which isn't a lot she tours around the town she will soon be ruling. She loves to be wild and free with her friends but her parents won't allow it. Kureha also has a little rebellious side she doesn't listen to her parents all the time and would rather do her own thing. She just wants to live life to the fullest and fall in love with whoever she wants to.

Kureha has a tiny little sadistic side. She herself doesnt know whetr it comes from. She becomes excited and a little aroused at the sight of fighting, punishment and domination. While she is fencing she gets so caught up in the excitement she sometimes loses her self control. Her friends tell her she's a BDSM freak, Kureha doesn't agree nor disagree with them. She likes taking control and being dominant in her own way. She keeps this secret locked from her parents because if they found out that their soon to be queen gets off on punishment, fighting and dominance. She will be dishonor in her family and bringing shame to the Chevnosky name.

She knows she not a perfect princess and she is fine with that, she'd rather be the princess who makes mistakes because she's human than be a princess that has a stick lodged up her ass.

L I K E S

"Hmmm...let me think about this one..."

Vintage Cars and Truck

Rain

Snow

Piano

Guitar

Animals

Comedies

Dancing

Stargazing

Fencing

Swimming

Horse Back Riding

Archery

Skateboarding

Punishment

Dominance

D I S L I K E S

"I would prefer you not bring this up around me"

Liars

Perverts

Cheaters

Too much pink

Horror Movies

Forced to do things

F E A R S

Heights? Guns? Planes?

Spiders

Her father

Being Used

Needles

T A L E N T S / H O B B I E S

"I make hats and other things from time to time"

Crocheting

Knitting

Playing the Piano

Cooking

Gardening

Fencing

H A B I T S / Q U I R K S

"I like to think that exploring is a habit"

Bites her lip when thinking

Runs fingers through her hair when embarrassed

Daydreaming

Rolling her eyes

Bites the inside of her jaw when hungry

Falling asleep in class
The Dances: H I S T O R Y

Kureha Chevnosky was born December 7th, 1996 in Gernany. Her mother is Nikole Chevnocky, previously Nikole Dunkle fell in love and married prince Joseph Chevnocky. Nikole was just a simple tailor who's parents owned the local Tailoring shop in the town. Hearing the good reviews from people the former king and queen decided to get their royal clothes tailored by them for a upcoming ball, and in return if the outfit was perfect the family was invited to the ball. Apparently the family did an excellent job because that night they were dressed in fancy clothing for the ball. That night Joseph laid eyes on Nikole and I guess you could say it was love at first sight. The two married after Josephs correnation and nice months later Kureha was born. Then a few years later her parents had a baby boy and named him Klaus.

Fast forward to her school years. Kureha always thought school was boring and was too easy for her. She wasn't a geek she just learned stuff quickly than other students did. She was the princess of the Kaiser so of course she had the special treatment at her private school but she didn't like it but there was nothing she could do to stop. She did have a real bad experiece when a group of men tried to kidnap her and hold her for ransom but there were over four guards her protected her to and from school. Another reason why she didn't like being a princess. She has nightmares sometimes about the incident but she doesn't let it affect her life. Kureha would change the fact that she is a princess, she does like the fancy lifestyle but doesn't like the responsibilty of being a princess. She doesn't like having to attend all of the royal parties, or sit in meetings. And on top of that she's getting married to someone she doesn't even know or hasn't seen. Oh yeah she loves being a princess for sure. Kureha would love to go out in the world without being monitored all the time, experience what it is like to be a normal person and do normal things. She wants to have fun. She wants to break the rules and live her life the way she wants to.

C H A R A C T E R S . O P I N I O N . O N . T H E .P L A N

"I'm going to get married off to a guy I don't even know. I have no idea what he looks like nor what his personality is like. Do I sound happy about this? No I do not! I can't believe my parents arranged this without telling me..."

R E L A T I O N S H I P .W I T H . F A M I L Y

Joseph Chevnosky

"He's my dad...I love him very much but his temper can be unexpected. I don't like it when he's angry, it scares me a lot. I try to push that aside and focus on how he's an amazing man and just wants what's best for me..."

Nikole Chevnosky

"I can go to my mom for almost everything. I trust her a lot and she understands that I want to have a normal free life but she reminds me everyday that it is an important job. I guess you could say she wants the best for me also..."

Klaus Chevnosky

"This little devil is my little brother. He's still young but he shouldn't have to go through all the boring works of being a prince. Being the oldest I don't see him as much but whenever I do I try my hardest to make sure he has fun before his youth is taken away from him"

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kou · Sep 12, 2015

|Jubilee Lontaine|

|Personality|

-Rigid and uptight, Jubilee is a force to be reckoned with. She often does not associate with others unless it is strictly on business or to exchange formalities, Jubilee treats others with polite indifference and prefers to distance herself from many. Many would go so far as to call her "cruel" however there is an alarming difference between cruel and hurt, Jubilee is somewhat insecure but is somewhat stubborn to admit this fact seeing as perfection is something she strives for due to her past. Strip all of her derogatory nature away and you will find a kind being lying underneath, however it will take some digging and an invaluable amount of time-

|Likes|

-Classical Music-

-Piano-

-Violin-

-Archery-

-Chocolate-

-Literature-

-Debating-

|Dislikes|

-Dull People-

-Overconfidence-

-Rebellion-

-Disorganization-

-Disrespect-

-Enclosed Spaces-

-Unpleasant Attitudes-

-Hypocrisy-

|Fears|

-Heights-

-Fire-

-Death-

|Talents/Hobbies|

-Singing-

-Violinist-

-Pianist-

-Poet-

|Habits/Quirks|

-Clicking her teeth-

-Tapping her toes together-

-Bouncing on her feet-

-Spelling out a word when stressed-

-Speaking in Creole when angered-

|History|

-Imperfection was never tolerated in the Lontaine Kingdom whether intended or not, it was up to Jubilee to be perfect or to be cast aside. Her mother, Amelie, was a harsh and strict woman who expected the best of her daughter whereas her father, Jacques, was gentle and soft-hearted. This dynamic contrast was often brought into question by the young Jubilee herself however she never risked inquiring as to why her father seemed to love her mother seeing as it would only place her in a conflicted situation. Jubilee was well-groomed, intended to be an intimidating ruler (although she turned out otherwise) and respected amidst the sea of commoners, her mother was often punishing her for anything done incorrectly or inaccurately and the polite facade her mother put on for the public only served to worsen things.

The people were unwilling to believe that their Queen had the ability to be so cruel and despite the rumours on her wicked ways, no one rebelled against her for fear of angering the woman. Jubilee was homeschooled and often kept away from the sight of others seeing as her mother preferred little to no one disturbing her daughter, Jubilee had no say in the classes or clothing chosen for her and rarely was able to have any input on any of the activities her mother chose for her to join. Tensions only served to rise as Jubilee grew older, with age came authority and the young woman began to question her mother's reign as well as refrain from her leverage.

Her mother was often agreed by Jubilee and occasionally resorted to using violence in order to "tame her child", she did this when no one was able to see and Jubilee still carries the scars from her mother's hand.-

|Character's Opinion on the Plan|

-Jubilee believes it is somewhat ridiculous and unfair however her mother appears to believe otherwise-

|Relationship with Family|

-Amelie Lontaine: Not entirely on the best terms, rather strained actually-

-Ramon Lontaine: Neutral although Jubilee often seeks him for advice-

|Writing Sample|

It was inevitable, was it not? The oncoming rush of anxiety which surged over the girl as her mother strode down the corridor with purpose. The Creole woman appeared to be exuding an air of intimidation and was staring through Jubilee rather than at her, it was a tactic to which the elder Lontaine had taken a fondness to when she wanted to instill a "lesson" into her child. Jubilee felt herself unconsciously take a step backwards, what had she done wrong? She had made sure that everything was made to be perfect and organized although it simply hadn't worked. It never worked! Jubilee felt a grimace work its way onto her features and caught the disapproving glare from her mother. This was exceedingly bad.

dva · Sep 12, 2015

L U K A

I M A G E

Q U O T E

"To have something does not mean to understand it." - Sunday Adelaja.

N A M E

Luka Opasnost Volkov

A G E

19

G E N D E R

Cisgender Male

S E X U A L I T Y

Demisexual

C O U N T R Y

Russia

E Y E . C O L O R

Black

H A I R . C O L O R

Brown

H E I G H T

6'1"

W E I G H T

145 pounds

O T H E R . F E A T U R E S

A long, patchy, ugly scar on his side from a bad experience at school in which he doesn't like to talk about. A scar on his knee from when he was a small child; no sob story there, just a bad scrape.

C L O T H I N G

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(Apologies if they are too small.)

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Luka is reserved and quiet. He tends to have the same, cold look on his face throughout the day. Being the only son of two busy royal parents, he had no siblings to play with, nor did he have ease making friends at school despite his royal status. He grew up alone. This didn't bother Luka, of course; he preferred it that way. He enjoyed having solitude with his uncle every weekend and being by himself most evenings to do as he pleased.

Luka has some tough ice to crack, but once he calls you a friend, he warms up to you quite quickly. Underneath his scowl are a lot of things to say; he writes stories in the moods he is in and he channels his emotions through his words and chapters. He has a cynical sense of humor, but doesn't dislike others'. He's hard to impress, but will always fawn over whom he enjoys as a person.

L I K E S

Writing, the ocean, walks, movies, astronomy, the rain, winter, and sketching, despite being terrible at it.

D I S L I K E S

Strangers, swimming, loud noises (more specifically, loud people), crowded places, his parents, hard liquor, the Summer.

F E A R S

Swimming, crowds, and big animals, death.

T A L E N T S / H O B B I E S

Writing, academics, etiquette (as much as he loathes doing anything royal); he studies astronomy and astrology (even though he hates admitting in believing in such a thing) and sometimes even "accidentally falls asleep" on his patio (when really he was just sketching out what a certain constellation looks like).

H A B I T S / Q U I R K S

Luka tends to have a stern, cold expression on his face at all times (but it's not accidental or resting bitch face...he means it). When you mention one of his hobbies in a good light, he will tend to get kind of excited. That is, excited for Luka.

H I S T O R Y

Luka was born into a powerful, royal Russian family. His mother is a lanky but handsome woman who was an academic and athletic prodigy in her school years, so naturally she pushed him to strive for similar achievements. His father, having the royal bloodline, is a tall and mighty beast of a man who, in addition to being athletically superior in his school years, took upon the family tradition of being in school theater and choir. Just like Luka's mother, his father lived his childhood again through Luka.

Fitting his parents' expectations wasn't hard. As a kid he played in the yard with his, you guessed it, athletically-skilled uncle and the loving dog, so his soccer abilities were beyond sufficient; he studied with his tutor nearly every evening so he could be easily fitted into the top ten students at the best private school his father could find.

His uncle fell ill when Luka was about to graduate. This put the lonesome boy in a stage of bitterness. His uncle was the only one who seemed to understand him, as his uncle gave up the throne to Luka's father for he didn't want to become royalty. His graduation party was extravagant and a night to remember for all but him; he knew his uncle's death was to come. Days later, his uncle passed in his sleep. The doctors said it was a masty flu that hit too hard.

Luka fell into a Summer-long depression. His mother got sick of his ill-behavior and his door being locked more than usual and forced him to go back to etiquette lessons and to get over his uncle's death. Storing the emotional wreckage, Luka became an angry young man at the age of 18. Now, a year later, it's as if it's his born nature.

C H A R A C T E R S . O P I N I O N . O N . T H E . P L A N

Luka isn't surprised. Of all the troublesome things his position in the social ladder has brought him, this isn't a shocker. He doesn't want to be assigned to a marriage, though, as he doesn't enjoy the company of strangers at all.

R E L A T I O N S H I P . W I T H . F A M I L Y

He doesn't have an opinion on his father, but he loathes his mother. He is an only child. His uncle, whom was his best friend and role model, died before he turned 18.

W R I T I N G. S A M P L E

Somewhere beyond the sea of grass behind the royal home and past the structured metal fences is a flat grass field. The view focuses on a young boy juggling a ball on his small legs. Next to him is a man, too tall to see, clapping his hands once with each kick, counting the number of bounces the ball makes on the boy’s feet without hitting the ground. The numbers seem to reach into the twenties, and the boy begins to giggle. His laughing teeters him to the right, causing him to nearly lose balance. The ball hits the ground, and the clapping stops, but cheers continuously echo throughout the empty field. The young boy is scooped up into the man’s arms and thrown over his shoulder to be spun in circles, only to cause him to burst into more yells and giggles. The man sets him down and, as the child wobbles, ruffles his hair and praises him about reaching his record. The boy’s already smiling face turns red as his grin gets even wider. As the picture gets closer to the boy, he bends over to pick up the ball. His dark hair takes up nearly the whole image now. Suddenly the cheers and laughs get cut short, and the last laugh resonates, almost too loudly. Just as the boy begins to stand up straight, the picture begins to back away and the field is dark. The lights surrounding the field that illuminate the space at night were not lit. The boy is much older now; his eyes look tired and his hair is short and gelled. He still holds the ball, glancing around him to find the man who was just next to him, but the man is nowhere to be found. The boy drops the ball, backing away, still frantically eyeing the space around him when –

“Luka!” A loud shriek jolted him awake. “Luka for God’s sake get up already!”

Luka’s wide eyes began to close tight as he realized who the shriek came from. A heavy and muffled sigh escaped his lips as he threw the covers over his head and laid back down. His mother was more of a pest than a parent to him. They never had a very good relationship as his mother took her job as being the czarina very seriously.

“Don’t you dare ignore me, Luka,” Loud, sharp footsteps thudded to his bed and yanked the covers off of the young man. He turned over and eyed her. There were maids cowering at the door, each one looking sorry – for either Luka or themselves. Luka’s eyes pointed back at his mother and he sat up.

“What,” Luka muttered, rubbing the still asleep muscles on his face. His mother began to swear, pacing around the room but Luka didn’t give her his attention. He looked out of the window as the dream flooded back to him. This dream reoccurred quite frequently since his uncle’s death, otherwise he didn’t really dream. He tried to tell if he enjoyed the bittersweet play or not. He knew the man was his uncle, there was no doubt about it. The beginning was peaceful and warm; he could smell the scent of freshly cut grass and he could feel the warm morning sun on his back. The strong arms that picked him up actually had feeling to them. His uncle’s laugh, oh god how he missed it. It wasn’t forced or empty. It was filled with pride and excitement, just like how he remembered. As he thought his eyes grew soft and his eyelids lowered.

“Are you listening to me?! Luka, you have become a good for nothing, lazy coward,” His mother spat at him as she stomped toward him. Luka swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her. He towered over the small, brittle woman, but she wasn’t one to be intimidated.

“I don’t need to,” He said lowly and quietly, not moving a muscle in his arms or legs. His mother’s eyes widened as they darted between his. Her jaw tensed and she folded her arms at her chest, eyeing her son.

“You don’t need to what, darling?” She straightened her back and lifted her chin in a questioning manner, her expression far from sweet. Luka’s mouth only tightened.

“Listen” He muttered, to you,”

Luka’s cheek started to burn and his neck whipped to the left. He stumbled back onto his bed, his hand instantly going to his cheek. It was too fast to comprehend at the time that his mother had backhanded him. His eyes traced the floor until they reached his mother, and then slowly followed up her person to her face.

“You don’t have to listen, dear,” She grumbled. “but you do have to make sure that doesn’t scar,” She turned and with pride and ease slid through the group of quivering maids at the doorway. “Get over yourself.”

A scar? Luka lowered his hand and saw a small swipe of blood on two fingers. Blood? From a slap? The maids were frantic; one rushed to the bathroom to grab a warm towel and the others nearly danced to him to dab his face with their aprons. “Prince Luka, dear, we are so sorry,” One cried. “We tried to wake you up before but the czarina she – she got impatient,” Another pleaded, “If only she didn’t have so many rings,” Luka was still in shock, his eyes wide and his mouth pulled into a tight line. He hated his mother. He loathed her. His hands began to get hot. Why couldn’t she have been one of the sweet queens that his tutor read to him about when he was young? The ones that came from the books from England; the queens that treated their children with care and love? And support? Luka’s hands clenched. His whole face began to feel hot. His uncle only passed away four months ago. The funeral was grand, but Luka didn’t attend. Why couldn’t he have just one half year to himself? Why couldn’t he grieve? “Prince, my dear, please look up, we need to tend to this –“ Luka raised his arm and shoved the maids back. They stumbled with tiny shriveled shrieks and stared at Luka with horror.

“I’ll do it myself,” He muttered, standing up and yanking the washcloth from a maid’s hands and pressed it against his cheek bone. He began to walk to his washroom when he looked back at a maids with a glare. They all rushed out of the room, whispering quietly to themselves. Luka stepped into his bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

He stared at the tile, his eyes still wide from the shock. He started to tremble, his hand tightening around the wash cloth. As water began to drip down his arm his shaking grew more intense; he raised his hand to his mouth, closing his eyes. He slumped down, his head dropping in defeat. His cheeks pulled back and began to get warm as his throat began to hallow. He hiccupped and took a shaky breath, standing up straight. He ran his hand across his face and bent over the sink. He turned on the cold water and splashed it in his face until he felt the unpleasant sensation of accidentally inhaling the water, and then scrubbed his face with the washcloth. His cheek stung and burned but he didn’t care. He perked his head up, eyeing himself in the mirror. He was staring back at himself. His eyes were narrowed and dark, and his mouth was open with his jaw clenched.

Mornings had a similar theme from them on. His mother walked in and bothered him awake, but Luka didn’t fight back anymore. He slowly got up whenever she stormed in. Soon he got up to avoid the whole ordeal. As time went on, his eyes got colder and colder. He became very submissive to his parents to prevent having to waste time and energy getting lectures from his mother. He didn’t love her any more, though. He easily lashed out at people who tried too hard to help him do basic tasks – he found it tedious. Maids avoided him in fear of his anger and his tutor quit, resulting in a burst of yells from his mother about respect. He became mean spirited and even quieter.

After dinner, he would slump into bed and think. He would think about how much he wants to leave, but can’t. He would think about his uncle. He would think about the arranged marriage. He would think about his writing. He would think about the upcoming seasons. He would think about the field. He would think about his recent graduation. He would think about the future. He would think about the past. He would think about the heat. He would think about death.

He would think about the reoccurring dream. He didn’t have them anymore.

QuixoticKitten · Sep 13, 2015

Quix's beautiful, feminine, Greek, and currently work in progress character.

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The Gown: E Y E C O L O R:

Brown

H A I R C O L O R:

Black

H E I G H T:

5 feet, 10 inches

W E I G H T:

140 pounds

O T H E R F E A T U R E S:

- Birthmark on her hip

- Personally, Lena does not believe in bodily modification. She possesses no piercings on her body, nor does she have any tattoos.

C L O T H I N G:

Like her tastes, much of Lena's clothing style is simple and refined. She loves cotton and other inexpensive fabrics. Most often, she will wear a light dress or flowing skirt with her dark hair braided around a ribbon to give her outfits personality. Other than ribbon, however, Lena does not wear much jewelry, instead choosing to look simple yet elegant.
The Mask: P E R S O N A L I T Y:

PERSONALITY HERE

L I K E S:

? the feeling of sand between her toes

? geometric patterns

? lavender oil

? long hugs

? classical music

D I S L I K E S:

loud environments

people who don't maintain personal hygeine

alcohol

reality television

cold baths

F E A R S:

FEARS HERE

T A L E N T S:

TALENTS HERE

Q U I R K S:

QUIRKS HERE
Behind the Mask: H I S T O R Y:

HISTORY HERE

O P I N I O N O F T H E P L A N:

WRITE HERE

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

RELATIONSHIPS HERE
A Foretaste: W R I T I N G S A M P L E:

WRITE HERE

Nap · Sep 13, 2015

REQUISITE: | NAME |

Bo Mats Sorenson

| AGE |

19

| GENDER |

Male

| SEXUALITY |

Demisexual

| COUNTRY |

Sweden
APPEARANCE: | EYES |

Blue

| HAIR |

Light Brown

| HEIGHT |

6'2"

| WEIGHT |

168 lbs

| OTHER FEATURES |

A small birth mark on his left cheek

A scar hidden behind his ear and hair

A burn mark on his lower torso

Blind in one eye but you can't tell

| CLOTHING |
IN DEPTH: | PERSONALITY |

+Intelligent, Charming, Caring, Optimistic, Soothing+

-Over-thinks, Detached, Unpredictable-

A rather optimistic character, Bo tends to look at the brighter side to things. Whether, it's the jerk next door or having an object stolen, he'll make it seem like no big deal. His optimism is well appreciated because not only does he make people happy but he soothes them with how calm he naturally is. Never has he been seen barking at someone or criticizing them for a small mistake. His kindness is probably his most well-known trait, though not positively for some.

The male is also a bit of a tease. He enjoys watching people's flushed faces and making playful remarks about how "cute" they are. This is often mistaken for flirting, as Bo doesn't flirt. It's simply part of his persona to point out the lovely qualities in a person. There will be times when he actually throws a flirtatious comment but that's still under an innocent, good note.

Bo can be too optimistic at times, which is usually forced. There are many days when he doesn't want to smile or say something to lighten the mood, but he's forced the role of making everyone happy onto himself. On those days, his sea blue eyes might even cry out to those that dare to look in them.

| LIKES |

Movies

Art

Trying new things

Exploring

Carnivals

| DISLIKES |

Cars

Heat

Pessimism

Any flavors but vanilla

Loudness

| FEARS |

Amaxophobia (fear of riding in a car)

Thermophobia (fear of heat)

Thantophobia (fear of losing a loved one)

| TALENTS/HOBBIES |

Making/creating art, especially clay making

Building/fixing things

Watching black and white movies on mute

| HABITS/QUIRKS |

Tugging on his ear when he's uncomfortable

Putting a finger to his lips when he's thinking

Clenching his fist when he's panicked
HISTORY: On September 31st, Bo Mats Sorenson was born into the royal family of Sweden as the second prince. He and his older brother by one year were both raised with kindness and compassion. Five years passed and the birth of the 3rd prince, Finn, made their lives even more joyful.

Two years after the birth of Finn, Bo and his mother went into the city for an event. However, that day became known as The Falling as it was the day he and his mother got into a car accident. The accident was caused by an explosion in front of the vehicle, which was supposed to have hit the center of the car. However, due to Bo jumping about in the vehicle, they drove much slower than usual and to protect her son, Queen Karen wrapped her arms around him and ended up flying to the front of the car.

Bo became bedridden in the estate after the incident. He had yet to hear of his mother's death but he could piece together everything from all the glum expressions. He also came to understand that he was now blind in one eye and will have a scar behind his ear. A week may have passed and there was another attack on the royal family, this time at the estate which was set ablaze. Bo, trapped and scared in the top floor, was suffered through the unbearable heat. He coughed and gagged as it became hotter and hotter. Finally, a fireman came to rescue him.

When they were outside and safe, Bo noticed his older brother Jorgan was missing. That same night, the two princes and kind learned Jorgan perished in the flames attempting to rescue Bo. The news shattered the family.

Years passed, and Bo turned 11. He was exactly like his mother, still is, and carried out his now first prince duties. During that time, a baby girl was adopted into the family. She was apparently the daughter of a woman who recently passed in a car accident. At the sight of the little girl's big blue eyes, Bo immediately cared for her as if she had always been part of the family.

Bo continued to grow and prosper in private school. He was always known as the prince and some people even thought his personality was fake. Very few were able to differentiate between the real him and the one he put on for show. At the very end, however, that didn't matter because he focused on his studies and extracurricular activities, and never got close to anyone, for fear of losing them.
OTHER: | CHARACTERS OPINION ON THE PLAN |

"I don't necessarily like this plan. Other than that, I really don't have an opinion."

| RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY |

Janz Sorenson

King, Father. Age 40. They were close in the beginning, but after the death of Bo's older brother and mother, their relationship began to deteriorate.

Finn Sorenson

2nd Prince, Brother. Age 14. Finn and Bo are typical brother's. Bo tries to spend as much time as he can with the boy and be a father figure since their father can't.

Hollie Sorenson

Princess, Sister. Age 8. Bo absolutely adores Hollie. In fact, he made it a tradition to spoil her whenever they go out, although that's proving to be a problem.

Other

He has other family members such as aunts, uncles, cousin, etc. Most of them are quite spiteful as they want the throne or believe he's too weak to run the country.

| THEMESONG |
WRITING SAMPLE: Excerpt From Omertá

It was pouring rain, even in September. Each drop of water could be heard one thump after the other, sending echos and rumbles throughout the large estate. Cristiano sat at the head of his office, his back at the large glass window and front towards the desk. He ran an olive hand across his stubbled chin and nearly slammed it into the dark antique table. He may have looked angry from his glowering expression and tense position, but the way his lips curled into an ugly smile said other wise. "Finally," he hummed lowly, his voice bouncing across the walls of the room, drowning out the rain.

You wouldn't be able to understand what the young Boss was so ecstatic about until you saw the screen of his laptop. On it was an opened email, simple in design. It wasn't anything fancy but the words on it were considered the Holy Bible to many in the mafia world. La Croce di'Oro, The Golden Cross, had emailed Cristiano offering him a place in a game. The game was to find six civilians and keep them in the Santorini possession until the due date. Normally, that would be considered easy but the Santorinis weren't the only players. The Capellos were also involved.

The Capellos were the Santorini's enemy. Decades passed and their troubles only got worse with the advancements in business and technology. When Cristiano first arrived to the estate, he had no idea what the problem between the two were or how it started. Eventually, however, he learned to shut up and despise them because even if the past was the past, they had hurt some of his brothers. Now that he was leader, his hatred was even worse.

"Robert." Cristiano called out. An older man stepped into the office, his dark hair trimmed with white, wrinkles faintly making their appearance on his face. He wore a typical suit that fit his muscular build quite nicely. While Cristiano was considered tall, Robert easily stood a good two inches above the young man.

With gray eyes and a stoic expression, Robert replied. "Yes, Boss?"

Cristiano pushed himself onto his feet, his rolling chair spinning behind him. His voice, faint with his old Italian accent, oozed authority. "Gather everyone at the estate at the staircase. Tell them the war will be over soon."

"There is never enough time to do everything, but there is always enough time to do the most important thing." ~Brian Tracy

Novus · Sep 13, 2015

I'm floating down the river...

Brandon Boyd

Your Grace?: Rudolph Lukas Gentry Hapsburg

20

Male

Homoromantic

(he's attracted to other men, but he doesn't quite give in like the others might. He is not a very sexual being at all and when he does decide to enact on his feelings, it will be with someone whom he loves with no doubt in his heart.)

Hailing from

Austria
Well, he looks the part...: color of eyes

-Green-

color of hair

-Ash Brown-

height

-6"1-

weight

-76.20 kg-

-other things-

There is a burn scar on his left hand from a motorcycle lesson gone wrong.

And jagged scar across his abdomen, but it is faint now.

-clothes-

All of his clothing is either hand-tailored or brought in from. His event wear is always Armani. But, usually, he can be seen in some sort of obscure band tee and a hoodie, prowling around his grandfather's estate.
A Royal Pain: -personality-

Lukas is a pure, undiluted flower child, often mistaken to be high most of the time. Only half the time is that true. He doesn't really find responsibility all that appealing, but now he has a whole the whole country of Austria to represent. Great.

Other than that seemingly large bit of conflict, he is a rater upbeat person. He plants flowers in the greenhouse when he isn't busy volunteering or making public appearances. This stems from his belief that changing the world happens one person at a time. He is an eloquent gentleman--in the right prescence. When he has his sweats on, he is just about as lazy as you or I.

However, he harbors a serious amount of regret and explicit hatred toward his father. He was almost never there, and when he was he would emotionally rip his loved ones apart. His parents divorced, but due to a certain Will and Testament, Lukas is the next in line for the throne--which strains the situation even more.

-likes-

Rainy weather and the way the Earth smells after

Fruit juices and smoothies

Purple Ink-Pens

When someone smiles upon first meeting

-doesn't like-

Caves and cavern like places

Iron-clad Routines

Automatic assumptions of things

-what he fears most-

Atychipphobia- The fear of failure.

Pretty much the reason he hates being responsible, whether it's solely him or if he is the leader of something.

-notable talents-

Lukas has a singing voice that is out of this world. His idol is Brandon Boyd, from the band Incubus, who has a very timeless voice. If you take him to karaoke, be prepared to stay a while.

His gift of music extends past music and into the art of the Cello, which one of the few pastimes he brought over from his childhood.

Lukas also has a degree in Botany and has worked in pharmaceuticals.

-quirks-

You see those faces above? He grimaces in the weirdest way--everywhere and at everything.

He wiggles his nose when blushing.

And he keeps sour green apple jolly ranchers in his pocket. It's his favorite flavor of anything.
Scandalous?: -history-

On the evening of Janurary 15th, Rudolph Lukas Gentry Hapsburg was born to Prince Rudolph III and Lady Natalia of the Hapsburgs. He was a fair child, rather playful and constantly smiling. Growing from a tot to an boy, he was open to all the opportunities of his country. His grandfather had sucessfully restored their family name to something of worth and power. And, he loved his grandson, abet more than his only son.

But Rudolph III was a strict and cruel man, often taking the joy out of everything he and his mother would do. The man was a lush, often sleeping around with other women on his father's expense. It got to the point where Natalia left him, while leaving her child in the care of his family. She couldn't take care of him all on her own, for the bastard of a Prince left her nothing.

When Rudolph II died, his son was more than happy in thinking that he'd he would claim the throne. But, that was all null when the final wishes were announced among the family. In his final moments, the old King made it so that his oldest sister, Katharina would fill the seat until Lukas was of age. Rudolph III went into an outrage, smacking the, Now fifteen year old, boy in the face. It was from that day on that Lukas mentally cast away his father's name from his, deciding to take up the role of king, if only to make the man suffer.

-how he feels about it-

"I'm really not too keen on the idea of marrying someone in arrangement. It's absolutely unsystematic and completely archaic. But, if it has to happen, at least respect my wishes. I will uphold all tradition until that point. Besides, who really cares if there are two kings instead of just one?"

-family life-

"Well, my mother is an absolute dream. After the divorce, she got her life together and started living for herself. She wanted to redecorate houses and now she is doing that. She is my role-model and I am proud of her.

My father, on the other hand, is a rat-faced bastard from hell whom I would throw more fuel on if he were ever to be on fire, is basically dead to me. End of that story."

O T H E R

Has an assistant named Hanz. The guy follows him everywhere.
"Green Eyed Boy": Everything was entirely too blurry. The lights, the voices, all surrounded him like a thick fog on the tide. He recognized a few of them quite easily. His mom was questioning why he was here. His father was scolding him while he lay where--where was he?

But, amongst all of it, he almost could feel his grandfather's presence as soon as he arrived. For once, Lukas didn't want him there. He was pretty ashamed of the circumstances. He'd only wanted to try it out, the Yamaha that his cousin, Christoph, owned. He was 15 now...he thought he could handle it. It went well, until he went sliding into a guardrail.

The room was now silent, for His Highness was among them. "Lukas," he said in a tone that was as gentle as a breeze yet strong like a mountain. "I know you're awake. It's alright, my son." Lukas tried his hardest to keep his eyes closed, but couldn't stop the tears from welling up. In this stark room, that was all he wanted--the one person who loved him completely and unconditionally.

He opened his eyes only to see his parents arguing, his doctor trying to mediate, and cameras flashing. He'd forgotten the fact that who he wanted to see there, smiling, was taken away from him. He'd have to do things on his own now.

And that was the day that the green eyed boy became a man.

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Amora Aurora · Sep 14, 2015

Everly Matilda Cornell

"Evie"

"As you wish, father dearest"

Requisite: Everly "Evie" Matilda Cornell

19

Female

Bi-curious, but secretive about it

Princess of England
Appearance: Eye Color

One brown, one blue

Hair Color

Chestnut

Height

5'9''

Weight

Plump but healthy 135 pounds

Other Features

Differently colored eyes

Soft, innocent features and expressions

Busty and enjoys showing it off

Tendency to go without make-up

Clothing

Evie prefers to keep things soft but as revealing as possible without angering her father too much. Short but feminine sundresses on casual outings, nice dress pants with a low-cut blouse during business, and beautiful gowns that reach the floor but barely cover her personal favorite body part that resides just below the neck at parties or anything fancy enough to get away with wearing a gown.
In Depth: Personality

Evie is a complex, lively girl. She's adventurous and playful yet intelligent and overly mannered. Having recently grown out of a rebellious streak, the blue-eyed/brown-eyed girl is looking forward to giving into her hopes and dreams of finding true love and being wed. She's kept scrapbooks full of wedding gowns and decorations and practice-vows and the time to bring it all to life is so close, she can barely hold her excitement. Much of Evie's personality stems from her father and making him proud. She curtsies when she's meant to, and makes charming jokes during important dinners. That being said, Evie is still a young woman, and she craves what all young women do: excitement, ecstasy, love, adoration, the works. Though she's been tasting a few different flavors throughout her upbringing, she doesn't believe she's ever really felt true love, and expects that to occur the night of the ball.

Although she's incredibly book-smart, and could play classic Johann Sebastian Bach in her sleep as well as recite almost every word to the Harry Potter books with her eyes closed, Evie is a dreamer and lacks a bit of common sense. Sarcasm occasionally floats right over her head, though not always. She doesn't have many street skills, so to speak, as she's spent most of her life being told that a lady should stand still and look pretty.

For the most part, Evie is an upbeat, sweet if not annoyingly polite girl upon first impressions, but she can easily set your world on fire with passion, because she simply craves it so deeply that she has a way of erupting it in others, hence her tendency to sleep around when she was younger.

Likes:

Being a Princess

Fluffy Pillows

Soft Classical Music

Piano's

Romance

Slow Dancing

Horses

Antique Dolls

Dressing Up

Dislikes:

Being Disliked

Exhaustion

Horror Movies

Cheese

Exercise

Anything Sticky

Fears:

Upsetting Daddy

Upsetting anyone, really

Being Unloved

Water/Drowning/Swimming

Rodents

Habits:

Huge fan of eye-rolling

Squints when trying to understand something

Gestures often when speaking excitedly or explaining
History: History

Evie was born to King Ronald Cornell of England, and his second wife, Elsa Cornell. Although she was not born into royalty, Elsa was indeed born into money, and so she developed a sense of right and wrong in the public eye. Evie's mother knows best how to keep a country happy, and she's tried hard to pass that on to her only child. It's rare for a King and Queen to have only one child, but Elsa secretly despised pregnancy. She disliked the pains, losing her youthful body, childbirth, and most of all, the responsibility of raising quite an unruly child. Though she and her husband tell their people that they simply haven't got time to raise another child, the truth is, she never wanted the first one. But it is an unspoken rule for a Queen to fall pregnant in order to carry on her King's name and reign, so she had no choice. Once Evie was out, Elsa got her tubes tied and vowed to make Evie the best child she could to make up for not having a replacement.

Being an only child in a royal family also meant that Evie was heavily looked after and not allowed to do anything a child considers fun for fear of her getting injured or anything else that would cause her to not become Queen once her father was done. She was kept from having many friends aside from workers in their home, and was instructed to stay inside or on their grounds no matter what, at all times. This, of course, set root for a very rebellious seed to grow in the girl. Evie was and still is a fan of exploring, she craves knowledge, and often ventured out of her mothers boundaries to learn more about everything and anything she could. There was only so much she could get from books, after all.

No amount of getting caught sneaking out could make her stay still in her large, luxurious room. This tendency to defy the rules obviously angered her mother, and while it did distance the two, they were still relatively close into Evie's teen years.

Evie became sexually active with a close family friend at the age of fifteen, and once she discovered the powerful euphoria of being wanted, it couldn't stop there. Sexuality was just something more to explore, and in her teenage years, she did quite a bit of it, with all races and genders, despite her mothers disapproval and desperation to cover up her daughters antics. Several missed periods in her seventeenth year frightened both her and her mother, and with mixed answers from pregnancy tests, her mother quickly took her to secretive, 'underground' doctor that had tied her own tubes. The doctor had worse news than a pregnant princess though. Instead, he confirmed that not only was Evie not pregnant, but she never would be. She was simply infertile. Her mother was crushed, but Evie didn't think much of it. She was too young to care, really. It was months before Elsa allowed her to break the news to her father, who was disappointed, but could see how bothered Evie already was from her mothers attitude, so he covered his disappointment well, understanding that it wasn't his daughters fault. Two years later, and the Cornell family still refuses to admit the princess' condition to anyone. It could render her chances of finding a prince at the ball, and that's simply unacceptable.

Once Evie noticed how upset both of her parents were with her condition, it started to really set with her. She would never have the happily ever after she dreamed of, or make her future husband a father. She couldn't make her parents proud and raise a strong child to carry on their legacies any further. With this constant reminder of her inabilities, Evie finally lost the rebellious streak she'd grown as a child, and settled into a 'normal' princess lifestyle of fashion statements in magazines, home-schooling, and holing up in her bedroom to read books in solitude.
Other: Characters Opinion on the Plan

Evie was born and bred for this. Her parents told her at a young age that she would marry and fall in love with a handsome prince one day, and she's been excited for that day her entire life. She holds a slightly unrealistic to others expectation that it will be love at first sight and she'll live happily ever after.

Relationship With Family

Evie and her father, Ronald Cornell are known all over the country as the model father daughter relationship. When Evie's diagnosis was made, where her mother pulled away, her father stayed close, feeling sympathy for his only child and making sure the secret never got out to ensure Evie her best chance at life and love.

Evie's mother, Elsa Cornell, is a distant but kind woman who feels that she failed as a mother. The point of royals having children is to create a long-lived legacy and keep the family name alive, and Elsa assumed that having one child would be enough to ensure that, but she was wrong, and she's not quite sure how to deal with that knowledge. She loves Evie, of course, but doesn't show her quite as much attention anymore.

Evie's aunt May, Elsa's little sister, has always been her second favorite person. May was born in the shadow of her sister and so she has always acted out. Elsa tries desperately to hide May from the spotlight and not let it be known to her people that her sister is a wild card. An array of boyfriends, the frequent wild parties, and teaching her niece less-than-ladylike talents, Aunt May is always up for a good time.

A friend stopping by to gossip, a neighbor complimenting the garden or complaining about the shrubs, a parent wondering when she was going to settle down and have a family. In the short time Roxie had between her realization that there was someone else in the house and the moment they stepped into the bedroom, she had planned for almost every possibility, and the precise way to promptly get out of it. What she had not planned, was for some sort of hybrid creature mix of a Greek God and Abercrombie model to waltz into the room with her new puppy friend in his arms. Before she really even had time to process who this man was, his arm was around her waist and he was kissing her forehead.

Oh, Fuck.

The driveway was empty. She hadn't even given a second thought to the possibility of someone else living here and just being out of the house at that moment. Roxie's mind drifted to her jacket pocket full of Rolex watches that she should have recognized were was too thick and flashy to be a females. The dog in the mans arms looked right at home there until he was put down, and the man had walked through the front door like he owned the place. Because he did. Yeah, this was definitely some sort of husband or boyfriend that Maddison had lived with, that much was painfully apparent by this point.

"I've...I've missed you too!" She replied quickly, reaching over to rub up and down this strangers impressively toned arms in the most endearing way she could imagine. Roxie had never been one for signs of affection. Romance didn't come easy where she was from. "How was the-uh-" She caught herself, clearing her throat, forming a fist to put against her chest momentarily as if there was something stuck in her throat. "How was it?" She corrected smoothly, letting her hand drop and bending down to pick up the excited puppy as a distraction mechanism so that she wouldn't have to look this man in the face very often.

She was far out of her element with this one. She could run now, disappear out the front door and never be heard from again. She was relatively fast on her feet but this man was athletic as hell and the risk of getting caught was a little terrifying. How exactly would Maddison Tessler explain fleeing her house and boyfriend in the middle of conversation without him using his obviously large amount of money to have her sent to some therapy ward. Then she'd really never escape. "Hold that thought, honey" She interrupted before he could answer her previous question, putting her index finger up to indicate a pause. "My bladder has been so problematic lately" she explained with an overly girly giggle, turning on her heels immediately and walking to the bathroom down the hall that she'd seen earlier versus opening the three other doors in the bedroom to figure out which one was his closet and which was, most likely, some giant ass fancy bedroom-bathroom.

Once she had locked herself in the guest bathroom, she exhaled so deeply that she had to gasp for air, unaware that she'd been pushing all signs of breath out of her body. She paced the tiled floor for a moment, balling her hands into fists and then loosening the muscles over and over again in an attempt to think quickly. Everything was finally catching up to her. She watched a girl, who she was pretty sure was some long lost twin of hers, commit suicide less than two hours ago and now she was currently standing in the girls bathroom pretending to be her while her seemingly super caring significant other waited for his dead girlfriend in their bedroom. Roxie had done a lot of terrible things in her life, but this didn't even make her feel human anymore. She felt like a monster.

The girl had to force her feet to stop moving. She gripped the edges of one of the sinks so tightly that her knuckles turned ghostly white while her unfamiliar eyes stared in the mirror. Roxie wasn't around mirror's very often. She didn't even own a cell phone to take those ridiculous selfie's with, so it wasn't everyday that she looked at her reflection: really looked. At the moment, she was dressed in nice clothes, but the purple under her eyes indicated how little sleep she was used to getting, and the pink, almost invisible scar stretching from the top of her neck to just below her collar bone was a constant reminder of the time Juice tried to kill her over thirty dollars.

Maddison Tessler was dead. There was no changing that, whether Roxie left right now, or a few hours from now or the next day, even. Maddison wasn't coming back. So in the bigger picture, the decision should have been easy. If she wasn't technically hurting anyone, and putting on the act for a little while earned her some home-cooked food and maybe even a place to sleep, why would she pass it up? She deserved it, dammit. Roxie struggled her entire life in hopes of getting what this spoiled, ungrateful Maddison Tessler had and threw away. There had to be a reason she was in that exact spot when the girl killed herself. There just had to be. And if this wasn't it, what else could it have been?

Roxie's gaze fixed itself intensely on her reflection. She wasn't a monster. She was getting what the universe finally realized she deserved, even if it was just for a night: peace and comfort. She watched her hands slowly regain their color as they let go of the sink. Once they were pink and normal once again, she took that as her cue and exited the bathroom, determined to make this work.

"Tell me everything over lunch? I'm starving." She suggested in a cheerful tone once she was standing in the doorway of the bedroom again, reaching for the Greek God's hand to lead him downstairs to the kitchen, where she quickly and discreetly brushed the now-melting ice on the floor from earlier under the refrigerator with her foot while she searched for something to cook. If she was going to play cute little house wife for the night- she was going to play it damn good.

spectro · Sep 14, 2015

C O S M I N A | L U M I N I T A | A D E L A | D R A G O M I R

"Even the fairest of Princesses have a dark nature."

Requisite: N A M E

Cosmina Luminita Adela Dragomir

A G E

Nineteen

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

C O U N T R Y

Romania

In Depth: P E R S O N A L I T Y

Mina is a very regal, well spoken girl. She is never caught cursing or doing anything that may douse her reputation, and she has never even kissed a boy! Or so her Father thinks. Around her Father, Mina is a very careful. She is sweet and puts on a fakes smile. She does as she is told and never puts a foot out of order. But, when she is set away from him, she does what ever she desires. She is not rebellious, and doesn't really do anything bad. But, she is very impulsive. She falls in love easily. When away from her Father's gaze, she likes to be a normal young woman. That doesn't necessarily mean she is rude and bellowing.

Mina is kind, and she is brilliant at giving advice, though she needs some work in putting that advice into her own life. She falls in love easily, and she will do almost anything for a boy. She just wants to live a normal life, but, at the same time, she knows she would never be able to give up her way of life. Mina is creative and charitable, and always finds ways of how to dress up fundraisers for the poverty ridden villages in her country. Mina can sometimes act a little snobby or stuck up, as she always wants for nice things. She never intentionally wants to hurt anyone.

L I K E S

-Soft Materials

-Dancing

-Gentlemen

-Rivers

-Nature

D I S L I K E S

-Loud Music

-Litter

-Dark Colours

-Bright Lights

-Gossip

F E A R S

-Flying

-Cars

-Thunderstorms

-Blood

-Massive Amounts of Pain

T A L E N T S / H O B B I E S

Mina is brilliant at singing, and she likes to make up lyrics on the spot or sing lullabys or slow songs. Mina is also brilliant at leadership and likes bringing people together.

H A B I T S / Q U I R K S

Mina tends to look at the floor a lot, when nervous, scared, sad or even happy. It's an instinctive move.
History: Mina was born into a very rich family. A royal family, at that. Her parents were usually busy with their responsibilities, and so Mina was brought up mostly by a nanny. She was home schooled, but was taught brilliantly by the best teacher her parents could buy. Her social skills were quite impaired by this, as she never had any brothers or sisters, and pretty much just had her nanny to speak to. She became very confident, though, and would put on plays for her mother and father. She liked to write speeches and as she got older recognised her talent for singing.

Mina's Father got gradually older, and he began to become closer to Mina. He wanted to make sure that she was ready to reign if it came to it. When Mina was about fourteen, her Father started to rake extra care with who Mina was talking to and restricted her visits outside. Mina hated it, she just wanted to be herself. She wanted to be trusted, because at heart, she was a good girl and she knew that she would never want to do something to upset either of her parents.
Other: C H A R A C T E R S O P I N I O N O N T H E P L A N

Mina obviously loves the idea. She is all for the idea of destiny and fate. She is optimistic that whoever she is paired with will be her true love.

R E L A T I O N S H I P W I T H F A M I L Y

Mina loves both of her parents, although she is upset that her father doesn't trust her to be the woman that she is. Mina has a very weak relationship with her mother, who is always cold, but loves her nonetheless.
Writing Sample: (From another roleplay)

Sofie opened her eyes. Morning. Well, close enough. She knew that it would be around five o'clock, that was usually the time her natural alarm clock woke her. The thing was, she never felt tired when waking up so early. Her Parents had always been strict about morning routines, and so she was just used to her body waking her up at this time. In a way, she liked it. It was convenient. Giving out a little frustrated groan, she pushed herself into a sitting position. It was time to get ready for school again. The Summer had been fun. Hot and fun-filled. But, it was missing something. Richie. She had seen him on a few occasions, but meeting him out of school in such a gossiping place was social suicide. And actual suicide for Rich. If he was caught with her, his life would be over. He'd go to prison. He'd lose his job. He'd go on the sec offenders list! In all other aspects of her life, Sofie was content. She felt normal, like she was just living an average life. But with him-it was strange, unoccupied ground. And she loved it.

Sofie stood up, and stretched her arms up. She was in her favourite pair of pyjamas, and it pained her so much that she had to change out of them. She laughed at the thought of Heidi's face is she was to turn up to school in her pj's. She padded over to her door, the wooden floor of her bedroom was now totally tidy, as opposed to the previous morning, when it was covered with her clothes. She had made a pact with herself, that if her relationship with Rich was going to work, she was going to have to be more sophisticated. She just had to be. But the one thing that was holding her back was the idea that it just wasn't going to work. There were so many problems facing them, so many things that were difficult. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to be with him forever. But, for now, it was a thing. And she wanted to be with him at least for now.

Sofie went downstairs into her kitchen, and unsurprisingly, her Mother was sat at the table, drinking a glass of orange juice and smelling heavily of smoke. As she entered the kitchen, the sickly smell hit her, and she coughed loudly, letting her Mother know that she disapproved. "Morning Mama." Sofie mocked. She and her Mother were not on the best of terms. Her Mother ignored her and continued to read the paper. Sofie went into the cupboard, grabbed a muffin and went straight back upstairs. Sure, she could have eaten with her Mother, but frankly, she wanted to avoid the awkward, forced conversations with her.

Upstairs, Sofie set her half eaten muffin on her dressing table and began her hard work. Her hair was up in a bun and she knew that it was going to be beyond knotty when she took it down. She decided to leave that until last. She put on her make-up, a slight coat of foundation and a dusting of eyeshadow along with eyeliner and mascara and she was set. Of course, these minor details took her at least an hour to complete, and she had even done her hair yet. That was her net obstacle. She took down her mane and brushed it thoroughly, before turning on her straighteners and eating her muffin while she wanted for them to hear. An hour later and her hair was straightened, styled, and fitted with a nice subtle waterfall braid. She cracked her neck and smiled, proud of her hard work.

Her outfit was next. She needed something slightly classy but ultimately sexy, giving out the message that she was grown up but unfathomably mature. She went to her closet and pulled open her doors, before walking in and picking out a short, moss green dress and a jacket to match. The dress was short and revealed her shockingly long legs and the jacket showed that she meant business, but of course could be removed. She pulled the jacket together in the middle and grinned. Once she had finished her look, she slipped on a pair of socks and some boots and was off.

Downstairs, she ignored her mother and passed her to the front door. She got into her car and sighed. It was her last first day at high school. It was sad, but equally happy. She looked down at her phone and checked the time. She nodded. She had enough time. She could meet him before school.

Psychedelia · Sep 14, 2015

"Wolves don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep."

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Appearance: EYE COLOR

Nut Brown

HAIR COLOR

Medium Golden Brown

HEIGHT

5' 5"

WEIGHT

120 lbs

OTHER FEATURES

Anna has a prominent cleft chin and relatively full lips

CLOTHING
In Depth: PERSONALITY

Anna is often described as being wild and overly-flirtatious but she is just trying to get by. Anna has a close relationship with her mother who loves her unconditionally because she still sees her as her little girl. However, she doesn't always get along with her father, who sees Anna as a disgrace; Anna defies the man every chance she gets. The only people who she seems to listen to are her mother and her grandmother. Almost anything said by anyone else is sure to go in one ear and out the other. Normally, she has a very hard time trusting anyone. She's always been that way but it's worsened over time following one heartbreak after the next, on top of her father's life-long resentment of her. Due to this, Anna can be pretty vulnerable at times and is genuinely a sweet girl at heart. Her potential to be an overall good girl translates through best when she allows herself to open up and reveal her empathetic, softer side. Her sarcasm and seemingly harsh remarks all come from a place of good intentions, Anna simply struggles with how she words things, sometimes. Otherwise, she does okay; something we can most likely attribute to her callous attitude.

LIKES

Nature

Poffertjes

Traveling

Fruit

Rock Music

Fencing

History

Thriller/Horror Movies

DISLIKES

Ignorance

Guns

Top Ramen

Compulsive Liars

Insects

Taylor Swift

Flowers

Cheetos

FEARS

Losing those closest to her

Finding out that her father has been right all these years

TALENTS / HOBBIES

She sings from time to time but considers that to be more a hobby than a talent.

Anna has a unique ability to entirely ignore the existence of someone she hates.

She knows a thing or two about contortion-ism and fencing.

HABITS / QUIRKS

Fidgets a lot, primarily with her hands, when in an uncomfortable situation

Has a tendency to bite her lip or push hair behind her ear whilst flirting
History: Even in his youth, Thomas Alexander was jealous of his brother -- partially because he was the one meant to be king and partially because Lars always got the girl. Due to this envy of his elder brother, Thomas approached Lars seemingly out of the blue one afternoon, informing him that one of his advisers had slept with his wife. Taken aback by the news, and needing several hours to fully digest the notion, Lars inevitably trusted his brother. How could he not when the man was just so damn convincing...

In weeks following, Emma, his wife, came to him with exciting news -- she was pregnant with their first, and only, child. Being that he was overcome with excitement, Lars chose not to bring up the supposed affair and, instead, be there for the woman carrying his child. However, the closer it came to the end of her term, the more stressed Lars became. Running a country was no joke and it slowly began leading the king down a dark and narrow road out of sanity and into mania.

On December 5th, 1996, Anna Malou Alexander was born. Of course, both parents were ecstatic upon first sight... But the mood soon changed. Once they had arrived back in the comfort and security of their own home, Lars made his first remark. "She looks nothing like me." From then on, even after years upon years of reassurance from Emma that she had never been unfaithful, he chose to believe that Anna was not his own. The only thing stopping him from getting a paternity test was the negative effect he anticipated to see in his publicity.

Growing up with a father who never really acts like you're his child is heartbreaking for a little girl. The absence of her father's compassion always made Anna feel less-than and so she became less-than. Throughout her many, unwanted, years in private school, she only did enough to skate by. Whether it be to spite her father or the school's populous, she did little things out of rebellion on a day to day basis, leading those around her to label her as quite the troublemaker.

As much as Anna may act like she despises her father, that couldn't be farther from the truth. In reality, she has always wanted to earn his acceptance and prove to him that she is, in fact, his biological daughter. Nonetheless, she gave up forcing herself to fit into the mold her father wanted because it simply never made her happy. Over time, she has grown to care less and less about his opinion and realized she needs to live for herself, instead. She knows in her heart that her mother would never and that her father is her father so what is there to worry about? For, in the end, she will take up her rightful place as queen; as no one else can.
Other: CHARACTER'S OPINION ON THE PLAN

"Well, if I'm being completely honest, I think it's a bit much to assume -- that we would all just go along with being paired off like some kind of animals being bred for... Oh, right. You meant on me specifically being married. Yeah... I'm not real happy about it."

RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY

Anna is closest with her mother and her paternal grandmother. She and her father have a rather distant relationship; she feels more frustration than distaste towards him while he only pretends to be civil with her in public. She almost never speaks to the rest of her family outside of big events and reunions.
Writing Sample: (Taken from an old 1x1)

After searching the crowd with her eyes frantically, Olivia gave up. She didn't realize she might have looked a bit on edge but that wasn't exactly the first thing on her mind. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and a small lump in her throat annoying her with its existence. Seconds ago, she had seen Jeremy and his friends walk by casually. Nothing was wrong with him. Not a single worry was on his mind and nobody was speaking ill of him. As a matter of fact, he had a smug look on his face and his friends seemed to almost be celebrating something with him. So, of course the scene bothered her. Though, the tears now were forming more out of anger than hurt.

Olivia took in a sharp breath as she felt someone tap her shoulder. She quickly closed her eyes and wiped away any liquid that had made it's way down her face. Olivia was scared to turn around. She knew it was Jace because he had already spoken but she was still scared. Olivia couldn't process her thoughts at the moment but the one that stuck out was worrying about ruining his day. He was in such a good mood and, even though she wanted to let it all out to him she felt she couldn't ruin his mood. Olivia smiled wryly and turned around to face him, trying hard to avoid looking directly into his eyes. Olivia knew her attempts would fail because, by the look on his face, she knew that he already knew something was wrong; he always could tell. That's why they were best friends.

Swallowing the lump, Olivia nodded her head in response to his earlier question. "I did miss you... A lot, actually," she said, her voice cracking slightly. Olivia could no longer keep her eyes averted and, as soon as she made eye contact with Jace, it was over. Olivia took one step closer to Jace and wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his shirt. She remained silent and simply held him tight. Olivia kept her eyes closed and tried her best to block out the surrounding noise. Jace's ever familiar scent instantly began to soothe her and Olivia relaxed slightly. Simply holding her best friend in her arms and smelling that familiar scent was always the best way for her to relax and forget about those tears trying to work their way out moments ago.

Ever since they were little, Jace had this scent to him that Olivia always loved. To her, he never smelled bad. It was hard for her to describe his scent, however. Honestly, there was no scent to compare it to. And that's what Olivia loved most about it. Even if he was wearing cologne, she could still smell hints of it if the wind blew a certain way. The way Jace smelled had always been better than any perfume or cologne she could think of. Maybe it was just soothing because it was something she had known her entire life. Maybe there was something more to it. All she knew was that no matter what the situation was; if she could just be around him, everything would be fine in the end.

dwale · Sep 14, 2015

To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.

Winston Churchill

REQUISITE: Name: Dominic Zoran Vukovi?

Nicknames: Dom

Age: 20 /September 5, 1995/

Sex: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Hetersosexual

Country: Serbia

Born In: Belgrade, Serbia
APPEARANCE: E Y E . C O L O R

Honey Brown

H A I R . C O L O R

Chocolate

H E I G H T

6'0"

W E I G H T

160 POUNDS

O T H E R . F E A T U R E S

"????? ???" tattooed on the inside of his foot. Serbian equivalent of "Sieze the day."

A small scar on his lower lip from a childhood incident.

A curved scar on his waist from when he was practicing with swords. Enough said.

C L O T H I N G

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IN DEPTH: P E R S O N A L I T Y

Dominic is the black sheep of the family when it comes to personality. His three siblings, mother and father are both quiet and reserved and tend to keep the themselves when they can. He, on the other hand, adores being the center of attention and he actively seeks out conversation/companionship. He enjoys a good laugh with anyone who would also like to partake and can hold a conversation, no matter how boring, for a very long time.

He's very hands on when it comes to people, but not in a way that is distasteful. He likes to be physically close and that's most likely due to the lack of physical affection he would find at home. He can always be found smiling and if he's not, something is seriously wrong. The only downside to his positive, upbeat nature is that it may take him a while to realize a situation is serious.

He does have a dark side, like everyone, but it rarely shows. When you've angered him, you've angered him and there is very little forgiveness he will offer you. If he had a hubris, it would be that he holds grudges like no other. His bad side is just as unpleasant as his happier side is pleasant.

L I K E S

/Mixed Martial Arts/

/History/

/Novels/

/Poem-Writing/

/Horse-Back Riding/

/Conversation/

/Scrabble/

/Strawberries/

/Canines/

/Traveling/

/Challenges/

D I S L I K E S

/Cats/

/Negativity/

/Illiteracy/

/Being Interrupted/

/Judgement/

/Being Alone/

/Distance/

T A L E N T S / H O B B I E S

/Mixed Martial Arts/

/Writing Poetry/

/Playing Piano, Violin and Guitar/
HISTORY: H I S T O R Y

Dominic was born September 5, 1995 to Dubravka and Mihajlo Vukovi?. He would soon be the eldest of three sisters. He was a happy, obnoxious and energetic child and was always getting into trouble, whether at home or in school. His parents had a tough time teaching him the proper way to do things, but he eventually learned.

Dominic values education and did throughout all of his schooling. He attended the International School of Belgrade that only accepted those with an advanced want to learn. He learned English there, since he met with many students from around the world that spoke just that, and then moved onto learning Italian, German, Russian and French in a four year period. Part of his language learning happened at home, where his mother insisted he know these languages with the thought of his future bride in mind. His father started him in Mixed Martial Arts at the tender age of five and the boy loved it from that day on and his mother taught him to play all three of his chosen instruments.

He was rather popular throughout the school, because of his personality, academic success and his looks. He wasn't much of a sport player and tended to steer in the direction of Extra-Curriculars that involved the mind. He found Creative Writing in his search and soon became a writer of dark, morbid poetry. He keeps all of his poems in a small black journal that he keeps with him at all times.

The only event he can remember from his childhood that gave him a reality check was the attempted assassination of his father. They had been celebrating his youngest sister's second birthday when shots broke out. His father had been clipped, but not seriously injured, and the perpetrator was caught within minutes. It had opened his eyes as to what dangers the world held for those that had a higher status.

If Dominic could change anything about his life, it would be the way his parents showed love. They had focused solely on his education and skills, and rarely showed any sort of affection. It hurt him as a child when he'd bring something home and with a pat on the head, or the shoulder, his parents would dismiss it. He got used to it as he got older and shared little to nothing with them, no matter how big the accomplishment might be.

Dominic wishes he was free to travel the world and learn of new, exciting things. He craves adventure, but he knows he can never have that. Not with what family he was born into.
OTHER: C H A R A C T E R S . O P I N I O N . O N . T H E . P L A N

Dominic has shown nothing but indifference when asked any questions of his semi-arranged marriage. He's not particularly fancying the idea of marrying someone he knows nothing about, but it's what is required of him. He won't treat that person poorly because they hadn't any say in it either. He, currently, wasn't not looking.

R E L A T I O N S H I P . W I T H . F A M I L Y

Dominic loves his parents with a passion, but he keeps it inside. He doesn't like to show emotions and then not receive anything in return; that is what he gets from his parents. He admires them, though. He has three younger siblings who he loves and respects, but they don't get along very well. It's mostly due to their differences in personality. He does have a cousin that he was very close to, but they haven't seen each other in many years.

F E A R S

/Ophidiophobia/

/Necrophobia/

H A B I T S / Q U I R K S

/Running A Thumb Over His Lower Lip/

/Biting His Lower Lip/

/Clearing His Throat/

/Mild-Swearing (When Angry/

O T H E R

He has a Rhodesian Ridgeback named Velimir

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: P E R S O N A L I T Y

Valentina has gained a significant amount of intelligence over the years due to her love of books, providing her with an amazing vocabulary, active imagination, and an open mind. She is very confident and outspoken in her opinion, and rarely likes being told what to do. Despite all this, she does not have many friends due to her smarts and being a free thinker. Unlike many princesses, Valentina is not concerned about her or other's appearance, and is able to look part how people appear and into their hearts. She frequently dreams about a life of adventure, of romance, however, quoted by her mother, she realizes 'that having dreams is great, but sometimes you need to look beyond them and find what you're truly looking for.'

Valentina is somewhat a woman's-libber for her time and refuses to be mistreated, undermined, humiliated, demeaned or controlled by any man. However, Belly willingly listens to, looks up to and admires her father or any other man that is able to treat her as an equal as she does not want to be treated as 'property' by any other. She can be quite stubborn when it comes to stating her points, upholding her opinions, and maintaining her ideas. Even though she dreams of adventure, she wishes for a friend that can accept her for who she is, because of everyone in town that criticize her because of how she does her own things and they don't understand why; which makes her feel that she does not fit in but despite this even when people give her a hard time she never changed, but came to a better understanding of herself.

L I K E S

Reading

Adventure

D I S L I K E S

Death

Fighting

F E A R S

Losing a loved one

Marriage

Q U I R K S

Twirling a strand of her hair around her a finger

Humming quietly to herself

Frowning every now and then

: H I S T O R Y

Born on July the 28th in Italy was a young girl named Valentina Ruby Scarsi to her parents, Adam Scarsi and Julietta Scarsi. Being their first born child, they had a huge celebration on the birth of their new born baby. The news hit the town instantly and a huge party was arranged and Valentina was introduced to the fellow family and regular townies that wished them all the best. Her parents first gave her the middle name Ruby as she was born in July; following after the monthly gemstone. Along with her younger sister that was born three years later, Maria Emerald Scarsi. However unfortunately, Julietta died due to maternal death yet Maria continued to live on as a healthy baby. No one to blame, the family of three mourned over the death of the loving mother and wife; the father being more traumatised than ever and put in a position that will forever change his life; looking after two girls alone.

Of course, not having experience with taking care of little girls; nurses were hired and so were maids to look after the two. Though he was never there to watch them take their first step or speak their first word, he has always stayed as close to them as possible and never ever made them do something that they do not enjoy or like. ?And of course, trying to remarry and love another women has never been successful in their household. At the age of eleven and eight, the two girls did NOT like the idea of their father loving another woman. This is where their evil schemes came in to get rid of any woman who was brought into their home. It worked for quite a while and Adam stopped bringing any woman to the house after a while; giving up. Now he only relies on Valentina and Maria.

On Valentina's fifteenth birthday, she had began to mature a little and because of this; her and Maria's relationship suffered. School overtook her priorities rather than playing with dolls and soon she was more fond of books that made her realise there was so much to do in the world that she wants to see.

: C H A R A C T E R 'S . O P I N I O N . O N . T H E . P L A N

Valentina is unsure how she feels with the plan. Worried on how she will react, her father had only told her a week before her eighteenth birthday. A week before the ball. Yes, she'd met many charming princes in her life before but getting married to a complete stranger was new to her.

R E L A T I O N S H I P . W I T H . F A M I L Y

Valentina is definitely close to her father; especially after the death of her mother that she found out about when she turned seventeen. Of course, her curiousity took over her and she wanted to know the truth which her father told both his two girls about, now that they'd both hit maturity. It definitely created a huge impact on the relationship between them all, but only brought them closer.

N A M E

Valentina Ruby Scarsi

G E N D E R

Female

A G E

Eighteen

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

C O U N T R Y

Italy

Realistic or Modern ♂ M a s k e d ♀

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