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Fantasy The Preying Seasons [CS]
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Of Dragon's Blood
Summer's King
Name:
Dagnir Akem, Highest Naga of All
Age: Four-thousand six-hundred twenty-two and a quarter years old.
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homoromantic Bisexual
Role in RP:
Summer-
The Dragon King
Face Claim:
Nils Kuiper
Eye Color:
Aquamarine
Hair Color: Varies
Height/Weight: 5"7
Body Description: He has the markings of the Royal line, which are slight scaling that covers most of his forearms and legs. His hands are humanoid, but are clawed. His toes are as well. He is slim, nith not much discernable muscle mass. This is highly deceptive, for he is a lot stronger than the average human or dragon. His hair is a rebellion, for Kings of his kind are supposed to keep their hair short as a sign of their masculinity. But, then again, Dagnir's existence is a rebellion in itself.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Likes: takin a a rest on his pile piles of gold, helping the dragon mothers hatch their dragonlings, being alive in this time.
Dislikes: Impending Wars, This fucking arranged marriage, the idea that he'd be unhappy with whatever choice he makes because he's being forced to make it.
Strengths:
Cunning
Selfless when needed
Open-Minded
Weaknesses:
Naive
Trusting
Lost
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Personality:
Inner strength is a facet of Dag's personality that we can all learn from. He may not know about everything, but he knows everything about some things and he will stand by that. His truths and beliefs are sacred to him, akin to the likes of his people's rituals. However, he wouldn't force his ideals on anyone else. When he was younger, his many brothers and sisters did not agree with some of his choices. So, he knows exactly how it feels to have those things taken away from him. He'd never be the type to try and do the same thing to anyone else, regardless of their rank to his.
He's often the most silent person in the room. He doesn't mean to observe things this way, that's just how he is. He's also quite thoughtful, making taking time for his people and those that are really special to him. But, though he can be meek there is a domoneeting side to his soul, waiting to be unleashed. He just needs to find some way to balance his gentle grace with his burning passions.
Bio:
Dagnir is the very last of any of his people. He fights a war, waged so long before his hatching. All that are left now are the Dragons.
His family was once fierce and proud, no matter what they chose to do in life. In a perfect world, Dagnir would not have ever have had to become King in the first place--His brother, Drago, would have most likely took that honor. And Dagnir would have happily stepped aside. It was the plague that changed everything for him.
It started small, with his father coming down with a small fever. But that burn spread like wildfire, consuming not only his King, but the rest of his family as well. they were literally burning from the inside out, as slowly as possible. For some reason, Dag stood by, unaffected by it all. It was thought that he was staging some sort of cou' de Gras against his family, but that was quelled quickly. Fenris was dying quicker than his kin, and he had little time to reveal the truth.
Dagnir was half of this realm and half of a realm beyond, called Earth. It was his key to whatever made him immune to this disease. Fenris made Dagnir promise that he would keep their family name alive--and when the time came for him to choose a mate he would choose for the sake of his people. A means to an end.
Within 500 years, he was alone.
Now that the time has come for him to find one worthy enough to be his Kindred, he wonders if he should honor his father's dying wishes and become betrothed for the sake of his family's survival... Or if he should follow what his heart tells him and marry for what he wants. Little does he know, his people are starting to show symptoms of the same plague that wiped the Akem Dynasty out in the blink of a Dragon's eye.
Name:
Dagnir Akem, Highest Naga of All
Age: Four-thousand six-hundred twenty-two and a quarter years old.
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homoromantic Bisexual
Role in RP:
Summer-
The Dragon King
Face Claim:
Nils Kuiper
Eye Color:
Aquamarine
Hair Color: Varies
Height/Weight: 5"7
Body Description: He has the markings of the Royal line, which are slight scaling that covers most of his forearms and legs. His hands are humanoid, but are clawed. His toes are as well. He is slim, nith not much discernable muscle mass. This is highly deceptive, for he is a lot stronger than the average human or dragon. His hair is a rebellion, for Kings of his kind are supposed to keep their hair short as a sign of their masculinity. But, then again, Dagnir's existence is a rebellion in itself.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Likes: takin a a rest on his pile piles of gold, helping the dragon mothers hatch their dragonlings, being alive in this time.
Dislikes: Impending Wars, This fucking arranged marriage, the idea that he'd be unhappy with whatever choice he makes because he's being forced to make it.
Strengths:
Cunning
Selfless when needed
Open-Minded
Weaknesses:
Naive
Trusting
Lost
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Personality:
Inner strength is a facet of Dag's personality that we can all learn from. He may not know about everything, but he knows everything about some things and he will stand by that. His truths and beliefs are sacred to him, akin to the likes of his people's rituals. However, he wouldn't force his ideals on anyone else. When he was younger, his many brothers and sisters did not agree with some of his choices. So, he knows exactly how it feels to have those things taken away from him. He'd never be the type to try and do the same thing to anyone else, regardless of their rank to his.
He's often the most silent person in the room. He doesn't mean to observe things this way, that's just how he is. He's also quite thoughtful, making taking time for his people and those that are really special to him. But, though he can be meek there is a domoneeting side to his soul, waiting to be unleashed. He just needs to find some way to balance his gentle grace with his burning passions.
Bio:
Dagnir is the very last of any of his people. He fights a war, waged so long before his hatching. All that are left now are the Dragons.
His family was once fierce and proud, no matter what they chose to do in life. In a perfect world, Dagnir would not have ever have had to become King in the first place--His brother, Drago, would have most likely took that honor. And Dagnir would have happily stepped aside. It was the plague that changed everything for him.
It started small, with his father coming down with a small fever. But that burn spread like wildfire, consuming not only his King, but the rest of his family as well. they were literally burning from the inside out, as slowly as possible. For some reason, Dag stood by, unaffected by it all. It was thought that he was staging some sort of cou' de Gras against his family, but that was quelled quickly. Fenris was dying quicker than his kin, and he had little time to reveal the truth.
Dagnir was half of this realm and half of a realm beyond, called Earth. It was his key to whatever made him immune to this disease. Fenris made Dagnir promise that he would keep their family name alive--and when the time came for him to choose a mate he would choose for the sake of his people. A means to an end.
Within 500 years, he was alone.
Now that the time has come for him to find one worthy enough to be his Kindred, he wonders if he should honor his father's dying wishes and become betrothed for the sake of his family's survival... Or if he should follow what his heart tells him and marry for what he wants. Little does he know, his people are starting to show symptoms of the same plague that wiped the Akem Dynasty out in the blink of a Dragon's eye.
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gender... Female
sexuality... Heterosexual
role... Human
faceclaim... Samantha Boscarino
eye color... Dark Brown
hair color... Black
height... 5'5"
weight... 117 lbs
body type... Slim
tattoos/piercings... X | O
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dislikes... Thunder Storms | Being Alone | Spiders | Neon Lights | Running
strengths... Loyal | Calm | Kind
weaknesses... Quiet | Pushover | Awkward
personality... Ryann in short is fairly awkward. She's sweet and kind, but when it comes to meeting new people, it's easier to just do the talking for her. She's just....socially awkward. If she knows you well enough, she doesn't have an issue carrying on a conversation, although she might apologize one too many times in fear of bothering the person she's conversing with. She's caring and loyal and does her best to always be there for those she's close to, and willing to help others and meet new people, she just struggles to actually meet them.
Due to this, she's fairly quiet in most situations unless really engaged and passionate about something, otherwise she's a bit of a pushover. Part of it is just that she doesn't mind doing what others want to do and part of it is just that she doesn't really know how to express her wants. As she's grown older, she's gotten better at expressing herself, but she still has a lot of work to do to be able to properly express herself.
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Due to the fact that her parents were never really around and her brother struggled at first while learning how to look out for his curious younger sister, Ryann really struggled to connect to other kids. They all had parents to help teach them how to interact with girls and boys and how to respond to certain situations. All Ryann really had was a brother four years older than her who had his own ideas of how to handle other kids. Usually more aggressive ways then what she preferred.
So, going through school, she was often forgotten by others or bullied by those that actually bothered to take notice of her. Because of this, her brother easily became protective of her, threatening anyone who tried or succeeded to hurt her. Ryann didn't mind for the most part, finding solace in her world of books and music. By the time she was fifteen and her brother was nineteen, her parents had passed, being killed by a hit and run driver. What really bothered her wasn't that her parents were dead, it was the fact that that didn't bother her. But how could it? She hadn't had a proper conversation with her parents for as long as she could remember. They weren't there for her and she didn't really come to know them as parents.
Once she graduated from highschool, Ryann knew she had to change. She was quiet and didn't do well in social situations and if she had any hope of finding a job to make money and provide for herself and repay her brother for looking after her for so long, she needed to be able to converse with strangers without turning into a stuttering mess. So she slowly tried forcing herself into new situations to make her converse with others. As she entered her first year of college, she continued this, having varying successes and failures.
Now at twenty-one, and planning to enter her third year of college, Ryann still struggles to have a normal conversation with brand new people, but at least she doesn't reduce to a stuttering mess before passing out anymore.[/div]
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gender... Female
sexuality... Heterosexual
role... Human
faceclaim... Samantha Boscarino
eye color... Dark Brown
hair color... Black
height... 5'5"
weight... 117 lbs
body type... Slim
tattoos/piercings... X | O
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personality
likes... Books | Coffee | Chocolate | Music | Fuzzy Blanketsdislikes... Thunder Storms | Being Alone | Spiders | Neon Lights | Running
strengths... Loyal | Calm | Kind
weaknesses... Quiet | Pushover | Awkward
personality... Ryann in short is fairly awkward. She's sweet and kind, but when it comes to meeting new people, it's easier to just do the talking for her. She's just....socially awkward. If she knows you well enough, she doesn't have an issue carrying on a conversation, although she might apologize one too many times in fear of bothering the person she's conversing with. She's caring and loyal and does her best to always be there for those she's close to, and willing to help others and meet new people, she just struggles to actually meet them.
Due to this, she's fairly quiet in most situations unless really engaged and passionate about something, otherwise she's a bit of a pushover. Part of it is just that she doesn't mind doing what others want to do and part of it is just that she doesn't really know how to express her wants. As she's grown older, she's gotten better at expressing herself, but she still has a lot of work to do to be able to properly express herself.
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Ryann was born the second child and only daughter to her two parents who honestly, weren't home much. Towards the beginning of her life, she at least had one parent around to look out for her. By the time she hit eight, she was basically being raised by her brother who was only four years older than her. In the long run, the only thing Ryann can say that she learned from her parents was that work is important. Sometimes more important than your family.Due to the fact that her parents were never really around and her brother struggled at first while learning how to look out for his curious younger sister, Ryann really struggled to connect to other kids. They all had parents to help teach them how to interact with girls and boys and how to respond to certain situations. All Ryann really had was a brother four years older than her who had his own ideas of how to handle other kids. Usually more aggressive ways then what she preferred.
So, going through school, she was often forgotten by others or bullied by those that actually bothered to take notice of her. Because of this, her brother easily became protective of her, threatening anyone who tried or succeeded to hurt her. Ryann didn't mind for the most part, finding solace in her world of books and music. By the time she was fifteen and her brother was nineteen, her parents had passed, being killed by a hit and run driver. What really bothered her wasn't that her parents were dead, it was the fact that that didn't bother her. But how could it? She hadn't had a proper conversation with her parents for as long as she could remember. They weren't there for her and she didn't really come to know them as parents.
Once she graduated from highschool, Ryann knew she had to change. She was quiet and didn't do well in social situations and if she had any hope of finding a job to make money and provide for herself and repay her brother for looking after her for so long, she needed to be able to converse with strangers without turning into a stuttering mess. So she slowly tried forcing herself into new situations to make her converse with others. As she entered her first year of college, she continued this, having varying successes and failures.
Now at twenty-one, and planning to enter her third year of college, Ryann still struggles to have a normal conversation with brand new people, but at least she doesn't reduce to a stuttering mess before passing out anymore.[/div]
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It was dark by the time Liam was finally able to break away from his office and focus on patrolling the border they shared with the town of unsuspecting humans. Padding out of his home on the four legs of his wolf form, he took off at a brisk pace, wanting to get this over and done with. While he knew his Beta and trusted friend could handle running the pack while he was gone, he was always filled with unease when he left. It was his job as Alpha to protect his pack and for the longest time he'd been failing at his job.
First starting off at a trot then speeding up to a job, he then took off at a full run, darting through the trees that surrounded his home. Dodging back and forth and jumping over fallen branches and roots, the brunette reached the edge of the forest in no time. Sliding to a stop, he lifted his nose, scenting the area. So far he all he could smell were the humans who lived nearby. That was normal. That was safe. He let out a huff of air and began to weave his large body in and out of the trees, keeping to the shadows so that his black fur was next to invisible to the human eye.
'LEE!'
The sudden shout, made him stumble, causing him to trip over the root he made to step over. Landing with a heavy thump that no doubt caught the attention of a few animals nearby, Liam let out a low growl, making sure it echoed through the mindlink that his younger sister had opened between them. 'What do you want Marissa?' he grumbled, pushing himself to his paws.
'Where are you? Jesse said you took off.'
If Liam could properly roll his eyes while in wolf form without looking like a spastic creature, he would. 'What a smart deduction,' he grumbled back to her, his amber eyes now scanning the are as he began to hear some nearby barks. His ears perked up, listening closer. The last thing they needed was for one of the scouts for their enemies to be this close to them. 'I'm on patrol, now hush. If you need something bother Jesse.' he told her before firmly shutting their link. He didn't need anymore distractions tonight.
The barking was getting louder and he was starting to hear a human calling out. Lunging forward he took off again, hurrying towards the noise. While he was currently staying in his wolf form to better defend his pack against their enemies, Liam knew he was still part human. The voice belonged to a girl and as he got closer he could understand her words. She was calling out for her dog. He hated the fact that these other wolves were trying to pick his pack off one by one and he despised the fact that they were killing the nearby wildlife to send them a message that they were closing in on their location. Skidding to a halt in front of a fence, he frowned, lifting his muzzle into the air once more to detect any other nearby scents.
So far he could only detect the barking dog and its owner, so that was definitely good. He stood there for a moment, scanning the trees on the other side of the property through the fence, checking to make sure there were no threats nearby. Satisfied that there were none, Liam made to turn around only to pause, catching sight of the narrowed eyes of a chocolate lab, barking and snarling at him through the fence. Sending the dog an unamused look at his attempts to threaten him, he turned and made to head back into the darkness of the forest and finish his patrol when the gate to the fence popped open and the dog darted out, heading right for him.
He cursed loudly in his head, basically screaming. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt somebody's dog, but he wasn't about to let it attack him. Jumping back, he avoided the dogs lunge easily. Crouching down he let out a loud snarl, pulling his lips back and showing his sharp canines. This caused the dog to pause, and if he wasn't too busy trying to startle the other animal into submission, he would've sighed in relief. The lab let out another attempt at a growl before Liam's size intimidated him into submission.
Seeing that the dog wasn't going to keep trying to attack him anymore, Liam relaxed his stance and made to try and herd the dog back into his yard only to freeze at the sight of its owner. She had followed her dog out into the dark, and while part of him noted at how stupid the action was considering the animal attacks, Liam couldn't help but admire the bravery she showed, not abandoning her companion to the night. But that wasn't what truly hit him. No, what truly gave him pause was her scent. She held the type of scent that only someone with power could give off. But she held a type of power he didn't recognize, and there was only one type that he didn't know. Out of all the books and journals in his study left to him by the previous Alpha's there was only one type of power that was currently lost and unknown to his pack.
And Liam was almost positive that he'd just found it.
First starting off at a trot then speeding up to a job, he then took off at a full run, darting through the trees that surrounded his home. Dodging back and forth and jumping over fallen branches and roots, the brunette reached the edge of the forest in no time. Sliding to a stop, he lifted his nose, scenting the area. So far he all he could smell were the humans who lived nearby. That was normal. That was safe. He let out a huff of air and began to weave his large body in and out of the trees, keeping to the shadows so that his black fur was next to invisible to the human eye.
'LEE!'
The sudden shout, made him stumble, causing him to trip over the root he made to step over. Landing with a heavy thump that no doubt caught the attention of a few animals nearby, Liam let out a low growl, making sure it echoed through the mindlink that his younger sister had opened between them. 'What do you want Marissa?' he grumbled, pushing himself to his paws.
'Where are you? Jesse said you took off.'
If Liam could properly roll his eyes while in wolf form without looking like a spastic creature, he would. 'What a smart deduction,' he grumbled back to her, his amber eyes now scanning the are as he began to hear some nearby barks. His ears perked up, listening closer. The last thing they needed was for one of the scouts for their enemies to be this close to them. 'I'm on patrol, now hush. If you need something bother Jesse.' he told her before firmly shutting their link. He didn't need anymore distractions tonight.
The barking was getting louder and he was starting to hear a human calling out. Lunging forward he took off again, hurrying towards the noise. While he was currently staying in his wolf form to better defend his pack against their enemies, Liam knew he was still part human. The voice belonged to a girl and as he got closer he could understand her words. She was calling out for her dog. He hated the fact that these other wolves were trying to pick his pack off one by one and he despised the fact that they were killing the nearby wildlife to send them a message that they were closing in on their location. Skidding to a halt in front of a fence, he frowned, lifting his muzzle into the air once more to detect any other nearby scents.
So far he could only detect the barking dog and its owner, so that was definitely good. He stood there for a moment, scanning the trees on the other side of the property through the fence, checking to make sure there were no threats nearby. Satisfied that there were none, Liam made to turn around only to pause, catching sight of the narrowed eyes of a chocolate lab, barking and snarling at him through the fence. Sending the dog an unamused look at his attempts to threaten him, he turned and made to head back into the darkness of the forest and finish his patrol when the gate to the fence popped open and the dog darted out, heading right for him.
He cursed loudly in his head, basically screaming. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt somebody's dog, but he wasn't about to let it attack him. Jumping back, he avoided the dogs lunge easily. Crouching down he let out a loud snarl, pulling his lips back and showing his sharp canines. This caused the dog to pause, and if he wasn't too busy trying to startle the other animal into submission, he would've sighed in relief. The lab let out another attempt at a growl before Liam's size intimidated him into submission.
Seeing that the dog wasn't going to keep trying to attack him anymore, Liam relaxed his stance and made to try and herd the dog back into his yard only to freeze at the sight of its owner. She had followed her dog out into the dark, and while part of him noted at how stupid the action was considering the animal attacks, Liam couldn't help but admire the bravery she showed, not abandoning her companion to the night. But that wasn't what truly hit him. No, what truly gave him pause was her scent. She held the type of scent that only someone with power could give off. But she held a type of power he didn't recognize, and there was only one type that he didn't know. Out of all the books and journals in his study left to him by the previous Alpha's there was only one type of power that was currently lost and unknown to his pack.
And Liam was almost positive that he'd just found it.
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-- the lost king --
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JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Azalea Parsons
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Role in RP: Mermaid Queen
Face Claim: Idk who she is D:
Eye Color: Pale blue
Hair Color: Pink/purple
Height/Weight: 5'6/138lbs
Body Type: Lean
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Ears pierced, Belly ring, Tattoo:
Likes:
Swimming
Fish (like, as pets)
Fried pickles
Dislikes:
Sushi
Dancing (but she knows how)
Soda
Strengths:
Good swimmer
Optimistic
Friendly
Weaknesses:
Running
Being nice to rude people
When on the surface, the sun seems extremely bright
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Personality: Azalea, to the public eye, is the perfect and proper Queen that she was raised and taught to be. She knows all the correct things to do and when to do them, and she doesn't hesitate in the presence of her people. This has gotten her great respect among the many, and that is very important to her. That being said, when you really get to know Azalea in the way that very few people do, you'll find out that she is a rough girl with a sailors mouth. In her private quarters, she is normally very messy and isn't very self-aware. She can be seen as a bit chaotic. She was once taken to a therapist by her mother when she was small, to find the source of her chaos, but ultimately it was determined that there was nothing wrong with her, she just knew how to act in a social situation. This is a big secret among the castle, and because of it only a handful of people are allowed in her quarters. She tends to love with her whole heart but she is suspicious of people, which keeps her from being too naive with her generosity and time.
Bio: Azalea was born a princess in every possible way. Besides actually being a princess, her parents treated her as if she was perfect and could do no wrong. They gave her whatever she wanted, fed her luxurious meals and took her to the finest places money could buy. This of course, while wonderful in many aspects, made Azalea a bit of a brat. On the off chance she couldn't get what she wanted right when she wanted it, she was not afraid to throw a fit to her parents. This being said, she knew how to "play the game", so to speak. She knew she was loved by the people, being the princess, and acted accordingly. Shushed in public by the king or queen? Sure, she seemed fine, but wait until she gets home. It was madness.
This lasted until Azalea was about 10. Her parents were killed in a car accident, one that she is not quite sure was really an "accident". But it put things in perspective for her, and she was the heir to the throne. Things became a lot more "real" for her. She was cut and trimmed for the next eight years to be queen, and part of that was discipline. A lot of members of the castle - even her family members - had hated what a brat she was, and with her parents out of the picture, they made that clear. She was groomed to be perfect, and she became so. At least, to everyone else she seemed like she was, and that was the point.
When she turned 18 she became the Queen, taking the role with great pleasure. During the past eight years her parent's right-hand man had been ruling, but he had done little to keep the kingdom in order. It was in disarray when she took over, and while it was a big project to make things right again and to make the people happy, it was good for her. She earned the love and respect of the people as a Queen, not as a princess. Since, things have been more or less smooth sailing, but now she was in need of a king.
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nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
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the requisite[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow] [div class=box]full name[/div] aquaria narcissa zenik.
[div class=box]nickname[/div] ria (hardly goes by this).
[div class=box]age[/div] twenty one.
[div class=box]gender[/div] cisgender female.
[div class=box]sexuality[/div] heterosexual biromantic.
[div class=box]role[/div] mermaid queen (summer).
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[div class=box]body figure[/div] petite, lanky limbs.
[div class=box]hair[/div] golden blonde waves.
[div class=box]eyes[/div] dark ocean blue.
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[div class=box]personality !![/div] aquaria is the black sheep of her regal family; elegance and class runs through her mother's veins while aquaria is outspoken and curious. the newly crowned queen has the tendency of finding herself in odd situations, being quite clumsy due to the fact she's getting used to have legs instead of her long fish tail. aquaria also has a stubborn side to her, she's not one to follow other people's rules and regulation, and is quite unorthodox about how she goes about find solutions to problems.
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[div class=box]history !![/div]aquaria's mother, aurelia, was once as reckless as her daughter; even having trouble following her like a lost puppy. clarisse had fallen in love with a upcoming rockstar, frankie myers, in the mid seventies. her father, a respectable merman king with wise knowledge, warned his daughter about how fickle human love could be, yet aurelia couldn't care less. the princess spent her time above shore living an emotional rollercoaster, cheering for her rebellious love backstage while high on drugs, alcohol and love. it was only short-lived once frankie had found another blonde dressed in chunky boots and decided that clarisse wasn't the one that fit his "rockstar" look. aurelia was heartbroken with only hatred left that intoxicated her heart like an addictive drug.
for a few years aurelia stayed on land out of embarrassment and regret, lurking in the shadows while posters of frankie were plastered wherever she went with beady eyes. her ears were constantly listening to the latest frankie myers song while her mind harshly flashed old, regrettable memories of their time together. it wasn't until aurelia had heard about her father's death through the whispers of the beached shells she decided to return to underwater home with her ability to love ripped away from her. it was a blur for aurelia afterwards, with aurelia's grieving and withdrawal from the drugs, the newly crowned queen struggled to keep a polite smile on her lips. time felt like nothing for aurelia as she suddenly found herself in the middle of the 100 year old tradition that all of the kingdoms followed. it wasn't long until a human male with silvery blue eyes named gabriel got down on one knee and proposed. aurelia was indifferent about the man that loved her like a child loved it's teddy bear. another two years flew by and aurelia found herself cradling a child gabriel named aquaria, after his grandmother.
aurelia tried her best to be a good mother for her innocent daughter, although she often missed out on the moments every parent dreams of. aquaria had inherited her father's optimistic personality and her mother's recklessness and looks. her father was more predominant in aquaria's life; he was the one that taught her to swim, dance and sing, the long lines of royal blood that ran through her veins and prepared her to be a suitable queen for their kingdom. aquaria's curiosity grew as she developed into a charming woman, albeit trouble followed aquaria like a dark shadow. after the sudden death of her father; she and her stoic mother fought often, especially when it was about aquaria's future. the queen wanted a respectable, wise and mature queen, like aurelia's father, while aquaria wanted to explore and live her life without restraints.
the war between mother and daughter continued for months until aquaria turned twenty one. aurelia was getting weaker as the years went by, like a stone being eroded over time, and was stressed about convincing her daughter about being queen. a black flower was blooming in aurelia's lungs, slowly yet aggressively growing which caused aurelia to cough up crimson blood and whittle into a frail shell. aquaria saw what was becoming of her mother and feeling guilty, she promised her mother to try find love and help the kingdom; yet aquaria, isn't sure where to begin.
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for a few years aurelia stayed on land out of embarrassment and regret, lurking in the shadows while posters of frankie were plastered wherever she went with beady eyes. her ears were constantly listening to the latest frankie myers song while her mind harshly flashed old, regrettable memories of their time together. it wasn't until aurelia had heard about her father's death through the whispers of the beached shells she decided to return to underwater home with her ability to love ripped away from her. it was a blur for aurelia afterwards, with aurelia's grieving and withdrawal from the drugs, the newly crowned queen struggled to keep a polite smile on her lips. time felt like nothing for aurelia as she suddenly found herself in the middle of the 100 year old tradition that all of the kingdoms followed. it wasn't long until a human male with silvery blue eyes named gabriel got down on one knee and proposed. aurelia was indifferent about the man that loved her like a child loved it's teddy bear. another two years flew by and aurelia found herself cradling a child gabriel named aquaria, after his grandmother.
aurelia tried her best to be a good mother for her innocent daughter, although she often missed out on the moments every parent dreams of. aquaria had inherited her father's optimistic personality and her mother's recklessness and looks. her father was more predominant in aquaria's life; he was the one that taught her to swim, dance and sing, the long lines of royal blood that ran through her veins and prepared her to be a suitable queen for their kingdom. aquaria's curiosity grew as she developed into a charming woman, albeit trouble followed aquaria like a dark shadow. after the sudden death of her father; she and her stoic mother fought often, especially when it was about aquaria's future. the queen wanted a respectable, wise and mature queen, like aurelia's father, while aquaria wanted to explore and live her life without restraints.
the war between mother and daughter continued for months until aquaria turned twenty one. aurelia was getting weaker as the years went by, like a stone being eroded over time, and was stressed about convincing her daughter about being queen. a black flower was blooming in aurelia's lungs, slowly yet aggressively growing which caused aurelia to cough up crimson blood and whittle into a frail shell. aquaria saw what was becoming of her mother and feeling guilty, she promised her mother to try find love and help the kingdom; yet aquaria, isn't sure where to begin.
It seemed like it was only yesterday when JD was in America when he first met two boys, one blonde and one brunette, and spent his free time listening to music instead of practicing for a soccer competition. Only a month ago, JD had sent a text message to his American friends standing on top of a skyscraper with a big grin on his lips and a baseball cap with the words "U.S.A is home" written in bold letters. Ever since then, JD had been sending constant messages with his friends; a photo of his new apartment, a picture of his first time going to a record store and a photo of his first time trying American cereal.
The morning sun flooded into the cramped studio apartment, waking JD up from a deep slumber. The male gingerly sat up and allowed a long, satisfying yawn escape his lips while his right hand ruffled through his dark blonde hair. It was common for the Greek male to suffer from a terrible case of bed hair, it came to a point where JD didn't even bother to style his hair anymore and left it to do it's own thing. He climbed out of his bed and dressed himself with the clothes he found on a nearby chair. He swiftly grabbed his phone and clicked on his friend's face before rapidly typing;
"Yo Logan, Do you know any good places for coffee? I can't cook yet."
JD quickly added a smiley face before sending it. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket only a few moments later, the phone illuminated a text that only brightened the male's day. JD rushed around his apartment, grabbing his belongings and raced down the never-ending stairs of his apartment before reaching his car. JD climbed in the driver seat and ignited the car, typing the cafe's address into his phone's GSP. JD paused for a beat, his focus taken away from driving to focus on the little black book that sat idly on the passenger seat next to him, loose napkins and paper poking out of the corners of the book. A nostalgic smile crawled up on his lips as silence filled the car, "About time, buddy." He murmured before pushing down on the pedals and began his drive to the coffee shop.
The drive was short and sweet as JD parked in front of the coffee shop and quickly headed inside, gracefully grabbing his black book with him as he headed inside. The smell of roasted beans stung his nose as his eyes tried to find a familiar face. May as well get something, JD thought to himself as he headed to the counter, ordering himself a chocolate shake in a take away cup. JD leaned against the counter, away from the serving area, as he continued to look around for Logan. Once he received his drink, plastering a friendly smile and a thank you to the waitress, JD pulled out his phone and sent another text, asking where he was.
A childish grin formed on his lips as he saw Logan with group of people all of different shapes and sizes. His pace quickened as JD headed towards the group, placing his arm around Logan's shoulder as a way to surprise him. "Logan! Long time see, no see my man." JD cheered, his gaze flickered to the group when he noticed another familiar face, "Mikey! You haven't changed since high school," JD grinned as he made his way and sat down next to Mike, giving his old friend a fist bump, "I'm Jacob Dafranceschi, JD if you prefer, sorry for interrupting, continue~" The male smiled, taking a sip from his chocolate shake.
The morning sun flooded into the cramped studio apartment, waking JD up from a deep slumber. The male gingerly sat up and allowed a long, satisfying yawn escape his lips while his right hand ruffled through his dark blonde hair. It was common for the Greek male to suffer from a terrible case of bed hair, it came to a point where JD didn't even bother to style his hair anymore and left it to do it's own thing. He climbed out of his bed and dressed himself with the clothes he found on a nearby chair. He swiftly grabbed his phone and clicked on his friend's face before rapidly typing;
"Yo Logan, Do you know any good places for coffee? I can't cook yet."
JD quickly added a smiley face before sending it. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket only a few moments later, the phone illuminated a text that only brightened the male's day. JD rushed around his apartment, grabbing his belongings and raced down the never-ending stairs of his apartment before reaching his car. JD climbed in the driver seat and ignited the car, typing the cafe's address into his phone's GSP. JD paused for a beat, his focus taken away from driving to focus on the little black book that sat idly on the passenger seat next to him, loose napkins and paper poking out of the corners of the book. A nostalgic smile crawled up on his lips as silence filled the car, "About time, buddy." He murmured before pushing down on the pedals and began his drive to the coffee shop.
The drive was short and sweet as JD parked in front of the coffee shop and quickly headed inside, gracefully grabbing his black book with him as he headed inside. The smell of roasted beans stung his nose as his eyes tried to find a familiar face. May as well get something, JD thought to himself as he headed to the counter, ordering himself a chocolate shake in a take away cup. JD leaned against the counter, away from the serving area, as he continued to look around for Logan. Once he received his drink, plastering a friendly smile and a thank you to the waitress, JD pulled out his phone and sent another text, asking where he was.
A childish grin formed on his lips as he saw Logan with group of people all of different shapes and sizes. His pace quickened as JD headed towards the group, placing his arm around Logan's shoulder as a way to surprise him. "Logan! Long time see, no see my man." JD cheered, his gaze flickered to the group when he noticed another familiar face, "Mikey! You haven't changed since high school," JD grinned as he made his way and sat down next to Mike, giving his old friend a fist bump, "I'm Jacob Dafranceschi, JD if you prefer, sorry for interrupting, continue~" The male smiled, taking a sip from his chocolate shake.
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Name: Khristos Drakensoul
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Role in RP: Summer (Dragon) King
Power/Abilities: As a member of the Drakensoul family, he contains the soul of a dragon and a resting appearance of a human. As a result, he is able to transform into a rather large, ferocious dragon at will.
In dragon form, Khristos turns into a large, light gold reptile with bright blue eyes.
Sun beamed onto the chest of a rather bored looking young man. He was laying on a long mahogany table, situated on his side in front of an open window with yet another strategy novel in hand. While his kingdom was no longer a place of war, there was never any harm in being prepared for the worst. The mostly peaceful kingdoms of Spring and Fall posed no current threat, but he was rather concerned about the Winter kingdom. The goblin king had always left him a little uneasy.
Khristos closed his novel with one quick hand motion. The pages held nothing that he didn’t already know, and this frustrated him. Was there nothing else to learn? Were other strategies beyond his reach?
“Aemriel.” Khristos said in a commanding tone. His voice was deep, yet somehow light at the same time. Standing close enough, one could swear they felt a rumble in their chest as he spoke.
The ink residing on his right peck moved to his voice. It wiggled around for a moment before slithering out of his skin, making a popping noise as its body went from 2D to 3D. The space in front of him now contained a beautiful black dragon that was no bigger than a baby sheep “Yes, my liege?” A confident woman’s voice echoed throughout his own head.
“Would you check with Bul’hog, the traveling merchant. See if he has anything new that might please me.” Khristos said as he threw the novel that he had previously been reading behind him, and onto the library floor. Aemriel bowed her head to her king’s words before flying out the nearby open window.
With a sigh, the dragon king rode his finger along the spines of the numerous novels that covered his walls. Honestly, he was just trying to keep himself busy. If he was busy, then he wouldn’t have to think about his bride to be. What if he couldn’t find a woman that liked him? He was often told that he could be a little…unreasonable, and apparently human women didn’t find that very attractive. From what his stories told him, women liked kind men who saved them from towers plagued with dragons. Sadly, he ruled over these dragons, so that was out of the question. Perhaps he could set up a situation where he would save her from a tower of garden gnomes?
Khristos slammed both of his fists against the bookcase, causing a few books to fall from the shelves. No, that was stupid…
Would he have to follow the steps that his father took?
Khristos closed his novel with one quick hand motion. The pages held nothing that he didn’t already know, and this frustrated him. Was there nothing else to learn? Were other strategies beyond his reach?
“Aemriel.” Khristos said in a commanding tone. His voice was deep, yet somehow light at the same time. Standing close enough, one could swear they felt a rumble in their chest as he spoke.
The ink residing on his right peck moved to his voice. It wiggled around for a moment before slithering out of his skin, making a popping noise as its body went from 2D to 3D. The space in front of him now contained a beautiful black dragon that was no bigger than a baby sheep “Yes, my liege?” A confident woman’s voice echoed throughout his own head.
“Would you check with Bul’hog, the traveling merchant. See if he has anything new that might please me.” Khristos said as he threw the novel that he had previously been reading behind him, and onto the library floor. Aemriel bowed her head to her king’s words before flying out the nearby open window.
With a sigh, the dragon king rode his finger along the spines of the numerous novels that covered his walls. Honestly, he was just trying to keep himself busy. If he was busy, then he wouldn’t have to think about his bride to be. What if he couldn’t find a woman that liked him? He was often told that he could be a little…unreasonable, and apparently human women didn’t find that very attractive. From what his stories told him, women liked kind men who saved them from towers plagued with dragons. Sadly, he ruled over these dragons, so that was out of the question. Perhaps he could set up a situation where he would save her from a tower of garden gnomes?
Khristos slammed both of his fists against the bookcase, causing a few books to fall from the shelves. No, that was stupid…
Would he have to follow the steps that his father took?
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Name he goes by: Perceval Abernathy
Birth given name: Reid Renshaw
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight (Closet Bisexual)
Role in RP: Human
A young man watched as raindrops bounced against the glass of the nearby window. He sat at an old wooden desk, his head resting peacefully in his hands. There was no particular reason as to why he was up at this hour; He supposed he just couldn’t sleep. Every time he attempted to close his eyes, unwelcome thoughts began to haunt his mind. At some point, he had gotten up from his bed and moved to where he was now. Perhaps the thoughts would go away if his eyes remained open…
A bolt of lightning flew across the blackened sky before a boom of thunder shook the house. To this, Perceval didn’t even bat an eye. While most were unsettled or afraid of thunder, he found it to be rather calming. He shut his eyes and focused on the crashes that the raging thunderstorm brought with it, enjoying every moment of it.
Before long, he heard the door to his rather shabby room creak open. A small sniffling could be heard behind the sound, and Perceval knew who it was instantly. He turned to see a small girl with beautiful long blonde hair and adventurous blue eyes. Small tears streaked down her cheeks and her usual blinding smile was replaced with a slight frown.
“Did the thunder wake you?” Perceval whispered as he opened his arms, welcoming the young girl into them. She nodded sadly as she crawled into his lap, cuddling against his chest as he held her gently in his arms. One hand stroked her long hair, trying to calm the poor girl. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you…” He cooed.
“S-sing me a song for me Percy…pretty please?” The girl managed to choke out. She buried her face into the man’s chest, grabbing his shirt tightly in fear as another pang of thunder rang throughout the room. Perceval smiled softly at the request. It was one that that Emilee made often, but it still never ceased to surprise him since he believed his singing wasn’t too good.
Perceval cleared his throat before he began to quietly sing a slow and soft version of Dream a Little Dream of Me by The Mamas and The Papas. It was Emilee’s most favorite song in the whole world, and it never failed to calm her. “Stars shining bright above you…night breezes seem to whisper I love you…birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me…”
…
His singing was gentle and light, like it always was. He made it about halfway through the song before he heard a little snore coming from the bundle in his arms. It was then that he realized he made quite the grave decision. How was he going to get up from the chair now…?
A bolt of lightning flew across the blackened sky before a boom of thunder shook the house. To this, Perceval didn’t even bat an eye. While most were unsettled or afraid of thunder, he found it to be rather calming. He shut his eyes and focused on the crashes that the raging thunderstorm brought with it, enjoying every moment of it.
Before long, he heard the door to his rather shabby room creak open. A small sniffling could be heard behind the sound, and Perceval knew who it was instantly. He turned to see a small girl with beautiful long blonde hair and adventurous blue eyes. Small tears streaked down her cheeks and her usual blinding smile was replaced with a slight frown.
“Did the thunder wake you?” Perceval whispered as he opened his arms, welcoming the young girl into them. She nodded sadly as she crawled into his lap, cuddling against his chest as he held her gently in his arms. One hand stroked her long hair, trying to calm the poor girl. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you…” He cooed.
“S-sing me a song for me Percy…pretty please?” The girl managed to choke out. She buried her face into the man’s chest, grabbing his shirt tightly in fear as another pang of thunder rang throughout the room. Perceval smiled softly at the request. It was one that that Emilee made often, but it still never ceased to surprise him since he believed his singing wasn’t too good.
Perceval cleared his throat before he began to quietly sing a slow and soft version of Dream a Little Dream of Me by The Mamas and The Papas. It was Emilee’s most favorite song in the whole world, and it never failed to calm her. “Stars shining bright above you…night breezes seem to whisper I love you…birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me…”
…
His singing was gentle and light, like it always was. He made it about halfway through the song before he heard a little snore coming from the bundle in his arms. It was then that he realized he made quite the grave decision. How was he going to get up from the chair now…?
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Titus Valentine
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Species: Human
Age: 21
Gender: Agender, Male-Aligned
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Human
Age: 21
Gender: Agender, Male-Aligned
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Human
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Hair color: Titus has wispy, oaken hair that they take great pride in caring for.
Eye color: In contrast to his generally gentle, mild nature, Titus has intense, gunmetal grey eyes.
Body Modifications: Up and down his left harm, Titus has a total of about eleven tattoos, including a raven, an ominous face, palm leaves, a winding dragon, a three-eyed cat, a crescent moon, an ace of clubs, a portrait of his bulldog Wendy, a copy of a handwritten note from his sister, and a map of the world. His neck has an expansive tattoo of a winged creature with a heart with an eye on it for a body, a fish for the head, and long wings that reach up to both of his ears. He has two piercings beside his left eyebrow, four cartilage piercings, and one nose ring.
Height/Weight: 5'10, 170 lbs
Body Type: Titus is long, lanky, and a bit awkward looking. He notably has a two scars under his chest from top surgery.
Zodiac: Titus is a Virgo.
Eye color: In contrast to his generally gentle, mild nature, Titus has intense, gunmetal grey eyes.
Body Modifications: Up and down his left harm, Titus has a total of about eleven tattoos, including a raven, an ominous face, palm leaves, a winding dragon, a three-eyed cat, a crescent moon, an ace of clubs, a portrait of his bulldog Wendy, a copy of a handwritten note from his sister, and a map of the world. His neck has an expansive tattoo of a winged creature with a heart with an eye on it for a body, a fish for the head, and long wings that reach up to both of his ears. He has two piercings beside his left eyebrow, four cartilage piercings, and one nose ring.
Height/Weight: 5'10, 170 lbs
Body Type: Titus is long, lanky, and a bit awkward looking. He notably has a two scars under his chest from top surgery.
Zodiac: Titus is a Virgo.
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Likes: Titus loves a cool coca cola. While that may seem simple, it's hard to argue with how a cold beverage feels sliding down your throat on a hot summer afternoon. He also loves his sweet bulldog, Wendy, and spends as much time with her as possible (giving her walkies and belly rubs). Girls are both his greatest love, and his most powerful weakness.
Dislikes: Nothing makes Titus angrier than people abusing their power to hurt those weaker than them. For very personal reasons, he also hates alcohol and drunk-driving, and is always ready to offer his drunk friends a ride home if the need arises. He has no patience for bigots, though.
Strengths: Titus is a fantastic listener, and is always prepared to lend a kind ear to someone in need. His superpower is his empathy, and he uses it to understand people that others don't. Say what you will about him, but he has a high pain tolerance, whether that pain be physical or emotional.
Weaknesses: Titus can't really help himself, cute girls make him go crazy. He can barely talk to girls, and has never had a girlfriend because of this. They turn him into a huge, blushing mess of sweat and anxiety. When he was around ten, he broke his right leg and it never healed quite right. Anyone wanting to do him harm would just need a good hard blow at it and he'd be down for the count. His greatest weakness, though, is his dysphoria, which can be crippling at times. Being late on his T injection makes him moody, irritable, and depressed. Heights also tend to freak him out.
Relationships: (N/A)
Dislikes: Nothing makes Titus angrier than people abusing their power to hurt those weaker than them. For very personal reasons, he also hates alcohol and drunk-driving, and is always ready to offer his drunk friends a ride home if the need arises. He has no patience for bigots, though.
Strengths: Titus is a fantastic listener, and is always prepared to lend a kind ear to someone in need. His superpower is his empathy, and he uses it to understand people that others don't. Say what you will about him, but he has a high pain tolerance, whether that pain be physical or emotional.
Weaknesses: Titus can't really help himself, cute girls make him go crazy. He can barely talk to girls, and has never had a girlfriend because of this. They turn him into a huge, blushing mess of sweat and anxiety. When he was around ten, he broke his right leg and it never healed quite right. Anyone wanting to do him harm would just need a good hard blow at it and he'd be down for the count. His greatest weakness, though, is his dysphoria, which can be crippling at times. Being late on his T injection makes him moody, irritable, and depressed. Heights also tend to freak him out.
Relationships: (N/A)
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The old ferris wheel creaked to a slow and uncomfortable stop at it's highest point. Something had gone wrong, the stupid old machine must have jammed or something. Figures, this thing was older than his grandfather. Titus quickly became anxioius. He had never been a fan of heights, not since he dropped from the top of that tree all those years ago. He could hear his own heart beating in his ear, and anxiety began to build up in him. He had horrifying thoughts of the old cart dropping to the floor and going splat against the cold brick-paved walkways with him in it. All rationality and tranquility escaped his body through the soles of his shoes, and he screamed down to his friends below. "Get me the fuck down from here! Please!"
"Stay calm, Titus, we're doing our best! Do those breathing exercises you learned in band camp!" his friend Rachel yelled back up to him, while his brother and other friends stood to the side. They were all watching in horror as the teenager running the ferris wheel tried his best to get it moving again. It was clear: he had no idea what he was doing. The zit faced kid was pulling all kinds of complex levers and pushing every button on the console, but nothing would make the ride come back to life.
Titus was in full panic mode now. He hadn't even noticed as it started to rain, nor did he pay any mind to the pretty girl in the ride next to him. When he first got on, being put next to her made him a bundle of nerves. Now, he was still a bundle of nerves, but for an entirely different reason. His legs had turned to jelly, and his arms were shaking so badly the girl next to him could feel them. He tried his best to take Rachel's advice and do the breathing exercises, but nothing was working. Until his feet touched earth again, he knew he was going to be a total wreck.
Back on the ground, Todd had ran out of patience. He wanted his brother off that thing now, and stomped off to go get the cranky old man who knew he ferris wheel like the back of his hand. He found him sitting in a little orange tent to the side, watching the whole thing go down and chuckling to himself. His beer gut lifted and fell with every laugh.
"Do you think this is funny? My brother is up there on your shitty old machine, and he's terrified. How the hell do we get him down from there?" He snapped, stepping closer to the old man. If he attacked him, the old guy stood no chance. Todd was a big fucker, built like a brick shithouse with two dump-truck arms. The old man would be screwed.
"The old girl breaks down every year at least once, but she's done it four or five times this year. Always scares the crap out of the poor kids on her. Something's different in the air, can you feel it?" The old man looked him in the eye. He was right, something did feel different this year, but Todd didn't care about that.
"I don't give a shit. Get him down from there. Now." He took a step closer to the old man, who began to look a little nervous.
"Alright, alright. Let me go get 'im down from there. No need to get violent." The old geiser slipped past Todd, walking faster than you'd expect someone of his age to walk, and shoved the miserable teenager out of the way. Within ten seconds, the ferris wheel roared back to life and lowered Titus back to the ground.
"Are you alright?" asked Rachel, with concern in her voice. Titus still had the legs of a newborn baby calf, so she gave him her shoulder for support and led him to a bench so that he could calm down.
He took a moment to calm down and catch his breath. When he finally did, he nodded. "I'm fine. L-let's just go get something to eat."
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Titus has a very gentle, relaxed soul. He's the kind of person you'd want to talk to about your problems and maybe go on a long walk with. This good-nature has put him in situations where people have very easily been able to manipulate him, particularly girls he's found himself inexplicably in love with. He's a sucker for a girl with a pretty face and a sad story. He's ready to make friends with pretty much anyone, whether they have his best intentions in mind or not. It's not uncommon for him to approach people sitting all by themselves to offer his friendship and a good listening ear. While he can't talk to pretty girls to save his life, he's been friends with many just by listening to their problems when no one else would. He's a highly empathetic person, an open book who wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see. The festival is his favorite time of the year, because it's when he finally get's all of his friends in one place to hang out and have fun. However, he has a sinking feeling in his gut that this year is going to be very different than the others.
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Titus, born [dead name omitted], was one of four siblings in an upper-middle class family. His mother was a nurse, and his father was a lawyer. Despite living a life of financial privilege many kids could not afford, Titus grew up deeply unhappy. From a young age, Titus felt othered by his peers. When he got in trouble for refusing to sit with the girls in PE, or scolded for being in the boys bathroom, he couldn't understand what was wrong with him. It wasn't uncommon for him to feel this great pit open up in his stomach that would hollow him out or make him feel sick. It wasn't until later that he came to the realization he wasn't a girl at all. When he was ten, he climbed the tallest tree in the playground to prove he was just as tough as any guy. This ended about as well as one would expect, and one loose branch sent him tumbling to the earth. His leg broke, and it never healed quite right, leaving it very vulnerable. At fourteen, he came out as a male aligned agender person to his parents. While they didn't understand entirely, they loved him nonetheless and did everything in their power to make him happy. He started testosterone a year later, which was also subsequently the year he met his first love. Rachel Alveraz was a girl in his second hour English class, and became the center of his world, even though he couldn't muster up the courage to talk to her. She did all the talking in their friendship, and that was good enough for him. Though this crush fizzled out overtime, she didn't leave his life, and they remained friends all the way up until the present day. Rachel was one of the few girls that Titus could talk to, after six years. The only person he was closer to than her was his oldest brother, Todd. Todd was the first person Titus came out to, and he felt so lucky to have him. The amount of love and acceptance given to him by his brother was almost suffocating at times, but he knew he meant well. Everything Todd did, he did out of love for his siblings, especially Titus. In some ways, he became like a second father-figure to him.
The most traumatic event in Titus' life happened when he was 17. His littlest sister, Lucy, who was 15 at the time, left with some friends to catch a movie. On the way home, a drunk-driver t-boned the car Lucy was in, killing all four passengers instantly. The day it happened, she had written a note to Titus asking him if he could help her with her math homework when she got home, with a little ':-p' face at the bottom. Distraught, and worried that he would somehow lose the letter, he got an idea in his head, and brought it up to his older brother. Without their parents' consent, Todd took Titus to get his first tattoo, an exact replica of Lucy's note to him above his wrist, so that he could carry a part of her with him always.
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FINAL LIST
Dragon King: Dagnir Akem (
athereal
) x Ryann Matthews (
izayoiix
)
Elf Queen: ellie zara zanders (
r e i
) x Titus Valentine (
Sapphic
)
Goblin King: Malvyn (
taliaangeni
) x Arianna Faye Zabielski (
apolla
)
Mermaid Queen: Azalea Parsons (
JustAlexandra
) x Perceval Abernathy (
NightMoves
)
Thanks to everyone! If spots open up and you're still interested, feel free to tell me that way I can keep you in mind
Dragon King: Dagnir Akem (
athereal
) x Ryann Matthews (
izayoiix
)Elf Queen: ellie zara zanders (
r e i
) x Titus Valentine (
Sapphic
)Goblin King: Malvyn (
taliaangeni
) x Arianna Faye Zabielski (
apolla
)Mermaid Queen: Azalea Parsons (
JustAlexandra
) x Perceval Abernathy (
NightMoves
)Thanks to everyone! If spots open up and you're still interested, feel free to tell me that way I can keep you in mind
