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            semi-literate to literate role play
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            this is a fantasy, arranged marriage, action / adventure, civil war genre based RP
            inspired by an idea unrelated_note's had while in another arranged marriage RP.

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE PROTECTIVE GUARD


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Nyx Aidoni

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab 24, nearing 25

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Female

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Nyx was once born into a noble and loyal family, consisting of a father, who was a high-ranking knight; a mother, who was a lady-in-waiting; and two younger siblings, who were a set of fraternal twins, brother and sister. When her mother betrayed her family and allowed an assassin to enter undetected into the castle, her family was shamed. Her mother was labeled a traitor and forever banished from the First and Second Kingdoms, while her father was stripped of his honorable title. Yet, the king was lenient to her father and his children, allowing them to stay in the First Kingdom. Although they had lost everything and was despised throughout their lives, her father remained loyal working for the royals as a soldier for war.

                tab tab As time passed, Nyx matured rapidly, disregarding the normal life of a child. She raised her siblings herself, becoming very protective, almost borderline possessive of them as they were insulted and bullied every waking hour by the townsmen. One day, when the two year old twins were about to get an overdue haircut, the barber refused to allow them in. He threatened the three, waving his lethal scissor and shaving razor sporadically. Fearing for her siblings’ safety, fourteen year old Nyx threw herself in front of them, shielding them from the attack. The barbershop floor pooled with blood as the scissor was jammed into her left eye. Locks of her once shoulder length hair fell into the puddle. Clutching the flowing wound, she glared at the man accusingly as her siblings shouted and cried, fearfully grasping her legs. Gossip spread like wildfire, disapproving of the man’s actions. When word got to her father who was in the royal training grounds, he rushed to his children and swiftly brought his daughter to the royal healer.

                tab tab With the loss of her left eye, the townspeople gradually lessened their insults and harsh treatment. Her father, fearing for another incident, began training her in the ways of knighthood. As she showed her fierce aptitude in fighting, especially with claw gauntlets and protection, her father recommended Nyx as a Royal Guard to the king. The king was initially reluctant due to her mother’s betrayal, but yielded, setting certain tests that she needed to pass before becoming a true Royal Guard. So, Nyx was sent to a training camp at age sixteen.

                tab tab There, she was trained till her bones creaked and body was littered with bruises. Even though she had many opportunities to quit and at times was close to giving up, she pushed through each obstacle, determined to become stronger so she can protect the ones she calls hers. The king watched as she passed the majority of the challenges his trainers threw at her, never once complaining about the increase in harshness of each event. She battled opponent after opponent, sometimes failing but always trying. Many acknowledged her and her skills, yet her mother’s betrayal still stained her family, leaving some to question her loyalty as she trained to become a Royal Guard. With each insult and mockery, she would train twice as hard, often winding up unconscious in the infirmary with her family worrying over her health and extensive bruises.

                tab tab Within the span of four grueling harsh years, she was finally worthy to be appointed a Royal Guard. During the ceremony, once again, gossip flew through the kingdom as people questioned her ascension to such a high rank in little time. Ignoring the comments, her four year long instructor, smiling, entrusted her with metal-plated black chrome claw gauntlets, hoping they would be useful to her in the future. After the ceremony, her distrust towards those her age and older stinted her ability to converse with the other graduating members. Unable able to fully interact with the rest, she politely and softly congratulated them and swiftly walked toward her family, pulling her eight year old siblings into a hug. Her father, so proud of his daughter’s accomplishment, gifted her with their only heirloom, two gold earrings and a gold ear cuff, which traditionally was given from father to son.

                tab tab That night, with whatever money they had on their person, they feasted and relaxed, having not felt so content and happy in a long, long time. Her father enraptured his children with his adventures during his time as a high ranking knight, tales of loyalty and protection. He enthusiastically explained the five princes and princesses. When the moon was high in the starry sky, Nyx bid her father goodnight with a hug and gently carried the exhausted twins to their shared bedroom. Once settled in, the younger ones cuddled to the eldest and the family rested well with hypnotic dreams and fantasies.

                tab tab The next day, the king ordered two Royal Guards to shadow Nyx in her duties. Nyx, determined to prove her value, completed each errand without a complaint. Her days fell into a routine: wake up, run errands, chat with her two guards whom she’s come to trust very well, have lunch, run more errands, go home, cook dinner, play with her siblings, bid her father ‘good night’, tuck the twins into bed, and sleep. It was after four years, seven months, and 2 weeks, till she was finally promoted to a Royal Guard for royalty.

                tab tab Spring had come. Nyx, with her two guards, was running an errand, delivering important research to the royal healer. Yet, even though it was the season of life, it seemed Fate had another idea. In the royal gardens, one of the young princes played with his nanny watching over him. It was a peaceful, innocent scene, but Nyx felt a horrid chill. Narrowing her eyes, she scanned the vicinity and saw a small glint in one of the trees. Quickly, she dropped the papers and rushed to the young master, pushing him away from the attack. Nyx gasped and coughed as blood flowed down her chin. Looking down, she saw an arrow protruding from her ribcage. Nyx set her hand on the shaft of the arrow and snapped it off, grimacing at the pain. Throwing the broken arrow aside, she ordered her friends to guard the young prince with his nanny. Once her claw gauntlets were securely in place, she rushed off, chasing after the assassin.

                tab tab When the assassin came up to a dead end, he faced her with his daggers drawn. Nyx brandished her weapons, steadying herself as she coughed more blood. Thinking her defense was weakened, the assassin leaped at Nyx, his dagger heading straight towards her chest. Nyx swiftly staggered away, rotating around to face the offender before lashing her claws at his unprotected back. The clothing tore and the assassin hissed as light cuts form from the chrome nails. Pivoting back to face Nyx, the assassin observed his opponent. Nyx coughed up more globs of blood as the wound bled. Grimacing the pain away, she positioned her stance and motioned the intruder to attack. Knowing that she wasn’t going to last long, the assassin attacked left and right. Nyx blocked most of the attacks and, in a blink of an eye, thrust her talons into the assassin’s abdomen, grazing the lower rib cage and fracturing the weakest bone. Yanking her claws out of her opponent, Nyx stumbled back, gasping for air as her lungs filled with more blood. The assassin grabbed his dripping wound, a small trail of blood seeping out from behind his lip. He glared at her, but smirked when he saw her sink to the floor with her hand pounding on her chest. Shuffling his hands, the assassin threw two smoke bombs at Nyx, thus cutting off more of her air supply as she was forced to inhale the smoke.When the air cleared, the assassin was gone. Blinking sluggishly, Nyx dropped her hands to her side as her eyesight blurred. The last thing she saw were her two guards rushing towards her falling body.

                tab tab Waking up, Nyx noticed she was in the infirmary once again. Sighing, she gathered her thoughts. Errand, assassin, battle, unconsciousness. She looked down and rubbed her fingers over the still-new and over-sensitive scar on her ribcage. The door opened and her fellow guards halted, gaping at their now awake companion. In a flurry of limbs, the two rushed out; one calling for the healer, the other for the king. When the healer came in, Nyx learned that she had been unconscious of a three days. She asked about the condition of the prince she protected and the healer replied that he was fine. Satisfied, Nyx leaned back on the bed.

                tab tab Four days passed till the king summoned Nyx. There, the king spoke of his appreciation for her protecting one of his younger sons and promoted her to a Royal Guard for the middle princess of the Second Kingdom. He briefed her of her duty and sent her away. Bowing, Nyx swore on her siblings’ lives that she would do all that was in her power to protect the princess.

                tab tab After a week of supervision, Nyx was finally allowed to journey to the Second Kingdom. During her last day in the First Kingdom, Nyx stayed with her family. Her twins cried and refused to let her leave, but after coaxing and reassuring them of her safety, they accepted their mother-like-figure’s duty and wished her safe return. Her father pulled her into a hug, wishing for her safety. Leaving kisses on her family’s cheeks, she adjusted her bag and boarded the flying ship.

                tab tab Arriving at the Second Kingdom’s castle after two days, Nyx was escorted to the king’s hall. There, Nyx handed the document to the king’s advisor and knelt. The king, after reading the letter, welcomed Nyx to his kingdom and ordered the guards to escort her to her chambers. Thanking the king, Nyx followed the guards and entered her room, thanking the guards. After placing her belongings appropriately, Nyx glanced out her window, thinking about her family. Sighing, she wished them a good night and climbed into the unfamiliar bed. After mentally preparing herself for the next day, Nyx closed her eyes and slept.

                Person to guard⇘⇘
                tab tab The Middle Princess

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Family redemption
                tab tab Secure future for her siblings
                tab tab Acceptance
                tab tab Children/Family
                tab tab Night
                tab tab Training/Sparing
                tab tab Birds (especially nightingales)

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Betrayal
                tab tab Gossip
                tab tab Abuse
                tab tab Insults

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab She habitually sings when cooking.
                tab tab She cannot sew for her life.
                tab tab She trusts those younger than her easily.
                tab tab She has mother issues.
                tab tab Even though she adores children, Nyx is reluctant to have any because of fear of becoming her mother.
                tab tab She is terrified of losing her siblings and leaving burdens for her family/next generation.

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE ENIGMATIC ASSASSIN


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Zerxes Kyvac, better known as “Four”

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab Unknown, Last recorded age: 36

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Male

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Majority of his past is unknown except his interaction with Nyx. He is the assassin she stabbed with her clawed gauntlets. Other than that, darkness shrouds the man's history. Only those he deems worth are allowed to know about him. So far, there has only been one who requested to be killed by Zerxes, who did as was wished out of respect.

                Person to kill⇘⇘
                tab tab The Youngest Princess

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab His obsessions
                tab tab Silence
                tab tab Knowledge

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Aggravations
                tab tab Disrespect
                tab tab Extreme optimists

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab He has a metal plated “IV” embedded into his chest.
                tab tab He loves to travel and explore the City of Ember and Verge of the World.
                tab tab He has a split personality.

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Vicious Carnivore

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE BLOOD-HUNGRY ASSASSIN


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab "Rabid Beast" Reyhan, formerly Nahald

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab 23 or 24. Maybe. Seriously, who’s counting?

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Male

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Nahald was born as a b*****d of bastards among a group of gypsies. Ashamed of this particular pregnancy, a mark of an assault, his mother gave birth to him in secret. Only her husband knew of it. Neither wanted anything to do with the child of a townsman who had raped Nahald’s birth mother, thinking her a slut because of her lifestyle. Her husband spitefully named him Nahald, or "secret, secretive". They abandoned him on the edges of the Verge of the World, where he was found by a very young Izsleii. Not knowing what else to do with this bundle of human flesh who was quickly becoming more annoying than interesting, he choose instead to leave the baby to a pack of Varrics, creatures that were a cross between apes and wild cats. At the time it was a joke, but the child Izsleii told the baby if the older boy ever saw the baby again, Izsleii would give it a name.

                tab tab By a vote of sheer luck by fate, Nahald was actually taken in by a nursing Varric queen. Having never actually seen a human before, Nahald was a strange creature to this pride of Varrics. So Nahald grew up in the viciousness and competitiveness of Varric lifestyle. Although he lacked many things (fur, claws), he was every bit as feral and ruthless as any of the other fellows in his Varric litter. In the end, he truly was more beast than human. Never one to settle for less and always aiming for more, he sought out other beasts. The Uni'als, the Lais, the Harem're'es, etc. All beast tribes, and none from the deeper parts of the Verge where the true powerful monsters and deadly spirits lived. And this came into conflict with none other than Izsleii himself.

                tab tab And as promised, a surprised Izsleii named him Reyhan the next time he saw him. At the time, it hadn't really mattered. But every time they met or came into contact, Izsleii would address him as Reyhan. And this stuck to him somewhere in the back of his mind. No matter what kind of situation, they would always end up on opposing sides. But it was these prolonged contacts and influences that formed the basis of Reyhan’s attempts of human language and mannerisms. One day after losing a fight to Izsleii, Reyhan had escaped and stumbled to the very edges of the Verge of the World. Thirteen years had passed since being abandoned, and fate dictated that Reyhan stumble to the edge of the Verge just as the gypsy caravan of his parents pass.

                tab tab The gypsies took the filthy, wild Reyhan in and tended his injuries. Communication was halting at best with the boy’s limited language, but was there nevertheless. They asked him what his name was, but it only served to confuse him. What was a “name”? Over time, he questioningly answered that he was “Reyhan”, what stupid-dog-Izsleii was always calling. It seemed right; as a “name” seemed to be something these “humans” called each other to identify which to which. It made sense, as they couldn’t tell the difference from smell. The gypsies spent about 2 weeks taking care of Reyhan and tolerating his curious scrutiny. In the progress, his speaking and mannerism became more human-like, yet still retained a feral edge. It was after they managed to clean him that the chaos really started.

                tab tab The mother of Nahald and her husband immediately recognized him when his features were brought to light. Pale gold eyes that marked him strange just as it marked his birth mother strange. In the chaos, Reyhan only recognized the words “his mother” and “father”. They seemed to deem that these two people who given him bread and introduced their two sons were his parents. Something impossible in Reyhan’s eyes, Varric litters were raised communally so fathers never mattered. Also, he and his litter-mates had already eaten their Varric mother, as was customary. The man then attacked, so Reyhan did what he had to.

                tab tab He killed the man.

                tab tab And something changed in Reyhan as he killed the man. Many things opened up in his mind, including the possibility that perhaps this man he just killed—this “human” who Reyhan looked like more than any Varric—could possibly be his father. And it was exciting. This red blood on his hands was different from just any beast or creature. It was special blood, HUMAN blood. So, he kept killing. The woman screaming at him, the two sons, the old woman, the men with the sharp sticks and strange metal devices, the woman with the sparkly fingers, and the women. And he had NEVER, EVER seen such a beautiful shade of red. He tasted and drank it, painted with it, smeared it around, splashed it in, and just had the time of his life.

                tab tab Humans just had a certain draw to Reyhan. At first he remained in the Verge, consorting with the Beasts and fighting while making short trips out to small villages along the edges of the Verge. Venturing out more and more often, he one day left the Verge altogether to journey through the human’s world. Wreaking havoc, chaos, and violence everywhere he went for his own amusement and obsession with blood and humankind in general, he started attracting followers. Soon, he had a small cult, each individual following him for their own reasons. Nevertheless, they were useful and amusing and obedient, so Reyhan let them follow him. Over years, it was like he had gained a human skin, though his beast upbringing still showed through. The more well-known he became for his massacres and brutality, the more attention he gained. Not only did people come after him for a bounty (he killed them), people also tried to kill him to protect their loved ones (he killed them and their loved ones) and some even came hoping to direct him for their own purposes (he really enjoyed pulling their entrails around).

                tab tab The ones who REALLY interested him were the humans who offered him “jobs”. They brought up special opportunities and gave presents. Good presents. Strong humans for him to toy with, luxurious foods of the like he’s never known, supplies, and most importantly, information. Take his latest job offer for example.

                tab tab This (for now nameless) organization, one that did not associate with as often as others, had offered him a good deal for killing the oldest Princess of the Second Kingdom and the information to do it.

                tab tab So how could he say no to a chance to get to play with Royal blood? He may even find some new toys among these Royal Guards the monarchs claim to be the best of the best of warriors.

                Person to kill ⇘⇘
                tab tab Oldest Princess

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ✔ Human blood. As of late he's been in the mood to try some new flavors, resulting in his intense interest in royal blood. He wants to play with it.
                tab tab ✔ Meat
                tab tab ✔ Entertainment
                tab tab ✔ Strong humans to play with. He wants more lasting toys as most of his seem to break over a short time
                tab tab ✔ To kill people. To him, there is nothing more intimate than the relationship between a murderer and those he has murdered. Therefore, he's actually pretty picky of who he kills.
                tab tab ✔ Riddles. Reno has an extreme fondness for riddles. For his favorite toys, he'll even make deals and play games involving riddles.

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ✘ People getting in his way or oppose him
                tab tab ✘ Dogs. Both the beast and human kind alike. Disgusting creatures.
                tab tab ✘ Being alone. Then who does he have to kill? (At this point, it usually means he starts killing and tormenting animals)
                tab tab ✘ Being ordered around. He answers to no one, unlike that stupid dog Izsleii
                tab tab ✘ Weak, broken toys. They become boring very easily
                tab tab ✘ Mundane games.
                tab tab ✘ Riddles used twice. It especially pisses him off.
                tab tab ✘ Being at a disadvantage, being helpless


                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab ☠ It is amusing for a human to hide behind a mask. Humans are amusing like that. But Reyhan tends to be wary of masks with the faces of humans, but hides a beast.
                tab tab ☠ Reyhan has raped some his victims before, and usually ends up killing them in the process.
                tab tab ☠ He’s hoping that the other assassins fail to kill the Royals and Royal Guards. That way, he can kill them all. It would definitely be more fun. He has no qualms on just killing anybody he comes across. In fact, he’s hoping for it.
                tab tab ☠ Reyhan hates drinking alcohol. He’s a lightweight, and he how easily alcohol knocks him out or inhibits peaks his fear of being at a disadvantage and helpless.
                tab tab ☠ He has a habit of experimenting with herbal and chemical drugs. Preferably, on human subjects to get the most detailed results. Surprisingly, he’s actually pretty thorough and systematic when experimenting. More than a hobby than anything else, he keeps his experimentations to himself save for his victims and those who he sometimes gets his subjects from.


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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE CONTRADICTORY GUARD


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Izsleii C. Khinn

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab 29, soon to be 30

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Male

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Izsleii, or Izzy, is someone who desires everything yet anything, and nothing at the same time. By nature, he is a very contrary, inconsistent, unpredictable, and at times undependable person. Before, he went where he wanted when he wanted, only participating in things, events, and people he deemed interesting. An example would be how his origin, the story of his birth, is a haze even to him only because of his lack of interest in that area. Instead, his earliest memories were of Verge of the World and its inhabitants. One could even say he was practically raised in that strange place—always going in and out—resulting in his strangeness, disturbing views, lack of understanding in social situations, and his twisted sense of judgment. He is very proud of his own strangeness, but doesn't like to admit he doesn't know the Verge of the World nearly as well as people seemed to think he does. All this is kept behind a suspicious ever smiling yet watchful expression, half-truths, and meaningful silences.

                tab tab Although his early years were spent more in the Verge of the World and the establishments near it, his later years were centered in metropolises of human civilization and mostly in the First Kingdom. He sought only to entertain and challenge himself. The life and death of others were of no great consequence. Hell, even his own life and death seemed to have little value to him. Sometimes cautious, sometimes a risk-taker. At times refusing to participate, at times throwing himself into something in a rightly headstrong manner. Izsleii worked mostly as a mercenary and bounty hunter to gain money while pledging loyalty to no one, no god, and no kingdom. Extra cash was made in the underground fighting rings and gambling. As he grew, he made quite a name for himself as a temperamental fighter.

                tab tab When he hit 17, he was “recruited” into the army by a former member of the Royal Guard. Too old for service, Hirutme Khinn had become a trainer for soldiers and warriors. Seeing great potential in Izsleii, he hounded on the young man to leave his shadier of expertise and forced the boy headfirst into his custom training regimen. Although the two bickered (Hirutme finding Izsleii a strange weirdo and Izsleii thought Hirutme was a stick in the mud, not at all interesting), the two did form a strong bond. So when Izsleii moved up the ladder of power within the army (he found the twisted politics within the palace and the power struggle deliciously entertaining), Hirutme was as proud as any father. Not that he would ever admit it, he was a cranky old geezer. Eventually, Izsleii took up Hirutme's name, becoming Izsleii C. Khinn. “C” being the former Guard’s joke, for it stood for contrary or contradictory.

                tab tab At 25, Izsleii was appointed a Royal Guard. After the ceremony, he took his surrogate father home (the old man had drank too much) and they bickered about Izsleii’s new duties and responsibilities. It wasn't anything new and both parties did it in good nature, having been around each other too long for it to be truly venomous. They also bickered about how many stars were truly in the sky, Izsleii’s use of flame magic while fighting, whether the jewels that pompous duke earlier were actually real, and so on. It was only when he was trying to help the man into bed and had been arguing that the shine on that particular ruby necklace wasn't right when he realized the man was too silent and too still for too long. The former old Guard had died with a gruff smirk of satisfaction on his face as he bickered with the boy-turned-man he saw as his son.

                tab tab The time the Izsleii spent standing in front Hirutme Khinn’s grave after the funeral was the first time ever remembered crying.

                tab tab It’s been nearly five years since then, and Izsleii remains a Royal Guard. A running record for him. The sneaky old man had willed his property and belongings to the redhead, tying the land to Izsleii. Said surrogate son still can’t quite bear to sell the deceased man’s property. Not that he’d ever admit that. His reconciliation is that his knowledge and skill with flame and battle magic has increased, and things are always interesting in the First Kingdom.

                tab tab Particularly interested and excited by the news and growing threats of assassination and the stir of movement in the country, Izsleii had immediately volunteered to guard one of the princes. His volunteering and nomination was given support, so he was assigned to guard the Middle Prince. Having had a particular fondness (or interest) for the Middle Prince (something else that seemed to have carried over from Hirutme), Izsleii finds himself pleased with this arrangement.

                tab tab Now, he waits anxiously for events to unfold.

                Person to guard (Royal Guard) ⇘⇘
                tab tab The Middle Prince

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ✔ Knowledge (Magical and otherwise)
                tab tab ✔ Interesting things to do, witness, participate in
                tab tab ✔ Challenges. It didn't matter what it is (game, fight, contest, etc.) as long as it wasn't boring.
                tab tab ✔ His independence and strength to take care of himself. Even take care of others.
                tab tab ✔ Entertainment
                tab tab ✔ Connections. You can never have enough connections and favors to collect.
                tab tab ✔ He is very fond of Hirutme, and misses the cranky old man.
                tab tab ✔ Information. He likes collecting information about invents, people, and secrets.
                tab tab ✔ Studying interesting people

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ✘ Being called "Izzy", but that doesn't seem to stop most people. He bears with it...most of the time...
                tab tab ✘ Telling the whole and complete truth when there is no need for it. What's the fun in that?
                tab tab ✘ Boredom
                tab tab ✘ Individuals fussing about things that they have no control over.
                tab tab ✘ He also hates Hirutme a little for tying him down with emotions.
                tab tab ✘ Being called “tamed”. Some of his enemies claim that he was a beast changeling from the Verge of the World that Hirutme had tamed. Izsleii doesn’t know if this is true and has given it some thought, but still doesn’t like to be called tamed.
                tab tab ✘ Lacking information. Not knowing something or missing information.
                tab tab ✘ Being tied down by something
                tab tab ✘ Being excessively bothered by uninteresting people

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab ☠ Izsleii has gerascophobia, or the fear of aging. This mostly stems from a fear of losing his independence and his strength, as well as losing his ability to take care of himself. The idea of having to become dependent on someone else scares him.
                tab tab ☠ He wants to die young and in battle. His belief is that only weak people take their own lives and refuse to face what’s coming.
                tab tab ☠ Despite what people say, he isn’t asexual. He is attracted to both genders, both has yet to find anyone who can really hold his attention for an actual relationship. All other relations he has had up until now has been physical.
                tab tab ☠ Depending on what happens in the coming future, Izsleii has made prior plans just in case. His set up options include other escape routes if he needs to flee with his charge, other areas of hiding if their information is compromised, traps, faking his own death, and even cut ties with the Royals.
                tab tab ☠ Izslee fears that being tied to someone emotionally will tie him down even further.

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE VENGEFUL ASSASSIN


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Laura Volt

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab 27

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Female

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Laura was a citizen of the third kingdom, born and raised. She had great pride in her nation, but when the war started she was not allowed to fight in the army. Being too young and a woman they turned her away, but she did what she could; spying, carrying messages and the like. When the war ended she was one of the few left from the third kingdom.

                Laura's family moved to the first kingdom, seeing it as the lesser of the two evils, because they did not start the war. Adapting was hard, the other villager did not like a family of the Third kingdom living among them. The percussion started small, but soon escalated until her brother, a former soldier, was murdered. This was Laura's breaking point and she joined the group forming under the noise of the nobles. The assassins at first did not want her, but she soon proofed herself and caught the eye of one of the captains.

                Laura and the Captain became very close in a short time and they began to speak of marriage, when the treaty was broken. But Fate had different plans in place. Laura's lover was one of the men sent to assassinate the princesses. He was killed in the assault. Laura's hatred grew even more and deeper. She no longer fought for the honor of her fallen nation, she merely sought revenge for her loved ones lost to this conflict.

                Person to kill⇘⇘
                tab tab Oldest Prince

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Singing
                Playing her flute
                Storms
                Battle
                Practicing with her bow

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Too much noise
                People who talk a lot
                Anyone who insults the Third Kingdom
                Cold
                Large Crowds

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab She has a big soft spot for children and small animals.
                She is terrified of heights.

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE CHEERFUL GUARD


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Elda R. Nightray

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab Twenty-Four

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Female

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Elda isn't originally from the First Kingdom. Rather, she came from a small village from the East, where she lived peacefully with her Grandmother. Her Grandmother had always taught her to follow her heart and her own sense of justice. But even so, that has never stopped Elda from second guessing herself and even hesitating, as it was part of her nature as she was pretty shy and timid as a small child. Back then, she was more reserved and introverted, preferring to read books under a nice shade of tree instead of playing with other children in the villages. Cheerful and ever growing in nature, Elda soon fell in love with the thought of adventure, mostly thanks to the books she always read.

                Years past and word had reached the ears of the small village of the dispute going on between the Three Kingdoms. Since the village she had come from was remote and neutral, no one truly knew what had happened between the once peaceful Kingdoms and rumors were often floating among the wind in the village. Elda, curious as she was, wasn't quite content with just hearing rumors. She wanted to know what was truly happening. She feared of the thought of people...of innocents being killed. No matter what, no one should initiate war so easily and treat a life so lightly. That train of thought and her sense of justice brought her to the resolution of traveling to the First Kingdom in hopes of becoming a knight of some sort in order to protect human lives.

                With the push of her Grandmother, Elda went through training for years, and at twenty years old, was eventually good enough to be accepted into the First Kingdom's Royal Guard. Protecting her assigned Prince is going to be her first major mission, and she vowed silently to her Grandmother that she will do everything she can to protect him until the marriages are complete. She just hopes that nothing will bring out the flaw in her: Her hesitation. Deep inside her heart, she knows that her one moment of hesitation will either cost the Prince's life or hers...or perhaps even both.

                Person to guard ⇘⇘
                tab tab Second Oldest Prince

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ♥Books♥Sweets♥Tea♥Nature♥Food♥Exploring♥

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ✗Spiders✗Thunderstorms✗War✗Narcissists✗Confined Spaces✗

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab ✎ Never knew her parents✎ Tends to explore while on duty✎ Wields a bow but sucks at using it✎

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE DARING GUARD


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Reiko Aizawa

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab 20

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Female

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab "Honey! Look who I found!" A young women called for her husband on a winter night. A rather buff man walked through the entry way to see the women holding a small child, wrapped in a blanket, in her arms... This young, little one was none other than Reiko. She must have been about four years old... The large man gently tugged the blanket away from her baby like face. Her oddly red eyes sparkled up at the man, but her face showed fear. "Where is your parents small one?" His low-toned voice reached out to her. Reiko shook her head no. Before more was said the young lady's hands covered over her ears. She saw lips moving but too fast for her to read, the only phrase she picked out was "found her". Who's home has the small Reiko ended up in? The wife was a beautiful young women named Sakura. She wasn't the type of beauty that was radiant like the queen's or princesses' of the kingdom. But it was vibrant, and glowing that you'd spot her walking in the street. The muscular, stout man, was known as Isamu. He was also known as one of the top guards in the King's table. Reiko doesn't know what had happened to her birth parents that night, but she doesn't care too anymore. That night she regained two new parents who took her in and taught her wonderful things in life.

                Eight year old Reiko had been invited by her father to visit the palace. Over the last three years Sir Isamu had been training her with swords. True it was usually odd to see a young daughter with swords, but the great Isamu wasn't accepting a weakling for a child. Luckily Reiko didn't mind. In fact she loved her training and practices with her father. She loved the way the blade would cut through the air and made those "Shing!" noises as the swords clang against each other. She was fascinated by the heavy blades, but her arms still are too weak to lift them. For her 7th birthday she even asked for a small armor with a matching sword that she can practice in. Back to the palace however.
                "Papa.. Where are we going?" Little Reiko asked impatiently.
                Her father, continued walking but let out a small chuckle and a smile, "I'm going to talk with the king, you little Reiko are going to play in the courtyard."
                "But Papa I wanna come with you!" She whined just loud enough for him to hear.
                Isamu stopped and knelt down to Reiko placing his large hand, with blisters from wielding his sword, atop her head, "Little warriors don't whine missy." He said laughing. Reiko nodded as he stood back up and continued walking. Following close behind her father, she awed as the arc rose above her. Ahead over her, her vision cleared as her father stepped aside as he mumbled to tell her to stay there. Reiko gave a nod and ran up to a large tree that was in the center and ran around it giggling enjoying the spring weather. When she looped thetree a few times she stopped and saw a young boy who was being led by several men. "Is that the prince?" She questioned, unknowingly outloud.
                "Yes, it is. Well.. The eldest one that is. His name is Kuriel." Spoke another child about Reiko's age. It was a boy hanging upside down from the tree. "Well I have to go now, good bye!" He said as he jumped out of the tree and ran before Reiko could question anything else. She turned to look back at the eldest prince but he was already gone. It didn't seem long before her father had already returned.
                "Well, Reiko, are you ready to go?"
                "Yes Papa.."
                On there way back home, half way through their walk, Reiko looked up at her father and said, "Papa I think I know what I wanna be when I'm older?"
                "And what's that little one?"
                "I wanna be a Guardian like you are for the king..."
                Isamu looked down at her slightly shocked, "Oh really?.." He paused... "Well I believe you'll be the greatest Royal Guardian of all, perhaps even great enough to guard our future king. What do you think?" Reiko didn't reply she just smiled and continued home and they raced each other. Isamu believed that Reiko keeps him young.

                Submitted to become a guardian in training at the age of twelve. At thirteen she passed all the classes an had become the youngest Guardian ever to be hired. Because she was still considered a child it wasn't a full time unlike her father. One day while she was on duty just surveying the castle, a fond memory was made. "I know this is what I wanted to be, but sometimes this can get boring..." Reiko pouted silently. She readjusted the sword strapped to her back then a voice broke out behind her, "Sorry that your job has become so boring. Haha." Reiko jumped and quickly spun clenching the handle of her sword, but only to see that it was the oldest prince. Reiko's eyes widened and her hands fumbled to her sides. Then panicking swung her hand up to her forehead to give a solute instead accidently hit herself. "OWW! N-Nice to see you Sir Kuriel.. What brings you out?" She said placing her hands at her side.
                "I was just taking some spare time to wander around the castle. You know if you're bored why not join me for a quarrel? Just for some practice. Let's see how talented you are with that heavy blade of yours."
                Reiko couldn't hold back her smile. She jumped with joy, "REALLY?!" She asked happily then remembered who she was speaking to, "Oh no, I couldn't what if I slip up and you get hurt.. Your father would have my head.." She said her expression and tone both changing to disappointment.
                "Don't worry about it, I'm pretty athletic, and if something does happen, it was my idea I shall take the blame." He said reassuring the girl. She smiled and followed the prince to a large open room. He ordered the fellow guards who were in the room to exit, and told one of them to leave their two long swords. Once they were gone he took them both in hand and turned to Reiko and held them up, "Take your stance." He told her. Reiko stumbled slightly pulling her sword off her back and into her hands. She held it up to defend herself.
                "S-So when do we start?"
                "Now." He said, not hesitating and charged at her. Reiko held up her sword to block the first sword, then held up her wrist that was guarded by armor to stop the second. Quickly she swung her sword up and knocked one of the long swords out of Kuriel's hand. He swung again. "Clang clang clang!" The swords bashed together. If you were standing on the sidelines the two would look like they were dancing with their swords. Kuriel flipped back and retook the sword that was drawn out of his hand from earlier in a fight and held them up like an "X" to shield himself from the large sword flying towards him. A few more spins and twirls and clangs here and there then it happened. Reiko's sword had broke through Kuriel's defenses and just barely scraped his cheek, causing a small scratch. Reiko's eyes widened scared. She didn't think she'd actually touch him with her blade. "Oh my god... Oh my god... I'm so sorry..." She whimpered dropping her sword and quickly ripped a small piece of her clothing and held it to his cheek wiping off the blood carefully.
                "Don't worry about it." He smiled... His voice sounding reassuring once again, "I can see why someone with talent, despite your age, is one of our guards."
                The little Reiko blushed brightly at his kind words, "Uh.. My papa has been training me ever sense I was little.. It's not that big of a coincidence."
                "No, it's a true talent. Many of the men that work for my father have been practicing for just as long, and possibly longer. Not many have the same skill as you." He spoke as he gave back the cloth she had ripped and stood straight up once again. "I enjoyed this evening with you, but I have a meeting come up now. I hope you have a lovely day miss Reiko." He smiled then turned to leave the room. The other guards took their positions again as she strapped the sword back onto her back and went back to her area to scan.

                Reiko, now sixteen, was invited to the palace for a meeting accompanied with her father. "Papa, do you know why I've been assigned to show up at the palace?" How ever he didn't answer, he just had the sparkle in his eye that often shows when he's proud of something. Entering the grand hall Reiko knelt down before the king beside her father, "You've summoned me, my king?" She asked calmly, hiding all signs of nervousness. "What if I did something wrong?" She thought.
                "Yes child... It would seem one of my sons has asked for you personally to be his new royal guard. As you know the last one has retired do to age. He thought it'd be... intriguing... To have the youngest guard in our court. It turns out he believes you're a protegee. I and your father, one of my royal guards, have already discussed this and he has every belief in the world to that you shall not fail my son." As the king spoke, Reiko cringed with slight excitement. "Was it.." Before she could finish her thought, the oldest prince entered answering her question.
                "Hello miss Reiko." Kuriel said maturely. So by the end of the day Reiko was officially, Prince Kuriel's Royal Guardian.

                Person to guard ⇘⇘
                tab tab Oldest Prince

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                ღStories Of The Kingdom
                ღProtecting Loved Ones
                ღSword Practice
                ღIce Tea
                ღNature's Beauty
                ღDancing
                ღHer Parents
                ღFellow Guardians
                ღTraveling
                ღReading
                ღRoses, Especially Red Ones

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                ღThe Eldest Prince's Assassin
                ღShowing Signs Of Weakness
                ღHaving To Stay In One Place For Too Long
                ღCocky People
                ღHaving To Fight
                ღWar
                ღLiars
                ღLoneliness

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                ღ Deep in her heart, there's the possibility she has a love for the Oldest Prince, and may have a slight jealousy towards his fiance. Thou she shall never show it.
                ღ Wishes she couldn't feel pain.
                ღ Terrified to end up alone in the world.

                Kawaii DeviI
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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE SECRETIVE PRINCE


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Lucas "Luke" (Second oldest Prince)

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab Twenty-three

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Male

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Lucas grew up not really realizing that he was being treated differently than other children his age. He simply assumed that it was the same way others were treated all over the place and didn't think much of it. It was only when he was eight years old and went with his family as they travelled around the kingdom, that he noticed that there was a difference between the way he was supposed to behave and the way he was treated, and the way the commoners were treated. He then learned that because he was royalty, born to the leaders of the kingdom, he would always be treated differently than the others. He never complained about it though, and it never really seemed to affect him.

                tab tab When he turned fourteen, Lucas started going outside the palace a lot more. When he wasn't studying, practicing his sword work, or riding his horse, he was out in town, walking among the common people. Or at least trying to. As a prince, he was recognizable, and his parents wouldn't let him go without an escort of some sort. It was on one of these trips that me met a younger boy named Adam. Adam was running through the marketplace, trying to escape from a merchant who was angry that the boy had stolen some meat from his shop. Not watching where he was going, the young thief bumped into the prince. The force of the impact threw both of them to the ground and the guards circled around the two boys, roughly pulling the younger one up and chastising them for his behaviour.

                tab tab Lucas moved to intervene when the shop owner finally caught up and demanded that the boy be arrested for stealing the meat from his shop. Instead of allowing the guards to take the young man to whatever dingy prison they had in mind, he stopped them, asked the boy why he'd stolen the food and when he learned that it was only so he could feed his family and that the boy's father had died in the war and his mother had taken ill, he had the guards pay the merchant for the meat and then set the boy free.

                tab tab The following day, Lucas snuck out of the palace and went into town to find the young boy. He brought with him a few coins and some bread and fruits, giving them to Adam so he could help. The two of them started talking and playing together until the palace guards found them and dragged Lucas back home. Even though, Lucas shouldn't have been spending so much time Adam, he tired to see him as much as possible and made time to see him, if he ever showed up at the palace. What good was being treated differently if he couldn't improve the life of one citizen? Though initially, his parents were against the friendship, once they saw that Lucas would not be dissuaded, they relented and allowed the friendship to blossom. The two boys were only three years apart and they already seemed rather attached to each other, so there was nothing wrong with it. Besides, Lucas was responsible and knew what his duty was. And it wouldn't hurt for the citizens to know that their royalty was interested in helping them.

                tab tab By the time he was eighteen, Lucas and Adam seemed attached at the hip. As much as he loved his brothers, one of the few people he could say he was really on good terms with was Adam. They spoke whenever they could, even though the prince became more involved in his responsibilities, honing his swordsmanship, and more of the obligations someone of his station had. The summer he turned nineteen marked the beginning of a romance between the two men. They were always good friends, had grown incredibly close since the day they bumped into each other in the village and this just seemed to consumate it. They've kept the relationship a secret though Lucas suspects that one of his brothers knows the truth.

                Person to marry ⇘⇘
                tab tab ... Second oldest Princess (Mairys Rye)

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Knowledge
                tab tab Horseback riding
                tab tab Swordplay
                tab tab His lover
                tab tab Freedom

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Boredom
                tab tab Having to behave as people expect him to
                tab tab People trying to figure out his secrets
                tab tab The arranged marriage
                tab tab Feeling restrained

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab He's homoflexible: Strictly speaking, he's homosexual, however he's not opposed to a relationship with a member of the opposite sex under certain circumstances. Relationships with a female are more physical than emotional and often very short lived. One night stands, nothing serious.

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE QUIET ASSASSIN


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Karen Evelyn Rione

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab Twenty-Seven

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Female

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab When Karen was born, her father was was out fighting in the war, and her mother died minutes after the delivery. She was sent to live with relatives until her father returned. He did three years later, and when she first saw him, Karen was afraid to go near him. She avoided him for most of the week until she tripped and fell and he was there to pick her up and tell her everything would be okay. From that moment, Karen and her father started to develop some sort of relationship.

                tab tab Because of the atrocities he had seen during the war, her father thought it was important to teach her how to use a weapon to defend herself. Since bows were only good at a distance and he never expected her to go out looking for trouble, he decided to teach her how to use a sword. At first Karen struggled with it and was clumsy because of the weapon's weight, but with her relentless father as a teacher, she quickly learned to master it. Not only did she learn how to use a sword, but he also started to teach her her art: Psychometry. Her other talent would come naturally when the time was right, but psychometry would take some getting used to. He sent her to a family friend for her to learn her craft while he focused on the swordsmanship.

                tab tab The skirmishes between the First and Second kingdom erupted into war and once again, Karen's father heard the siren call of battle and went off, leaving Karen alone. It was a mixed blessing in a way, since the family wasn't doing too well during the brief period of peace. Money was tight and they were one step away from having to beg from relatives to get by during the last year. While the war was going on, Karen went around the city trying to find work wherever and however she could. While working in a tavern, she overheard some individuals talking about going to join the battle; there was apparently good money to be found in war. Karen got some more information from the men and decided to join them. They were reluctant at first, but she managed to prove her skill with her sword and tracking people so they let her join.

                tab tab It was the recommendation given to the Captains of her skill by her travelling companions that allowed her to get her foot in the door, and because of the special "talents" of the small group they were given different jobs to do for the army. Namely, assassinations. The pay was good, she and her friends were content. Then the announcement about the arranged marriage came and Karen saw it as both a blessing and a curse. She missed her father and wants to see him again, but she doesn't know what will happen to them once the war is over and she's not quite ready for it to end.

                Person to kill ⇘⇘
                tab tab The Middle Princess (Renae Rye)

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Running through the forest,
                tab tab Being successful at what she does,
                tab tab Seeing her father again.
                tab tab Beating the odds,
                tab tab A challenge,
                tab tab Foxes.

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Pointless conversation,
                tab tab Wrong or misleading information,
                tab tab Stupidity,
                tab tab Being given a simple target,
                tab tab Being underestimated.

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab She's not opposed to there being peace between the two kingdoms, but there's money in war. She's afraid of what would happen to her once the war is over.
                tab tab The scar on her left eye was from an assassination attempt gone wrong. The information her and her group were given was wrong, and instead of being a clean hit, it turned out somewhat messy. As a result she received the cut by her eye and one of the targets got away.
                tab tab She's a shifter. Her alternate form is a Gray Fox.

                gataki_xx

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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE [VIVACIOUS] PRINCESS


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Middle Princess Renae Rye of the Second Kingdom

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab Nineteen

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Female

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Being in the middle, she wasn’t expected to shoulder as many responsibilities as her eldest sisters nor was she as pampered as her youngest. Renae was simply just expected to know her place and her position as a princess of the Second Kingdom. She was just expected to behave as a princess should, however the Middle princess was unlike her siblings. Renae was an energetic, slightly rebellious little thing that just bounced around all day. She didn’t believe that people should be stuck doing what they have to do just because someone else commands it or because it was their so-called “duty” (of course unless there were good reasons to follow instructions).
                During her early childhood she had proven to be a bit of a tomboy and enjoyed climbing trees, helping the maids catch chickens or pigs for dinner and mingling with the guards, asking them silly questions like how many people they had killed or whether she could try on their helmet. Thus her parents decided that she needed tutoring in skills that make would make her more lady-like and “marriageable” such as etiquette, cooking, horse riding, instruments, sewing and dancing as well as subjects that would nurture her intellect such as the sciences, languages and politics. For the first one – two years after starting these lessons, she was content. But eventually, things like that started to bore her (not so much the science and horse riding, but the etiquette and dancing parts) and she developed an abhorrence for being stuck in the castle all day long, being tutored.

                Much to the dismay of her parents and teachers, the princess would routinely sneak out to mingle with the “commoners” and walk in the town where the atmosphere was livelier. At first she would do it sneakily by dressing up as a maid, or a guard or a stable boy. There hasn’t been a position in the palace that she hasn’t tried impersonating (with the exception of her own family members). Eventually, her attempts to break out were less hidden and more overt, varying in degrees of success (there was once a time where she secretly built a hang-glider and attempted to fly out of the castle).
                Renae was the “people’s princess”. Kind to her people, she treated them as equals instead of someone below her and coupled with the somewhat naïve, trusting aura that surrounds her, they absolutely adored her in return and often gave her a place of temporary refuge when the guards came looking for her. The only people around her age that she has come in contact with are her siblings, her maids, a few young lords and ladies at balls and a few townspeople, however she hadn’t really got anyone to call her friend as her meetings with people other than her sister were always short lived. So she is also quite dense with love when it comes to herself, not really knowing what it is like to love someone in that way.
                Good things always came to an end and Renae’s expeditions out of the castle always ended with her being dragged back by a few guards and then lectured by her parents about the dangers of going out there alone or as she called it “all that blah”.

                Now that she’s about to be married off to some random she’s never met without the option of saying no? Despite knowing almost absolutely nothing about love or romance, Renae was a firm believer of true love, destiny and fate and having someone picked out for not only her but also her sisters didn't seem right at all. Knowing that their middle daughter would try to hatch up a plan to get out of it and might try to convince her sisters to get in on it with her, her parents tightened security around her and placed a strict(er) curfew on her as soon as they concluded the meeting about the marriage with the first kingdom. As a sort of sweetener to the deal, they allowed Renae to have archery lessons. But as it turned out, she was a really bad shot and could hit any and everything but what she intended to hit.
                When she heard news that her youngest sister’s carriage was attacked, Renae was enraged. She wanted to storm out of the castle to search for the assassins who tried to kill her sister, but was naturally stopped by the palace’s servants after learning that they had been executed. Even so, the princess cursed the assassins in their grave.
                As for the marriage, sure, she'll do it for the sake of her people and her parents, but to say the least, Renae is not happy about it, especially about having some "Royal Guard" be around her 24/7 and she definitely isn’t thinking of going down without some sort of fight.

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Her family and kingdom’s people
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Excitement (i.e. adventure or festivities)
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Magic
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Animals (especially magical ones)
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Fireworks
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Fast moving vehicles
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Spicy foods
                tab tab ◕ ◡ ◕Confectionery

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ಥ__ಥBeing restricted/controlled
                tab tab ಥ__ಥHumid weather
                tab tab ಥ__ಥPolitics
                tab tab ಥ__ಥHierarchy
                tab tab ಥ__ಥBoredom
                tab tab ಥ__ಥLong, puffy dresses
                tab tab ಥ__ಥDebts (as in owing people things)

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab (# ̄Д ̄) Renae can't swim nor can she tread water. Thus she is scared of deep water though she likes the beach and oceans.
                tab tab (# ̄Д ̄) Lock-picking, driving flying steam-boats are a few of her secret skills.
                tab tab (# ̄Д ̄) She also considers herself to be quite versed in hand-to-hand combat having encountered a few tricky situations whilst out by herself. But what she is actually versed in is just plain dirty fighting as she often resorts to techniques such as poking people in the eye, throwing sand in people's faces, kicking people in the balls etc.

                m4rck3tte
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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE AGILE PRINCE


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Kuriel, Eldest Prince of the First Kingdom

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab 28

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab Boy

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Kuriel is very athletic. When he was younger he greatly enjoyed running around the palace grounds and finding trees and things to climb. Lately he has been more occupied with learning how to become a good king.

                From a young age Kuriel has known that he will have to take the throne one day. Now, because of the arranged marriages, the weight on his shoulders has increased dramatically. He finds the prospect rather daunting at times, but he understands that this is the path that has been laid out before him so he is determined to be the best king this land has ever had.

                Kuriel is interested in the history of the three kingdoms and is determined not to make the same mistakes that were made back then. He knows that war is the worst possible thing that could happen, but if he is attacked he will retaliate for the safety of his people.

                Kuriel does not like the idea of marrying someone he does not love, but he knows that it is what is best for his people. He is under a lot of pressure as the future king, so he has been hoping that having a Queen might help to ease the burden. He believes that he can learn to fall in love with someone if they are nice enough to him, and it will be nice to have someone he can always talk to.

                Person to marry ⇘⇘
                tab tab Rosaline, The Oldest Princess

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab History, Being athletic, Magic, Reiko

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Dishonesty, Wasting time, War

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Kuriel will see a beautiful phantom-like maiden floating above his bed. The maiden never utters a word, she just stares and smiles at him. In the morning when he thinks back on it, he is never sure if it was just a dream, or if she was really there.

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THE MISCHIEVOUS GUARD


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                Name ⇘⇘ 
                tab tab Faye Thyme Mangis

                Age ⇘⇘ 
                tab tab 18

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab girl

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab biography hur - at least two or three paragraphs. No one-liners. 
                Faye was born in the City of Embers to a powerful neko, but being the runt of the litter in both size and power she was abandoned and left to fend for herself at the age of 5. After about a year of living in fear and scrounging for food and sleeping in whatever safe haven she happened to find she left the City of Embers and entered the world of men and quickly learned to steal the food she needed. She also learned how to use her power as a neko to  shift from her human form to either of her two cat forms to her advantage... No one suspects a small kitten of committing crimes and very few are willing to attack or threaten a feral cat the size of a large dog. 

                As Faye traveled the human realm she began to follow the children into their classes to listen to the stories they would read and slowly developed skills such as reading and arithmetic as well as a thirst for knowledge and adventure. She quickly lost interest, however, in the once fascinating day to day life of the humans and eventually found her way to the Verge of the World at the age of 12, where she had heard and read such marvelous adventures had taken place. At first life in the Verge was wonderful and full of exciting creatures and new places to explore and new dangers to face. Faye learned to stalk and hunt from watching many of the strange, beautiful, and yet terrifying predators and how to use her more powerful cat form to defend herself when attacked. Life was blissful for a few years  until she began to feel the same fear she had felt alone in the City of Embers as more fearsome predators began to appear and she became one of the more seemingly popular menu items. So, at the age of 16, Faye once more entered the world of man and began to seek her adventures there.

                In her travels she found her way into the First Kingdom's capital city. There she wandered the outskirts of the city and watched the dirty deeds of men from the shadows until one day she spotted a boy being escorted by a group of large armed men. Something about the boy caught her interest so she followed him. After a few days of following the boy around Faye found herself becoming rather attached to him. One day as the boy and his escort entered the marketplace the group was ambushed and the boys guards soon had their hands full as they fought to protect him. Worried that the men would hurt the boy and angry that they would even try Faye leapt into the fray and transformed into her large feral cat form and began to swat the men away from the boy. After a short while the men that had ambushed the small party fled and the bewildered guards were left to deal with Faye who was unwilling to leave the boys safety in their care any longer. They made there way back to the First Kingdom's castle to report what had happened in the marketplace to the King. Once before the King she reverted back to her human form and introduced herself and informed him of the boy's guards' failings and how she planned to correct them... By taking on the duty of guarding the boy herself. Surprisingly the King seemed to like the idea of a neko guarding his youngest son, because he accepted Faye's plan and allowed her to take on the post of the boys personal guard. And she has maintained that post since...

                Person to guard⇘⇘ 
                tab tab Youngest Prince

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Cream, Milk, Yarn, Fish, People scratching behind her ears, Warm and Sunny days, and Adventures

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab Large bodies of water, People pulling or stepping on her tail, Having nothing to do, and People that break promises (If someone promises Faye fish, she demands fish...)

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab She loves baths, she loves to read and learn, she pushes people away because she's afraid of being rejected by someone she truly cares about, and she is self conscious about her ears and tail

                Thyme101493 
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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE SILENT ASSASSIN


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Haku Niramura

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab Twenty

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab ❝A male what else...?❞

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab With being born in a middle class family, Haku had everything he ever needed in his life, toys, love, and food...but everything changed when he had overheard his mother and father talking about killing him at such a young age, due to not being their child. No wonder he did not look like either of them, him having green eyes and pink hair, them having blue eyes with either black or brown colored hair. Once finding out, he had fled his home and did not know what to do. Haku only being six years old at the time had not learned many words, but knew several people that would be nice enough to take him in. After finding a new home to stay at, he heard his "father" was looking for him and once again tried to flee.

                tab tab When one day looking for a home and seeing one of the princes', a male with blonde hair his hatred had raised, seeing him with such a smile. Haku disliked seeing him smile, but it wasn't the prince's fault that he was an unwanted child. He continued to watch and examine, but being noticed by some of the guards he was taken to an orphanage, where he was later adopted by several other assassins for his hatred of the prince, along with finding out that marriage was another way of keeping the kingdom's at peace.

                tab tab As time had passed, Haku aged and learned how to wield several weapons, especially staying with his adoptive parents who were eventually killed when they tried to lead an assault on the second oldest prince. Even though Haku was among the group to assault the prince, he had seen how his reaction was of his own people. On top of that, Haku did not know how to release his anger and went to his old home, where his previous "parents" were old and defenseless, eventually coming up to their door with blood splattered on his clothes and killing them within seconds. At the time he promised himself that he would take revenge for his adoptive assassin parents. As time had passed he continued to practice his swordsmanship, and has a home of his own not too far from the wealthy, keeping an eye on everything, and letting others sleep in his home for the price of being helped or having a one nightstand with him/her (not really into the women though).

                Person to kill ⇘⇘
                tab tab Second Oldest Prince

                Desires ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ♡ Anything sweet
                tab tab ♡ Teasing women
                tab tab ♡ Practicing his swordsmanship.

                Loathes ⇘⇘:
                tab tab ☠ Lustful Women
                tab tab ☠ The Second Oldest Prince
                tab tab ☠ Not having his sword beside him.

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab ☣ No one knows that he is homosexual.
                tab tab ☣ Haku is actually a shy person.
                tab tab ☣ Enjoys being with people even though he does not talk much.
                tab tab ☣ Keeps extra knives by his wrists and ankles in case he loses his sword.

                Sweet Kawaii Delight
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「♚」'TILL DEATH DO US PART, MY DEAR
THE BEEZY GUARDIAN


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                Name ⇘⇘
                tab tab Onya Lekha Marina

                Age ⇘⇘
                tab tab 22

                Gender ⇘⇘
                tab tab gurl

                Biography ⇘⇘
                tab tab Onya was a simple-minded guardian of the kingdoms. She spent most of her time training and hitting the books in preparation for her work in later times. Highly skilled in archery, she can shoot frozen frog legs in an icy river without hesitation. She's known to be creative in an effort for survival when times get rough, as her peasantry during childhood toughened her skills both mentally and physically. Losing her best friend Anyu Lekha during a raid has turned her against all kinds of brutality and violence. Onya hates having to fight in a war, but is determined to work for the best of her kingdom and subjects. What needs to be done, shall get done in a matter of time.

                Person to guard (Royal Guard) ⇘⇘
                tab tab Second Youngest Princess

                Desires ⇘⇘
                tab tab enjoying life, singing and dancing, partying, guarding people's lives, reading, brawling, adventuring, exploring new places

                Loathes ⇘⇘
                tab tab conflict, emotional trauma, people who are violent for no reason

                Secrets ⇘⇘
                tab tab secretly hates the war, would rather have peace.

                WyvernMiso

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