Ice Princess (Fantasy RP) (Closed)

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Story: The Ice kingdom of Elizat was well know for it's tough king and it's kindhearted queen, but more than anything, the kingdom was known for the ice princess. But what was known even more and envied throughout the land was the vast wealth held by the royal family, a wealth surpassing all that anyone could ever imagine. And now, without warning, this wealth was being offered by the king to any man that could woo his daughter and marry her.
Which was not an easy task. Most considered it impossible. True to her name, the ice princess Rala was cold and stiff, unfeeling as the ice she lived in. It seemed that nothing could melt her heart, not even her parents. But that was the only way that someone could win the treasure.

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Rules: basic rules
no cybering
no Godmoding
keep the cursing to a minimum
interact
have fun
Semi-literate please
Just post your profile, you only need my permission if you want a special past relationship with Rala

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Name-Rala Elizat
Age-16
Hair-white
Eyes-ice blue
Position-Princess
Description-Cold as ice, Rala has never had a friend in her sixteen years, as far as anyone knows. She is angry at her parents for making this stupid contest, thinking it not worth it. She loves nothing more than to be left alone with her books, or wandering the gardens in the still morning.
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Rala watched out a window as another man ran out the front door, her face expressionless. Another failed suitor. She stood in one of the many parlors of the ice palace, watching. The palace was entirely made out of ice, sculpted to perfection by years of wind and the helpful hand of artisans. It looked out onto the town of Elizat, the heart of the kingdom, spread around the castle in spirals. Snow covered the ground, a delicate sprinkling over the blue eyes. It was dazzling to look upon.
She sighed after losing sight of her latest suitor, her silver hair flowing behind her, and left the room, a maid following behind her that almost never left her side. It was the third week of this stupid contest and the suitors didn't seem to stop coming. The untold wealth was too much of an incentive, she supposed. She moved to the library to await her next suitor.

Her father sat in the grand hall, sighing heavily as he looked over the group of suitors. He was in his middle years, with black eyes and graying-black hair. He wanted so much for his daughter to marry before he died. But not for the reason most assumed. He waved up the next suitor.

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