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𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩
𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃

ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z

α ʙ c ᴆ є ғ ԍ н ι נ к ᴌ м и ɵ ᴩ q я ѕ т υ ᴠ ω x ч ᴢ

α в c ∂ ε є ғ ƒ g н ι j к ℓ м ℳ и η σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x у z

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w y z

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W Y Z

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅rosybrown
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅burlywood
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅yellowgreen
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅navajowhite
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅palegoldenrod
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅lavender

▅▅▅▅▅ « pink
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightpink
▅▅▅▅▅ « palevioletred
▅▅▅▅▅ « hotpink
▅▅▅▅▅ « deeepink
▅▅▅▅▅ « red
▅▅▅▅▅ « tomato
▅▅▅▅▅ « crimson
▅▅▅▅▅ « firebrick
▅▅▅▅▅ « indianred
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkred
▅▅▅▅▅ « maroon
▅▅▅▅▅ « brown
▅▅▅▅▅ « sienna
▅▅▅▅▅ « saddlebrown
▅▅▅▅▅ « rosybrown
▅▅▅▅▅ « tan
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkahki
▅▅▅▅▅ « burlywood
▅▅▅▅▅ « chocolate
▅▅▅▅▅ « peru
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkgoldenrod
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightcoral
▅▅▅▅▅ « coral
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightsalmon
▅▅▅▅▅ « salmon
▅▅▅▅▅ « darksalmon
▅▅▅▅▅ « orangered
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkorange
▅▅▅▅▅ « orange
▅▅▅▅▅ « sandybrown
▅▅▅▅▅ « goldenrod
▅▅▅▅▅ « khaki
▅▅▅▅▅ « gold
▅▅▅▅▅ « #EEE9BF
▅▅▅▅▅ « palegoldenrod
▅▅▅▅▅ « yellow
▅▅▅▅▅ « greenyellow
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightgreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « lawngreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « chartreuse
▅▅▅▅▅ « lime
▅▅▅▅▅ « springgreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumspringgreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « limegreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « green
▅▅▅▅▅ « forestgreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkgreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « seagreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumseagreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkseagreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « olive
▅▅▅▅▅ « olivedrab
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkolivegreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightcyan
▅▅▅▅▅ « paleturquoise
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « #C6E2FF
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightsteelblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « powderblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « cyan
▅▅▅▅▅ « aqua
▅▅▅▅▅ « aquamarine
▅▅▅▅▅ « turquoise
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightskyblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « skyblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « #BDFCC9
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumaquamarine
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumturquoise
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkturquoise
▅▅▅▅▅ « deepskyblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « cadetblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « cornflowerblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « steelblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « slateblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumslateblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « royalblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « dodgerblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « #33A1C9
▅▅▅▅▅ « #63B8FF
▅▅▅▅▅ « lightseagreen
▅▅▅▅▅ « teal
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkcyan
▅▅▅▅▅ « blue
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « #3D59AB
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkslateblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « navy
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « midnightblue
▅▅▅▅▅ « indigo
▅▅▅▅▅ « blueviolet
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumpurple
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumorchid
▅▅▅▅▅ « purple
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkmagenta
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkviolet
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkorchid
▅▅▅▅▅ « lavender
▅▅▅▅▅ « thistle
▅▅▅▅▅ « plum
▅▅▅▅▅ « violet
▅▅▅▅▅ « orchid
▅▅▅▅▅ « magenta
▅▅▅▅▅ « fuchsia
▅▅▅▅▅ « #FF3E96
▅▅▅▅▅ « mediumvioletred
▅▅▅▅▅ « black
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkslayegray
▅▅▅▅▅ « dimgray
▅▅▅▅▅ « gray
▅▅▅▅▅ « slategray
▅▅▅▅▅ « darkgray
▅▅▅▅▅ « silver
▅▅▅▅▅ « #C1CDCD
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ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у z
ɑ ɒ ʙ ɓ ɔ ɕ ɖ ɗ ɘ ə ɚ ɛ ɜ ɝ ɞ ɟ ɠ ɡ ɢ ʛ ɥ ɦ ɧ ɨ ɩ ɪ ʝ ɫ ɬ ɭ ɮ ɯ ɰ ɱ ɲ ɳ ɴ ɴ ʀ ʁ ʂ ʈ ʉ ʊ ʋ ʌ ʍ ɣ ɤ ʎ ʐ ʑ
α в c ם/∂/δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z
Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ
ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ
⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵
Ҍ ₡ € Ҽ ₣ ₭ Ҝ ₤ ₥ ₦ ₮ ₩ Đ
Ҥ Ҕ Ѵ Ϯ ϰ ϱ Ϟ ξ ζ Ξ ǂ
Ȁ Ȃ Ȧ Ӓ Ӑ Ά Α Λ Ѧ Д ᾈ ᾉ ᾊ ᾋ ᾌ ᾍ ᾎ ᾏ • ȁ ȃ ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α ά Δ д ӓ ӑ ᾀ ᾁ ᾂ ᾃ ᾄ ᾅ ᾆ ᾇ ᾰ ᾱ ᾲ ᾳ ᾴ ᾶ ᾷ
Ƀ β Ѣ • Ђ Ъ Ь ъ ь Ϧ ɓ ʙ ϐ ѣ б в Ҍ ҍ
Ȼ ʗ Ͻ Ͼ Ͽ Ϲ Ѽ Ҁ Ҫ • ɔ ȼ ς ϲ ѽ ҁ ҫ
Đ • ɖ ɗ ȡ ʠ δ ᴅ
Ȅ Ȇ Ӗ Ɇ Ѐ Ȩ Ȝ Έ Ё Ε Ξ Σ ξ Є Э Ӭ З Ѯ Ҿ Ҽ Ӛ Ә Ӟ Ҙ ә • ə ε έ з є э е ϵ ϶ ȅ ɘ ȇ ɇ ȩ ѐ ё ѯ ҿ ҽ ӛ ӟ ҙ ӗ ӭ
Ϝ Ғ Ӻ • ϝ ɟ ʄ ӻ ғ
Ѡ Ѿ • ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
Ȟ Ή Η Ң Ҥ Һ Ӈ Ӊ Ҕ ᾘ ᾙ ᾚ ᾛ ᾜ ᾝ ᾞ ᾟ • ʜ ɦ ћ ʮ ʯ ɧ ȟ ɥ ђ Ћ н ӈ ӊ ң ҕ ҥ
Ȉ Ȋ Ί Ϊ Ῐ Ῑ Ὶ Ί • ȉ ɨ ɩ ɪ ȋ ϊ ΐ ῐ ῑ ῒ ΐ ῖ ῗ
Ɉ Ј • ɉ ȷ ʝ ϳ
Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
Ƚ ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
Ȍ Ӧ Ȏ Ȭ Ȫ Ȯ Ȱ ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό • ȫ ȭ ȍ ȏ ȯ ȱ ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
Ɋ Ϙ • ϙ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
Ȑ Ȓ Я Г Ѓ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ
Ș Ϩ ϩ Ϛ • ϛ ɛ ɜ ɝ ʂ ȿ ș
Ț Ҭ • τ Ϯ ϯ ȶ ʇ ʈ ț т ҭ
Ȕ Ȗ Ώ Ω ц • ȕ ȗ ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ ϋ ύ ΰ
Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ҳ Ӂ Ӝ • ж ϰ ϗ ҳ ӂ ӝ җ
Ȳ ϒ ϓ ϔ Ύ Ϋ Υ Ў У ц Ѱ Ӱ Ӯ Ӳ Ӵ Ҷ Ҹ Ӌ Ῠ Ῡ Ὺ Ύ • Ч џ ў ү ұ ɣ ȳ ʎ ʏ ɤ Ϟ λ ϫ ӯ ӱ ӳ ӵ ҷ ҹ ӌ φ
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① ② ③ ④ ⑤ ⑥ ⑦ ⑧ ⑨ ⑩ ⑪ ⑫ ⑬ ⑭ ⑮ ⑯ ⑰ ⑱ ⑲ ⑳
❶ ❷ ❸ ❹ ❺ ❻ ❼ ❽ ❾ ❿
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                                                  Looking at Aiden as the prince spoke. Jane opened her mouth to speak but the boy had already began to stomp out of the room. He was shortly stopped by his twin who ruffled his hair, and with a bit of a unsettling mumbling to the prince, Fianna made her way to greet Jane. Jane smiled at her as she approached her, but kept her eye on Aiden as he scuffled out of the room in a fuss. The boy needed to stay! He was not in a position to leave, the princess would enter the room any minute and for him to be gone? That was more than a terrible idea! Jane couldn’t help but look towards her mother and father to see their reaction to the child like actions of the prince. They seemed stern as though they expected such actions from him.

                                                  The blonde watched her mother's face look forward in a noble manor. Her stern face always sent a shiver down her spine. There was not much she could refuse when her mother would beckon her to do. She had once permitted her mother, well more or less just agreed that she would meet a very high status duke. Her mother decided that they would go on a horseback ride, but what her mother did not know was her youngest daughter was quite a relentless rider.

                                                  That Duke was very confused when Jane had rode in a pair of breeches that day. Her brother had scoffed when he saw her go to the stables- but it was all to her plan you see. She disliked this stuffy pompous duke which she was nearly half his age. The two went about and within the half hour Jane had lost the old duke on the path through the castle paths. By the time Jane had reached back to the castle the duke had departed, saying he was sorry that he had to be rude, but he was feeling ill. This, caused her mother to keep more of a watchful eye on the girl. Jane averted the gaze of her mother when she turned to look at her youngest daughter.

                                                  Fianna had entered and Jane wanted to focus on any news she knew that could bring her mind from her brothers inconsiderate acting. The twin princess has mentioned that the Princess of Coren was quite pretty, as well as just as spirited. Jane wondered how this would hold for her brother. He was not one to think of females of much of anything, which made Jane curious of her brother and she’s relation. She loved him as any sister ought, but he was far fetched in his ideas and it frustrated Jane on a daily basis. He was nearly the only person who could frustrate her that way. He was just so wrong on so many levels.

                                                  ”Ciera has not arrived quite yet. But if Aiden is not here, then why would the rest of need to greet the princess at this time? It’s rather selfish of him!” Jane expressed her irritation in a bit of a wining manor. She was after all the youngest, shouldn’t she be allowed to do something in that way? But…on the same hand, she was nearly of eighteen summers, so being that old she should act a bit different. But it did not always happen the way she always wished. She was to…dare she say it: blunt. About to make another remark, The doors were open and a Page entered to announce the princess’s entrance.

                                                  The announcement of the princess was made, and just after the princess and a few of her ladies in waiting appeared before the royal family of Alton. Jane couldn't help but give her a feint smile as the dark haired princess appeared before the court. It was never a fun thing to before any sort of large crowd you did not know- Jane sympathized with the Coren princess when it came to this. The visiting princess wore a red dress, which she wore matching Rubies. Jane had heard from many, the princess of Coren was quite an opinionated person as well as Jane. This was a very happy thought to her ear, but of her brothers? Perhaps like a lot of this worlds chatter was merely a rumor of false action? The youngest Alton princess stood as her mother, father, and sister did as well.

                                                  With a nod from her father, the youngest princess took two steps forward. Jane flashed a smile at Princess Elaine and curtsied to her. ”Welcome Princess, I am Princess Jane, It is quite an honor to finally meet you.” With a sustained smile, Jane stepped back towards her chair again. Not sitting quite yet, she wanted to see how the princess would react to it all, and if she would think ill of Aiden due to the fact he had not entered the thrown room when she was here.







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BASICALLY...
I've a name I'm sure...Ĕlle Reece Hamersmith
But I wouldn't know... Elle....That's it.
My age is really of no matter... Seventeen
Though I suppose my gender matters... Female
My allegiance is another matter... Sabaan
I suppose you could also call me... The Cursing Elf
I'm not certain this should be happening... The special Kid.

INSIDE I'M...
My personality... Loud and free spirited is what my family has called me. But truly I am quiet and drawn back, until I feel comfortable, which is not very often. I usually strays away from people as much as possible, but when I'm with people everyone enjoys my company, for the most part. I am the kind of girl who is rather easy to befriend, but you still may have to show that you are truly my friend in different trivial things. I like to know that the few actual friends I have will stand their ground with me and support me even if I am flat out wrong. I will not tell you a lie if something is true, which has caused me a bit of trouble from time to time. I've been known to be an annoyance, and an “Odd duck”. But also cause i am loud and randomly outbursts when i think something needs to be said. My voice says what comes to mind, some call that cocky but some call it inspirational. I just goes with whatever i feel or think at the time. In a way some people have called me Naive, but i'm just me.

An interesting fact about me: I hate people cooking for me. I'd rather do it myself, i love to cook! It's so much fun. Oh, and another reminder: I am also really insecure. People don't think i am, and are surprised at the whispers that im really not confident and animated all the time like I've been shown to be. Weird little thing about me. I seriously am addicted to giving curses. I mean, you might have heard already- but i'd prefer you not to spread it. It's a little thing that i've recently figured out that is not something i should be doing. Now- being the good elf i am i'm trying to repent and hope one day that Seda and Keir will forgive my actions against humans that really haven't done anything to me! They've just looked at me queer, or stepped on a twig in a specific manor that caught my eye. I'm starting to realize things about myself recently that i'm not all that sure about yet.

I have to admit other than Cursing, i do love other things. What you might ask? I absolutely adore strawberries. They are my favorite food, and plus they smell so sweet! Due to my father I have learned a real appreciation of reading. Reading anything is very relaxing for me. It can calm me down when angry, or keep me from cursing when i shouldn't. It's a lovely out-lit for me. Things i dislike? Oh, that's easy. Fish, they are yucky, smell bad, and slightly scary... But that's not something many people know about me. It's sort of odd. I also really dislike thunder. It's very loud and unnecessary. Oh, and another thing that irritates me? Well..You'll find out. I've learned recently that people who don't do things I wish- really frustrate me. I've recently met this boy who apparently the gods have given a special gift. I fear that I need to Pray to get the strength to not take him out with an arrow- since for some odd reason my curses do not work. Yeah, don't get me started on that!

MY LIFE...
My history... I've grown up like a usual elf would, well for the most part. Taught to respect nature by giving thanks to Seda and Keir when needed and pray for direction in life. My family had lived in Carsel for as long as my grandmother could remember. Sure, we might be immortal- Our spirits that is. Our bodies eventually wither and must be remade. I’ve just been born, my first body is only Eighteen, so in elf years, I might as well be like a toddler. Our families, are of spirits in the same trees. It is similar to the human families, just we regenerate, as we create more. My father and Mother spent most of their five life-spans in the city of Carsel. My father is a most skilled creator, who helps remake elves prior bodies. I’ve seen it done once before. By my grandfather, it was very odd, and I’m still not sure what to think of it- but I, like everyone else bring praise towards Keir and Seda to help us every time we must remake a new elves body. At the age I am now, I’ve grown very little in the eyes of my people, but to me- I’ve done enough living for a thousand body elder.

See, most of those in my race have the ability to Curse, it’s very common to do among our people. But, me? I’ve got a bit of an addiction. I’m not sure how it happened but I just…I just can’t stop! Any little noise, disruptance, or odd glance a human or other creature would give me- They would be sadly mistaken the next morning when they woke up with Fins, or whatever random thing I could think of at the time. This went on for a good year or more before i finally saw the light. It must have been time for the Gods to give me a wake up call- because now i can only think of making my way through Vires in search of those who i have cursed. The first I know of that I am needing to find is The Cursed Traitor. She was the first, and now she must be the first i reverse to normal. It will be a good thing for me to start my task to go as quick as I can. Simply so I can move past this part in my life and go on. But alas, this Doesn’t seem to be what I can do. There is this pesky guy who stumbled upon me in the woods.

In attempt to rejuvenate, I decided to take a dip in a lake that I had purified. The small source of water was not hard to clean, but after doing such a task it was a good idea to relax and renew my strength. But, as this seemed an inconvenient time for the special kid- he came across me. Infuriated in his actions I attempted to curse him. Well, I know I am trying to give it up and all- but what the heck is his problem!? Why didn’t he watch where he was going? I have to admit, I guess it was a bit of being embarrassed, but still! The boy before me needed to be taught a lesson. But…It…didn’t work! I still don’t understand why, but it would really be nice if he stopped following me! It’s really not something he should do. I need time to chill out or he is going to get an arrow in the head, and believe me- I don’t forget things.


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                                                      Nicolas had sat down at the table, and began his meal when Isabella entered the large hall. He took a glance at the woman as she sat down near the king. With a bit of diapointment in his stomach, he took a sip of his goblet. It seemed the queen picked up on her ‘odd behavior’ and mumbled about her sitting next to him. He pulled his cups from his lips and shook his head. ”Madam, I assure you it is not in the least-“ But before he could muster up an excuse to have Isabella sit where she chose, the princess appeased her mother. Inhaling a breath as Isabella sat next to him, he placed the goblet on the table. Perhaps she would not be ill with her mother forcing her to move?

                                                      Or…perhaps not.

                                                      Nicolas shifted a bit in his chair as he adjusted to Isabella’s apparent sigh. He’d heard it, her mother heard it, and It made Nicolas feel a bit guilty. Why must she sit right aside him? He was not in a hurry to make her to what she wished not to. For, the moment he did that- she would loath him even more than she did at this moment in time. Nicolas glanced towards the beautiful princess as she mumbled a hello. He returned her comment with a smile, before the queen began again.

                                                      Oh rubbish. The queen always seemed to dabble on about anything that struck her as odd, or improper. When the rest of the court would not notice in the least bit. This time, the queen commented on Isabella’s dress. With a curious gaze, he looked briefly, for he did not want to offend, at the garment that his betrothal wore. As it stood he found nothing ill about it. But, you could place Isabella in a potato sack, and she would wear it suitably. She’d never wear one of coarse, but you under stand what he meant. He thought she was simply lovely at all times, no matter what she wore.

                                                      The queen was replied to, as Nicolas tried to keep himself from the conversation. It was not at all his business. He took a piece of bread from his place, and as he tore it in two, he took a bite. With only a moment passing by, Isabella replied to her mother with a wry sort of tone to her voice. Sewing? Oh…Well, that was a pity. Nicolas could feel his face drop as the princess trailed off in her comments. Would the lovely maiden really be trapped in the castle all day? For he thought he might be able to ride with her, as well as the other’s of the court of coarse. But he was most excited to be able to ride with his betrothal….

                                                      Taking another weak bite of his bread, his day brightened slightly as the queen spoke. It seemed his dear Isabella was not stuck in her chamber for the day, and the ride almost instantly became much more of an ideal way to spend a majority of his day. As the queen finished pushing Isabella to Nicolas’s schedule, he replied to the queen. Despite his wish to keep out of the queen’s eyes it seemed Nicolas and Isabella often were but to her so called ‘match making’ skills. They both had not much of a choice when the queen decided their daily fate, and oh she was very tricky about it.

                                                      Nicolas opened his mouth to speak, as he glanced at Isabella. Would she prefer to ride today? What about with the group? What would she enjoy most? The two once had been quite the friends, but that changed when their parents decided other arrangements for them. Sure, he had always thought Isabella the beauty, but once they were announced to be married it took Nicolas a while to bring himself to feel the emotions he now did for the princess. At first, they both mocked bout the idea as though it would never actually happen. But as time passed and plans were made, they changed to each other.

                                                      Perhaps” He mused as he looked towards Isabella. She seemed generally eager to go and ride today, so that might be the best for them to do, yes? The brunette caught her gaze, as he looked up at him, with a smile on her face. Her expression was so plesant, and Nicolas could not pull himself to say anything other than a ride. And to take her from her sisters while they did so? That would be terrible of him. ”Your majesty, I had planned on accompanying my brother, which would intale him to your son, and your son to Princess Elaine and the youngest Princess. So Isabella and I would due well from a ride with our siblings, don’t you agree?” The queen gazed at the young Viceroy with a ice gold stare, attempting to see through him. But as long as Isabella wished for something, he would try to help her achieve whatever it might be. And this afternoon Isabella wished to ride.

                                                      The queen remained silent for a moment as she looked the two over. It was as though she suspected them to not actually go ride? Had he given the woman any indication other wise? She only nodded at the idea, for once not allowing herself to comment. Nicolas looked to Isabella as the queen turned her gaze to a member of the court aside her. "Does that sound fitting to you princess?"








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                                  With apparently no respect for you know those things that are suppose to keep people out, what are those? Oh, yeah Doors. Apparently James didn’t know how to use them. That wasn’t really the shocking part though. It was just, him. He stood before her, and her being dumb- stood too. With a frustrated exterior that was inside, freaking crazy. She’d admit that to anyone by now. But hell, James was the reason she was so berserk! But making things worse he pulled her to him in only the way he could. The way that made her melt, as he kissed her forehead she took a shallow breath. What was going on? Why was she so, Ugh!?

                                  She felt an odd twinge in her nose, it wasn’t a smell, but the emotion building up to the point where she felt she might actually cry. She was so, what the heck was it? She just…Inhaling a deep breath she held it as she closed her eyes, taking in the moment that they shouldn’t have even shared. Just like that, he broke away to reach for one of those gross beers he drank. Bailey hated alcohol. She wasn’t even sure why she kept his beer in the fridge. It was just, mental. But at this point, maybe she really was? How would she know the wiser? Turing from the man, she needed to just stop this. It was too much. She could feel her eyes beginning to twinge like her nose and every part of her body just wanted to drop and cry. Can you say, pathetic? Because apparently Patricia Bailey Farell was pro at it.

                                  Taking a step from where she’d followed him down towards, she turned. Taking a bite of her fro yo, she grumbled under her breath as he disappeared into her kitchen. She heard him rumble off more comments that she was trying to drown out with the last few bits of cheesecake in her yogurt. Before she knew it though, she was facing the man and his lips were pressed to hers. He ran his hands through her hair, and made it seems so, so, what was it?

                                  Meaningful.

                                  But, that can’t be it. That couldn’t! James was just…James, his usual pompous self. But at this time she just felt her whole body wanting to cry. Wanting to just push him away, she just couldn’t. Instead thought, she did something worse. The cup of yogurt in her hand, yeah. It hit the ground, and ran across her bare foot. There really wasn’t anything left in it. Just a bit that she’d ignored eating while she watched pride and prejudice. But still, the initial shock of it all. Jumping back from the moment due to the shock of well, a combination of the cold on her toes, and James in general. ”Oh, hell!” Her tone rang out in a frustrated manor. She looked at the floor as James Muttered something in spite. Was he not going to finish? She was already just frustrated as heck with him. Before she could regain herself, the boy stepped back out of the house. Throwing her hands in the air she grumbled. And people thought she was crazy?

                                  Reaching for her coat, she slid it over her baggy shirt, and pj shorts. Ignoring shoes, she reached for her key to the bistro. She needed to cook, and her own kitchen? It was not stocked with much other than James beer he persisted on having, and maybe some sliced turkey. But other than that? Probably nothing. Yanking the front door open, she slammed it close behind her in time to hear James mumble something about getting drunk. She rolled her eyes. That was like all he wanted to do. And for now, she didn't care! Well, that wasn't all that true, but...Still! Patricia pulled her coat to her body as she stormed passed James.

                                  Reluctant to not say anything to the man, he mumbled a good bye and something about her being crazy. Of coarse she was! Well, She didn't start out crazy. With a lowered brow she grumbled,"You know what James? I wans't always this crazy!"
                                  She inhaled deep, and began. She really should have just...walked away. But Bailey was, well herself. She needed the last word. But, James was the same way and by this time they both had probably the same tally if you sat down and looked at it when it came to any argument or fight. "And you know something?" She stood in front of James now, her finger pointed upward at the male who was, obviously taller than she was. "Its hard to find the good when its with you. You're always being such a Jackass, and when you're not, that's not you." she let her words linger for a moment. Hell even to her sometimes she sounded crazy.

                                  "True, I can't stand it when your such a pig, but when you are- I can still find something good in you. Something true, not just a brittish jerk who wants to get into my pants!" Exhaling in exuberant breaths, she pulled her coat back to her and grumbled "You make it sound like I'm the crazy one. But, you know something? I got mad tonight because usually if we go out to diner, we argue, we banter back and forth, but even when that is the case I know that it's not fake. But this, whatever you want to call it is just too much. " Taking a step back from the blonde she had so many thoughts rushing through her mind. There was so much, so many things that she loved about him, but not the one who was always ignorant to what he had in front of him. It was a holiday tomorrow, what about every other night of the week? And why did they have go go anywhere?

                                  Taking another few steps back she could feel her toes getting cold under her. She should leave, and just get away from him. The man that had strung her around like she would always come back. It didn't need to be fancy, and a show of his money all the time. It just needed to be him. The one she'd convinced to sit and watch the stars, despite not having any alcohol, or anything. Maybe that's what she should have grasped to? No. She had to just, get away. The man before her only appeared when he wanted. Well, sort of. She hadn't talked to him in a few days, and he must have just really wanted to bang. She always had to find the 'right' day to try and plan something.

                                  Pulling away again, she turned. "If you think i'm such a nut then maybe this is good? I can't keep just doing this...This mess of nothing. Were going back and forth, and every day is like a battle between the two of us. And you can't just tell me that it's my fault cause you've had some temper-tantrums too. " She felt herself going a bit off subject, shaking her head she finished. "Anyway James. I can't do this anymore. I need to focus on my career, and actually a way to make a life. Not some one night stand that I know how to contact. I need you to be there. To wake up in the morning and know that I wont just see my alarm clock where your head was. I need to go." She said as she felt her eyes welding up. This jerk-face just. Ugh. It was time to go. With a wave she pulled away, and down the sidewalk. It was done. That's what needed to happen. Simple as that.And hopefully this time, she'd stay to her word.

                                  But for now, she needed to cook.





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To those of the Slytherin House, no man is an island but your kind is as close as one can get. Also, though this world lacks any form of perfection you are constantly trying to better yourself and your surroundings in order to achieve that unseen perfection; a commendable ideal. However, a word of caution, your lack of restraint coupled with your belief that physical facts carry an unwavering set of ideal could prove to be your downfall just as Gryffindors can become senseless martyrs, Ravenclaws can become so detached that they lose focus, and Hufflepuffs can waste talent on meaningless projects. Temperance and patience are the key and with it you will find that life becomes much easier to handle, especially if that life is in danger. In the heat of battle we find that you are one who can quickly adapt so that you can neutralize danger before it devastates others.

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Open-Minded, Intelligent, and Curious.
"Wisdom, intelligence, and memory - with their kindred right opinion and true reasoning - are better and more desirable than any pleasure." - Socrates

Before and above all, Ravenclaws are known for their brains and wit as stated by the Sorting Hat. It is their brilliance which sets them apart from the other houses. They are brilliant not just because of their intelligence quotient, but also because they hold education, facts, and wisdom above all else. They value not only the answers but also the process and steps taken to reach that conclusion; the equation or formula is just as exciting as discovering the response.

Furthermore, Ravenclaws are highly analytical and detailed-oriented; they look at the detailed parts just as much as they look at the whole. Ideas, thoughts, and information are often pieced together by studying what makes them up and what defines them as complex or simple. Basically, Ravenclaws observe and study in order to understand the world around them and because of this eager pursuit they are avid readers. Their love of reading leads to a well developed skill with the pen or quill. It is merely fact that those who are readers are also very skilled writers. However, not all Ravenclaws are writers, some prefer to express their creative genius through song, dance, and art.

Ravenclaws' high standards, coupled with them being highly analytical can cause others to view those of the Ravenclaw House as cold and uncaring. It could be due to their hesitancy to befriend others who do not share their value for education. Plus, it is fairly common for intellectuals to surround themselves with people of their own mental caliber. However, the true reason that Ravenclaws seem distant is due to the fact that they love to step back and observe the natural way of things with an open mind without their own personal interference.

To those of the Ravenclaw House, you are made up of individuals who embody a myriad of traits, which include not only intelligence but tendencies of being analytical, open-minded, and curious. You are all noteworthy individuals who make your mark in ways that the other houses do not. You use your head by thinking things through to choose your destination. When you find yourself or others in the midst of conflict you take time to discern the best path. With your gifted perspective you can assess any situation. With your undeniable logic you come to a precise conclusion can only be described as immaculate. You may be wrong every now and then but you never stop trying to understand.

Our Romantic Gryffindors
Courageous, Strong, and Passionate.
"Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, RAGE against the dying of the light!" - Thomas Dylan


Courage is the one word that comes again and again to describe the Gryffindor House. Courage, however, comes in many shapes and measures such as: daring, boldness, nerve, or even recklessness if it is at its worst. It can take such forms as Neville's courage when he stood in the way of the Golden Trio, Remus' strength to endure when he faces the horrid pain of transformation every month for years without end, or Hermione's passion to stand up and speak amid the crowd when nobody else shares her point of view but she knows it is the right thing to do. It can also be the false courage or recklessness that leads to a fall from grace.

Etymology will tell you that the word "courage" cannot be explained without "heart" and heart is the core trait of the noble lion which represents this fine house. Others may call it passion, spirit, or even rashness yet the bottom line is that when they have to make a choice, they will always follow their heart. Maybe that makes them impulsive, but any Gryffindor will tell you that sometimes it is more important to do what feels true and right than to listen to cold reason. They do what they feel must be done and when at their pinnacle, a Gryffindor's heart will shine with the brilliance of the sun - even if it means getting burned. Sometimes it is the only way to keep the darkness at bay.

Gryffindors look at things in a different light from the other houses. Their passion and brio is seldom wasted on such shallow goals as showing off. Gryffindors have great goals and noble causes. They care for high ideals, for honor, and for nobility of heart and know that the world does not always move in these ways. Gryffindors considers one's behavior in order to discern his or her value, not the results that they achieve.

To those of the Gryffindor House, let it be your guide that true courage is not about brute force and it is much more subtle than roaring and boasting. Courage is solely about your willingness to stand in front of adversity. To stand, to hold, and never back down no matter what. Why? Because it is the right thing to do, because someone has to, and because even if you are doomed you can still bring someone salvation. This is what Gryffindors do, this is how you make a difference. When the darkness comes - and darkness always comes - you will not give up. You will keep raging against the dying of the light. I know that if you are to fall then you will go down holding forth the light of all that you believe in and hope for. You can be killed but you will never be broken.

Our Considerate Hufflepuffs
Hardworking, Loyal, and Just.
"If I can work hard to stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain." - Emily Dickinson

"Hufflepuff" may be a warm and fuzzy name but there is nothing to suggest that they are excessively nice or sweet. Helga Hufflepuff's decision to allow all students into her house defines the house as committed to the egalitarian belief that everyone deserves a fair chance to succeed.


Hufflepuffs tend to keep their feet on the ground and their eyes on the path ahead of them. This does not mean they do not dream big, that they do not take risks, or that they do not think outside the box. It means they see the problems and they fix them; it means they take the time to look over their own shoulders to assess the progress of the entire group, to lend a hand to pull someone else up. It means what they value in others is not always virtue or bravery, cleverness or ambition, but the potential that each person has. Should it come as a surprise that the academic discipline of Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff house, involves making things grow? Huffflepuffs care about potential, they care about creating the best conditions for people to thrive, and they care about having faith in the common good.

Connected to the idea of potential is the value of loyalty and loyalty definitely involves a concern for others. True, loyalty also involves other elements that are critical to the Hufflepuff identity: a certain amount of faith and optimism, and respect for others as well as respect for oneself. These elements of faith and respect are not easily won or haphazardly given; Hufflepuffs are not indiscriminately loyal or hardworking, contrary to popular belief. Because Hufflepuffs value hard work, effort is often used as a criterion for earning trust and loyalty, and Hufflepuffs will certainly reciprocate in kind.

To those of the Hufflepuff House, your very being holds a fierce protectiveness for all that you care so much about. Your qualities and traits tend to be undervalued, but these qualities and traits provide the necessary balance that makes society run, the house system work, and any operation succeed. You are the overwhelming force that keeps life flowing and all forces in check. If ever the moral coil was in danger, you may not have the answers like the Ravenclaws, you may not have the respect like the Slytherin, nor may you have the flair of the Gryffindors, but you are the one who does all the hard work. You justly fulfill all requirements to get the job done. If you become marred the scars that are left behind show your sacrifice for those that you love deeply.
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                                              xxxxxx The brunette who hobbled down the hall, gave a sharp sarcastic tone as he spoke. Auden rolled her eyes at him. He’d grown quite the thorn in the side since his leg was snapped. He was nearly always sulking, and to even get up seemed like a hassle for him. Auden put her hands on her hips as the boy called the yellow lab into the room. She hated when Roscoe tromped through the house like that. He was a good dog, yes: But this apartment was majorly to small for him. Matt began to pet his friend and looked up at Auden. The blonde grumbled under her breath. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when he said he’d be her sidekick. It wasn’t like she really though that scum Gabriel would have actually been dumb enough to try and nab the sidekicks. Auden took care of that though. With the help of Gallant, the two took the man down, but not in time enough for Matt’s left to be spared. But Auden was always trying to remind Matthew that it was better than Gabriel bashing his skull in half.

                                              ”Okay Matt. It’s time for you to stop sulking around the house. “

                                              Point blank she laid down the law. Yes, the boy’s leg was broken, and yes it hurts. But she knew that he shouldn’t be sulking nearly this bad. She’s broke her arm before. And at that point in her skill level she wasn’t to good at her powers. It wasn’t exactly like matt’s case, but she sort of could get it. He was so used to running circles around people, literally. The boy never stood still, and for this to happen, had to be pretty devastating. But Auden was tired of letting him sit around and do nothing until the leg healed. She had arranged it with Robin: Who was more than excited to have Matt not mope around the house any longer. For the boy to join them at work. When Gabriel was discovered as well, what he was, Robin was smart enough to be in a potion where he took a big step up, and took over the law firm that Gabriel had once ran.Auden was really excited when this happened because It made things so much easier for her! She could now leave work at whatever need when it came to the city because Robin knew about why. She didn’t have to make up lame excuses to her higher ups about it, and then get into trouble because she left so often. It was very helpful.

                                              When Matt looked at her with a confused look. She figured she should explain a bit more. She was going to have Matt come in and do some reception work at the firm. It wasn’t to glamorous, but hey, It got him out of the house and he’d get paid for it too. Which might be an incentive for him to go? Well, that’s what Robin and her thought at least. The Blonde Leaned against the edge of the couch, and looked at the clock. They would get to work in the next hour or so, depending on how quick Robin would be with grabbing some Java.

                                              ”You’re going to go with me and Robin, when he gets back that is. Your going to help around the firm.”

                                              She didn’t know what he was thinking at this moment. But she couldn’t imagine he was to thrilled. It was just…Robin and Auden couldn’t let him stay here, or with is friends because what if he just sat around and didn’t do anything? He had his moments when he actually ventured to do some stuff, but it wasn’t anything like he used to. Auden felt bad for Matt right now, because it would be really hard not to be able to use something that he was really used to. That would be like taking her palm pilot away from her, and then ask her to function for a day. Not a chance in heck. Auden smiled wide and spoke.

                                              ”Not to mention you’ll actually get out of this drab house, but Robin’s agreed to pay you too.”

                                              That had to sweeten the death sentence just a bit, she thought. When she was Matt’s age-Well, heck, she still was motivated by money. She was bad about buying things. Music was her major thing, and then the random stuff that really wasn’t needed, like new shirts and stuff for Robin and Matt, she’d bought them both plenty of things that she’d never seen either wear. She just liked to shop…That wasn’t to bad a thing, yeah? And at night when she gets tired of reading or doing something else, she sometimes gets on and shops on line…Which is worse than a store for her. But hey, it wasn’t that bad. She wasn’t in debt, and she wouldn’t buy something unless she had the money to pay for it.

                                              Just as Auden was going to open her mouth, Robin opened the front door, and with Java in hand, and a bag in the other Auden grinned. Walking to him, she pulled the Cups from his hand, and put them on the table. The Brunette smirked at Matt and spoke ”Hey Matt, Did Addy tell you about our brilliant plan?”. Matt nodded at the man as Auden pulled out a muffin. Auden replied to her brother with a yup before tossing a Muffin towards Matt. Just because His leg was hurt didn't mean he couldn't catch things.

                                              It didn’t take the trio long to grab a muffin, and even Matt to get a hot chocolate. Since he wasn’t much of a Java drinker like Robin and herself, he got that instead. With cup in her hand, Auden stepped down the hall and into her room she rummaged around in her closet for a moment, before pulling out a button up. She knew matt could wear it, she’d bought it for him a while ago, but just hadn’t thought it was worth giving him in his condition. Back to the living room she went, and setting it near Matt she spoke with a glance at his t-s**t. “I know you lover your…Um, what are those? Robots? Anyway, just throw this on over, and you’ll be set!” With a grin she looked to Robin who was just taking the last swig of his Java, and throwing it in the trash bin he stuck his hands in his pockets and smirked.

                                              ”So, I think Miller is going to be pretty Cheesed since were late…But I am glad you did call in, It gave us some time to get hobbles to go with us”

                                              Robin was that sort of person to make jokes, and he did with Matt a lot. Auden knew that Robin thought, even despite Matt’s older sister, was like his little brother, and would do just about anything for the boy. Stepping to the door, she pulled her purse off the coat rack and pulled open the door, Robin nodded at her as a thanks as he passed through. Auden stood and waited for Matt to pass through. As Matt was walking through the door, she looked at Roscoe and spoke ”Be a good boy Roscoe! We’ll be back later” The not so small puppy gave a whimper as the door closed behind them. Auden was surprised how much she’d grown to actually like the large dog that lived in the apartment now.

                                              It took a bit to get to the firm, for Obvious reasons, but it was a bit odd today for there were a group of reporters at the door. Auden felt her stomach turn as she looked at the crowd at the door. They had been around a lot lately since Robin took over the business he’d become hardcore popular with the press, which…was sort of bad. Auden was happy for him and all, but with it and her and Matt and yeah, all of it was sort of. Blah. Auden was good at rambling, even In her own mind. As the three approached, there was a swarm of people rushing to Robin asking as many questions as they could, in hopes he would grab on to at least one of them.

                                              Auden pushed her way through the crowd slowly, so Matt could follow behind her, without much of an issue. The blonde took a glance back at Matt, to make sure he was okay, and before she knew it, she was stopped by one of the reporters. Auden blinked. Her face flushed as he began to ask her questions. She wasn’t really good with the paparazzi. She often hid from them even as Psyche. She just…wasn’t cool with them. Auden winced, and as she went to open her mouth Robin stood behind her with his casual work tone and spoke.

                                              ”This is my sister, Auden. She works at the firm, she did before I was able to step in and snatch it up.”

                                              As Robin spoke, a bunch of questions approached them again. Auden shifted as Robin just muttered it was time for them to get in side and get to work. Auden stepped back with Matt, as Robin nearly parted the sea of people to get into the building. Auden gave Matt a quick smile as to tell him how crazy this all was. Sure, it was different when they were Psyche and Velocity, but when they were just themselves, Auden hated it even more. The three entered the building, and were greeted by the front desk receptionist. With a smile, Auden waved at the woman, who was answering the phones. The three stepped across the foyer, and into the elevator, they went.

                                              As the door closed, Auden leaned against the wall with a sigh. ”That’s just crazy!” Watching the Elevator click to the top floor, the door slid open and Robin stepped out first. He was greeted by Samuel Miller, His assistant, who was just known as miller. The glasses faced man gave a panicked look as Robin laughed. The two went off across the way into Robin’s office. The front desk was for the takes now, since Miller was now occupied with Robin. Letting Matt take the seat behind the desk Looking out the window of the tall building Auden spoke. Turning to look at matt she smiled.

                                              ”Its odd for that to happen, even when were suited up I can’t get used to it! Now, Let’s let you take a bit of a break and sit down for a few, then we’ll see what Miller left to do”



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x»Ooc: Some of that was really etchy, but I wanted to move along a bit, haha
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