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 Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 12:30 am
Mage Username: cideon Character Name: Healer, Cleric, Fixer, White Mage, Miracle Man, Doctor, etc... Kingdom: one that no longer exists Occupation/Class: healer of Veritas' kingdom Age: unknown Species: it's possible he was human... a long time ago Gender: male. most of the time. Sex: he's old enough to be your great granddaddy to the Nth degree! Bio: He once had a name, like he once had a life. He served a goddess of healing, but she has faded from most human and elven memory. Perhaps the long-lived fae might know her. Regardless though, this now nameless man was once a mere acolyte, but he studied the art of healing, not just with magic, but with herbs, enchantments, scroll spells, and more. History is lost to us now, but he is content to live with the god Veritas and keep up his studies of the white arts in relative peace (unlike those warring kingdoms where he keeps getting bothered CONSTANTLY). He's a bit grouchy himself, but will never turn away anyone who needs him. Oftentimes his payment is listening to him ramble about things that happened eons ago. Or occasionally pinching a gal's butt. Maybe candy. Weapons: none whatsoever. well, if you don't count the fact that he is buddies with Veritas. Powers: If you've got a pulse, he can fix you, guaranteed! It's just a matter of magic, time, and your ability to swallow this nasty medicine. If you've got no pulse... well there's always a first time! Other: Because Veritas wants him to be able to help anyone in need, his 'room' may feel like it's in several places at once in the castle. Or just doors all over the castle just warp to the same place. Even he isn't all that sure how it works. Description: He can look like anyone he may want to. More often than not he's male, human, and elderly... but on occasion, a scantily dressed little young lassie has been spotted healing people with his skill.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:58 pm
The Queen of Avarice Username: Created by Mariana Saravan 
Character Name: Aliyavenya
Alias: The Malcanthet is among one of them.
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Queen of Avarice
Age: ---
Species: Succubus
Gender: Female…usually
Sexual orientation: Any which way she fancies for the day.
Weapons: Put it this way…she doesn’t need a weapon to bring you to your knees. But just incase she fancies the whip.
Powers: She’s a full blown queen Succubus. Just to sum it up…she can suck your soul and make you love it, make you fall into lust at the snap of a finger, shapeshift to any form she wishes, read your desires, dream walk, astral projection, telepathic, and a whole crap load of powers she won’t let you know about.
Other: as the Malcanthet, she’s the only one that can control or command other Succubus or Incubus. She’s had the title for longer than she can remember and while she wants to pass it on, she’s not in any rush. The fact that she came to rule the kingdom of Avarice just gave her another reason to be a queen.
And if you walk into her harem…you will understand the meaning of walking into a surreal situation.
Description: Put it this way, she doesn’t have any set form. However, she has a “default” or favored form if you will. Her brown hair is rich, her blue eyes clear and piercing, her peach skin flushed in all the right places, and her mouth soft and full. It doesn’t matter if you have a specific type, you’ll be attracted to her anyways as she leak a raw attraction…but if she cares to she’ll switch to your dream woman. If not, she’ll look fabulous anyways.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:38 am
The King of Avarice
Username: Created by Mariana Saravan
Character name: Vincent
Alias: The Devil, My Lord, Oh my God...
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: King of Avarice
Age: Trust me when I say you don't want to know
Species: Incubus
Gender: Prefers to be Male
Sexual Orientation: Prefers females when in male form. But as for how often...lets just say he'd put a Nymphomaniac to Shame.
Weapons: He actually has many, many years being trained with a sword and finds the art of it rather amusing.
Powers: As a full blooded incubus he has the power of seduction - all forms of it. He can change shape if he so pleases to fit whatever desire he's sensing from his target. He can dream walk, has a minor telepathic ability, astral projection, possessions, Requires a lot of...energy daily to do all of this. But other than that, there are a few other tricks that even he doesn't talk about.
Other: The day his daughter started to move, he was given the crown matrimonial by his queen - his Malcanthet. His Harem...lets just say that he has a large need of energy and yet everything is done tastefully. Or at least as tasteful as it could be.
He likes to pop in time to time...trying to tempt his own daughter to take a full time lover or to discourage boys he doesn't like for his daughter. Its almost like sometimes he can't make up his mind about keeping her for himself or letting her slowly turn into a full Succubus by herself. Oh, by the way, his daughter is Dorian.
Description: He is frighteningly perfect, even if you wouldn't normally think so when you step into his presence that's all you'll notice. There is a confidence to him as well, as though he knows he could take on the world and win. Almost cocky in that way, but he's honestly rather polite about it...he tries not to rub how much you want him in your face too often.
---He used to take the default form of a blond with blue eyes, but has recently switched it to having dark hair.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:06 am
Damon  Username: Mariana Saravan Character Name: Damon of the house of Avarice Kingdom: Avarice Occupation/Class: Personal Servant to Dorian Age: 25 Species: ½ human, ¼ elf, ¼ Fae – basically he’s a mutt. Gender: male Sex: Straight…though bi in the castle of Avarice cause its impossible not to be. Bio: He was born to a very mixed family. His mother had the fae blood, his father the elven. Both of them were something like cast offs of their own nation, they never did tell him which ones, who had joined in the kingdom of Avarice. He grew in a very accepting family, but as times got hard he found out his parents were active participants in a business they never told him about – involuntary slave trade. Now, servant markets weren’t unused to him – but involuntary slavery and voluntary servitude were two completely different things to him and to the nation he grew up in. Feeling wronged by the fact that his parents had kept that a secret from him, Damon set off into a life without his parents. However, it was hard since he didn’t have any papers or a trade to speak of. And at the age of twenty he found himself enlisted as a voluntary servant in training. He went through eighteen months of training in various things and then his school presented him and his class mates for their Bonds to be purchased. Basically that means that they paid for his schooling, made a pack to never let him go without all the necessities so long as they could help it, as long as he gave them loyalty and did the tasks assigned to him he was offered their protection as well. And it came with a small salary per month, pocket change in a sense, depending on what was being otherwise provided and what the purchasing family could afford as per the agreement. It was respectful, tasteful, and completely legal and of his choosing – even if it was instigated by the fact that he had little means to leave elsewhere. He just wasn’t expecting to get spotted by the Heir to Avarice and for her to find out just how mixed his parentage was at first glance. And then for the queen to buy him for the young princesses, hoping that he’d break her out of her human habits. He’s done nothing to dissuade or encourage such behavior, as it wouldn’t be his place to do either or. Instead, as per his agreement, he has remained loyal and given over energy to the “young” heiress as needed. Possibly because of his quiet acceptance over her being mixed, Damon was granted many favors usually not offered to a servant. It separated him a little from other servants, because in that sense he rose to be their boss when it pertained to the Lady Dorian. At the same time, the only thing she’s ever demanded of him was his loyalty, his silence if she gave him information, a warm body on the days when she wasn’t feeling up to par, and energy as it was needed though she never went so far as to “have a meal of him” as she once put it. Now, at the age of 25, Damon has found himself with the Lady Dorian at the castle of Veritas. He’ll help the servants for a small bit, but in the end he’ll be the only person to stay with Dorian as she awaits for the assassination attempts to be taken care of so she and he can return home. Weapons: He’s actually not a fighter, but he is good at making knots if that counts for anything. Powers: He has a slight magical gift due to his elven an fae blood. He has the ability to read auras and calm them, enchanting an instinctual side of people in a very innocent manner. Other: Because of his elven blood, his senses are lightly increased as well as his physical reactions and limitations. His fae blood grants him with the abilities to see the fae realm as needed. And the combination makes his blood and energy almost addicting. However, its all hampered down by human blood during most of the day – during the hours of magic, his heritage seems to shine right through. Description: Casual with almost an innocent appeal. There’s a story behind his gray eyes and a stubbornness hardening his spine. He does not submit, he merely chooses to give proper respect where and when it’s due. There is a gentleness to his hands and one can just as easily tell he hasn’t done too much of a hard day’s labor as they can tell he is rather educated and well taken care of.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 5:22 pm
 Username: Anonanimal
Character name: Erik Bascov
Alias: My Lord, Tsar, King, etc.
Kingdom: Prudence
Occupation/Class: King of Prudence
Age: 264, though physically he resembles a man in his thirties.
Species: Elven
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Bio: He was born and raised with the convictions of his people, taught to take a fair amount of pride in his family name and the culture of his kingdom. Though he was known for being slightly more gentle in his younger years, Erik’s personality was certainly never rash or rebellious, or even overly fair; he shuddered at the thought of shaming his family with such behavior, and this at least reflected in his personality amongst his people and the courts. Away from prying eyes he was, however, a tad debauch in his youth (at least in the eyes of his Kingdom), choosing to have an extended tryst with a visiting knight from Patience (Asmoda). This has remained a well-kept secret, however, and such actions ceased once he married his wife, Fedora .
Their first few centuries as king and queen went along smoothly by way of the status of their kingdom and the ongoing wars, but was marked for them with many personal tragedies. Their many attempts to produce an heir at first proved fruitless, or led in miscarriage, and Erik worried for some time that his family name might die with him, and that the throne would be relinquished to another noble family. The thoughts plagued him, and perhaps hardened his character even more over time.
At long last, an apparent miracle came to them in the form of twins; Demetri and Nikolai. More children only followed, and things began to look up considerably as the boys aged...for at least Demetri seemed to be the perfect replica of his father; considerate, dedicated and wise. Nikolai, however, soon proved himself a great disappointment to Erik, as his demeanor was much more exuberant and free-spirited than what was acceptable for Prudence. His other children were regarded with a nature which was considerate and yet stoic, and if their behavior began to reflect Nikolai’s in any way, the King quickly found reason to cut ties with them. This process was carried out differently than in other kingdoms, for claiming them illegitimate would imply an affair of some sort, which was unacceptable even for the royals of Prudence. Instead, the children were deemed 'adopted’, taken in from the expired noble families who had given their lives to the wars. It was not an action he could extend towards Nikolai himself however, for he resembled Demetri (and, moreover, Erik himself) so utterly that it couldn’t be denied that he was a legitimate child.
This was all quite frustrating, but Erik found no reason to worry himself over it too deeply. So long as Demetri was protected, Prudence would be in good and capable hands. They deemed that Demetri would be ready to take the throne by twenty-one, and it was documented that Erik would step down as king at that time, a decision he was more than comfortable with at the time.
He hadn’t expected his beloved son to die, however, and that changed things considerably. The title of heir fell to Nikolai, and Erik quickly found himself not only devastated over the loss of his favorite child, but caught in a predicament which would place his least favorite child on the throne at twenty-one. This doesn’t bode well for his kingdom...
Weapons: He’s quite skilled with numerous types of blades, and is an accomplished archer.
Powers: Telekinesis, the staple ability of those born into his family. He’s also well-practiced in the magical arts, namely in the art of Summoning, and is able to call needed objects to his form by merely willing it. The task does not come without effort, however, especially for larger objects...or living objects, for though he is able to summon people to him, he must be willing to exert the required energy, know the targets location, and the target must be more or less willing (for it is a spell that can be avoided).
Other: He feels a great deal of contempt towards his living children, for none of them have proven themselves worthy of royal status in his eyes. His moods around them vary from stoic to loathsome, the latter being mainly extended to Nikolai. He despises his eldest son for numerous reasons; most notably for his identical appearance to Demetri, and for his outgoing and somewhat careless demeanor and aversion to Prudence’s strict social policies.
Description: He resembles an older version of the twins, slightly taller and more filled out, his body more physically tone, the lines in his face slightly more pronounced. His hair his shadowy in color, oftentimes falling into his eyes (which are a deep brown, a stark contrast to Nikolai and Demetri's own azure-tinted hues), though he rarely makes the effort to brush it away.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 5:28 pm
~The Queen Of Prudence, Fedora Wodsin Bascov~  Username: Created By The Bunit Character Name: Fedora Bascov Kingdom: Prudence, but was born in Envy Rank: Queen of Prudence Age: 230, though she looks to be in her late 20's Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Straight Bio: Born and raised as a princess of Envy, Fedora Wodsin flourished in the courts of her kingdom, ever a bloom that many in the Sinful nations sought after. But in a shaky treaty, she was marked for marriage to Erik Bascov, the then heir to Prudence at the age of 15. It was a smart match, and Envy and Prudence attempted to maintain on good terms. The pair remained rather close despite it being an arranged marriage, and Fedora fancied herself in love with her husband, and even when Envy and Prudence fell from good graces she chose the side that her husband did after an internal struggle of where her alliances lay. Often she felt inadequate, and for a long time the inability to produce an heir caused great friction between her and the people who were now supposed to pay homage to her. It would be her fault if Erik the Great did not leave behind children, did not leave behind his legacy to someone in his line. And the stress and pressure to fulfill her duty as the queen in that aspect often only made her too frail to actually carry a child to full term, and many miscarriages ensued. It wasn't until 20 years ago that she gave life to a set of twins, and more children only followed, causing her great joy for the first time since her youth. Not only were they beautiful and healthy, the set was a pair of boys, and her first child would be the much desired heir to their kingdom. Because of her strife in carrying children, Demetri was her favored child; he had the perfect demeanor for what was expected of their kingdom, and she doted constantly upon his head, making it quite clear who she loved above all the other offspring that came from her womb. Nikolai fell short of her expectations, and she slowly began to hate the boy for his apathetic behavior. He was carefree, frivolous and the direct opposite of his elder brother. Disappointed in him, Fedora made it very apparent that she didn't desire to be plagued with his presense, that he'd never be a welcomed Bascov. Her other children were obviously of less import to her, and while she thought them better than Nikolai, she didn't much care to harp on their well being. Upon realizing that Danae wasn't a clever girl and didn't love her future king as the rest of the kingdom did, Fedora cast her out of her sight, ashamed of herself that the Envy she'd been bred in had carried to one of her children. And with the girl's detestable tomboy habits, Fedora did what she might to hide this lack of propriety from the courts. While she didn't hate the girl, every time she stared upon her daughter's visage the queen could only be reminded of the shortcomings of the kingdom she'd been born to. Convinced that the girl was touched in the head and had envy running through her veins, (and her younger brother a drunken fool), Fedora only further readied Prudence for her beloved son's reign... wishing that the others would learn from his example. Tragedy struck her life again when an assassin took from her that what she held most dear to her heart. (Aside from Erik, of course) ANd it left Nikolai as heir to the throne... Convinced that she'd made the correct choice as to which woman would best make the next queen, Fedora and the DeWinter family arranged the match for Milani to be wed to Nikolai in Demetri's stead. She sent a letter with the countess to Veritas' kingdom, in hopes that Milani would at least regain the devotion of their people, as none are happy with who will be left in charge in two very short years. Weapons: Sheer determination. A fit lady of the court has guards and a husband to tend to matters of fighting. Powers: Power Augmentation; she's the ability to strengthen or weaken another's powers, and if her power is stronger than their own, she can negate theirs completely. Other: Fedora is the picture of perfection when it comes to being queen. She's compassionate, has given the king several children to carry their line, and is ultimately devoted to her husband with an unexpected love.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:46 pm
~Spot Reserved For Demetri Bascov~
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:58 pm
 Played By: The Mods, as needed Character Name: Katriel Kingdom: Veritas' Occupation/Class: Servant Age: Unknown Species: Classified, appears human. Gender: Female, currently. Sex: Irrelevant Bio: Classified. She spends her days feigning the introverted servant girl, though her expressions often slip into something more calculating as she watches the royals go about their usual affairs. In truth, it is her job to see to it that no physical scuffles occur amongst the guests...none that her master wouldn't approve of, anyway. She holds to her duty with a ferocity that is almost disturbing, her devotion to Veritas absolutely unwavering, though since her origins are so entirely veiled, no one can place exactly why she is so dedicated. When her timid facade drops, an occurrence generally only spawned when the call of her true job beckons her, she is actually quite stoic in mannerism. Powers: She's displayed to the guests at least one of her powers, that of Negation. It is not known if this is the extent of her abilities.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:51 pm
The King Of Hubris
Played By: Anonanimal
Character Name: King Rodric Bellerose
Kingdom: Hubris
Occupation/Class: King
Age: 46
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Bio: Born to a long line of human rulers, Rodric Bellerose has never once found himself content with his own mortality. He believes, as his kingdoms merits, that he is of the utmost worthiness...that he can take what he wants, when he wants it; That the world should rightly belong to him. As such, he finds himself too good to live the life of a mere human, and devoted much of his youth to the practice of various types of sorcery...all done in the interest of gaining power and, in the long run, immortality.
He is fickle with women, thinking far too much of himself to settle down with only one. He was married once, at the age of eighteen, to a human woman from his kingdom. She was fair, so beautiful that it was almost a fault, and as complacent as any woman of Hubris could possibly be. In every eye she was the perfect mate, save for in Rodric's view. He found her insipid, and caused an immediate rift in their relationship by openly keeping a number of mistresses in his company. Utterly distressed at her husbands betrayal, it is widely believed that the woman died of sadness...since the illness which overtook her was as mysterious as it was quick to eradicate her life.
After the death of his first wife, Rodric made the decision that he would not marry again. Instead, he set out to have children with numerous other types of women, intensely interested in the species which he might be able to introduce into his bloodline; Banshees, Elves, Drakovics, Angelic beings. He made lovers of all of these creatures. After they gave birth to his children, some left, and others died, and still some remained to live in the Hubris castle; to raise their children and to bask in the glow of their King.
As for his views towards his own kin, Rodric holds a certain degree of fondness towards every one of them. He's taught them to hold a certain amount of pride within them, as is common place in Hubris. He is stringent with his sons especially, and -as women are indeed his weakness- he tends to dote upon his daughters. The combination has produced a slew of mostly spoiled, self-absorbed children...but of course Rodric wouldn't have it any other way...so long as they know to respect him, and his decrees, above all others.
As for his attempts to lengthen his life span, and his studies in the dark arts...they are quite simply a mystery; no one yet knows if his labor has produced any fruit.
Weapons: An imposing two handed sword is always sheathed at his waist. It is dotted with rubies, and embellished with the Bellerose Insignia at the hilt.
Powers: He has trained adamantly in various magical arts, absolutely determined to establish himself as a being of power amongst the other realms. He has a number of hexes and curses in his arsenal, as well as an ability to conjure illusions- this can manifest in the form of him altering an environment or even his own features.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:01 pm
The King of Humility  Played By: Created by Master Cliff Fate Character Name: Alec Riley Kingdom: Humility Occupation/Class: King Age: 45 Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Straight Bio:Alec was always quite fearless even when younger and while he is humble he is not overly so knowing quite well what he is capable of. Usually if he says he can do something it is because he often times can. He met Ryan's mother when they were both quite young and got married the day he was named King. Things were quite well for a time and despite the small skirmishes here and there they enjoyed relative peace. Then after she had Ryan his wife became ill and soon after died. He approached a temple dedicated to a goddess and pledged his everlasting service to her in exchange for her blessing. He was told that she would allow him to grow old and see his children grow up as long as he remained single. After some deliberation he agreed and was granted her blessing. He was allowed to father other children as long as he never stayed with the woman and only if he truly loved them. He loved a few other women starting with Naedira's mother but given his vow he could only show his love for them by giving the children granted to him his undying devotion. Weapons: A long sword and shield Powers: Kinetic Absorption - He absorbs kinetic energy from blows (Weapons, Fists, etc.) and turns it into his own strength for use.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 11:48 pm
Sam Tomm Etheuw Username:Banethebone Character name: Sammy, Sam, Mr. Etheuw, Sam Tomm Etheuw Kingdom:Avarice, but brought to Veritas by previous owner. Occupation:Low Class Servant in the house of Veritas Age:14yrs old Species:Human Gender:Male Sex: Not fully apparent yet. Bio: Born into slavery he was sold to a resident in the house of Avarice, an traveling merchant. He learned how to preform basic tasks. He was often called on to babysit when they had babies and parents visiting the castle. He loved the responsibility. He had little interest in the workings of the rooms the parents headed off to, he had an almost unquenchable hunger when it came to the children though. What did they like to do, how did they like to do things, what games did they know. He always seemed to inspire a questioning spirit in the minds of the youth. And on some occasions he caused such a thing in people of semi-maturity. When his master was getting ill, the man was sent to Veritas, for some negotiation, and the servant followed. It was their his master died at the door. Oddly the man had the deed to Sam's ownership, unfortunately the journey had been to give him to Veritas. So he joined the staff of the House of Veritas. He spent a couple months there before the heirs arrived. Power:He can effect peoples thoughts through inspiring the youthful habit of questioning..He also can speak any language, simply by hearing it spoken idly.(the speech ability is an odd sociological speech adaptation) Other: He is not overly analytical(he doesn't think to deeply on matters and actions). He simply lets things rationalize themselves, often through circular logic. He is often shy around women and does little more than blush...
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:00 am
Nolan Masterson
Arch-Duke of Wrath  Username: Arylkia Character Name: Nolan Pierce Masterson Kingdom: Wrath Occupation/Class: Arch-Duke Age: 46 Species: Human Gender: Male Sex: Straight Bio: Nolan grew up as the second brother of the current Wrathian king. There was little animosity between the siblings, both practicing their fighting techniques with each other in the lap of luxury. While Nolan knew that he would never be the ruler of the kingdom, he preferred to work on his battle skills rather than worry about the politics of the kingdom. When his brother ascended to the throne at the end of their father's life, he was given the title Arch-Duke, and wed to a beautiful Wrathian woman. The marriage was arranged, and for the first few months of marriage there seemed to be a divide between them. It took the birth of Corrine, their first and only daughter, to bring them together. From there, they realized that there was much in common between them, and they were able to rule together as Arch Duke and Duchess of Wrath. They knew that Corrine was destined for greatness, especially when a fairy appeared and blessed her with an impressive intellect and memory that would fashion her into a hardened fighter and learned leader. While their baby girl grew up strong and intelligent, future attempts to conceive were met with tragedy. While the inability to have more children caused a new rift to form between man and wife, Nolan remained optimistic for his own daughter, whom he initially tried to train for a life at court. It was apparent, however, that her interests lay in everything but the life of a lady. His only daughter took to traveling the world to hone her fighting skills, and it made Nolan proud to see his daughter excel, even if he was not too happy about the places and people she chose to spend her time with. While the death of his wife brought Corrine back home, the loss caused him a great deal of pain. While he was never considered a happy-go-lucky person, Nolan retreated into himself, asking his daughter to take over the title his wife left behind. Throwing himself into planning military campaigns and fulfilling his duties as Arch Duke, the recent attempt on his daughter's life ignited a fire in him to figure out what was going on throughout the kingdoms. He knew how angry she would be at him sending her to Vertias' castle, but for her own safety, he insisted that she travel there. Since she left, he's been doing what he can to figure out what would cause such an attempt on his precious daughter. Weapons: Nolan is very adept with a javelin, and can use it for both offensive and defensive purposes. In fact, it is his weapon of choice with most things. However, he is also an accomplished archer, and was able to teach his daughter virtually everything she knows about using a bow and arrow. Powers: A seemingly unending thirst and ability in battle - he can fight for hours at a time without appearing to tire. Rumors abound as to whether such a talent comes from magical gifts or inexplicable human stamina, but Nolan relishes the mystery surrounding him. Other: Nolan is quite the mix of personalities, like his daughter. In battle he is ferocious and unmerciful, while he is gentle and compassionate around his family and those he cares about. In that way, he is a great ruler - able to temper his nearly insatiable thirst for battle with an understanding of what is best for those in his charge. When it comes to his daughter, he is exceptionally overprotective, and while he knows that she has turned out to be a formidable woman in her own right, his traditional views of gender roles are constantly challenged whenever she is around. He wants nothing more for her than to see her married and taken care of for the rest of her life, since he never knows when he will be taken from this world. Description: Nolan is quite large. Standing a massive 6'5", he is every bit muscle. Even though he is not the King of Wrath, few doubt that he looks the party - he is literally large and in charge. Long, curly blonde hair falls about his shoulders, his facial hair kept trim but ever present. Known for his battle prowess, his body is riddled with scars, each of them a fascinating tale in their own right. Despite his hardened exterior, his eyes can show a surprising amount of softness and compassion, especially when looking at his only daughter.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:39 am
Mary Alabaster  Username: x-EternalAlice-x Character Name: Mary Alabaster Kingdom: Envy Occupation/Class: Kitchen Servent to the Royal Family Age: 34 Species: Human Gender: Female Sex: Straight Bio: Once, a great long time ago, she used to be the daughter of a farmer. Unfortunately, they all became servents to the King and Queen as punishment for her father not paying his taxes and evading the joining of the military. For one so young, Mary felt it was a great honor to serve her kingdon. Even if it was doing something as fixing the royal's their food. However, this didn't mean she was some help go lucky person. She had always been the type to put herself above others, especially when others needed her the most. Of course, Mary never gave in to things against her morals. Men had tried to take her to their beds, but she wouldn't let them. This started happening about the time she was sixteen. It only grew worse with age. It seemed her body had no idea how to become ugly in the eyes of men. Mary had slowly started turning a bit cold on the inside. Her outside was still warm, but her mind turned cold due to her decreasing respect for men. However, due to a birth defect, she wasn't able to learn how to wield weapons. Her body would become too tired just from trying to pick a weapon up! If only she had one on that day. Mary still kept strong to her morals, at the cost of free will. Before, the males would live her alone if she ignored them. This day, that wouldn't happen. The man kept trying to get her to let him have her. She wouldn't let him. Unfortunately, he decided to force himself on her and Mary could do nothing to stop him. Her mind felt disconnected from her body as he kept raping her. Then he finished and walked away. After that day, a few days after her eightenth birthday, she felt numb and angry at the world. However, Mary never showed it. She never told a soul about her rape and allowed life to continue as normal. Her parents never found out, even when they were on their deathbeds when she was nineteen. Eventually, she grew cold to the world, her facade strong and never allowing a soul in her. That changed when a few months after her parents death. She happened to be heading to the kitchen when she passed a youngish boy training by himself. Mary thought it strange that this boy wasn't with the other body. Thus, Mary apporached him and freaked him out. This caused him to injure himself and she felt aweful! She went to go get supplies to help him, even though he didn't want help. Soon, Mary was able to fix his wound and had discovered that the "he" was a she. That was her and Soren's friendship started. Soren gave her hope again in humanity and allowed her facade to slowly break. At least in front of Soren anyway. Those years of friendship were precious to her and those times gave her the support she never had. Mary had grown to care for Soren. Not as a lover, but as a dear sister and treasured friend. Thus, when Soren had to leave, she wished she could have gone with her. Unfortunately, Mary had to stay and help feed the royality of Envy. If only she as lucky as Soren and could explore the world as well. If only she had taken the opportunity to tell Soren what had happened to her all those years ago and how much Soren's arrival in her life was a blessing in disguise. Weapons: She has none Powers: She has none Other: Mary was the one that suggested Soren keep a journal with her of her travels. That way, Mary would be able to indirectly experience what her friend experienced outside the castle walls. Description: Mary has chin length, brown hair, and has grey eyes. Her skin is quite pale due to her being in the castle so much. Her figure is the normal sized figure for a woman of her age. It would used to be skinner, but has grown over the years. She has some scars on her wrists and ankles due to the ropes tied around her during her rape. Also, she has scars on her inner thighs and hips due to how rough he was and the fact he was into sadisim. Because of this, she usually wears longs dresses that don't show any skin. That way, she won't attract attention to her scars. Due to how much she has worked all her life, Mary's hair roots are starting to grey at a young age and a few crows feets and mouth wrinkles have appeared on her face, making her look even older than she is to most people. Nether the less, she is happy with her older looking apperance.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 10:14 am
Darius  Username: x-EternalAlice-x
Character Name: Used to be Darius Javalin, but after he became a servant, he was stripped of his last name and is now just Darius Kingdom: Fortitude Occupation/Class: Former Knight in trainting Age: Eleven when he died, but looks like he is twenty four. Species:Used to be Human, but now is a ghost Gender:Male Sex: Straight, but with bi curious tenedencies like John Bio: Darius was a boy raised to be a knight. However, he just coudln't convince himself that slaying people was the right way to go. This made his parents angry at him and they treated him like a servant as punishment. He didn't mind. Darius's parents thought this was what was best for him. Following his father's path and spilling more blood. He just couldn't do it. Eventually, he met a boy by the name of John. At the time, the boy was just six, three years younger than him. He had no idea the boy was a prince. No one treated him like one. Thus when he found out a few days later, Darius felt enraged at the treatment of the boy. For this reason, he wanted to be his friend. It took awhile considering the boy was shy and unsocial, but the boy warmed up to him. They played together and Darius taught him what he had seen his father do in training. After awhile, Darius had to admit he had warmed up to the boy as well. Not that he didn't warm up to people. It was just hard considering most gave servants the dirt treatment. Eventually, Darius even wanted to become a knight so that the prince would never have to shed blood himself. However, this did not come to pass. Darius had been sitting on the window sill, waiting for John to show up. It was their two year friendship anniversay. Then, somehow, he started to fall. His mind seemed to see all his memories and he started to cry. His last words were "I'm sorry" and then he hit the ground, breaking every bone in his body. An instant death for the sorry boy. This was the end they thought to themselves. However, it wasn't. Darius woke up on the other side and saw that he had aged. His body was much older than it was when he left the plain of the living. It had been thirthteen years since his death and he had been given a chance to tell John he was sorry for leaving him. However, he learned something else alone the way and now he has been trying to contact John through his dreams, hoping to tell him before the lie lasted any longer. What was the lie? Well, only Darius knows and he will only tell John the truth. Weapons: If a ghost sword counts that can't harm anyone counts Powers: He has telepathy and can walk through walls and disappear due to him being a ghost Other: Darius was quite good at free running on roofs and walls. Description: He has greyish and black eyes, giving him the apperance of someone angry and aloof. Darius has a scar across his left eye, causing it to not to work as well as his right. This was do to a self inflicted injury before he met John. His hands are calloused from all the labour he did while alive and his muscles are hard, but not rock hard. Thus, giving him the apperance of a semi-musclar man. He has a slightly transculent look to him on occassion, indicting his ghostly origins.
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