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 Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 8:32 pm
Name : Philomela Lillian Melvein Position : Demon Princess Samples : One TwoOwner : StellaLuna Skywind 
Name : Philomela Lillian Melvein
Age : 18
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Hetero Sexual
Position : Demon Princess
Powers : Empathy and a mean Right Hook
Background : Growing up was truly an experience. From the first of my memories, I was always close to my older brother Vincent. And all throughout life and growing up, he has been my best friend. To me, he is my entire world. When I've been in my darkest spots, he's helped me through. When I had no one else to turn to, he was there for me, and for that, he is my hero. But let me explain a little more about myself and my past. You see, I was born the second child, and a female. I'm sure my mother always wanted another boy, after all, look how perfect Vincent is! However, she didn't shun me at first. I was a girl. I was something that she could work into a lady like herself. I could be beautiful, enchanting, and use my appearance as a power. Not to mention, my power of empathy helped to ensnare those that were angry or were sad. My mother drilled me. Made sure i could manipulate emotions.S he forced me through trial after trial for a short period, but when I proved too stubborn, she did away with me. I didn't want to be a proper lady. I didn't want to have someone lay down things for me because I could make them feel guilty if they did not bend to my whims. Maybe, that was why my mother gave up on me. Because I could not be devious as she was. My father, however, was not as yielding.
He spent all of his time on me. Everything was about honing my abilities, and myself to shape my future. I was his female child. I would get only the best, but that didn't mean I didn't have to do anything in preparation. I had to know how to behave as a royal. I was a spoiled child, truly. Anything my father asked of me, I tried to do to the best of my ability. If both of my parents shunned me, I would be unable to function, even if my brother was there to help me through it. And so, I did what my father told me. he wasn't as insistent on learning lady like qualities, as long as I knew proper dresses were for meals, and I could manage my way around men. Yet, I wasn't allowed to run completely wild. I wasn't allowed into normal training as Vincent was. I didn't think it was fair, but I wouldn't quarrel with my father. I already had, and it had gotten me swift punishment. He wasn't going to budge, but I wasn't going to give in. Vincent went through his training. I watched, and learned the movements later when he taught them to me. Of course, that was just when I got to practice them myself. Once I knew how to fight, I would still watch his lessons, and on occasion get the better of him, but it was not a common occurrence. My brother is a fierce warrior. He will probably always be better then me, but it doesn't mean I will stop trying to best him.
When we were first sent away, I thought it was punishment, but there were several nice people there. Or, people that were tolerable. I didn't need to befriend others. I kept to myself mostly anyways. What was the point in getting terribly close to someone that I would eventually have to leave? Or worse, what if my friends disappointed my father? I would never want that route, so I withdrew. Of course, that didn't mean I did not meet people. The elves were particularly avoided. Especially when they had nothing but bad things to say. Besides, I was very young when I was sent away with my brother. How could anyone truly hold it against me if I was anti-social? I was young, and stupid. When we were sent home, I missed the peace, but home was a better place for me. I had people I didn't have to worry about being close to the people there. I didn't have to worry if I slipped into comfort in someone's presence. If I trusted them more then I should have. I suppose I was always sheltered in that way. I wouldn't have to fear, because someone could cover my mistakes. Or, that's what I thought. I probably caused a lot of trouble that was unnecessary for those I lingered around.
When I was told that Vincent and I would be returning to Deshmion, to meet those who we were betrothed to, my heart might have actually faltered. I couldn't believe that I would be going back. Going to see people that I had not spoken with for a second time. And on this chance, I would have to take a husband. I would be wed off to the fey prince. I was enraged at this. Why would my father consent to this? Why would he allow me to marry someone weak? How was that fair? However, Vincent was forced to marry the Elven princess. They would have been on good terms if her cousin hadn't been murdered, and Vincent had not had the blame pointed to him. Maybe one day the killer would come clean and admit their mistake, or at least take their rightful blame. I know I must keep a level head, and I will do what I am told, but I don't think I will ever like it. I never plan on actually being an obedient wife anyways. That Prince will just have to deal with me, and learn how to cope. I'm not going to hold back for him.
Extras : I think I make a pretty demon. And sometimes, I think I might hear whispers. Like someone talking to me, but I'm not telepathic, but I won't tell anyone else. I can have conversations within my mind. Besides, it probably only my conscience anyways, right?
Owner : Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 4:19 pm
Name : Donia Faelwyn Position : Fae Cook Samples : One TwoOwner : Stellaluna Skywind 
Name : Donia Faelwyn
Age : 26
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Bisexual
Position : Fae Cook
Powers : Green Magic
Background : I was born and raised in the land of Faerie. I grew up strong, nothing more then a kitchen maid's brat, sitting in back rooms with the flour and learning to make myself scarce. Respect for those above me was drilled into my head from day one. I'm not exactly sure who my father was. He could have been some passing noble, or just another servant. Mama never really talked much about him, and I learned not to ask too many questions. If you were hoping for something glamorous, there is nothing. I'm just a servant, with some magic like most of the faeries and elves, and other races out there, wielding their own energy to do their bidding. I simply help the plants grow all year long, and comfort them when they're tired.
When I got old enough, I started running plates and food around to rooms in the castle. Sometimes, if i was really good, i would get to serve dinner at the banquets. The lords would request me to pour their wine, and so I go to do that as well, watching all the pretty ladies walk around in their gowns. I was always envious of them. My kitchen rags were nothing compared to the grand raiment they wore around to parties, banquets, and balls. A servants livery was by no means cheap, or destitute looking, but it just wasn't the fine material the ladies wore. I worked hard in the kitchens, in hope that if I was good enough to make coin, that one day, I would be able to wear a gown of the gossamer fabric that the noble ladies and the Princess wore around. I studied recipes and kitchen craft, coaxing plants to surrender only the plumpest fruits when they were ripe enough. I became well known. I created new things that dazzled the nobility, yet the fae castle has it's head chef already. I was sent packing to Deshmion, a great honor, having the ability to cook for all races and learn their recipes and palates as well. I keep my kitchen clean, and no one will ever go hungry as long as I am present.
Extras : She's loud and stern, and runs her kitchen like a general. She also knows all the duties of a ladies maid from Dressing to bed making.
Owner : Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 5:43 pm
Name : [Ambrosia Penelope Milvein]
Age : [Nineteen]
Gender : [Female]
Sexuality : [Bi-sexual]
Position : [Princess of Demons]
Powers : [Empathy, both reading emotions and manipulating them // Dream/Fear manipulation]
Background : [ Growing up was truly an experience. From the first of my memories, I was always close to my older brother Vincent. And all throughout life and growing up, he has been my best friend. To me, he is my entire world. When I've been in my darkest spots, he's helped me through. When I had no one else to turn to, he was there for me, and for that, he is my hero. But let me explain a little more about myself and my past. You see, I was born the second child, and a female. I'm sure my mother always wanted another boy, after all, look how perfect Vincent is! However, she didn't shun me at first. I was a girl. I was something that she could work into a lady like herself. I could be beautiful, enchanting, and use my appearance as a power. Not to mention, my power of empathy helped to ensnare those that were angry or were sad. My mother drilled me. Made sure i could manipulate emotions.S he forced me through trial after trial for a short period, but when I proved too stubborn, she did away with me. I didn't want to be a proper lady. I didn't want to have someone lay down things for me because I could make them feel guilty if they did not bend to my whims. Maybe, that was why my mother gave up on me. Because I could not be devious as she was. My father, however, was not as yielding.
He spent all of his time on me. Everything was about honing my abilities, and myself to shape my future. I was his female child. I would get only the best, but that didn't mean I didn't have to do anything in preparation. I had to know how to behave as a royal. I was a spoiled child, truly. Anything my father asked of me, I tried to do to the best of my ability. If both of my parents shunned me, I would be unable to function, even if my brother was there to help me through it. And so, I did what my father told me. he wasn't as insistent on learning lady like qualities, as long as I knew proper dresses were for meals, and I could manage my way around men. Yet, I wasn't allowed to run completely wild. I wasn't allowed into normal training as Vincent was. I didn't think it was fair, but I wouldn't quarrel with my father. I already had, and it had gotten me swift punishment. He wasn't going to budge, but I wasn't going to give in. Vincent went through his training. I watched, and learned the movements later when he taught them to me. Of course, that was just when I got to practice them myself. Once I knew how to fight, I would still watch his lessons, and on occasion get the better of him, but it was not a common occurrence. My brother is a fierce warrior. He will probably always be better then me, but it doesn't mean I will stop trying to best him.
When we were first sent away, I thought it was punishment, but there were several nice people there. Or, people that were tolerable. I didn't need to befriend others. I kept to myself mostly anyways. What was the point in getting terribly close to someone that I would eventually have to leave? Or worse, what if my friends disappointed my father? I would never want that route, so I withdrew. Of course, that didn't mean I did not meet people. The elves were particularly avoided. Especially when they had nothing but bad things to say. Besides, I was very young when I was sent away with my brother. How could anyone truly hold it against me if I was anti-social? I was young, and stupid. When we were sent home, I missed the peace, but home was a better place for me. I had people I didn't have to worry about being close to the people there. I didn't have to worry if I slipped into comfort in someone's presence. If I trusted them more then I should have. I suppose I was always sheltered in that way. I wouldn't have to fear, because someone could cover my mistakes. Or, that's what I thought. I probably caused a lot of trouble that was unnecessary for those I lingered around.
When I was told that Vincent and I would be returning to Deshmion, to meet those who we were betrothed to, my heart might have actually faltered. I couldn't believe that I would be going back. Going to see people that I had not spoken with for a second time. And on this chance, I would have to take a husband. I would be wed off to the fey prince. I was enraged at this. Why would my father consent to this? Why would he allow me to marry someone weak? How was that fair? However, Vincent was forced to marry the Elven princess. They would have been on good terms if her cousin hadn't been murdered, and Vincent had not had the blame pointed to him. Maybe one day the killer would come clean and admit their mistake, or at least take their rightful blame. I know I must keep a level head, and I will do what I am told, but I don't think I will ever like it. I never plan on actually being an obedient wife anyways. That Prince will just have to deal with me, and learn how to cope. I'm not going to hold back for him. ]
Extras : [Sometimes I hear voices in my head. They're becoming more persistent, but I will not tell anyone.]
Owner : [Stellaluna Skywind]
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 5:43 pm
Name : [Seraphine Emberly Nacht]
Age : Twenty One
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Bisexual
Position : Human Servant
Powers : Crafty at getting in and out of places with little notice // No real extraordinary powers
Background : It all began with a slide of hand. Without a mother to constantly be of use to raise her up, the fiery headed female learned how to become street smart. From her youthful days, she ran through the crowded, dirty city streets that the humans were left with. Many were hunted for their weakness. Others were forgotten, and the cities were left to ruin. It was where Seraphine learned to become quick at getting what she wanted, and faster at getting away with it. A natural pick pocket, she was skilled enough to steal what she wanted or needed and get away quickly. Her run down, skinny appearance only helped her blend into the crowd of children that terrorized her town. As she grew older, her skill grew with finesse, making her the best at her craft in her ragtag bunch of thieves.
It did not diminish her responsibilities as both a child, and an elder sibling. When their mother passed, leaving them penniless, and homeless, Seraphine took on the role of mother. With two younger siblings in tow, she had a lot more competition, and a lot harder task of finding not only food, but shelter, and a way to pay for things. On one of her outings, trying to steal a simple loaf of bread of all things, the red head was caught and was to have an example made of her. Instead of having a hand cut off for her transgression, she was offered other means of pseudo employment. Her siblings would be cared for, but she would be a servant until such time that her debts were repaid. Knowing it meant that she would never be free again, to make certain her siblings go their best chance, Seraphine took the deal and ended up serving the witch mage in her domain. She is to serve the royals with her tongue culled, otherwise she will have her siblings unfortunate malnutrition and lack of care on her own hands as she rots away with her sentence.
Extras : She doesn't like confined spaces or serpents.
Owner : [Stellaluna Skwyind]
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