Michael Owens 22 (this looks really dumb hahaha, this layout is meant for a lot of text ._.)
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 3:32 pm
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♛ Name || Vivienne Millington Age || 18 ((You're totally fine! I did the same thing lol)) ♛
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:50 pm
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♛ Vivienne bit her lower lip softly as she watched her reflection in the mirror. So many thoughts swirled around in her head. She found it unbelievable that she was already eighteen, the age in which she was supposed to be married off. She could hardly believe that so many men, princes, along with their parents, kings and queens, came to support her, but also came with hopes that Vivienne would be married off to their sons. Upon first glance, anyone would be able to tell that she was visibly nervous, and that thought only aided in making her even more nervous. She glanced down at her small hands, before she even realized that she was shaking. She squeezed her hands together in her lap, clearing her throat lightly and fidgeting in her seat as her caretaker and senior maid, Nan, as Vivienne called her, fiddled with the princess's fiery red hair, pinning and clipping it so that it was away from her heart-shaped face. Vivienne watched as Nan took out the handmade curlers from her hair, shuddering as each perfect red curl fell against the milky skin of her shoulders. The princess closed her eyes; she found the feeling of Nan's touch comforting, especially when she was doing her hair. She was always so gentle with the princess, a sure sign that Nan loved her as if she was her own daughter.
"Vivienne, would you just relax?" the elderly female maid scolded, her soft voice interrupting the plethora of thoughts swirling about in the young princess's brain. She couldn't help the small smile that touched her full, red lips. Nan had always thought that she was intimidating, but being as small as she was, and with a voice almost as soft as a sweet goddess, she could never pass for intimidating. However, the smile soon faded and Vivienne only scowled and continued her nervous fidgeting and thumb twiddling as she opened her mouth to argue calmly. "Yes, thank you, Nan, for your comforting words and advice.I'll be sure to relax as soon as I get over the fact that there are hundreds of people downstairs hoping to make me apart of their family. I don't think any one would be relaxed in a position such as mine." She sighed softly, growing annoyed when she heard Nan chuckle softly in response, and squeezed the young woman's shoulders before she kissed her forehead softly and lovingly. "Nan, there's nothing amusing about this situation... I don't even think I'm ready to be married yet.." The petite girl looked down at the floor, her heart racing and her palms sweating from her worked up nerves.
"My dear girl, you're acting as if you're going to be married off and having children of your own tonight. Just think of it as a celebration of your birth, like the previous years. Because, in all honesty, it's really nothing much more than that. Despite what your father and mother say, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do. Do you understand?" Vivienne looked up at the woman before she just nodded in response, taking in a deep breath and exhaling softly. Nan gave the dainty princess another soft and comforting squeeze on her shoulders, before smiling. "Good. Now you're all done. It's almost time for your grand entrance. The elderly woman ran a gentle hand through the red curls that rested along Vivienne's back once more, before letting out a soft sigh. "You are incredibly stunning, Vivienne. I wish you the best tonight. And happy birthday, princess." She smiled broadly, and Vivienne couldn't help but smile back, shaking her head a little. "Thank you, Nan. For everything. I really appreciate it." Once again, the princess couldn't help but glance up at her reflection. She was beautiful. Nan always did such wonders for the princess. "I love you, Nan," she said with a sweet smile, turning around to look at the woman. Nan laughed softly, before leaning down to quickly hug the young girl. "I love you too, Vivienne. I must go now, though. Someone will be up to get you when it's time." With those words, the elderly woman exited the princess's bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.
Vivienne timidly tried to remove the creases in her pale blue dress before she stood from her chair at her dressing table, and she began to pace the room, without her own realizing. The dress trailed shortly behind her, and it hugged and accentuated her curves almost perfectly and it complemented the shade of her bright red hair beautifully. Her heart raced quickly, pounding furiously against her chest, before she took a hesitant seat on the edge of her large bed. She wished this party to be over, despite the words of encouragement that her sweet Nan had given her. She knew her parents wanted her married as soon as possible. And she didn't want to disappoint them. What was she supposed to do? Even if she didn't want to do anything her parents told her, she felt as if she had to. It was her duty. She brushed a hand along her thin, pale arm where goosebumps began to form on her skin as a sad smile formed upon her lips. Hearing a knock on her bedroom door, her eyes quickly snapped up. "Princess, it's time.." she heard a male's voice call. She stood from the edge of her bed, and made her way, ever so slowly, towards the door before pulling it open, offering the male in front a confident and sweet smile. "Thank you," she said in a small voice, before stepping out and closing the large door behind her.
She cleared her throat as classical music fanfared her appearance, and she slowly made her way down the grand staircase, her head held high in confidence and a sweet, innocent and endearing smile greeting her guests and potential spouses and even her parents, who sat with proud smiles on their own faces. Never in her life had Vivienne felt the urge to turn around and run back as fast as she could manage. Soon, the petite woman had descended the staircase and was swarmed by elderly men and women alike, quickly introducing their son to her. ♛
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 12:18 am
[OOC: hhhaa this came out way longer than expected wow sorryyy... anyways, do u have a thing with vulgar language? or nah? and r we in the medieval times or...? sorry so many questions >_< its also 2:35 am and i didnt bother to read over lol. sorry for any mistakes.]
Michael shrugged a pure white dress shirt over his chiseled shoulders, along with a light gray vest to accompany it. A smirk decorated his lips as he thought of the events that were shortly scheduled to unfold. The human King and Queen thought they were clever, but Michael always thought ahead. He was shrewd, but irascible. Gentle, but cunning. Patient, but unforgiving. Seldom the time he ever thought twice about things. Which often got him into multiple predicaments, but he always managed to slink his way out of it. Currently, he picked out his favorite tuxedo, a classic Kiton tux with a slight touch of his own. A heavy, yet comfortable suit jacket carefully graced his shoulders, and was fastened with the buttons near his lower abdomen. Slacks neatly pressed and over his legs, he sat down to slip his shoes over his feet. Michael loved formal clothing. He felt an odd sense of authority over all else, which he was, in his mind of course.
Light brown hair neatly in place, he stood and maneuvered his way over to a mirror that rested against the milky brown color of his bedroom walls. In his hand, a scarlet red bow tie that was gently placed around his neck, and clipped into place. Michael smiled into the mirror, as he turned, checking to see if his backside was presentable. The final component were his cuff-links, light gray circles with his first and last initial: M.O written in red cursive.
Giving himself another once over, Michael sighed with satisfaction before leaving his bedroom and descending down the staircase and into his living room. The mansion was old, a gift from father to son for over 200 generations. To keep it intact, Michael hired other demons to keep his house spick and span while he tended to more pressing matters. Such as a broken promise...
"Good morning, your Royal Majesty," a former demon named Lazarus called out from the kitchen, "How did you sleep?"
"Like a baby, Laz. Like a baby..." Michael exclaimed, entering the grand kitchen. Another demon named Eli was stood next to the stove, readying a breakfast for the king. Lazarus smiled, wiping down the table and pulling the chair out for Michael to sit.
"I assume everything is going well with the humans? You seem in a chipper mood this morning..." Lazarus commented, Eli setting a plate with eggs, bacon, and sausage links on the table. Michael took a seat, placing a napkin on his lap. He chuckled as he immediately dug into his breakfast. How he wished he could say things were going well. He wished he could just simply say, yes, everything with the humans is fine! But it wasn't, and he wasn't going to lie about it.
" No, actually, it isn't. It's the exact ******** opposite. Im fuming right now." Michael retorted, covering his mouth with another napkin. Lazarus stopped in his tracks as Eli quickly scampered out of the room. When Michael was angry, the whole household knew it. He went on rampages, like a child throwing a tantrum. He'd go absolutely crazy while Lazarus desperately tried to calm him down. They weren't fun times, so Lazarus often found himself trying to avoid them.
"H-How so...?" Lazarus stuttered, figuring that if he talked about it, it would release some pent up anger. Michael was quiet for a few minutes, Lazarus taking the time to wash the dishes Eli had used.
"The humans think they have deceived me. I gave them my part of the deal, good health, protection, and even fed them with the crops fit for a king, yet they betray me! I asked for one simple thing, a partner to help me rule this land, and they decline!" Michael hissed, bending his fork into a 'U' shape. His eyes burned a dark red as he abruptly stood up, causing Lazarus to jump at the sound of the chair sliding against the tile. Michael grabbed his plate, setting it on the counter closest to the sink.
"Save this for later. I have business to attend to." Lazarus blinked, immediately beginning to wrap the breakfast in foil.
"Think before you do anything too harsh, yes?" Lazarus called out, but Michael was already slamming the large cherry doors shut. He slipped a pair of sunglasses over his eyes to shield them from the sunlight. Although it was sunny, a slight chill found its way creeping down Michael's neck. He ignored it, and transported himself to the human kingdom.
It was nice, but nothing like Michael's regal home. It was buzzing with life, humans scattered everywhere. It was a bit overbearing, but Michael knew not to attract much attention to himself until he reached the Princess. He didn't know much about her, but he knew that she belonged to him. He wouldn't let himself go home without her.
Taking the steps up, he opened the doors. Lots of chatter filled the rooms, an echo reverberating throughout the house. Never had he been around this many people in one room. He seemed properly dressed for this occasion, nonetheless. A waiter waltzed around, carrying drinks. Michael took the liberty to pluck a wine glass off his tray, before taking off his shades and gently tucking them into his pants pocket. Dark eyes scanning the room, they met with two familiar pairs; the King and Queen. A devilish grin sneaked onto his face as he made his way towards them. They seemed uncomfortable, as they should be.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 11:42 am
No, no.. The longer, the better ^^ It's more of a challenge for me. I don't mind vulgarities whatsoever. And I'm in a medieval mindset right now, so i suppose so, unless you had other ideas.
Edit: this post was prematurely submitted but i'm too lazy to add more. I'm sorry XD
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♛ After about twenty minutes of socializing, Vivienne felt herself becoming a little bit overwhelmed with the mass amount of people, and forcing a sweet smile on her lips to let these people know that she was a friendly girl. She would have much rather been curled up on one of the sofas in the library instead of attending this dreaded gathering. And it wasn't like she had a say in the matter of who she would be allowed to marry; it was her parents's decision, so, all in all, the redheaded princess didn't really see the point in her birthday party.
On occasion, Princess Vivienne would look over to her parents, comfortably seated on their thrones, their eyes rarely ever meeting each other's. The last time she had glanced up at the couple, however, they looked nervous, fearful, even. Which was odd to her, because her parents were the type of people who feared nothing; cunning and deceitful, they were. They always got their own way, and if they didn't, all hell would break loose. Vivienne could clearly remember crying in Nan's arms when she was a little girl after witnessing her father's wrath unleashed towards one of the servants and her mother frantically trying to calm the angered man down. With curious eyes, Vivienne watched as her father motioned for one of the guards, before pointing in the direction of the crowd, and whispering something in the burly man's ear. The guard nodded and stood protectively in between the king and the queen and the crowd, turning away anyone who tried to approach the couple. She turned her gaze away, looking now at the people who addressed her with questions and all kinds of pointless chatter. She missed the two guards making their way through the center of the crowd towards a man. Had their been an intruder already?
Her father cued for the music to become more lively, which indicated that the dancing should begin. A distraction, she knew. Vivienne was led to the center of the floor by a man, whose name she had already forgotten, and he pulled her close, grabbing her waist in a manner that made her very uncomfortable, as his fingers wandered suggestively down her lower backside. Vivienne turned an angry glare towards him, narrowing her eyes.
"You better watch where your hands roam, little boy. Mind you, I don't need any guards for protection," she threatened, before grabbing his hand and twisting it away from her slender figure, cracking a few of his knuckles in the process. He whimpered, muttering a small apology, and she let him go, watching as he took a small step backwards, as if allowing someone else the opportunity to dance with the young princess.
One after the other, young men swarmed in to dance with the princess, and others clapped along, laughing and giggling. And Vivienne could almost admit that she was having a bit of fun. Almost. She had momentarily forgotten about the ordeal with her parents and the guards, and she couldn't help the thoughts that flooded her brain when she recalled what she had witnessed. What had happened? Had it been resolved? She knew that if she asked, no one would satisfy her curiosity, so she struggled to eradicate the thoughts from her mind, not wanting to appear worried to her guests. However, the young princess couldn't help but glance up towards her parents again, and she was able to catch a glimpse of her mother escaping the ballroom, two guards trailing behind her as her father sat, seemingly calm and content. "What the hell is going on? she asked herself, before once again, being handed off to another man to dance with.
Vivienne offered the male a dazzling smile, one that would make any man fall head over heels for the beautiful princess. "I'm sorry, my dear. I need to make a quick escape to find a drink. But I'll find you, and I promise you a dance."
The man blushed, and nodded timidly, and she took this opportunity to escape the crowd, moving swiftly towards one of the help carrying a tray filled with drinks. She smirked a bit, taking one off the tray. She knew she was a little too young to be drinking alcohol, but what the hell. She didn't really care. She downed the liquid quickly, before setting the empty wine glass down on the table and picking at the snacks that had been set out for the party guests. ♛
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ooc; heh, i didn't really read this over, and sorry if im sounding like a mary sure. lel.
Michael tipped his glass back, downing the rest of the shimmery liquid in one gulp. His eyes never broke away from where the throne was until he saw the King and Queen point in his direction. He smirked, setting his empty glass onto a table near him. Michael watched carefully as two guards approached him, never breaking eye contact with him. As they slowly reached him, Michael turned back, slinking away from the crowd, disappearing into a dark hallway. A few women passed by him, smiling, and if he weren't here on official business, he would have smiled back, and maybe even tried to chat with them.
He peeked out from behind the corridor, making eye contact with the guards once again. The two men began barreling towards Michael at full force, pushing aside anyone in their way. Cursing softly, Michael tucked his glasses into his pocket so they wouldn't be destroyed. One of the guards swung his right fist right as he turned around the corner, smashing his knuckles against Michael's nose. A loud crack echoed throughout the empty hallway as Michael stumbled backwards, twisting his torso to catch himself with his hands. Warm liquid cascaded down his lips, dripping onto the floor as Michael slowly picked himself up.
"C'mon gentlemen. You know nothing about me and you're already tryna' take me down?" Michael mumbled, blood flowing out of his nose at an alarming rate. He was bent forward slightly, trying to keep his favorite tux blood free. The guards remained stoic as Michael let his nose drip. Sure, Michael could stop his nose from bleeding whenever he wanted, but he wanted to give the guards a little satisfaction.
The same guard shoved Michael onto his back as the other began to kick in his rib cage. Loud snaps indicated the splitting of Michael's delicate bones as the Guards boots annihilated them. Grunting slightly, Michael heard a shrill scream come from the other end of the hallway. The three women that had passed earlier were now watching as Michael got his a** handed to him. He cringed lightly as a couple of people came to see what the commotion was about. The guards boot stopped as Michael shuffled away on his elbows, slowly standing up a few seconds later.
"Now look at what you've gone and done..." Michael sighed. The guards ordered the people to stay away, and for the women to return back to the party. They immediately obliged, running towards the crowded area. Michael took the liberty to slam his fist into the guards vulnerable throat, immediately cutting off his air supply as he stumbled back. The other guard tugged forcefully onto Michael's collar, sending him flying backwards. Michael swept his shin against the remaining guards leg, making the big man fall flat on his back. With one stomp to the throat, Michael watched the life slowly drain out of the guards eyes. Michael stopped his nose from bleeding as he dragged the bodies out of sight.
He dumped them into an empty room, locking the door before shutting it behind him. He didn't really care if someone found them later, just as long as they didn't cause an immediate problem. Michael huffed as he dusted off his suit, smearing a drop of blood across the fabric. God dammit, Michael thought as he returned to the party. Wide eyes turned towards him as he watched the Queen escape the ballroom.He glared at them, smirking as they immediately turned around. Michael made sure the king and his guards weren't looking as he followed the queen down the hallway. His steps were silent as he watched the three disappear into a room at the end of the hallway.
The door was slammed shut and audibly locked, so Michael didn't bother twisting the knob. Instead, he lifted his leg, forcefully shoving it against the door's lock. The queen screamed from inside as he heard the Guards shuffle towards the door, their armor clinking softly. With another swift kick, the door swung open, Michael walking in slowly. A large fist swung in his direction, but Michael was able to catch it, squeezing hard enough to crack the bones beneath the tough flesh. The guard yelled as Michael swung him around and into the other guard, sending the two men flying against the wall. The Queen squealed like a pig as she watched Michael swiftly end the guards' life with one quick kick to the temple on each of their heads.
With that finished, Michael softly shut the door, pushing a chair against the doorknob. The Queen trembled violently as Michael smiled at her. He took a few steps before she exclaimed; "Stay away from me!"
Michael chuckled, "There is no need to worry, I wouldn't hurt you. I've just come to collect my prize, as promised." The Queen looked dumbfounded. Tears immediately came to her eyes as she fell to her knees. She folded her hands together (in prayer?) as she sobbed, "Please! Not my daughter..!"
Michael rolled his eyes. What a sad scene. A queen rendered to her knees, begging. He sighed,"No need to be on your knees. Get up. Hurry." She instantly stood, but her sniffling continued,"I came to collect what you've promised me, and I will not change my mind just because you cry. Where is the princess?"
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