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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:43 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Luna
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Balim Starling
Nickname ↠ Mr. Grumpy Pants, Midnight, The Apparent Heir
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ February 9th
Height ↠ 6'2"
Weight ↠ 198 lbs
Powers ↡
Wormhole - Balim can create and disperse wormholes at will. These wormholes don't need to follow traditional flat planes and can appear curved, spherical, cubed etc.. These wormholes offer near instant movement from one space to the next. The further away the each end of the wormhole is from their connection determines how long it takes. Multiple wormholes can be connected together but there must always be at least one entrance and exit.
Rarely Balim will connect a wormhole directly to one of it's partners, allowing instant travel between them. It also makes the wormholes potentially deadly to interact with. Due to it's risks to others, Balim loathes to use them in this manner.
The largest wormhole Balim can currently manage has a spherical radius of 10 meters. The smallest has a spherical radius of 5 millimeters.
Void Embraced - Touched by the emptiness of space, Balim can survive within it's vacuum without a problem. Balim doesn't need to breath in space, is able to turn the harmful radiation of stars into sustenance, and isn't bothered by the temperature.
When Balim returns from space there is a short period before his body returns to feeling warm, breathing and generally being what Balim considers alive. Balim doesn't really understand the full extent of this ability.
More permanent changes to his body emanate from his now gilded eyes and stigmata across his skin. At the moment they appear cosmetic.
Personality ↡
A revolving door of masks, facades, and personality gimmicks, Balim offers glib responses most of the time when interacting with people. Not to be mistaken for a yes man, Balim has a few values he won’t waver on. One of these is opinions on his shitty family. They may be terrible, and treat his sister like some sort of pampered deity, but only he is able to criticize them and call them out for their ways. Even his over protective, ephemeral sister who lacks some common sense is worth some respect. Balim almost never admits his needs and finds isolation a nearer companion than the buzzing words of people. The void is his true home, or so Balim believes. Deep inside his ambivalent emotions is a deep seated lust for power, both political and personal.
Political Opinion ↠ Luna, despite all of it’s problems is the pinnacle of civilized society. The other nations should have submitted to them during the war. They would have been treated fairly as vassal states, given governance and a right to life. All of the powers, knowledge, the wreath of nobility could have offered Luna, would have been distributed to each other to reformed humanity. Utopia is a niche approximation of what could have been. Countries of note to Balim are: Alore, Shahiti, Pharonese, Corthyr. Alore is at least elegant. Shahiti is closer to knowing the truth of space than any other nation. Pharonese’s ideas are worth reading. Corthyr, while it gets flack, might be the most medically advanced nation on the planet.
Biography ↡
Warm smiles in the twilight, lit up by candle light as a silver glow filled his vision. These are Balim’s earliest memories. Early childhood learning to walk while occasionally disappearing. Apparently the baby gave his parents and caretaker several frights. He would vanish from their arms to end up somewhere else. Balim had no idea what he was doing, moving from place to place. They were short distances, a room over, on top of a chest on chest, into the sink. It was chaos and good fun, or at least that’s what Balim hopes he made for his family rather than stressing them out, thinking some fiend had spirited him away. These early days of life were precious but not without troubles. Only a faint memory remains for Balim, but there is just one moment where his mother looked at him and cried. He has plenty of theories why, but the reason has never been revealed to the prince.
When his sister came along, most of the pampering Balim had been received was focused onto this new interloper. His initial impression of this weird… thing, was that it couldn’t be his sister. Why did they look so different? She was shiny. He was not. It was a truly vexing situation trying to hold her tiny hand in his maybe appropriately small hand. When Balim mumbled his question in garbled baby talk, there were a lot of big words they used to explain, and he didn’t get a lick of it. Her eyes were stupid. Her nose was stupid. Her hair was stupid. This baby girl was stupid. Balim expressed his option of his sister often, sighting how stupid she was as clear proof she wasn’t his sister. Despite his very clear and eloquent deduction, especially given he was a full two years old, it was flabbergasting that this interloper remained in the castle and got lots of attention. Granted Balim’s vocabulary at this time mostly consisted of: Stupid, stinky, sister, nose, eyes, light, dark, shiny, and a bunch of mundane objects. Balim did at one point try to have a maid buy his sister by bribing her with his toy moon. For some reason he didn’t get treats that week, clearly unrelated.
Growing up in a matriarchy started to seriously show it’s effects as Balim watched his sister groomed for leading while he was left with more free time. With nothing better to do, Balim got up to no good. He wasn’t disciplined harshly no matter what he did. It was as if the castle didn’t notice him. He could move into any room in the castle without opening the door. Stealing food got boring fast, there was no thrill in it when he didn’t even have to leave his seat. It was during this time that Balim really started to develop his ability. Sure he could use it to move places, but what about bending it? What if he used it like a spy glass? Maybe he could use more than one? With these questions in mind the boy truly started to earn the ire of the castle. Creating spherical holes in stone walls, trapping people in a twisted version of a mirror, launching a tree into the nearby fields, to name a few examples of frustration. After the tree incident it was decided that maybe Balim should have a more active minder.
Balim resented this new thug. He bullied the staff and was not the least bit elegant. He may have had some title but he was really annoying. The few things of merit that came with the minder were new times that Balim could escape to be out of peoples eyes, mostly the night. During this newfound freedom Balim made away to spend time with his sister. Genuine time with the tiny thing that proclaimed outlandish ideas of protecting him. Even if this was a matriarchy, wasn’t it the rule that an older brother looked after a little sister? She was so stupid. His stupid stupid lovable dork or a sister. Absolutely perfect. Some of these times he was able to stargaze with her, and share stories of his miss adventures. This only prompted more protection and justice nonsense from his sister, but he didn’t mind. She had some new fascination with the moon, so maybe he would take her there some day… well if he could get there.
The next few years, Balim worked on distance and concepts. How big could he make his power, how small, how far. While experimenting the boy would eventually find himself in odd places. Once Balim found himself in a pitch black crypt, another time it was in a surging river. Neither were great experiences but he was starting to get the idea and visualization needed to put himself in far off places. His first attempts to go to the moon were horrific failures. He ended up in a chandelier, plastered to the side of the castle, and falling through a stained glass window of a Lunar church. Balim had never run so fast in his life away from the rage consumed acolytes. After several more failures, eventually Balim made some progress. He found himself adrift in the sea of stars, and there was nothing to constrain him. Panicking and flailing about in the empty void. Balim at first feared the sensation. By the time he got his head back in the game he had curled up into a fetal position, nearly sucking on his thumb. He wasn’t cold, he wasn’t roasting, Balim was just there. It felt natural for him. Almost as if he was flying, and it was going really well until he looked at the sun.
For three weeks, Balim had a bright spot in the middle of his vision where he had looked at the stupid ball of fire. At first the boy feared he would have gone blind. No wonder those nuts worshiped it, it was terrifying. Balim made a mental note to never, ever open up a wormhole near the sun, unless he needed something drastic. It just seemed like a genuinely terrible idea. During this time where Balim needed help may have been the moment that solidified his stupid sisters need to protect him. Stumbling around into walls, having to ask for help eating, generally being inept at everything. Balim loved his sister but it was a bit much, even for him. The state that they prepared for her, that they set up and forced on her, a nation of ideals being shoved into her tiny hands. She struggled through it with pride, which just made Balim angry. By now he had lessons in succession and royal courts. With a little bit of reading and asking a few poignant questions, almost every other nation the succession went to the first child. He felt robbed, betrayed by his family, and yet he still knew he would have to look after the daft girl who earnestly faced the world.
A few months after the sun incident Balim had made it to the surface of the moon. It was a weirder sensation than not breathing. That he had gotten used to but this weird weight to his body made him feel giddy. He could jump and nearly float, he could do flips, multiple at once even! Until he face planted eating whatever the moon surface was made of. Moon dirt? Moon dust? Moon moon? He wasn’t sure but it was a pretty fun place to be. No one could stop him from doing what he wanted here. No one could find him. It was his place to be. It was with his landing on the moon that Balim first developed his stigmata. The shape on his forehead was seen by some as an omen of ill fate, and others in more sequestered circles the mark of true nobility. Rumors floated about the young prince and it’s meaning. His skin had always been different from his parents. His eyes not dazzled a brilliant gold after having gazed directly on the sun. The boy was bewitching, and now marked by something.
For a while Balim tried exploring the moon, looking for places to make a fort, or those creatures in his little sisters fairy tales, but couldn’t find them. Eventually Balim settled at the edge of a crater. It made if feel like a tall mountain without him having to find a really big one. From there it was figuring out how to smuggle furniture and supplies to this spot. At one point he even tried to take his four poster bed, but was forced to flee when a maid came to investigate the sounds. There had to be a better way than moving stuff into his wormholes… maybe he could move them after making them? That was the kicker. In another month Balim had a kick butt fort. Equip with a full working cannon and moon hammock. There were some walls and a small poorly designed seating area, but with stuff being more floaty on the moon he could move most things himself.
The problem was the cannon. His initial drop was ok, but it could be better. Balim tried shifting it left, and then right, and then back to where it started but just couldn’t get it to look right. He needed a second opinion and some one to help him move it a short distance. The wormholes were great at long instances but were terrible at adjusting something. Balim needed an accomplice… and maybe a friend. Striding out into the city proper, having spent most of his life cooped up in the castle, Balim came to a quick and brutal realization that the streets and fields were hard places. Getting beat up and teased for his funny clothes left him battered and his pride wounded. That daft sister would be sure to redouble her efforts if she ever caught him wounded, so Balim had to find ways to avoid her. It was a task at dinner leading the conversation away from this new cut, or where he got that bruise from, once he had to explain a broken finger. Through his troubles Balim slowly started to toughen up and found himself palling around with a group called ‘The Cosmo Knights’.
The Cosmo Knights were a self regulated and appointed vigilant group for the city. They made sure Mr. Mittens got his daily tribute to oversee the rat population, fended off ghosts in old peoples homes, and protected the marketplace from the small pickpockets. They may have been protecting people by pickpocketing and returning the money once the coast was clear, unless they forgot to, which happened more than twice. A day. Probably. Balim had great fun interacting with them but was afraid to share his ability with them. Only two had some power, where the rest kids of some squalor or riches misbehaving like Balim. While he was no leader, Balim had the largest perspective of the city thanks to his own power and being able to travel mostly wherever he wanted. The near teenager filled into the roll of group informant, regularly tasked with finding things to investigate with his ‘all powerful eye’. Some of it was spy work, and some of it was ‘spy work’, but most of the time the Cosmo Knights ran about getting into other scuffles with other groups of kids.
From among this ragtag group of would be bandits, Balim grew close to Michael. Michael could fly along the wind, something he had supposedly inherited from his mother. Michael was the first and last person that Balim shared his own power with. The two treated it as a closely guarded secret, and when Balim ‘showed’ Michael his secret base on the moon, it was as if dreams were coming true for both of them. A truly hidden secret base. Michael pointed out several things that needed fixing but with some effort the two of them would create a masterpiece. When Balim finally brought Michael to the base he was so excited about sharing and explaining that he didn’t notice the boy trying to get his attention. Sound had always been weird on the moon Balim thought, but he hadn’t really ever talked or needed to talk up here. When Balim finally turned to get Michaels opinion the boy was crumpled on the ground hands resting near his throat and saliva slowly dripping out of it. Michael wasn’t moving and he was chilled to the touch, his eyes glazed over. When Balim returned with the corpse inside the castle begging, shouting for help it made him feel pathetic. His family started to gaze at him with rueful eyes. The prince had killed a child clearly, and now needed help cleaning up his mess.
Balim never went back to the Cosmo Knights. He spent his time physically improving himself, trying to find ways to act without his power. Throwing himself into physical training, the boy started to remove himself from the political situation at court. His demeanor shifted to saying what people wanted to hear, often insincere in his expression. At the same time Balim started to run further away. He needed to see how deep the void was, how far beyond the moon did this expanse go. With every venture deeper into the vast sea of stars, Balim’s stigmata developed more, until a second and third appeared. By Balim’s 15th birthday he had seven stigmata across his forehead and several others scattered across his body. The up and coming prince reckoned they were linked to the time he spent in the empty void, or distance he had traveled. He had been unable to determine which. One thing was clear to him though. As his body developed it was effected by his time unrestricted by weight. His joints were more limber and he worked twice as hard some times to develop muscles. Balim wasn’t a master, but he could at least defend himself with a stick or bare handed.
Turning 19 Balim found himself with a unique opportunity. His father watching war grow ever closer on the horizon offered to give Balim a chance to prove himself to their country. An offer laced with fear and desperation. They both knew ultimately they were powerless in a political world, and if Balim were to be deployed traditionally to oversee a battle the world would make up new treaties against Luna. Balim instead was sent around to various countries as part of a diplomatic team. He simply had to go say hello, meet some woman under the guise of noble marriage and then keep his ‘options open’. In reality it helped to solidify points in most cities where he could smuggle spices, merchandise and other things in and out. Balim initially accepted, helping his father build a spy network. Balim would eventually abandon the project, not only for the heavy mental and physical toll it took on him opening and closing several hundred wormholes a day, but there were a few members of the Cosmo Knights that were showing up as agents. Balim refused to send any of his friends into death and danger. He would rather be dubbed a coward and sneered at by the royals in the castle.
When the war broke out, Balim took the chance to offer his services openly to his sister and mother. The queen to be may have suggested literally 1000 different safety precautions to him. How did she even know that many different precautions? His ‘Queen’ instead sent him out with simple orders. Assassinate leaders of opposing armies in their sleep. It was a near zero risk to him and Balim accepted. He would not expose the grandeur of his ability but would curb the effectiveness of those seeking to incur on their kingdom. Balim spent most of his time while deployed watching and listening from the comfort of his void. He was getting better at using tiny bits of his ability to become a weapon, and while some of it was sloppy, he also found it rewarding to refine what he has spent most of his time using like a natural extension of himself. During the war he often returned home to take time for himself. While the void was comfortable, and he found it fulfilling, a night by a fireplace with a glass of mead did the prince good.
As abrupt as the war had started it ended. There wasn’t glory for Balim, his efforts recognized but not rewarded. More and more the prince felt frustrated, like a caged bird in a system designed to torment him. His sister, ever becoming more elegant and popular, still trying to do too much and casting a larger shadow because of it. He did not stay in her shadow to protect her, but rather like her fairy tale spent time watching from the distance. Whether it was on his now miniature estate on the moon or attending these new peace talk things in Utopia, Balim was waiting for an opportunity to pluck power from his stupid, lovable, and naïve sister. Big brothers were supposed to protect their little sister.
Likes ↡
✦ Being alone
✦ Stupid, adorable, insufferable, brilliant little sister.
✦ The empty void
✦ A warm spot by the fire or in the sun
✦ Books
✦ Light meals
Dislikes ↡
✦ Crowds
✦ His home country
✦ Royal schemes
✦ Loud people
✦ Anything that looks like it could make him fat
✦ Barbarians
Misc. Info ↡
Thoughts #4c6668 Speech #1f3b6c
Balim is efficient with sticks, or stick like objects. Swords are kind of like sticks but are a little too lethal to his liking.
In the same vein, Balim's control over Wormhole is something he uses cautiously. Balim would rather be wounded than risk cutting off some ones arm.
Balim may call his sister stupid, idiot, Miniot, and other mean names. No one else is allowed to do so.
Balim hopes to someday make his mini lunar estate livable for people other than himself. What wasn't able to be straight brought to the moon he's had to make himself. Balim is a fairly skilled architect and mason from repeated trial an error.
Theme Songs ↠
Earl's Monologue
Every time you kissed me
Beyond Good and Evil
DTM
You can be King again (Sorry not sorry for AMV)
Zanza the Divine
Username ↠ v-v
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:43 pm
Kingdom ↠ Luna
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Mercuria Ceres Thule
Nickname ↠ Ria
Age ↠ 19
Birthday ↠ June 2th
Height ↠ 5'7"
Weight ↠ 116 lbs
Powers ↡
Astral Horoscope - When giving a reading, Mercuria's cards will read the will of the stars and foretell someone's fate. Any deck in her hands is linked to the stars. With these linked cards she is able to tell which card is where in the deck and see the lines of fate drawing her to certain cards for each reading. If she is using her powers properly she will give a pure reading with no influence. However, depending on her mood she will purposely draw the wrong cards to influence the fates, usually to her target's detriment.
Now You See Me - Illusions. Mainly as a means to make her tarot readings more interesting visually.
Personality ↡
Raised as a carney, Mercuria doesn't have any of the polish that a proper princess should. There are many things that she simply does not think about when it comes to the "proper" way to do things. Her mouth has always been crass. Her posture has always been lackluster. She had never handled people very well, rarely able to hold back her sass or snark. And even when she can hold back, it's only because she is about to give them the worst reading of their life.
Political Opinion ↠ If she had to pick one kingdom she hates more than Luna, Winduria is full of a bunch of flighty bastards and she doesn't trust any of them despite being able to throw their hollow bones for miles. Really, her perception is jaded from her extreme distrust of all politicians.
Biography ↡
In the kingdom of the moon, it was common for the birth of a princess to be celebrated. Well, with a few strings attached. First, they had to actually be born from the queen. Secondly, they had to have a drop of the matriarchal bloodline in them. Thirdly, the people of Luna had to know the princess existed. Unfortunately for Mercuria, neither of these things were true. Her birth was a hushed event, one that happened after the palace maid Luna was forced on the run after getting pregnant by the king. The only fanfare for her first cries were from the carnies who had taken her mother in. And even that was quickly silenced as they realized something was terribly, horribly wrong. Luna would die giving birth to the king's only daughter.
It was up to the carnival caravan to raise her, and they did. Every clown, acrobat, and juggler became a parent to her. They would teach her small tricks of the trade here and there as she grew, some of them using her as a cute little assistant when she was small to help woo the crowd. As she got older her talents with tarot and illusion bubbled to the surface. Once they were obvious, Mercuria became an act of her own. It was thrilling being able to finally use her own personal talents to help make money for the carnival. But it was a double edged sword. With it came the dreaded need to speak to the public and learn customer service. It was not an innate talent for her, something she was only able to keep under control with the knowledge that she could be petty to the assholes by ******** up their fates. It was a trick that kept her sane as she dealt with people who assumed they were always right.
While she loved her time at the carnival, it was not to last. Once the war was over and the academy was opened, the royalty of Luna realized that they needed one more heir to send out to the school. Only having two children of both the king and queen, they needed to find another. Who else to come to the rescue but their little abandoned b*****d. It took them some extra time to find the king's forgotten daughter. Once she was located, she was dressed up and shipped out kicking and screaming.
Likes ↡
☿ ******** with people
☿ Dirty water dogs
☿ Loose comfortable clothing
☿ Money
Dislikes ↡
☿ Royals, mostly dad but everyone from Luna sucks
☿ Shitty customers
☿ Being stiffed on the bill
☿ Big, poofy dresses
☿ Small talk
☿ Being called Ria by strangers
Misc. Info ↡
☿ She has several tattoos, the first on her right shoulder, on on her left inner arm, and then several spanning down her left leg.
☿ Because she grew up on the streets ( street smarts ), she knows how to defend herself. She's not the strongest or the fastest, but she knows how to use a dagger and isn't afraid to draw blood as needed.
☿ She is allergic to bullshit and will call you on it.
Theme Songs ↠
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:44 pm
Kingdom ↠ Luna
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Ayla Starling
Nickname ↠ Ayliot, Punk
Age ↠ 22
Birthday ↠ June 13
Height ↠ 5’11
Weight ↠ 145 lbs
Powers ↡ Use the line below to fill out this section. Add more as needed.
↪ Dream Walker - Ayla can physically phase between the waking world and the dream world at will. She can enter the dreams of others and choose to either interact with them as though the dream is reality or simply act as an observer. In either case, she has the ability to shape and mold the dreams of others to her will. However Ayla cannot have dreams of her own. Whenever she sleeps, her mind wanders the dream plane, surrounded by the dreams of others. Dreams about herself create an exceptional pull that pose a small danger of pulling her in against her will.
↪ Dream Weaver - Ayla can weave dream matter into physical matter in the waking world. This ability is limited only by her imagination and her creations are impossible to distinguish from reality. The ability does require a small amount of concentration and her constructs will dissipate if she does not maintain them. However the effects of her constructs remain, including the effects of food and drink consumed.
Personality ↡
↪ In public Ayla is very outgoing and personable. She is also very caring toward others, always willing to help others even if it may not be in her best interest. She tries to keep an upbeat attitude though somewhat subdued in the effort to be ladylike. In private she is often melancholy and dwells on not being all that she believes she should be.
Political Opinion ↠ Ayla doesn’t have strong feelings about any of the other kingdoms but rather tallies each kingdoms useful or troubling traits. Uilum is technologically advanced, but secretive and crime ridden. Phronese has collected a wealth of knowledge, but is distrusting of outsiders. Corthyr was at the razor’s edge of medical advancement, but also, well… poison was a nasty business. So on and so forth for all of the kingdoms.
Biography ↡
When the queen became pregnant for the second time, she and all involved held hope that the child would be a daughter. The queen wished for it so fervently that she had all but convinced herself that it could not be otherwise. When the child was born a son despite her hopes and prayers, and after a difficult and hours long labor, the queen was distraught. After screaming and crying, an eerie calm began to come over her and there was a mad glint in her eye as she declared that Luna had an heir and she had borne a daughter. The confused midwife and servants in attendance did not dare to argue and Princess Ayla Starling was soon presented to a rejoicing populace as their future queen.
For years Ayla grew up as a girl and honestly did not know that she was any different from any other girl. She wore dresses and ribbons, her hair was never cut, all of her friends were girls, and of course no one who knew the truth dared to speak a word of it. It was not until she was eight years old that anything changed. A trusted servant was ordered to drug the princess and place her in an ice bath once she fell unconscious. The drugs were a blessing to spare her the excruciating pain as her berries were then twisted until they atrophied. Following this procedure she spent two weeks out of the public eye to recover and it was only during this time that the queen began to explain with cool detachment the truth of her birth. The queen’s view of events was twisted, but the message nonetheless came across clearly: she would not allow her daughter’s inferior and disgusting male body to interfere with her plans for succession.
Around this time Ayla began to fear for her older brother. She worried that the queen would turn on him and change him as well. Not knowing how to articulate any of it, Ayla could only insist to her brother that she would protect him, always. Whenever he would come to see her, whenever they spent any time together, the small princess would say to her brother time and again that she would protect him. It was alright that Balim never seemed to take her seriously; it was enough that she meant every word. And how could she not? Ayla loved her brother and his stories of misadventure. She loved when they would share the night sky and gaze up at the stars and the moon, so remote and beautiful and mysterious. She loved him and never wanted to see him come to harm.
As Ayla grew older, her fears began to diminish. She came to realize that her mother paid very little attention to Balim at all. It was sad in a way, but Ayla determined that it still had to be better than suffering the queen’s expectations and abuse. The princess was often subjected to insults, screaming, and occasional hitting when she did not live up to her mother’s standards. She was forced to wear makeup and form fitting clothing even before she had come of age and the pressure to do so only increased when she began developing very small breasts. It was humiliating for Ayla who only wanted to hide her disgusting body from the world. But it was some consolation for her to believe that she was the only one suffering.
Ayla’s only escapes from her mother were the visits from her brother and the time she would spend in the dreams of others. It was fantastical and exciting and occasionally dangerous, though less so as she learned to navigate more safely and wake herself immediately when needed. Still, the princess learned quickly to hide any bruises or scrapes sustained during the night.
When war came to Luna, Ayla once more began to fear for her brother. Balim volunteered himself to the effort and though Ayla pleaded with him to think of his own well being, he would not listen. Not when the queen gave him orders to assassinate their enemies in their sleep. She wanted to do something, anything, to keep her brother safe but there was nothing. She was not strong enough to protect him and her mother had long since forbidden her from training to fight. What lessons Ayla had managed to secure in secret were just not enough; even she knew that she would be more liability than shield. She could protect herself from a street thug, but a trained guard or a soldier? She would stand no chance.
So Balim did what was needed, but what was it all for? The war ended and thank the stars her brother was alive, but that was the end of the good news. Their kingdom had not come away unscathed and there was no telling what horrors her brother had witnessed. All that Ayla could do was to soothe his dreams when she could, usually without alerting him that she had been present at all. She had little interest in attending classes at Utopia, but she was given no choice in the matter. Luna did not dare to appear as though it was spurning the newfound peace. It was of some solace that she would not be attending alone, though Ayla would still rather neither she nor Balim had to. Still, she did look forward to being able to make her own choices without her mother’s close supervision for once.
Likes ↡
The night sky (especially the moon)
Singing
Playing violin
Balim
Hot tea and sweets
Dislikes ↡
Bright sun
Tight dresses
Singing and violin lessons (the result is enjoyable, the learning less so)
Raised voices/ tense behavior
Her body
Misc. Info ↡
Ayla is capable with a short sword and dagger, but her practical experience is non-existent.
She has difficulty forming muscle mass and her limbs are unusually long.
Her voice never deepened as she was castrated before puberty and her singing voice is soprano.
Overbearing women sometimes make her nervous, but she refuses to let that show.
She keeps a collection of stuffed animals, one for each birthday, from her brother.
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Chandra Panesar
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:44 pm
Kingdom ↠ Kingdom of Luna
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Lady Charlene Rowley
Nickname ↠ My Lady, Char (by her father), Momma (by her daughter)
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ July 16th
Height ↠ 5'5"
Weight ↠ 135lbs
Powers ↡
Moonbeam Communication - She is able to weave words into a moonbeam and send that message to her daughter. This power only works with someone who also has the power; and the only other person she has found, was Bree (her daughter).
Personality ↡
On the outside she is polished, ladylike and personable. And while she is all of those things, she plays a part for the world because of her father's harsh judgement for her mistakes when she was younger. Because she's been an only child for so long, she struggles sometimes to think of things in the way of keeping an eye out for a sibling or someone you care about. She has a limitless amount of love for her daughter and parents though, and if someone is lucky enough to break through that shell, she is a loyal, devoted friend. She isn't quick to affection but does have a hopeless romantic heart beneath it all, it's just covered in her protections to keep her safe and from committing another big mistake. Beneath her exterior she has a lot of stress and worry that she's offending others. Often on edge or struggling to get her words out correctly without it being a big deal. Most of the time she still fails but she's trying her best to be a good role model, parent and friend to those who want to give her a chance.
Political Opinion ↠ Charlene can't say she likes politics, but she understands the need for it. She has learned under the watchful eye of her father for her whole life and mirrors his opinions on the neighboring kingdoms. She isn't as harsh in her critics, but she also is trying to show a good example for her daughter. She is hopeful for a time of peace so that the next generation, and her little girl in turn, will have a chance at a normal life that is not directly affected by wartime at a young age.
Biography ↡
Charlene was born to the duke and duchess who worked closely with the king and queen. She was the only child as her mother was unable to have any more kids after her. Because of this she was raised to be the spitting image of her mother in looks and grace, and her father's intellect and work ethic. She was raised to never show weakness, to be strong in the face of others and above all, don't act childish. Even at a young age she spent her days reading, learning and getting to know the ins and outs of her father's company. She often would go to meetings with her father the older she got, learning the processes that he used and implemented with his job and made sure she learned everything that she could. She was born without powers, so she had learned to depend on herself and herself alone. She never felt jealous or distain towards those who did have powers, but she also knew that she was always going to be a little at a disadvantage despite her own personal strength.
Shortly after she turned nineteen, she joined her father on a peacekeeping trip, intending to learn all that she could about the process. He insisted she stay behind for a good half of the day, and that he would see her afterwards for one particular part of it. She still doesn't understand, but she had never asked him directly why. She was left in what should have been the capable hands of the soldiers behind where they were staying. As the night came on the soldiers were drinking and she opted to join them at the bar where they had gone to. She knew it was risk, but she was willing to take it especially as her father wasn't back yet. It was there that she met a dark-haired man who swept her off her feet, and in a turn of events she ended sleeping with him. She had so much alcohol in her system that she unfortunately was unable to recall his face, but she thought nothing of it and chose not to say anything to her father because if it didn't need to be a big deal, she wouldn't make it one.
Unfortunately, six weeks later she began to get really sick and just on the off chance that it was the case, she took a pregnancy test. Sure enough, she was pregnant. Her father was furious with her and the fact that she didn't know exactly who the father was. Her powers manifested when Bree turned three, and she too had her powers come in. As it turned out they were connected and while her father supported her curiosity about the meaning behind them it didn't mean he was happy. Her parents kept her hidden away for a whole year, when she recovered and her parents let her join the courts again, she was to keep her little girl hidden. That didn't work out so well, one day Bree ran out to her when she was three and the secret was out. Charlene was already somewhat outcasted, but she didn't help her reputation then. She refused to say that her daughter was her sister to save face and accepted the reality. Her father sent her to Utopia to learn, make connections and further her career and spot in her family.
Likes ↡
☪▻ Family and Friends
☪▻ Being with her daughter
☪▻ Sunshine
☪▻ Swimming
☪▻ Politics
☪▻ Debates
☪▻ Animals
Dislikes ↡
☪▻ Missing her daughter
☪▻ Rainstorms/Thunderstorms
☪▻ Her Father's Decisions
☪▻ Uncertainty
☪▻ Being in total darkness
☪▻ Horror stories that involve children
Misc. Info ↡
☪▻ Her daughter is 5 years old and her name is Bree Rowley. She looks basically like a spitting image of her mother.
☪▻ When she writes a message without intention of it going to Bree, she isn't sure if it goes to someone else or just disappears to the moon goddess.
☪▻ VA Actress; Paris Paloma
☪▻ Words - #616D7E
☪▻ " Speech - #728FCE"
☪▻ ' Thought - #FCDFFF'
Theme Songs ↠ Playlist - Listen Here!
Username ↠ JunkoXXXTakami
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:44 pm
Kingdom ↠ Luna
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Alkmene Kallis
Nickname ↠ Meeni
Age ↠ 23
Birthday ↠ October 30
Height ↠ 6'7"
Weight ↠ 208 lbs
Powers ↡
Gravity Manipulation - Alkmene can control gravity within a thirty foot sphere radius of herself. She can make heavy objects feel as light as a feather, light objects feel incredibly heavy, and move objects, people, and herself as though in zero gravity at her discretion, moving them as she pleases. She uses this mostly for petty causes, such as making her hair feel lighter, making people feel the literal weight of her presence, or floating when she tires of walking.
Lunar Empowerment - She is at her strongest during the full moon, and her weakest during the new moon, and this doesn't just affect her gravity manipulation: she will sleep for the longest periods of time on nights of the new moon, and stay up the entire night for full moons.
Personality ↡
Elegant, distant, and courteous is the mask Alkmene most often uses when approaching others. People tend to fear or be intrigued by mystery, after all. She has her moments of generosity, or what she believes to be generosity, and kindness, but these are weaknesses waiting to be exploited, so she’s very careful who she shows favor to. She is petty, deeply concerned over appearances, and has difficulty trusting people. She appreciates cleverness, but not when it’s used against her. Considers men despicable, but wants them to love and worship her. Women are smarter than men, but even less trustworthy because of it. She has few qualms over allying with enemies or making enemies out of allies, as long as she gets what she wants. Behind the privacy of closed doors, she has an explosive temper, and despises feeling vulnerable even as she longs to find someone she can be so with.
Political Opinion ↠ Every other country is honestly beneath Alkmene’s notice, as she cares little for what has gone on beyond the nation’s borders unless they have been egregiously crossed, as such favors need to be repaid in full. Admittedly, she does have a fondness for Shahiti and Corthyr, and considers Musique, Phronese, and Chronos to be the only other civilized countries.
Biography ↡
Court intrigue is to be expected among the aristocracy, but the upper caste within the Kallis family’s social sphere enjoyed taking it to new extremes whilst the war raged ever on beyond their palace walls. Death and scandal went hand in hand, and to survive one either had to participate in the game or leave the country entirely. A single misstep could–and often did–lead to a dizzying display of carnage in a distinguished lady’s ballroom, metaphorically or not. The more out of touch a noble was, the more extravagantly they draped their drama in viscera, and the Kallis family strived to provide their peers with the most sanguineous of spectacles.
Alkmene grew up in this atmosphere as her mother’s firstborn, but not her favorite. That honor went to her younger sister, Cressida, the full moon to Alkmene’s new moon, the light that illuminated the dark. Young as they were, it was difficult to be aware of the full extent of the depravity their family indulged in, but there were always signs: cruel gleams in the eyes of their mother’s acquaintances, rude japes from their father’s friends…maids whispering behind trembling hands, the occasional cleaning of wine that was too thick and red. Alas, this was simply normal to the two sisters, and any attempts to keep each other as a close ally were usually poisoned by their parents in some way or another.
Indeed, so enamored were they with poison, that one of Alkmene’s most vivid memories is of the day she watched her mother drink from a poisoned cup gifted to her by her husband. Alkmene would later learn that he had been having an affair, and when her mother had discovered it she had, of course, begun plotting out his humiliation, of which he caught wind, and struck first to prevent it. Her mother coughed out her congratulations on a plot well averted amidst wet laughter, and Alkmene and Cressida sat at the dinner table, their eyes transfixed on the red spilling down her front.
Previously, it had not been an uncommon sight to see her parents exchanging sharp words and sharper blades, nor for Alkmene to find herself on the receiving end of such things as the scapegoat to her sister’s golden child status, but as frightening as it had sometimes been, there had never been any real consequences. However, when her mother survived the poisoning with enough nerve damage to leave part of her body paralyzed, her father could not be allowed to survive such an insult. The duchess limited her public outings, her inner circle, and her appearances in court, but not her manipulations. During the ball celebrating Alkmene’s twelfth birthday, her father was found hanging from one of the palace balconies in an apparent suicide. Alkmene knew better than to say it was anything to the contrary, and could only seethe in silence over the fact that her mother would pull such a stunt on her birthday. She would never have done such a thing on Cressida’s special day, golden and silver lined as that girl was in her mother’s eyes.
Alkmene bore similar insults with a smile that grew more effortless and genuine the more she dealt with them, for she had taken the lessons she learned in court to heart: the jeweled masks created for the masquerade balls Luna’s aristocracy so adored were second rate to those who knew how to veil when they wanted to commit the most horrific of acts. And oh, the things Alkmene wanted to do each time her mother compared her unfavorably to her sister, or arbitrarily punished her for things Cressida could get away with. If Cressida sent an assassin after her in broad daylight, she was praised for her cleverness; if Alkmene did the same, she was locked away in her quarters for days! It was enough to drive a girl mad, and Alkmene realized she could no longer bide her time, waiting for her mother to succumb to her illness in order to take her inheritance. No, she had to strike before her mother named Cressida heir, when by Lunar law, that was Alkmene’s right.
Thus, Alkmene ramped up her efforts to hurt her sister, going for the most blatant of theatrics in order to have her mother lower her guard. After all, her mother thought her to have the height and subtlety of an elephant, why not lean into that very bias, and have a gentle poison slowly administered over the course of months until she finally…simply succumbed to her illness before she could officially designate an heir?
And hence, Alkmene reigned over the Kallis duchy, and the realm applauded–all but one. Cressida could not prove Alkmene’s crime, but could certainly attempt to wrest the duchy from her, and she did give quite the valiant effort to undermine her older sister and take her life. It was unfortunate that Alkmene had been the quicker learner, and the more spiteful of the two. She had Cressida poisoned with the same concoction that had paralyzed their mother, but having learned from her father’s mistakes, she gave her triple the dose, and watched her sister struggle to breathe until she died at the dinner table.
At last, Alkmene could breathe freely herself, and begin climbing loftier heights. Now, she could begin plotting to sit her throne on the moon.
Likes ↡
Outwitting people
Jewelry
Makeup
Nail art
Beautiful clothes
Expert craftsmanship
Silk
Ballroom dancing
Sculpting
Exotic pets
Expensive meals
Dislikes ↡
Manual labor
Emotional labor
Getting out of bed
Looking bad
Doing her own hair
Public displays of affection
Wine
Emotional vulnerability
Spicy food
Patronizing pet names
Misc. Info ↡
Alkmene keeps shining jewels in her extensive hair to mimic the night sky. Said hair comes down to her ankles, but were it to be straightened, it would be even longer. She uses her gravity manipulation to make it feel lighter.
Masks and makeup are an important part of Kallis court life; Alkmene's own mask is a silver half mask decorated with bejeweled stars and crescent moons that can be attached to a foot long handle, or a pole that is nearly as tall as she is. She hides a blade within both.
She keeps a multitude of exotic, often dangerous animals as her pets, but her most favorite is a black jaguar that she had raised from a cub named Diana. She has brought Diana with her to Utopia.
Theme Songs ↠
Moondust
GRRRLS
Nightmare
Username ↠ Nebula Arisen
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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