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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:17 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Atropia Lavigne
Nickname ↠ Pia / Princess Lavigne
Age ↠ 20
Birthday ↠ November 28th
Height ↠ 5'9"
Weight ↠ 135 lbs
Powers ↡
Necrosis Inducement - Atropia was born with the ability to channel toxins within her body and create a barely visible secretion from her hands, lips- etc, that can cause the rapid decay of a creature/humans flesh. Fortunately for others she has full control over when this is expelled from her body. But it can make certain activities a little intimidating.
Poison Transferal - Her "backup plan" in case she accidentally loses control. She is able to transfer toxins/poisons from one being to another. Typically she transfers it to herself but because she doesn't have full immunity herself, this will cause a tiny bit of pain. But nothing more than a bee sting.
Personality ↡
Atropia is a quiet one, who often comes off as cold, although it is never quite her intention. She was taught from a young age to keep her emotions to herself, "never let the other person know what you're thinking." She has always been extremely intelligent. Atropia learned that she could easily get what she wanted by exploiting others’ emotions. Her father eventually learned of her natural skills and decided it would be helpful to the business. He took her once innocent game and over time twisted her into his version of a master manipulator. Wanting to please her family and help where she could, Atropia vowed to do whatever he asked to get beneficial information by any means necessary. Even if it meant using her body to do so- in fact, it was encouraged.
Her decorum was as close to perfection as it could be- as the heir it was extremely important. Although she was not always serious, and sarcastic at times, Pia was polite, especially towards her elders/superiors. But she is not afraid to play dirty behind the scenes.
When she isn't being forced into doing work for the family, she will usually be in her room reading a romance novel, or outside on a bench drawing in her little black sketchbook. It is one of the only things that helps keep her peace in an unforgiving world. Despite her devotion to the family, she never quite agreed with the business, so when her skills were not needed, she did her best to stay out of it.
Political Opinion ↠ Politics were the last thing on her mind, she hated talking about it, but unfortunately for her she was the heir, so she didn't have a choice. She had to be very well educated on it. Her opinions meant something in the business of bioweapoon trading, despite her lack in enthusiasm, because of how much she studied it growing up. Although she doesn't care to talk about it when its not necessary, it still weighed heavily on her judgement of other Kingdoms. She didn't trust anyone, she didn't want to get to know anyone, and she looked down upon them.
Biography ↡
When Atropia was born, the Kingdom cheered, but the king did not, he had hoped for a son, a weapon in the shape of a prince. Instead, he was handed a daughter. His disappointment was neither hidden nor gentle. Yet from the moment Atropia’s eyes opened, fate had already chosen her path. Her mother, the Queen, was the first to notice the spark that would change everything. During a quiet lesson in reading, she saw that her daughter never forgot a single word. What began as a curiosity became undeniable, Atropia possessed a flawless, photographic memory.
Her father, who was always in search of an advantage, saw not a daughter but a prodigy. Her education was rewritten, she wasn’t simply learning etiquette now. In its place came strategy, manipulation, and influence. Her father taught her to see people not as companions but as pieces on a board, to tug at their desires, their fears, and their pride, until they acted exactly as she wished, and Atropia excelled. By twelve, she was already shifting decisions at court without anyone knowing her hand was in play. Corthyr’s wealth came from the creation and distribution of bioweapons for the war. The king realized his daughter’s gifts would be essential to maintaining and expanding their power. Atropia was named heir, not with affection, but with expectation. Tutors, informants, and even chemists shaped her mind into a precision instrument, capable not only of ruling a kingdom, but of controlling the business that came with it.
When Atropia turned seventeen, tragedy struck. Her mother fell ill, because of this she stepped away from much of her royal responsibility. But, the king saw only opportunity, so he thrust Atropia fully into the machinery of their weapon empire, and Pia did not fail. Yet despite her newly sharpened edges, Atropia remained devoted to her mother, reading to her, sketching for her, stealing what moments of softness she could before the inevitable end. But fear began to fester, the fear of losing the only person who had ever loved her without condition. Unable to speak of it, unable to truly grieve, she sought escape where she could find it.
That escape proved to be her greatest mistake. One night, after too many drinks offered by men who saw only a naive princess, Atropia accepted an offer to be escorted home. They led her instead into an alley. Dizzy and terrified, something inside her broke loose. Without understanding what she had done, one of her attackers began to scream as his mouth, tongue, and throat decayed from within, killing him in less than a minute. The other fled, but he did not get far. When Atropia confessed what had happened, her mother was not horrified, she was impressed and her father was thrilled. At last, their heir had a weapon of her own. The fleeing man was hunted down, thrown into the dungeon, and used as the king’s chosen lesson. A living subject for Atropia to test and learn the limits of her lethal gift. His death was slow, cruel, and necessary by her father’s measure, and Pia never forgot it.
Atropia became obsessed with control, she feared losing control and causing unnecessary harm to others. It haunted her, she vowed never to take another life if there was any other path, even as the world around her kept pushing her to become the perfect weapon her father always wanted. When the war finally ended, the Lavignes turned their empire toward diplomacy, at least in appearance. Officially, they traded goods and services, forging alliances with distant kingdoms. Unofficially, weapons still changed hands in the quiet hours of the night.
So, when Utopia Academy extended an invitation to Corthyr, her father saw yet another opportunity, and once again, Atropia was his chosen piece to play. He sent her without question, expecting loyalty, obedience, and results. She went without protest, as she always had, though there was resentment. For Atropia duty had always outweighed desire, but deep within her, beneath the perfect, poisonous princess, there remained a sad truth, she had never once chosen a path for herself.
Likes ↡
Reading
Science
Foxes
Drawing
No-strings-attached type of relationships
Tea
Quiet
Control
Dislikes ↡
Bioweapons
Being wrong
Uselessness
Large groups/gatherings
Being touched
Misc. Info ↡
Speech Color & Thoughts
She likes to be dominant in almost any situation, but if she really likes someone she folds quickly.
She is nervous around most men, but she never lets it be known.
She loves a romance novel.
For an alliance, her parents agreed to an engagement proposal, and she has no idea.
If she admires you, she will draw you often.
Theme Songs ↠ NA - For now
Username ↠ S u u r i A a l t o
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
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Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Draconia Serpiente
Nickname ↠ Draco, Male Medusa
Age ↠ 20
Birthday ↠ June 6th
Height ↠ 6'0"
Weight ↠ 186 lbs
Powers ↡
Snake Speak - Able to speak to and befriend snakes.
Poison Immunity - Immune to poisons and venoms.
Personality ↡
Draco is sly and cunning. He grew up poor with his mother in Thah never knowing who his father was until he was a tween. After going to live with his father as the only heir to the Serpiente's, he learned to master more manipulative skills to get his family to the top and be able to stay there. He will lie, cheat, steal to get what he wants. If you have it, best to give it up now.
Political Opinion ↠ Draco grew up in Thah. While his mother and her family was always kind, he saw them as overly trusting and naive. Seeing his father rise through the ranks through the use of lies and deception taught him two things; never trust a man from Corthyr and you can do just about anything with a real good lie.
Biography ↡
Draco grew up with his mother under the assumption his father had died valiantly in the war. This, however, was not the case; his father was just a con artist who had tricked his mother into a good time before making his way back to his country. He never understood why the people in his mother's village were always so trusting and kindhearted, all he would have to do was simply ask for things and the simpletons were too kind to say no. When they did, he would just steal it anyhow. He never understood what was wrong with taking something when he wanted it more, if they really cared they would have protected it better. Because of this, he never felt like he belonged in Thah.
When Draco was reunited with his father, it was not with open arms, but a written contract stating that Draco was meant to live the rest of his life with his father as his heir. Draco was initially defiant by the change, missing his submissive mother over his now commanding father, but he learned to look up to his father. Despite having nothing, his father managed to demand respect in every room he walked in, what was even more strange? They listened. This eventually landed him a job working as a general working in the war against Winduria.
Draco knew little about Windurian besides what his father would write to him. But he cared little about that. He more wanted to learn about how to charm and manipulate your way to the top. He needed to know people, and befriend others. Where better to do that than an academy full of the most powerful heirs to all the kingdoms? Draco immediately volunteered to be shipped off to Utopia. Where better to learn?
Likes ↡
Snakes
Painted Nails
Gardens
Stories
Wine
Apples
Dislikes ↡
Try hards
People who can't get their hands dirty
Cleaning
Being proven wrong
Nosy Nellies
Misc. Info ↡
"Talking" ' Thoughts.'
He doesn't like the people he trusts thinking he is kind so he tries to put on airs. But to strangers, he will be the kindest person you've ever met.
Theme Songs ↠ How Bad Can I Be?
Username ↠ love me til death
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Ivy Alkali Toluene
Nickname ↠ Can you think of a nickname for Ivy?
Age ↠ 18
Birthday ↠ August 12th
Height ↠ 5'10"
Weight ↠ 184lbs
Powers ↡
Universal Antidote - The opposite of a bio-weapon, Ivy's bodily fluids are able to cure any poisoning that she has come across to date. The downside to this is that the only way she can heal anyone is super gross. The bright side is that she is immune to most poisons. She's never tested her ability against poisonous gas on herself, and doesn't really plan to.
Personality ↡
Ivy's grown up extremely sheltered due to her ability being a prized possession in Corthyr where poisonings are so common. She never had many friends and tries to use her education as a court lady to interact with others. Unfortunately that means she ends up being more catty than she means to. Her compliments sound backhanded, even when she genuinely means them. She's a romantic who just wants to find love if she can stop insulting the people around her long enough to actually find it.
Political Opinion ↠ All of them are scary, but Corthyr just might be the scariest! Her parents have made her spit or cry in a bottle enough to know just how many people are poisoning other people out there.
Biography ↡
The youngest child of the Toluene Duchy, Ivy wasn't expected to make much of herself. She had an older brother to take over the duchy, and an older sister to marry off for political gain. If anything, Ivy was just one more child to marry off for the sake of making friends that couldn't easily part ways with the Toluene line. Or, that was how it seemed until her family realized exactly what Ivy's power was. Once it was discovered that she was a bouncing baby drooling antidote all over her playpen, her parents saw gold. And for as long as she can remember her parents have been bottling her tears and saliva to sell.
It wasn't something to think twice about as she grew up. She noticed that she wasn't allowed to go to the lavish parties her sister always went to. Or that she wasn't really allowed to meet the other kids. Ivy just thought it was something she would be allowed to do later. Her sister was a couple of years older than her after all, maybe when she was twelve she could go to tea parties. Only her twelfth birthday came and went and she was still locked up inside with only and plush toys and books to keep her company. By then her sister was going to debutante balls. And Ivy secretly hoped that maybe when she was fifteen she could go to the same balls her sister was going to.
Every year the goal post was pushed back, lest her parents lose control of the child that was making them insanely rich. Only once Utopia was established they lost control over making that decision. The school called for members of the ruling class to attend to create bonds of lasting peace. The Toluene name was too well known in Corthyr not to send one of their children to the school. Her brother had recently taken over the duchy and was unable to leave his duties. Her sister was engaged to be married and was of little use. Little Ivy, however, was the perfect candidate to attend.
Likes ↡
✞︎ Stuffed animals
✞︎ Dressing up
✞︎ Hot/Cute/Attractive people
✞︎ Parties
✞︎ Romance books
✞︎ Drawing/Painting
Dislikes ↡
✞︎ Being treated like a child
✞︎ Being left alone
✞︎ Getting wet (swimming or rain, she's not trying to ruin her make up)
✞︎ Using her power (it's gross)
Misc. Info ↡
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:18 pm
Kingdom ↠ Corthyr
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Alexis Ezra Corbin
Nickname ↠ Alex
Age ↠ 25 years
Birthday ↠ Birthday
Height ↠ 6’ 4”
Weight ↠ 185 lbs
Powers ↡
Poison Body - Alex has the ability to absorb poisonous substances, amplify them within his body, then exude them from his pores. He is immune to poisons, toxins, and venoms. However any poison that enters his body must exit and the longer it remains in his body the more potent it will be when he excretes it. His blood and saliva are always toxic at some level, though most of the time the side effects of exposure are mild. The effects are only severe if the toxin has been building over time.
Personality ↡
Alex is usually very laid-back and does not seem to care about much. But he does have a chip on his shoulder and has been known to start fights with little provocation. He does not like to be touched. However he has a soft spot for anyone he perceives as smaller and weaker than himself; he feels protective toward those who can’t protect themselves. Alex prefers company to being alone, but is often quiet and withdrawn, choosing to let others take the lead socially.
Political Opinion ↠ Alex resents the ambitions of other countries and their land grabbing efforts. He does not believe his own nation is innocent, of course, but he is unabashedly biased. He is loyal to Corthyr, at least in as much as he could be loyal to any kingdom. While he is no passionate patriot, he will always value his own home above the other kingdoms.
Biography ↡
Alex’s mother was the first to discover his ability by accident only days after he was born. Feeling resentful toward her husband the duke, she wanted to deprive him of his heir in an act of vengeance. It was hardly difficult to acquire poison in Corthyr and no one even questioned her intentions. But in an effort to avoid detection, the duchess only slowly poisoned her son, adding the substance to milk and soaking a cloth in the mixture before pressing it to the boy’s lips. Alex’s small body processed the poison and amplified it before sweating the substance from his pores. When his nursemaid and mother both fell ill soon after, the incident was investigated and the duchess’ plans were discovered.
The duke was livid and his duchess soon disappeared from the public eye. He remarried and no one spoke of the woman who had tried to poison his son. But she remained hidden in his residence, tasked with continuing her regimen of poisoning the boy slowly and reporting the results. The duke believed Alex’s ability could be useful to him, so long as it was not his own life at risk in the experiment. And if Alex did die in the process, he could always father another son with his new, younger duchess.
Alex’s relationship with his father was strained, at best. He was mostly ignored and when the duke did see him, he was often punished. Not because he was ill behaved, but because the duke used violence to instill fear and obedience in his son. Rare words of praise were sprinkled just enough to make the boy crave more of them and be willing to do whatever his father asked. His mother was demonized, the boy constantly reminded that she had tried to kill him in his infancy. Even so, he hated to see her failing body and know that it was his fault, that he could not stop harming her just by being near her. He avoided touching her as much as he could. But he wouldn’t naysay his father or try to stop the experimentation; he wanted to be useful to the man and he was willing to pay any price.
At least, he had always thought that was true. He had been hurt and abused for years, but he still craved his father’s approval. And as he began to win that approval, he was slowly allowed to see more of who the man really was. He saw more of his father’s frothing rages, directed at staff or supplicants for the smallest infractions. He saw the drunken parties full of debauchery that he was encouraged to take part in. And he would, if only to please his father, until the first time he was left alone with a frightened girl who was just barely old enough to hit puberty. He was disgusted and angry and it didn’t take him long to realize this was probably not the first frightened girl dragged to one of these parties.
Poisoning his father would have been easy, but Alex hated the idea of relying on his dubious gift that had been nurtured at his father’s will. Besides that, he knew that just killing his father would achieve nothing. Someone just as depraved would usurp his place. He needed to accumulate influence and power to assure that he would be appointed in his father’s place. But once he had, it was easy enough to convince his browbeaten stepmother to help cover his actions in the dead of night. Alex got his wish, ending his father’s life in a very hands on manner. And the once meek woman the duke had married and dominated took a quiet glee in helping him to dissolve the battered body.
Likes ↡
Music - Music really does soothe this savage beast; Alex loves listening to and playing it and it takes his mind off of his troubles. He can play keyboard and synth. If he could peacefully visit one kingdom besides his own it would be Musique.
Coffee: Alex practically lives on caffeine as he often prefers to get things done at night when there are fewer people around to bother him.
Company: He isn’t likely to admit it, but Alex doesn’t enjoy being alone. He doesn’t like when things are too quiet. He would rather have someone to ignore than no one at all.
Old Timey Diners: They let him imagine a simpler life in a simpler time. He likes to visit diners and similar eateries incognito and watch the people who patronize those places.
Dislikes ↡
Alcohol: His father was an abusive drunk who always stank of the swill he drank; Alex has always avoided alcohol as a result.
His name: Alex is fine, but he hates being called Alexis. It just bothers him and always has.
Silence: Too much quiet makes Alex anxious and fidgety. Even the hum of a fan is usually enough to dispel this, so he doesn’t have much problem working alone at night.
Being Touched: Even touching Alex for too long can have adverse side effects, usually a slight fever or a mild high for the more fortunate, and he prefers to avoid that. Besides that, in his experience few people ever want to touch him for any good reason and he has come to expect pain from any unsolicited contact. His initial reaction can range from shrugging off the contact to violent retaliation depending on his anxiety level at any given moment.
Violence: Despite how quickly Alex resorts to violence, he has never enjoyed it and laments that he caves to that instinct so easily.
Misc. Info ↡
If Alex has to fight, he prefers simple bludgeoning weapons like brass knuckles or a metal bat.
Alex is blind in his left eye due to a blow to the head from his father.
Speech color
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Chandra Panesar
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 5:19 pm
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