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Username: Deste
Character Name: Catherine Gavini (Only answers to Cat)
Kingdom: Lust
Occupation/Class: Princess
Age: 18
Species: Mostly human, considering.
Gender: Female
Sex: Bi, Cat doesn't understand gender barriers
Bio: Cat is what could be described as 'spunky'. She's a bit of a flirt, given where she was raised but she also tends to act like a child at times, since she can be very excitable. She's mostly happy though her temper can be formidable if pushed far enough.
As the second youngest child, Cat often got away with skipping out on the lessons her older siblings endured. She got into quite a bit of trouble and growing up has not dimmed her rebellious spirit. Beings so close in age, she is much closer to Lorelei than anyone else in her family and her father's callous treatment of her sister angers her to no end. However, the third child's opinion doesn't hold much sway on their father though he's a lot nicer to Cat than her younger sister.
Cat, if given her druthers would spend most of her time, reading, writing or following her sister around to see if she can fulfill her sisterly duty to be a pest.
Weapons: A fighting knife similar to a Marine Corps Ka-bar
Powers: Cat is really good at illusions and has recently discovered a control over fire, which she is still learning to control (read; tread carefully burns are not only possible, but likely)
Other: You'd best be sure she loves you before calling her kitty cat, though if you are close, she takes amusement from it.

Username: Euripides the great
Character Name: Julian Fermier Tacius
Kingdom: Justice
Occupation/Class: Former Knight
Age: 85, but appears 22
Species: Lich
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Bio: There was once a time when Julian was a proud knight of the kingdom of Justice, fighting valiantly in the name of his country. He was well versed in the siege tactics of his kingdom, and had been apart of great battles that dragged out for weeks in siege warfare. Though he told no one, the man secretly practiced the dark arts of necromancy, learning how to reanimate corpses to do his bidding and how to call spirits back from beyond the realm of the dead. He soon became very skilled in this form of black magic, but because of his status as a knight he kept his skills a close guarded secret from all of those around him.

During a siege on a town that had a high wall all around it, Julian was struck by a rouge arrow in the neck; one of the few spots where his armor didn't cover. The knight fell to the ground and bled out, his corpse laying on the battle field for almost two days and two nights. Then Julian's reasoning for become a secret necromancer were revealed- he came back to life, to a degree anyways. In the night the knight slipped away from the battlefield and eventually returned to his the kingdom of Justice where he hung up his armor and became a simple farmer, thinking that he could put a lifestyle of killing and destroying behind him.
Weapons: His tool of trade as a farmer as also become his weapon of choice as a fighter; a scythe.
Powers: As a Lich Julian was control over the dead, but his powers are limited. He can raise one corpse to fight for him at a time but only for a set period of time before it becomes lifeless again, and he can summon spirits of the dead to his aid, but that is a dangerous task in itself. The spirits have a mind of their own, so while Julian can summon them, he cannot dismiss them; they have to leave on their own free will.
Other: Since he is technically dead, things like eating and sleeping are unnecessary, though he has been known to eat as a formality when in the presence of others so that he can continue to hide the fact that he is one of the undead.
Description: Julian stands at an impressive 6'3" and has a strong body build, but normally wears humble farmers attire. He has black hair and dark eyes, making him appear a little ominous since he is a Lich, but he actually goes against the stereotypes about necromancers in that he is quite kind. Because of his years of service as a knight in his first life he bores a number of scars, the most notable in a long slash mark across his right arm, starting at the shoulder and going all the way down to his wrist. Julian also has a black mark that oddly resembles a skull on his chest about the size of his fist, though it is normally covered out in public since most suspect him to be a human and not actually an undead.

Username: Kohaku Bear
Character Name: Kazuma Ikezawa
Kingdom: Patience
Occupation/Class: Vagabond
Age: Physically 20 Chronologically 800
Species: Blessed Human
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight

Bio: Kazuma was born long ago to a woman of ill-repute following the formation of the kingdoms of vice and virtue. Kazuma lived a normal life of little interest whiling away his days a failed paper merchant waiting to die. At the age of seventy Kazuma saw his end peacefully in bed, but staring into the void the paper merchant was scarred like the many who had stood on the edge before him. In his last moments he cried out to a god, to any god to spare him from death in return for eternal worship and devotion. In the twilight moments of his death he was granted life. A god, who’s identity is still a mystery to him, took pity on the pathetic old paper merchant and blessed him. With the god’s blessing Kazuma’s youth was restored and the aging process was stopped, it seemed a boundless blessing, but as these things go his blessing carried a heavy price. Kazuma spends everyday staring into the abyss of his death, stranded in the limbo of his twilight years regardless of his physical age. No matter what Kazuma does he can always feel the call of the afterlife in the back of his head.
Once granted immortality Kazuma left his life as a paper merchant and became a vagabond travelling between the virtuous kingdoms. A man with no fear of time or loss learns to take his time with life enjoying many of its pleasures in slow motion. Thus Kazuma lived, two hundred years of enjoyment. But a man with no fear of time or loss lacks direction, after two hundred years of enjoyment Kazuma realized his life without conviction was worthless and he began to train. Learning the martial styles of masters in all of the virtuous kingdoms Kazuma spent many life times creating a perfect union of body, mind and soul and after another two hundred years of training he was satisfied with what he had learned and retired to the Snowdi Mountains to live his life in quiet reflection. After a short two years Kazuma again found himself bored with the solitude of his life in the mountains and resolved to return to society and gain knowledge. In the cities he learned, he read books attended universities and became a learned man. However this was not enough Kazuma’s boundless life allowed him the pleasure to learn what he wished and he took his time spending another life time devoting himself to nothing more than amassing knowledge.
A man with endless life finds many conflicts in his time and Kazuma was no exception. As war came Kazuma took it upon himself to learn the arts of the sword seeing it as the weapon of balance that so reflected the perfection he patiently strove for. Upon choosing his weapon and purchasing it from a blacksmith of patience he returned to his mountain home. There he has spent the last three hundred years perfecting his swordsmanship through patient hard work he has become an impressive swordsman and with nothing more to do up in his mountain home Kazuma ventures once more into the civilized world to spend more of his eternal life.

Weapons: Katana and Martial Arts
Powers: Slow Healing Factor [The smaller the injury the faster the heal. For example a paper cut would take a minute to heal but an amputation would take a lifetime.], Spirit Vision [Kazuma can see ghosts, spirits etc.]
Other: Kazuma is not truly immortal, he can be slain by any mortal weapon but he is invulnerable to the ravages of time and disease.
Description: Because Kazuma has lived innumerable lifetimes his body is covered in scars and wounds from his many lifetimes of training. The scar on his face, received during his first lifetime, has not, and seemingly will never, heal.

Dominique Arielle d’Aquitaine

Username: ephemeral_spirit
Character Name: Dominique Arielle d’Aquitaine
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Self-Appointed Grand Duchess – High Princess
Age: 22
Species: Muse (Divine Child, Descendant of the God Talaran Aquinas)
Gender: Female
Sex: Left Deliberately Blank – Apologies. A Muse does not share her secrets.

Bio: Dominique grew up a tepid, eclectic child, who had always known that she was the apple of her fathers eye. She was his little princess in all things, and that would never change. She grew up in the lavish south-eastern lands of Avarice, beneath the capital Cupidité. Though her present is worth detailed notation, it is her past that sets the course of the future. To be more specific, what divine blood runs freely in her veins.

Before the plague of the Malcanthet spoiled the land, Before the Cambion infested the soil… Before the Incubus and Succubus roamed freely, populating and creating more of their kind as they saw fit, the land was owned and ruled by the Aquitaine. And centuries before that, by their ancestors, the God Talaran Aquinas. Through complete civil war and blood shed, political unrest and eventually a coup d’etat by the more plentiful Cambion, the Aquitaine were forced to abscond the throne. The land however, has, and always will be bound in name, life, and blood to those descended from the Aquinas. Any other that claims themselves ruler of Avarice is a dim witted fool. They act merely as transitional Regents that warmed the seat of the empire, until the proper heirs are returned to power.

Despite their usurpation, the true royal family in years past have re-gained the support of the people, their frustration with their Cambion rulers growing. There were always greedy claws, small rebellions, revolutions, trying to pry away the grip the Malcanthet kept on the Kingdom… All have failed. But none of them have had the massive support that the Aquitaine’s have… Literally eight tenths of Avarice’s vast armies have pledged themselves loyal to the rightful rulers, with the promise that in turn for their support, the capital city will be purged of the filth it has become, and returned to its proper glory. The promise to unite the Kingdom under one banner.

The Aquitaine are exceptionally long lived, and have waited for century upon century for the blight upon their name to fade so their celebrated return to could be staged. The memory of the Cambion’s are long, as are their penchants for vengeance…And for years, they’d bred like rabbits in the spring. But winter was coming for the soul-theives… Their birth rates had dropped dramatically in recent years. They were at war with a previous ally, a white Kingdom. Humility. There were assassins seeking to wipe out the current rulers. And the Malcanthet for all of her ability, was powerless to stop it. With those losses, the time of the Cambion was coming to a grinding halt… And the time of Aquitaine was resuming where it had left off.

D'Artagnan Marcellus d’Aquitaine (Dominique’s Father) has been alive long enough to watch the foul Cambion rise into power… And for hundreds of years had watched their inevitable decline. This was a coup, a millennia in the making. He was growing weary, though he didn’t look a day past his prime…Even for an Aquitaine… He was older than most. He was infact the original King of Avarice from what felt like a lifetime ago… They had survived by changing their names from time to time, building support, moving frequently… Winning over in secret the many leaders of the city-states… Marrying their stunningly beautiful daughters to their sons to lock in their loyalty… Though Aquitaine Nobility had occasionally bred with other peoples through the years, he himself had chosen to wait bring offspring into the world.

His three wives, Dyanna, Esmeraude, and Isabeau had never quite forgiven him, even in the centuries that had gone by, for denying them children, that they had wanted so terribly. It was against their nature not to reproduce…Not to bring about the most beautiful of things. Children. It had… Bothered him to deny them. Especially when they tended to band together against him to get what they wanted…But as hunted exiles in their own Kingdom, it was no place to raise those that would inherit their legacy. It wasn’t safe. He could not bare to bury a child before their time. This was his war. His problem to solve. He’d not force it on them. But he’d had a vision one summer, an enlightening one… And his refusal had ended abruptly.

Much to his wives delight.

He would have a child. A female. With his eyes, and Esmeraude’s lovely hair. Or was it Dyanna’s? With Isabeau’s smile of course. He could note the kiss of her mouth anywhere. Which was his wives mothered this precious one was inconsequential. His Lady Queen’s were all equal in his eyes, all of equal importance. But this child, she would be the first. She would inherit all the glory he carried. This vision was a sign… That when his heir came of age… He would use his manipulated and earned status as an Ambassador for Avarice to bring down the Cambion.

And to bring down the Cambion… He would need to bring the Malcanthet to her knees, and force her, to command them to leave, or to throw down their swords and obey their new masters.

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For Dominique, life changed severely from being what she knew as the truth. To riding around in gilded carriages in the cities of Avarice with the people shouting their family name. She understood the history of her family, and accepted that they had been wronged by the Cambion… That the dark creatures had ruined their country, murdered her family. Spilled gallons of gold tinged blood all over the beautiful countryside. Avarice was a beautiful pearl that both parties had fought over… Only one could be left standing.

To her understanding, the Malcanthet had been brought down. Not without resistance from the Incubus King, but, with relative ease. Without their Dragon born son to help the small faction of their army that still remained loyal to them, their reign had crumbled to nothingness.

As it should be.

The Cambion had stolen from her family for the final time. They would never again be disgraced. By Talaran’s grace, Dominique swore it.

The little muse, filled with god blood, had been raised to rule. And was filled with a wisdom, an eerie perceptive viciousness that did not befit her age. Her mothers had taught her all they knew, sparing nothing when it came to her education and training… She loved them all dearly. Her family was close, closer than most. Creativity and bringing about beauty was their focus… To breathe live into Avarice, to coat everything in gold and stars so that it shown bright at night like a city befitting the children of the gods.

Her second week in the castle in Cupidité an attempt was made on her life. One of her mother’s, Dyanna, foresaw this and requested that the girl stay the night in the Queen’s chambers…Much to the consternation of her father. Come morn, they found her bed shredded, feathers everywhere… The Princesses rooms were in distress… All of the finery she owned had seemingly been destroyed, silks ripped to pieces. It looked as if a blood curse had been set off in the room, with the intent of obliterating her.

This confused D'Artagnan. Why attack the heir, and not himself or his wives? What threat, did his little Arielle pose? No matter… As a seasoned King, he did not take threats idly and guard around the princess and his wives increased ten fold. He half wondered if somehow the Malcanthet, now rotting sexless in the city dungeons had pulled one last string in her captivity… But he wasn’t stupid. He had of course heard of the assassinations, and despite his best efforts to keep his children safe, the enemy had slipped past their wards.

After spending a week in counsel with his advisors, and many Aquitaine Nobility that had been returned to power… It was decided that as before, with the children of the Malcanthet, Dominique would be sent to stay with the God King Veritas for her protection. Veritas, a cousin of sorts to their godly ancestor Talaran, would not deny a child of his own blood from his care. Not that the King expected any favors… But no doubt, the former heirs of Avaraice would be…Unaware that they had been uprooted. It would be…Beneficial to see how they would react to their replacement.

Whether they would have to face the same fate that the Malcanthet and her consort now suffered, or if they would be allowed life. The faults of their live givers did not fall on their shoulders… But they were not erased from their blood.

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Weapons: Very, very skilled in sword play.

Powers: Being a Muse, a full blooded Muse is something of a gift and a curse. Though twenty two in human years, and seemingly fully grown…She is still but a child, a toddler in the eyes of the Aquitaine. Her family, dote on her, treat her as if she is made of glass. Her true potential at this time is entirely unknown… Unlike the Muse myths of old, she is not bound by the laws of only being able to influence others… Though by nature, they strive to create beauty, wherever they go, and usually do so through a form of magic, called the glom.

But their heritage is a double edged sword. Nothing comes to the descendants of gods without a price. As they give beauty… They can also take it away. Their emotions can, if left unchecked affect the world around them. And not always for the better.

Things like, creating flowers, a frame for picture she’d thought up, a statue, a sword, a staircase would be easy enough. Causing decay, by accident, would be her imagination failing her. Though the creation of beauty is in her nature, it may also not be her intent. For example, giving a disrespectful person a pigs nose for a day. This, is because beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Such a thing might ‘inspire’ the wearer of the pig nose to be more… Respectful, in future meetings.

It is much like inception. The more powerful the god blood in the muse, the more powerful the ability. They create in the image of their ancestors, their masters.

Other: Completely immune to the alluring effects of the Cambion, or Succubus/Incubus touched. (Those who have been fed upon.) Can smell them, a mile away. The scent repulses her, disgusts her.

There are things that she cannot create with her ability; For reasons she does not understand. She cannot create sentient beings, be they animal or man. She can…Adjust them, however, this is most taxing if she intends the changes to last. Things lower on the evolutionary scale, such as plant life are easily subject to her will.

She can also become very jealous, if someone were to make something more lovely than she could. She thinks highly of herself, and is proud of her heritage.

She is slightly better senses than the average human, a side effect of her heritage, and as she ages over the centuries, the blood within her will solidify as divine and make it very difficult for her to be killed without being beheaded. But as she is now, still a toddler, an infant by the standards of her people…They treat her as if she is fragile, because to them, she is… So young to them, she could easily be killed by human means, and children to the Aquitaine are most precious.

Description: Dominique is fair, her skin flawless, hair always in motion, occasionally changing shade; Eyes god touched. One moment they look blue, the next green, perhaps lavender, depending on her mood. She has a dancers body, and often wears intricate gowns and hairstyles that give her an ethereal appearance. Even more often, they are gifts from her mothers. Or she creates them herself. She has a perfect form, and moves with the grace of her forefathers.

Username: Kandrix
Character Name: Alexander "Sasha" Steel
Kingdom: Justice
Occupation/Class: Bard
Age: 18
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Bio: Alexander Steel was born of a family with a long line of labourers, on both parents sides. Blacksmiths, carpenters, lumberjacks, thatchers, builders, even a few guardsmen were recorded into the genealogy. Thus imagine the shock of his parents, and indeed extended family, when he announced, with his chest puffed proudly and his head held high, that he was to become a bard! Vocalist, musician, lyricist, story teller, and dramatist alike! In all honesty, however, his family had seen this coming, and dreaded every moment of it's approach, for from the moment he learnt to speak, he had been a romantic.

Always, the Alexander Steel had dreamt of far away lands, of mighty heroes and monstrous villains and creatures, of distressed damsels and princes of charm. But not once had he dreamt that he would be the hero. Nay, he had always envisioned himself as the trusty bard, not some glorified minstrel, but a friend and musician, following heroes of might and magic, taking note of their quests for justice and honour so that he may one day speak of their tales and hardship so that they may live on forever in the hearts of many. So that he would live on in the hearts of many! He would be known as the greatest bard ever to walk the Earth!

His family had dared to hope that perhaps he wasn't cut out for the life of a bard. Hoping his voice would falter, his ears be tone deaf, his penmanship undecipherable. Alas, their hope was misplaced it seemed, for the guild not only accepted him, but helped him to refine his dreams. It became apparent that he was no lyricist, but he had a voice that demanded attention, and a way with words that left many in awe, and though he was far from the best musician they'd seen, he had a way with his lute that would draw out the emotions of a crowd, as if their hearts were his strings. It was later established that he also had a natural talent with the sword, returning hope to his family that perhaps he would follow and admirable pursuit after all. But again, they were met with disappointment, for he had no interest, learning only what he needed to defend himself and not even bothering to show up for the rest of his lessons.

To the dismay of the guild, on the day of Alexander's eighteenth birthday, he resigned his position saying he could learn no more, and that the road was calling. Not that he had any desire to leave his country. No, his heart and his honour were with the kingdom of Justice, to the edicts of his people. That was until he realised there were few tales to be had, and most were either as common as the sun, or not worth telling. But when he heard of the assassination attempt, or a rumour at least, he knew this would be his big chance. Alexander, no... Sasha Steel: The Weaver of the Tale of the Plight of the Heirs! Never before had he dared to dream so big.
Weapons: Longsword, and a hidden dagger in the neck of his lute.
Powers: His music can draw out strong, specific emotions in those that hear, depending on how he plays.
Other: As bound as he is to honour and chivalry and a sense of justice, he is full of himself. Putting himself first, closely followed by fellow Justites. His regard for the other kingdoms, however, depends on his ability to overcome his prejudices.
Description: Alexander's features are the self-confessed epitome of beauty. His long, raven hair is kept in a pony-tail, rarely seen in a condition less than perfect. His face is clean-shaven, revealing his high cheekbones and strong jaw-line and chin. His deep, emerald eyes twinkle with a love of life and the ever-present hopes and dreams of a romantic. He wears a brown vest over top a forest green shirt, draped in a long, brown cloak; vertical stripped breeches of brown and white, and calf high, leather travelling boots, topped off with a wide brimmed hat, the brim bent upwards on one side, with a large, flamboyant plumed feather from some exotic bird. The Justice coat of arms is emblazoned on his broach that secures his cloak around his neck. His longsword hangs from a separate, loose fitting belt along with a tubular case for his parchment, with his lute strapped around his back.

Username: Ra Ra Rumpleteaser
Character Name: Aveline Entreri
Kingdom: Justice
Occupation/Class: Princess
Age: Ninety-nine
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Sex: Lesbian

Bio: The most important people in Aveline's life have always been her two older brothers. She was always been dismissive of her sisters and mother as a child. They were far to nice for their own good. Vanessa was far to easy a target due to her inclination for tears and Melody was little better. Honestly! They were supposed to grow into representatives of Justice.

When her sisters and mother failed her need to admire someone, Aveline turned to her brothers. They were both so strong willed and well rounded. They were her inspiration and her guidance. She craved to be like them, though it grew into a snide attitude. Even from a young age she tailed along behind her oldest brother, though her preferred his own company and studies.

Weapons: She is trained in the use of a rapier but prefers to go without it. In combat she enjoys taunting and tricking her companion. She is above foul play.

Powers: The guiding light: a red glow emitted from from that connects her soul with that of the person she is seeking. Depending on the strength of the connection, the light may extend an inch from their hand to the entire distance between them. Depending on their relationship and opinion of the person she is searching for, the light can be off-white to a deep blood red.
Fire elemental: She has a minor fire ability that she is yet to harness. So far all she can do is change the temperature of the air around her and light candle sized fires.

Other: Aveline enjoys verbally backing people into corners or making them contract their own words. She is always watching to catch someone out and look down on them, yet she always manages to be articulate and proper when making snide or insinuative remarks. She disapproves of almost everybody: the Vices, the church, her school masters, the servants, her sisters and even her own mother. She has incredibly high standards that only her brothers have ever been seen to live up to.

Despite her sassy and even callous attitude towards people, she admires her brothers. She considers her surviving brother to be the best person for the kingdom of Justice. She would not dare undermine his authority. Neither does any intention of going near the church. She is always careful never to get to close to her mother lest she be chosen to follow her mother's footsteps. She considers her path to be one of an ambassador, if her father and brother permit it. How likely this is depends on how well she can curb her sharp tongue.

Description: Aveline looks much like her brother, except with longer hair. She stands at five-foot-eleven and has a slender build, much like others of her race. She has pale skin and the same coloured hair as her brother, which is golden. Her eyes are golden brown - like the colour of autumn leaves. She always dresses to impress, rarely wearing anything other than court regalia. The only times she does not is when she is outside of a major city. She is not nearly as in touch with nature as her only surviving brother, Valas.

Username: ratgirl34
Character Name: Robbert Stirling, (prefers to be known as Anon.)
Kingdom: Lust
Occupation/Class: Bard
Age: 27
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sex: Bi.
Bio: Anon was born Robbert Stirling, the youngest of three sons to a silversmith within the capital of Lust. It was very lucky for him to be the third son, and not the first. As the youngest he was not expected to take up his fathers trade, hoped but not required. So when at a very early age he began to show an interest in music his family was not so broken hearted and embraced the choice of profession.
Robbert was given his first lute and lessons when he was five. And when he six he was performing in small booths during fairs. By the time he was ten Robbert was one of the main performers at such events and even had a few students of his own. Part of his appeal was that he wore decorated masks wherever he went, and though people from his neighbourhood knew him, he never actually gave his name. In his little circle of fame, he was simply the masked Anon. An unknown, and very young musical oddity. Which is why the royal family pulled him out of the middle class the first time they'd heard him play.
Humans are short lived, which meant that as a collectable oddity he was better kept in the palace where he was easier to observe and maintain. Which only brought more entertainment to the place. As it turned out, with more money being thrown into his musical education, he could pick up any instrument after a few lessons. And for the lute especially he could learn a new song by hearing it played once or twice.
Within a year of the Royal Couple playing with their new toy, they discovered another interesting trait. Robbert was born with latent magical powers. And though he can't cast a spell to light a candle, with an understanding of the effect desired he could produce the same results through music.
Not surprisingly a large portion of the experiments and 'games' were used to distract from the fact that he wasn't yet physically mature. And yet he was by far not a bad looking boy. They held off on taking away his innocence until he actually developed an interest in the act on his own. And then they without hesitation introduced the new way for him to entertain his Lord and Lady, often at the same time.

Throughout this, Robbert discovered a place all his own. He shared it with one other, whom he had met when he found the location. Deep in a forgotten section of the Royal Garden, he'd stumbled across a disruption of time and dimension. A spot where the location was stuck trying to be two places at once. And it was here that he met Sam. A counterpart to Anon, both equally talented and enthralled with music. They were not exactly like minded in a lot of ways, Sam was much more pure than Anon for starters. And Sam had no interest in becoming famous or better than anyone else. While Anon fiercely competed with everyone and anyone, and though he never disclosed his name, he wanted to be known all over. They held a strange sort of chaste courtship for several years, until as suddenly as the disruption occurred, it repaired itself. And Anon could no longer contact Sam, play music with Sam, or just talk.
That connection lost, Anon has spent equal amounts of time trying to find a way to go to Sam, wherever s/he may be, and practising music to be more renowned than anyone else.

Anon often accompanies Richard in any travels, particularly if the King will be away from home for long periods of time.
Weapons: His instruments are his weapons. He owns a rosewood hand drum, but more commonly plays his ebony lute.
Powers: Through a natural affinity for music, and a touch of otherwise latent magical ability, he can use music in the place of spells. In theory his limit is his imagination, but his effects tend to be blunt and to the point due to his not so subtle nature.
Other: Due to a strange phobia of being in the public, he wears masks when out of his rooms to 'hide' himself. Without a mask he can barely function as a person in public settings, with his mask he's his normal self. These range from simple pieces of fabric or wood with sparse decoration, to intricate and heavily adorned ones. Some masks cover half his face, while others give him a full facial barrier.

Due to this phobia he almost never tells anyone his name. Preferring to be referred to as Anonymous, or Anon.
Description: About 5'10 in height with grey eyes. He likes to dress well, preferably better than other musicians of the palace.
Writing Sample: (This is a smutty sample, Where Anon loses his virginity to Richard King of Lust. *Requires editing due to changes to the character sheet which resulted in continuity errors in the example writing*)

Anon was starring at the floor as though there were some strange fascination with it, mostly from embarrassment. It isn't as though he was ignorant to all the sex going on in the castle around him, lord only knows how shy the inhabitants are not. However, he'd never before actually walked in on the King and what looked to be about half the Royal Harem. The abrupt visual introduction was not met with revulsion or fear, simply embarrassment and curiosity. And it was his curiosity that kept him from bolting out of the room entirely.

Curiosity and the fantastic sounds the people were making, the sounds of pleasure and joviality entered the young mans ears and sent a tingle down to the base of his spine. He could feel the beginning of a knot in his stomach, yet it wasn't one he wanted to go away. He was trying to sum up the nerve to take a better look, perhaps explore that knot a little further, when slender arms wrapped around him from behind and held him to a full body of perfect curves. Deceptively delicate fingers brushed his skin under his chin, stroking him gently until the palm was against his cheek and gently pulled his gaze towards the stunning gaze of the Queen. To Anon's knowledge the others hadn't noticed him yet, and part of him felt as though perhaps he was someplace he shouldn't have been, “I'm sorry milady. I didn't mean to intrude, I could come back-”

A perfectly manicured finger touched his lips, immediately silencing them, “Oh don't be silly Anon.” Of course using his preferred name, despite the fact that his true name is the kingdoms worst kept secret, “We summoned you when we wanted you, so you are exactly on time.” Moving from his lips to the mask on his face she started tracing around the lower edge, sensing his discomfort at the idea of removing the accessory she smiled, “They are just leaving dear. Surely you can be without your precious mask with only two others in the room.” She gave a slight pout, for one of her status, slight was as to full blown tears.

“Y-yes of course.” Small groups of people, one's he feels safe with, he has been without a mask for, but his strange ailment seems to trigger at small groups of four or more. He turned to look, not having noticed that the sensual sounds had stopped, the last of the harem was exiting the room, through a door he hadn't previously known existed. The girl gave him a smile, though he was certain she was laughing at his reaction to entering the room, and once she was gone he wasn't sure if the door had ever been there at all. When he moved to look back to his Queen and remove the mask, he found the King, robed for Anon's comfort, standing next to him, “Sire, I, well...” Unsure of what he should be saying, Anon stuttered instead, just moments before he'd walked in on his King's perfect body pleasuring, and being pleasured by, multiple men and women. That brief glimpse had lodged itself into the young virgin's mind and wouldn't get out.

“I don't believe I've seen you this flustered since you were shown the music section of the library.” Very little music was written to paper, and until moving to the palace Anon hadn't realized that most of the music in Avarice seemed to be found withing the library. So many songs to commit to memory... Though the immediate lesson in intimacy is what Anon was thinking of, while gently pressed between an Incubus and a Succubus, “Just relax, we aren't going to hurt you.” The tone of the King's voice was reassuring, while at the same time he seemed amused. Possibly by how easy it tends to be to fluster and confuse a human. Or perhaps at how easy it is to manipulate one. Bending slightly the man pressed his lips to Anon's, warm hands rising to lift away the mask the Queen had already untied.

The way everything they did was so perfectly timed added to their allure. And while the King gauged Anon's reaction, waiting for the boy to relax some before physically encouraging him to open his mouth, the Queen subtly went about unfastening their toys tunic while caressing the flesh beneath. Even when she moved away briefly to set the lute aside, which Anon might otherwise have dropped, there seemed to only be a graceful harmony as they made moves to coax Anon into cooperation. Though it could be argued that a human adolescent takes the least amount of convincing, even their first time.

When a small sound escaped Anon's throat, almost nothing more than a guttural peep, his mouth was released, “I-It's warm in here.” The knot in his stomach had moved further towards his belt, and become much more difficult to ignore. He wanted to touch himself, or be touched. And as though sensing that the sex demon pulled Anon closer and pressed a leg between Anon's to restrict access.

“That's quite normal for your condition. I suggest taking your shirt off, or perhaps all your clothing.” A smile crossed the taller mans features as he added, “Yes, I believe I'd quite like to see you without your clothing for a change.” Anon barely gave a slight nod of agreement before the king was pulling off Anon's tunic, while the Queen was kneeling to removed the lower garments and give attention to the outermost portion of Anon's hip with her lips. Only enough to add to the growing frustration, a feeling he desires but isn't yet permitted to achieve.

When she stood, she took a moment to gaze at the two men, as though standing back to admire a piece of art, “Try to leave him energetic enough for me later darling.” A light caress down her husbands muscular arm, and she left the room. Likely to spend time with the harem while waiting for her turn with the musician. Gain her fill of energy, so that he doesn't die from her fun later. The same thing the King had done shortly before.

Before she was even out of the room, Anon was lifted into the air and carried to the bed that the harem had shared with their King. Laid out on his back, there were a few more moments of oral enticement before the King thought to ensure Anon was fully compliant, “Of course you realize you can say no. I would hate to force anything upon you.”

Desperate for release Anon groaned and nodded. But what else could be expected? It is a very rare mortal who can refuse an Incubus, much less the most powerful of the species, “Good.” Untieing the robes, but keeping them on, the King had one more verbal explanation as to what could be expected next, “It's going to hurt a bit at first. But then I promise you it will feel very very good.”

Username: Deste
Character Name: Samuel Greene (But he only just found out.) Answers to Sam.
Kingdom: Fortitude
Occupation/Class: Prince, apparently.
Age: 23
Species: Cursed Shape-changer
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Bio: Sam was born Samuel Greene, Prince of Fortitude. However, not long after his birth, a member or a wandering gypsy troupe came into contact with the child. (How she was allowed access to him was never fully explained... can we say 'conspiracy'?) She exclaimed upon seeing him that the child had a wolf's spirit and that he should have a wolf's form to match it. And so Sam became a shifter. His parents called it a curse though the gypsy insisted she had freed that boy before disappearing as easily as she had gained access to a supposedly guarded child.

Sam was relocated to group of shifters who wandered the countryside, living by their own laws and mostly ignoring the rest of the kingdom. He grew up with them and though his heritage wasn't hidden from him, Sam never really had much interest in returning to claim his birthright and none of the wolves pushed the issue. He grew up more or less wild living by a set of rules based upon a mix of human and wolfie protocols.

One night a group of 'hunters' (read heir assassins) tracked down the group and killed everyone in it, barring their intended target who had gone out to get medicine for one of the pups. He came back to a mass slaughter. Grief-stricken and enraged he set out for his birthplace, only be shunted off to a crazy old god's palace without a decent explanation.

Weapons: He carries a knife in his human form about half the length of his forearm.

Powers: Well, we covered this earlier but, Sam turns into a wolf. No moon cycle or anything needed. He just goes furry when stressed (scared, aggressive) or when he bloody well feels like it.

Other: Sam has issues with certain human hang-ups... like clothing and polite conversation.

Description: Sam is lean but muscled from running around, chasing his food. And he is rarely found in full dress. He thinks pants suffice.