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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:24 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Stilicidium, Kingdom of Water
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Remi L'eau
Nickname ↠ Rem
Age ↠ 22
Birthday ↠ 22 August
Height ↠ 6'1" | 185cm
Weight ↠ 195lb | 88kg
Powers ↡
Aquakinetic Body Remi can transform his body completely into water. He can take on the anatomical form of his body, the hollow inside of an object (like a tub), or a mobile puddle on the ground. Items touching him, or even people he's touching can also turn into water for as long as he does. Hydromancy - Remi is able to receive visions, symbols, or intuitive messages when in contact with water. While gazing into a reflective surface of water, he will begin to experience images, sounds, and/or emotional impressions filling him. He does not get to choose what to focus on and instead relies on the water revealing what it wants him to see. This can be accomplished with something as simple as a bowl of water. Being submerged or in a natural water source intensifies the quality and impression of the vision but temporarily weakens him.
Personality ↡
Remi’s two brain cells work so hard because he tries not to be an energetic goofball all hours of the day. He is easygoing with most people and prefers to go with the flow. Loves humor and likes to help lift other people’s spirits.Can be flirty. He gets bored easily and will often seek out something thrilling or risky to do. The injuries that could come to him aren’t always a deterrent as evidenced by a lifetime of multiple bone breaks. Silly rules, at least the ones he finds to be silly, are just that and often deserve to be challenged. There are serious bones in his body but they are reserved for Stilicidium, his loved ones and interests, so reminders are helpful everywhere else.
Political Opinion ↠
He’s getting better at being more attentive to the ins and outs of politics as he knows like a good chunk of his precious time is going to be spent on that song and dance. He’s incredibly untrustful of Hyoden after what happened to his sisters. Siscia and their inclination toward the spirit world creeps him out. The rest of the kingdoms have their pros and cons as does Stilicidium – especially given their history – and that’s okay to have.
Biography ↡
A lot changed when Remi was sixteen. One moment he was enjoying an afternoon riding the waves on the private beach outside of the Stilicidium palace, taking in the sunshine and salty air he came to know and love. The next he was down in the sand with his heart pounding in his ears watching as the world became blurry. The last thing he remembered from that day were heavy boots coming to his line of sight, then darkness. When he woke up, he was in his own bed. Weeks had passed. His parents were the ones to break the news to him about everything that happened. Alosa was safe but when he asked about Calypso their faces said it all. It was such a shock to his system that he didn’t even remember them saying he was going to be king. The ‘turtle’ in his life was gone and he could never pester her for advice or be gently chided by her when he did something ‘unbecoming.’ All he could do was hold onto Alosa, his “dolphin,” when he saw her again. He couldn’t be there for her when she found Calypso, and he swore he’d never let her be left alone like that again. It was hard to see her as a hollow shell of herself, but he knew he wasn’t in any better condition. The comments that circulated within earshot earned their messengers knowing glares from the otherwise good-humored prince.
A second brush with death came shortly after while he was bathing. A chance look at the surface of water pulled him into a trance where he had visions that triggered his senses and filled him with emotions that weren’t his own. The intensity of it caused him to black out and slip under the water. Some of the images were frightening while others were unusual, and when he described what he saw the doctors determined he was suffering from exhaustion and ordered him to rest. Word got out about his delusions and people from court were questioning if he was mentally well enough for the job as their King. For a month this continued though not as intensely as the first time, and he genuinely started to believe he was losing it until he started to witness things from his visions happening before his eyes. It wasn’t until after a gift box with a dress arrived for Alosa that he and everyone else realized what he was experiencing. Remi didn’t help the rumors when he tried to take the box while screaming it was laced with poison and he was escorted back to his room to rest. The dress never made it to Alosa and was instead found on a noblewoman whose body was ravaged by the tell-tale rash that accompanied a known deadly toxin. Scholars confirmed after speaking with Remi and everyone else that he could perform hydromancy, the ability to receive messages about the future when in contact with water. He was vindicated; Remi may have acted like a loon from time to time but he wasn’t as certifiably insane as everyone made him out to be! Seeing a potential advantage, he tried to utilize Remi’s new ability but stopped when he realized his son couldn’t just conjure up visions about specific enemy countries on a whim.
Once enough time passed to mourn and heal, a lot of Remi’s time, when he wasn’t out of commission from regular migraines, went into being instructed on becoming a leader in addition to his academics. He went in with a focus he didn’t usually have; the empty shoes his sister left were big and it was for both of his sisters that he took on his new role. He did his best and that was good most times, but he was still a teenager with high energy and a want for some fun even if it meant a little trouble along the way. He kept to the times promised to Alosa and picked back up with surfing. Other times he slipped out of the palace to attend parties, nightlife events, or even some of the more grimier dive bars and rum houses, despite his father’s orders to keep a guard and keep to curfew at all times. While he agreed that there was a need for increased security after what happened, Remi butted heads with him over it as well as with his other restrictive policies.
The fear of being poisoned, being killed like Calypso, or being attacked like Alosa did when she was with her then-Hyoden fiancee, left him feeling inadequate in his own ability to protect himself. His father refused to let him learn, Remi took matters into his own hands. The king had a sudden change of heart when word got back to him that Remi was going onto the navy yards and learning from any soldier willing to teach him. A trainer by the name of Dymias was who he reported to thereafter. From the mysterious man he learned a great deal about fighting and defending oneself in the threat of danger. He was even introduced to less formal techniques where just about anything was fair game when it came to tactics and weaponry – fighting like the pirates he would occasionally see. Remi returned home sore and sometimes bruised but beaming with pride for how far he had come with such an aspiring instructor. Like all good things, his training with Dymias had to come to an end. His lessons carried on long after training ended when the nights he lurked around town took a turn.
When the war ended, the letters from Utopia came. The academy was requesting their presence. While their dad was reluctant, he wanted more for the kingdom to heal and rebuild from the devastating losses they took otherwise they’d be at a huge disadvantage if it picked up again. Remi was not home to hear the news, and instead was gallivanting abroad and at sea and could not accompany Alosa. He returned to Stilicidium but only stayed a couple of days before leaving for Utopia. He was willing to attend, but knew he would miss the comforts of home. It would be there that he would not only continue his education and training, but also look for someone worthy of becoming a queen to his Kingdom when it came time for him to rule. Remi excitedly looked forward to reuniting with Alosa. Just as he was leaving, his father dropped a quick tidbit of information: He had a half-brother that was a prince who was at Utopia with Alosa. Before Remi could get any more information the king ordered the carriage to start its journey.
Likes ↡
tropical fruits (coconut, pineapple, dragonfruit, lychee berries)
the beach
long, hot baths
climbing and jumping on stuff
cracking is knuckles, neck, etc
big a** waves
fruity scents
gummy snacks
sparring
dancing
Dislikes ↡
migraines
being followed by kingdom personnel so often
seaweed
overly floral scents, especially lavender
his dad
Alosa's siren song ability
pointless rules
shoes
getting all dressed up
his hydromancy power triggering randomly
Misc. Info ↡
Hobbies:
surfing, swimming, parkour, combat sports (street fighting, boxing), pin whistle
Weapons:
His fists, whatever's lying around, a whip,
Distinguishing Features:
- tattoo, various, one of a turtle and dolphin to one side of his chest
- various piercings
- perpendicular scars at the corner of his forehead
Other information:
- illness: since being poisoned, Remi has suffered frequent migraines, usually lasting for at most a week, every 4 to 6 weeks. It triggers physical debilitation, sometimes emotional strain, messes up his sleep
- wears a gold coin on a leather necklace and multiple bracelet including a simple one Calypso often wore.
Theme Songs ↠
rockstar
electric love
my heart will go on
Username ↠ chinisu
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:24 pm
Kingdom ↠ Stilicidium
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Iridessa Celeste L’eau
Nickname ↠ Dessa, Dolphin (Remi only)
Age ↠ 21 years
Birthday ↠ June 21
Height ↠ 5’9
Weight ↠ 156 lbs
Powers ↡
Hydrokinesis - Iridessa had the ability to create, shape, control/move, and otherwise manipulate water in all forms: whether sea or inland, salt or fresh, hot or cold, muddy or pure, hard or soft, heavy or light, flowing or standing, on earth or in the sky, above ground or under, outside or within living things, etc. However she cannot manipulate ice and her power over vapor is weak.
Song of Suggestion - Iridessa has the ability to entrance others with her hauntingly beautiful song and bend them to her will. She can control a handful of people of her choosing on dry land, but her ability is strongest when she is near a large body of water. Her song can reach hundreds on the ocean.
Personality ↡
Iridessa’s cool expression and aloof behavior lead some to believe she is cold by nature, but nothing could be further from the truth. She is a warm and kind hearted girl who cares deeply for others; it is only her shyness and propriety that creates a distance between herself and the people around her. She has very little experience with the world outside of the palace and is incredibly naive. However she is well read and an aspiring author, having penned a few fantasy works under a nom de plume. She tries very hard to use her book learning to overcome her lack of experience, but it is still often very obvious.
Political Opinion ↠ Iridessa wants to believe in peace and, as a result, she tries not to judge other kingdoms solely on their war actions. It has been most difficult not to internalize the murder of her sister and form a hatred, but she chooses to believe that was an action taken by a few callous people, not an entire nation.
Biography ↡
Iridessa was the youngest of the L’eau children, born one year after her brother Remi and three years after the eldest daughter, Calypso. Despite the ongoing war, Iridessa’s childhood was a sheltered one and she spent her childhood swimming, dancing, laughing, singing, and generally enjoying her life to the fullest. She had her lessons as any noble child would, but as she was not the heir much of her time was spent on her own enjoyment, beloved and spoiled by her parents.
Iridessa’s powers developed when she was very young, only about four years old. It was a surprise to many when she discovered the ability to influence others through song. They could only assume the trait emerged from the bloodline of her mother whose own mother was a noblewoman of Musique. Her parents were quick to make certain no one learned of such an easily exploitable power, but the young princess was delighted with this new game at first; no one could resist her requests for attention and play time! But after the second time of finding himself on the beach making sand castles with his baby sister instead of studying, a young Remi scolded her as best a five year old could manage. Iridessa ran to her parents in tears and though they comforted her, they took the opportunity to explain that what she had done to her brother was wrong and why. It became a core memory for Iridessa and she has since become very cautious with her ability. But singing just for fun was still a favorite activity of hers.
This idyllic life was shattered when the girl was fifteen years old. An attack on the Stilicidium royal children was planned and executed when they would be away from the palace and least protected. Remi was practicing his surfing at a private beach and Calypso and Iridessa had elected to walk along the beach, collecting seashells. The princesses had only their personal maids with them, having ordered the guards to give them a measure of privacy. It was an order they would regret as foreign mercenaries poured onto the beach, shouting orders and grabbing the women, separating them.
A hand was clapped over Iridessa’s mouth to muffle her screams and she bit down hard on gloved fingers. The man swore at her and hit her, leaving Iridessa’s world spinning more than it should have. Her limbs felt weak and heavy and her tongue seemed almost too large for her mouth. Poison wasn’t a word that would have even come to the princess, but she could tell that something was done to her and was making it hard to even control her limbs, let alone resist her attacker. But she still managed to fill her lungs with air, open her mouth, and sing. Screaming was the least of these men’s worries as Iridessa sang their death march into the sea with tears and hatred in her eyes. But hatred gave way to a deep despair as she turned desperately to find her sister and the maids who had been with her. Calypso’s body was crumpled on the ground, her blood staining the sand, but Iridessa refused to believe that it was too late. She stumbled over to her sister, cradling the still warm but lifeless body in her arms, and begging Calypso to wake up and come home with her. Eventually the poison took full effect, leaving her slumped over her sister but still alive when she was found.
Calypso’s death and the weeks she and Remi spent comatose in bed had changed Iridessa. She was still cheerful and bright around others, but often felt lonely and afraid whenever she was alone. She had never really had a reason to be afraid before and it was quietly eating at her. When Remi began frantically insisting that the things he saw in his delusions were actually happening, Iridessa could not quite brush off his premonitions. And when her brother practically tore a dress box from her hands, ranting and raving that it was poisoned, Iridessa could not shake the fear. She ordered the dress burned without once opening the box to see it for herself. To this day Iridessa has no idea how the dress made it into the hands of a noblewoman, but her poison ravaged body was more than enough to entrench Iridessa’s fears more deeply. She began to slowly withdraw into herself, only showing her smile to her brother and parents.
During this time, books became a source of solace for Iridessa. Calypso had always enjoyed reading more than Iridessa had, but it was still something they both could enjoy together on a quiet afternoon and the young princess took comfort in those memories. She also began to write short stories, tales she would imagine sharing with Calypso if she only had the chance. It helped to keep the feelings of loneliness at bay, if only a little.
A year later when Iridessa was sixteen she was engaged to a Hyouden prince. Upon meeting him, she was at first a bit frightened of him. He seemed so hardened, withdrawn, and foreign. But over time she began to warm to the prince and see him instead as strong, protective, and dedicated. Rather than seeing him as another source of fear, Iridessa began to believe that he could be the man who would protect her from her fears. He became one more person that she dared to show her smile to. And, in time, the feeling of safety he gave her allowed her to open up to others again, though she was still much more hesitant than before.
Iridessa had begun to relax and feel more secure in Ivan’s company. On one outing, she lost track of her fiance and was accosted by a stranger brandishing a knife. He threw her against a wall, hand covering her mouth, and put the knife to her throat, promising to do her in like his buddies had done her sister. Tears of rage welled in the princess’ eyes, but she was also frozen in fear. She couldn’t fight back when she could already imagine the knife dragged across her throat. It was Ivan who came to her rescue, disposing of her would-be assassin.
By this point, Iridessa had come to believe that they could truly be happy together. She looked forward to becoming Ivan’s wife and had even written him into a number of her stories. But then she learned that their engagement had been called off suddenly. Iridessa was never told why, but she mourned the ending of a relationship that felt like it had just begun in earnest. This did not stop her from writing about Ivan, or rather Igor as she had named her strapping male lead, using her writing as an outlet to imagine the life that could have been.
In time the war was brought to an end and the summons were sent for royal children from all of Lomacht’s kingdoms to attend Utopia. Iridessa both wondered if and feared she might see Ivan there, but she did not refuse the summons. In fact, she insisted on answering them. She had longed for peace for as long as she had understood even an inkling of what it meant to be at war and this was finally her chance to be a part of that peace. If that meant reminding herself of what was lost to her then it was a small price to pay.
Likes ↡
Reading
Writing
Swimming
Singing
Dancing
Sea Life
Dislikes ↡
War
Politics
Being alone
Knives
Sleep
Misc. Info ↡
Iridessa was never trained to fight though she has taken it upon herself to ask for self defense lessons from the palace guards. They refused to teach her to use weapons and she had an aversion to blades anyway, but she has learned several throws and escapes.
”Speech”
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Chandra Panesar
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:24 pm
Kingdom ↠ Stilicidium
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Dymias 'davy' Jhones [Da-my-as]
Nickname ↠ Captian Dymias- to his crew, Captain Jhones- in the Navy, Davy- only to close friends.
Age ↠ 23
Birthday ↠ June 3rd
Height ↠ 6'1
Weight ↠ 182
Powers ↡
NEXUS SUMMONING STAIN - Any promise made by a Jhones will mark the soul with a black stain, a blessing to some but a curse to most. This transaction marks both parties. It bestows the debt collector family line with a tattooed map that can pass from generation to generation on the skin of a Jhones so that they may track you down and ensure your family's safety or misfortune upon the sea. This ability drives the Captain and his ship beneath the waves so it may resurface nearby on any body of water.
BLACK WATER PASSAGE - This is a contract, connection, and call to all who were sent to an early watery grave. If the dead in the sea pledge their loyalty to Captain Dymias, they may join his crew aboard The Howling Queen. Though their bodies are often malformed, clinging together with coral and sea life, but they may walk amongst the living again until Davy's purpose with them has been fulfilled or the dead have found enough peace to return to the ocean floor.
Personality ↡
To put it simply, Dymias is the self-proclaimed Robin Hood of the sea. Charismatic, witty, and reckless, a thrill seeker searching for his next wild adventure. With a confusing past inked to his body, he uses his map along with the money from his name and all he has willingly or unwillingly acquired during the war to keep his numerous ports protected from all who wish to bring the safe haven he created harm. While protective of those he cares for to a fault, he is the type to give morally grey a color when the situation best fits his belief. With a strong moral compass and the sea to guide him, he finds his freedom on the open ocean- where it's every sailor for themselves and no monarch exists.
Political Opinion ↠ Though history books will state General Jhones fought for his home country of Stilicidium, Captain Dymias sees things differently and holds no loyalty to any kingdom. His heart lies within the ocean herself, where no man or beast can rule over him and his. Damned be any kingdom and the monarchs behind them who use and expend their people as nothing more than bartering chips.
Biography Interview ↡
The Jhoneses were a middle-class family. Well, maybe they were considered low. Not that bad, right? HA! Alright, you caught them; they were dirt poor. Difficult for most, but that did not matter to the Jhones family, because they were blessed with two’s! Nothing large, but enough. Two small trading posts off the two largest Stilicidium prison islands, two healthy generations, Three-Whole-Times! Yes! That is six! Good job! We know addition. Their family line, even in the worst of circumstances, was determined to survive no matter the conditions because there were always two. Mrs. and Mr. Jhones IV were no different, bringing two strapping young boys, Flynt and Flecher, to the fray so the legacy of two could continue. It was how his family functioned. No matter what they lost, they always had another one. Dymias Jhones– the infamous, unexpected third– was destined to destroy that. It was his plan, anyway. It certainly didn’t start out that way. Dymias was a blessing– at first. According to his parents, once. Because if he came, there had to be another in tow. Always two, the family said. For thirteen years, the Mr. and Mrs. Jhones tried for that remarkable fourth, but like the family trading ports that year, their funds were drying up. The Stilicidium navy had been dominating their rivals, which should have been a good thing for the kingdom, but travel to and from the prison had become scarce. Unessisary. Maybe that was why they believed their luck was changing the day the king and queen came to visit their port a second time. Not just their annual parade of royalty, but for only the queen and king to meet, one-on-one, with the lowly Jhones family. Dymias didn’t know what happened in his family's shack that night, too young to be included in royal conversations, but what he did know was that his brothers had been given a rare opportunity to join the Navy. It was such a special unit, it made Davy’s family weep with joy! That was too cool for a Thirteen-year-old –who was completely enamored with his older brothers and determined to be just like them– to pass up. So what did starry-eyed Dymias do? Well, let me tell you. That scallywag snuck out on send-off day, and stowed away on Flynt and Fletcher's naval ship. It was easy-peasy, all those soldiers from the island were too busy listening to some garbage woman sing to the recruits. Im sure you’re expecting some epic war story~! Detailing the heart-stopping battle at sea, of how two naval warriors and their surprisingly attractive little brother found a way to survive, killed all the secret bad guys, and returned to their family port as recognized heroes! It is with my sorrow that I inform you. No. The tale recorded in history was one of great sacrifice and tragedy. Because out of twelve naval ships, only one, singular, special ship was lost. Yes, yes, you guessed right; it was Flynt, Fletcher, and Dymias’ ship that made the noble decision to sacrifice itself to wipe out Stilicidium's rivals' defenses and claim the kingdom another flawless victory— such noble tragedy. To compensate the Jhones family for the loss of not only two, but three of their boys. King and Queen L'eau raised their titles. The new Duke and Duchess wasted no time using such a lavish title and their newfound wealth to strengthen their port trading slums. Now, six years later, the port was thriving. Bigger than it had ever been! — “ Uhh Hey! Where is the rest of it? When do I come in? Hello, hi, I'm Captain Dimyas~ Is a pleasure.” No, not yet- “But!” -Not yet! Im telling them what's in the history books!- “Well, you're leaving out the good parts.” -Oh really now. You’re only paying me to share what the history book states. Im not here to tell pirate tales. “Fine! You’re fired. I will tell the story.”
“Well, you see. While his mother and father were grieving the recent loss of their boys and rebuilding, Dymias was actually still breathing. YES HE WAS ALIVE! I know! Surprising. But against all odds, the scrappy boy survived! His brothers, who had been trapped under an evil siren's song, broke connection long enough to throw their dashing little brother overboard before the ship exploded. That was tragic for little Davy-boy. He’d never forget the look on their faces. The fear in their eyes. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t think of them… But it was a miracle! Some meddling act of a sea witch herself! By all accounts, he should have died, but little Dymias jhones was able to cling to a piece of wood long enough to wash up on a small sandbank with little more than a cluster of palm trees for shade.
Left to scaveng on that sand bar for two whole weeks, fulled by sand crabs and piss–” Knock it off. It was three days. I thought I was telling the story? Leave me be!
"As I was saying: For two months, that dashing b*****d balanced on the brink of death. Dehydrated, delusional, nery a brain cell that the unforgiving heat hadn’t scorched. Maybe that was why he screamed and cursed the ocean itself for all it had done to him. But things got really weird when it screamed back.
I wouldn’t bore you with what she said. Thought it was a dream for a long time. She was a b***h. Held together by sea creatures and spite. Cruel and salty, and frankly, wanting nothing to do with a thirteen -year-old and his whoa’s about life. She promised to save him and stabbed Davy, right in the soul with an inky barb that stained his skin. Then demanded he abandon the sea… that he’d know when to come back to it.
Bullshit right? Ahh.. Insanity. And It only got worse. Or better? In some cases.
Not long after, Davy awoke on a blisteringly hot day to the sound of an airship. It was filled to the brim with rowdy pirates claiming his sandbar of suffering as parking. Bad News. Dymias Jhones may have been a dirty, poor, malnourished, desperately attractive scoundrel, but he knew better than to just walk on board an air pirate ship and demand rescue. So, Dymias stowed away on an airship full of pirates instead. They were considerably adept at finding stowaways, though, way quicker than his hijacked brothers had been.
Dymias didn’t make it ten minutes after takeoff. And if it hadn't been for one pint-sized Li'l Moonwisp with iron lungs and the scream of a banshee, existence as Davy knew it would have ceased. (after at least three minutes of air time to contemplate his life.) But who knew a tot could tantrum her way to the top? Willow Moonwhisp granted Davy a pass at the cost of some minor slavery and one eardrum.
Man, slavery was a time – washing never-ending dishes, fighting off flying monkey girls, thieving, scavenging, swash-buckling adventures, and impromptu flying lessons. But hey, when a dream tells you not to go back to sea, you learn how to ride the waves in the sky.
Five years turned Davy from a stilicidium school boy to cabin boy to a navigator, and with each passing year, the ink the sea witch left on his skin spread. It was the crew’s original navigator, Richie, who figured out it was a map that formed from the ink and then taught him everything he could ever know about reading it: what mark correlated with the stars, what landmarks were what, and how to use the wind to know where to take you. It was a good life.
Are you sensing the but here?
Yeah, you should have guessed it. But even though life on the air ship was more than enough for Davy, when he turned eighteen and the black mark on his chest bloomed, Davy knew, in his gut, it was time to leave. Goodbyes were never his strong suit. So he planned to take his share of the most recent bounty and disappear at the nearest port. Couldn’t go without one confession of undying love in his back pocket, though.
Leaving was never easy, and returning to the sandbar was no simple trek, but the map on Dymias’ skin aided in navigating the now foreign sea until he found himself back where it all started. Call it what you will, maybe puberty, but the witch who rose from the depths to meet him was more beautiful than the nightmarish creature he recalled from memory. She called herself a witch of the sea, still cruel and cold, but now she bore a name. Calypso. In the tips of her fingers, she held the type of power that was strong enough to drown you, yet soft enough to cleanse. And there, Dymias learned someone like him could never walk with the gods, but merely stumble before them. Through the stories she told, Davy learned how his blood intertwined with hers and the royal family, that the Jhones family line was once a great mediator for the kingdom and protector of those lost to the never-ending abyss of the sea. With his family, the kingdom of Stilicidum once stood at her side. They protected humanity, kept them in line and taught the people how to coexist with her rage; no attempts were ever made to control her. But as humanity does, their greed destroyed it. They called her a witch, trapped her, stole her name, and barred her from the sea in a human form. The king used her power to turn the tide of the people in his favor. It was bloodlust and mutiny for his bloodline. But there were always two Jhoneses. One son managed to escape prison, changed his name, and learned to live off the bare minimum near the prison islands.
For six generations that story was hidden, and the Jhones line lost its way. Until now. Until Davy. When he came along and shattered the family tradition of twos.
Not only had the current king conspired with his parents to sacrifice Flint and Fletcher’s lives for fortune and status, but he’d still stolen the sea's freedom, nearly erased Davy’s lineage, and stolen his family’s rightful way of life. Whether she was truly a queen, a witch, or a goddess Dymias didn’t care. He was more than willing to give her anything she wanted if she taught him how to use the full scope of his family's powers, so he could exact his revenge. His promise to her is the largest mark on his skin, and one he can never back out of. But now, what could a man scorned by a kingdom who ruled an army of those lost at sea do? Well.. he went home.
The place he remembered was rebuilt, an oasis off the prison islands that catered to the navy. Dymias was welcomed back with open arms after a grave tale of long-lost memories. How gullible, fat and happy his parents had become.
He lasted six months before using his family’s newfound status to join the navy and gain access to the stilicidium resources. In that time, he found himself scrutinized for his form, accused of piracy—though his deep-sea friends quickly put an end to that man on the next raid—yet he still managed to bump elbows with mouthy soldiers and pompous land dwellers once or twice. That was a highlight, as much as he hated it. But once he’d gained a status in the navy and found proof of his parents' greed and the king’s involvement in his brother's death, Davy called on the army his self-proclaimed-witchy goddess had helped him access. He didn’t destroy his family— no, that would be too incriminating. Instead, he demolished the prison walls, released every pirate, slave, and war criminal from their cells, and gave them no place to seek their freedom but on his family's island. All that was left after were women and children, whom Davy “saved” and provided safe passage back to the mainland.
There, he received a medal for his heroics, a ship, and the chance to pick his own recruits. Davy promptly promised a cushy lifestyle to those men as long as they met him at the capital once every three months to accept recognition for their winnings and losses in the war.
Since then, Davy has taken to the seas with his own crew of the undead, following the same life he had, with all the more mystery, just a little further from the stars. He utilized his bounty hunting just enough to be helpful to the kingdom of Stilicidium as a naval Officer. Saved brethern ships, fell in love, didn't fall in love, captured the occasional rapist or killer, and participated in just enough battles to get by undetected. But with just as much good, Naval Captain Jhones did for Stilicidium, the Howling Queen’s pirates caused just as much damage. Now, with the war's end, Captain Dymias searches for the answers to the souls bound to his skin. Little did he know what coming to Utopia would unveil in them. Maybe everything he’d been told was a lie, the power to bond with souls and barter was always inside him and had nothing to do with his claim to the throne. There were no such things and gods and cults. Just witchy bitches with a vendetta.
Davy would just have to wait and see.
Likes ↡
» Being lulled to sleep by the waves.
» Cooking - primarily seafood, but he is skilled with all meat types.
» Returning every three months with his findings to sell at the largest hidden pirate port in the Bay of the Blood Moon and getting to see it thriving and healthy.
» Cutting down any military ships and pillaging all cargo.
» When all he can see around him is the sea and the sky.
» Good old fashion sword fighting.
» Pick Pocketing
» Lying.
» What pirate doesn't enjoy a little rum?
Dislikes ↡
« Being landlocked or stuck in confined spaces.
« four-legged land hippoes
« Royals who place their livelihood above their people's wellbeing.
« Iron shackles, not the best accessory in his professional opinion.
« The smell of burning sage.
« Being pick- pocketed
« Lying.
« Sovereign Scallywaggers
« Heights
Misc. Info ↡
#5D1309- Blood Red
#492C1D- Brstie
#487067- Hooker's Green
#0E202F- Rich Black
☞ Due to having no defensive or offensive abilities, Davy is well trained in sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat thanks to his time on the moonwisp and in the military. Though- he is not above calling for backup.
☞ Davy's favored weapons are his black steel cutlass, pearl daggers, and -only when necessary- The one shot he always has loaded in his father's flintlock dueling pistole.
☞ Though he enjoyed his time spent on the Moonwisp, Davy is still very afraid of heights. "- IT'S A FEAR OF FALLING!"
☞ While The Howling Queen travels beneath the sea, the living onboard can still breathe.
☞ It's nearly impossible to outrun The Howling Queen, seeing as she is one of the fastest ships on the ocean.
☞ There will be no whistling while at sea for you'll unwittingly call on a bad storm; only sea shanties may be sung out on the open water.
"I'll sing you right to sleep." " When you're drunk, you sound more akin to a dying seagull 'El' Capitan'..." "Not one person here asked for your input Lindethiel."
☞ Davy works the pirate system by only employing the undead. They're not as needy.
☞ A few of the moving tattoos over Davy's body are generational; their stories slowly unfold as he searches for the people they are linked to.
☞ The moving stars and compass tattoos on the Captain's arms make him the best navigator.
☞ Most of what is pillaged during the raids of military merchant ships is redistributed elsewhere. But Davy is known to take a cut of things like fine silk and jewelry, usually silver.
☞ Misc. Info here
Additional Utopia Interview:
I'm curious about your last name. The traditional Stilicidium spelling for Jones doesn't involve the added 'H', whats the story behind that?- "Ah yes matey, you see- that is because a moan often accompanies my surname. It really helps others enunciate the 'Hoa' sound in "J'hoa'ns. Would you say?" *cough* M-moving on. People say you talk to your ship as though it were a person. Could you explain that? - That's because she is alive, my dear; The Howling Queen - Howler for short - has a soul, lives and breathes just like the rest of me hearties and I. Her haunting voice travels for miles on the open Sea, blocking out the call of sirens while singing an ominous warning to those we're hunting. She also has this nasty little tendency to tie up any unwelcome guests who board without my explicit invitation. She is quite picky about our company, that beautiful girl. If you're the dreaded pirate Dymias, how could you be in two places at once? Seeing as even with the wars end, he and his ghostly crew are still actively pillaging Military and royal merchant ships. What are your thoughts on that? - I may not be; it's hard to pin names nowadays. Like you, Lass, forgetting the most important part of that title. It's Captain Dymias, so we're clear. But Whoever the bloke is, he and his crew are doing a damn good job stirring up trouble, aren't they? Are you really afraid of heigh- - Im going to stop you right there. I do not have a fear of heights, I can hang out in the crows nest with nothing more than sweaty palms. But tell me you wouldn't have a fear of heights after a 12-year-old girl drags you over the side of an AIR SHIP?!
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Username ↠ Rob-N-H00d
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:24 pm
Kingdom ↠ Stilicidium
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Bonita Kaesa Smith
Nickname ↠ Bonnie
Age ↠ 22
Birthday ↠ September 19th
Height ↠ 5'1"
Weight ↠ 133 lbs
Powers ↡
Bubble Generation - Much like a bubble wand, Bonnie is able to create bubbles out of the vapor in the air.
Bubble Manipulation - Bonnie is able to make bubbles take the shape of anything she wants, from blades, daggers, people, or animals. She can make the surface of the bubble hard as steel to create weapons, shields, anything her mind can imagine out of them. She is also able to throw them in any direction by using her mind.
Personality ↡
Bonita is one of those people who is always on. A bouncy and whimsical person with the people she loves, she has a lot of energy and is always happiest when she is funneling that energy into something. Not afraid to say what's on her mind, her mouth gets away from her and she gets extremely sassy, or even downright dramatic, when she's left to ramble in one direction for too long. Despite liking to play the dumb pretty role to make people feel better about themselves, she's got a tactical mind and is always thinking ten steps ahead. And if you happen to best her? Be prepared for her to come after you in the pettiest way possible. Like bubbles making it look like you've wet your pants levels of petty. And she's stubborn enough to make sure that when she wants something to happen, it does.
Political Opinion ↠ Despite being allies, Bonnie has seen what Hyouden has done to their slaves and women and wants no part of it. Ulium has left her weary and she doesn't trust them, yet her hatred only truly burns for Luna who has used the tides for their own selfish gains.
Biography ↡
Smack dab in the middle of the family, Bonnie is aware that she is the black sheep of the Smith Duchy. Feeling settled was never something that came naturally to her. While she always liked the finer, feminine things in life - or at least what her family told her was feminine and what she should like - she also had a need to do more than sitting prettily and drinking tea. Maybe that was why she found herself drawn to learning swordsmanship. It wasn't something that her parents could keep her away from, once her powers manifested it didn't matter if they locked all of the armories in the duchy because Bonnie could make whatever weapons she wanted. Trying to keep the peace in the family, James was trying to convince her mother to just let her learn properly since Bonnie was going to learn whether or not they liked it. It took some time, but finally Gloria relented. If Bonnie was going to learn, at least she could learn safely.
Like a fish in water, she took to her studies with relentless abandon. It was like watching something click in the child. Missing pieces falling into place as she tired herself learning everything she could possibly need to know about swordplay. The oldest brother Jasper never approved of it, finding it unsightly that a little girl was playing men's games with the other boys. It was the start of their soured relationship. Which only got worse as she pushed and pushed to be deployed out in the war. It was something that everyone seemed to fight her on. Bonnie wanted to make a difference. Make a mark on the world for the better. What better way was there to to that than to assist with the war efforts?
Her natural nack for languages was what finally sold her case. It wasn't every day that someone so young could speak Common and Hyouden so fluently. Even funnier that it was just something she started picking up for the fun of it, knowing that there was an engagement between one of the princesses and a prince from Hyouden. Still, Bonnie relished in the fact that it was her time to shine. A chance to prove she wasn't just the little weirdo from the Smith Duchy. Once she was sent out to the battlefield she thrived. Her bubbles might have looked silly, but they were deadly and able to be used as projectiles to keep enemy armies at bay. This was how she ended up meeting and fighting Mirabella. Developing a fierce rivalry, it always made for more fun when they got to go toe to toe. Over time, their flung insults slowly taught her the Alore language as well.
With the sudden stop to the war at the hands of Marie Anne Gunter, Bonnie's purpose was lost overnight. As a woman in the war she hasn't won any major awards. No, she was just expected to return home and go back to the settled life her father and mother expected of her. It wasn't what she wanted, and quickly became bored. When the invitation to Utopia was made known, she jumped at the chance to go just to find something to funnel her energy into.
Likes ↡
○ Makeup
○ Fine clothing
○ Jewelry
○ Swimming
○ Parties
○ Collecting things
Dislikes ↡
○ Cooking
○ Arid climates
○ Dirt
○ Thunder/Lightening
○ Mirabella
Misc. Info ↡
○ She does not eat seafood.
○ Bonnie can do the splits
○ Able to cry on command
○ Really good at learning languages
Currently knows:
○Common
○Stilicidium
○Alore
○Hyouden
○Phronese
○ Large Family:
Dad - James Smith. The duke and Bonnie's biological father. He is a mild mannered man who contributed men to the war effort without ever personally joining in. Has about as much talent with a sword as a toddler.
Mother - Antoinette Smith. The duke's first wife and the mother of Ashlynn and Jasper. She died giving birth to Jasper.
Mamá - Gloria Smith. Bonnie's Biological mother and the duke's second wife. A headstrong woman with something to say about everything. Bonnie gets her stubborn streak from her mother.
Ashlynn Smith - The eldest daughter of the duke. A socialite in her late twenties who's husband passed in the war. She and Bonnie like talking about the latest trends at balls when they get together.
Jasper Smith - The eldest son. He and Bonnie get along like oil and water, but he will admit that she is the best aunt to her niece by far. He is a decorated war hero and intends to live the life he was born for by taking over the duchy when the time comes.
Katelynn Smith - Jasper's wife. Gets along with Bonnie better than Jasper does. A very friendly, family oriented woman who likes to talk with Bonnie and Ashlynn about fashion trends when the opportunity arises.
Alicia Smith - Bonnie's favorite, and only, niece. At 3 years old, Bonnie loved getting to visit and play with Licie. Often ending up telling her big epic tales of her time in the war. Bonnie gifted her a koi fish as a pet, teaching her how to take proper care of it up until she came to Utopia.
António Smith - Bonnie's older full brother. He and Bonnie get on like thieves and he is currently back at home working in the military.
Tessa Smith - Bonnie's little sister and the older of the twins. A smart cookie who is cunning and mischievous, often pulling her twin brother into her antics.
Johnathan Smith - Bonnie's youngest sibling and the younger twin to Tessa. He's just a smart, but more mellow and laid back. It doesn't stop him from getting pulled into playing pranks on the rest of the family.
○Has a cup collection from different regions and countries because she likes the way glass looks when it's tempered differently
Theme Songs ↠
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:25 pm
Kingdom ↠ Stilicidium
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Nalani Kaehuwahine
Nickname ↠ Lani, Stilicidium's Monster, Monster of the Mists
Age ↠ 23
Birthday ↠ July 11
Height ↠ 5'4"
Weight ↠ 172 lbs
Powers ↡
Ocean Chimera - Using a combination of various ocean animal features, Nalani can transform herself into a mermaid or an enormous sea monster of legend. There is always some human feature remaining, but sometimes it can be difficult to spot.
Blessing of the Deep Ones - Nalani is capable of controlling alarmingly large amounts of water. Sometimes she likes to create a thick mist that precedes a monster attack.
Personality ↡
Nalani is not particularly friendly, but not particularly unfriendly, either. Her ever present rage is a constant background noise in everything she does, but it’s not personal–until it is, and then good luck standing in her way or being the target of her ire. She has no taste for subtlety, but this isn’t for lack of patience, as she can display a great deal of it depending on the context; she just doesn’t enjoy it. She struggles with vacillating between complete apathy and enormous bursts of emotion; there often isn’t an inbetween, and she can’t control it, or perhaps can’t be bothered to try.
Political Opinion ↠ Nalani reserves her hatred for Winduria; every other country is just collateral damage to get what she wants. She doesn’t particularly care who’s friend or foe, so long as they don’t get in her way.
Biography ↡
In times of uncertainty, it makes sense to seek out alliances with those one trusts, or, more likely, those one distrusts. For many years, even before the war, Stilicidium’s relationship with Winduria buoyed between peace and conflict, but as the chaos that engulfed the continent continued its unrelenting creep outwards, it was determined that in this instance it would be safer to ally with Winduria rather than face them as enemies. Princess Makareta’s hand in marriage was given to a Windurian nobleman of notable but not threatening renown named Jinto Konokaze, and in one joyous act a tragic fate was sealed.
Nalani was the first child born between them, with her younger twin brothers Etana and Hahona following two years later. Her mother was an optimistic beacon of love who cared deeply for her people, but especially so for her children. Her father was a distant man who struggled to show his regard in the ways common to Stilicidians, but one could see it if one knew what to look for. Nalani and her brothers were raised primarily in their mother’s homeland, with the occasional visit to Winduria in their father’s airship, but Nalani herself was only ever brought to the Konokaze clan compound on two occasions to celebrate the births of her cousins. This was fine with her; the Konokazes were a cold people in contrast to the warmth her mother’s family exuded. It was better to see her father take the steps necessary in gaining the country’s trust in order to be let into even their holiest underwater cities, the ones so deep below the surface that returning to the world above too quickly threatened to boil your blood if you weren’t blessed by the Deep Ones.
In Tapa Rire, one of the deepest cities they had, Nalani began following in her mother’s footsteps to better serve her people and the gods they worshiped by being initiated into priestly training. Each year she grew older, and each year she learned new rituals and completed the rites required to climb higher on the hierarchical ladder. When she experienced her first bleeding, she began the process of gaining the facial tattoos that declared she was now a woman in the eyes of the gods and men alike. (It was too soon, she once overheard her mother confiding in her sister-in-law; Makareta had first bled when she was sixteen, Nalani was too young--) A year into womanhood, more rites completed, and Nalani was able to request tattoos for protection. She chose sharp teeth to invoke the progenitor of sharks, quietly praying that she may one day close her jaws around those who would hurt her.
A gift the priests gave her for her fourteenth birthday was an opportunity to descend further, to commune with the gods that dwelled further below in the trench that Tapa Rire sat on the precipice of. In spite of her hesitation, she went forth, and gained a blessing, one that unlocked the power that resided sleeping within her blood, planted there generations ago by her ancestors. Ascending back to Tapa Rire, however, she felt hollowed out, the new power within her a heavy burden she was unsure she truly desired even as her own lips had told the priests yes. It was too late to turn back now. Adulthood meant shedding her old self and becoming someone–something–new. She returned to her family’s welcoming arms, too tired to try addressing her father’s disturbed body language. There would be time to talk to him. They would be making the days’ long trip to the surface to fly on his airship for a visit to Winduria.
They never had that talk. Her father was always the most at ease in the air, and, unwilling to make the furrow in his brow return, Nalani simply enjoyed her time in the sky…at least until things took a turn for the worse. Her father’s airship was attacked by enemy forces, though Nalani was less than concerned by the force of a single ship. Jinto was a strong, capable person, and the men under his command reflected that. Their enemies were defeated quickly and easily, but there was a different air to everyone when her family was allowed back on deck. Her father remained grim and distant, speaking words that brought only confusion–then horror.
Her mother moved forward to shield her children. Nalani blinked. Her mother was gone, torn apart by blades of wind. She lunged for her brothers. Her father’s men grabbed hold of her to restrain her. She struggled and screamed, drawing upon her blessing to yank the nearest sources of water to fend them off. Her chimera magic had only ever been for decoration, but she would invoke the shark, she would bite, she would tear, she would–
She was cornered against the railing, her brothers’ dying cries ringing in her ears as she could see her father past the imposing forms of the soldiers closing in on her. She watched him turn away, watched him ignore the screams of his children, and begin taking the stairs to the helm.
“A shame that my family didn’t survive the attack.”
A blast of air cut through her defenses and into her throat. She toppled over the railing, the wind screaming in her ears as she fell hundreds of feet until the ocean below embraced her. As her vision faded, she could see her brothers crashing into the surf above her, blood clouding the water. She closed her eyes.
This wasn’t really how she was going to go out, was it?
Nalani drifted for what felt like an eternity, whispers in the back of her mind urging her to invoke the shark, to split her ribs open with gills, and then the starfish, to fill in the gap in her throat and mend the cracks in her bones. The voice that soothed her was as familiar as the distant stars, sometimes replaced by Etana’s serious tones or Hahona’s lighthearted inflection or her mother’s soft murmurs. They alternated between reassuring her, pleading with her to avenge them, and yearning for her to join them. They were waiting…waiting…waiting…
She woke on a beach somewhere, nowhere she recognized, her brothers’ bloating bodies anchored to her by an invocation to an octopus she had little memory of. She descended into madness, a rage and grief like nothing felt before pouring out of her unrelentingly as she let the waves take her brothers, and then herself. She haunted unfamiliar seas, using her magic to transform herself into things more terrible and monstrous than her own father could ever hope to be so that she may one day tear him apart the way he had their family. Her fury knew no mercy: she began her reign of terror with small foreign fishing boats, working her way up to bigger and bigger ships, and experimenting with new shapes and sizes so that she could start lunging at the airships that passed far overhead. Sometimes a Stilicidian ship would cruise through her hunting grounds, and eventually she began to hop aboard them long enough to exchange information with the crews that manned them. Usually it was tips and rumors, sometimes food or sex, but it wasn’t long before tidings of the young duchess’s survival reached home.
Nalani was largely unaware that her mother’s family searched for her, too intent on surviving and destroying, until Stilicidium’s dowager queen came to find her herself. After days of coaxing, Haukea, her mother’s mother, embraced her the moment she landed on deck. Nalani would soon learn much had happened in her absence. When rumors that she was still alive reached the king’s ears, he had an investigation conducted to uncover what had really happened. Shortly after its inquiry ended, Stilicidium resumed war with Winduria after nearly fifteen years of peace between them; such an insult could not be easily forgiven, nor forgotten.
Nalani certainly had no forgiveness in her heart. Her grandmother could promise her nothing in the world that would tempt her back to Stilicidium’s shores, and Haukea recognized that. Instead, she gave Nalani her blessing to unleash her rage by participating in the war under an official capacity, and the young woman ensured that the entire world knew to fear her so that her father surely would, too. Surely he already did. He never made any public appearances, and so she had no opportunities to kill him, but the coward couldn’t hide away forever.
The war ended. She had no compunctions with starting it again in order to see Jinto Konokaze dead, but instead the king bid her to accompany her cousins to Utopia so that she may protect them through reputation alone…and through her own power if necessary.
Likes ↡
Sailing
Swimming
Grilled fish
Fruit
Discovering and incorporating some ocean creature’s horrific survival feature
Hiking
Flying
Bones
When people try to intimidate her. It's funny.
Dislikes ↡
Her father
Winduria
Priests of the Deep Ones
Unexpected touching
Meals that are supposed to be eaten cold (fruit doesn’t count)
Dry air, it’s hell on her skin
Misc. Info ↡
Nalani’s tattoos are for enhancing her beauty in the eyes of her culture, or invoking the special features of various animals and symbols. Swirls and waves for her connection to the air and water, shark teeth on her arms for strength and guidance, spearheads on her spine to show her martial strength, a nautilus shell on her thigh for fertility and protection, a seashell on her ankle for abundance and safe shelter, and octopi on her shoulder and calf for adaptability and connection.
Nalani is not consciously aware that the priests of her childhood implanted a soul within her that unlocked her Blessing of the Deep Ones.
Theme Songs ↠
Monster
Madness
Scylla
Username ↠ Nebula Arisen
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