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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:31 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧
Position ↠ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞
Full Name ↠ 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐳𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥
Nickname ↠ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤
Age ↠ 𝟐𝟒
Birthday ↠ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟑𝐫𝐝
Height ↠ 𝟔'𝟔
Weight ↠ 𝟐𝟑𝟎
Powers ↡
𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 - Jack has the ability to generate sub-freezing temperatures; he can create frost, snow, sleet, and ice for various effects such as propelling snow flurries at hurricane wind-speeds or fashioning ice into various simple constructs such as spheres, bridges, speers or walls
𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:—Due to his mother's blood, Jack can self-produce wind. This helps his main ability by strengthening any snow storms he creates, but more often than not, Jack uses it to take flight by riding the air currents.
Personality ↡
At one point, people might have referred to Jack as a mischievous, playful spirit whose bold presence could naturally draw other people in, but that was before the war. Since becoming an active participant in battle, He has become someone more introverted. He is always sensing, thinking, and judging every person he encounters. Stepping into his war-stained position as Ivan, he is more practical, logical, and efficient than when he was younger, opting to shoulder the burden of war to shelter his younger half-siblings.
Political Opinion ↠ Ivan tends to be cocky and exudes nothing but pride in the strength of his motherland. He will not take any badmouthing of it, and naturally, Jack has zero trust in any of the other kingdoms. Due to the attack on his older siblings, he does not believe everyone is here to create peace, and until he learns who planned the attack on his family, he will not rest.
Biography ↡
Jack was middle-born to a large family with three older siblings. He hadn't been close to them since being the cause of their mother's death; they rightfully blamed him...but that's not something they talk about in the kingdom of Hyouden. The king wasted no time remarrying within the month of her passing, eager to sire more heirs and continue strengthening the royal line, resulting in four younger half-siblings after him. Jack was smack dab in the middle, and as middle children do, he spent his early years as a mischievous spirit. He snuck out of the castle grounds to play pranks on the common folk, told wild jokes and stories, and harnessed his powers to fill his home with the spirit of magic.
Yet, Jack's mischievous nature was at odds with his royal status. His days of running amok through the kingdom with the ordinary folk were seen as an embarrassment. Recognizing the need for a change, the king made a decision. He sent the young prince to their Uncle Serge, a man known for his stern demeanor and cold heart, intending to reshape Jack into the future general of Hyouden.
Under the unyielding tutelage of Uncle Serge, Jack's mischievous spirit was swiftly extinguished. He was molded into a mere reflection of his uncle, his playful nature buried under the weight of his new responsibilities. His formative years in Yakutsk's frozen, desolate lands were a stark contrast to his earlier life. Here, he honed his offensive skills, transforming into a formidable force in the approaching war, earning a name that would strike fear into the hearts of his kingdom's enemies- Ivan Ded Morzo Fitlisvell.
Before his sixteenth birthday and with his new name, Ivan led armies into battle, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Lands were decimated, added to his family's growing kingdom, and anyone who dared to threaten that was turned to powder. It was no longer a game for his uncle but a ruthless pursuit of power. His favorite adversaries? Those from the natural enemy kingdom, Funkazan. It was here that Ivan's obsession with Fire took hold. He was amazed by their ability and had never felt more alive than in battle with a fire wielder, never closer to the icy grip of death.
During Ivan's eight years of battle, many were won, but just as many lost. All deaths weighed heavily on Ivans's shoulders, causing him to form deep-rooted grudges against the other kingdoms. Serge, however, was thriving; with the growth of the clans, he had become something second to royalty, a newfound power he wasn't willing to part with. When rumors of the war's end began to spread, Serge's hunger for power became more potent than his fear of the King of Hyouden. He purposely withheld this information from Ivan, tasking him with a secret mission in a final attempt to take out the royal family of a neighboring kingdom while they traveled. Serge promised to send him back home as a recognized king. Engulfed by the mission and the promise to go home, Ivan was dead set on succeeding in his mission. He had taken out most of the Royal guards when a surprise blow from the enemy knocked him unconscious. He awoke in the enemy's kingdom's land, locked deep in the dungeons, blindfolded and bound, a never-ending fire burning in the space beside him, halting any chance of calling on his ability for aid in escaping.
It was here he met someone, a girl. He never saw her face outside his confined space and barely understood her through the thick language barrier. While awaiting his trial and through broken language, Ivan learned of the war's approaching end through her. The man was stuck with grief to know he had been tasked to kill an innocent family that was on their way to sign the treaty for peace.
The girl, whoever she was, took note of the grief in his tone and heard his weak apologies in a language he believed she wouldn't understand. Somehow, the girl took pity on the Hyouden prince. Without even knowing his status, she knew he had no one to fight for him in this kingdom. So, in an act of defiance, she took his freedom into her own hands. On the coldest night in their homeland, the woman shrouded in darkness extinguished the flame, giving Ivan enough power to break out of his chains and escape his cell.
When he arrived back in his motherland, the news was already spreading of the attack on the royal family and how the neighboring kingdoms had brutally killed two of his older siblings. Hearing this, Ivan took to the sky, riding the snowstorm to his family's doorstep. There was no warm welcome waiting for him; instead, he walked into the breakout of a civil war. The clan leaders collected under one roof, screaming their opinions about the peace treaty. How could the king sign when two of his oldest children were killed by the very kingdoms arguing for peace? They obviously still wanted war; there was no way they could send the king's kin to a school with their enemy's children. Who was to say they wouldn't attempt to take the kill the next in line and continue down?
They argued for many days, but the first difficult decision was made to send Ivan instead of the king prospect since he had been at the forefront of war for the past eight years; he could protect himself and the other nobles attending from their kingdom. Then they argued over the second, but their youngest daughter offered herself. Begged, in fact, to join the school. Her eagerness painted the frightening endeavor in a light of hope. Ivan himself tried to have the same hope- but all he could think about was how strange it would be to leave the battlefield to attend a school ... " Убей меня "
Likes ↡
╭♥ Whisky - Give him some if you want him to like you more. A white Russian will do wonders for his personality.
╭♥ Winter season - Duh.. They host the best festivals in the winter.
╭♥ Physical activity - Any Type
╭♥ Loud music - Ivan doesn't dance, but something with a heavy drum beat might get his foot tapping.
╭♥ Fire - He likes how it moves, the way it dances... to see how easily he can snuff it out.
Dislikes ↡
╭✖ People who add meaningless words to make their speech sound pretty. Get to the point. Stop dancing around the topic.
╭✖ Whining - He has often learned that the person does not want his honest opinion.
╭✖ Overly sweet wine - he likes the tart feeling of dry wine.
╭✖ Having to go by Jack in the Academy - Don't be surprised if it takes him a while to realize you're talking to him.
╭✖ Fire - It's dangerous and unpredictable. Will the uncontrollable flames kill him this time?
Misc. Info ↡
⁂ Color for speech : #4C7D7E - ⁂⁂⁂⁂
⁂ His favorite ice weapon is a large double-edged Axe.
⁂ Ivan will, more often than not, stay quiet and keep any commentary short and to the point. He never tried to learn more than he needed in the common tongue since he never believed he would interact with other kingdoms outside the battlefield.
⁂ When Ivan is familiar with or close to someone, he often gives that person a common pet name, like mýshka for women and Bratishka for men.
⁂ Like the others in his family - Ivan's staggering height is rumored to be the result of descending from Frost Giants.
⁂ Ivan's favorite article of clothing is a thick bearskin coat. He acquired it after defeating a bear with his own hands to prove he was ready to advance into a leadership position. The coat is his trophy.
⁂ Hyouden people are very superstitious- don't comment on it. Just follow along.
⁂ Due to Ivan's naturally cold body temperature, the liquid from sweating sublimes directly into vapor.
⁂ He loves hot coffee but has to chug it before it can cool down in his hands.
⁂ Ivan has multiple battle scars, but the deep burn marks on his forearms are covered with tattoos to prevent questions from the other kingdoms.
⁂ He will not smile just to be friendly. If you get one, it's because you deserve it.
⁂ Doesn't like to waste his time picking outfits each morning; most of them look the same.
⁂ He has Icey blue eyes that glow when using his abilities.
⁂ He still enjoys a good practical joke - laughter is good for his soul, and he doesn't get enough of it.
⁂ A pinky promise is important to Ivan; it is also a form of apology in his kingdom.
⁂ When overusing his ability, the tips of Ivans's fingers are known to turn black from frostbite. - They will eventually go back unless he uses too much power.
↠ 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑫
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Username ↠ Rob-n-h00d
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:31 pm
Kingdom ↠ Hyouden
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Ingaboda Ded Morzo
Nickname ↠ Inga, Girl, Rat
Age ↠ 20
Birthday ↠ March 11
Height ↠ 3'7"
Weight ↠ 73 lbs
Powers ↡
Ice Exoskeleton - As it says on the tin, Inga can create an exoskeleton out of ice that hovers a few inches away from her skin. It can more closely mirror her actual size, or be made larger, and is often bone-like in structure.
Brain Freeze - Anyone trying to read or influence Inga’s mind through magical means finds themselves experiencing the sharp pain of brain freeze without eating something cold and yummy. The pain will fade when they stop trying.
Personality ↡
Inga is starved for affection even as she flinches at it. Being quiet and blending into the wallpaper has served her far better than being loud and being noticed, so too much attention makes her nervous even as she yearns for it. Every small act of kindness directed her way is noticed and deeply appreciated, to the extent that she falls a little in love with everyone who holds a door open for her or says something nice to her. Unfortunately, her pragmatism and deep awareness of how people perceive her never lets her dwell in her fantasies for long. In contrast, she harbors extremely violent fantasies about the people who hurt her, and lets herself dwell on those even as she knows how unlikely it is they’ll come true. Eager not to be a burden on the ones she loves or cares for, she will go to whatever lengths she can reach to help and provide for them without hindering them. She is incredibly nosy, always happy to listen in on conversations she’s not involved in, and would be happier to have someone to gossip about them with.
Political Opinion ↠ Anywhere is better than Hyouden. Is she factually right? She doesn’t know. Maybe it could be infinitely better with her brother as king. Maybe it would be infinitely better if her uncle and father were dead. Yes, that would be nice.
Biography ↡
Hyouden’s royal family is no stranger to the results of too much inbreeding, but the king really didn’t believe there would be any consequences to wedding his cousin. She was his mother’s brother’s daughter, born to a Phronese woman; there was enough new blood that it shouldn’t have been a problem, and marrying her had stopped his mother’s nagging. But her first two pregnancies were nonviable, and then her third resulted in a malformed, misshapen creature that would have been better off being fed to the wolves. She would have been, had her mother not begged for her life to be spared, short and miserable as it would no doubt be.
Even with as brief as her life expectancy was, she was still given the name of Ded Morzo instead of Fetilsvell, for Inga was born a dwarf with congenital kyphosis. Her eyesight was poor, she was deaf in one ear, and she ran warmer than the typical Hyouden local, leaving her to get sick every season; so sick that everyone was certain that this was it, this was when she would finally die. Somehow she never did. She continued to live, to grow–though not too much–and was her mother’s shadow for the brief few years she survived her increasing number of miscarriages and stillbirths until finally her body gave out from the strain. Inga was eight at the time. She quickly learned that without her mother she could truly only rely on herself. If her father wasn’t ignoring her he was lashing her with cruel words and harsh vitriol that she realized she should avoid before he began contemplating going back on his word to her mother, lest she find herself forced out of the palace to shiver in the cold until a servant risked punishment to let her back in.
Her older siblings, the legitimate ones that had long resided in the palace, thought it great fun to make japes at her expense, and swat or pinch her to see what noises she let out. She was less than human to them, weak and undeserving of the family name, but they nevertheless used their blood connection to justify their treatment of her; they were entitled to hurting her, just as no one outside of the family could dare unless they wanted to face the Fetilsvell’s wrath. Inga learned to avoid her family’s eyes altogether, to melt into the background, and act meekly and subserviently to get through encounters as quickly and safely as possible. The only ones to treat her with any semblance of kindness were the slaves and servants, who either resented or pitied her, but still did the bare minimum of care to ensure she survived. While she would come to understand that most did so under duress or because they were paid to, she couldn’t shake off her gratitude to them, and would wind up helping them however she could.
Yearning for connection, safety, and a sense of control, Inga took to haunting the halls of the palace like a quiet little ghost, figuring out how to rifle through people’s belongings without appearing to have touched a thing. She would read missives that weren’t hers, learning how to carefully unseal letters and then reseal them without anyone the wiser. She would swipe up things that she believed no one would miss, first out of necessity and then out of simple want. She took advantage of her small size and ability to disappear into the background in a world of giants, listening into conversations she otherwise shouldn’t, and learning far more than people would be comfortable with her knowing. Of course, she was not always successful, but with each failure and beating she swallowed down her lessons: hide better, be quieter, people don’t like to look at you, so don’t give them a reason to.
During one such failure, she met a brother she had heard of very occasionally, but had no memory of ever meeting prior. He was being raised by their uncle, a man that the family sang praises for, but whom Inga had learned to especially fear. When she was caught for eavesdropping, she expected an outcome little different from past failures, and was surprised when Ivan intervened. She was shuffled off with little fanfare, no raised voices or raised hands, just a warning not to do so again. It was bewildering, but it was not the last kindness Ivan would demonstrate to her, and it was easy to love him for it. When he had to return to their uncle’s home, they began exchanging letters, a lifeline that Inga grasped onto with both hands and refused to let loose. When it appeared that their exchanges were being read by third parties, Inga and Ivan worked on a secret language only the two of them would know during his next visit. He was patient with her, even indulgent. It was more than Inga deserved. This was a family member she would happily die for.
And there was room for the possibility of another, an older sister who saw, but did not intervene; who saw, but did not join in on the jeering and beatings. With the disdain the family had for women in general, Inga could understand; if she were in Inessa’s position, she would have done much the same. With that, she felt there was an unspoken understanding of staying out of each other’s way, of not drawing that Fetilsvell ire upon each other. It was better terms than she got with their other siblings.
The end of the war meant little to her beyond the hope that Ivan may come home for good so that they may begin planning for his rise to power in the wake of their older siblings’ deaths, but the timeline for such appeared to be pushed back when both he and Uncle Serge went to Utopia instead. It was suspicious. What was their uncle up to? Having overheard that her father desired to only send his most disposable children to Utopia, she gathered up her bravery to, for the first time, purposely draw his attention to her. She would venture past the palace gates, travel beyond the border of Hyouden, and even ascend into the afterlife on swift wings to aid her brother.
Likes ↡
her brother Ivan
playing the hurdy gurdy
crocheting
books
nice people
soup
collecting things
organizing her things
being ignored over being hurt
Dislikes ↡
her uncle serge
her father
losing her glasses
violence directed at her or her brother
mean people
raised voices
cheese
Misc. Info ↡
Inga has a habit of swiping up anything that's left out for too long to hoard away, just in case she needs it. If someone has left something lying about for longer than a few hours then clearly they didn't care about it all that much, and she will appreciate it more.
Her glasses were prescribed by her mother before she passed, and Inga has not had the resources or opportunity to update her prescription since then. As such, she still has difficulty seeing even with her glasses on.
She is entirely deaf in her right ear.
It it not uncommon for a Hyoudenese person's tears to manifest as bits of ice or snowflakes; Inga's experience with it is not pleasant, as her frozen tears often wind up sticking in her eyes, and will either melt away very slowly, or not at all, requiring tweezers to retrieve them.
Most Hyoudenese people run so cold that diseases go inert within their bodies; Inga runs just warm enough that this does not happen, and thus she gets sick far more often than others.
Theme Songs ↠ No Lullaby, Brother, Ghosting
Username ↠ Nebula Arisen
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:31 pm
Kingdom ↠ Hyouden
Position ↠ Spare
Full Name ↠ Inessa Dimitrievna Fetilsvell
Nickname ↠ Nessa, Ness, Nessie
Age ↠ 22
Birthday ↠ December 29th
Height ↠ 5' 7"
Weight ↠ 146
Powers ↡
Cryokinetic Regeneration - Inessa can use ice to regenerate her body with the amount of ice used defining the speed of healing. She can pull from her own icy abilities, but it can cause her to slip into a coma if she uses too much too quickly.
Ice Mimicry - Inessa can transform her body completely into ice. Her transformed form is anatomically identical to her normal form, including her clothing and any accessories she happens to be wearing. In this form, she is more vulnerable to elements opposite from her own and can be shattered if hit hard enough.
Personality ↡
Inessa is the epidemy of her kingdom. She is cold, distant, and downright cruel to everyone but those she deems worthy of her time. Which is pretty much just her siblings.
Political Opinion ↠ Inessa is loyal to her kingdom and her family. She sees the battles as necessary and only helps to strengthen Hyouden and its people. Her interest in the other countries is next to none, though she does have a mild sense of wariness about Funkazan. Fire and ice and all that opposite nonsense.
Biography ↡
Inessa was born the soul child of the King of Hyouden and a upper class lady of the court. After her birth, her mother had a complication that made her unable to have any more children after her. While she was still a noblewoman, she was not fit to be queen if she couldn't give the king more strong boys to carry on the royal line. So, she was cast aside to a far wing of the castle while her only child was taught the lessons and rules that came with being a Princess of Hyouden.
Nessa had no memory of the tale that had been her parents meeting, her mother having always hushed her or told her to keep her nose out of things that didn't concern her. Even as a small child, she had been ordered to do nothing unless she was told and speak only when she was spoken to. She was there to be a bartering tool for her father, one that would bring pride to the Hyouden kingdom and the Fetilsvell name. A woman was only worth what she could give to a man, after all. It was a cruel, dark life to live and held little to no joy for the young girl as she grew.
The only reprieve she had was the lake in the woods behind the castle. There, when no one was looking, she would carry her ice skates towards in secret. And fly. Skating was her escape, her way of letting go of the shackles she had been forced to bear against her will. It was where she let go of the grief of having to shun her younger sister, of having to forget about her older brother. Where she could show her true self to the cold, dark trees and the bats that fluttered around her during the long, lonely, endless winter nights.
As the years passed, she grew into her role and iced out the rest of the world. Her father had her taught how to wield a sword, how to ride a horse, and how to use what she'd been given at birth to gain what she had been taught was most important. Power and status. Of course, it did her no good when the castle was attacked and two of her older siblings were brutally killed. She had been locked in a secret room behind her bookcase during it all, her mother having demanded she stay hidden until someone came to look for her.
Nessa stayed in that room for three days, fear her only companion. When everything was done, she was set free by a servant who informed her of what had happened. Emotions threatened to take over her, but she stomped them down as she had been taught and marched straight into her father's living space. She gave no apologies, nor did she beg for him to understand or forgive her. She demanded to be in the party to punish those that had stolen the lives of her brother's. With the new eldest unable to leave, her father agreed with one condition. She would go to Utopia Academy and learn about those that would one day rule the other kingdoms of the world. Once there, she would collect their secrets and gain intel that would help them find the ones that had killed her brothers.
Of course, she agreed and was sent on her way to the academy. She expected to be of help to her kingdom, to her family, and to do it without having to turn to her more feminine abilities. What she wasn't expecting was a family reunion that was sure to throw her for a loop.
Likes ↡
Ice skating
Painting
Dancing, preferably ballet
Her siblings
Snowflakes
Bats
Dislikes ↡
Fire, duh
Sweets
People touching her hair
Anyone who disrespects her family
Flowers/Floral scents
Clowns
Misc. Info ↡
Nessa tends to keep a coating of ice on her skin at all times, just in case something happens and she needs to be healed. She keeps a dagger either strapped to her thigh or tucked into a boot, being uncomfortable without some kind of weapon on her. She constantly wears heels, not wanting anyone to know her true height.
Theme Songs ↠ Inessa's theme song
Username ↠ Ristar Black
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:31 pm
Kingdom ↠ Kingdom of Hyouden
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Xavier M. Brentwood
Nickname ↠ Sir Milo, Milo, Xavier(only his father calls him this).
Age ↠ 18
Birthday ↠ January 2nd
Height ↠ 6'2"
Weight ↠ 184lbs
Powers ↡
Icy Communication - Where he is unable to talk he can use the blue ink from the vial he carries around and write in the air in order to communicate. The writing appears blue and then hardens to ice that falls to the ground and vanishes.
Feathery Protection - He is able to create up to four large bird-like wings stemming from his back. These are made of ice but harder than the ice used for his speaking ability. They can be used to defend or even fight, but he uses them mostly to protect those he cares for.
Personality ↡
Milo is quiet, shy and keeps to himself. He focuses on schooling, his work that he's already doing with his father and taking over the family buisness. His mother insists that he find someone to marry, but he doesn't know what to look for nor does he truly have interest in romance right now. He isn't sure how to even find love, and will often be found standing on the side of the room silently just observing the room. His eyes often appear "dead" to those around him and it's not often that his eyes light up but they only do when he's with his younger sister.
Political Opinion ↠ Most of his political opinions come from his old man. He has taken up the opinions and thoughts of other nations from that who taught him. He doesn't have very many personal opinions but he also doesn't hate many people. He has one personal grudge that he holds against Funkazan, that is the only kingdom that personally went after him and his younger sister.
Biography ↡
When Milo was born he was unable to make a sound. At first they thought he was stillborn but it turns out he was born with a defect that made him mute. His parents tried surgery, treatments, but nothing worked so they started to learn HSL(Hyouden Sign Language) with him. When he was around 10 his powers manifested, and he was able to communicate for the first time in a different way. He is the oldest of three, he has two younger siblings; a brother and sister. His sister is the baby and his brother is slated to take over for his father while they are discussing having Milo get married and have a family of his own while doing the background work for the family so all three children have a say in things. When he turned eighteen they decided to send him to the school and while his mother is looking for a wife for him in Hyouden she's hoping he'll find someone at the school that he'll be happier with. He doesn't know what he wants to find here at the school, all he knows is that he wants to be happy while making his family happy in the process.
He's terrified about the fact that the prince of Hyouden is there as well, the man scares him and he has previously been called the prince due to his style of dress, but quickly corrected them. He is worried that some day he won't be able to correct them and the real prince would find out.
Likes ↡
Reading
Quiet
Making Friends
Snow
Watching Rain/Thunder Storms.
Dislikes ↡
Being Hot
Lack of Communication
Being unable to communicate
Summer
Being Cooped up
Misc. Info ↡
Milo is Mute. He has never been able to talk since he was born and this has never bothered him. His powers manifested shortly after he turned 4 so that way he was able communicate with others.
He also knows sign language and his attendants know it as well so that they can talk to him in private.
' Thoughts - Light Sky Blue '
Sign Language - Sky Blue
Speech with Powers - Deep Sky Blue
Theme Songs ↠ Will work on later lol
Username ↠ JunkoXXXTakami
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:31 pm
Kingdom ↠ Hyouden
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Nerys Caldwell
Nickname ↠ N/A
Age ↠ 21
Birthday ↠ May 30th
Height ↠ 5'1"
Weight ↠ 93 lbs
Powers ↡
Deep Chill - Nerys always emits cold. Just having her in the room can drop the temperature by a few degrees.
Ice Armor - When she becomes frightened a thick layer of ice will grow over her skin from the feet up, encasing her in an armor-like shell. The layer will shield her from most solid blows from objects and people, however it is not completely impervious. When this happens she is frozen in place, only able to move as the ice is beginning to form. Despite her immobility she is able to hear when she is frozen, as well as see if her eyes are open when she freezes. It starts off as a frost that creeps over her skin until she ultimately becomes statuesque. While her powers are entirely emotion based, she can sometimes resist freezing over as quickly if she focuses on calming herself down. However, she has never successfully completely resisted freezing over.
Personality ↡
Since a young age, Nerys has been taught not to speak unless spoken to, not to look a man in the eyes, and to be complacent. She lived her life as a second class citizen in Hyouden, only to be brought over to Shahiti as a piece of property. Despite her nervous nature she often does her best to retain a calm appearance. However she is rarely successful and her expressions have a tendency to give her emotions away. Because of how her life played out she rarely gets angry, though when she does she doesn't particularly know how to deal with it.
Political Opinion ↠ Nerys has little education of the kingdoms with the exception of Hyouden. However most of her knowledge came in the form of propaganda and so her views of the other kingdoms is skewed. She has mixed feelings about Funkazan, which was supposed to be one of her greatest enemies, but treated her better than Hyouden.
Biography ↡
Nerys was the second child born of the union between Delyth, a castle maid, and Llewelyn, a soldier in Hyouden's military. Arriving eight years before her was Aneirin. There was a clear disappointment in the baby girl they were given, but without being able to do much about it they went on with their lives. Delyth went back to working in the castle and Llewelyn had to return to the war, leaving a baby Nerys to be wet nursed by her mother's sister. Not long after she was born, Llewelyn died in battle.
Since she could remember, she was always instructed to act in a very specific manner. If a man told her to do something, she must do that thing no matter what it was. Mistakes weren't allowed, and she was often sent to bed without dinner or worse. It was one of the times when worse was happening that she discovered her powers. She was no more than five when Aneiren was put in charge of her beatings. As he was lashing her for breaking a plate she began to freeze over. Unsatisfied with being unable to properly finish the job, Aneirin - who could control ice - used his own powers to unfreeze her. After that the beatings became more severe. It was a punishment for the fact that she had a natural means of defense. She froze often during that time, her newfound powers confused by her near constant state of fear. When Aneirin left for the war during her ninth year, she couldn't help the overwhelming sense of relief it brought her. She would stay with her Aunt for another two years before she was put to work.
Finding work was easy enough, and Nerys quickly became a live in maid for an upperclass household. She would work for them for about a year. However, it was not long before the family tired of her. In their eyes she was nothing but a clumsy, ill trained servant. By the time that she was thirteen she was sold by the family and her own family didn't feel the need to protest against it. Worst of all, she was being sold beyond the boarder of the only kingdom she had ever known.
Growing up, she had only ever been told horror stories about Funkazan. Yet she found herself on the edge in a region called Abydos. She was brought to a brothel, where she quickly was put to work. Despite being unable to understand and follow orders, they saw her becoming a commodity in the future when they could take advantage of her features and powers. But for now, she was far too young. Instead they invested in her, seeing her as a means to make money in the future. Occasionally she would even run errands for the brothel, collecting supplies and food from the local shops. Finally when she was fifteen she was old enough and spoke enough of the language to auction her off. It wasn't the best life, but she was treated well and found herself happier than she had ever been in her home country.
She spent seven relatively peaceful years in the kingdom of fire before the treaty was signed. Once it was, her brother Aneirin was crowned a duke for his wartime efforts. With his new found power, he tracked down Nerys and bartered for her back. She did not want to return to Hyouden, but was powerless to resist when he offered up several replacements for her. Aneirin was livid with her for being sold, despite the fact that she wasn't responsible for it. She spent a year with her brother before he grew tired of her. Seeing Utopia as a new game for Nerys to fail, he had her sent there.
Likes ↡
☸ Hot Chocolate
☸ Walking
☸ Cooking
☸ Fruits
☸ Furs
Dislikes ↡
☸ Men
☸ Confrontation
☸ Extreme heat
☸ Hyouden
Misc. Info ↡
Nerys is uneducated and cannot read or write. She wants to learn, but doesn't know who to ask.
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:31 pm
Kingdom ↠ Kingdom of Hyouden
Position ↠ Duchy
Full Name ↠ Viktor Brentwood
Nickname ↠ Vik
Age ↠ 19
Birthday ↠ July 30th
Height ↠ 6'5
Weight ↠ 197 lbs
Powers ↡
Frostbite Touch - Viktor can freeze any part of an entity's body, turning the tissues and flesh into solid ice, making the victim shatter into pieces due to freeze drying or cause them to swell, making it hard to move.
Cryo Surge - He channels a surge of freezing energy through the ground or walls, causing massive, jagged eruptions of ice that could impale or trap.
Personality ↡
Viktor is the embodiment of controlled violence. He's cold, calculating, and utterly merciless. He moves through life with a quiet, dangerous confidence, the kind that doesn’t need to raise its voice to command a room. He believes war is the natural state of the world, and that peace is a delusion sustained by the weak. In his mind, strength is the only true virtue, and survival is earned through power, not morality. Compassion is a flaw. Empathy is a distraction. People are tools to be used, discarded, or crushed underfoot if they stand in his way. He doesn’t hesitate, whether it’s a battlefield or a quiet threat in a hallway, Viktor acts first, thinks later, and never regrets the damage left behind.
Cruelty comes easily to him, not out of malice, but efficiency. Pain is a language, and he’s fluent in it. There is no guilt in his violence, no hesitation when he chooses to hurt someone, physically or otherwise. To him, emotions are a weakness that others bleed from.
Yet, behind all that darkness, there’s a fracture he keeps hidden. His older brother and younger sister. They are the only two people he feels anything real for, the only ones he wouldn’t sacrifice for gain. But he keeps that part of himself locked away so tightly, even they wouldn’t suspect it. Love, in his world, is a liability. So he guards his soft spot like a wound, buried deep beneath layers of ice and blood.
Political Opinion ↠ Viktor holds nothing but contempt for the other kingdoms. In his eyes, they’re all cowards hiding behind false treaties and diplomatic smiles while sharpening knives behind their backs. He doesn’t trust a single one of them, and he makes no attempt to hide it. To Viktor, every alliance is temporary, every handshake a trap, and every foreign throne a threat waiting to be extinguished.
But Funkazan... Funkazan is different. They came for his siblings, and Viktor has never forgotten, never forgiven. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed or what reasons were given. In his mind, that act marked them as enemies until the last of them is buried. He dreams of using their own fire against them to burn them to the ground.
He sees war not just as necessary, but sacred. An honest expression of strength in a world built on lies. Peace is a delusion the weak cling to while stronger kingdoms prepare to strike. To Viktor, peace is nothing but the quiet before betrayal. It’s fake, unachievable, and worse, boring. He doesn’t just anticipate war, he thrives in it. The chaos, the blood, the raw power of it all. It’s the only truth he respects.
Biography ↡
Viktor was born the second son of a powerful family, but from the beginning, he carried the weight of a few things far more consuming. A truth revealed to him at such a young age, he doesn't even remember when he was told. General Serge, a well-respected man in Hyouden, once held him in his arms and quietly whispered that he was his true father. He was his blood, and Ivan was his half-brother. Next was expectation. His older (half-)brother, Milo, was born mute, a condition that, despite their parents’ relentless efforts, was never “cured.” The family saw it as a defect that stripped Milo of his right to inherit leadership. But Viktor never saw his brother as broken. He learned HSL (Hyouden Sign Language) at an early age, not out of pity, but out of loyalty. They didn’t need words to understand each other, and in Viktor’s mind, Milo never needed to speak to be strong.
But his father saw Milo as someone who could be used in the background. When the time came to name an heir, their father passed over Milo, deeming him unfit to lead the family’s empire. His father never found out that Viktor was not his true son, so the choice was clear, Viktor would take the throne. And Viktor didn’t flinch, he welcomed it. He wasn't afraid to take his brother’s place. He was ecstatic. At last, he could become the force their kingdom needed. Where Milo was the quiet storm, Viktor would be the thunder that followed.
From childhood, Viktor showed no interest in kindness. He wasn’t the nurturing type, he believed in strength, dominance, and control. He took special pleasure in tormenting weaker children, especially those who mocked Milo behind his back. For every insult, Viktor delivered bruises. Every whispered joke was paid for in bloodied lips and broken noses. The more brutal he became, the more impressed Serge seemed.
Combat training began early. With Serge's training, Viktor was molded into something ruthless, something sharp-edged and cold. When his powers finally manifested, it felt inevitable. He became a weapon, and war was the forge. Serge pulled Viktor to the front lines at 12 years old, and made him work and train every day with Ivan. Competition grew between the two, a constant trying to one-up the other to stay in their fathers' good graces and impress him.
On the battlefield, Viktor thrived. He didn’t just fight, he hunted. He drew out his enemies' deaths with precision, freezing them slowly, watching their terror crystallize in front of him. He memorized the way their eyes dulled as life left them, and he never looked away. Death didn’t haunt Viktor. It fascinated him. One particularly brutal battle nearly cost him his life. However, it was not a typical fight. Serge had Viktor and Ivan fight a bear, and with their bare hands. This was a challenge created by the General to pass on his legacy and take on his title. Viktor took on the brunt of the battle, but in the end, a swift strike from the bear left him torn open and bleeding, a deep scar now snaking from his back across his abdomen, a reminder that even monsters can bleed. Ivan came in the last minute, ending the beasts life. Thus, taking the title. He didn’t want to leave the warfront, but his injury forced him to return home to recover. He swore that one day he would be better than Ivan, in every way possible, beat him in every competition, every fight, every chance he got.
Recovery bored him. His body ached to move, to do something. So when his mother suggested he travel to Utopia to keep an eye on Milo, and, laughably, help him find a wife. Viktor agreed, but not for the reasons she hoped. He had no interest in courtships or romantic games. What interested him was opportunity, an excuse to stalk the halls filled with enemies and see their weaknesses for himself. Viktor had never believed in the so-called peace deal, all it was, was a thin veil stretched over centuries of hatred. Fake and weak.
Likes ↡
- His siblings
- Cold weather
- Physical Training
- Silence
- Bitter alcohol
- Control
- Animals
- Whittling small weapons out of ice
- Sharp weapons
- Eating, specifically sweets (but don't tell.)
Dislikes ↡
- Cowardice dressed as diplomacy
- Apologies
- Being idle
- Funkazan
- Soft things
- Sympathy
Misc. Info ↡
- He knows exactly how to kill someone the second he walks into a room. Whether it’s a dining hall, throne room, or ballroom, his mind instinctively scans for exits, weapons, weak points, and who to kill first if things go sideways.
- His weapon is a battle axe. He likes how much damage it can cause. That, or his own two hands.
- He has an impossibly good memory for insults. Viktor will forget your name, birthday, and favorite dish, but the moment he is slighted, even in passing, he remembers it word for word.
- He once froze an entire room to make a point.
- The only time he smiles is when inflicting pain upon others.
Theme Songs ↠ NA | For now
Username ↠ S u u r i A a l t o
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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