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 Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 9:54 am
 *¤* I may be an odd girl with a talent for magic but I'm also known as the Enchantress to the Windsor royal family. *¤*Trade: Magic Wielder and Traveling Magician *¤* Name: Zahara. *¤* Age: 25 years old *¤* Weapons: favorite wand to cast spells and the occasional curse, of course. *¤*Personality: More than a few people would describe Zahara as strange or simply odd, even to fellow magic users. She would admit that apart of it has is due to my flashy clothes but a tiny part of it is due to my personality. She enjoys playing around with people with her riddles and games, kinda like the Cheshire Cat with my teasing and vague hints. That would get anyone's nerves.
With her time traveling gift, she knows of past events and what could possible the future. Since the future is effected by actions and choices people make, it's impossible to know exactly the future is. Another part of her that tends to get some people's nerves is ever planted smirk on her face. Also what really ticks off any of the beasts when Zahara decide to pop in and check on in their progress. If she's not happy with their progress, shewould give them a little kick towards the correct direction with taunts and belittle them. In many cases, only causing them to get angry instead of waking up to smell the coffee.,,,, Wait she forgot, coffee hasn't be invented yet. *¤* Personal History: Zahara comes from a long line of wizards, witches, and other magic users. Like other 'special' families, the youngsters are tried by the elders of the family. Herself, her five siblings, and my cousins were trained by my great-great grandmother. After a magically rookie gets the basics, they take a break from their magic studies to find their special talent. Some it's mind reading, others transformation and the list of talents goes on.
Well, out of Zahara's little happy group she was a late bloomer. While her siblings and cousins were showing off their talents and continuing their training, she desperately tried to catch up by finding my own special skill. All this was when Zahara was twelve years old. It wasn't until she got so frustrated that she recklessly shouted a random chant that she slipped into the past. Her first trip wasn't like going back to the dawn of time. It was the week before at her aunt's birthday. Though even back then and now, she can't do anything to effect the has or future since she's more like a ghost or invisible spirit.
Needless, after Zahara finally discovered her talent she was a frequent time traveler. When she stumbled upon a amazing performer named Harry Houdini in one of his 1870s performances. True, his escapes weren't of magic but it left the audience wanting for. There were other performers but they were more like the 'rabbit out of the hat' magicians. She was taken by the flashy clothes and making an audience amazed and curious. So Zahara made my own clothes, though her mother and many others thought she had finally gone mad. It didn't bother her none.
Once she completed my magic education from her grandmother, great-grandma died a year before, Zahara went on the road and did her own little show. Other than being center attention either on a tavern table or in a field, she did have a little side business. If folks needed a spell, she was their enchantress. Also, if someone deserved a curse Zahara was the girl to call.
The Windsors were the latest case. It wasn't until she wandered into Ruthen and randomly decided to for once see a more 'closer' future..... And what she saw was anything but pretty. Zahara went back and then seen multiple possible futures for the people of Ruthen. Either the people have died, enslaved by their rulers or by another kingdom, or were starving. All of these futures were mere years after one of the Windsors took the throne, again didn't futures shown that which prince or princess was on the throne.
It was no doubt that the horror that was about to come was directly linked to the royal children's cruel, selfish hearts. Sadly, Zahara can not use magic to force their hearts to change due to the code...... But the code never said about backing them into a corner in order to change. Hence, her visit to the castle on that cold winter's night that lead to the curse on the three royals. *¤* Username: Escasriet
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:26 pm
 *¤*I may be a beast but I'm also the Eldest Daughter of the Windsor royal family. *¤*Name: Nyla Windsor. *¤*Age: 22. *¤*Weapons (optional): A wide range of weapons, but prefers a lance. *¤*Personality: Many call her the 'Crimson Princess' and she earns her bloody reputation by her battle tactics. Some of her most successful plans were using a portion of her own army as a sacrifice to lure the enemy into a trap or weaken them. Then Nyla and the rest of Ruthen's army dyes a green field into a crimson red from cutting down foes. There have been times she has ordered her men to ignore helping citizens in a burning village to pursue the enemy. Leaving more than a few of her people being burn down along with their homes. In battle, she rarely takes prisoners and would leave no man standing. Occasionally, Nyla might spare a life to only deliver fear to their masters.
For those that know her outside of her reputation, swear to the Gods that her heart was made out of the coldest stone if she even had a heart at all. Compassion, empathy, kindness are unknown to Nyla. She cares for little else than increasing military power, battle plans, and improving her own battle skills. Out of the other Windsors, Nyla is probably the most distant from them. She cares not for the bond between her or her siblings, particularly her older brother. If they would bond, ask for help or advise or comfort she would merely say a few choice words and be on her way to far more important tasks. The few times that she was dragged into a ball, before the curse, she would be mannerly as she HAD to. It didn't stop her from bluntly shooting down dance partners and suitors in a icy fashion.
After the Enchantress curse her and her siblings, like the rest she was at first stun shocked. Nyla was just as desperate as her siblings and their father to breaking the curse that witch placed on them. When the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, the failed attempts keep piling up. While the others despaired, Nyla became used to her new body and slowly embraced the change. *¤*Personal History: Nyla was the second born of King Alexander III and Queen Evaline. With her older brother born before her and was a healthy bouncing boy, she wasn't destined for the throne. It wasn't long before she became a big sister to the youngest member of the royal family. During her childhood, her brother was being groomed as the heir that would one day be crowned king while her younger sibling was already showing talents in their interest. As for little Nyla, she wasn't particularly good at anything. She wasn't bad at them, but she wasn't great in them either. Part of it was plain lack of motivation to succeed. It didn't help that her father spent so much time and attention to her older brother while her younger sibling being cared for by their mother. Both of her siblings had their place and roles to play in the Windsor family, but Nyla didn't.
It wasn't until some time after Nyla's eleventh birthday that she began to take notice of the knights sparing and men training in the field that her bloody glory began. If she couldn't be the heir or be groomed into a proper lady-like princess to one day married off to a prince, she will lead their army. That was the plan at least, but it wasn't quite as easy nor smooth as she thought it would be. Getting her father's "blessing" was easy enough. The king probably thought it would distract his daughter with eyes craving for power from setting them on her older brother's crown. It was everything else that was the hard part. Before this, Nyla was never properly trained in combat and had to learn the ropes from the bottom of the chain. Her skills were even below a spire's and spent long hours in training her body.
Nyla began to give up quality time with her family for the sake of being the best. When either of her siblings would ask for her company, she would refuse and say she had training to do. Her mother, growing great concerns for her daughter's grim obsession, would attempt to pull her to the side and suggest that Nyla would do something else. The concerns were unwelcomed to young and determined princess. The only person that she would give some of her precious time up for was her father. He was a man of great power and an a commanding aura around him that no one would dare question him, a man that Nyla looked up to as her role model. The King would call on her and ask about her progress in her combat skills. At first, the man seemed unfazed when she told him that she still had a lot of room to improved. Thinking that he was disappointed in her, Nyla focused that much harder. When he called for her again, his reaction confused her. When Nyla told him that she could stand her ground with the younger knights and was still improving, he looked and sounded displeased.
That would shake up any child and cause them to be discouraged. It wasn't until her older brother arrogantly said he would best anyone with a blade after "beating" some of the knights that a something snapped in Nyla. So took his challenge and they fought. When it was clear that she was winning, their father stopped the fight. It became clear to her why her father was so displeased to hear of her feats and skills. The man feared that she would try to take the throne away from her older brother. See never seen the lure of wearing the crown and forced to listen to ill-breds complain or the lectures of advisers, but her father didn't see that in his daughter. After that, Nyla solely focused her efforts into combat and strategies. She found it that rage, hatred, and apathy were the best fuel to channel her strength. While locking away any other emotions or what fragments of the girl she once was, that hindered her cold steel concentration, deep inside herself.
On her eighteenth birthday, she challenged Sir William to a dual. In Ruthern's army, if you want a position of power you must earn it. How? By winning a dual. Sir William was the commander-in-chief of the kingdom's military, the highest position of power other than being king or queen. All sided with the older and far more experienced man and many said that there was no way the young woman stood a change- even if she was the princess. It was a hard battle, that much was clear, but it ended with a shock to all. Sir William had surrendered the duel and his position to the princess after a heated and harsh fight. Even when Nyla accepted the man's surrender, she cut the man down without any hesitation when anyone with any honor would let the man be after admitting defeat.
It was months after she became commander-in-chief that her mother grew ill. The queen had been sick off and on for two years until it finally turned for the worse. The king, Nyla, and her siblings were surrounded the queen's bed as Queen Evaline was breathing her last breaths. While the others were crying or at least showing distress, Nyla looked at her dying mother with indifference. Whatever small piece of her that once cared and even loved her mother had long since been buried deep inside of her that she couldn't shade a tear even if Nyla wanted to. Even so, she would forever remember the look her mother gave her and to her siblings. The queen was dying yet her eyes were pitying them. A woman that was degraded to such a state was pitying HER and it infuriated Nyla to no end. The queen was dying, Nyla was health and alive. She was strong as her mother was pathetically weak. Nyla was a warrior while her mother was a mere damsel. It was none other than Nyla that controlled an army with an iron fist where the dying queen can barely rule a kingdom. Nyla was better than the queen in every way and yet her mother found the nerve to PITY HER. Nyla was so insulted that she marched out of her mother's bedroom before she drew her last breath.
While her father, siblings, and the kingdom wept for the lost of their queen, Nyla simply went back to work as if was any other day. The once mighty king changed after that night even though he had more than plenty of bed partners and had b*****d children to prove it. The once prideful warrior of a king became pathetic and was becoming far more superficial than he was before. Every night having the halls filled with a ball, countless new prized horses, and the list keeps going. The king was becoming a living shadow of himself.
Everything changed that cold winter's night when the old begger woman asked they for shelter. Her father and her siblings turned the woman away for their own reasons. Nyla turned the old woman away due to her old age and weakness. The weak were meant to die while only the strong survive, it was a law of nature and man- even if most wouldn't admit it. She payed a price for it and changed into a beast. *¤*Username: Escasriet
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:37 pm
 *¤*I may be a 'simple folk' but I'm also a Female Beauty ... lucky me. *¤*Trade: Gypsy Performer. *¤*Name: Crystella or Stella. *¤*Age: 18. *¤*Weapons (optional): Magic. I learned a few tricks of illusion magic back in my home land from my teacher. I can cast a flash of light and a flutter of light butterflies. Both can be used as distractions or for fun parlor tricks to entertain. I only know those two spells since I didn't stick around to learn anything else. They're just little illusion spells you can cast so long as there is a flicker of light. *¤*Personality: I'm a fairly warmhearted person and love adventure. I still have the mentality that I will get what I want. I'm determined and can be a little vain at times. Becoming a gypsy has definitely changed me. I now have a confidence I never knew I possessed, but still have a love of my people and others. I'll defend the underdog and still have a sense of pride. I love to laugh and entertain. Attention is something I still need to thrive. Love. Love is something important even if I don't ever find it. I want to bring smiles and joy to those around me. Don't get me wrong I'm not a fairy princess and not everything is peaches, but I try to be optimistic. *¤*Personal History: Let's see...my name is Crystella Soliese. I like to pretend I don't have my father's last name so I just use my first and middle. I'm the daughter of a king; he's not a very nice man and as a young child I heard of his plans to possibly rage war. It seemed like unnecessary bloodshed.
As a young lady I had a magician for a teacher and learned just two minor spells. Unfortunately, I didn't stick around long enough to learn anything else.
I got word that my father would try to marry me off once I became of age. So, instead of doing my duty as a princess- I ran. I left my home when I was fifteen. I got picked up by a group of traveling gypsies. I was fortunate enough that they took me under their wing. I began to change into the woman I am today and learned the value of living your own life and fulfilling your own dreams. I performed with the gypsies and they became my new family. It's been three years since I ran away. I'm shocked I've not been caught yet. My journey has led me far and all over the lands. *¤*Username: Erratic Rhapsody
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:53 pm
 *¤*I may be a 'simple folk' but I'm also a Female Beauty ... lucky me. *¤*Trade: Thief. *¤*Name: Aysel. *¤*Age: Twenty. *¤*Weapons: Twin curved knives. *¤*Personality: To be perfectly honest, I would much rather be alone than be surrounded by others. It's been that way for as long as I can remember... but I'll get back to that in a minute.
On the outside, I tend to be quiet and reserved; even cruel, from time to time. It's how I was raised: me vs. the rest of the world, and if I wanted to survive, I couldn't be allowed to feel sorry for anyone but myself. It's a reputation-related defense. If I seem kind to others, they'll take the opportunity to walk all over me - something I've learned to better hide over the years.
Once you get to know me, though, I can actually seem friendly and talkative. I even talk to myself, whether it's mentally preparing myself for an uncomfortable situation, or simply insulting someone in passing. I have few friends, save for a pair of children that have taken to following me around from town to town. But never mind that.
Where was I?
Oh, right. Personality. To sum things up: I'm quiet and reserved. Rather than using my weapons right off the bat, I prefer to analyze the situation and think about where my actions could lead to until I feel comfortable enough to follow through. I would never harm another person; unless, of course, my own life were in danger and I had to choose between saving my own skin or getting hurt. Or thrown into prison for stealing. If I did have any friends, I'm sure I'd be fiercely loyal; up until I had separated from my parents' band of thieves to go out and explore the world, I'd never thought twice about crossing another of my kin. *¤*Personal History: I come from a poor family. Well, poor in a loose sense of the term - being that I never had a permanent home for as long as I can remember. The band of thieves that my mother and father belonged to was always on the move, so I'm not even sure where I was born. Except on the move.
We had always been mixed up with traveling groups of gypsies and musicians, which had eventually become our cover: several of our group would rotate between acting as dancers, musicians, and the like, while others would sneak into small castles (fortresses, the like) to pillage from the Kings and Queens. Never the poor. The only way we had been able to keep our way of life was by moving from time to time, with the number of arrests and fights being at a minor rating. That's where I picked my skills up from.
When I was old enough to be on my own, that's when I decided to leave - my parents had gifted me with my two curved knives, while the rest had simply given well-wishing as a farewell. It wasn't until I turned twenty annuals that two small children, twins, decided that I was to be their leader (for whatever reason - they're annoying, but useful for distractions), and have been following me from town to town. (I don't know why they haven't already moved on - I'm not that skilled in my art). I don't have the heart to tell them to beat it (despite my so-called reputation to uphold), but it seems to have worked out for all our benefit. *¤*Username: A i s l i n _ w y v e r n
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:05 pm
 *¤*I may be a beast but I'm also the youngest Daughter-Older Twin of the Windsor royal family. *¤*Name: Shira Windsor. *¤*Age: 19. *¤*Weapons (optional): War fans. *¤*Personality: Let's see I used to be a very excitable and enthusiastic child. I've always been impatient and when I want things I want them now. I never liked waiting and could always get what I pleased. If I didn't I would throw a temper tantrum. Sometimes I think tempers run in the family. I have one and over the years it's seemed to increase. But it is no substitute for envy and sadness. I want everything and if I somehow can't get it even after a tantrum I get depressed. Why can they have it but I can't? I wouldn't say I'm cocky, no no, I'm not really vain. My twin on the other hand, he's a different story. He's probably the only person next to our mother that I really liked. He always seemed to brighten my mood.
Of course now that I've been cursed not much can brighten me. I've gone from being selfish to being selfish and loathing everything. At least my sister got a cool animal to get turned into. It's not fair! *¤Personal History: I was born first out of the twins. My mother cared for us very much. If I wasn't with my twin brother I would be with her. Unfortunately, our father never gave us enough attention. He was always preoccupied with my older brother and Nyla (since she always had her nose up his butt.) In order to satisfy my growing need for attention my father simply bought me things, or gave me lavish gifts. Anything for his youngest girl right? I began to hoard all my special treasures, and the only person who could even play with them was my twin, and there were even two treasures he wasn't even allowed to touch. My war fans my father gave me to help try and protect myself, and my ocarina. I soon found that my father would pay attention and get me whatever I wanted even if another child had it. It was the only way he could show me he loved me...if he even did. At least my mother hugged me.
As I grew older I hardly ever paid attention to my elder sister's training. She was very skilled at fighting and planning and almost even beat my elder brother. I remember watching. Of course I was jealous that she had the skills to fight and I didn't. But it did give me pride that I had something she didn't. I was blessed with the pipes of an angel if I do say so myself. Singing was a love of mine. The only love I really knew. I never had to envy anyone else. I had my own voice. While she was off training and not even helping me learn, I got to sing. I even remember bargaining at some of the parties that if guests gave me something I'd let them listen. I have so many goodies! It's amazing how they sometimes don't even satisfy. I guess I need more. I could have gotten more too if it weren't for that blasted sorceress!
Anyway, when my mother died...I cried. I really was sad. I saw other kids and they had their mothers. Why did mine have to die? Why was she sick? No matter how much I pleaded for her to get better and have someone else's mother get sick and die...it didn't happen. Again my father gave me many things to ease the pain and not have to pay attention to me. My love of things only grew more and I needed more.
Back to that blasted sorceress! She came in the form of an old beggared woman. Her being old or weak didn't bother me, but I didn't want to share. Why give her the gold we could use for ourselves? Sure my father could have at least fed her, but...what would we get out of it? Would we have to give up our gold? Well, it didn't matter. She cursed us. My feet turned into massive talons and I grew feathers. My arms turned into wings, and thank goodness I have talon hands at the ends. My cute nose is now a beak and the only thing that resembles a human body is my face structure, lips, and torso. Even my locks have been turned into feathers and my eyes are beady and black like a crow's. It's awful. Ultimately she took away something even more dear. My voice. She ruined my beautiful voice. I'm so upset that I could kill her. If the villagers ever saw me...they'd probably call me a harpy. I mean...it's not like I haven't gone out of the castle and stolen other peoples' shinies. *¤*Username: Erraticrhapsody
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:55 pm
 *¤*I may be a beast but I'm also the Youngest Twin Son of the Windsor royal family. *¤*Name: Merrick Windsor. *¤*Age: 19 and a half. *¤*Weapons (optional): Bow and Arrows, a Dagger *¤*Personality: Before the curse, I would be the first to boast about my latest achievements with a little exaggeration. What did I brag about? The latest game that I shot down. If the boar I brought home, I would bring back an epic battle between man versus beast. Even if reality it was by chance I spotted it and took my shot before the boar was none the wiser. If it was a buck, the story would be a great chase. My hunting stories wouldn't be the only thing I would... 'exaggerate' about. Many maids, butlers, and other servants were fired because of me. If I broke something on 'accident' due to my impulsive nature, especially my twin's treasures and toys she would let me play with, I would blame the nearest person other than taking the blame to my own mess. Since servants were everywhere and expendable, they were the best scapegoat.
Did I mention that I was impulsive? Once an idea pops into my head, I have to do it. Every time never giving any forethought to my actions. Hence why some things got broken and long line of fired help. There were times people would ask about what I was doing and advise me to rethink, but their warnings always went into one ear and out the other. I had always been narrow minded. I refuse to see things from different preservatives other than my own or accept things that aren't my 'reality'. Like royals should be involved with people with superior blood like nobles or other royals. I had always been quick tempered. Big and little things could set me off depending on the situation. Though nowadays, my temper flares much more often now.
One last bit about myself, I'm a coward. I never show it since it would be disgraceful for a prince like myself to show fear to anything. When things start getting rough, I get going. I'll talk big but will never back it up. Even seeing my eldest sister, Nyla, frightens me to death. Then again, she'll scare anyone to their deaths with her cold and detached eyes that say they would even kill their own kin. *¤*Personal History: I was the last to be born of the Ruthen's prince and princess. Being born just minutes after my twin sister. It didn't take long for either of us to see who would pay attention to us and who would ignore us. With me and my twin being the babies of the family, we had her almost undivided attention. We did have to share her with our father and the kingdom with her being queen and a wife. My older brother was too busy being groomed and polished to being future king. Nyla at first did bother to teach me how to properly use a bow. It seemed like she had slightly more patience with me than Shira, but not much more. Nearly every brief lesson, they never lasted over an hour, was filled with insults or just a look of disgust. Yeah, that made me feel like crap but it also pissed me off too. It made me want to shut her trap up and say I was a damn good archer. She never said that but as I improved I caught a very brief satisfied smile on few occasions.
But that all changed when father stopped her fight with his precious heir. I once try asking her to give me another lesson, but I stopped myself. Nyla's eyes just gave me goose bumps from how cold and callous they were when they looked at me- her own brother. After that, I began to fear her far more than I ever respected her. I began to spend more of my time with Shira and mother. It wasn't long that I was looking to find something to take a break from them. Even if Shira was my twin, I could only spend so much time with her before I get annoyed. I did use archery as my excuse to get away, but my other teachers bathed me in praise even I completely missed a target- on purpose. It was clear I wouldn't get any better with them teaching me, but I wasn't about to get my throat sliced open my Nyla either. A group of knights came back to the castle with a dead boar to be cooked up I had found my little get-a-way.
It wasn't as easy as I had hoped. Not only did I have to hit moving targets, which was hard enough, I had to learn a lot of other things. Such as staying down wind, being careful where you step and lead your horse, and tracking. I remember throwing my bow at one of my companions more times I could count because I threw my temper. After a while, and a few replaced bows, I got the hang of it. When I brought home a kill, I would find my twin and mother to tell them about my epic tale with a few stretched truths. When the cooks would bring out the meat of the beasts I slayed, I would boast that I was the one that caught our dinner.
The worst day of my life? Easy, the day when mother died. Before when she was ill, it seemed to cheer her up and bring some color back into her face as I told stories of my adventurous hunts and even more when Shira sang. Maybe I would have been a little jealous of my twin bringing a little more life into our mother's face, but I didn't care back then. As long mother looked healthier, I didn't care who cheered her up. On the night she died, mother called all of us into her chambers. I could barely see anything with my vision being blurred with wailing up tears. I heard the door being slammed shut, but I didn't need clear sight to know who left the room- my soulless sister Nyla.
Okay maybe I had two worst days of my life, since I can't pick which one was worst than the other. The day when the damn witch came and destroyed our lives! She cursed us just because we didn't let her in the castle. Who wouldn't let a stranger in their home to eat their food and steal their things while they were sleeping? At least my sisters were turned into something recognizable. The witch turned me into some pale thing! I could no longer go outside or my skin would burn nor pull back a string of a bow due to these skinny arms. *¤*Username: Escasriet
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:51 pm
 *¤*I may be a beast but I'm also the Eldest Son of the Windsor royal family. *¤*Name: Draco Windsor. *¤*Age: 23. *¤*Weapons (optional): Prior to the transformation he held a broadsword, with a lance and mace during horseback. Now wields a giant trident-like cross spear and shield.*¤*Personality: Draco usually maintains a clever adaptability. One of the less favorable traits of Draco is a tendency to egoism. An innate sense of superiority in matters of knowledge and resourcefulness gives him the feeling of being better than others. He always expects to have the upper hand in any situation and does not respond well to being crossed or corrected which he will almost inevitably take as a personal attack. Rash and extremely hot-tempered Draco is used to having things his own way. Deadly in the battlefield and cruel to anyone who stands in his way he's been dubbed The Dragon Prince for his ferocity to endure in matters of bloodshed. When the beast was young he was known as a stubborn selfish brat expecting things to be given to him. Because of his parents constant praise he became to believe himself destined for greatness.
Cold-hearted in nature Draco will extend an iron fist to accomplish any of his own desired goals. Going as far as to kill his own men when angered or disobeyed. Not caring much for those who plead against him, civilian or not. His merciless behaviour has lead him to pure blood-lust, never getting enough thrill in a sudden battle even after victory, his quench for more never satisfying him. Growing more impatient in times of hardship. Taking no prisoners alive in his conquest. Only believing mercy to be for the weak often decapitating then blazing his enemies heads in a cruel bloody manner.
Outside of battle Draco is a lonely man who never had any real friends. Opposing all that have tried to make a bond with the prince. Convincing himself he could trust no one but himself and so he forfeit the idea of making any friendships. So he dedicates his life to expanding the kingdom across the nation so that in time his ruling might become dominant. Despite his dark demeanor he cares deeply for his royal family and will give his life to protect his siblings. Often advising them to become more ruthless in battle and to rid themselves of weak emotions. In formal affairs Draco poses as the strong silent type, never speaking of his opinions only on matters that interest him. Not much of the romantic type, when he does gain a liking to a woman he would engage her with a whisper to her ear for an invitation to his room and that would be the end of it.
After the curse Draco's personality had slightly changed. Becoming more dark until he fell into a deep depression. Disgusted by his sight in the mirror he avoided looking at himself. Months passed and there was no change, slowly he would learn to accept his new form. Having no choice but to acknowledge his beast body as it might be permanent. Even going as far as to bidding the royal blacksmith to forge armor, a weapon and shield to better fit his gruesome appearance.*¤Personal History: Being first born Draco knew he was someday to wear his father's crown. In vain, he expected things to always go his way, if not he would become displeased. When he was a boy he was spoiled and praised, which was the atmosphere for one to take the role as king. He showed promise as a valiant warrior always excelling in physical activities. His father was very pleased with his eldest son and he loved him dearly. Looking passed the adolescent' foul attitude to accept Draco as his rightful heir. After all, who would oppose him in becoming king? Draco loved his life and the approval of his fate encouraged him to do well in anything he did. Dedicated to being the best prince he could be Draco strived to be the best. With the support of his parents he knew he would succeed. He accepted his position honourably and awaited the time for his rise as king.
When he was 12 he indulged himself to training and combat. Everyday honing his skills with a sword and his skill on horseback so that he may be the best. If anyone decided to dethrone him in the future he would be greatly prepared. He was young and foolhardy, challenging all who were around him until the day he was boasting, his sister wanted a piece. Greatly underestimating his little sister he was on his way to losing the duel till their father stepped in. Showing him a great deal of respect for her, he would not fail again and so he was determined to train twice as hard. Never again would he underestimate anybody, and though it was humiliating it showed him a very valuable lesson.
As he got older Draco managed to host several competitions of battle and jousting events so he could prove himself supreme. Never satisfied until he reached title of champion. No guts no glory, his motto at the time. It was easy to become distracted from his goals of the kingdom, left and right there was nuisance forces all around to threaten his father's throne and at every pinning corner he strived to prove himself worthy.
Although vain, Draco tried to find time with his family and siblings,he wash't that close to anyone but his father, being that is the only one he valued and respected, he wouldn't shy away in helping his siblings by showing them different forms of combat. Never to his sister Nyla for she did things on her own. However, he still cherished his royal family for it was the only thing he had besides his crown.
When his thirst for spilling blood continued many ridiculed and criticize him for his ruthless antics, never showing any care to negative remarks and ignoring their warnings. Draco felt he didn't need to answer to no one but his father. But when the king noticed his son's acts of wrath he gave him wise words of advice. Informing him that his ways of ferocity was not the only way to rule and that a king should observe the bigger picture for the sake of their royalty and the impact of his foul actions. Because Draco respected his father so much he bit his tongue. Draco would not be pleased but he took his father's wise words in consideration and kept it with him in his black heart.
Then his mother had become sick.. She had been ill before but this times it was as if her life hanged on a single thread. Thus, the family remained close at her bedside, many were weeping and sobbing but Draco stared at his mother in a blank silence. He didn' t know how to absorb the reality. His bond with his mother was not as strong as his and his father but he cared deeply for her even if they were not as close. She appeared with a sad visage as if saying with her own eyes that she had failed them all. Draco felt displeased but nevertheless he sat there till her spirit left her body.
One thing was for certain, things were never the same. The king had drastically changed and Draco could feel it.. Draco questioned his father asking him if this behaviour would be everlasting, the king simply grunted in an unpleasant tone as if the prince was mocking him. He never understood the change yet he had never fallen in love so he let things be. Even if his great father had become so soft and pathetic.
Without a moments notice the night had become gloomy and frigid. A knock from a measly old lady presented herself and without interest the royal family turned her away and that was the day things changed for the worst. His arms, legs, entire figure became that of a demon-like monster. His title as a Dragon Prince had become reality and the future king became as miserable as his father. This curse had been as cruel as he was inside. Was this his true form? Wings expanded from his spine and any who laid eyes of the beast shivered with menacing chills. Life would never be the same again.
*¤*Username: Phantom Fist
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:53 pm
 *¤*I may be a 'simple folk' but I'm also a Male Beauty ... lucky me. *¤*Trade: I'm the cook at the Pendel Inn-- the Best Room in Ruthen-- Now with 15 Rooms! . *¤*Name: Thomas Marseille Pendel. *¤*Age: 19. *¤*Weapons: I, uh, I have a ladle and I ain't afraid to use it! Also a rolling pin! It fell on my head once. Mom says “that explains some things,” but I don't know what she means. Anyway it HURTS so watch out. Not that I'd ever hit anyone with anything. *¤*Personality: People have called me naïve, foolish, too trusting, oblivious, and even “a walking disaster waiting to happen”. That's pretty mean though. I just see the best in other people. I think people are generally good and trustworthy, and usually believe whatever anyone tells me on good faith.
I've never had a girlfriend, but apparently some of the village girls think I'm cute? I don't know though. I can never pick up on those sorts of things. *¤*Personal History: I'm the son of Paulina and Frederick Pendel, original owners and proprietors of the Pendel Inn-- the Best Room in Ruthen-- Now with 15 Rooms! Dad tried to teach me how to run the place, but all the numbers and customers and orders to be placed and bank visits and paperwork just drove me crazy! Well, not really. But almost. My sister Clara handles about half of that stuff now, and she's only 12. She also cleans all the rooms, which I'm also terrible at. The one time I helped, I almost destroyed the entire west wing of the inn. Long story.
My parents almost gave up on me, until one day when I helped Mom cook breakfast. Dad almost cried with joy because of how beautiful and delicious his omelet was. Or maybe it was only because I finally attempted something and didn't completely ruin everything.
I was 13 when my dad died, but I don't remember much about it. All Mom would say was “The Crimson Princess”. After that, I became the sole chef of all the Inn food. Cooking comes naturally to me, so that's what I do! My mom and sister are afraid to let me touch anything else, to be honest. *¤*Username: Harxlily
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