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The Background
In the world of Talis, there are six kingdoms. Primeria, Lucasta, Incarnus, Druada, Bractus, and Dresnia. Great Kings and Queens have ruled these kingdoms for ages, save for Dresnia, which has always been under the rule of the Witches Coven. The kingdoms have always gotten along, for the most part, and there has been little trouble in the world of Talis. This world, now ruled by humans, was once a place of great magic. Magic lies within its heart still, but the creatures that once roamed freely, have now gone into hiding. The humans, or rather the rulers, have noticed this change, and they wish for the magic to live freely once more. The royal families all have some small amount of magical abilities, but they are nothing great like that of the witches. Now, as the magic slowly seeps from the world, something great is about to happen that will change the course of this world forever.

The Story
The stars, in their infinite life and wisdom, look down upon the worlds and see all. They watch and learn, hiding their vast knowledge to themselves, out of reach of the mortals they watch. However, there are times, when a star can fall to the earth, or can be knocked down. This is both great and tragic, for they are knocked from their home. But they can also use their knowledge to help those on the world, if only they can escape the dangers that await them. The Witches of Dresnia feed off of the hearts of stars, to keep them young, and to allow them to live unnaturally long life. For the heart of a star replenishes, and it holds great powers. The power of a star is at its greatest when it is happy. Four hundred years prior, the three witches who rule over Dresnia, managed to knock a star from the sky. Now, as they have grown old once more, a hideous sight to look upon, they are plotting to bring down yet another star. Using what little star power they have left, they have shot a jeweled necklace into the sky, a bright sapphire, to bring down the star and to mark it as thus.

The Heroes
The five rulers of the other kingdoms have gathered, and have discussed the gravity of the world about them. The greatest issues breed from the witches coven, and their cruel ways. As the leaders sit about a table in Primeria, their children watch the kingdoms over. Each of the five rulers have seen the star fall, and they know what this means. It is now a race, between Dresnia and the Witches Coven, and the other five kingdoms. Where the witches wish only to kill the star and eat its heart, the humans wish to entreat the star to stay on their world, and to help them bring the magic back from its hiding. They wish to use the star’s knowledge, and then they will gladly help it return home. The rulers depart from their council and return to their homes, to send their brave children on an epic journey. The five young heirs, all trained to be great warriors and to rule their kingdoms when their father’s depart this world, must now head out, to join together and bring the star to safety.

It is first come first serve for the key parts in this roleplay. It is up to you to decide which kingdom your character will be from, this includes the leaders. Also, parts for the current rulers are open if someone wishes to take any one of them, however I warn that those are minor roles in this roleplay. Once the parts for the heroes and witches have been filled, this roleplay can start.

I want at least three males for the heirs of the kingdoms, though if all five are male that is fine as well.

I created an OOC thread, relating to this RP, so that if you need to discuss something we don't have to interrupt the RP. It is also meant for any additional information you might wish to provide. However, if you wish for changes in your profile, I ask that you PM me, since I may not always have time to check the OOC thread.
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.:Username: Nicole Laurin
.:Character Name: Serena Stardust
.:Age: Unknown, though she appears in her early 20's.
.:Race: Star
.:Kingdom: None, she comes from the sky.
. razz osition: Evening Star
. razz owers: She harnesses the power of light and the ability to shine bright, regardless of day or night. At her happiest, she can wipe out the darkness entirely.
.:Skills: She has only her knowledge, vast and seemingly endless.
. razz ersonality: Serena is often bright and bubbly, completely content with merely watching things as they happen. She is not often one to get involved in situations, having lived through the ages as no more than an observer. She is deeply loyal, once you gain her trust. However, she is wise enough not to give her trust freely. She has a vast and untapped fountain of knowledge, yet she is often quiet and reserved. She is a woman of contradiction, as she can also be quite spirited, when on a subject that she is passionate about.
.:Bio: Serena is the evening star, a star that shines even in the daytime. She is one of the brightest stars, and has been around for many ages. Her exact age is unknown, and she doesn't have a very interesting history. She has seen the happenings of the earth, and most of what she sees causes her great sadness. She does not understand why humans do some of the things they do, and those things bother her dearly. She finds great content in watching those who are in love, secretly wishing she could have such things for herself. A fellow star went missing four hundreds years prior to her own falling, and none of the stars truly know what happened to her. However, they all agree that some grave fate lies in wait for those poor stars who crash to the earth. Now, a stone hurtled with magic, has plucked this poor star from her home, throwing her to the cruel world below. She fears for her life, trying to survive in a place that is so foreign to her.
.:Appearance: Serena is not overly tall, though she appears that way do to her slim body and long, well shaped legs. In truth, she stands no higher than 5'6" tall. She has an air of great age and authority about her, yet she appears to be in her early twenties, far younger than anyone of her wisdom would be. She has long, pale blonde hair, which cascades down her back and over her shoulders, stopping at her butt. Blonde bangs often fall into her eyes, covering to just past her defined cheekbones. She has bright, sapphire eyes, filled with wisdom, but also with curiousity. Her body is slim, yet she is very well formed. She holds the significant curves of an attractive young woman, shown off by the simple, shining pale blue dress she wears. The dress seems to be made of very fine silk, soft to the touch, and with an odd glow to its light fabric. It covers her body, straight down to her feet, dragging slightly. The dress hugs her curves in a flattering manner. The top sits just off the shoulders, revealing her pale skin beneath. The long sleeves hug her arms, save just past the elbows, where it flares out in a large bell like shape. Her delicate hands are hidden beneath these sleeves most of the time, for they hang past her fingertips. All in all, she has a rather slender and fragile appearance, but she is far stronger than she seems.


Primeria
.:Username: AtavisticDevilry
.:Character Name: Crispian “Fox” Drummond
.:Age: 26
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Primeria
. razz osition: Heir to the throne
. razz owers: Magic: Fox has the minor magic of disguise and hiding. When in a dark room or obscured area, he can blend in unnaturally well.
Strong power: When around other magic users and able to awaken the stronger form of his power, he can cast true illusions.
.:Skills: Fox is very nimble, and of course had the typical lord’s upbringing. Even so, he’s very mentally nimble as well. He earned the nickname he has, between his cleverness, swiftness and ability to simply disappear when he wants to. Beyond that, though, he’s very good on horseback, a skilled dancer, a fair archer and a superb fencer with the Sabre. His Sabre lessons he can apply easily to fighting on horseback as well, as it was originally intended for mounted combat.
. razz ersonality: Fox is good natured, but a bit of a rogue in more than one sense. He tends to be a ladies man and can be quite the sweet-talker when he wants to be. He can be overly chivalrous, and might be annoying if not for his lightheartedness and smile. Fox has the kind of smile that can get him out of trouble for anything. He had to make more liberal use of it when he was younger, but it still comes in handy now as he still tends to be mischievous.

Fox is also a bit of a romantic, but more the old-school kind than the hearts and flowers kind. The hearts and flowers he saves for the ladies, whereas the romance in his heart is always present. Fox has a fascination with the unknown, with the dark and wild things in life. Extreme weather, passion, ancient places - Fox lives for these kinds of things. He even writes poetry about them later - he’s rather artistic, really.

Fox, overall, gives the impression of a loveable idiot to most. He keeps his intellect and wisdom to himself, mostly because then people underestimate you. And when people underestimate you, why, then you have true freedom...
.:Bio: Fox was born to the king and queen of Primeria, their only son. People were worried at first, thinking that something strange might have happened during his birth because of his odd grey hair. But Fox seemed to grow up relatively normal, so no one ever really commented on it.

Fox was quite young when he was introduced to the boy who was to be his personal servant from then on. The other boy’s name was Angel, and he was a year older than Fox. Though they had some difficulties getting along at first, largely because of their conflicting personalities, by the time Fox was 7 they were best friends. Fox was still the only one to really make trouble, but those few times Angel joined him Fox always managed to get them out of trouble.

Fox’s parents were very insistent on his learning all of the noble arts. Math, Science, Reading and Writing, Painting, Music, Dance... Fox got a truly noble education. Parts of it he loved as it quenched his insatiable curiosity. Other parts he could have done without, such as Math. Fox was never much of a Math person.

Fox was never very close to his parents, simply because that’s how royal families often are. His tutors and nannies were the people he considered family, and Angel was like a brother to Fox. Fox never treats him as an unequal, though Angel has always insisted on preforming his duties as a personal servant.

When, in his 26th year, his father approached him and told him he had to go find a fallen star, Fox thought he might be a little out of his mind. As his father explained, though, Fox understood. Well, this was his big chance at an adventure! Not that life at court had been boring, but come on! This was his chance to get away from all the responsibilities and expectations he’d had on him since he was born.

Fox and Angel left within the week. Fox had at first tried to convince his beloved friend to stay behind, that it would be too dangerous, but Angel wouldn’t hear any of it. And, as Fox didn’t really want to travel without him anyway, he let Angel pack his bags too. And off they went.
.:Appearance: From left to right:.
Angel and Fox, cross-dressing as each other. Fox’s idea. Fox is 5'10" tall.


.:Username: AtavisticDevilry
.:Character Name: Angel Harley
.:Age: 27
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Primeria
. razz osition: Personal servant to Fox
. razz owers: None, though he has the uncanny ability to find Fox wherever he may be hiding.
.:Skills: Angel can read and write, ride fairly well, run very well (thank you Fox) and, of course, preform any and all of the serving duties Fox might require.
. razz ersonality: Angel is slightly more reserved than Fox is, and his friend’s lightheartedness often makes Angel nervous. He’s more easily flustered, too, and less willing to take risks. It’s all well and good for the heir to the throne to steal the cook’s pies, but if Angel tried it he’d probably be thrown out! Angel’s very conscious of this difference in status, though he doesn’t resent it. After all, there’s little more a servant can ask for than a kind master.

Though Angel’s primary concern is Fox, he also likes the company of the ladies. That, at least, the two have in common. Angel is often chastised for worrying more about his master than he does about his lovers, though, which means that he seldom has long-lasting relationships, if you can call them relationships at all. Some are simply one-night-stands, as Angel doesn’t really want anything to get in the way of his caring for Fox.

As you might have guessed by now, Angel is very loyal. He’s the more level-headed of the two, and he’s more than willing to share his frank opinion with anyone at or below his station, and Fox. Those above his station Angel knows he must respect, and so he does. Angel does have a wide stubborn streak, though, especially where Fox is concerned. He won’t let Fox go anywhere without him, and refuses to serve any of the other nobles. He’s Fox’s, not theirs.

Angel isn’t like many servants in that he isn’t conniving, isn’t looking for a way to make himself richer and isn’t trying to steal from his master. He’s very honest, and prides himself on that. And though Fox might try to get him not to act as a servant, well, Angel’s devoted to his job as well. Serving Fox is what he does, the job given to him when he was young. He certainly doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

It’s Angel who balances Fox out. Though Fox is wise and rarely gets himself into things he can’t get out of, it’s Angel who reminds him of his station and of the duties and actions expected of him because of it. Angel wishes he could simply let his friend act as he would, but an heir to the throne is an heir to the throne.
.:Bio: Angel was 6 when he was first told that he would be the personal servant for the heir to the throne. Such a task was one Angel found very, very scary, especially at his young age! Would the new heir be cruel? Would he be a brat? Maybe he’d be violent? When Angel first met Fox, though, all he found was a mischievous little boy. In some ways, Angel wished he’d been right about any of the other options.

Angel spent the next couple of years frustrated with his new charge. He didn’t take anything seriously, he was always running off and, more often than not, Angel got blamed for losing him. But in the end, the way Fox treated him as an equal - and as a friend - won him over and Angel just resigned himself to the difficult task of keeping track of his - dare he say it? ninja - friend.

Fox grew up, remaining just as wild as he’d always been though slightly craftier about hiding it. And Angel grew up with him, adapting to his friend’s new ways of hiding and making mischief. Sometimes Fox managed to drag Angel along with him on one of his romps, and though Fox often managed to talk them out of it, Angel always ended up punished later anyway. That’s how it was with servants, and since Angel never told Fox, Fox never understood.

It was when Angel was 27 that the first big interruption in his life occurred. Fox was being sent off to search for a fallen star! Angel thought it ridiculous, because really, was that a fit job for the heir? They should send out the royal guard for it, but no - it was to be Fox. Fox tried, at first, to convince Angel to stay behind, but Angel made it perfectly clear that there was no way he wasn’t going as well. Fox didn’t bother to fight him too hard, either. Within the week, Angel and Fox had gone.
.:Appearance: From left to right:.
Angel and Fox, cross-dressing as each other. Fox’s idea. Angel is 6' tall.


Lucasta
Username: Matari-Chan
Character Name: Matari
Age: 36
Race: Human
Kingdom: Lucasta
Position: Heir to the throne
Powers: Fire blaze. A quick flurry of attacks that are preheated with flame from another.
Skills: Knzako- A focusing of the muscles to produce extra speed for a very limited time. Martial weapon training.
Personality: Generally Matari is found to be rather happy. She inclines the "right" thing to do whenever she can, quite naive and can be rather brat-like. She will often join in on the festivities and cause disruption for the actors or jesters that are currently entertaining.
Bio: Being the King's daughter makes Matari next in line, but with this also comes everything she wants. She gets what she wants when she wants it She know little, if anything about the current events, but shall soon find that they will be affecting her more than anything else that has so far. Has been trained by the royal guard, though rather ineffectively as things got hard.
Appearance: Long red hair that goes to her waist,white skin, with sky blue eyes, wears an ligh-blue cloak that covers a purple shirt underneath. On the back of the shirt are two bright-red wing marks. A belt that has been made of gold and furnished with different colored jems. The belt helps to hold up the sky-blue dress that she wears.

.:Username: Strom Dashiva
.:Character Name: Majxn Fashen
.:Age: 34
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Lucasta
. razz osition: Bounty Hunter
. razz owers: N/A
.:Skills: 2 weapon fighting finesse. Broadsword finesse. Sword Specialist
. razz ersonality: A boy with nothing more to lose, he lives his life his way, and only listens to authorites that show him respect. Fearless and headstrong Majxn finds himself in more trouble than anyone he knows. He's known for being the "unlucky" swordsman, but suggested that you don't cross blades with him.
.:Bio: After his parents death, Majxn's life spiraled, the only thing he could find solace in was the two mounted sword on a large wall in his house. He took them, unable to touch them before because they belonged to his parents, they are the only thing that reminds him of them. No longer able to lose anything else, he tries to find a place where he belongs by wandering. Soon after his parents left he found himself "adopted" by a new family wherein they dispised him. Now he lives off the land, unable to find a home, taking his sword skills with him to everyone he meets. If his encounter happens to live after the battle, they surely will remember Majxn as a nightmare.
.:Appearance: A long drawn face with small emerald eyes, pale skin, that is backgrounded by his thick black hair. The boy wears simple clothes, a pale green cloak, hiding a black shirt that has the arms cut off. His leggings consist of simple pants, and Gatas. Majxn's clothes are tattered and ragged, as is his face, arms, and other appendages.


Incarnus
.:Username: Mortal Being
.:Character Name: Gerhis Olderian
.:Age: 43
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Incarnus
. razz osition: Ruler
. razz owers: Magic; The ability of equilibrium, able to have great balance, and able to cause others to stumble.
Powers; When able to actually use strong power, he can distort gravity in a small area.
.:Skills: With the balance of an acrobat, he can handle fencing and other aspects of the sword rather well.
. razz ersonality: A jovial king who prefers court jesters than the tedious pages listing off the old reports. However as a ruler he has to do official business quite often. He doesn't rule with an iron fist, but he doesn't need to, his compassion and words are alluring to all. He can speak a man into defending his kingdom even if it is against an uncountable odds. Those who are around him though, are never sure if they really get to see the real him, not even his wife knows the real him. They just hear the silver and golden tongue spurt forth words, and even though they know that not all are honest truths, he is still convincing enough to make them give in anyways.
.:Bio: He was brought under strict training to be a king. That was no problem, he loved the responsibility, and he learned the greatest importance of it all, the people are the key to the kingdom, not the king. And so as he became the ruler of Incarnus, he immediately started to do speeches out in the open. People flocked to the town squares where he stood orating near a water fountain. Some who came to admire him became his closer personal friends, and one even became the woman he fell for. Even though it would probably be the wisest thing of a king to marry another royal person, he couldn't help but be enraptured by her beauty, and to top it off she was 15 years younger than him. Ah such divine beauty indeed, and so as he wooed her heart, he and she married, and are now living well within their castle. They have three sons, and one daughter, and his wife is pregnant once more, however he fears that this one might be pushing her too far, for she is constantly in pain. During these times, his jocularity runs out, but hardly is that seen, for he knows that he must be strong for her and their kingdom. And with the events approaching now, he knew he had to keep his mind situated on creating a future that would benefit his family, as well as his kingdom.
.:Appearance: He's dressed in rather flamboyant red elegant suits, his body snugly fit in it. One could say he was a fine cut man, although a little rough around the edges from old age, he had quite the shoulders and build. Only his stomach seemed a little aged from wear. His face has the old lines of long tired days, but his face has wrinkles of nights of joy that he has seen and brought around. Gerhis was blessed to have hair even at his age, and it was silver brown and it was long enough to still make him look a little youthful.

On the rarest of occasions he is seen wearing a leather hide armor, it seemed almost as aged as he was, but its light build allowed him even greater control of balance.

He might be a somewhat nice looking man, perhaps brought on by his constant years of laughs, but all could see that he probably only had a decade or two more in him.


.:Username:Mortal Being
.:Character Name:Vassal Y'errial
.:Age: 39
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Incarnus
. razz osition: Royal guard of the heir
. razz owers: NA
.:Skills: He is ambidextrous, and able to wield two swords quite proficiently, although his specialty is really in the stealth factor. He can hide rather well, and therefore is an adept in secret arms, pretty much throwing knives and other things of the sort.
. razz ersonality: He's not afraid to speak his mind, even to the king. However most of the time Vassal is usually quiet and calm. Generally, he likes to analyze situations before acting, in modern day he would be a great chess player. When things get rough, he is reluctant to losing logic, and therefore he isn't quick to act unless truly pushed to do so. When dealing with the heir, that is generally (not preferred) his only method of doing things, and rushes through and hope things work out for the best. Being of rational mind, he is not quick to emotion, instead he has a strong philosophical outlook on life, which resorts to why he is quiet... he's always thinking.
.:Bio: Vassal was raised in a noble family, and his father taught him the way of life and battle while his tutors honed his logical skills. Pretty much he was trained to serve the king and be his aid in any service he might be needed, however he got the job of training the prince. Once the prince reigns, Vassal will finally be a king's adviser, but it doesn't mean he still won't have to put up with the prince's shenanigans, which are primarily aimed at Vassal. no matter though, through the thick and thin, Vassal remains loyal and devoted to the prince, and he spends most of his day looking after the young chap.
.:Appearance: He wears blue garbs, one of their kingdom's color, not to mention the flowing robes give him the notion that he is always moving like a raging rushing river. Vassal stands a good 5'9", and has no slouch, he instead has a lean, and although rigid looking, posture. He wields dual swords as well as stalks through the shadows, meaning he has to keep his shape down to move quickly.


.:Username: Mortal Being
.:Character Name: Cross Reinhert
.:Age: 27
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Incarnus
. razz osition: (Commissioned officer) Captain in the King's Army
. razz owers: NA
.:Skills: He specializes in heavy arms, generally a broad sword, but he doesn't mind a battle axe. Wielding such a weapon, he has a lot of brute strength for all general purposes.
. razz ersonality: This man is quite quick to act in battle, always looking for the sure win regardless of the consequence. He's what you would call a double edge sword. When Cross goes on a mission, nothing will stop him from completing, even resorting to using others to help get it done. His high effectiveness is why he was promoted so fast. Those on the field are confident in his skills to lead them to victory, but are cautious that they might be on the wrong side of the sword at the end of it. Off the field though he is a rather nice guy in an odd sense. He'll do something that seems like it is primary to help himself out, but it also helps the other person out just as well. Most of the time he has a carefree attitude, not carrying what is done really. Truly, he just doesn't want to let anyone see the inner him. There is a reason he is cold to some people, and why he is a double edge sword, but that's for another time.
.:Bio: Born of a proud father, he was raised to meet the expectations of him, and that he did. Cross was one of the top young adults in the competitions that the kingdom held annually. Young Cross had to fight tooth and nail for everything that he won, and learned that if you want to get something done, you have to use your all or else you'll just get pounded. With that, eh focused on strength, and ripped through any situation with determination and his steel plated will power. Early in his military career, he was commissioned as a Captain by the King, and he heads up a rather large company.
.:Appearance: This strapping man is quite robust, his strength is clearly seen standing at a good height of six feet. Although he is in his mid twenties, his rugged appearance gives off the aura that he's well in his thirties, however if he shaved he would definitely look not a single day above twenty. Cross has thick black hair, and it forms into a spiky layer. As for clothing, he prefers to wear his steel plated suit, although he can... on the occasion, be seen wearing his regular outfits of blue with red imbordered motifs. During those rare times, he's actually quite dignified looking.


.:Username: Mortal Being
.:Character Name: Ziren Olderian
.:Age: 19
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Incarnus
. razz osition: Heir ot the throne.
. razz owers: Magic; Imagination come to life. He has the cunning ability to create anything at will. Fire? Sure, can never have enough! A clone of the king? Absolutely? An ice dragon? Pushing it pretty far, pretty exhausting, but sure! But... there's one minor thing overlooked... They hold no physical matter. They are merely illusions, meaning no speaking, touching, smelling.
Powers; Imagination with some sense! Yup that's right, when he is around magical inclination, he is able to create his magical entities with matter, meaning its true to more senses! They can have voice, can feel the same, like a rock is hard as a rock, fire is hot as a fire (although no true harm done, just the sensation of it), and the last sense of taste. However all of this fades away rather quickly it is only a matter of time before there is no matter.
.:Skills: He's a natural horse rider, and a great lancer. On the ground, he does wonders with a spear.
. razz ersonality: Ziren is a bit of a trouble maker to Vassal, he loves to push the limit and see what he can get away with. This is mainly due to the fact that Vassal will be his royal guard and guardian for life, so he has to know the man is on his guard. Besides messing around with Vassal, he actually learned quite a bit from him. So he's a bi tof a thinker as well. Because he plays so many tricks on Vassal, his mind shaped to think outside of the box, always trying to get one up on him. A lot of the time he'll try and analyze people, and play off that, making him quite coy when speaking to people.
.:Bio: Born and raised as heir to the throne, making him receive the greatest treatments. He has studied under Vassal as well as other tutors, and learned great strength from Cross, whom he befriended early in life. Already Ziren has been engaged to a commoner no less (just like his father did). However he found her too materialistic, always seeking for the title of Queen, and so he broke off relations with her, and put the marriage ambition aside, focusing on learning to be a proper king. Study with Vassal has also given him ore of an insight on that as well. Slowly he shapes a kingdom in his mind that will allow people to give more input. however time can only see what he does.
.:Appearance: Charming as well as dignified, this young man is fit to be a ruler one day. He has black feathered hair, strong jawline, and of course, strong strapping shoulders, making him quite the looker. Most of the time he wears the casual clothes of noble, and a blue flowing cape, with red motifs, draped around him. As for height, he's a solid 5'8". He might seem buff, but it is purely for an aid only to endurance, letting him hold his own for a long time.


Druada
.:Username: ~.Forever Enchanted.~
.:Character Name: Elaina
.:Age: 22
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Druada
. razz osition: Heir to the Druada throne
. razz owers: Healing.Though she relies on her skills with her weapons to protect her.
.:Skills: She's extremely skilled in archery, and though slightly less, very skilled with a sword as well. Her best skill though is one she keeps secret from her father: Healing and a knowledge of medicine.
. razz ersonality: Elaina isn't your typical female. She's been hardened by her father, and has become very strong. She knows how to stand up for herself, and does it often. She's got attitude, and she knows it. She's pretty much the "tough-chick" that fights with the guys, and normally wins. That doesn't mean she's any less feminine, though, or that she's cold-hearted. She's actually very kind and loving. She's selfless when the time calls for it, often risking her own life to protect what can't protect itself. She loves to read, and loves to learn. She's very smart, but not always wise. She acts on impulse often. She's just the type of girl who knows how to live her life in the moment.
.:Bio: Being born a female, her father was never one to praise Elaina. He was always pushing her to do things better, to be stronger. He wasn't happy with having a daughter for his only heir. He always pushed her to learn to fight, to become better every day. She doesn't hate him though. In fact, she's happy with what he did to her, and loves him for it. She knows how to stand up for herself now. She's also learned to fight like a woman. Having a womanly form, she's much more agile than a lot of men, and can dodge blows easily. The only problem is that no matter how hard she trains, she's still not as strong. Most blows that do land can be harsh and crippling, which is why she focused on archery, which is mainly long-range.
.:Appearance: Elaina is a very attractive young woman, despite all the hard training she's been through. Because of so much work, she's been able to maintain a slender waist, as well as her more feminine assets. Her hair falls to below her hips and is a warm sandy brown color. It frames her face gently with bangs that reach just below her chin. She has a beautiful face as well. She has high cheekbones, but they match her face with a soft curve. Her eyes are a deep foresty green, complimenting the tone of her hair and the soft, fair complexion of her skin. She wears a dark, midnight blue dress, accented with a gold belt and an even darker blue hem. The sleeves stop right in between the shoulder and elbow, and are replaced by the same gold fabric as the belt. Around her shoulders falls a green cloak that matches her eyes to near perfection. It's light but warm, and doesn't hide her form at all. Finally around her head lies the only piece of jewelery she wears. It's a simple gold circlet that she wears to show her status as heir to the throne, but doesn't stand out at all. It blends well with her hair, and is used as a simple accent to her features.


Bractus
.:Username: JealouslyZealous
.:Character Name: Evion "Ev" Rokoj
.:Age: 18
.:Race: Human
.:Kingdom: Bractus
. razz osition: Heir to the throne
. razz owers: Magic: Ev is able to understand animals and is blessed with the limited knowledge of how to communicate back to a select few of animals (i.e. wolves, hawks, sharks, and cats). Around other magicians, Evion can communicate with all animals, though her vocabulary and knowledge of the Animalian 'language' is still narrow.
.:Skills: A prodigious archer and acrobat, Evion's expertise in these areas is reknowned throughout the Bractusian ((Brack*too*zhon??)) kingdom. Even as a skilled balancer and a steady aim, she is still not perfect at either.
. razz ersonality: A girl, heir to a throne of Tralis, cares little for wealth or for the manners her father is constantly crying for her to master. Always one to enjoy a laugh or a hundred, Evion loves pranks (harmless ones, mind) and teasing. Some may few her as bubbly and unfit to rule in the future. However, Ev has a more distant side, more thoughtful and deep. The girl, a writer of little skill but much pleasure in it, journals, recording her ideas on many topics, her beliefs towards what actions should be or should have been taken, what she plans to do when she is queen...
.:Bio: Evion was born on a night when the sun disappeared. It'd been thought such a sign would be a bad omen. However, the girl proved all pessimistic believers wrong. Growing stronger as she aged, the child gained skills uncanny to a female future ruler. Many scoffed at her training in archery and acrobatics, proclaiming that a girl should learn things like etiquette and the 'proper' place for women. "Why should I bow to those who wish to ruin our kingdom?" she would retort as a teenager, when her father yet again tried to convince her to take up more feminine projects. Evion made sure that throughout her life, she would always prove the cynics wrong. And now, she believes her chance has finally come.
.:Appearance: A girl of plain beauty and a mischievous air, Evion has a lithe frame. Her smile, always intriguing and perplexing, lures almost anyone in. It's the innocent expression her face has at her most impish moments that bewilder her elders. Eyes the color of a liquid green, round with long lashes, are set into a pale, be-freckled face. A button of a nose rests above her round, pink lips. The teen's hair, a silverish-blue, spills across her shoulders and down her back to about the point of her shoulder-blades. Her straight tresses are usually plaited with jade green ribbons (her favorite color).

Evion is often forced to wear a dress, but she refuses to wear anything tremendously bulky or long, instead preferring the simple, floor-length dresses of the ladies-in-waiting. Generally, the dresses are in hues of green, trimmed and embroidered with silver and pale blue. Father forces her to wear little satin slippers in colors and designs that match her dresses. But when Ev gets the chance, she strips off the dress and the slippers, and in place of them, pulls on a pair of cotton-like breeches, a blouse or tunic, and a pair of knee-high, light-weight, leather boots.

Oftentimes, a bow is seen near at hand, a quiver of arrows not far away. When in a dress, Evion is forbade to carry her masculine objects and is forced to have her escort carry them. But at all other times, the tomboy heir has her bow and quiver slung across her back.


Dresnia
.:Username: Akpaloli.
.:Character Name: Iandra Corbin.
.:Age: 21
.:Race:Witch.
.:Kingdom: Dresnia.
. razz osition: One of the three witch leaders. Traveler.
. razz owers: Main Power: Dark Magic. Dark Magic revolves around shadow spells which grow stronger in the Shade or at Night. Shadow spells consist of hypnotisim, dream eating, soul draining, seduction and charm. Lesser Power: Healing through Dark Magic. Draining one's soul to heal her wounds, or transferring her soul into one's body to heal them.
.:Skills: Staves.
. razz ersonality: Dark and Mysterious, yet very kind and wise. She enjoys company, and being social with certain types of people. Shes a great teacher and has trained many young Witches to use Dark Magics. Yet, she is very untrustworthy, and wouldn't mind sacrificing a relationship to benefit herself. She is a thief, stealing from any she chooses.
.:Bio: When she was young, her father left her and her mother to fend for themselves in a small home just on the outskirts of the Dresnia area. Her mother was a great witch, and taught her everything she knew, but she was always a rebelious child, always getting in trouble and in danger. When she was 12, her mother caught a life-threatening sickness, but they couldn't afford to have her treated. So Iandra soon found herself stealing from unsuspecting victims in order to help support her mother, but she wasn't able to get the amount of money needed to treat her mother in time. So her mother passed away in the Fall of that year. With no other brothers, sisters, or family, she found herself wandering and adventuring, using her stealing talents to keep herself alive. She learned many spells from travelers, and stole many treasures from passing merchants. She has no place of residence, preferring to travel than to live in one place and risk being caught by the Human bounty hunters for the high-price on her head.
.:Appearance: Iandra Corbin.

.:Username: Nicole Laurin
.:Character Name: Carmen Venia
.:Age: True age is well over 400, but she appears 31
.:Race: Witch
.:Kingdom: Dresnia
. razz osition: Head of Witches Coven
. razz owers: Strongest power - Shadow Manipulation: Carmen can control the shadows, bending them to her will. She can use them to shape weapons, and even to teleport herself elsewhere. However, there must be shadows for her to manipulate, and it is quite draining to use frequently. The greater the use, the more drained she will be.
Weaker Power - Poison: She can breath a poisonous gas into the air, which is green in colour. It will kill any living thing it comes in contact with, but it moves slowly. Also, she can tip her nails with a more diluted version of the poison, which takes longer to take affect and can only work through entering the blood stream. However, it can enter the blood stream if she merely scratches someone with those sharp nails of hers.
.:Skills: Carmen is an extrememly talented alchemist, and can create tonics, potions and even medicines from just about anything. She knows just what mixtures to use to create sleeping potions, and it has been rumoured that she even made a love potion once, though no one knows for sure.
. razz ersonality: Carmen is cruel, and it is often rumoured that she has no heart. She rules over Dresnia with an iron fist, demanding perfection from her Witches Coven. She does not tolerate insubordination, and has been known to poison those who oppose her openly. She is a cunning and beautiful woman, when the star power still holds affect on her youthful form. She is rather greedy, wishing for the powers of a star all to herself. It has been rumoured that if one eats the whole heart of a star, they will gain eternal youth, beauty, and the power and knowledge of that star. Some have even said that this time Carmen intends to keep the star's heart all to herself, for it is well known that she desires beauty and power above all else.
.:Bio: Not much is truly known about Carmen. When she was very young, she killed her parents using the poisonous gas that she can breath at will. When questioned on it, she merely denies any such involvement. In truth, she found them to be stiffling her natural gift for magic, so she took them out of her way. After that, she lived alone for many years, learning all she could about alchemy, and about the power of the stars. She was the one who brought down the first star, though she had not been head of the Witches Coven then. The former ruler of Dresnia, a less cruel witch, had forbade such actions, saying that to bring down such power from its rightful home would only anger the magics of the world, and bring about a war they could not win. Carmen dismissed this as weakness and fear, and did it anyways. The former head of the Witches Coven had come to her in anger, but was met by death. Carmen killed her for opposing the great gift she had brought, and took the woman's place. She had not known until it was too late that she needed to eat the whole heart in order to gain eternal youth and power. She has vowed to herself not to make that mistake again.
.:Appearance: Young Carmen
As an old woman, Carmen's skin is wrinkled and marked with man age spots. Her hairs is thin and white, looking wiry rather lush and silky. She is the exact opposite of her youthful figure, causing others to grimace rather than become entranced. She is a great deal more moody when she is hideous, for she desires her youthful beauty more than anything else. Only her eyes seem to remain untouched by age, not even dimming as they do with humans. They reamain a vibrant redish brown colour.

Events/Updates

Aug. 17 Now accepting profiles.

Now posting. ^_^ Yay!! (How very exciting)

Plot update: The star has fallen to earth, landing in a dense forest that is owned by nothing more than the creature that once roamed the earth freely. The heirs have set out on their way, most of them heading towards Telford, where they are to all meet up to begin their search for the star. The Head witch, Carmen, has set out on her journey to find the star.

Angel and Fox were riding down a countryside road, the first on a very pretty blood bay mare and the second on a palomino stallion. They were heading towards the designated meeting spot for all the heirs, as Fox's father had ordered them to. "You're not going to be searching alone, Fox, so don't worry. The heirs of the other kingdoms will be traveling with you. Just meet them in the town of Telford, and then you can go from there," he'd said. And so that was where they were going. They'd been traveling for two days already, though the travail hadn't seemed to have any effects on the almost boundless energy of Fox. Angel wasn't too bad for the wear either, though he wasn't quite so used to long rides as the heir.

They'd been traveling in a comfortable silence for most of the morning, with Angel's steed just a couple of steps behind Fox's. Fox had deliberately slowed several times in an effort to get Angel to ride next to him, but Angel was well used to the trick and slowed at the same rate. It was a game they played - Fox always trying to get Angel to ride next to him and Angel always insisting on the proper courtly protocol for the situation.

Fox looked up suddenly from the rather dream-like state he'd been moving in. He'd heard the sound of a stream! Certainly, after so much riding on a dusty road, a bath would be nice. "Oy Angel, ya 'ear a stream?" Fox asked, using a common dialect on purpose. Though he didn't show it on his face, the mischievous gleam in him eye gave his intentions away - he was just trying to fluster Angel. And, as this particular trick almost always did, it worked.

Angel gave Fox a flat look, his lips slightly pursed. "Fox, you shouldn't be talking like a commoner. You're noble-born," the servant said, reprimanding the heir. It was something he never would have done had others been around, but then, hopefully Fox wouldn't have been talking like a commoner either. "Someone might hear you," Angel added worriedly, looking about. They were quite alone, though, which pleased the servant.

Fox laughed. "You really needn't be so proper all the time, Angel," the heir said, slipping back into his normal speech pattern. He stopped his horse abruptly, giving no warning, so that Angel's next couple of steps brought them parallel to each other. Angel gave an affectionate sigh, then smiled and looked at Fox.

"Alright, what is it you want?" Angel asked, his voice both exasperated and playful - a combination he dearly hoped no one outside of present company would ever see him using with Fox. Fox just grinned like a madman, though. "Fancy a race to the river?" the grey-haired noble asked, fidgeting with anticipation already. His horse picked up on the change in his rider's energy began to imitate him.

Angel gave him a slightly reproachful look. "I'm not sure that's the safest -" the servant began, but Fox cut him off. "3 - 2 - 1..." the noble said loudly, crouching over his horse's neck, "GO!" Fox dug his heels into his steed, which sent the animal shooting down the road. "Fox! Damnit!" Angel cried, swiftly falling into racing position and following only a couple of paces behind. Fox either hadn't heard Angel's cry or didn't care, though - he was laughing, and the wind was bringing the contagious sound back to Angel, who couldn't help but smile.

Fox and Angel stopped at the stream, Fox still laughing happily. Angel, though smiling, gave his master a scowl. "You really shouldn't do that," Angel told the heir who was currently dismounting. Fox just grinned at his friend. "Oh, relax Angel. No one is around, and I'm allowed to have fun from time to time. You are too, you know," he added after a moment's thought. Angel just let out a sigh that was halfway a laugh as well.

"Come on, Angel, let's take a bath," Fox said, digging into his saddlebag to find the soap. Angel beat him to it, though, dismounting and getting over to Fox's saddlebag within a couple of seconds. Fox backed off with an affectionate roll of the eyes - Angel never let him do such "menial work" on his own. Seconds later, Angel had found it. The redhead turned to the heir, holding the item up. "Alright, I'll tie up the horses. Go get into the stream," Angel said, moving to do what he said he would.

~~~

It wasn't long before the two were off riding again, though Fox was beaming and Angel looked rather disgruntled. Fox had stolen the servant's clothing, putting it on before Angel could get out of the stream and prevent him from doing so. With Angel's normal clothing stolen, that left only... Fox's royal garb. It was yet another game they played, and yet another one Angel hated. After all, it was so improper for royalty to wear servant's clothing, even if it was rather nice.

The two had been riding for about half an hour when they crested a hill and, once again, Fox perked up. "Angel.... There, in the distance," he said, his tone of voice the quick and slightly sharp one that indicated an immediate, serious situation. It was... what looked like a noble being chased by three men. There was a small thicket between the girl and Fox, but the heir could also see a small path through the forest, much farther down the road than the girl. They should hit it right in time, if they hurried. Fox leaned over his horse's neck without another word, Angel imitating him to his side. Seconds later they were heading towards the scene at full gallop.

The guards couldn't have had much warning before Fox and Angel burst out of the woods on the roadside, immediately between the girl and the men. Fox pulled back on his horse's reigns even as the animal jumped onto the road, illiciting a sharp whinney from his horse as it reared, causing the men's horses to spook. Angel didn't do anything quite as flashy, but merely backed his master up. Fox had already drawn his sword, though, and was crouched low over his horse's neck.

"Don't you know not to chase a lady?" Fox hissed angrily at the men, his stance indicating that he was well ready for a fight. Angel remained silent as his master spoke, though his sword was drawn as well. It was a bit of an odd scene, though, because Fox was the one who appeared to be in charge, yet he was the one dressed as a servant, whereas Angel seemed to be a noble deferring to one beneath his station...

Gerhis Olderian
2 days ago

Time cast itself down across the land again, day had rose above and shone its light throughout the world, or at least all that could see it. Gleams of it cascaded themselves through an open window that lead within the Castle's ground. Ah this bright beam caused good old Gerhis to move around a bit, repositioning himself so the light wouldn't be in his eyes. Right now was not the time to be blindsided, for he was actually in the middle of watching a spectacular performance. His good old friend Dangerous Dan was preforming some jester'n stunts across the throne room floor.

Dan had his long pointed and jingling hat on as he sung off key, mainly due to him throwing in some of his own words to it, but now his soon main attraction would be, juggling! Yes indeed! "Be forewarned that this is dangerous, so please, don't try this at home..." he eyed the king, "ah what am I talking about, I could probably learn something from you." He gave a rather long laugh, indeed he knew very well of the king's amazing balance, but there was more to juggling than just balance, there was entertainment! Oh how his eyes lit up. "What you're about to see will astound you!"

Quickly Dan picked up a rather large metal cylinder on the ground, and put another on top of that, going the opposite way, and finally another on top of that going the same way as the first one. It was a criss cross of metal cylinders and they were moving all about, and there was more! He put on it a metal sheeting and with some help from his assistant he stood up on top of it. Already he could be seen wobbling around, at any moment ready to be knocked off of his balance. They didn't call him Dangerous Dan for nothing, and he was about to prove why, "Are you ready for this?" As he said that he pulled out three knives, and started to juggle them in the air.

Ah Gerhis couldn't help but smile at the stunt, there the man was dancing his heart away, being whimsical as ever, shouting out silly old jokes that he heard once too many, yet it warmed Gerhis heart. There was nothing like watching someone try so hard to just make you smile. That's why he loved jesters, he was happy to see someone so filled with life, and at the time with the whole fallen star, he needed to see the greatness that human kind could be, to reassure him that they could make it through all of th-

"Watch as the knife almost slices my hand in mid air, ah the thrill the excitement, but wait there's more!"
His eyes turned towards his assistant, "I need your please on this, we're about to juggle six throwing knives between us!" Reluctantly his assistant moved over, probably ill rehearsed but willing to go through with it anyways. "Are you ready?" a simple head nod from the young assistant, "Then lets go!" He tossed up one of the throwing knives towards his assistant... but there was something odd... The knife was coming dangerously close to the assistant, and although he had his hands ready to grasp it, he knew he would not be able to catch it-

"Riddle me this, riddle me that," a man clad in blue flowing robes stood between the jesters, the knife would not hit the assistant, nor would the assistant ever be able to catch it, because the man had grasped it in mid air. He held firmly on the blade as he moved closer to the king. "Sire," he knelled down before Gerhis.

"Ah Vassal, what brings you here at this time of the day?" Gerhis words were mixed with a bit of surprise, after all Vassal was only seen once in the blue moon. The man was in charge of a great deal of responsibility, his job was to watch over the heir, and make sure he would stay out of trouble. Most of the time his son did, but whenever he did something punishable, Vassal would make his entrance to forewarn him.

His voice grew a bit deeper as he clutched onto the knife, "Not all life is fun and games," as he finished saying that, he tossed the throwing knife back behind him, landing awfully close to the assistants foot. "Sire, what I have to say to you should be kept behind closed doors."

"Ah..." This was not something Gerhis was anticipating, something wrong must indeed be going on, ah such dreadful thoughts, "Dan, please take your assistant with you, we'll schedule another show later on."

"Right'o good sire, we shall be back before the moon glows." With that said, the man hopped off the cylinders, and with a rather loud crash, gravity caught up with metal death trap and it clashed to the floor hard, one of the cylinder rolling away. It was almost as if another comical act being preformed watching Dan chase after it while his assistant trailing behind, tripping over his feet.

Shortly after, the room was empty besides the king's royal guard, wife, and Vassal. All ears were now awaiting to hear the dreadful news. What could be so bad that Vassal would make an appearance today?