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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:27 pm
Story
Mordred is a disgrace to his parents. Well, in their minds. Perhaps I should start from the beginning. Mordred was born from Elizabeth and James Silver. James Silver was born from Valerie White and Erin White, while Eilzabeth Silver was born from Brodic Ivory and Melinda Ivory. Mordred was expected to have the silvery white wings of his family, on both sides, and take his place among the other royals. The paler your wings, the higher your class. Mordred was born with black wings, with hair to match. He had beautiful bronzing skin, and striking sky blue eyes. His black wings, however, disgraced his families. They could never show their faces to the public and explain that their son, believed to have the perfect genes for the palest wings yet, had wings to match the Ebony sky. And so his name was Mordred Ebony.
Rules
1) No excessive cursing.
2) No one-liners. I don't like them, I can't stand them, and I don't see any excuse for them if you try hard enough.
3) Try to post at least once a week. If you can't, for any reason, let me know beforehand if you can. If you can't warn me, then tell me after and I'll understand if the excuse is good enough.
4) PG-13 people. I'm not having my rp shut down because your guy doesn't want to keep it in his pants while on the public forum.
5) Please try to contribute. I can't come up with everything. Unless our characters have to go over a rickety bridge to get to the highest room of the tallest tower so that we can rescue goldilocks, I can go with just about any plot point or scenery that you feel would go well with the rp.
6) PM me with the title 'Beautiful Wings'
Skeleton
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My Faith: username
My Identity: Name
My Body: species
My Life: Bio
My Mind: personality
My Years: age
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:30 pm
Profiles  My Faith: anime_wiccan_chick My Identity: Mordred Ebony My Body: dragon My Life: See above My Mind: Obedient and quiet. He sees himself as below other dragons, even the servants, because of his wings. He only sees the outside world in two ways: His window, and books. He reads books, desperate to see the outside world, without anyone having to see him. My Years: 237 (approximately the age of 16 if one were to compare the dragon life span to a human one.)   My Faith: Dantes_river
My Identity: Medae Mirror
My Body: Dragon
My Life: A young male born of Annalee and Letvian Mirror from a separate clan of dragons. While people claim that the whiter the wings, the higher and better status of a dragon. Being the oddball family they are, Letvian and Medae have silver wings that seem to reflect anything around them like a mirror thus the name. He was nicknamed Razor due to his small, petite frame and how when he moves, he looks like a silver blur. He was sent off on his own to earn his Rights of Passage which he hasn't told anyone of. Anything else about where he came from are not really passed around due to the fact that his response when asked is a simple blank stare or stating he'd have to kill the person if he told them.
My Mind: He's not exactly the sweetest guy in the world, but he's far nicer than his family. Blunt or vague, he seems to avoid speaking of his past or talking in general if he can help it. He's actually just really shy when all of his protective walls are down and dislikes having his future decided for him.
My Years: 235 (approximately the age of 15-16 if one were to compare the dragon life span to a human one.)
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:59 am
Î åm Mør∂re∂ Mordred sat in his room, which was rather plush and comfy, and read one of his many books. His parents kept his room comfortable, despite his disgraceful appearance, and merely bade him stay in his room. Just stay in his room. Food was brought up to him, and he ignored the biting remarks of his wings and hair. He would just live in his room. His parents made sure that he kept healthy, and had someone go up to be his trainer for workouts, paying for the man's silence of course. Nobody outside their home could know of his defect. He was hidden from the world. He remembered when they had a servant boy be his friend. He asked why he read so much. "So I can see the world." He replied. The boy tilted his head.
"Why not just go out there?" The question made him pause, then look away.
"Because I don't want the world to see me." That was how he lived. He saw the world through the words on the pages, and nobody had the opportunity to look back and see him. He was safe in his little room, with his massive bookshelf, and his books. Nobody could gasp in shock, or disgust, and he would not bring any more shame to his family.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:56 pm
xXx“It's none of your concern...”xXx Running swiftly between houses, Medae looked like some young teenager running away from some crime scene. In all actuality, he was running from an elder sister and three cousins wanting an update on his current situation while searching for some window or puddle of water he could jump into without terrifying someone. Fortunately enough for him, he hadn't let them get close enough to see the slight scar over his right eye or beneath the black choker he wore around his neck. He'd spent the last three months avoiding having to give an update on his mission of claiming his Rights of Passage aka proving to his father that he was worthy of being the next head of the family.
Slipping behind a house, he smiled lightly and lifted himself up into the empty house's windowsill. As he stepped towards the glass of the window, he simply vanished into a realm of what looked like mirrors showing different scenes. Choosing one at random, he appeared on a windowsill much farther away from his family than he'd been a moment before. It would do for now until he could move elsewhere with his bloodline's gift of traveling through reflective surfaces. It was a rather nice view of the area and he'd partly envied how others could just blend into their surroundings whereas his bright golden-red eyes and silver hair seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. Yes, his hair helped like his fur/scales in the factor of reflecting back an image like a mirror, but it made him seem too flashy for his own good. He was his own worst nightmare. Getting lost in his thoughts, he forgot to check inside of the upper floor's window for any signs of life inside of it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 11:51 pm
Î åm Mør∂re∂ Mordred gasped when someone just... appeared! Right out of his window! He rushed to hide behind his bed, afraid that this strange dragon might be after him. Was it an assassin? Some kind of pirate? Or maybe it was a kidnapper?! He had no idea, and he didn't want to find out. He tried to crawl under his bed, but one of his wings bumped the bottom, making him yelp a bit from the pain. He covered his mouth and pressed his wings closer to his back, crawling under. He hoped that he hadn't been heard or spotted. Maybe, if he screamed loud enough, help would come in case things went wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:25 am
xXx“It's none of your concern...”xXx Medae snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a yelp from behind him, swiftly spinning around and almost losing his balance, he saw something dark slide under the bed. Crudmuffins... How did I forget to check for life before jumping? Oh right. Escaping evil family members... he sighed inwardly before holding up a peace sign with both his hands. Maybe the... Person trying to hide would notice it and figure out he wasn't planning on hurting... It.
Shortly after doing that, he sat down on the windowsill and glanced down at the streets. How much longer did he have to wait? Thinking back on what he saw, he shook his head slightly. Whoever was inside this room acting cowardly was probably having issues because of his wing coloration. From what he learned thus far, these people thought the whitest of whites was sacred and meant higher status. That meant that the darker the wings, the lower rank you were. Idgets. Father should've made this clan of dragons submit alongside the others. The Mirror Clan is indestructible or it has been for three generations of dragons, he mumbled in the back of his head. Softly humming a random tune, his gaze started searching for his clan members stalking him again.
{( O.O.C. :: Quoting me will make replies somewhat faster. )}
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:39 am
Î åm Mør∂re∂ Mordred managed to find a spot to remain hidden, yet watch him in case he tried something. A... peace sign? Well... if he meant peace... but what if he was lying? And those wings... what color were they? They looked metallic, but not steely or like platinum. It confused him. After several long moment, he carefully crawled out from under the bed. Maybe, if he could sneak over and get a book to pass the time while he was hiding... but he couldn't let himself be noticed by this stranger!
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 5:49 pm
xXx“It's none of your concern...”xXx Sighing irritably, the silver haired youth tapped his finger against the glass without a sound. “I already saw you, genius. If I meant you harm, I would've gone through the window and dealt with you already not spend my time staring out at the scenery you get from here,” he stated bluntly as his wings shifted slightly beneath his shirt, his voice seeming to travel through the window as if they were in the same room. It was one of those habits that made him seem odd unlike the other dragons parading about with their wings in the open.
Blowing his hair out of his face again, he shifted slightly so he was sitting sideways on the windowsill so he could look inside the room and the streets below. His finger had never moved from the spot on the window it'd been placed at even with the movement. “I'd trade you wings and coloration if it were possible.” It probably sounded odd to say, but he meant it. Although traveling through what his clan called The Mirror Realm was fun and faster means of travel, he hated how his father expected so much from him.
{( O.O.C. :: ~ )}
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 6:30 pm
Î åm Mør∂re∂ Mordred squeaked, caught in the act. After a moment of listening, his eyes widened. "Y-you want my wings?!" After a moment, he went over to the window. "Y-you can hide in here..." He offered. "I-if someone comes... th-then you can hide in the closet." He smiled some. "And... and then you w-won't have to risk falling!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:03 pm
xXx“It's none of your concern...”xXx Flashing a slight smile, he stepped into the room while subconsciously fiddling with a small circular silver charm attached to the choker around his neck with MM etched into it.
“Thank you, sir. I would take your wings if there were indeed a way, but considering how you hid like a child... Well I doubt you'd survive in my family for a day,” he responded to the other male while setting his hands up in a semi-surrender position. “Calm yourself. I've never seen another dragon act like you are acting now. You may just call me Razor. May I have your name since you're hiding me in your... Room?”
What was with this dark dragon and seeming excited with someone being in his room? Shifting his gaze around the room, he was somewhat interested in this other male and his lifestyle. There seemed to be no high expectations in the room like taking over a clan of dragons in his parents passing on. It seemed far nicer than what he was dealing with now.
{( O.O.C. :: ~ )}
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:22 pm
Î åm Mør∂re∂ Mordred bit his lip. "But... black wings are bad." He blinked when he was asked for his name. "I-I'm Mordred." He responded. "And no other dragon is a disgrace for a prince." He sighed some. "You're the f-first nice person to go into my room." He smiled. "What are you hiding from?" He asked curiously.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:50 pm
xXx“It's none of your concern...”xXx “Not where I'm from. So you're a prince here... Odd chance of meeting a different clan's prince but one I'll have to deal with I suppose,” Medae retorted with a soft sigh. “I'd have to agree with the disgrace thing, but then I'd have to disagree with it. With the hypothesis that you've never stepped foot outside of this room, it's pathetic. Learn to make your own rules and shape your own future. No one can decide it but you. There are two paths in life set before you from birth that branch off into hundreds of options afterwards; one that you follow because someone has taken it before you or the other because it was less traveled by. Your genetics chose to be male and they chose a dark color for you. Adapt and overcome or die the way they want you to. They fear what you can do, Mordred. Simple as that.”
Glancing his bright red eyes over the pages of a book he'd picked up, he paused momentarily when he was called nice. In what world did this guy live in? Dream world? Then came the question of who he was running from. Flipping the page of the book, he slightly pursed his lips. To answer that or not to answer that was the question. “I'd have to kill you if I told you,” he answered in a smooth-as-silk tone. Now that he thought about his words, he sounded like his father and his father's father... Awkward. Setting the book back down, he set his finger on the window and let a fog slide over it only to remove it again and let it vanish. “Baka...”
{( O.O.C. :: ~ )}
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 11:40 pm
Î åm Mør∂re∂ Mordred winced. "I-I can't go out there... e-even if I-I wanted to. People would be s-scared of me. I don't want t-to scare people." He looked down. "A-and sometimes I sneak out t-to the garden." When he was told that he'd have to be killed, Mordred paled. "O-oh..." Hearing the unfamiliar word, he blinked. "Wh-what's a... baka?" The word sounded funny, but it wasn't a bad feeling. He watched him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 12:56 am
xXx“It's none of your concern...”xXx “Lordy Jesus... Yes you can. It's not like it'll kill you. Tuck your wings against your spine like a bird and then throw on a shirt. My sister is a red dragon and her hair is solid black. If you keep the coloration and type of dragon hidden in the shadows, no one will be scared of you. It also helps if they don't know what your human form looks like,” he sighed lightly before instructing the dark haired male on what to do. Why he was even wasting time trying to get this male to stop being a coward, he wasn't sure but he was already started so why not finish up? “Um... Did I say that aloud?”
Feeling his face heat up, a soft red covered his face as he tapped his toes against the ground. He'd never liked shoes and so he never wore them except for when his elder siblings and cousins would pin him down and put them on. “Baka means stupid. I wasn't directing that at you, but my father trying to figure out where I am right now,” he answered while shifting his gaze at the floor yet raising the book to cover his face.
{( O.O.C. :: ~ )}
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 12:07 pm
Î åm Mør∂re∂ Mordred blinked. "Is he worried about you?" He asked, unable to think of any other reason for a father to try looking for his son. Well, except a game of hide and seek. This stranger didn't seem the type to play hide and seek, though. He heard footsteps and paled. "Y-you have to hide now. S-someone's coming." He whispered, leading him to he closet and gently pushing him in. He grabbed a hat and shut the doors just as the maid came in. He smiled and put on the hat, so she would think that it was the only reason that he was near the closet. "Good afternoon, your highness." She told him, disdain dripping from every syllable. "Your lunch." She abruptly turned and left, leaving him with the cart full of food and dishes to eat it with. He went over to open the closet, smiling. "Are you hungry? I can never eat it all, and I don't want any to go to waste..." He went back to the cart, getting the biscuits and gravy, some sausage, cheesy eggs, bacon, and pancakes drizzled in blueberry syrup.
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