All credit for the roleplay & idea goes to Turtle, Tibby is merely a pawn.
Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 3:51 pm
Lord Adrian Naberius
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Demon:Form OOC:Listening to DKC music~ ahh~ bliss. + new demon form
Around him a woman danced, holding what seemed to be sheets of cloth as she wrapped them around his body. It was some kind of kimono, white with a gold and red trim. Beneath that is the hard of the armour, that too red with golden trim. The man's eyes stared blankly forward at the the wall before him, as his raven hair sat over his shoulders. There the woman placed the finished touches around his waist. "She will be here any moment, My Lord" Her voice was quiet as her eyes not once looked at his. She was speaking about the poor soul that was arriving that day. She was set to be the bride for this tall male, but she wasn't told, only that she was invited to spend a month with the Lord.
Rising his hand to dismiss the maid, Adrian followed shortly after. Unknown to the world outside his manor, this man, this lord was not human. But that of a demon; a frightening one at the most. He was the king to his race, but before he could sit upon his throne, he needed a wife. Therefore looking down at the human race, he decided to break tradition, marring a human instead of a demon.
His body stood, glaring into the mirror above the fire place. The sun beaming in through the open window. Adrian did enjoy the bright light of day, as much as the dark hours of the night. Beside him, his maid reappeared. She handed him a glass of fresh wine before leaving once again. While glaring at his own reflection. The demon noticed his hazel irises shift to their natural gold. That had caused him to blink a few time, encouraging a small shake of the head. "Not now" He groaned in a deep voice as he took a sip from his wine glass.
xxxHer [ ♡ ] h e a r t [ ♡ ] is light as a floating feather
xxxxxxxAs pure and bright as the mountain rill
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThat l e a p s and laughs in the Highland heather!
xxxxxxxxxxxGo « search « the w o r l d and » search » the s e a
xxxxxxxThen you come home and [♪] sing [♫] with me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere's no suchgoldand no such pearl
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs a b r i g h t and b e a u t i f u lEnglish girl ‽
There was no way that Evangeline could have suited a lord or a prince in anyway; she was far too relaxed and casual about everything to even be considered as a princess or wife. Traits such as being incredibly clumsy and stubborn did not fit the description of royalty in any form; thus why (to anyone who knew of her future in the manor) it would be so inappropriate. Receiving the hand-written letter in neat calligraphy, Evie had been curious as to why she had been invited to stay in a manor. Her parents and friends had insisted that she go, for the enjoyment of going to such a beautiful place of luxury for so long. Of course, Evie had protested against her journey, finding that traveling on planes made her feel nauseous and nervous. It wasn't the fact that she would be so very high above the ground; in fact, the idea of 'flying' gave her some relief and peaceful thoughts would slip into her mind. Though it was in fact the point that she was scared of the plane crashing. Of course, there had been the option to travel by car, though that was far too long of a journey from England, and as for the ferry? Well... she feared water the most. So basically, there was no way out; at 4am she had left her house in a taxi which sent her straight to the airport. There, she would catch her four hour flight to then be escorted in a private car (chauffeur included, of course) to the manor a good few hours away from the airport.
Across the back seat, the brunette had stretched her legs over the seats; her shoes situated in the foot well. As she sat in the back of the quiet car, Evie had pulled the letter from her bag and begun ripping the edges off of it; gradually turning the letter into the shape of a heart. Having read it well over twenty times, she could remember exactly what it said word-for-word. Getting slightly carried away, the brunette had continued ripping the edges off of the paper, without even noticing that a small pile of little pieces of paper had grown in her lap. For the past half an hour the black Mercedes had been cruising down a tarmac path through what looked like a large forest. Winding between the trees, there was the odd bump in the road that would jerk the young girl in the back. The chauffeur would apologise and Evie would politely smile towards him, stating that it was nothing to worry about. With her eyes fixed to the forest surrounding her, they soon burst into light and the surface that the car drove down had turned to gravel. Glancing between the windows at either side of the back seat, Evie would lower her legs from across the seats; sitting upright and blinking around her. Now surrounded by greenery and vast amounts of fields, Evie embraced the beauty of the countryside; reminding her of her home. And then, a large building caught her eye; up ahead, she would peer round the headrest in front of her, spotting the beautiful manor up ahead. Her smile would fade softly as the car juddered over the bumpy gravel; an expression filled with wonder drifting onto her face as she remained eye contact with the building ahead. Approaching further, the chauffeur drove the Merc to the front of the manor, slowly applying the brakes and then stepping out of the vehicle. Her wide, child-like eyes were glued to the structure that was now situated to her left.
Not a moment later, the chauffeur had collected her case from the boot and arrived at her door, opening it out for her. Having distracted her mind from the building to the clunking of the car door opening, Evie fumbled about; reaching for her brown, military style boots and pulling them on before grabbing the little satchel beside her shoes and lifting it over her shoulder. It was only then that she realised a pile of tiny pieces of scrap paper in her lap. Quickly scooping them up into her hand, secretly, the brunette would step out of the car. Smiling sheepishly towards the elderly man she thanked him softly, her voice layered like silk. Stepping away from the car, the man would bow his head with a grin, bidding her farewell and then returning to the drivers seat. As the car drove away from the manor, Evie quickly brushed down her clothing with a free hand, ensuring there were no creases in her white tank top, nor little beige skirt or coat. Evie wondered if she had dressed too casually for the occasion. Of course, she hadn't known whether to wear something formal, or something comfortable that would have been easier to travel in. Alas, she went for comfort over style - hoping that the gentleman of the Manor wouldn't mind. At least she had packed even amounts of both styles in her case. Turning on the spot, Evie would then look up to the building before her; the smile having faded from her expression once more as nerves began to kick in. Grabbing the handle of the case with her empty hand, the brunette would approach the large double doors and knock with her hand full of hidden scrap paper. She hoped that there would be some place to dispose of the paper before anyone would notice that her hand was clenched in a fist by her side.
Currently Located :: Outside the Manor Currently Feeling :: "Incredibly tired..." Currently Thinking :: "I need to get rid of this paper.... discreetly..."
The new form is so scary! D: I'll be having nightmares! >.< Ah, nice one. (': Was literally just listening to The Animal by Disturbed. (': Which is strangely relevant... P.S. Ugh, the guild has ruined my format. U.U Am sorting this out right now. S:
Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 5:08 pm
Lord Adrian Naberius
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Demon:Form OOC:Hehe, I love the evil of it (form) ... your post is amazing =.= Mind lending me your brain? I know right. I had to make a few adjustments to mine XD
Watching the glow of his eyes continue to swirl at his reflection, the demon let out a sigh. It was better for him to let out that bliss of pleasure now instead of having the lady too see. She was a few hours away, allowing time for his body to fully settle and his nerves to calm. Although he was a monster of nightmares and myth, he still had the human bodily functions when ever he shifted. Upon this day a Daughter of Man and Son of Satan would come in contact, there the monster would attempt to woo the lady, before calling upon the wedding. If all else fail, he didn't have a choice but to return empty handed or force her hand. Continuing to feel the lava in his eyes, his hand began to roll the glass with his fingers. He had began to worry. Breaking the tradition of the royal family was a brave step, he knew that his parents would have forbidden it. Lucky for him, they had past away and his people opened the idea with wide arms. Although there were a few that disliked the idea.
Now sitting within the leather of the high chairs, his eyes fell upon the window hearing the sound of his car pulling up across the gravel. The butterflies began to flutter even faster, getting almost angered with such feeling the demon forced his body up from his chair, making it's way towards the now knocked door. There he had seen his maid rush on her toes to answer, but his low cough from the lungs causing her to step aside. Adrian wanted to welcome her himself. Taking steps upon the tiled plated flooring his ungloved hand reached for the brass door knob, turning it revealing the petite woman before him.
As the wooden frame of the door opened wide, showing off the grand stairwell that stood tall in the main entrance. His eyes fell upon her with in a second. The golden was gone now standing that of hazel. As he continued to scan the woman before him. The first sense he picked up was her smell. The smell of her body was like of a blossoming flower, welcoming bees to it's nectar. Swallowing that hard nut in his throat, his head bowed towards her. "Welcome" His voice sung, deep but gracefully with kindness. "Come in" Standing away from her, his arm extended behind him, for her to step in. As a gentle smile brushed his lips, a evil grin hid beneath it. Adrian had began to wonder, what she had thought about who he was. Would she believe he was just a mere bell boy, or the actual lord of the manor.
xxxHer [ ♡ ] h e a r t [ ♡ ] is light as a floating feather
xxxxxxxAs pure and bright as the mountain rill
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThat l e a p s and laughs in the Highland heather!
xxxxxxxxxxxGo « search « the w o r l d and » search » the s e a
xxxxxxxThen you come home and [♪] sing [♫] with me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere's no suchgoldand no such pearl
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs a b r i g h t and b e a u t i f u lEnglish girl ‽
Gradually, the sound of the Mercedes trodding over gravel faded away, and Evie was left on the steps on her own. The gentle twitter of birds cheeping in the trees of the forest could be faintly heard from the steps as the short young woman glanced around at her surroundings. Eventually, she would have turned 360 degrees on the spot, taking in all of the scenery that would be her 'home' for the next month. The manor made her feel more at home if anything; it's location and appearance replicated that of the heritage houses back in England that where found in the middle of a countryside; large manors with beautifully painted ceilings and exquisite items of furniture. She wondered if the large building before her was anything like the houses on her home turf in which everything was cordoned off by long masses of rope; informing any nosy human being to enter the house that they could not get any closer; or so help them they would be escorted from the room, and perhaps even the premises. And then there was the matter of the people who actually went to the houses; mostly it was elderly people who had been piled onto coaches by their carers and sent to an old heritage house to show them items that were even older than themselves. At that moment, it clicked in Evie's mind that perhaps the Lord of the manor was also an elderly gentleman, and perhaps he had invited her to observe the wonderful house...
Just as she was trailing off into deep thought once again, the creaking of hinges brought her back into reality as she gazed up to the door; watching as it slowly opened. Her bright, wide eyes met those of a young man, whose appearance was exceedingly handsome. His prominent facial features so masculine. A soft smile would settle upon her pale face as he bowed his head to her. Oh good grief, it seemed that formal manners were required here. And unfortunately, Evie was terribly bad at them. Unsure as whether to bow her head, fully bow from the hips or even curtsey, she ended up sort of bending her knees on the spot; a mix of both. In all honesty, she looked quite ridiculous; and in her head she was laughing and crying at the same time in hoping that the gentleman who had greeted her did not think that she was an absolute eejit. His deep voice echoed through her ears as she blinked up at him. "Good morning." She was smile, raising her open hand to brush a few strands of stray brown hair behind her ear before continuing. "Thank you..." Oh, snap. Now what? Pausing in mid sentence, Evie couldn't tell if he was in fact a waiter, doorman or the Lord himself. He looked very young to be a Lord, and the same with a doorman... Inside she was panicking, though her exterior appearance remained the same. And quickly, a solution was found. "...Sir." Ah, atta girl; well done, Evangeline! You did it!
Grabbing the handle of her beige case, she lifted it into the main entrance beside her tiny frame. Upon entering the room, she would still hold the case in her hand, not wanting to set it on the clean floors in case the underneath was muddy or covered in gravel from outside. And so, there she stood - in the entrance with one hand gripping the handle of the heavy case whilst the other secretly clutched the tiny pieces of ripped paper. She swallowed nervously, blinking around in search of a bin or something to dispose the contents of her hand into. Whilst holding the case next to her legs, Evie then questioned another thing in her mind. Why didn't her suitcase have wheels? Sure, they had had wheels for a very long time; yet it would be her case, the one that she specifically chose that didn't have anything so much as even studs on the bottom of it. That was so very typical of her; what sheer dumb luck she had had; having to haul it through the airport from this gate to that.
Currently Located :: In the Main Entrance Currently Feeling :: "Incredibly tired, and slightly nervous..." Currently Thinking :: "I still need to get rid of this paper..."
Mmm! Me too! It's growing on me. ^-^ D: Gah, I thought it was pretty average! Though thank you! ^-^ I personally love your posts! They're so creative! Blegh, sucky formatting!!
Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 1:17 pm
Lord Adrian Naberius
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Demon:Form OOC:I am still alive!.. I almost forgot this guild and my brain died
His irises watched as she stumbled over her words and her body bending rather strangely. Adrian could not help but smile at the innocence she was holding. It was different to what this man was normally use to. Innocence would be perfect for the demon world. Continuing to watch her, drag her case into the building, the demon lord only clicked his eyes towards his maid. And she was there, bowing requesting to take the bag from her. "May I take your bag, I will place it within your room. Do you wish for me to unpack it also?" The maid looked at the younger woman, not tempting to look up at Adrian. Once the maid was gone and out of the way, the demon returned his attention back on the human girl. "Beautiful ... isn't she" He spoke, aiming it at the building and not at the maid that rushed up the grand case. Following her arm, he had noticed the pieces of paper within her palm. It would seem she had gotten bored on the ride there. "May I?" He asked, holding out his hand, wanting for the pieces to be handed to him.
xxxHer [ ♡ ] h e a r t [ ♡ ] is light as a floating feather
xxxxxxxAs pure and bright as the mountain rill
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThat l e a p s and laughs in the Highland heather!
xxxxxxxxxxxGo « search « the w o r l d and » search » the s e a
xxxxxxxThen you come home and [♪] sing [♫] with me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere's no suchgoldand no such pearl
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs a b r i g h t and b e a u t i f u lEnglish girl ‽
Blinking up at the gentleman who smiled down at her, Evie would roll her lips into her mouth, her teeth securing them in place as her bright eyes would then settle upon a maid before her. Almost jumping back, the young brunette was surprised at how quickly she had scuttled towards her. Releasing her lips from between her teeth, Evangeline would smile sweetly at the kind maid. Well, this certainly was far more different to her home life. Evie had never encountered a maid before; sure, she'd met butlers like the gentleman, if that was what he was, but not maids who did things for the guests and occupants of the house. She was reluctant to allow the woman to take her case, seeing as she wasn't used to things being done for her. Evie certainly wouldn't have minded taking her own case to where ever it needed to go. Seeing as it was her job to serve the master of the house, Evie loosened her grip on the case, setting it down for the maid to collect. She would then shake her head, not wanting to hassle the kind maid in unpacking her garments. "Oh, no. Please. You needn't worry about that. I'm sure I can do that later. Thank you." As her hand luggage back and case were hauled up the staircase beside the polite maid, Evangeline would glance back towards the young man as he spoke once more; his deep voice attracting her attention in a flash. It was harsh to hear, though interestingly comforting at the same time, allowing her to calm her nerves a little. His attempt at small talk caused a small smile to drift onto her lips as she lifted two pools of bright blue towards the maid. At first, she thought he had meant the maid, though just as she was about to reply Evie realising he meant the manor. Quickly composing her thoughts before looking like some speechless mule, the brunette would nod approvingly; admiring the ceiling and walls with an amazed expression on her face. "It truly is."
Whilst her mind was set on the grand textures in the ceiling and pretty patterns and colours on the wall, she would hear him question her. Glancing back to him, she realised that he had spotted the paper in her hand and had offered his own, palm facing the ceiling she had just been admiring, to collect the paper that he had spotted in her hand. It was rhetorical, though she new that some form of answer would be required to explain why she had them. "Oh" A blush would appear on her face as she lowered her own gaze to her clenched fist. Biting on her lower lip, the young brunette would slowly lift her hand; opening her palm and observing the many teeny-tiny pieces of paper that almost escaped. "Ah, yeah. Sorry. Um... I... Yeah. It's... paper." Slowly, she would lift her hand over his, tilting it slightly and ensuring that each piece fell into his outstretched palm. The scene would probably resemble something similar to a child giving a parent something that she had broken with a sheepish expression on her face, as if they had just been caught in the act and was looking for forgiveness. "Sorry, sir." Lowering her eyes to the floor she hoped that her gradually lowering head would mean that the slight flush of red on her cheeks was hidden from view. Although knowing that it was probably rude to not look at the gentleman whilst speaking to him, she found it just as embarrassing for anyone to see her rosy cheeks. "I was hoping to dispose of them before meeting Lord Naberius." Finally suggesting that the gentleman who had opened the door couldn't be the man who had invited her to stay. After all, why answer the door if a maid was on hand to open it? Or at least, it seemed that way. Evie was not accustomed to how the staff of manors worked in modern times, and therefore she would need to badly assume what would happen in the likely scenario.
Currently Located :: In the Main Entrance Currently Feeling :: "Embarrassed." Currently Thinking :: "I'm such a twit..."
Adrian continued to smile at her, as she answered his little questioned about the manor. He was glad that the young lady was enjoying her surroundings, as his mind began to wonder if she had clicked onto whom he was. But the demon was about to find that out shortly. Witnessing her hand hover over his, her knuckles white from clenching. His own palm felt the softness of the paper that parted from her's into his. That smile over his lips only grew. As if he was amused by her boredom that had happened during the drive from the airport to his door. His eyes trailed over towards her face, seeing a slight embarrassment of handing the pieces over, as if she was a child being scold. The softness of her cheeks began to glow, blushed like a rose. A chuckle attempted to escape the Lord only to not leave his lungs as his body straightened slightly. His eyes scanned the pieces of paper, it was his letter to her. Seeing it ripped into a tiny heart, that only caused his smile to remained glued over his lips. His attention however fell back towards her, she had spoken his name. But as if he was a doorman. That chuckle finally escaped his throat. "Well Lord Naberius, is very amused at your little artwork of his letter" His free hand pulled up the fully formed heart, dangling it infront of her face. -and my brain died-
xxxHer [ ♡ ] h e a r t [ ♡ ] is light as a floating feather
xxxxxxxAs pure and bright as the mountain rill
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThat l e a p s and laughs in the Highland heather!
xxxxxxxxxxxGo « search « the w o r l d and » search » the s e a
xxxxxxxThen you come home and [♪] sing [♫] with me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere's no suchgoldand no such pearl
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs a b r i g h t and b e a u t i f u lEnglish girl ‽
Upon hearing a sudden chuckle slip from his lips the brunette glanced up at the young man; her eyes flashing curiousity as she wondered what he had found funny. Glancing around the room she would search for something that could have caused the laughter, though finally realising that it was in fact her who had caused him to laugh. A slight frown would slip onto the face of the young woman, wondering what she had done to cause him to laugh at her. Did she have something on her face? Was it an imprint of the seatbelt on her cheek? Rubbing her face she would search for something that he could have been laughing at, though then finding out that is had been what she said.
Wait... He was Lord Naberius?! But.. how!? He had answered his own door... Was that really something that happened? Had the many films and television programs and books gotten the whole concept wrong? Did Lords of the house actually answer their own doors? Evie felt a red shade flood over her face once more, though this time representing the shame she felt inside. Had she really just mistaken a Lord for a doorman? How ridiculous. "Oh, crumbs!" She squeaked, her eyes widening slightly as she verbally announced her shock over the matter. "I... You... But..." Unable to form any type of sentence, the brunette continued to stutter, wondering how to recover the situation without further making an idiot of herself. Of course, she would have to apologise for assuming something so stupid. Hopefully she hadn't offended the kind male before her who had invited her into his humble home. "Lord Naberius. I'm so sorry. I... I mean, I had no... But you... The door and..." Evie then raised a hand to the side of her face; feeling her hot cheek beneath her palm and sighing softly. Oh, how typical of her to do something like this. "I'm sorry, Sir."
Currently Located :: In the Main Entrance Currently Feeling :: "Embarrassed... Even more!" Currently Thinking :: "Could this get any worse.."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Demon:Form OOC:Sorry I have been ill... still ill, so I am not posting that great >u<
A servant had arrived removing the paper from his hands, as he continued to look at the girl before him. She was falling over her words as she spoke to him. As if panicking to him being the lord that invited her. "Darling, there is no need to apologize. I believe many would be confused to see a Lord open his own door. I simply wanted to greet you personally, but the playful side of me took over when I saw you standing there" The lips on Adrian rose as he looked at her.
xxxHer [ ♡ ] h e a r t [ ♡ ] is light as a floating feather
xxxxxxxAs pure and bright as the mountain rill
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxThat l e a p s and laughs in the Highland heather!
xxxxxxxxxxxGo « search « the w o r l d and » search » the s e a
xxxxxxxThen you come home and [♪] sing [♫] with me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere's no suchgoldand no such pearl
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs a b r i g h t and b e a u t i f u lEnglish girl ‽
Lifting her gaze to the servant who had removed the paper from Adrian's hands, the brunette followed the woman with her full attention before they had disappeared into another room. Returning her attention back to the Lord before her, Evie quickly looked him over once again. She concluded that he indeed appeared to be very young in his appearance, which had obviously been part of her mistaking him for being a member of staff of the manor. When thinking of the term "Lord", one had imagined an elderly gentleman, or a middle aged man, not a young being such as the figure stood in front of her. As he comforted the brunette, she would swallow her nervous stumbling and allow a deep breath to fill her lungs. "Very well, sir." She would reply; her tone much softer and delicate as she nodded her head. Upon seeing a curve slip onto the face of the handsome young man, Evie herself would allow a smile to slip upon her complexion; her eyes brightening to a lighter blue shade as she intertwined her fingers together, resting them in front of her. ""Well, my Mother always said that 'The true object of all human life is play.'."" She beamed, nodding matter of factly at the quotation.
Currently Located :: In the Main Entrance Currently Feeling :: "Still a little embarrassed..." Currently Thinking :: "Hopefully he'll forget how much of a twit I am..."
