Accepted Profiles:
Role: Princess 1 of Prepis
Name: Princess Narcicia Macaria Aurellona of Prepis
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Kingdom: Prepis
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Weapon of choice: Razor Wire; In her belt their are weights that look like decorations but what she can really do is put her fingers into the weights which are actually finger covers kind of like thimbles and pull out six feel of razor wire the thickness of Fishing wire, a small circular weight on the other end pops out of the belt and she can use them like whips but with more deadly outcomes, she has a total of ten one for reach finger. She can manipulate the wires with her fingers like a dancers ribbon, if several wrap around an object they wont break but if only one does it can break, also she can only use five at a time at most, two on one hand and three on the other, if she focus on the round weights at the end of each wire she can use those as a weapon as well but the wires are more deadly, the weapon requires erratic arm and finger movements, and since they move extremely fast though the air it is hard to see normal which causes the illusion that she is using invisible magical blades, after she is finished all she has to do is reconnect the finger covers to her belt and the razors get wound back up into the belt until time for later use.
Appearance: Medium length Blonde hair with Blue eyes that have brown fleck in them, her skin is sun kissed naturally, she stands at 5'10'' and weighs 130 lbs, shes thin around the waist but not waspy, and has hips that are "good for child bareing" and a Large G cup chest
Personality: Narcicia is a very proud and uppity women, she has no tolerance for stupidity but she tends to have a irritation towards being corrected or being told that she's wrong, she enjoys the sight of blood especially when its won-ton as she has never truely seen a war, she takes pleasure in the simplest of things and if it was up to her she would laze around all day being fed and sung to by the greatest in the world, A glutton for beautiful things her she has limited servants which she requires to meet a certain standard of beauty below her own but above everyone else so as to make her look more beautiful, She has a hand for punishment as well as taking it as she likes to see people in pain but has a strange but secret submissive side that makes her enjoy her own punishments, Narcicia is also no stickler for telling people when they are wrong as she normally tends to do, she finds herself attracted to many men and women as she is a lustful being but strangely has a thin veil of moral standing that prevents her from acting on her carnal desires.
Bio: Narcicia was born the Princess of Prepis though really she probably should have been born the princess of Bravia with her dark tendencies. Narcicia was born into a charmed happy life without much problem with anything, she found herself a quick learner with hardly any problem what so ever, Living a life of luxury. As life when on she easily became the talk of the kingdom 'the unearthly princess Narcicia of Prepis'. Their isn't much to tell until she turned fourteen, for her birthday she snuck out of the castle with her favorite maid down to the underground, they found themselves in a den of debauchery and mayhem and maybe that's what turned Narcicia in the perfect apple into a rotten core, she found herself drawn to the underground, to the fights, Illegal happenings, odd souls, but as she had her servant where looking around they where caught by traders, when she told them who she was they immediately took her back to the king and queen and sold her back to them, her punishment was lighthand but swift, she was never to go to the underground again...please, a few words didn't stop her. At first she obeyed, staying in the light of the palace until she was sixteen before traveling back to the dark. She traveled to the underground almost every day, spending her time away their away from duty, responsibility and people ordering her around and looking for her, soon she became a familiar face in the underground, of course no one knew who she was as her face hardly showed in public anyway. The longer she stayed the more she found herself partaking and one day again she found herself in the hands of a trader but this time it wasn't going as smoothly as instead she was brought to Bradia. She was meant to be sold 'Legally' to the Barrak's for relief but it never happened for as soon as she was let out she ran. Deep inside Bradia she had no clue how to get out, she spent weeks in the kingdom trying to find her away around, and she stumbled into the Silver crow. Staying their for a few more days she was noticed by one of the workers, it had been the maid that had been sold away when Narcicia was fourteen. The maid told her all about how she had been smuggled over to Bradia and that her capture had all been a set up by her father who was a Bradia Native in order to get her into the city. The Maid offered to help get Narcicia back to Prepis on the condition that she brought her with her as the Maid 'Loved Bradia, but her loyalty lied with Narcicia'. Narcicia worked for several weeks more as the Maid set up a way to get back to Prepis. By the time Narcicia had been missing for a year they where ready to return to Prepis. They traveled with a group of people trying to find the Krips Cave, but where to scared to Continue on once they Actually did find it, running away as soon as they saw it. Having no other choice really, and not knowing the legends, Narcicia and her maid traveled into the cave.....both of them came out of the cave alive...but when they woke they where back in the Prepis Castle with no recollection of ever leaving the cave, only seeing a bright light and then nothing. The last two years Narcicia has been devote to her studies as well as a constant visitor to the Underground, as well she had her Maid have found a way to go between the two kingdom's without being seen or interrupting things, and though it would have been good to tell everyone about it neither spoke to anyone as it was their secret.
Likes: the unknown, punishment, alcohol, the underground, Bradia, Wan-ton Blood shead, dancing, singing, beauty, her maidservant, Prepis, learning, watching fights
Dislikes: being tied down to one kingdom, being stuck in her room all day, not being able to go anywhere
Fears: being found out, or her secret to Brevia being found
Dream: do just do what she want's
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Extra: She's Bi-Polar, Shes been to the Celicha Woods and the Krips Cave and have lived...not really to tell the tale but shes seen fairies, talked to them, danced in a fairy's ring and some how is still around but she rarely talks about it.
Gaian overseer: Hadies Queen
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Role: The Holy Priestess
Name: Tania Ismeile
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Kingdom: Bradia
Skills: She's a logical genius, and great at solving any problem. She's also an amazing singer, but only Malichae and the birds have heard her sing...
Weapon of choice: She's a pacifist, so she tries to avoid physical conflict.
Appearance: She's taller than most, and very slender. Her cream, wavy hair is normally a mess, and takes forever to fix.
Personality: She's extremely quiet, but not shy. She's always listening and observing, and she's curious about everything. She's patient, kind, and helpful once you get to know her, but she comes off as an odd person at first. She's brave, in her own strange way, and refuses to be held down. Although she is young, she's smarter and wiser than most people in Bradia, and besides the queen, she's the most respected woman in Bradia. When she needs to clear her mind, she'll walk in the woods. She doesn't fear the wild creatures, since Malichae protects her. But she is extremely stubborn, and if you make a bad first impression, she'll hold it against you.
Bio: Being the only child of the Holy Priest was difficult for Tania. Ever since she was able to talk, she had been told who she would become, and was sheltered from the world. Her parents were strict, sometimes brutal. She'd get in trouble for the smallest of things, and has many scars because of her parents' short patience. Then, at age of 13, her mother died of...
odd causes, that no one could explain. Her father almost lost it, and even though he was supposed to be a Holy Priest, something went wrong in his head. Tania got many scars from this period of time, and started to resent the church, and it's god, Malichae. She became quiet and frightened, and good at making herself scarce. But when she was 16, her father also died of mysterious causes, making Tania the Holy Priestess. At first, she was absolutely useless, being that she hated the god. A dream changed that. In the dream, Malichae spoke to her, appearing as a large phoenix. He explained to Tania that he had killed off her parents, and that Tania would be a great leader of an even greater revolution. After that dream, Malichae would often speak to her, and sometimes take control of her body, speaking through her at times. Malichae comforted Tania, and restored her faith in life, herself, and him. Tania began to see things differently, and questioned all that was around her. She became her own person through many, many mistakes. But what she wants to do now, she's not quite sure...
Likes: Logic puzzles, problem solving, helping others, solitude, and quiet.
Dislikes: The war, liars, the slave trade in Bradia, her dead parents, disbelievers of Malichae.
Fears: An irrational fear, but that somehow, her parents will return.
Dream: That the war will end.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iF_zl2HRZ8oExtra: She often walks in the woods, with Malichae with her... even if he's only there in spirit.
Gaian overseer: sadsally514
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Role: Wandering warlock and part time bardic performer
Name: Nyxtari
Gender: Female
Age: appears 28 but is hard to say for certain
Kingdom: None. Nyxtari travels between the kingdoms quite often and chooses to dwell in the forests if she wishes. Her ties to the fey always drags her back to the woods over time but it is not for a long time.
Skills: Language deciphering (mostly written), cooking, musical prowess as a bard
Weapon of Choice: All the spells she can get her hands on, mostly ones to trick and deceive her enemies,
Appearance: As a half-demon, she has stag-like antlers protruding from her head and a whip-like tail that she likes to use to knock people over in combat for advantage. Snowy hair falls just below her butt. Eyes like a sunset in shades of yellows and orange with slit pupils. Her skin is the most striking aspect of her, however, being rose-shaded with mottling of turquoise, magenta and white. It tends to be lighter around the center of her face and more intense along her neck, cheekbones and beyond the corners of her eyes.
Personality: Nyxtari is quick to anger and and owns a snarky side that is expansive as the wilds that she explores. Yet, she cares deeply for the few people that she has nurtured a relationship with.
Bio: Given her race, a half-demon, most people dont seem to enjoy her company as a child and so many of her kind took up a nomadic lifestyle through the woods, wastes and plains of the realm. At that time, her skin was a boring dark red: highly common for half-demons with an infernal bloodline. For years, life was spent in this manner: by hunting with spear, trapping animals and passing down beliefs through oral means.
When she was at the age of twelve, the tribe was making their seasonal trek to a new site for the spring on a journey called the March of Sparrows but soon became lost from the rest of the group in the darkest part of the woods. Alone and scared, she stumbled about but finally came to a clearing in the woods: where the ancient trees all had wizened faces that were frozen in thought. She cared not as she went about to set up camp and soon drifted to sleep.
A voice awoke her from her slumber, and as her eyes fluttered open the scene had changed around her. The woods were still there but the faces were elegant and with life to them; their leaves were green and flecked with gold and stardust. Sitting on a throne of white birch and golden boughs was a man in the same colors as the throne he sat in and eyes that were solid black. He wore a crown of plantlife and gossamer dragonfly wings extended off of his back.
Disdain on his face, the obviously other-worldly being told the young girl that she had set up camp in a portal that led to the court of Prince Nuada the Silver-Handed, the Archfey, and he was not pleased. Apologizing, she feared for her life but he thought on what to do: seeing how weak was at that point but sensing something from her,he offered to teach her the ways of the fey: magic and trickery.
For many years she lived in the court as a student to Nuada, where the effects of the realm had begun to take their effect on her. Skin had turned from red to pink and blue, and upon leaving the fey world she was assigned to search out secret and rare knowledge for the Archfey. But when she finally left, time had been altered: twenty years had gone by in the mortal realm, as the rules of the world and the fey folk's are not the same. She has also been given a small egg which, Nuada claimed, would hatch when the time is right.
Living in the mortal realm, it soon hatched into a small dragon unable to breath fire but shared her curious nature. She has named it Azureth, Azure for short, and he remains her constant travel companion to this day.
Likes: Books, the fey, magic and the arcane, the wild forests of the realm, "primitive" cultures, music of all sorts (save for bagpipes)
Dislikes: The illiterate, warlords, most people, cockroaches, half-orcs, bagpipes
Fears: Being thought as worthless
Dream: Opening a mage university or guild, or begin a circus troupe as a secondary goal
Theme Songs: Inspiriting- Ori and the Blind Forest Soundtrack
Extras: Azureth enjoys annoying people with his high-pitched chirping even though he is capable of telepathically speaking to others. He really only does the speaking to Nyxtari. He has a poison barb on his tail that Nyxtari often milks the poison out of.
Gaian Overseer: Aeyera
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Role: Prepis Heir
Name: Aster Gail Aurellona
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Kingdom: Prepis
Skills: Gifted in both swordsmanship and horseback riding, Aster is quite the independent woman.
Weapon of choice: A long rapier
Appearance: Incredibly light, almost white, hair that waves in soft tendrils to her waist. Her skin is pale with a slight, rose colored flush. She stands at five feet and eight inches with a lean build. Her eyes are dark green with the faintest flecks of gold.
Personality: Aster is a very intelligent and giving individual. Her strong sense of service to her kingdom fuels most of her public actions, whether that be participating in dances with the the common people or throwing a feast as a welcoming celebration to injured soldiers and their families. When away from the public eye, however, Aster is a quiet and gentle soul who enjoys the company of a book or a walk outdoors. She treasures her family and close friends, and puts the need of her people before herself. This heir isn't all golden sunshine, however. She possesses a fiery temper that when ignited is known to lead to thrown punches and choice words. When her deep sense of honor and morality are threatened, Aster is not afraid to protect her ideologies.
Bio: First born of the royal family of Prepis, Aster had a strict childhood. Since she could remember her days have been full of lessons, tutors, and international relations. With seldom time to play, the heir to the throne had little friends. What friends she had were the product of hopeful cross kingdom alliances. So it was these first few years that shaped the young girl's mind. She became a straight laced, perfect proper young lady of society, something her mother valued immensely. Soon her family had more children, and the pressure increased on Aster to become a good role model.
Entering into her teenage years, the heir rounded out and finished her education and traveled out of the kingdom to continue lessons on proper societal standing. When se returned she would be "introduced" into society as the future ruler of Prepis. While abroad, Aster befriended her tutor. The prim and proper princess gradually loosened up and began to form a compassionate side. She developed necessary public skills that would ensure the favor of her future subjects, but she also developed a love for nature and written works. When her teenage years were finished she returned to her home and was introduced officially into Prepis society. The following two years were filled with battle plans, dances, courtships, adventures, and the usual search for a way to end the war.
Likes: Nature, books, stories, animals, long walks, the flower Aster, freedom, peace.
Dislikes: Destruction, unabashed hate, being made a fool off, being trapped indoors.
Fears: Seeing her kingdom fall to ruin.
Dream: See her kingdom prosper in peace as it had done before.
Theme song (optional): --
Extra: Aster has a special affinity for animals, meaning that she is seen as a friendly soul to many different beasts.
Gaian overseer: Literary Freak
Role: One of the Underground's most vicious slave traders.
Name: Thaddeus Blank
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Kingdom: Prepis, once upon a time.
Skills: Thaddeus is an amazing tailor as well as a star seamster. Aside from his passion for the needle he's also a wonderful story teller and actor both with and without puppetry at his side.
Weapon of choice: The Chak; a box filled to the brim with puppet pieces that Thaddeus uses to construct deadly puppets to perform his bidding. With the use of carefully charmed rings he can control them via spirit power. Thaddeus usually carries the box around and due to it's size he often lugs it carelessly. Throughout his studies he's been able to construct five specific puppets as well as casual offensive puppets. Thaddeus can only use about five casual puppets or two of his special puppets at a time, any more might cause his skin to rip. Thaddeus' skin is made of cloth and different bits of thread and his puppets feed off of it.
The Magician: A simple puppet skin wearing the cloth of his old master's robe. It's voice is old and raspy. It's only weapon is a small page from the same book Thaddeus' master once read. This puppet's abilities range from common offensive elemental magic to devastating sleep spells.
The Hermit: An oaken puppet skin wearing a delicately sewn dress made from leaves. It is faceless with no emotion across a wooden space but it's true powers lie in the faces it can replicate. It's powers lie in the art of deception, it can copy any voice Thaddeus has heard once and when alone can even create illusions of the person it copies.
The Chariot: A charming puppet carved from tin. It's armor lights Thaddeus' way in darkness. It's only true power is the ability to grow. It can grow to the size of a grown man and fight using simple weaponry. The armor it wears is the same as a certain knight that once charmed poor Thaddeus.
The World: This puppet is made from simple satin cloth while it's insides are the softest of cotton. The dresses it wears are changed frequently. This puppet is simply something Thaddeus created to keep him happy, it's physical and battle characteristics are nonexistent.
The Death: This puppet has a peculiar smell and it's body has obviously been sewn together with a strange and stretchy cloth unknown to everyone except Thaddeus. This puppet's power lies in poisoning it's victims. It invades the dreams of those sleeping around it and creates wicked nightmares that can often lead someone to madness. This is the vilest of Thaddeus' puppets and his last resort...
Appearance: On first glance Thaddeus is rather attractive. He's about 4'5, very short, with soft white skin and deep red eyes. Upon closer inspection one could easily see where everything is different. Across his body are scars where he has been burned and cut apart only to be sewn and renewed, even parts of his face still have darker patches of cloth still hanging by the most sinful of red threads.
He's a lithe young man with a softly toned and flexible body. Atop his head are two rather long sewing needles sticking straight into bloodless holes. His hair always covers his right ear.
Personality: Malicious, almost insane. Thaddeus lives the life of a shadow walker and calls only the underground his home. Living in the shadows has dulled him to sincerity and the dark powers inside him that forced his heart to become black have even further cursed him. He lies on a whim and dances to his own beat, often confusing people with how unpredictable he really is. Around men he can be quite flirtatious but around certain women, particularly Narcicia, he can be quite sadistic. he enjoys the pain of other's and revels in their suffering. There are rumors in the underground that speak of Thaddeus being a lost soul, someone who took the wrong turn on his path of life. The sickly puppeteer lives for violence and his role as a slave trader has given him little to no respect for the dead or alive.
Bio: Once upon a time there was a beautiful young boy who lived with his father in the kingdom of Prepis. There everything was as happy as could be. For many years the two earned money around the city as performers and shopkeepers. As shopkeepers they sold everything from wonderfully sewn cloth to carved puppets. As performers they used those puppets to charm the people and entertain the weary and worn. Young Thaddeus and his papa were happy! Surrounded by this utopia they lived a simple life with nothing bothering them.
As the monotonous days continued and the war around them raged, Thaddeus' father decided it was time to sell their prized puppetry rings in the underground. They weren't making much money as puppeteers anymore and drastic measures had to be taken. Thaddeus was sent with the rings in hand, to the underground where he was to sell them and make a fortune. In the shadowy underground he found a wizard, a powerful one with not much life left in his bones. Upon meeting Thaddeus he was disguised as a poor begger man trying hard to find his home. Thaddeus helped him and unknowingly sealed his fate... He told the old wizard about his moneyless plight. The wizard then enchanted the rings and told the Thaddeus that he would have to return when all was officially lost, all would make sense then.
Thaddeus returned home with the magic rings and his father couldn't be more unhappy with his son's foolishness, until the next day. Thaddeus donned the rings and used them to create magical occurrences! The strings attached to the rings could attach to any object and give it life! Their abilities were so sought after that the royal family even wished for Thaddeus and his father to entertain them! Everything was beginning to look up and the young boy and his father were happy once again, until the young boy fell in love.
Thaddeus' involvement with the royal family almost forced him into a rather scandalous relationship with a local knight. As the war the two sewn their seeds of love together without ever telling the young boy's father. Unbeknownst to even Thaddeus, the rings were working to decay his heart as well as sell his own father's heart to greed itself. Both of their hearts were becoming black and addicted to money and the happiness they had. Upon telling the young boy's father about his affair, the old man gave into his inner darkness and his old heart collapsed, dying of a rather strange attack.
With his happiness stripped from him Thaddeus turned on his knightly lover, using the magic in his rings to turn his skin into tin and force his existence into that of a magical puppet. Having basically killed a royal knight, he fled with the same box his father used to carry their prized puppets. It was then that the young boy found his old wizard master who confessed to blackening the young boy's fate. This drove Thaddeus to rage and he killed the wizard, turning him into a puppet as well. Little did he know that this was part of the wizard's plan. Should anyone kill or end the life of the wizard, his madness and blackened fate would then be his killer's curse...
Once upon a time a young boy lived happily with his father. Now he wanders the underground with a lack of love as his curse and a new body he never wanted...
Likes: Watching people suffer, charming men, shadows, flowerbeds, his puppets, sewing, patches. Fairy tales, with happy endings.
Dislikes: princesses, stuck up girls, idiotic parental units, rules, sticks in the mud, fire, being called insane. Paper cuts...
Fears: Falling in love again.
Dream: To fall in love with someone whose just like him, a lost soul...someone he can kill beside.
Theme song: Heart of the Marionette
Extra: It's very difficult to truly kill Thaddeus. His curse is like immortality with his age never really changing but it is true that he can be killed. Should one completely sever all of his threads and scatter his body than he will cease to exist. Burning also works. Should Thaddeus have a way to sew himself back together then he will survive. Whenever a patch of cloth is sewn onto him it takes about two days for the cloth to be absorbed and replaced with his silky pale skin.
Gaian overseer: Maxy Wexerg
