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 Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 10:38 am
The Northland RP (working title)
Leif Torvald was born the sole heir of Solveig. His mother died in childbirth and his father never remarried, either out of devotion to his dead wife or because he never found the time, as he spent his days calculating strategies of war. As the years rolled by, more and more of the surrounding territories were assimilated into Solveig, and Leif became a warrior unparalleled to any other, known as the Golden Wolf due to his fierceness in battle and indestructible spirit.
However, as with all ages, the time of conquest was drawing to a close, and King Ulf, Leif’s father, decided that the borders of Solveig had gone far enough and it was time to make peace with those that were their new subjects. Leif would now have to lay down his sword and begin a new battle - marriage. Not any wife would do for the heir of Solveig, however, and so King Ulf called a soothsayer to help Leif in his search for a bride. What she had to say was this:
“To the North, To the North Nobility sleeps, with fair skin and a gentle spirit, this maid with sword shall bring glory to thy country and eternal love to thy heart.”
Taking this advice, Leif left to find his bride, and his father began to plan the wedding ceremony. What truly awaited them, neither father nor son could ever imagine
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 10:42 am
The theme for this RP is Norse / Scandinavian / Viking Age mixed with a touch of Germanic / English feudal period, but it set in a fictional country known as Solveig, which was once an inland country but has now has its western borders at the ocean. Many smaller kingdoms / clans now serve under its banner, but not all are happy with it. Light fantasy and magic is allowed, but no modern devices please.
All manner of characters are accepted, but the only race allowed is Human. Currently, most of the lands surrounding Solveig have either been conquered by it in the past couple of decades, have been ravaged by war, or are expecting to be pulled into it at any time. However, the King of Solveig has decided that their empire has expanded far enough for the time being, and that it's time to work on diplomacy. Please keep this in mind. If you have any questions, or want (a small amount of) help in creating a character, please let me know by PM.
APPLICATION
To apply to this RP, please send me a private message with the following form (though you can add anything you want to it, it’s cool) If you decide to create another country or a territory conquered by Solveig, please include some sort of description about it.
Gaian Name:
Character Name:
Title (if applicable):
Age:
Home:
Appearance Description:
Picture (optional):
Abridged History/Personality:
RP Sample:
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 10:48 am
Accepted Applications
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Gaian Name: Cemaldaanish
Character Name: Leif Torvald
Age: 20
Title: Prince, “The Golden Wolf”.
Parentage: Son of Ulf Torvald, King of Solveig and his wife Sunniva.
Home: Solveig
Appearance: Leif is a large man, towering over six feet tall with a broad, muscular back. Overall his look is rugged, yet handsome, with long straw colored hair and icy blue eyes. Outside of Cold Stone Castle he usually wears at least some semblance of armor, but at home he tends to opt for simple leathers and silken finery topped off with a mantle with a large fur collar. Scattered over his body are numerous battle scars.
Personality: He was raised as a warrior, but is now expected to be a politician. It’s difficult for him to adjust to the world of courtly manners and deception. He collects weapons of all sorts, and has a fondness for beautiful things.
History: See Above
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Gaian Name: Mie-Tanuki
Character Name: Shae Mera ['shay meera'] Age: seventeen
Height: 5'4"
Weight: about 114lbs (he is very slender)
Title: Prince, 'princess (for the competition... or as a nickname)'
Family: The ruling queen, Caitir, and her king, Reagan, as well as three older brothers and three younger ones
Home: Chver ('shavehr' - sha from 'shove' and ver from 'very')
Appearance: :B:B:Bxxx
He has waist-length bright red hair and bright green eyes. His skin is fair and exceptionally smooth, without blimmish. He has a bit of a rosy complexion. He is very slender and short. He usually wears his hair down or in a braid behind himself, but, when dressed as a girl, he wears it in two braids covering his ears. His finger nails are long and perfectly shell-pinked, like a girls (with perfect white ends as well).
Personality: He is, for the most part, confident in himself, which makes it easy for him to feel comfortable no matter how he is dressed. He doesn't often mind change and is usually down-to-earth. Although he is not easily pleased, he doesn't complain much, either. He has a 'good head on his shoulders,' which he has found is basically the equivalent of him seeming quite a lot like apractical woman. Go figure. He doesn't mind this, though, and merely uses it to his advantage. When angered, however, he can have quite a temper.
About Chver: His kingdom has always been peaceful. It is poor as far as gold and jems go, but it is very wealthy due to the clothes they make from the wool of their livestock, as well as the strange agricultural wonders that only their soil seems capable of producing. They are indifferent to travelors and it often takes anyone moving to Chver quite some time to feel comfortable there because the people, although not unkind, don't treat them at all specially. They just get on with life.
Chver, being northern, is very cold in the winter time, and spring and fall are themselves decidedly cool bordering cold. Summer, however, is miraculous. Chver, although wealthy, is a small kingdom and the royals are quite close to their people. The queen rules on high in Chver, rather than the king. They are supportive of gay marriage and are generally open minded.
Gaian Name: izm
Character Name: Kaelin Revoir
Title: prince
Age: seventeen
Home: Kaelin doesn't really have a home - he's a travelor (will be explained in history)
Appearance Description: Although he spends much time in the sun, Kaelin's skin is very pale. His hair is silky smooth and a bit long. He ties his ebony locks back in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. Kaelin is about 5'11" - so perhaps average for a male of his age - and very lean. His golden eyes are exceedingly beautiful and he is often told so.
Picture: chibi!
Abridged History/Personality: Kaelin comes from one of the territories newly conquered by the kingdom of Solveig. In fact, he was the eldest prince of that country (a place called QueGhaz ['kay-gauz']). However, when his country was conquored, he was earged to leave his home by those around him who did not wish him to be set upon by the warriors of Solveig, who were rumoured to have a particularly negative attitude towards QueGahz because of the many years of battling spent there. Kaelin is not much of a warrior, but all the same he has done his best. Once, in fact, he came face-to-face with the prince of that land. Of course, Kaelin wasn't recognized by his station or he likely would have been taken captive.
Kaelin is, for the most part, peaceful, but the almost constant battlings have built into him an anger streak that has become increasingly prominant. He tends to keep to himself, however, and is a bit of a recluse. He is generally distrusting of others due to what happened to his now ravaged land -- as well as the many troubles he has come across on his journey away from his own home.
About QueGahz:
QueGahz is a country on the eastern coast. It is very diverse and exports and imports many things. It is prominent mostly for its trade and for the many wonderous things that can be found there. This country has many jewels and is rich in gem stones as well as other important metals (such as gold and silver). Their jewelry is by far the finest of any. QueGahz is a peaceful country in practice, but generally uses its prominence and trade ties to gain subtle control of other countries. Their millitary has always been strong, in part because they have so much to protect (including gems and people). The men are the rulers of the royal bloodline.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 3:59 pm
((I had trouble coming up with a name for the RP so hopefully that will work for now. I'll make a more detailed description for Solveig soon.))
There was no time to waste. This was a foolish idea, and everyone knew it, or at least, that’s how Leif took his father’s command to follow the advice of some addled gypsy who couldn’t see ten steps in front of her, let alone the future. He had been traveling for days, along with a small assortment of attendants that he now rode past, a blonde demon upon a white stallion that could no longer keep with their dawdling pace through this accursed forest. Of course he’d leave a trail so they might follow, but for now he felt the need to release his anger.
It had never mattered to him who he’d marry. Things like love were for scholars and the weak. Any woman would do for him, and he was sure he could have any woman. They tended to fawn over him, his prowess in battle, his status as prince, his handsome physique. But no, his father had sent him on this foolish journey to find a princess. Well, when he found one, sleeping or not, with or without a sword, he was simply going to claim her and return home. Enough of all this wishy washy fantasy.
For miles, there was nothing but trees on either side of him, disappearing like blurs along with the cadence of hooves upon the path and the clatter of his armor as his mail shirt rattled against his breast plate and epaulettes. But suddenly, something changed and he began to slow. It was the smell of people, and then... the whisper of music tinkling in the music. He had finally found civilization. He slowed his pace and proceeded carefully then, until he found a lone boy, traveling with a large bundle.
“Boy,” he nearly barked, more used to addressing troops than the general populace, “What lies up ahead?” The boy’s eyes grew wide as they zeroed in on Leif’s breastplate and the image of a wolf etched upon it in fine gold. It was as everyone said, the Golden Wolf had come, and he was going to burn everything to the ground, and then everyone wouldn’t have a house, and babies would cry and there wouldn’t be any food...
Leif glared down at the boy, piercing him with eyes of steel as he waited for him to do something other than simply stand there and cower. At last, he simply sighed, then repeated himself, gesturing down the path again. “Where. Am. I.”
“Ch-Chver, Sir.” The boy stuttered, then lowered his glance, careful not to overstep his place. “There’s a festival going on now...” To calm the growing panic of the people, who expected him to come in the future with a much larger processional than he had.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it.” the prince stated blandly, then moved on, continuing toward the sound of music. Chver, huh? There was bound to be something useful to him here.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 7:03 pm
((This is an interesting color. O: ))
The contest was going quite well. All the 'girls' had been quite willing to participate, although there was nothing specifically in it for them (other than being close to royalty, but not all people saw this as a reward), aside from being able to wear (and keep) some very pretty clothing. Although, now that Shae thought about it, the boys were very likely never to wear it ever again unless they were cross dressers.
But that wasn't the point, and it never was, in Chver. The people loved endless celebrations after the end of the long winter (which quite often intruded into their so-called spring), which was usually announced sometime around the beginning of summer or end of spring. In fact, spring had already made two week's progress before the snow had finally decided to withdraw its hold until later in the year.
Shae had (finally) finished braiding his oh-so-very long hair and was currently finishing up his little outfit. It was... cute. The skirt was a bit short for just how cold it was... but the boots, which were black and reached up to his knees, were a rather nice compensation. Someone looking at him could seriously mistake him for a woman.
And then, finally, it was time for the contest to officially begin. None of the other 'girls' even knew who the real princess was, which was a nice little spin.... Unknowing or not, they all lined up single file on the large stage that had been eagerly erected, all smiling brightly. They each had to answer some questions and do some sort of... soemthing. Like a tallent. Shae had several daggers he had decided to juggle, since he supposed that might be rather un-princess-ish. But he would have a while to wait. After all, he was number twenty-seven out of thirty-two.
Meanwhile, he was busy hitching his jaw up in as charming a smile he could muster while the previous twenty-six 'girls' went before him. The deal was, first come, first serve. The first of Chver's people to the pedistal on the stage after all thirty-two 'girls' had presented themselves would be the first to guess, and so on, with only one guess per person.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 8:15 pm
He drew closer to the festival, then dismounted. It was never a good idea to ride one’s horse into a festival while armed, unless you were some sort of raider. It spoiled a good time, and despite his gruff demeanor - Leif never thought of himself of a spoilsport. It was not difficult to gather what was going one from the noisy chattering of the peasantry - most of whom didn’t even seem to notice him as they rushed forward to view the spectacle of ladies in finery.
Leif too sauntered in that direction, waving off girls who tried to sell him wreathes of flowers and boys who offered ribbons to be gifted to one’s lover. No one pressed him too hard, and as he approached the stage, the crowd parted like water. Not everyone liked being too close to a metal suited foreigner who looked as though he’d have no problem cleaving skulls in twain at the slightest provocation. So these were the maidens of Chver, were they? His glance fell upon one “maiden” who had a full mustache. “They make them robust in these parts, eh.” He spoke softly to himself, then smiled. One of these women was apparently a princess. There were worse ways to find a bride.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 2:24 pm
Number twenty-six finished her little ballet number and made a deep, but unpracticed curtsy and back up and Shae, picking up three sharpened daggers in each hand, appreached the front of the stage with a practiced grace. One dagger flew into the air, all on its own, and as it turned to fall it seemed that suddenly all six blades were flying in the air. Shae truly had skilled hands - and hopefully the people would mistake him for some kind of weapons expert with a pretty face.
It lasted only five minutes (as did every performance, more or less), but the croud was kept on baited breath, waiting for the moment when the 'maiden' would make a fatal mistake. But he never did and the daggers continued to fly, Shae smiling the entire time. He finally caught them all deftly all at the same time, made a deep curtsy, and retreated towards backwards as number twenty eight began her singing (in what wa unmistacably not a woman's range).
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 2:38 pm
Leif was mesmerized. Each time the dagger slid up into the air, he watched the graceful hand that sought to catch it. What speed, what dexterity, what bravery. It was all the things he desired in a person. Of course, he was a bit out of touch with reality - as he normally sought out warriors rather that princesses. But why shouldn’t a princess have all the same qualities as a warrior? The better to protect oneself. As Shae stepped back and the baritone began its serenade, Leif kept his stare upon the beauty, attempting to garner his attention. It would be too cruel a fate if that “maiden” were not the princess. He could hardly wait to make his guess, and then abscond with the prize.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 7:00 pm
The final 'girl' finished her tallent - walking with various things ranging from plates to pots to books to, of all things, a brass sculpture of an elephant balanced on top of 'her' head - and then the duke walked onto the stage, beaming. It had been decided that he would be in charge of this event because he had always been particularly convivial and was thus the perfectly enthusiastic choice for such a prime festival.
"Alright, so it's first come, first serve. Now, the girls here-" a small chuckle eminated from the crowd "- would like to remind you of their numbers." And each 'maiden' held up a peice of scroll with their number written carefully in exact black.
Shae's eyes scanned the crowd, smiling broadly in a perfect stage-type glamour. Of course he didn't notice a particular glance among the crowd - there were oh so many people staring at him and it was quite flattering after a life in the background from being the middle prince. And Chver did have warriors... although few of them. All in all, his gaze did not linger on the, unknown to him, foreign prince.
There was immidiately a hustle to get to the podium and the first man to reach it was a tall, but weedy man, who was evidently very successful at slipping through crowds. "Number thirteen?" he asked, looking quite confedent. Number thirteen was tall and broad-shouldered, but slender, with short, curly brown hair. 'She' smiled and shook 'her' head slowly and the man strode from the podium, looking disapointed, but in a good-natured sort of way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:19 pm
What was so funny, Leif wondered. Perhaps it wasn’t humor but good spirits that led to the laughter of the people, as those from Chver did seem a bit peculiar. He did not waste time in his movement towards the podium, making true the statement that he was as quick and predatory as the wolf, and twice as fierce. Only one other person edged in front of him, but Leif was quick to grasp him by the collar and gently put him aside so that he might approach instead.
Once in position, he cleared his throat, then made sure to glance over the remaining maidens (as he continued to believe with an admirable sort of naivete) just in case he was mistaken - which, of course, he was certain he was not. “Well then,” he began, pausing as a passing breeze swam through his golden mane, “It is clear to me, that the princess is... of course...” He looked through them again quickly, then let his gaze fall back upon Shae again, his eyes full of something quite different from shrewdness. “Number twenty seven. As she is surely the fairest among thousands.” They say love is blind, after all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:31 pm
Shae watched the race to the podium, that same, broad smile plastered sweetly on his features. His eyes fixed almost immidiately on the larger of the two - a blonde man wearing some sort of armor that the prince couldn't quite make out.... He seemed somewhat... out of place amongst the rest of merry-makers. He seemed much too... serious.
He caught the other's glance and feeling of - was it dread? No... anticipation, perhaps - filled him as the other continued. He stepped forward and gave the crowd - and the man - a deep curtsy, fit for a princess. "That would be correct," he replied, his bright smile still in place. He became all too aware of just how too-short a skirt he was wearing as the collective gazes of the people fixed on him. In any normal circumstance, a bright blush might have broken out over his features - but he had to continue to masquarade of an elegant princess and only a gentle pink tingue touched his cheeks.
He turned and faced the man before walking slowly to him and stopped, a mere three feet from him, to curtsy once again before his bright emerald orbs met the other's blue ones. He studied the other's features closely - after all, this was a man he would be accompanying for an entire week.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:47 pm
But of course it was. Sheer delight overcame the prince as he heard the answer, and though he had ruined the game a bit too prematurely, he didn’t mind at all. There was no sense in letting one of these commoners win such a delightful beauty simply in the name of sport. Leif laughed aloud in his joy, then stepped forward, kneeling down upon the stage close to his prize. “Please allow me to introduce myself, M’lady,” he spoke in a tone not quite gruff but hardly chevalier as he extended a hand up towards Shae, “I am Leif Torvald of the House Torvald, Prince of Solveig and... your humble servant.” He said everything so precisely, it was clear that he thought quite a lot of himself, but wasn’t into bravado and being too showy.
In fact, there was little on his mind regarding being in the presence of the “princess” he had just become acquainted with. He thought of his attendants now - how slow they were, and how once they arrived he could give his gift to the king of this land, send a messenger back to Solveig, then make his way home with a new bride. Obviously, Leif thought in absolutes - and this marriage was in the bag. After all, who -wouldn’t- want to marry the Golden Wolf of Solveig?
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:57 pm
And it was then that Shae, one hand raised to cover his mouth, realised just why the man seemed so... serious. He was a foreigner. A foreigner who thought he was an actual 'princess.' And, apparently, a fellow prince - and not just any prince, but the sole heir to the kingdom of Solveig, which was currently dominant.
And he thought Shae was a princess.
It didn't take the young prince very long to piece things together - and when he did, he flushed fully from his ears, to his cheeks and all the way down to his neck. He looked slightly horrified for a moment before his natural grace swept over himself once more and he extended his hand to the other's, an elegant smile in place on his perfectly rosy lips.
If Leif wanted a princess... well, that was what he was going to get. For a week, anyway.... (The 'servant' part was quite enticing, after all, and a part of Shae's mind was already at work.)
"I am honoured, My Lord," he replied, willing his already naturally girlish voice to become even more femenine as he smiled down at the other. "But please, there is no need for you to remain on your knees. Would you care to join me? For some tea, if that is to your liking?"
All in all, Shae was rather pleased with his immitation, but he wasn't sure if the other would be convinced or not.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:18 pm
Lips brushed across the back of Shae’s hand before Leif would stand, his eyes transfixed upon the fingers that had so deftly handled those daggers. There was something different about them, they seemed a bit larger than any other woman’s he had handled. “Your hands...” he trailed off, before staring down Shae with those vibrant eyes of his once more, “They’re extraordinary.”
Throughout his life, people had told Leif that he came on too strongly. He would often argue that he was only speaking his mind, but there were two types of people in the world - the delicate and the steadfast. A princess was a delicate being, he reminded himself, and at once he let go of Shae’s hand, clearing his throat. It was too early to be fawning over her various appendages - and there were many he hadn’t even begun to dream about. “Yes. Tea. An excellent idea. Lead the way.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 9:29 pm
(( 8D;;; Ohdear. Cammy, you totally and completely crack me up.))
Shae worked veryvery hard to smother a slight giggle at the other's sudden and short words. At the very least, the foreign prince seemed quite taken with the "princess'" beauty. That would hopefully keep the other's eyes (and mind) occupied while Shae figured out exactly how he needed to... act to be convincing.
It would be fun, by all means, although his better judgement should have been nagging at him not to mess with such delicate affairs as the meetings between other kingdoms and his own.
"Thank you," he murmured, making a deffinate effort to sound gracious rather than amused. "Although I am not sure that they are so extraordinary in comparison to other girl's hands, which have not been scarred from daggar practice." This was, for the most part, untrue. Shae's skin was perfectly porcelein white and smooth and, although he did have small scars, they were mostly healed over.
He offered the other his arm - formal style, deciding it would be best to remain with formalities at least for now - and led him down the stairs and towards the palace.
The walk was pleasant, but quite short. The royalty was litterally close to their people. He spoke softly to a servant before turning to beam at the prince and lead him to one of his kingdom's many gardens.
"I do hope you find everything here to you liking. You have, ahh... found us unprepared," he offered with a small, slightly appologetic and perfectly princess-ish smile. This was proving to be quite amusing.
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