-The Choosing (FULL)-

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The Story
"You must be married in order to inherit the throne." His parents' words ring softly in his ears as he stares out the balcony window, the sunset hitting his eyes just right. He opens the doors to the balcony, taking a deep breath of fresh air. His eyes sweep the landscape before him, sending excitement through him. This is his kingdom. His realm.

All he has to do is find a bride. Easier said than done. For there are many willing girls that could easily pass as a princess. Many pretty girls. But his mother's words were sharp in memory. "She must be the One, Dace. The one that you'll love forever. Once you find that love, you will be able to handle this kingdom. It shall be yours."

He closes his eyes, rests his hands on the balcony rail and feels the strong wind lift him up a little. He doesn't know what to do. How will he find the "One"? How will he be sure she is the one? His father simply wants him to find a bride. A rich bride, someone with good blood and such forth. But of course, being his mother, the Queen suggested he find someone who could love him. She made it much more difficult.

Suddenly, he knows what to do. He has a plan, something that will work. He quickly turns and enters his gilded chamber, the servants shutting the balcony door for him. "Fetch the Royal Secretary." he says, snapping his fingers. A servant hobbles away, coming back with a hairy, pot-bellied man in tow.

"Your majesty called?" The man bows. Or tries to bow. Dace nods, turning to face the man.
"Write this down. Prince Dace Christopher Daniel Westchimer invites all eligible you maidens to come immediately to the Westchimer Palace. One of them shall be selected to wed the prince, himself. Invitations shall be sent everywhere within this kingdom, and every single maiden shall come here, even if she is poor and homeless."
Shocked, the Royal Secretary gapes for a moment before he pulls out a writing pad. "Y-yes, your majesty. These shall be sent as soon as is possible." The prince nods.

The Invitation

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[b]{ { вαѕιc ιɴғorмαтιoɴ[/b]

[list][size=85][color=#808080]๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ  :: (full name)[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe  :: (nickname)[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ αɢe ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ ɢeɴder ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ sexualιтy ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ вιrтн dαтe ::[/color][/size][/list]

[b] { { ιɴ тнe мιrror[/b]

[list][size=85][color=#808080]๑ нeιɢнт ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ weιɢнт ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ eye coloυr ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ вody тype  ::[/color] 
[color=#808080]๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ ::[/color]
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[list][size=85][color=#808080]๑ memoir  :: (history)[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ perѕoɴαlιтy ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ lιĸeѕ :: [/color]
[color=#808080]๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: [/color]
[color=#808080]๑ ғeαrѕ ::[/color][/size][/list]

[b]{ { relαтιoɴѕ[/b]

[list][size=85][color=#808080]๑ cяusн ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ lovєя ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ ĸιɴ :: (family)[/color]  [/size][/list]

[b]{ { oтнer [/b]
[list][size=85][color=#808080]๑ peтs ::[/color]
[color=#808080]๑ ѕтαтuѕ :: (peasant, wealthy, royalty, etc.)[/color][/size][/list]

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The Prince
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Princess
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Princess
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Princess
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Peasant
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Peasant
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Peasant
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{ { вαѕιc ιɴғorмαтιoɴ

๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Dace Christopher Daniel Westchimer
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Dace
๑ αɢe :: 18
๑ ɢeɴder :: Male
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: May 7

{ { ιɴ тнe мιrror

๑ нeιɢнт :: 5'11"
๑ weιɢнт :: 150 lbs
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: Gray eyes
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: Brown with blonde streaks
๑ eye coloυr :: Gray
๑ вody тype :: Muscled, slightly lean
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Dace doesn't look like most princes. While their stomachs are utterly full with all sorts of goodies from the royal kitchen, his is modestly tight and is packed with abs. He usually wears white shirts with puffy sleeves, brown, simple belts, brown leggings, black leather boots. He likes wearing disguises, although his parents do not approve. Some times, he dresses like page boys and explores around the castle. He's quite skinny for a prince, he has neat biceps that every girl finds quite lovely, and his face is perfectly chiseled.

{ { вeɴeαтн тнe ѕĸιɴ

๑ memoir :: He was born on May seventh, in the Westchimer palace. His mother, Queen Daisley and his father, King Trent are both loving parents, although his father is quite stern. He's wealthy, as he is a prince. He's lived in the Westchimer palace his whole life, and has tutors to teach him.
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: He's known for his mischievous ways, but they always mean good. While he flirts with the maids and servants, they don't really mean anything. He's kind to them, but still appears a bit spoiled, demanding everything he wants. He's polite for a young man, intelligent because of his top-notch tutors. He's sarcastic to say the least, but is quite pleasant with his humor.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: Dace loves giving gifts, and coming up with the most sweetest ideas.
๑ lιĸeѕ :: Girls with humor, animals, nature, exploring, strawberries, simple things
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: storms, snow, being angry, shouting, weeds, overly fancy things, gossip
๑ ғeαrѕ :: Sometimes his father, ducks

{ { relαтιoɴѕ

๑ cяusн :: No one's really interested him yet.
๑ lovєя :: He's probably wooed a couple of girls, but he wouldn't know.
๑ ĸιɴ :: Single child, royal parents, his many royal relatives live scattered around the world. Many of them married off to some foreign king, prince, queen, princess.

{ { oтнer

๑ peтs :: Doesn't really have any personal pets, but he does enjoy visiting the royal kennel.
๑ ѕтαтuѕ :: Royalty

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{ { вαѕιc ιɴғorмαтιoɴ



๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Rowan Valentio Balisco
Rowan Valentina Balasco are easy words to pronounce.
It's simply: Ro- wan Val - en - tino; Bal - is - co.
To be honest she not one of those people who,
when you call her by your full name, she dosn't bite your
head of. Rowan was named by her older sister, Libby,
who had the opportunity to do so. Her parents name were
Vanessa and Tino - and some swapping here and there, it
created Valentina. Her mum and dad were born Italian and
have passed down their genetics onto Rowan, their last name
Blalasco. Rowan is fine with her ordinary name, but here and
their she enjoys Valentina.

๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: The Huntress
Rowan has been known to sneak out early in the mourning,
put on her hunting jacket and enter the kings privet lands.
She spends exactly two hours hunting and filling up her sack.
She can hit a rabbits eye from a mile away and sense the wind
with a flick of the leaves. She's an excellent hunter who
feeds most of the village.
๑ αɢe ::
Seventeen
Yes, I am one year younger than the futuer king and young
to marry. Seventeen.
๑ ɢeɴder :: Female.
Isn't it rude of you to ask? I'm a female, amazing I know?
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight.
Anouther rude question of you to ask? I may be a peasent
but I still have feelings.
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: 8th October
It was a bitter, overcast sunday on the 8th of October
that Blair popped into the world. Rain was hammering
on the windowsill sending shadows dancing in the hospital
room, which an exhausted mother was cradling a wrinkled
baby.
The baby was called Rowan; the baby was her.
Her birth was a little worrying; since she was two weeks
to late. It turned out that they needn't of worried though,
since she came out fit and healthy. Blair was a little late
to walk in her family, but no problems were caused from
that. She is intelligent for her age, and exceeds the
standard level in art and english. Her parents think it's in
the jeans, even though no one in the family possess' her
raw gift. Birthday's are just another event in her life, just
like Christmas and Easter, and like everyone else enjoy the
moment of tearing the wrapping. She's not really
expectant to get big presents, because her family is about
average in money.



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๑ нeιɢнт :: 5'4
๑ weιɢнт :: 126 lbs

๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: A thin scar running along
her jawline from a hunting accident.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: Flaming red hair cascades
down it stops untill the begining of her ribs.
๑ eye coloυr :: Ash grey
๑ вody тype :: Fatter then most of the
people in her village due to hunting, but still slim for her
age.
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ ::
When you pass her in the street, I would be lying
that you wouldn't turn your head. Because you
would; female or male, young or old. Many
people say that the reason is that she's pretty,
or that she has a face of emotion. Her ash-grey
eyes are playful; energetic; full of life;
mischievous; the list goes on and on. She wears
eyeshadow, often a smokey look. Her face has let
it's chubbiness behind in a distant memory, taking
on the role of teenager that loves to laugh. It radiates
pleasure when praised; crumples when sad; frowns
when angry and confused. This face can do many
emotions. Her raspberry coloured lips hardly ever
have lipstick on; but when she does it's often a shiny
lip gloss.
She often likes to smile, and often does it without
realising it.Not one of those strained smiles that make
you look like a weirdo but one of those carefree,
contagious ones. Her eyebrows are lightly trimmed,
making them fade into the background of her looks,
unimportant.

With a slender, tall physique that stands five foot four,
she is mostly the one who's looks up to her friends.
She's not to skinny or to fat, she an average. She wears
casual clothes; trousers and a simple top but for
hunting it's a complete diffrent matter. Biker boots;
denim jeans; a leather jacket and a bow and arrow
she's not a person to be messed with. Her flaming red nateral
hair frames her face and it is layered ina few places.


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[color=#808080]๑ memoir ::
[size=85] Rowan was born into a family
who survived by hunting. And the only decent
prey wass in the Kings forest. It was all going
well when one day a buyer of their good catch
betrayed them for a sack of giold coins. One day,
when rowan was five, her family passed a gaurd in
the street. They were reconised and killed in that spot.
Luckily Rowan was left at home. It seems they didn't
know about a third child... /size]
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy ::
[size=85]Rowan is a quiet girl who's not afraid
to speak what's on her mind. She is
mostly in her own little bubble,
with only a few treasured people allowed
into it. She loves to be who she is - crazy.
Naturally she disdains physical work and
can be quite bossy at times when it comes
to being a leader. Rowan is quite passinote
about her hunting, and when you critizise her
you'd expect an arrow quivering above your
head. She can be imaginative and curious at
times, and find it hard to take advice. Most of
the time she can be a bit stubborn,
and she likes to work independently. Rowan
can suffer from various mood swings that
makes it quite hard to decide if she is being mean
or rude. Rowan's quiet intensity is difficult for
others to understand and thus, she is on guard
for fear of being ridiculed or criticised.
Most of the time she loves the outdoors and buries
herself in numerous books. Rowan also has a happy
and hyper mood where he just won't care about what
people tell her to do and not to do. It's more like a
happy-go-lucky phase, where she just has a smile
glued onto her face. She'll do anything in that mood,
because all she's really thinking about is having a
good time.
Rowan has numerous dislikes, all in different areas...
She doesn't like beetroot; beetroot sauce, beetroot
smell...all complete no no. Hockey is also a thing that
Rowan has grown a dislike of, she's horrible at it.
If you see her play it — shield your eyes. Rowan
hates annoying people, and people who are annoying.
Rowan HATES people mispronouncing her name...
Its simple guys!
Sand getting in her hair and her eyes
when she's lying down on the beach.
She disdains musicals.
Rowan has a truckloads full of likes...
Reading, Rowan just loves the sensation of being
buried by a book — not literally though... That realy
hurts... Photography; drawing, (mostly sketching);
hunting, especialy hunting; winter; ice skating;
listening to music; chocolate; movies; animals;
light blue and dark blue.

๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: She can imitate animal noises,
especialy wolf howls and dog growls. Also she is a bit dislexic.
[color=#808080]๑ lιĸeѕ :: Hunting
Rowan has a truckloads full of likes... Reading, Rowan just loves
the sensation of being buried by a book — not literally though...
Photography; drawing, (mostly sketching); hunting, especialy hunting;
winter; ice skating; listening to music; chocolate; movies; animals;
light blue and dark blue.
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: Being told that she's rubbish at hunting.
Rowanhates annoying people, and people who are annoying. Rowan
HATES people mispronouncing her name... Its simple guys!
Sand getting in her hair and her eyes when she's lying down on the
beach. She disdains musicals.
๑ ғeαrѕ :: Being find out that she hunts.

{ { relαтιoɴѕ


๑ cяusн :: none
๑ lovєя :: none
๑ ĸιɴ :: All died

{ { oтнer

๑ peтs :: a rare, golden eagle.
๑ ѕтαтuѕ :: peasant

wip

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{ { вαѕιc ιɴғorмαтιoɴ

๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Lotus Michelle Summers
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Just Lotus is fine.
๑ αɢe :: 17.
๑ ɢeɴder :: Female.
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight.
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: Oct. 12.

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 5ft. 2in.
๑ weιɢнт :: 108 pounds.
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: Nothing really.
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: Straight blonde, down to mid-chest.
๑ eye coloυr :: Light ice-blue.
๑ вody тype :: Hour glass.
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Like most from where she comes from, she is of the working class meaning she is not weak and helpless. She does try and stay looking alright, which is why her hair is up most of the time in a bun or wrapped up in something. She is not thin, but has more of an hourglass figure.

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๑ memoir :: Well from the start of her life she was out on her own for the most part, after her parents died from a house fire. She also lost her only sibling that day in the fire, all starting at a very young age. She was latter moved to an orphange or what she would call more a prison. She lived there until she was about 15 when they kicked her out because of things she was doing. She hated it, so she snuck out alot trying to find some better place to go then where she was at the time. After they made her leave, she found herself working at a dress shop where she did well or better then at other things. She more the less grow up at the dress shop after that, living and staying where ever she could for the last two years of her life.
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: She is a very out going person, to start out with at the least. For all of her life she had been more of a trouble maker, more because of what happened to her in the past. She is loving if you get to know her, but she never really gets that close to anyone before it happens making her kind of shy around others. She hates rules, more becuase the rules she was used to kept her locked up in the house she had lived in for her life.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: She is not like others and does not like to be compaired to other.
๑ lιĸeѕ :: She loves animal, in case you forgot. She also likes, running, swimming, and drawing.
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: She does not like when people think they are better then other, because they have more money. She also does not like fire, snobs, and being alone.
๑ ғeαrѕ :: She is deathly afraid of thunder stomrs, more because of the thunder then the storm. She also is scared of being alone, being left, and being yelled at.

{ { relαтιoɴѕ

๑ cяusн :: None.
๑ lovєя :: None.
๑ ĸιɴ :: Deceased.

{ { oтнer

๑ peтs :: She has one dog named Maggie.
๑ ѕтαтuѕ :: Peasant.

{ Here you go. Photo also not mine. }

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[Aniki]

{ { вαѕιc ιɴғorмαтιoɴ

๑ ғυll deѕιɢɴαтιoɴ :: Roisin (row-SHEEN) Saoirse (SEER-sha) O’Brien
๑ coммoɴ ɴαмe :: Rori
๑ αɢe :: Seventeen
๑ ɢeɴder :: Female
๑ sexualιтy :: Straight
๑ вιrтн dαтe :: October 26th

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๑ нeιɢнт :: 5’ 6”๑ weιɢнт :: 120
๑ dιѕтιɴcтιve ғeαтυreѕ :: Freckles all over her skin
๑ нαιr coloυr / leɴɢтн :: Orange hair with hints of gold and red that flows down to her mid back. Her hair is naturally wavy.
๑ eye coloυr :: Hazel
๑ вody тype :: Slim but athletic
๑ ғull pнyѕιcαl descrιpтιoɴ :: Roisin is often called Ireland’s wild-child. Her hair flows freely (mainly because it is near impossible to tame her wild locks) and sparkles in the Irish sunshine. Her hair is usually the first thing that attracts admires to the young Irish princess. Next would be her hazel eyes. They have a rich green outer ring and a honey brown center. Her lips are soft pink and usually held in a happy smile. Freckles dance across her pale skin. She is naturally small in shape but has a very athletic look to her.

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๑ memoir :: Roisin was born into a large family. She is the only daughter of Cormac and Sheila O’Brien of Ireland. Growing up with four older brothers, this young princess had to be tough to keep up. By the age of six she was skilled in archery as well as her older brothers. She was a very active princess who could switch from being a wild-child to a well behaved princess. By the age of ten, she started getting romantic admirers. Her parents however did not rush her into choosing a husband or forcing her into an arranged marriage. They want her to marry for love.
๑ perѕoɴαlιтy :: She is known for her sharp tongue that tends to get her into trouble. She has a fire that burns brightly inside her, showing off her compassion and wit. Roisin knows she is an attractive girl, but she doesn’t flaunt around the courts. She would rather be in the royal library than having to sit through a royal council meeting. She tends to open up more to the servants of the Court and to the animals around the Court. She is a free spirited girl who comes in a small package but is filled with a kind heart.
๑ rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: She loves to go on hunts.
๑ lιĸeѕ :: Animals, dancing, poetry, reading, history lessons, traveling, blackberries, and sweets.
๑ dιѕlιĸeѕ :: War/battles, mathematics, being indoors for too long, gossip, sour things, spiders, and snakes.
๑ ғeαrѕ :: Roisin is very much afraid of losing her father or one of her brothers in battle. That and thunder storms.

{ { relαтιoɴѕ

๑ cяusн :: None at the moment, but she is excited for being invited to the Westchimer palace to meet Prince Dace.
๑ lovєя :: She hasn’t had a lover.
๑ ĸιɴ :: Her parents Cormac and Sheila O’Brien; her brothers Áron O’Brien, Tomás O’Brien, Néall O’Brien, and Alastar O’Brien; and her lady-in-waiting Katherine.

{ { oтнer

๑ peтs :: The royal dogs are shared by the whole family, but she has an Irish Wolfhound named Tate that is her personal dog.
๑ ѕтαтuѕ :: Princess of Ireland

[Veja]

(Can I reserve the French princess? :3)