B e t r o t h e d. {C L O S E D}

[Monster.]

Savannah

I sigh an dlook down at my dress as the other woman stand next to me and in front of me. I looked around form people to poeple,looking for my sisters. . .after seeing some. I frown lightly,i haven't even met him or even know of his name at this point. My parents are forcing me to marry,but what if where nothing to be alike then where just stuck together.

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{{-sorry Doll Face, but the last girl has just been reserved. I would have told you earlier however my internet was not cooperating. Oh, and I will post the responses to my characters in a bit. -}}

[shadows~light]

((Sorry to change to just their first names, but it's just easier for me.))

.:Ian:.

I looked around the room. Half the people in it were family, close to me and safe. The other half? People I've never met, yet one will soon become my wife. I then realized that the other family has more men than I have sisters. They must be shaking of worry that they won't get a wife. Good thing I'm not nervous, but I am anxious. I don't like not knowing which one of these women would be married to me for the rest of our lives.

.:James:.

I looked across the room looking over everyone in the other family. I did a head count, then did the same to my own family. My heart sank. My family has more boys than the other family has girls. Unless one of their daughters just stepped out of the room for a moment, either me or one of my brothers won't have a spouse. Most likely it will be me, considering I am the middle son. The oldest is guaranteed a wife, and the youngest would take it the worst if he didn't get one.

[lady.]

{ It's fine ^-^ Oh and I love your Siggy x3 I keep laughing my bum off whenever I see it xD }

[snowshoe.]

|| Gabriel || the playboy || 22 ||

"...imperfection is beauty..."
N a m e: Gabriel Pereira Ortega
N i c k n a m e s: ...Gabriel.
G e n d e r: Male.
A g e: 22
H e i g h t: 6'4'' ft.
W e i g h t: 150 lb.
H a i r. C o l o r: A rich toffee brown, with blonde highlights streaked throughout.
S k i n. T o n e: Definitely not one of the most tan on earth, but he's far from sickly pale. He simply has a fair complexion.
E y e. C o l o r: A deep blue, rimmed by a thin band of darker, royal blue.
P i e r c i n g s: Gabriel has two piercings, both small silver loops on his right ear.
T a t t o o s: On one of his drunk escapades, he snuck off into town and had the words 'Por Siempre' etched onto the underside of his forearm. Despite the less-than-stellar events leading to the tattoo, he's thankful he got it, as the words mean a lot to him, and he hadn't had the strength to get the tattoo before. No one knows why the words have any significance to him.
A r r a y. O f. C l o t h i n g: Gabriel dresses formally whenever he can, though he is known to sometimes pad around the palace barefooted wearing only his untucked white dress shirt and black pants. Basically, he enjoys both looking disheveled and wearing tuxes, they both work for him.


"...madness is genius..."

P e r s o n a l i t y: Gabriel is, at least on the surface, exactly what you'd expect him to be. A playboy. Sarcastic. Nonchalant. A liar. Any stereotype you have of suave rich teens, he fits it. But on the surface.

Though Gabriel makes it a point to flirt with anything that walks on two legs (regardless of gender, not surprisingly), its possible for him to... settle. He's only fallen in love once, and it was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him. Intoxicating, wonderful, and painful. He loves too hard for his own good, so he tries as hard as he can to seem like an cruel flirt and nothing else, because if he becomes infatuated... he's lost.

When he's not toying with people's emotions, he's very sarcastic and uncaring in conversation.

((bleh i couldn't make his personality come out right. let me rp him.))
H i s t o r y: { at least one detail paragraph.}
C u l t u r e Spanish.
L i k e s: -hot men/women.
-someone who cares.
-pretending.
-talking. -smoking/drinking.

D i s l i k e s: -aristocrats.
-love.
-pretending. (not a mistake)
-marriage.
-people who can figure him out.
L a n g u a g e: English and Portuguese.
C r u s h: None.
R e l a t i o n s h i p. S t a t u s: Single, of course.
W a n t. I n. A. P a r t n e r: He doesn't want one. He can't want one.
O t h e r: Since Gabriel is someone with a very false personality and many fronts, he's very hard to understand. Pay more attention to him and his thoughts in the roleplay than this form.

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{{- accepted. Thanks. -}}

[kuskie,]

Looking at his brothers for a few minutes, it finally dawned on him that there wasn’t really a way out of this. Turning his attention down out one of the windows he could faintly see the trees outside and started to wonder if he would somehow managed to make his way out of the place towards the trees. Away from all of the marriage stuff. Shifting in his spot where he was standing he started to slowly look at his tie, wondering if it was actually done up properly or if he had stuffed it up again. On rare occasions he would wear ties and suits and this was one of those very rare occasions, only this one was forced. “Is this done right?” he asked after a second before fixing his tie up, essentially undoing it than redoing it.
Shaking his head he looked at the others that seemed to be around the place. All he wanted to do was get out of here, maybe he felt sorry for the girl that he would apparently be marrying. Both of them didn’t have a choice after all right?

Logan Gomez : Betrothed to Maria Ortega

[lady.]

|| Eris || the icicle || 19 ||

"...imperfection is beauty..."
N a m e:Eris Catherine Ortega
N i c k n a m e s:Just Eris
G e n d e r:Female
A g e:19 Years Old
H e i g h t:5'8"
W e i g h t:123 lbs
H a i r. C o l o r:Dark Brown
S k i n. T o n e:Pale, almost white
E y e. C o l o r:Light Hazel
P i e r c i n g s:Only ear piercings
T a t t o o s:None
A r r a y. O f. C l o t h i n g:Being the picky girl she is, Eris has a variety of clothes in her closet. Usually she trusts her maid to pick out her outfit, but on special occasions, she will pick them herself. Her dresses are mostly made out of fine silk or lace. She just loves lace. For the makeup, let's just say you can find rarely any on her face.


"...madness is genius..."

P e r s o n a l i t y:Eris isn't called The Icicle for nothing. Being sophisticated and smart, Eris is a cold beauty. Her intentions on life are very simple. Be queen, get married, and then have children. Her presence might be a little chilling at first, but once you get to know her, she's okay. Okay, sure, maybe Eris is a little mean. She just has a hard shell, that all. Another thing about Eris that scares a lot of people is that she always gets to make the decisions. If she doesn't like something you did, it's an immediate trip to her bad side, and usually, if you are on her bad side, you stay there. If you're thinking that Eris is heartless, you are wrong. Very wrong. Although Eris may come off as a bit of a pain, she's kinda a sweetheart. Well, a sweetheart to the people she likes, and there isn't a lot of people she likes. After a little while, you can get used to her cold nature.

Since you only know Eris's outside layer, let's dig in deeper. Eris is a girl of many talents. One of those talents are hiding emotions. For example, if Eris is fuming, she will keep that anger inside and give you a calm smile. But sometimes, she just can't keep locking them away from everyone else. Her fury is one of the things she can't keep hidden. It's like there's a time bomb inside of her, just waiting to burst. Even the most smallest things can tick her off, like spilling a drink on her 5,000 dollar dress. Okay, that's not a very small thing but you get the idea. She's a bit of a procrastinator and will speak her mind if you try to talk back. Rudeness is another thing that Eris hates. Don't be rude, it's quite annoying. Sure, Eris can be a little rude herself, but it's not like she does it all the time.

So, you see, Eris is a lot of things. But not funny. No, never funny. She can't even crack a simple witty joke! And if she does, it's usually one that no other can understand but herself. Even though she isn't funny, she can crack or smile. Or better yet, a laugh, but it's rarely seen on her face. The closest thing to a smile is a little turn up on her lips. Eris never really was a happy person.
H i s t o r y:Her background is very simple, yet she often brags about how good it was. Eris was born normally like her siblings, she didn't get diagnosed with a disease or anything like that. By the time she entered the world, she already had lots of older big brothers and sisters. Being a shadow in their light, Eris was the least loved in her big family. Of course her parents still cared for her, but sometimes she thought she was born just to see her siblings shine in glory while she was down in the dumps. That all changed when Eris turned 13. She turned into the daughter her parents adored and always tried to make everyone proud.

C u l t u r e Spanish.
L i k e s:
✔ Music
✔ Getting What She Wants
✔ Being Organized
✔ Making Her Parents/Siblings Proud
✔ Winter
✔ New Ideas
D i s l i k e s:
✘ Surprises
✘ Being Embarrassed
✘ Spiders
✘ Rats
✘ Immaturity
✘ Fairytales
L a n g u a g e:Eris speaks Italian and Spanish fluently. Seeing her parents hired a private language tutor, Eris can speak German, French, Portuguese, and of course English. The only language she can speak but not fluently is Greek.
C r u s h:Eris plus love never works out.
R e l a t i o n s h i p. S t a t u s:Single, very single.
W a n t. I n. A. P a r t n e r:Eris wants someone unique. Maybe a little bit of a bad boy, but she still wants him to have some sense.
O t h e r:N/A

[ossa di cervo]

|| Izydora || the Quiet || 18 ||

"...imperfection is beauty..."
N a m e: Izydora Faith Gomez
N i c k n a m e s: She mostly goes by the name Faith simply because she can't stand Izydora. Though some people do call her Izy or Dora.
G e n d e r: Female
A g e: Eighteen
H e i g h t: 5'6
W e i g h t: 135 or so.
H a i r. C o l o r: A nice light brown color is natural sun highlights. Nothing truly special.
S k i n. T o n e: A very light tan.
E y e. C o l o r: A nice bright blue.
P i e r c i n g s: None.
T a t t o o s: x
A r r a y. O f. C l o t h i n g: Elizabeth tries to avoid any kind of dress, though she is usually thrown into some at some points. She honestly wears anything that is thrown at her.








"...madness is genius..."

P e r s o n a l i t y: Izy is quiet and keeps to herself. She has a very apathetic atmosphere about her and she usually never is seen smiling or being happy. She walks about with a dead look her eyes and her voice is somewhat flat. It's as if she's already died on the inside or everyone in her life that used to be important has already passed away. When the girl does get attached though it's sometimes hard to get rid of her though not much changes. She lets the occasion smile fly by and the very rare, hollow chuckle escape, but otherwise she's usually very silent and "dead". She's just waiting for someone to change all that about her. When the girl wants she can be horribly manipulating, turning her dead gaze into a seductive gaze and she more or less, nows just what to say. She can be a dark, mysterious person when she wants to be, though that (like any other emotion) is a rare sight.
H i s t o r y: There was a time when Izy was the life of a room. She used to be a joyous kid, always laughing and sometimes even bullying her siblings, but something in her changed. No one is quiet sure what, but she suddenly stopped laughing and smiling. She stopped seeing the point in living as a princess and getting whatever she wanted. Where was the work that most other people had to do to get what they wanted?

If she were to ever cut her hair!

C u l t u r e Spanish.
L i k e s: Her cat, animals, the quiet outdoors, being alone, working for what she wants, people that try and talk to her.
D i s l i k e s: Crowds, sarcasm, rain, speaking her mind, her long hair.
L a n g u a g e: Just spanish, she's not big on learning new languages.
C r u s h: She isn't impressed at the moment.
R e l a t i o n s h i p. S t a t u s: Single.
W a n t. I n. A. P a r t n e r: Someone who can actually bring back the smiling prankster again. Simplicity and bliss.
O t h e r: That rare moment when she's on her own
Her cat, Romeo
Her Gypsy Vanner, Cleo
This is as close to a theme song as she'll ever get<3

[huskybaer.]

|| Gabriel || the playboy || 22 ||

"...imperfection is beauty..."
N a m e: Gabriel Pereira Ortega
N i c k n a m e s: ...Gabriel.
G e n d e r: Male.
A g e: 22
H e i g h t: 6'4'' ft.
W e i g h t: 150 lb.
H a i r. C o l o r: A rich toffee brown, with blonde highlights streaked throughout.
S k i n. T o n e: Definitely not one of the most tan on earth, but he's far from sickly pale. He simply has a fair complexion.
E y e. C o l o r: A deep blue, rimmed by a thin band of darker, royal blue.
P i e r c i n g s: Gabriel has two piercings, both small silver loops on his right ear.
T a t t o o s: On one of his drunk escapades, he snuck off into town and had the words 'Por Siempre' etched onto the underside of his forearm. Despite the less-than-stellar events leading to the tattoo, he's thankful he got it, as the words mean a lot to him, and he hadn't had the strength to get the tattoo before. No one knows why the words have any significance to him.
A r r a y. O f. C l o t h i n g: Gabriel dresses formally whenever he can, though he is known to sometimes pad around the palace barefooted wearing only his untucked white dress shirt and black pants. Basically, he enjoys both looking disheveled and wearing tuxes, they both work for him.


"...madness is genius..."

P e r s o n a l i t y: Gabriel is, at least on the surface, exactly what you'd expect him to be. A playboy. Sarcastic. Nonchalant. A liar. Any stereotype you have of suave rich teens, he fits it. But on the surface.

Though Gabriel makes it a point to flirt with anything that walks on two legs (regardless of gender, not surprisingly), its possible for him to... settle. He's only fallen in love once, and it was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him. Intoxicating, wonderful, and painful. He loves too hard for his own good, so he tries as hard as he can to seem like an cruel flirt and nothing else, because if he becomes infatuated... he's lost.

When he's not toying with people's emotions, he's very sarcastic and uncaring in conversation.

((bleh i couldn't make his personality come out right. let me rp him.))
H i s t o r y: { at least one detail paragraph.}
C u l t u r e Spanish.
L i k e s: -hot men/women.
-someone who cares.
-pretending.
-talking. -smoking/drinking.

D i s l i k e s: -aristocrats.
-love.
-pretending. (not a mistake)
-marriage.
-people who can figure him out.
L a n g u a g e: English and Portuguese.
C r u s h: None.
R e l a t i o n s h i p. S t a t u s: Single, of course.
W a n t. I n. A. P a r t n e r: He doesn't want one. He can't want one.
O t h e r: Since Gabriel is someone with a very false personality and many fronts, he's very hard to understand. Pay more attention to him and his thoughts in the roleplay than this form.

│ You have to change the age. He can't be older than Orion. Cuz Orion is the eldest son of the Ortegas. There is already a 20 year old. Unless they are twins, hes gonna have to be at least 19. Nvm. I just changed his age. He is now 23. -.-' Please pay attention.
I didn't want a big age difference between Brynn and him. But there is now. 7 years. │

● Orion ● 23 years old ● Male ● No Crush ● Betrothed ●

Orion was late. Like he was to everything. His father had sent him off several hours earlier to clear up something with these upset peasants. Rather boring, yes. But did he have a choice? Uh, no. Father always did that. So with a small snort, he rose and gathered himself before stepping out of the carriage. Yes, many things were on his mind. The biggest one, was his destined to be wife. He'd bothered Mother enough to maker her tell him about the girl. All she told him, she was very beautiful and she was only sixteen. Yeah. Sixteen. Seven years younger than himself. Greeaattt. When he reached he ground, the servants knew not to get in his way. For Orion was a rather grumpy prince. Well, most of the time anyways.

Once he arrived, he went to mother and father. Gave them both a great bow, and explained why he was late. "I am sorry father. That matter you had me go handle? Yes, the one with the dispute over land. Well, it took longer than I thought. Both the men didn't want to give up their land. But one shot the other...and then the royal guards shot him. So we now have more land empty land." Orion gave his father a simple shrug, and the burly man nodded. "Off you go. Go meet your new wife to be." He nodded solemnly. Then walked off. Not really knowing who was his betrothed. Instead he just walked to his sister, Maria. Who looked to be rather nervous and excited. Forcing a friendly smile to his face, he looked down. Then inquired "Did mother tell you which one will be yours?" His voice was light and soft toned as usual. His eyes looked to his other three sisters. Yeah. Orion was rather protective of them. Mostly because he didn't want them to get hurt.