( ♥. ── ❝ royal heartbreaks ❞ // pm reservations

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"people used to be born royal.
now, royalty comes from what you do.
tell me, how will you earn your title?"

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everyone's dreamt of being royalty at one point or another. gifts,
the fame, the power. however, the royal life isn't only glitz and
glamour. oh no, and you're certainly not the perfect royal heir.
this is where ivita preparatory for royals comes into play. this
place was designed for royal children to go in order to become
future kings and queens, capable of being just and fair rulers.
it is designed to be a safe haven for these royals, away from any
distractions that may throw them off course. it is a place for
future rulers to bond and grow together. however, the current
crop of heirs isn't so harmless. many of you are known as prob-
lematic, but your parents chose to hold onto some faith in sending
you here. before they know it, though, this troublesome bunch will
rule the school like their very own kingdom.

co-owned by belle & moana,

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✰ ooc :: all forms and ooc should be posted on the [url=LINK]discussion thread[/url].

✰ literacy :: this roleplay is semi-literate, which means that a minimum of two
detailed paragraphs should be posted with every response. preferably more should be
posted, but we all get writer's block sometimes.

✰ characters :: maximum two characters per person. characters should be between
the ages of sixteen and nineteen. also, characters don't have to be heterosexual.

✰ faceclaims :: all pictures used for characters must be of real people - no cartoons
or anime.

✰ activity :: if you are inactive for three-four days, you will receive a warning pm.
If you do not respond by the date provided, you will be removed from the thread.

✰ planning :: plan as much as you possibly can! this thread thrives off drama! post
on the discussion thread, pm people, whatever it takes!

✰ reservations :: reservations last twenty four hours before the spot opens up again.

✰ character choices :: please do not try to change up an entire plot by focusing all
the attention on your character [unless that was pre-planned]- in other words, melodrama
is annoying. romance is allowed, so long as it does not go into graphic detail. pregnancy is
allowed as well.

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the queen bee

known for
manipulation
power
& arguments

désirée beauchêne
kingdom: france

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the free spirit

known for
flirtation
fun
& adventure

oriana levintis
kingdom: america

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the sarcastic

known for
wit
rudeness
& no filter

nenet safiyah
kingdom: egypt

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the workaholic

known for
dedication
loyalty
& duty

bárbara prado
kingdom: brazil

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the bookworm

known for
quiet
contemplation
& novels

mei ling
kingdom: china

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the baddie

known for
abrasiveness
impulsivity
& trouble

eliana kostas
kingdom: greece

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the king

known for
snark
charisma
& parties

leo bates
kingdom: britain

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prince charming

known for
charm
"perfection"
& tricks

antonio castello
kingdom: italy

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goody two shoes

known for
kindness
naivety
& rules

rémi alois gagnon
kingdom: canada

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the arrogant

known for
crudeness
distaste
& fights

lyova bolkonsky
kingdom: russia

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the artist

known for
schmoozing
smarts
& painting

maximiliano andrés
kingdom: spain

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the rebel

known for
trickery
distrust
& impulsivity

kim min ho
kingdom: korea

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extra space

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one prince left! the goody two shoes! pm to reserve!

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one prince left! the goody two shoes! pm to reserve!

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timeskip one
seven deadly sins.

reminders.
- mingle! get involved with others & have fun!
- the party is at a nearby, abandoned hotel
- dress up as one of the deadly sins, if you so desire
- attire needn't be formal, but it can be if it
fits your sin aesthetic

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lust. gluttony. greed. sloth. wrath, envy. pride.
what better way to kick off an informative, trans-
formative year than by a raunchy & unforgettable
party by the dear party boy himself, leo bates?

with themed decorations, themed alcohol, and a
never-ending supply of good times. most of you'll
probably not remember tonight the next morning,
but there will probably be photos and videos to
jogyour memory.

of course, games will also be aplenty. seven mins
in heaven, truth or dare, spin the bottle, paranoia.
there will also be dance floors, a lounge, an ever-
flowing bar, open bedrooms, and whatever you
want. while one may like to stay out of trouble
tonight, that's highly unlikely.

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L Y O V A ! ! !
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crowned prince of russia | bisexual | wrath | mood: unimpressed

Lyova did his best to sink back into the wall, inky black hair obscured by the fur-lined hood of his parka. His fingernails, chewed almost to the extreme, still had some poor soul’s blood under them and there were dark rings under his eyes. His right arm was pinned at his side by the wall he leaned against, the left bent upward as he lifted a bloody mary to his lips. He had thought the theme was silly, but the parka was good cover for the lion prince, and the damn thing was just so comfortable, he thought perhaps it couldn’t hurt. Red was the color of wrath, wasn’t it? He sipped the drink, eyes traversing the room, and bit the edge of his glass gently to stop a smile at the familiar face he caught moving through the strangers; Leo was here after all. The drink went down his throat quickly after that, and the empty glass found a table to occupy as the prince pushed off form the wall.

Brass knuckles on his left hand caught the light as he stalked forward on long legs, shoulder-checking someone by accident but not paying too much attention to them or their annoyed exclamation. The hood was drawn even further before his face, blocking unwanted conversational advances, and once again Lyova was slinking forward. He made an attempt to catch Leo’s eye from a closer edge of what he quite frankly considered mayhem. Nobody appeared to be truly partying, and he caught an attendant staring, almost like they were suspicious of the way the left-handed prince roved instead of truly joining festivities. Unnerved by this, he found another drink, and set about darining the alcohol once again.


(will get something up for nenet in the morning, it's 3:41 am and i'm about to pass the heck out!)

[belle reve]

♔ 𝑳 𝑬 𝑶 !
━━━━━━━ "let's play until we get hurt" ━━━

the king nineteen tagged;; lyova, open


If anyone were to be the embodiment of all the seven deadly sins, Leo would gladly accept the title. That was the way he liked it, being an agent of chaos and encouraging others to let their own grace and poise fall and shatter. So, it could be said that he was pleased with the theme selected for his event. He wasn't one for simple house parties without any guidance; no, he needed more of a flair to anything associated with his name. And as he'd proven time and time again, good parties were his forte. For this particular theme, he'd chosen to dress in black pants, black shoes, a white button up, and a striking, patterned gold blazer. In his head, it could be argued to represent lust and pride. Pride, as illustrated by the designer's insane attention to detail that undoubtedly went into the design of the suit jacket and the flamboyant color. Lust was represented by the color as well, as many lust after the shinier things in life, or as Leo would report, lust after him. His hair was perfectly quafted up and angled toward the right side of his head.

The party had surely started, but of course, Leo would not be the first one there. He'd ensured every detail was in place earlier in the day so he could return to his quarters and do what he wanted. And on this particular night, he was already two drinks in by the time he arrived at the party. Had to get a buzz going early, right? They were only two straight shots in order to hit hard and fast. By the time he arrived at the party, people were milling about, dancing, drinking, appearing to enjoy the night. He threw himself into the crowd immediately, flashing an award-winning grin as he greeted those he knew and those he didn't. Short conversations kicked off his night there, as well as plenty of flirtation coming from and towards him. He lost track of time, enjoying getting lost in the thick of the crowd and talking to whomever he stumbled upon.

After some undiscerned time of socialization, Leo was parched. So, naturally, he headed for the bar. The bartender, who'd worked under the British heir before, immediately began pouring a scotch at the sight of the host, knowing he needn't ask. Leo nodded in thanks to the man, and leaned against the bar, smirking as he observed the party goers. Then, a flash of red caught his attention, seemingly going against the grain of the crowd, and upsetting a few people in their wake. They made eye contact, and Leo immediately picked himself up and headed over to his pal, clapping Lyova on the back. "Do my eyes deceive me? Lyova Bolkonsky at a party?" He was happy to see his oldest friend, though surprised- Lyo wasn't one for parties. And more surprising, he was relatively close to the crowd. "For a brief second, I thought you were looking to converse with a stranger!" He laughed, consistently getting closer to the crowd with the intention of getting his friend to come along, talk to people instead of just pushing through them.