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[Scottish Girl]

It is 2050, and in that short time the world has changed greatly. There is no longer countries, just six kingdoms. One kingdom rules above all, named Agora, the biggest and most powerful. Agora rules over all the other kingdoms, but their king is cruel, and let's his people starve while he sits in his castle surrounded by wealth. Soon the king sensed that a rebellion was starting among his people, so he decided to do something. He needed more money to keep his people happy. His kingdom had gold mines, coal mines, many many large factories, in fact a lot was made I this country. 

After many days the king and his son came to a conclusion. They raised their art and attacked Logen the second largest kingdom. Although Logen was only just smaller then Agora Logen was a peaceful kingdom and did not want to fight, it fell easily. InI he next year the king built large walls all around the kingdom, and made sure not much food supply was sent in, so the people would starve, but not die. Then he announced to his kingdom, on September the 29th that Logen and Agora had come to a deal. The citizens of Logen would becomes enslaved, and be sold, throughout the kingdom. 

Tomorrow all the Royals, lords, ladies, and other titles people, along with the richest in the country would ride into the kingdom of Logen, where they would have their first pick of slaves before they were captured and sent into Agora for the poorer people.

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[Scottish Girl]

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Andrew Christopher Bell

Age|
19

Gender|
Male

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Personality|
Andrew is a sweet, caring and kind person, although you can not always tell. He is pretty much innocent, and only became a soldier for the kingdom because that is what his father wanted him to do. He is very strong and hard working, and he will always get the job done, or at least try his best. Although Andrew is handsome, he doesn't think of himself in that manner, he never has. He is not flirty like most of his friends, even though they are constantly telling him he should get himself a woman, he has just laughed at them. Andrew is very sarcastic, and his tongue often gets the better of him, he will say something that will get him into trouble.

He loves to laugh, and relax with his friends, because ven if he is a soldier he is still only a boy. Andrew also has a rare gift with horses, he is known as the "horse charmer", all around the world. Andrew's father did not want him to do shows with he horses forever though, and made him become a soldier, but he is still very well known. Andrew also loves football, and has done since he was little. Andrew had a very deep accent, which we would associate with the scottish accent, but he is a lovely singer, although it would take a lot to get him to sing in front of you.

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Andrews family lived on the border of Logen, his father was a rather grumpy farmer. Andrew had a normal up bringing, but ever since he was born he has always had a connection with horses. His old grandmother, who used to sit in the warm kitchen in his rocking chair would tell him stories about an ancient tribe of Indians who were said to have the power to talk to animals, and how his great, great, great, great grandfathers father was the chief. His father had always laughed and said it was legend, and not true. Andrew started going to small horse shows when he was seven, and constantly came firt place, and slowly the horse shows got bigger and bigger, until one day he did a show. At first not many people came, then slowly hundreds of people turned up. Rumours circulated that he could talk with horses and the old legends were true. Soon Andrews father put a stop to it, and made him get a real job.

When Andrew was fifteen his little sister was born, and at once Andrew fell in lie with her. He never lived anyone more then his little siter who he taught to ride immediately. But Andrew got job as a soldier, and at once was promoted, and became the youngest ever commander of a full regiment. As Agora started to attack Logen Andrew managed to get his family into the next kingdom, before he was captured. Andrew is now in prison, and is to be presented to the king. The only thing Andrew has now is a necklace, or really just a chain, with a precious stone and the symbol of the legendary tribe his grandmother was telling him about, which was apparently passed down from generation to generation.

Family|
Sister(6, alive)
Father(48, alive)
Mother(46, alive)

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Andrew has slightly curled blonde hair, that always stays the same shade. Most people, in winter, the sands of their hair goes darker, but Andrews always stays bright blonde. His eyes are blue, and I'd you look closely you could almost swear they sparkle and shimmer. He is quite skinny, but strong, and his form is perfect for running, since he is a fast runner. He has many freckles going across his nose and cheeks, but none above his eyes. He has extremely white teeth, although he hardly ever brushes them.

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Bright blonde

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Blue

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Andrews normal clothing is a loose, old black shirt that he has had for years, and jeans or combat trousers. He has never needed to be well dressed, and thinks he would find it uncomfortable.

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Yes, he has a tatto on his shoulder of the exact same symbol that is on his necklace.

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No, he is a slave

Crush|
Nope

Gf/Bf|
Nope

Title|{Lord, lady, peasant, slave, king, queen etc}
Slave

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N/A

[Scottish Girl]

Bump

[- drift.]

The name is Riley, and I am 21 years old.

name "The name's Riley. Riley Wolfe."
nick-name "Just Riley."
age "I'm 21, baby."
gender "Hurtful.. I'm a girl."
birthday "My birthday is on January 29th."
pets "My aussie, Alec."

eye color "They're hazel, I think. Or they could be green. I dunno."
hair color "I'm a brunette barbie-doll!"
height "I'm 5'7. Not a giant or anything."
weight "I weight somewhere around 125 lbs. Give or take."
build "I'm more of a slender body type. A bit fragile. I'm thin, and lean, so I'm not exactly the strongest girl."
skills "The one thing my skinniness is good for is hiding. I'm excellent at being stealthy, sneaking up on people."

personality Riley? How do you describe someone in just two paragraphs or a couple sentences? She's not just a figment of my imaginationg that I'm acting out as in this role play... She's part of who I am. She's the best and worst of me, and that's a lot to write down. I live with her everyday... Here she is.
Not bubbly to the point of ditziness, but certainly an enthusiastic camper, Riley's the one making plans. Every breath this girl takes, it's full of life. She clings to it; she loves it. Every day she wakes up with something new she wants to do. Uniform? Please. This girl would go crazy with anyone telling her what to do. A free-spirit is probably the most accurate way to describe her, flating around in the wind, following the rainbows to see if there's anything at the end worth it. And even if there isn't, she wouldn't be disapointed. This love of life she has, this lust for it, is ironic, in a way. She's quite the pessimist, but she views it in a careless way. Example- If it started raining, she'd laugh, and complain her books were going to get soaked, but make no move towards the umbrella in her bag, so reachable. She might even twirl once or twice in the rain. I know it's confusing, but not everything about a person makes sense. If that were true, we'd all be boring, and monotone.
On the surface, when you first meet Riley, this happy, ravinous personality is all you see. She glows with life on the surface, so only once you really get to know her, and understand her, do the real feelings start making appearences through this cover she wears. It's a comfortable mask, and when she put it on, she never took it off, until it became so much like her own face, she forgot it was even there. But seriously, no one's life is perfect. Riley is no exeption. The trouble she's gone through has turned part of her hard and cold. Strong. She's not the girl who gets pushed around and wasted. Stubborn as a mule and contrary, once she makes her mind up, there's no turning it. As well as she'd go her own way happily if you suggested the other. {e.g. You: "You know, you shouldn't wear such high heels, they look painful." Ivory: "No they aren't, I wear these babies in my sleep, man!" And all the while her feet are aching.} She's just an easy-going person with her own mind and soul and heart that she doesn't want other people peering at, judjing, and changing. Is that so wrong? Ivory's worst quality, is probably her pride. She won't stoop to get what she wants, she holds her head up. Even whens he found her boyfriend cheating on her, she laughed in his face. She smiled, shook her head, told him he was an idiot, but she hoped it was worth it, and walked out. Head high. Swagger in her stride. Confidence in her smile. But when she got home? She cried for an hour. Hopefully this gives you some insight into Riley, but there's so much to her, I don't know if this will help at all.
history "I've a had a pretty ordinary life. A mom, a dad, a little brother, and a dog. I've a had a few boyfriends, a couple broken hearts, and I've gotten into a hell of alot of trouble in the span of my seventeen years."

crush "None, as of now."
relationship "Just ended one, actually."
likes "Guys, of course. And parties!"
dislikes "Plastics. Barbie-doll types. Jerks."
fears "Heights. I'm terrified of falling."
orientation "Straight."

anything else "Nope!"

[Scottish Girl]

Shall we start?

[- drift.]

x We shall. Could you post first, as I'm loaded down to things to do. c: x

[Scottish Girl]

There was no sound at all, only the faint sound of tapping, like when you haven't turned to the tap of completely and it is still dripping. There was little or no light either, a small window stood at the far left wall, with bars crossing it, only casting a faint glow on the ground just outside one of the cells. Out of the hundreds of cells that filled this dungeon only one was inhabited with two boys. Both boys were of the same age, and from a distance you would almost think they were twins. Of course as you got closer you could see the obvious differences. One has dark, straight hair with a rather long fringe, the other bright blonde curly hair, the dark haired one had only a few freckles over his Jose, while the blonde had hem sprinkled all over his nose and cheeks. Both has the same expression on their face, a mix of fear and pain, waiting for the sound of footsteps. They had been there for a whole night, and that tapping noise was slowly driving them mad, but silence would be even worse. To break the silence Andrew, the blonde haired boy turned to Thomas, his friend,"It's nearly morning," he said softly, not looking at Thomas. Thomas nodded softly,"I can't stand it," he said, sounding desperate. Andrew and Thomas had known each other since they could remember, they had gone to school together, they had even joined the army together, and now they were in a dungeon together.

What seemed like years later here was he sound of footsteps and Andrew and Thomas stood up as the guard appeared,"Hands behind neck," he said gruffly as he opened the door. Andrew and Thomas obeyed immediately, and the guard hand cuffed their hands there, as Andrew tried to remember how he got in this mess.

It was just after his country had fallen, and he and Thomas were running, fey didn't know where, they were just running. The castle had been taken and most of the soldiers killed, Andrew doubted there was five still alive. Suddenly Andrew and Thomas heard the sound of pounding hooves behind them, and the last thing they rembered was the the small twing of an arrow being released. When Andrew woke up he was in this cell with Thomas, and a guard told him the king was eager to see him before he was sold.

Andrew and Thomas blinked as they were pushed into the sunlight and he warmth of the castle, that was now swarming with Agora guards. Andrew was wearing his usual loose black shirt and combat trousers, Thomas was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, hardly dressed to meet the king. The chain was around Andrwws neck, by he had tucked the jewel under his shirt so all you could see was the chain, hoping the king wouldn't notice it. A large man walked up to them,"I expect you two to behave in front of his majesty, or else," he said, holding a whip in his right hand. He undid the hand cuffs, then the large double doors to the main hall and they were pushed in. Andrew and Thomas stumbled slightly as they were pushed, rather startled. They straightened up and looked around with wide eyes seeing about a hundred people, dressed in expensive clothing,"Oh no," said Andrew softly as the guard walked in behind him.

[- drift.]

x I'm guessing that Riley is in the crowd of people? Sorry, I'm a bit slow.. xD x

[Scottish Girl]

Yeah, I guess

[- drift.]

Riley pushed her way through the crowd, being bumped and shoved by all manner of people as they tried to get the the front of the crowd, nearest to the king. Riley honestly could care less as to where she stood. There were plenty of slaves, she didn't know why everyone was in such a fuss over them. They would all get their own, so al of the shoving was un-necessary. Glancing around the room, Riley tried to catch sight of her brother, Ryder, but he had been lost in the sea of people that were moving about the room. Suddenly, everyone grew quiet, and still. A hush went over the room as the doors opened, two boys brought in. Or, at least, Riley heard other people say that it was two boys. From where she stood, she couldn't see a thing but other people's heads around her.

Not wishing to miss out on much, she began to weave her way through the crowd, trying to bump into as small of an amount of people as she could. Eventually, she made it to the edge of the crowd, onlya few people in front of her now, as to where she could see the two people being brought in. Two boys, one with darker hair, another with birght blonde. She watched them curiously as they were lead by a guard twords the front of the room. Slowly, she headed along the edge of the crowd, weaving through a few people, so she was a few rows back from where the king would soon be speaking. She kept her eyes on the two boys, as she assumed they were slaves. She couldn't help but feel a tug of pity for them, as they seemed as ordinary a people as she was. They seemed no different. With a shrug, she tried to clear her head, waiting for the king to speak.