(1x1 RP) The Heart Never Lies & Bob.

[ariel.]

(1x1 RP) The Heart Never Lies & Bob.
This a 1x1 RP between Bob. and myself, so please refrain from posting here unless you have one of us. If you have a question for either of us, please send it in a PM!



Medieval RP



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Full Name: Ivy Kip Hellwise

Nickname(s)(if your character has any): None.

Age: 19

Likes: Horses, horse riding, art, literature, music.

Dislikes: Arranged marriages, arrogant men, her mother.

Preferred Fashion(Optional): Silk-corseted dresses, loose hair.

Personality(Optional): She is normally very kind and loves to socialize and meet with new people, her personality outside her home and much for friendly and giving as opposed to her personality inside of her home. When it comes to life at home with her rude mother and father she's a "firey little devil" and incredibly stubborn.

History(Optional): Will RP this out.

Fears(Optional): Death, love, her mother, being ignored.

Siblings/Parents(Optional): Brother - Marcus. | Mother - Faye | Father - John

Relationship Status(Married, engaged, single, widowed, etc): Single.

Theme Song(Optional): Had It With Today - The Saturdays

Other: N/A



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Full Name: Marcus Charles Hellwise

Nickname(s)(if your character has any): None.

Age: 21

Likes: Literature, music, spices, drinking(alcohol), fun.

Dislikes: Those who frown upon having fun, his mother, dancing, being ignored.

Preferred Fashion(Optional): Tunics, knight armour.

Personality(Optional): He's rather quiet, he normally has a lot to say, but simply doesn't say it. He's not very outspoken like his sister, instead he prefers to keep things shut in. He's normally very kind and selfless(not selfish) and somehow manages to keep his cool around his harsh tongued mother.

History(Optional): Will RP this out.

Fears(Optional): Death, being alone, loosing one he cares about.

Siblings/Parents(Optional): Sister - Ivy. | Mother - Faye | Father - John

Relationship Status(Married, engaged, single, widowed, etc): Single.

Theme Song(Optional): Welcome Home - Radical Face

Other: Was forced into knighthood by his mother.

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Full Name: Wylie Ashton Lydon.

Nickname(s): "My name is fine, right?"

Age: "I am twenty-two, why?"

Likes: "I like; building [weapons], adventuring, fighting, and most of all drinking."

Dislikes: "Where do I begin, reading, socializing, soft music, and extremely warm places."

Preferred Fashion(Optional): "Whatever is in the forge."

Personality(Optional): -- Worked out. --

History(Optional): -- Worked out. --

Fears(Optional): Heights, Dogs, The Law, Annoying People.

Siblings/Parents(Optional): "I don't remember my mother, my far was Sir Raymond The III. But he is with the spirts now."

Relationship Status: "Single, obviously."

Theme Song(Optional): --

Other: "I am a backsmith."

Full Name: Samantha Christina Lydon.

Nickname(s): "Call me Sam."

Age: "I've just turned nineteen."

Likes: "I like singing, dance, reading, spring-time."

Dislikes: "Fighting, blood, the royals, and jerks."

Preferred Fashion(Optional): "I usually wear an old brown and dirty white dress."

Personality(Optional): -- Worked out. --

History(Optional): -- Worked out. --

Fears(Optional): Fire, Death, Drowning, and Royals."

Siblings/Parents(Optional): "Ask my brother please. I don't know too much."

Relationship Status: "I'm single."

Theme Song(Optional): --

Other: "I'm poor... Get over it."

[ariel.]

[[ I like that way you've done forums. ^^ ]]
[[ Who should start? ]]

[R0be0]

{Thank you. :3
It doesn't matter, though I'm a mirror poster, so you might be better to start.}

[ariel.]

[[ Yup, I can start. I'm not sure where to start - so it might be a bit bland. ^^; ]]
[[ Though, my posts wont be once I have an idea where the RP is headed. ]]


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Ivy hoisted a saddle carefully upon her Frisian's back, earning a small puff from the horse as the saddle was set on his back. It was her basic routine get up, eat, dress, saddle her horse and leave. She wanted to keep away from the small house as much as possible, she wasn't sure how her brother could possibly stand her mother in the slightest. Though, she guessed he probably couldn't and simply kept any word tucked inside like he usually would do. "I know, I know." She said to her horse as he turned his head and let out an eager nicker. Mounting the black horse, she made sure the pouch that was tied around her waist which contained her shillings was properly secured, before she set off.



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Marcus hunched forwards, and kicked his horse faster as it galloped through the town in a hot pursuit after another man on horse back. He seemed to be chasing down the man, he had heard the word "thief" yelled by a young woman and his immediate reaction was to go after the man. If either of them had any sense they wouldn't have their horses going through the town at such as fast rate. He had a feeling that the way he reacted was only going to be frowned upon - judging by the yells he and the other man were earning, and not thanked for, but he didn't feel like he had a choice. A thief was a thief, and he had it set in his mind that he would stop the man.

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Wylie.
You could say that today it was a normal day, I had been working the forge with the other blacksmith, he was older than me, and had pretty much been my mentor. His name was Jon, though he didn't like me calling him that only "sir," would work for him. But he didn't talk much anyways, not to me, not to anyone. Only a variety of different snorts and sighs were all you could get from him. He had a son, Luke, who was a mute, I wondered if he himself had some form of brief mute-ness. I rolled my eyes as I noticed that there were a bunch of blunt swords, needing to be dealt with. Seriously? Don't these knights ever stop fighting?

Sam.
I was in the town of course, trying to sell whatever I could for some coin. Me and my brother weren't the best off family, and we usually had to sell a lot of our special items before we had enough money that we could say that we could survive off of, though that was not a surprise, we had come from the line of the lowest of the low, maybe that was why my brother had been forced to be a blacksmith? Because the royals seriously hated blacksmiths, even though they were incharge of so much. I was still going about my business when I heard the word; thief. It was a common word, people like me and my brother, only doing things the wrong way to get money.

[ariel.]

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Ivy squinted her green eyes as she spotted two figures barreling towards her. From afar she was unable to see as to what the figures were, but once the sound of horse hooves on the packed dirt word filled her ears she make a quick jerk of her reins to move herself out of the path of the galloping horses. As they whipped past her she leaned away slightly in her saddle. One of the figured she recognized once figured all to well - her brother. She was unable to tell what he was up to, she would've gone after him, though he horse was not raised to be pushed too hard. She squeezed her horse on forwards in search for a boothman - one who sells grain, for the horses.


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Marcus pulled his horse to a stop with a huff, and watched the thief leave his vision. He would've kept going if possible, though his horse only had so much energy. as he turned his horses to head home he felt something off in his horse's walk, believing it was only a rock he got himself off his horse and bent down to check his horse's hooves. Though instead of a rock he discovered that a horseshoe was nearly falling off. "Blast! I thought I had Charles put new shoes on you." He said in an annoyed tone, as he straightened up.

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Wylie.
I was continuing to sharpen the blades, when I heard Jon mumbling to himself, it wasn't odd of course, Jon was believed to be crazy, wild, insane, and thinking that he was myself, wasn't exactly abnormal. Though I had to treat him with the highest respect; and I did. Better give my respect to someone like him, that wasn't like one of the knights or the royals, i don't know why, but I highly detest them all. True, they might be helping their country in the best way possible they seemed fit though, didn't me and Jon do the same thing? Without us, the entire thing would fall apart. It was one big spider-web, and we were not recognized as anyone or anything important.

Sam.
As I heard the cries of the thief weaken, I figured that he must have gotten away, it wasn't very much of a surprise, the knights didn't seem to be on their A-Game lately, and I figured that everyone was going to be stealing more, and more. Wylie had once or twice told me to steal, to take what should be ours. Though I had enough since to be able to tell him that if we stole, that we might be one of the unlucky ones caught. It would be horrible to be caught for stealing, not so much as if murder or assault, though still there would be a high price to be paid. One that at the moment neither of us would even be able to pay.

{I might make a royal - maybe.}

[ariel.]

[[ Sorry for not posting yet! >_< Normally I would have posted a few times already, but these past few days I've been loaded with homework, and I've only had time for a couple RP. I have been typing & saving my post though when I get gaps during the day for when I can post, so I should have one up soon, I hope. ]]

[ariel.]

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Ivy frowned, once she purchased the grain she would have to return home, and continue her daily work on the farm. Of course, she would rather be doing something else, but she didn't get a say in that only her mother did. If she did not do her part on the farm, she would be sent onto the the dirty streets. Frankly, she could rather have a caring family and be poor as opposed to one who treated her and her brother like machines and have enough monkey to keep herself going. As she glanced over her shoulder she caught sight of her brother running his hand down his horse's left front leg, with a turn of her horse she headed towards him.


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Marcus shook his head with a sighed and rubbed his hand down his horse's left before straightening back up. He patted his horse's neck with a sigh, the blacksmith's shop wasn't far a he could easily walk his horse towards it, though it was likely he didn't have enough shillings to replace a shoe. He looked up when he caught sight of his blonde sister, he opened his mouth to reply as she asked what was going on, he quickly explained the situation. "Perhaps I have enough shillings to pay for both the shoe and grain." Suggested Ivy. Marcus shook his head, "It's likely you don't." He told her. "Let's find out." Ivy said simply.