Raising a rebellion (Medieval fantasy Closed)

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(When will we start? Is it when Prince/Princess/Spy/Healer spots are filled?)

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Emillia, the wisp
Emillia was in the clinic building, it was a rather small stone house with a second floor that she currently used as her living quarters. The clinic itself had two windows on either side, and a fireplace opposite of the door. She kept the windows open to keep the air feeling fresh in the clinics and there were ten mattresses on the floor with fie on each side. Despite being a clinic all the walls were devoid of medicine and bandages were kept upstairs. The clinic was currently empty, which she didn't mind too much.
She was dressed in a blue and white sundress and wore a white blindfold to match. Her grey hair was pulled back into a French braid and stockings covered her legs. Emillia let out a quiet sigh and she sat on one of the mattresses with her back to the wall. The door was left open for anyone who wanted or needed to come in, but today was quiet, everyone was fully recovered and there weren't any new people being brought into the rebellion. She knew it would change soon now that everyone was settled in, soon they would be on the offense and she knew the clinic would be full, and she would be out with them.

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{ P R I N C E S S ~ E L O R A [royalty - resurrected] - Tags: --- }

The young princess leaned on a tree, staring at her hand as she was snapping her fingers... Sparks ignited a little from her fingers, but nothing seemed to be forming.
Her blonde curled hair and the torn skirt of her dress moved gently in the soft breeze passing by, and her amber eyes narrowed as her straight face focused on her hand...
Finally, a small ember appeared in her hand. Beaming happily, Princess Elora put a hand over the ember so it wouldn't go out right away. Soon, she started playing with it in her hands; making sure that she didn't drop it.




{ A D E L A I D E [civilian/child] - Tags: Wisp }

The little girl ran along happily; giggling and chasing a butterfly. Soon, she noticed how close she was to the clinic building... As the innocent little girl she was, Adelaide decided to walk in and say hi to the strange lady who called herself the Wisp.
Which was weird, since she didn't look at all like a will-o-wisp.
She trotted through the open door, seeing the blindfolded young woman inside.
"Hey! Wisp!" she called out innocently.

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| Akiria | Female | 19 | Shapeshifter | Elf | Spy |
Akiria walked around, her footsteps barely heard on the floor. She walked to a shaded area, spotting another by a a large tree. Seeming to melt into the shadows, she shifted to the other spot of shade by the tree she'd seen. Since it put a little more of a strain on her when she was standing in complete sunlight to use her power, she stood just by the shadow so she was covered in the light besides a hand in the shade. Focusing, she willed the darkness to morph into a long, thin sword.
(school's starting, so I'll leave this here and reply later!)

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Prince Malcolm-> Sleepy layabout][Crouching Tiger Hidden Bad*ss}{Tagged:n/a}
It's completely unsafe for the eldest prince to be sleeping in a tree, but Malcolm is doing precisely that, having flown up one of the taller trees and passing out on a sturdy branch. He didn't even know where he was, having already been half-asleep when he took of. Still, he didn't think anyone would go looking for him, so it's not like it matters. He wasn't even armed, or armoured, only in a thin tunic and sleeping pants with a cloak thrown over, to keep him warm.


A-> Personal Guard to an idiot][Commander of many idiots}{Tagged: Elora}
"MALCOLM!" A hisses as she stalks down her oldest friend, and bane of her life; that which they call Prince Malcolm. She'd finished up her early morning training only to find the infuriating man had slipped out of his bed while she was gone and flown off to who knows where, leaving her to go running after him. She thought she had caught up to him some minutes ago, having caught sight of opalescent bird feathers among the trees, but followed to no avail. "Get back here you piece of-! Oh, Princess Elora!" She stops herself mid-insult to bow curtly to the princess. "Apologies, you wouldn't happen to know where Malcolm is?" A asks with all the politeness required to address royalty, and all the malice, and sarcasm to show how much she hates her job.