Scarlet Rain ||Medieval Rp||

[mewmew.]

(How long do you want to make it night?)

Luka's fell into a deep undisturbed sleep. He had no dreams and did not move. He just laid their motionless. If someone came in he would look peaceful and maybe even dead. When he was asleep Luka actually looked his age. During the day he looked older like a noble, dealing with the stress of his position in society.

[The Logical Rattie]

((I was trying to give people time to respond, lol ^_^ But we can time-skip to morning, if you guys like... XD. And yea, you can make another character, Moon. Please add her form to your first post if you can ;] ))

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

(Alright. I'll see if I can find it or you. I may be a while)

[Luna~tic]

{{Can I please have a recap/all the posts I missed that I need to reply to?
Also, PaintedWind says she's sorry, but her internet is absolutely awful and she could only go on for one hour, yet it should be fixed soon.}}

[mewmew.]

{{Can I please have a recap/all the posts I missed that I need to reply to?
Also, PaintedWind says she's sorry, but her internet is absolutely awful and she could only go on for one hour, yet it should be fixed soon.}}

(This was my last reply to you)


Abigail nodded. "Oh yes I do hear a lot from my travels." She looked at her stew and dipped some of the bread into it then took a bit."The war doesn't seem to bother me since I try to avoid society." It was true. Abigail tried to spend as little amount of time as possible in the towns she stopped at. She had even started to believe that the longer she was with people the more she lost connection with nature.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

ṃøøṉ ṡhαḋøώṡ

"My name is Aniya Salavan Verious. If you get me to open up to you I might let you call me Ani"

"I am obviously female. A girl!"

"I turned 18 in the first month of last winter."

"I weighs about 57kg but most of it is muscle build and I stands at almost 6.1 which is almost short considering how my parents were over 7 ft. I have long arms and legs. One might even call me a looker. With a very generously curved shape I have attracted many men in the past who are only after my body. I'm pretty thin and rather athletic with light tan/almond color skin type. I have my mother's face with high and angular cheek bones, giving me a rather regal look, though it is softened slightly by my skin tone. I also have a very prominent birthmark on my right wrist which forms the shape of a raven. I keeps this mark hidden by wearing long sleeved tunics. My hair reaches mid calf, longer than most and is thick too. Not only that but it is as soft as silk. A startling black color, it is a mass of halo like ringlets that form around my face. I hardly ever wear it down and it is usually plaited up in an elaborate top knot. The startling black colour reflects in my eyelashes, which frame my eyes in a thick and long mass. My eyes are a preety peacock blue colour, rimmed with gold and my father says he reminds me of my grandmother who's already died in the war."

"Yes I have magic. It is a writhing black colour and as many could guess it is linked with darkness, even though I am fighting for good."

"I have strived to master Stealth magic. If you need a good spy, track me down"

"I belong to the elite team and I have worked hard to be there."

"I am neither neither a daredevil or cautious, so I'm sort of both. However I am more cautious than I am a daredevil. If you need a mind to help think through any situation or any riddle I migt just be the girl to help you out. I am more at home around other women and children. Men kind of make me anxious and awkward. I often find I fall immediatly silent when I'm alone with them. I also tend to pray every night and before I cross a river. It's just a supersticion."

"My family and I were living happily in a house beside a river just outside the city, before the war broke out. My father was an astronomer and my mother was an artist who sold her works throughout the city. When the war broke out my parents rebelled and in the end they were drowned in the river that we used to play together beside. I sought out the Princess after that and have been fighting against the King ever since."

"There's nothing much more to tell"

"'Never say Never'"

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ṃøøṉ ṡhαḋøώṡ

Freya Aestas Verious

Female

23

She stands at about 6’7 ¾”. She’s very well built and muscular, but not so much that she has lost a shapely and delicate figure. She has developed powerful shoulders and arms. She has a rather curved and shapely figure that she has never really taken notice on, a she developed a lot later than other girls. Freya has thick, vibrant russet red hair that when let down forms the perfect ‘Victorian’ like ringlets around her face. She usually pulls it back though to keep it out of the way. She has a very feminine look to her with a soft oval face, define by regal cheek bones, softened by porcelain pale skin. her eyes are framed by almost russet brown lashes that show off the vibrant jade green of her large eyes that never seem to miss anything. there is a small and pale splash of freckles across her nose though they are barely noticeable.

Yes. She has magic that is an inccredbly dark indigo colour that writhes around her hands when she uses it.

She is a trained battle mage, spending her whole life didicated to perfecting her craft.

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Quite outgoing and warm, she's one to say hello first, but then leave you to yourself. She is trusting and believe’s in loyalty and honesty. If anyone lies or betrays her trust you can pretty much guess that she’s going to have a hard time trust you again. She was quiet shy and timid growing up ut outgrew that and became just as fiery in temper and determination as her hair. She’s close to everyone whom has earned her trust and will do anything for them. She however has never had a relationship with anyone and believes she won’t. Family means everything to her.

Freya has been trained as preistess her whole life, having being taken from her family at birth and raised in the ways of magic. She traine with Aniya, whom was like a sister to her, and was also training to be a preistess before the war broke out. TO hide her abilities, Freya removed Aniya's memory and placed her with a family. SHe has now come to find her.

Like Aniya, she has a raven marking on her wrist however hers is surrounded by intricate patters of sowrls and dots.

Never say Never

[Luna~tic]

Jay tilted her head curiously, "Would you mind sharing some news, it's so exciting to hear about the war, yet it is horrific. It's still nice to know who's winning, and what's happened so far." She said, watching Abigail curiously. "But if you avoid society, then why are you in town during the festival?" she asked, her forehead creased in confusion.

[mewmew.]

Abigail bit her lip trying to think of some information she had heard lately. But all that she knew was not new. "I haven't been in any town in a long time so I'm not sure if any other my information is up to date." She smiled politely. She tapped her fingers on the table as Jay asked her about her reason to be in society tonight. "I had been traveling in the woods for about two weeks now. I needed to come back and take care of somethings." She mumbled and looked down at her food. In reality she had to find something to tell the king before he came out looking for her.

[Luna~tic]

Jay nodded, "I see." she wondered curiously what things a 'loner' as Abigail would have to take care of, yet didn't ask further, she didn't want to intrude too much. The mage finished her stew, and then sat back, looking around to see if anyone had come back from the festival yet.
{WB, sorry.}

[The Logical Rattie]

((Accepted :]))

Blake Cooper smiled slightly and knelt to gather the light princess in his arms effortlessly "I got her." he said with a little grin. He glanced at the General before turning his eyes to Summer "Is there... anything we can do? Do you know what wrong with her?" he asked worriedly as he walked out of the room, heading towards the princess's sleeping chambers.

Ysmay Rowantree woke slowly, her green eyes sliding up to the ceiling. She smiled slightly and sat up, realizing that her hand was clutched around the stone of the necklace Luka had given her. How odd. She shook her head and got up quickly brushing her long blonde hair out before she pulled her hair up, twisting her hair up and securing it with a sapphire ribbon. She quickly dressed in a like-colored dress made of rough wool. She glanced in the mirror and grabbed a sky-blue cloak, settling it around her shoulders. She was dressed as a common peasant. She frowned at the cut on her cheek... she didn't like her looks being marred.. especially her face. It was bad enough her back and shoulders were scarred with whip marks. It didn't say well about a woman in the courts. She sighed angrily and grabbed a basket. Faith launched herself onto Ysmay's shoulders and the girl walked out of the little cottage. Absently the young noble thought that she should visit her estates some time within the next few days.

Oliver Cromwell woke up, still sleepy and exhausted, but still he got up anyway. He quickly got dressed and made his way down to the main floor. He moved to get something to eat. He grabbed a bowl of apple porridge and settled in the common room, yawing in between bites of food.