♣ Against the Odds ♣ Medieval RP (Accepting!)

[mimosal]

S I B Y L - B L A I R , -T H I E F - O F - U L E A
✖✖✖ But the best of thieves couldn't take my love away. ✖✖✖

Sybil had been lost in her day dream for only a moment. For when Melo even so much as suggested that she would be able to come along, she wasn't quite sure how to react. Her immediate response was to exclaim loudly that he was insane then send herself into a fit of coughing due to the quick inhale and shout.

Once she had calmed herself, she launched into a flurry of words that she didn't think over before spewing. "Me? Go to a ball? That's unheard of, that's idiotic, i-impossible, dangerous, and it would be totally amazing!" though her relaxed nature had previously disappeared, it returned again with more of a brightness to it. She was not solemn in her reflections, but totally and completely ecstatic. Part of her knew that this couldn't be happening. She knew that it would never work. Who would let a homeless thief into a ball full of royals, let alone Kings, Queens, Princes, and Princess from all around? But, this hidden voice in her head was pushed away by the long lost feelings of hope and excitement.

"It's absolutely absurd. I would stick out like an apple among oranges." Despite her conflicting views, her eyes sparkled with hope, almost seeming slightly glossy, "You would take me-- some alley rat, a thief with no notion of how to behave around royalty-- to a formal gathering in a different kingdom?" she couldn't believe it. And Relgia of all places! It was the kingdom of excess. They were known for their extreme tastes and extravagant ways. She had longed to view the expensive palace. Think of all of the riches there. No. This was not about taking. She wouldn't need to steal. That wouldn't be needed. "I'd love to go." she said at last, looking at the Prince with a smile for the first time. She looked much younger when she smiled, not so beaten by the streets and torn by something locked away. When she noticed the male's cheeks, her smile only turned to a grin and she spared a short laugh. "You're not very full of yourself for a prince." she commented.

P R I N C E - F E N D R E L - O F - R E L G I A
✖✖✖ But I can scream enough to show my face in the light of day. ✖✖✖

Fendrel shook his head at Chris, a soft chuckle could be heard from him. "Alright then, tomorrow, how about we see who handles their alcohol better at the ball? First one to get slapped by a lady loses." he proposed boldly. If he was going to the ball, he was going to do so in the most entertaining way possible. "Though I doubt either of us needs the help of intoxication to get ourselves slapped." He concluded brightly, making quite the joke out of it.

His dreams of drinking competitions were interrupted by the sight of Chris stumbling out of the corner of his eyes. "What was that I had said about pebbles?" He teased plainly without even so much as angling his gaze towards Chris.

(Alrighty, bed time for me. Goodnight guys!)

[Tragedy;;]

Tristan Cole Braxton |19| Prince| Relgia|

Tristan was just out of the woods and heading to the market place when he heard the sound of a woman's scream. He quickly headed towards the noise when he saw where the noise had come from. She was trapped in the hands of a scraggly old man. Tristan pulled up his hood so that he wouldn't be recognized as the Prince.. It's a good thing he thought to bring his bow and arrows. He reached for them, just in case. When he got close enough, he spoke stiffly, "Is there a problem here?" He said, knowing that there was. He didn't look at the young woman, but at the old man.

[.celestential.]

Eleanora watched her brother teasing Chris with amusement. She knew exactly how that felt, he'd been doing the same thing to her since the day she could walk. She laughed quietly to herself, not wanting to drag herself into being teased as well but eventually she couldn't help it and she jumped in saying, "If you wish to be slapped by a lady, Fendrel, I can arrange for that to happen right now." Of course she was kidding, and they both knew that. If she ever actually did do something like that it would open the door for retaliation, and she knew from experience that her brother wouldn't hesitate to push her to the ground. As long as their father was no where near them, that is.

[adrasteia]

|Chris|Knight Captain|Relgia|tag: Eleanora, Fendrel|

Chris grinned at Fendrel, "We have a bet," she said knowing full well that she would lose. She rolled her eyes at his pebble comment, "I don't know, all I heard was 'I wouldn't mind a pebble to the face' which, of course, I'd be happy to help you with" she teased picking up a pebble from the ground and chucking it in Fendrel's direction, missing the prince of course.

Chris glanced back at Eleanora, feigning shock, "you wouldn't" she stage whispered, "your own brother?" Chris was having more fun right now than she had had in the longest time. She knew that moments like this were rare so she decided to cherish the time she spent with the siblings before the ball.

[emango23]

Melo backed away, eyes wide with slightly humored shock as she exclaimed his insanity, though came a bit closer in concern when she began to cough again. She started up again though, and like a nervous fish he took steps forward and back as he could see her mind taking his words and turning them under a microscope, looking at all the holes and trying to find the flaws in them, though with a legitimate hope in her eyes that what he was saying was true.

He didn't want to say it aloud, it was an odd observation, but she would fit in beautifully. Even in her state, she walked with a graceful purpose, her icy blue eyes didn't dart or wander nervously, and and even with the nicks and scars on her hands, any little gesture she made when she talked was elegant and intentional. The only attention she would receive from the other guests was admiration or praise.

He smiled widely when she accepted, the grin getting even bigger when she smiled back. Her entire face lit up, it was almost like the sickness and tiredness had been washed away, if only for a moment, and her eyes went from a cold, harsh blue to something that gleamed like diamonds.

He looked mildly surprised at her comment, though smiled again."Should I be more full of myself?" he asked jokingly. He gave an exaggerated bow to Sibyl, though it lost much of it's haughtiness with him having to balance Krea. "Would it be your greatest pleasure to have the opportunity to attend the Regalia ball with me, prince of Ulea, the most handsome and most clever man, nay, god, who has ever walked this green earth?" he recited in a comically low voice.

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Jess felt a presence behind her. Was that girl still following me ?

[sandpipers]

name; Harley Bossard
nickname; She hates the nickname "Harls"
gender; Female
age; 20
kingdom; Ulea
spouse; none
crush; none ((could change later on.))

build; Slightly muscular, her hands are rough from the hard work she does. She's tall, standing at about 5"9 and has an hourglass frame.
eye color; Hazel
movement; She moves a bit like a panther, taking quiet steps. It helps her in the woods.
rank; Townspeople, but she's usually in the woods hunting or fishing.
wanted rank; Harley did want to become a knight, but she was told it was a "man's job" by her brother, who doesn't want her to become a knight. She does however, watch the knights train sometimes while sitting in a tree somewhere.

good traits; Quick on her feet, strong, aggressive when needed, she can be extremely motherly when someone is hurt, since she learned how to fix people up from her mother.
bad traits; She can be a bit hot-headed when she is called "Harls". She can lack a few social skills from spending too much time around nature and not people.
habits; She taps her foot when she's anxious or irritated. She also tends to stare at people a bit too long when she finds someone attractive.
likes; Hunting, Fishing, Archery, Swordfighting, Tree-Climbing.
dislikes; Dresses, "I'm better than you" attitudes.
family; Her mom and died a few years ago from age. She has a brother, but she doesn't talk to him very much.
all around; Harley is very keen, and doesn't let very many things slip past her. If she thinks something fishy is going on behind her back, she'll tend to pester those people. However she is a very nice lady, but spends a lot of time in the woods and by the waterfalls and lakes, anyone who knows her will know to find her there. She goes into town mostly to buy more hunting supplies or to hear any big news going on that she might not have heard.

name; Peter Bossard
nickname; Pete, but only to certain people.
gender; Male
age; 20 (Harley and Pete are twins.)
kingdom; Ulea
spouse; none
crush; none right now

build; Very Muscular. Measures at about 6"3.
eye color; Hazel/Green
movement; Stiff.
rank; Knight
wanted rank; Peter is fine where he's at.

good traits; Peter is extremely kind, smiles a lot, and is a gentlemen to women. He follows orders, and speaks when spoken to.
bad traits; It's hard for him to hold his tongue when someone argues about something he disagrees on, he tends to burst out at Harley sometimes when they do see each other, blaming her for their broken brother-sister bond. He can also miss things, as he tends to move quickly. If he is upset, he tends to linger around the tavern.
habits; Peter tends to tap his foot, just like Harley when he's irritated or anxious.
likes; Peter like to ride his horse through the woods sometimes, but that's how he ends up bumping into Harley sometimes as well. He also likes to ride into town and talk to the townspeople, he thinks he's a very sociable person.
dislikes; Being humiliated, clumsy people.
family; Same as Harley, his parents died a few years ago from old age, and he only has Harley now, whom he speaks of as very little.
all around; Peter is very nice to the townspeople, and is a gentlemen to the ladies. He doesn't talk highly of his sister, and when he does speak of her he usually is calling her names, and insulting her behind her back. He thinks that his parents would disapprove that she became a huntress instead of owning his parent's tailoring shop like she was supposed to. Inside he has a lot of problems going on, and chooses not to talk about them. He normally is expressionless and stone-cold when he's not around anyone.

[honeyhues]

{Goodness, I am so sorry that I haven't been on very much. My mom had her birthday and I had a huge project. Anyways I am going to have the ball starting. I'm sorry if there are a lot of things going on but I want to get this RP in gear. Accepted!}

Sυммεя

Summer moved slowly as she started to walk to the carriage. Her silver dress fluffed out and her dark hair was pinned up to the back. Her makeup was done in excellent detail. She watched her feet to make sure that she wouldn't trip on her dress. She sighed knowing that she was probably going to have to do this the whole night.

[adrasteia]

((Was Anders accepted too?))

[emango23]

((agh, wait! me and Mimosal aren't ready for the ball just yet ^^;))